Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2018 19:28:21 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Thirteen Do As You're Told Chapter Thirteen: Tailor Made Humiliation If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. FRIDAY 7TH DECEMBER 2018 In the eleven days since Adam's last encounter with Micah - in which he had stripped in a classroom and then sucked Micah's cock - and he had been on edge waiting for the next awful thing. Adam resented his life being taken over by the whim of Mr Anonymous. For example, yielding to the demand to work Friday and Saturday at Gymno-Mania meant missing the opportunity to make progress with Teen Titan. Adam's dad had commented on his unusual non-attendance and Adam lied and said he was with friends; Aziz furthered the conversation by revealing Teen Titan had called in sick. Adam was left to ponder the synchronicity of their respective absences; the last time they had met they had had sex and confessed deeper feelings for each other... was the fact that both of them made themselves scarce the next week a bad omen or was he being overly anxious? When Adam arrived at Gymno-Mania, he had feared the worst; after Micah's idle threats, he thought he'd be paraded naked or made to suck off patrons or asked to jerk off in the foyer again. So what had happened? Nothing. Not a damned thing. He had worked, giving out towels, taking used towels to the laundry room, cleaning up after sweaty boys and men, wiping down the machinery. Adam's phone remained resolutely silent and when Micah arrived in person it was merely to ogle Adam. Micah's very presence was enough to set Adam on edge, which was probably the point. Even Adam's uniform was ordinary. Navy shorts - regular length - and a navy polo shirt with the gyms logo on it. No nudity, no enforced erection, no milking or religion-displaying underwear. Nothing. Not a damned thing. When Monday came, Adam was back at school and waiting for Micah to spring a trap on him but he was left alone. Adam's life had gone on without incident for more than ten days now. Adam chatted to his friends, met his pregnant sister for coffee, chatted to his dad (see previous Teen Titan anxiety) and talked to his mum. His mum - it made Adam think about what Robin had said about not seeing his mother. "My mum is gone... She ran away and never came back... She must hate me more than you do... Make a joke out of that... There's nothing worse than feeling this way in front of you." Why was Adam thinking about Robin, who he still thought was a tosser? Didn't he? After crying in the changing room and running off, Robin didn't come into school for two days and when he reappeared on Thursday he looked like he'd crawled out of a sewer. Was he sick? Did Adam care? When this week started, Robin still looked dreadful - almost as dreadful as Adam felt - and only now was Robin to look fully human again. Adam noticed the flare of freckles across Robin's nose and then stopped noticing nice things about the tosser. Adam's phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to check for messages. Anonymous: [Boys toilet, ground floor, ASAP.] As soon as possible gave Adam the flexibility to procrastinate. For a week and a half Adam had feared what might be asked of him. Adam wondered if it was a deliberate mind game - keeping him fretful to the point of anticipation so that now the moment was here, Adam was quivering. He didn't bother to reply - he could be there in the time it took to reply. Adam strutted though the Huddle hall, past the cafeteria and towards the ground floor boy's toilet. Usually Adam noticed the girls that checked him out in the corridors and liked the attention - though they did nothing for him (sexually) but they didn't know that. Boys looked at him with lust too, sometimes fear, often disgust because he could be mouthy and arrogant and vain. Today, Adam hardly noticed anyone - his mind was processing the possibilities of what might happen next. He walked into the toilets and looked around stupidly as if Micah would just be standing there staring at everyone who entered while waiting for him to attend. Slowly, Adam made his way deeper into the toilets and instinct drew him to the disabled cubicle. The last time he had been in it, Mr Anonymous had made him strip naked, go into the next cubicle, jerk off and then return to get his clothes. Except a couple of younger boys had found his clothes and he'd had to terrify them to get them back and get rid of the boys. Adam nudged the door with his foot and it swung in, evidently unlocked, to reveal Micah on his phone and tapping away at who knew what. When Micah looked up he smiled at the tension on Adam's face. "Come in," Micah said at a very discrete volume. Adam entered and closed the door, making the space they occupied very intimate. "How've you been?" Micah asked. Micah was sat on the closed lid for the toilet - at least Adam didn't need to watch him poo. "Do you care?" Adam asked sulkily. "I want to know," Micah replied - not really answering the question. Adam shrugged, "I thought