He's Too Nice For This

An idea I’ve had for forever… so I’m going to roll with it. Beware of unrealistic plotlines, an unnecessary but somehow satisfying amount of angst, and a great deal of unadulterated fluffy fantasticalness. Not to mention… there is a sex scene in this first chapter, and there will be more throughout the story… *winkwink*

Chapter 1 – Pointless, Unnecessary Words

The rain did not seem to want to let up one chilly evening in downtown Seattle. Not that it really mattered to anyone but Caden, who was the only one on duty tonight. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead and his arms were crossed over a threadbare shirt in efforts to keep the warmth in. He was supposed to be advertising himself, but being warm seemed like such a much better option.

What am I thinking? I can’t possibly go back to Slim with nothing. He might kick me out. Though Caden despised this life he was trapped in for the moment, he knew that it was the only life he could possibly have. He’d fucked himself up good, and this was the only way to make any money… the more he brought back, the more Slim would give him in allowance; the more Slim gave him in allowance, the more food he was able to eat.

Cars drove by, uncaring of the amount of water they might be sloshing onto the already cold and sickly prostitutes, who were giving themselves and their dignity up for a couple pieces of exchangeable paper. What did those cars know about them? The people in those cars had lost their respect for the whores, who were really just so, so hungry…

A car then made to parallel park in the spot Caden had been standing in front of, so Caden backed away a little bit. Experience had taught Caden to keep out of peoples’ ways, because no matter how nice a person someone is, they were always going to be out to get Caden. No one had respect for people like Caden, and when there is no respect for someone, there is no kindness for them either. The seemingly nicest and most warmhearted souls in the world treated him like dirt.

Caden was dismally entertaining the thought of actually going up to some of the more seedy-looking strangers and propositioning himself (he really needed that fucking money) when the car that had parked rolled its window down. “Hey, kid,” said a handsome looking man, who had leaned over in his seat to speak to the kid. “You a whore or something?”

Caden nodded quickly. It seemed the man wanted to take him for the night. Well, that was lucky. At least he was good-looking.

“Get in then,” he said gruffly. “I haven’t got all fucking day.”

Caden suppressed a girlish squeak and scampered into the man’s car without delay. He’d just barely managed to close the door when the man pulled right back out into the traffic and proceeded to go as fast as he could so as not to be stopped by the lights. Caden had only just pulled his seatbelt on and his client had already gone through three stoplights.

“What’s your name?” the man asked as he drove.

Caden was a bit startled. His customers tended to not really care about such frivolities as names. “Er, it’s Caden, sir,” Caden replied. It didn’t matter if he gave a real name or not, for men tended not to take their time to stalk him. Caden was cute, but he wasn’t someone anyone would ever care about stalking. He was somewhat plain, with plain black hair, and plain white skin, and plain brown eyes, and plain old rags for clothes. He was plain, plain, plain. Conner never let him forget it when they were hanging out at The Den.

“I’m Vincent, you can call me Vince or whatever you want, really,” Vincent muttered. He didn’t seem to be in a very happy mood.

And when clients are in bad moods, they’re not really very gentle, Caden thought miserably. It’s not as if he had any escape from living this way. The biggest reprieve he was ever allowed was when the men let him feel just the slightest amount of pleasure. He’d never been brought to orgasm before, but he’d come close, and he always felt a little better the next day when he didn’t wake up sore. It was almost as if, on those days, he could wake up and say, “I love my job!” like many of the happy and normal people did.

Caden wanted to ask the man how much he’d be getting paid. But experience had again taught him that his customers didn’t appreciate being told what to do, and by asking for money beforehand, you were demanding something of them. Caden had been told that it was much smarter to ask for your money prior to the fucking, but every single time he’d done that, he’d been raped then kicked out, and left penniless. In fact, half of his customers were able to get away with not paying him, which was not good for Caden. Being fucked more than once a night was a tiring ordeal, especially when you aren’t even paid the entire time.

