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Baker's Dozen The Fifth: Part 1

I sent the last chapter to Baker so he could read it. He responded quickly, saying that it was fine. I don't think he read it. Actually, I know he didn't read it. He likes to pretend that Casey Thompson never existed and so he rejects everything that has to do with him. It's a bad case of denial that no one but I can understand because no one else knows why he acts the way he does when his name comes up. People get confused when he locks up and leaves the room at the mention of his name. As far as anyone else knows, Casey and Baker had been best of friends and yet the truth was the exact opposite.

I should have called the police when I had the chance. I wanted to, I should have and I could have. Yet, Baker didn't want it, he hated the idea of creating a big mess even though he was a mess himself. He didn't want people to know what had happened, he was so ashamed of it all. So I didn't, but the more I think about it, the more I regret not getting everyone else involved.

It was rape, no getting around it. I don't know what Baker calls it, we don't talk about it, but I'm sure he knows that it was rape. The way he acts, I hope he knows it was rape.

Anyways...

Casey had Baker come to the old run down house on the corner of the street that led to the school one way and back to the suburbs where Baker lived the other way. It was a short walk to the house that had been marked for demolition due to an old termite infestation. It had been a lower middle class home, two stories, three bedrooms, the family now lived three blocks away, their children were in the class behind Baker. They're nice people. I sometimes wonder what the parents would have thought if they knew what had happened in their old home, or at least the basement.

The setup was rudimentary at first, but it quickly changed. What used to just be an old, smelly mattress that had been left behind quickly turned into a set of stations, all meant for Casey's amusement and pleasure.

The mattress remained and was the most used of the stations. There was also a post that had been bolted to the ground early on where Casey would sometimes leave Baker and just watch him from a folding chair, the kind that a family would put out on their patio. It was cruel and sadistic. He would fuck him, not always using the lube that Baker had managed to smuggle in after purchasing it from a drug store, and then he would tie him up. Baker would be forced to hold himself up or let the single chain, tied to a pair of handcuffs do that for him. It would cut into his skin.

He would hide the marks, the bruises and cuts from view using either crafty combing techniques, long sleeve shirts, he even his wings that he was so proud of now that they had grown in. It should have been very obvious to everyone that something was wrong. The shy kid that had turned proud was once again, reserved and avoided the public eye. He was still around Casey at school, but their friendship that had been somewhat visible and full of joking and a sort of comradery was now more one sided.

Casey was still full of sprite. He always smiled and joked, playfully shoving Baker or giving him happy pats on the back as he drug him around with him everywhere he went. Baker on the other hand didn't say much, it was as if he wasn't even there, just a body that reacted slightly to physical stimuli.

No one seemed to notice though. Baker wasn't really on the radar, not after Jeffrey had left, he was mostly a no one or just some fanboy hanging onto one of the jocks in some hope of reclaiming the old glory of being with the best of the them. No, people didn't notice his change in demeanor, except me.

I've always noticed Baker. Maybe it was the fact that he was so exotic, being a hybrid between two entirely different species. Hybrids between two like species such as a wolf and a coyote was rare enough, a wolf and a dragon... I doubt there was another in the country.

It may have been his rarity that drew my eye, but it was his demeanor that kept me looking. He was that kid that didn't exactly want to be in the limelight and yet craved attention. He hung out with the jocks and yet still managed to stay mostly out of sight of public. People knew of him, they knew he existed and yet he was rarely ever mentioned him in conversation.

I liked that. I hated how so many people always wanted to be the best and to let the world know they were the best. The entire football team was like that. A bunch of testosterone filled meat heads that were all vying to be in the spotlight and bring in all of the females. I saw how their eyes devoured the fan girls. I guess that's their prerogative and I can't really judge since I spent a lot of time watching Baker myself and trying to impress him.

Trying to impress Baker. That's what made me pull that muscle at the last game of the season. Yes, I'm Cory Miller, the quarterback who got taken out of the game due to an injury. It was strange talking about myself in the third person.