you'd given up on me." "You wish." Adam shrugged again. "Take off your shoes and socks. Then your trousers and your underwear," Micah said, all business since Adam wasn't being chatty. It suited Adam just fine to get things over and done with. The bastard probably wanted him to flush all the things he took off down the toilet and then walk to his first class with his hands on his head. Adam said nothing because he didn't want to give Micah ideas. Adam complied without comment and without commentary from Micah so soon he was stood naked below the waist. Adam's feet were cold on the floor (that was thankfully spotless first thing in the morning) and the hair around his ankles stood on air as if being watched through the space at the bottom of the cubicle. Don't they say hair stands on end when you sense that you're being watched? Adam wasn't being watched - except by Micah. Then Micah took a quick pic with his phone and grinned at it. Adam's white shirt and school tie on top barely covered his penis; his thighs, athletic legs and bare feet made the picture sexier as the eye descended. "Beautiful," Micah complimented. "Now what?" Adam asked. Now, Micah stooped down and picked up Adam's socks and underwear and stuffed them all into his backpack. Then he picked up the trousers and pulled out a pair of scissors - before Adam could even think to object - as if that would have made a difference - Micah had cut more than half of the internal under-flap of the fly away. As he handed the trousers back to Adam, Micah grinned. The damage was clear; without the flap behind the zip, the contents of Adam's trousers would be easily exposed. Adam's penis would still be concealed as long as he had underwear on, except Micah had taken them. Adam's penis would still be concealed as long as he was allowed to zip up... "Leave the fly down. All day," Micah said. Shit, thought Adam. "Shit," Adam replied. Micah laughed - delightedly rather than cruelly and Adam appreciated that his laugh might have been the same if it was happening to someone else. Tailor made humiliation stopped being funny when you were the victim. Adam pulled on his trousers and then slipped on his shoes to take his bare feet off the cold floor. His bare feet in the shoes felt strange - and they'd get hot and sweaty without socks on - and Adam knew his naked ankles would show when he sat down or crossed his legs. Not that Adam was ashamed of his ankles - that would be a weird psychosis - rather it was just another reminder of the ways in which his body was being controlled and exhibited. "Wait," Micah said as Adam fastened the button of his trousers. Adam wasn't allowed to zip up, but surely he'd be allowed to fasten the button... right? His trousers would fall down without the button. Micah pulled the trousers open again - without damaging the button - but then sharply pulled the each side of Adam's shirt. The bottom button popped off and skittered across the floor somewhere. Micah pulled again and the next button pinged off into the phantom zone too. Micah sat back, seemingly happy with the result. "You can go whenever you're ready. But no zipping up!" Micah told him. Adam didn't know the full result until he tucked in the shirt and buttoned his trousers. Without the bottom two buttons to secure each side of the shirt together, Adam's flaccid penis sat in the placket so he couldn't even rely on his shirt to cover his cock. Adam quickly discovered that with the flap inside the fly gone -and with the zip down - the fly would open every time he sat down. Even if he put his hands in his pocket, the fly would part and his penis would be exposed. This was going to be a long and cautious day... Micah remained behind after Adam left. Micah: [It's done.] MrEe: [Did you take a picture?] Micah responded by sending the pic of Adam with his trousers off. He had also taken a picture just before Adam left the cubicle and although it was obvious something was wrong with the fly, no penis could be seen - for now. Micah: [He thought we'd given up on him. Lol.] MrEe: [Anticipation kills.] It was true too. Anticipation of an event - especially of a bad thing - can be as bad as the thing itself. In psychology there is a principle of conditioning whereby behaviour is changed by providing a reward every time a desired behaviour is performed. However, response to continuous rewarding can become fatigued so the behaviour is no longer reinforced. As such, once the behaviour is reinforced, it should be intermittently rewarded. In this way, the behaviour will continue because one never knows when they will be rewarded only that they will be sometimes. If demands were made of Adam ever day at school or every time he worked at Gymno-Mania, he would become jaded and desensitised. Mr Anonymous (or MrEe as Micah knew him) didn't want Adam becoming complacent. There was no possibility of Adam becoming complacent as he made his way to class. He was distracted and paranoid - everyone who passed him might be looking at his trousers and seeing his penis, balls or even just his pubes... how was he ever