The drive took maybe twenty-five minutes, until Vince pulled into the driveway of a quaint-looking house with a tiny driveway. It was extremely small, but had the cozy look about it. At least it wasn’t a sleazy apartment where Caden’s cries could be heard throughout the entire complex. At least his howls wouldn’t draw his clients’ friends for even more free-fucking. At least it wasn’t so sordid of a place that he vomited just from the smell. He’d been to places like those. He’d been to places like those multiple times.

Vince didn’t say a word as they walked into the little red house. He didn’t say a word as he opened the door for Caden, and then shut and locked it with more force than necessarily needed. He didn’t say a word as he led Caden into a comfortable room with the queen-sized mattress, that he wordlessly pinned Caden down on with nothing more than his weight.

Caden had barely a second to admire Vince’s matured features when Vince leaned down and covered Caden’s mouth with his own lips. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but it wasn’t exactly rough either. It was more of a dominating, possessing kiss. Caden leaned back into it eagerly. Kissing was a luxury he was rarely allowed, and he was going to take advantage of any treat he was given, whether his customer meant to give it or not.

Vince growled, sending shivers down Caden’s spine. This man was like a sex god, in Caden’s opinion. His olive-toned skin, dark hair, firm hands… Caden was sure he was dreaming. He didn’t even deserve this sex, let alone whatever money Vince might give unto him.

Off came Caden’s raggedy shirt, and next with the matching raggedy pants. He blushed when it became apparent to his partner that there was no underwear underneath the tattered pair of pants that could hardly even be called pants they were so overly worn. Vince didn’t appear to notice at all. He crushed Caden down to the mattress, and his arousal was so obvious that Caden didn’t even pretend he couldn’t feel it. Not to mention, Caden was getting hard himself; not that he ever told anyone his secret sex fetishes, since sex wasn’t up to him in his line of work, but he secretly loved being completely unclothed while the other was fully clothed.

Vince ground himself into Caden’s mostly hard prick, groaning wordlessly and quite fuckably.

Caden whispered, “Can I blow you, please?”

Vince whispered back. “If you blow me, I won’t be able to fuck you too.”

Caden fought not to show his disappointment. Not that fucking was bad, but he also took secret pleasure in giving men he liked blowjobs. It made him feel safe, somehow, that he was down, so much lower, but that his partner would still hold on tightly to his hair.

Vince flipped Caden over onto his hands and knees. Caden gulped, expecting the man to just thrust himself right in. But that wasn’t the case at all. Vince acquired lubricant from somewhere in the near vicinity and was actually lubing Caden up! Caden hadn’t been lubricated before being fucked in such a long, long time.

The man then unzipped his pants, but didn’t take them off, and after a second of what Caden presumed was Vince lubing up his own cock, Vince thrust in until the edges of the zipper were flush against Caden’s ass. Caden felt so sinfully dirty, and he was loving every moment of it. Caden made sure not to touch his own prick, because he’d been punished before for doing just that, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the pleasure each time the sex god hit that sweet spot. Caden was good at holding back his own release, so he knew he wouldn’t get too caught up and cum or anything… so he relaxed into the pleasure, letting the monstrosity that was Vince’s cock rub against the darkest, most sinfully gratifying place in Caden’s entire body…

Vince came soon after, and Caden made sure to milk every drop of the man’s warm, salty cum out of Vince’s dick. Just the feeling of Vince’s semen inside him turned Caden on so much more. It was becoming difficult not to let himself go, right there in Vince's bed. It hadn’t been this difficult to hold back an orgasm since he was probably sixteen years old.

Vince flopped down beside his whore breathlessly. Almost instantly, the dark man fell into a restless sleep, leaving Caden awake and horny.

Caden found the bathroom. And when Caden jerked himself off, he had the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having.