I wanted to win the game, make clutch moves, look good, not for the fans, but for Baker. He had been going to the games and I thought that being the quarterback, a fluke after Jeffrey left due everyone else being a horrible shot with the football, I would be the center of his attention.

You already know the important part of the story, that I got injured and we lost the game because my replacement had neglected to practice and couldn't throw a fifteen yard pass to a wide open receiver. Anyways, I was bummed to discover that during my few weeks of recovery, Baker had managed to attach himself to Casey, a running back. He was a decent player and coach often didn't hesitate to have him out most of the game, but that could be said about anyone who came to all of the practices. Needless to say, I was a little peeved and jealous that Casey had somehow gotten the one person I wanted to go out with.

Since the season was over and I wasn't going to be playing basketball due to a doctor's order, I spent more time paying attention to what Casey and Baker were doing. I was slightly obsessive and a bit of a creep. Don't get me wrong, I didn't follow them around town or anything, but I caught on to their routine.

That is creepy.

Back to the story.

Baker was always with Casey and Casey, who used to be a pretty quite guy, was getting more confident. He spent more and more time with the rest of the team, who often spent time going to parties and of course, he brought Baker along. No one really found this that strange, a lot of jocks had a group of friends outside of the team and would occasionally bring them along, it brought a nice sense of variety whenever the team went out because even football players can only stand so much football, especially after our rough season.

Casey slowly wiggled his way deeper into the group and then suddenly it stopped. He stopped spending time after school with us on the team. It was at this time that Baker's demeanor changed as well. Casey remain confident, but didn't go out as much while Baker slowly spun into a downward spiral.

Grades took a bit of a dive, nowhere near failing, but noticeable to anyone who paid attention. Baker had taken his grades seriously. He wasn't the top in the class, but he did put in some of the most effort.

On top of that, Baker also began to revert to his old self, shy, timid and it broke my heart when he started hiding his wings again.

For the longest time, I never knew he even had wings. It was obvious he was part dragon, the horns and scales and all, but since he never let people see his wings in public, many people assumed that he didn't get that gene. Then he began to bulk up, he grew some muscles and his form filled out his clothes more, it was... well, hot and when he actually started showing off his wings, that drove me crazy.

You know that feeling you get when you discover that something awesome is actually much better than what you previously got, that sense of euphoria. Yeah, it's a good feeling, but it was short lived. The wings were gone as quickly as they came, tucked under a jacket that I would soon learn would hide bruises as well.

I had talked to Baker before, a "hello" here and there. I once had a nice conversation when he was with Jeffrey once, at a party, but beyond that, nothing. I decided that I needed to say something to him, be a friendly face and get him to open up a bit.

I approached him after school one day, right after the bell once Casey had already left since I wanted to make sure it was just us.

"Hey, wait up for a moment." I called out to Baker as he left the building. We were the last ones out, everyone else was in a rush to begin their weekend.

Baker stopped quickly, as if he had just been caught doing something that he wasn't supposed to be doing. He waited until I was right behind him before turning around, looking at the ground.

"I've noticed you've been awfully quiet." I said to him and he hugged his coat to himself tightly. "I know that we don't know each other very well, but..." I bit my lower lip. "Is there anything wrong."

He stayed quiet, I could see the gears turning in his head and I waited patiently for a reply.

"No." He said quietly. "B-but thanks." He turned around and walked away. There was something wrong and he didn't try to hide it. I didn't know if it was a cry for help or not, but I took it as one.

Every part of my being told me to go after him right there, but I didn't. I wasn't confident to make any sort of confrontation so I let him go.

I watched as he got into his car and drove off in the direction of his home and a few moments later, I went to my car and drove home.

I didn't sleep well that night. Something felt wrong as I laid in my bed. I ended up spending most of the night listening to the muffled sound of the television from downstairs that my dad had left on. He was actually probably down there asleep on the couch since he was currently working the night shift at the motor factory and he liked to settle down by watching the news, but often fell asleep just minutes after sitting down.