going to survive all day like this? He arrived outside his first period while the corridors were still quiet and found Robin standing without his usual sidekick. It was the first time they'd been alone since last Monday. "Hi, Robin," Adam said. The classic "hi" opening. It was full proof. "Oh... are you talking to me?" Robin replied bewilderedly. Adam blushed, his red cheeks radiating heat. "Yea. How are you?" Adam asked. "Confused as to why you're talking to me. Not that I mind," Robin hurriedly added. The classic "hi" opening? You are an idiot! Adam shrugged while he thought of a reply. They hadn't spoken since Robin's unguarded comments about his mum; they hadn't spoken because they'd barely crossed paths. "I've not had a chance to say anything since last Monday... I didn't tell anyone, by the way. About your mum. About her going away," Adam suddenly felt stupid. Robin and Adam weren't friends - or at least they hadn't been friends for over five years. "I appreciate that," Robin said quietly. "It must be hard though... not seeing her, talking to her... that must be hard," Adam said quietly. Robin wasn't sure how to respond to an Adam at school who had said several sentences now without calling him a girl's name or making fun of him. "If she's gone, she's gone," Robin replied bitterly; "Wanting her back, needing her back, it hasn't mattered to her all these years. I don't suppose anything has really changed." Robin didn't quite persuade Adam with his words - he couldn't even convince himself "Family isn't everything," said Adam; "A bad family is often worse than no family at all." Robin was surprised by Adam's ability to be insightful and understanding; Adam had the ability to use empathy to appreciate other people's problems. Maybe he wasn't a lost hope after all. They were prevented from further discussion by the arrival of Adam's friends whom he moved away to greet. Adam had decided to draw his friends away from Robin to save him from teasing, not that Adam would tell him that. Robin was clearly too distracted to notice Adam's flies were down but someone noticed - someone with a camera. Benjamin - Ben to almost everyone - was a seventeen year old peer whose number one hobby, ambition and talent involved photography. For years, he'd been taking pictures on school trips, at school shows, during school football matches. Most recently he had taken photos of Adam et al getting soaked with buckets of water. Ben was currently producing a slideshow of images for the official yearbook to chronicle their development from first year (eleven years old) to sixth year (seventeen years old). Also, Ben was taking sneaky pictures for the underground yearbook. This yearbook was not for formal consumption and was risqué at best and downright filthy at its worst. When Ben took soaking wet pictures of the boys in their underwear a few weeks ago, he knew he'd get them into the underground yearbook. Now, Ben was hard at the thought of getting a photo of Adam going commando with his zipper down. Ben watched Adam move away from Robin and then stepped up to take his place. "Morning, Robin," Ben greeted him. Robin was a really sexy guy - unbelievably hot. That is to say, unbelievable that most people didn't seem to notice. Robin was as athletic and buff as anyone in Adam's circle of friends, but no-one seemed to take cognisance of him. "Hi, Ben," Robin replied. Ben was at best a casual acquaintance but Robin thought he had a sweet innocence. Ben had messy blonde hair and blue eyes, average height and soft round features. His cheek bones and thin lips made him look boyish - of course he was a boy - his nose and timid eyes completed his wee cutesy face. "I couldn't help but notice Adam talking to you. I didn't realise he knew so many words that didn't involve him making a show of insulting you," Ben commented. "Yea, maybe he's becoming his true self," Robin suggested. Ben wasn't sure what Robin meant and Robin was still contemplating the notion that Adam was trying to be a better man. "I also can't help but notice Cameron hasn't been around as much lately," Ben said. There was a time when Robin and Cameron had been inseparable and over the last few months that bond had waned just slightly. Robin blamed himself for spending more time at The Fourth - taking off his clothes for money and having sex with Adam Mansouri while wearing a mask. Of course Cameron would blame himself - everything had changed after a chance encounter with his teacher Mr Wilson and the resulting affair. Neither of them would admit the real reason for their distance. In fact they both made excuses for the other... "Cameron's been studying harder than ever. He's a dead-cert for Medicine at Uni after the summer but he's studying harder than ever all the same," Robin replied. "That must be it," Ben agreed. Then in a lower voice, "Did you notice Adam's fly was down?" Robin half snorted and half laughed. "And that he's going commando?" Ben added. The cute wee guy was clearly a canny and horney observer - his keen eye perhaps it was a symptom of his penchant for