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Caden spent the rest of the night sitting in the kitchen, because going back out into the cold didn’t seem like a very intelligent decision. He was afraid he would get kicked out the moment Vince woke up, but he had to try, at least, to get his money from the man. He wouldn’t be eating today, though, that was for sure. He wasn’t bound to get more than fifty dollars. Slim tended to give him less than five percent of his earnings, and five percent of fifty dollars was… two dollars and fifty cents. Maybe I can go and splurge on the McDonalds Dollar Menu, Caden thought to himself miserably.

Around nine in the morning, Vince came stumbling out of the bedroom and appeared to be going through his normal morning routine of making coffee. Caden sat as still as he could at the small round table, worried more than anything of setting the older man off.

Vince hadn’t noticed him. He was going about his coffee making as if he had his eyes closed.

Then Vince turned around to go across the kitchen to another cupboard and caught sight of the little prostitute, sitting stock-still at the wooden table.

“Oh fuck!”

Caden looked up fearfully. “I’m really sorry, as soon as you pay me I promise I’ll leave! And I didn’t touch anything either, I promise I didn’t steal anything…” He’d been accused of stealing many times when his client fell asleep and he’d waited up all night for his payment.

Vince was running his fingers through his hair, obviously stressed out beyond words. “I fucked a prostitute, I fucked a prostitute, oh my fucking God, I fucked a prostitute,” he was muttering to himself repeatedly.

Caden had never seen this before. What was the man so worried about? Unless he already had a boyfriend, in which case Vince would have cheated; but why would he have hired a prostitute anyways if he was going to freak out this bad in the morning? “I’m really sorry, I promise you’ll never have to see me again… I just need a little bit of money, even fifty dollars or so would be fine…”

Vince sunk down into the kitchen chair opposite Caden and pulled a couple loose hairs out of his head. “I can’t believe myself. I cannot believe myself.”

“Is there, uhm, anything I can do?” Caden asked in a quiet voice. It was likely that Vince would hit him for asking that; it was quite the impertinent question.

Vince looked up at the whore, his eyes wide and fearful to match Caden’s. “Are you not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I… my God, I just took you, and raped you, and I didn’t even care about your pleasure and I’m not normally like that and I’m just a terrible person and I’m so sorry…”

Caden shook his head. “Er, actually, that felt quite good compared to what it usually feels like… but anyways, that doesn’t make you a terrible person, er… yeah…”

Vince stood up and went to a counter with a bunch of mail on it. After a little digging around envelopes, he pulled out a black wallet. Caden’s eyes lit up. He was going to get paid! Vince pulled out a few bills and handed them to Caden. “Here. Make sure you get something good to eat… and maybe some underwear.”

Caden’s face flushed in shame as he grabbed the bills. He guessed they were all tens, so he sputtered out a quick thank you. Then he looked down at his money to count and got the shock of his life when he realized that Vince had handed him five hundred-dollar bills. “W-what? Wait, this is, this is too much, I don’t deserve this!”

Vince gave him a strange look from where he was standing. “Of course you do.”

Caden stood up and went to go shake Vince’s hand. Caden himself was trembling with excitement. Four hundred was plenty to give to Slim, and then he’d have a whole hundred left over that he could spend on anything he wanted! He’d better not let Conner find out. “Thank you so much, thank you, you have no idea what this means to me… thank you…”

Vince grabbed Caden’s hand and patted it. “You’re a nice kid, you know. Please keep yourself safe.” Then Vince directed Caden to the door.

Caden was still expressing his gratitude when he was at the door. “And I promise, I’ll spend it right, and I’ll get some new underwear, and anything else you want, and if you ever want me again I’ll give you whatever you want, and –“

Caden was shut up by a kiss, right on his lips. Vince then pulled away and said, “The only thing I want from you is your safety. Alright?”

And then the door shut, and Caden was left with the sinking feeling of having to return to The Den, of having to face Slim and Conner, of having to live like this… Caden clutched his hands to his chest, trying to fight off the aching burn.

TBC…

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