My mom eventually came around shortly after midnight and turned it off like she did most nights and only then did I finally fall asleep.

The next day was different and really made me regret not following Baker that day.

The bruise was light, a slight discoloration of the scales just under his left eye, but it was off just enough for me to notice.

"What happened?" I asked him at his locker as he fiddled with his lock with shaky fingers.

He opened the locker but didn't grab anything. "Why the sudden interest?" He said accusingly, but his voice didn't hold any promise of actual reprisal for my snooping.

I took a step back, more for his betterment than mine, it looked like he was on edge. "I've been in your class for some time and even though we never hung out... kind of get a feel for the other people in the class and you've been acting different lately."

"I'm fine." He turned back to his locker and grabbed his physics books. His free hand went up to his eye, gracing his bruise. He saw me watching and quickly fled into the classroom and took his seat near the center of the room where he always sat since being near the center made him inconspicuous.

Casey came in, with his now usual flourish and high attitude and took his seat next to Baker. He smiled and gave Baker a light, friendly shove and set his books down.

I couldn't hear what they were saying during the few minutes before class started, everyone talked during this time, but I could see that Baker seemed a bit uncomfortable. Well, he was already uncomfortable, but more so than when we were at the lockers.

Whenever Casey moved, Baker seemed to flinch. He shied away from physical contact. He shuddered whenever Casey patted him or rested a hand on his back or even just moved towards him.

It had never occurred to me previously that it was Casey that was the center of the issue, but it did now.

Class went by slowly. I didn't pay any attention to the teacher as the teacher droned on about unit conversions. Mr. Bradley, an elderly Raccoon never called on the class much, he talked and he expected his students to follow along so me not paying attention went unnoticed.

Baker kept his eyes forward and nowhere else, he didn't look at anyone else, not me or Casey or the teacher, just forward. He was more like a statue or a marionette since once class ended, Casey dragged him along to the rest of the classes where he acted much or less the same.

I didn't approach him at all, since that would have either led to a confrontation with Casey, which I didn't or just another repeat of the day before. I didn't want him to get suspicious of me and close up like a clam. No, I kept my distance and watched until the end of the day. That's when I made my move.

I waited until Baker was in his car before I went to my own. Casey had taken his car and driven off before the final bell was finished ringing so he wasn't an issue. It was just me and Baker who drove slowly down the residential roads. I followed from a distance, only taking turns when he was already half way down a block and when he parked his car at an old house, I kept driving and parked two blocks down just to be safe.

It was unusually cold. Winter was turning into spring, so it was still cold enough for frost to form in the morning. I pulled the collar of my leather coat and stuck my hands into my pockets as I walked down the street.

The streets were quiet. It was during that small time of limbo between when everyone got home and when they actually headed back out to hang out with friends of cause some sort of trouble. Normally I would be part of this group. I had actually turned down a couple of the guys from the team who wanted to head out and go to the club to try and pick up some females.

A few of them knew I was gay. To anyone who really knew me, it was no big secret since I never dated anyone or even tried to hook up at all. This led to a few people asking me about it and I simply told them that I preferred men over women. Surprisingly they didn't care too much as a whole. There were a few who began to avoid me, but they were in the minority. Most of the team that knew just joked with me, saying that now there was less competition for the females.

It would have been nice for Baker to know this, but news never really traveled outside of the team. If he had just known, I'm sure that he would have come to me and if he had, he never would have gone to Casey. If he never went to Casey, I never would have had reason to go to the basement and neither would he.

The building wasn't bad, it was just worn down, a bit of an eye sore when compared to the ones around it. The paint was chipping and I could see the damage from the termites. The bits of wood that were exposed had a ghostly look to it as I walked up to the front porch. The lawn was uncut, the grass easily reaching past my ankles and the individual blades were creeping onto the pathway, like little fingers trying to crawl onto the concrete.