photography. Adam was well aware of the potential danger he was in. Fly down with no underwear; pubes threatening to show, penis or testes threatening to peek out... By midday Adam was sweating but had somehow avoided it being noticed, as far as he could tell at least. He stuck to the back of his group of friends as they moved between classes and he sat down in class, tucking his seat well in, as soon each lesson began. When he got to lunchtime without incident it was a relief: until he got another text message. Anonymous: [Go to the second floor.] Fuck. Adam: [I'm here.] Adam had waited, all alone, on the second floor for nearly ten minutes before replying; the corridor and the classrooms showed no signs of Micah and milling around outside the science room where he'd sucked Micah nearly two weeks ago wasn't Adam's idea of fun. Anonymous: [Cum.] Adam hated this guy. Adam: [What if someone sees me?] Anonymous: [Do as you're told! If you're worried, don't take your cock out or do, I don't care. Just wank it and cum in your trousers. Let me know how far down your leg you can feel it dribble.] It was ridiculous that Adam was allowing shit like this to happen. He was obeying crazy instructions and why? Shame? Fear? Pride? More importantly, why was Micah doing this to him? The need to press on and get his task over and done with finished his reverie before he had a chance to do any more work on the conundrum. Adam pressed his hand against his dick, which was still contained within his trousers. He was making no headway in getting hard by rubbing it through the material of his trousers so Adam reached inside through the open fly and grabbed his dick. Adam could feel the coarse and wiry hair of his pubes as he squeezed his penis and pushed his hand along its length to get it fully hard. It chubbed up and pointed towards his left hip, but the trousers were too restrictive to let him properly stroke it. Adam looked down at himself - his hand in the fly of his trousers, pubes poking out - it was so obvious what he was doing. Adam moved his hand to massage his balls, hoping that might be enough to get hard but the crotch was still too restrictive and his hand too big to jerk himself. With no other recourse, Adam looked up the corridor and then in the other direction too. The coast was clear and so was his best recourse for finishing before anyone came along. Adam shook his head and took a deep breath - in the middle of the school day, in a typically busy corridor, with his half-tucked shirt and ruined trousers, Adam whipped out his cock. Three strokes were all it took to get six and a half inches hard. Adam was in a perpetually heightened state of awareness. He was just waiting for someone to arrive and catch him so he listened for every sound and looked around for any signs of activity. But he was alone. Adam didn't measure his cock often but he thought it looked bigger than normal. He was only seventeen so there was still time for it to grow; the last time he'd measured it, the erect penis was six and a half inches and Adam would have sworn it was at least a quarter of an incher bigger today. Adam's boner, poking out through the fly made him feel silly and his shirt being a little open meant that his bellybutton was on show. Adam slid his hand into his shirt to play with the belly button and then glided his hand up towards his nipples. It was with a mixture of fear and excitement that Adam pleasured himself and he was getting close to climax when he reminded himself he was supposed to cum in his trousers. Mr Anonymous might not care if he pulled his cock out to masturbate but the ejaculation instruction had been clear. Adam took himself to the very edge of pleasure before pushing his dick inside his trousers - the glide of the cotton against the exposed and slippery head of his dick was enough to tip him over the edge. Adam felt the cum spurt out, the first pulse strong enough to press through the weave of the fabric of his trousers and leaving a big creamy splodge at the hip. With no underwear, gravity did its thing and the sludgy spunk dribbled down his thigh even as further spurts continued to arrive. It was just then, as his cock continued to discharge that Adam heard the swing doors nearest his location opening and voices approached. There was nothing Adam could do to quell his orgasm and he was too shocked to think about... anything... the post-orgasmic daze, even amidst the risk of being caught, was too strong. It was a little relief when Adam saw Arthur and Carlos approaching, less so when he realised Ben was with them. And he had his camera. Ben always had his camera. "Hey, man. We've been looking for you," announced Art, who knotted his eyebrows. Adam realised he might look extremely indecent - or was he sufficiently respectable - but could hardly just look down and check what the damage was. Subtly or not, Adam was just thinking he'd have to check his crotch and make himself presentable when Carlos drew his attention. "We're going to play a match after school. You up for it? Ben was going to get a few action shots of