The door swung without noise as I pushed past it and slowly crept into the house. The furniture was all gone, leaving the house feeling barren and empty. I tiptoed to avoid any creaking floor boards since I didn't quite know what to expect and I was going to check the upper floors since I didn't know there was a basement at the time. I walked through the empty living room that had shadows in the dust of where the furniture was. I reached the stair going up when I heard something coming from the kitchen.

It sounded like a dull thump or sorts. I took my foot off the first step and walked over to the kitchen where I saw the first sign that someone was here with me.

There was a door, slightly ajar in the back corner and there was light coming out from behind it. There was also some more noise, voices, or a voice that sounded mad.

I went by the door and listened.

"You're late." It was Casey undoubtedly. After going to football practice with him everyday for several months, it was hard not to recognize his voice immediately or anyones' voice that was on the team.

"I... I..." I heard the whimper of Baker, unsure and scared.

My heart jumped and I slowly opened the door. I still didn't know exactly what was going on, I just knew that Casey was doing something to harm Baker in some way.

"I told you to come here right after school." Casey sounded impatient as he half yelled. "You were here ten minutes ago, yesterday. What happened this time?"

"I.. I thought I was being followed."

I slowly crept past the door into the stairway that was illuminated by a single exposed bulb about halfway down. I couldn't see anything from the top, only the white concrete floor of the basement below.

"Followed?" Casey laughed. "No one would follow you." How wrong he was at the moment. "Fine, I'll let it slide this time." He said and then sighed. I heard him tapping his foot. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

I was about half way down and I began to smell something. It was a sour smell, like the smell of the male's locker room the Monday after the game since the janitor didn't come in on the weekend to clean it out after forty sweaty males made use of it. It wasn't as strong, just similar and it made me wrinkle my nose.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Oh."

I heard a zipper. My first thoughts was that Baker was taking off his jacket or something, but he didn't wear a jacket that day.

"Mmmm." Casey purred. "That's it." There was another sound of a zipper and some clothes rustling.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and gasped at the sight of the basement. The dirty, stained mattress in the corner, the pole and the other 'stations' and of course, Baker, halfway through undressing and Casey with his pants already kicked off and with a raging erection.

Baker looked up first, he was in the process of pulling down his pants, his shirt was already off. His eyes widened as he saw me and he shot straight up.

Casey was a bit slower to react than Baker. He turned around with a vicious scowl on his face, obviously angered that something had interrupted his session. When he saw me, the scowl dropped almost as fast as his boner that went right back into his sheath.

"Cory." He blurted out and he looked around for his pants, trying save what dignity he had left. By the way, he had none left. "I know this looks..."

I didn't let him finish. I took a quick step forward, cutting his sentence off. He had just enough time to raise up his hands and begin to shake his head before my right fist connected with the side of his face.

There was a satisfying sound of connection as he spun around, the force of my first moving his entire body back and away. He was out before he hit the ground right on top of the pants that he had been looking for.

"Bitch." I spat and then looked at Baker who was stone still. I shook the throbbing pain from my hand. I cracked a knuckle and threw out my shoulder a bit, I put way too much oomph into the punch and it was hurting, but I wasn't thinking about that at the moment.

I picked up Baker's shirt, a plain white tee, and walked over to him. Even though his body didn't move, his glossy eyes followed me.

"You alright." I said to him. He just kept looking at me and I reached out to him.

The moment I touched him, he broke down and collapsed, forcing me to catch him before he wrecked his knees. I balled his eyes as I held onto him against my chest. I didn't say anything else as I lowered the both of us down to the ground and let him weep. All of the stress his past experiences were let out as he left a large damp spot on my shirt. He grabbed onto me tightly, pulling me closer and even though the circumstances could have been infinitely times better, it was good to hold onto him. I had been dreaming of holding him for so long and now that I was, it was good.

I let him go for as long as he needed and when he finally settled down, I went ahead and stood him up and pulled out my phone to call the police. This never should have happened, and Casey deserved to go to jail. This was where I first went wrong.

"What are you doing?" Baker said as he struggled to put on his shirt. He was having trouble standing up straight, the ordeal had taken quite a bit out of him.

"Going to send this fucker to jail."

"No, don't call the police." He said which shocked me. After all that had occurred, everything that Casey had done to him, he didn't want to call the police.

"You mad?" I didn't dial the number. "I don't know the specifics of what went on here." I looked around the room in bewilderment. "But, he abused you. He deserves to go to jail."

"He... uh... I." He seemed to have trouble putting his thoughts together and he was breaking down again so I calmed down.

"Tell me." I said to him and I tried to not let the anger show on my face. "Why? Give me a reason why and I won't call the cops on him."

"He threatened that if I went to the cops..."

I cut him off. "What?" I questioned him. "He's not going to do anything. You'll be safer this way." I rested my hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off. He didn't trust me and it hurt. It was understandable, I was more of a stranger to him than I would have liked. He didn't know me and the only reason why he was talking to me was because I hadn't done anything to him yet.

"Plus." He added. "I don't want this to get out." He was wringing his hands together tightly. "I don't want people to see me like this. I don't know what I'd do if suddenly this got out." He looked up at me. "Please don't call the cops."

I thought about it hard. I really wanted to call the cops, but the way that Baker asked me, it tugged at my heartstrings just enough. "Ok." I turned off my phone and put it back into my pocket and walked over to Casey who was starting to come to.

"Gust y..." He began to stammer and wiped the blood from his nose and lip. "Just y'a vait." He rolled over and I picked him up by the scruff his neck and he let out a yelp as I pulled him up and turned him around to face me. "Now you listen here." I said loud and clear to him and shook him when he didn't look me back in the eyes. "This never happened." My face was inches away from his, I could feel his labored breathing on my cheek and my own breath rustled the fur on the side of his face, the fur that wasn't matted with blood. "Nothing ever happened. You understand."

He grinned. "Nothing happened."

He didn't get my meaning. I wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to turn on me or go after Baker. He needed to know that I was serious. His pants were still down so I grabbed him in a near crushing grip.

He tensed up, his legs actually leaving the ground for moments as he squirmed in my grip. I could feel his two round testes in my palm. I gave them a tug and they rolled around.

"Do I have your undivided attention."

He simply nodded, any look of smugness was gone.

"Good." I said. "If you do anything that will put anyone in harm's way, in any way at all." I growled and racked my claws against the back of his sack. He was entirely at my mercy. "I will find you, I will end you."

He bit his lower lip and his eyes were watering at this point. I was holding on to him a bit harder than I realized to I let him go and he crumpled down to his knees, his hands immediatly cupping his bruised pride. It was the best I could do and there was nothing to do but trust that it was enough.

I went back to Baker and got him to go up the stairs after he put on the rest of his clothes which was just his shoes now. I walked him out of the house and back to my car. He stayed quiet the entire time. I opened the door for him and he got in without question.

"I'll get someone to get your car." I told him as I slipped into the driver seat. I knew someone on the team that would do that for me without question. It wasn't a blind loyalty thing, but he was just someone who just ended up being a designated driver for the team. He didn't drink at all and he often picked up people or went to get their cars when their owners were too drunk or unable to get to their vehicles after leaving the area of some reason. He was a nice kid and just like to drive so he took every opportunity to drive cars.

I turned on the car and pulled away from the curb. The drive was short, Baker's house wasn't that far.

"You want me to come in with you?" I asked him as I pulled in front of his house.

"No." He said and weakly smiled. "I don't want my parents to get suspicious. They've been suspicious for some time now." He sighed and opened his door. "Thanks for what you did back there and thanks for not calling the police." His smile faded and he closed the door.

I didn't leave until he slipped inside.