the five-aside team for the yearbook. I figured you wouldn't want to miss out so we came looking for you," Carlos said. Adam groaned inwardly - he usually liked football but he had been more distracted of late. Still, he couldn't miss team pictures when he was in the team. Though pictures in the winter, after school, meant it would probably be half-dark outside. He was about to comment on this when Carlos suggested Ben take a few test shots before the lunch bell went. Test shots of the three of them right there in the corridor... Ben had been watching Arthur and Carlos approach Adam when he realised that Adam's fly was still down. He'd thought - in the hours that had passed since the morning - that Adam would have noticed by now. No time to waste, Ben snapped a few shots while the boys chatted. He didn't need the view finder to get good shots and he took plenty without previewing them. If Adam caught him taking sneaky shots, Ben knew he'd get his arse kicked. When Ben checked later he identified his favourite: the shot was angled slightly up, catching Adam's long body; where his white shirt was tucked into the trousers, the two halves had parted to expose his bellybutton - only just - and a bit of toffee coloured skin. Below the belt, only the root of Adam's cock was visible through the gap of his open fly but his testicles were outlined in shadow, the pubes were sneaking out and he clearly had a semi-erection. The fabric darkened to emphasise the tumescent schlong and best of all there was a big wet cum stain and dribbles of smaller deposits just below it. Then Carlos suggested that Ben take some test shots, catching the boy off guard. The sneaky snapshots had been a great opportunity but now he had an official and unrestricted prospect to get close-ups of Adam's big dick in his tight trousers. Adam didn't want his photo taken but he didn't think he could say so without everyone asking why and he didn't think he could lie convincingly to that particular enquiry. His brain was still addled from his orgasm and it was struggling to catch up with the events that were unfolding. Adam could feel cum dribbling down his leg and he could not or would not look down to see what the damage was. He would have to hope and trust that he was half-way decent and if not that Ben would keep inappropriate images to himself. Maybe he looked fine? Maybe no-one had noticed his fly was undone? "Alright buddy? You've been kind of quiet," said Arthur as he stood beside Adam and faced the camera. "Yea, cheer up, mate. Smile for the camera," Carlos said. Carlos flung an arm around Adam's waist and Arthur's arm was over Adam's shoulder. Ben took a few photos, adjusting his position slightly between shots. Adam thought that the boy really did act like a pro and having seen the display of his photos for his Art portfolio, Adam knew Ben had genuine skill. "You look like you're being held hostage, Adam," commented Ben as he peeked out from behind his view finder. Adam, Art and Carlos laughed and Adam relaxed just a little. Adam lifted his arms to put a hand on the shoulder of a friend on either side and Ben took a few more shots in quick succession as if the end of the world was coming. Ben was kind of cute too. Little and boyish for a seventeen year old and although he appeared to be mild mannered, he was more a man of steel and could hold his own when it came to expressing his ideas or arguing his point of view. He lacked brawn but made up for in cuteness and intelligence. Sniggering triggered Adam's awareness that there was something going on. Carlos didn't raise his eyes in time for Adam to notice he had been looking down. Adam looked down too... "Oh, shit!" Buddha only knows what he looked like before but now that he had stretched to put his hands on his friends' shoulders, Adam's whole torso was stretched up. The shirt hugged his upper body and his abdomen was exposed thanks to Micah removing buttons from the bottom of the shirt. At least four out of his six-pack abs were on show and so was his bellybutton. But it got worse. His trousers had slipped just a little so they were lower on his hips. The suggestion of the pubes above his cock was visible at the waistband. Best of all, though this was not as obvious from Adam's disadvantage point, his testicles were dangling within full view of the wide-open fly. Thus, when Ben took shots with his camera and the flash was on, his balls were illuminated. The wiry hairs on his balls were fuzzy like the head of a dandelion. Adam's cock had softened just enough to droop but it was still long and now pressed slightly to the left of centre within the crotch of his trousers - only just out of view of the open fly. The cum stain was a besmirching mark on his trousers - though it was not obviously semen - and Adam could feel dribbles of it clinging to his thigh and in the hair on his lower legs. "Fuck!" Carlos was laughing his ass off and Arthur laughed a bit, felt badly because Adam was his friend and then laughed again anyway. Adam wanted to be mad at Art but found himself thinking that if (for any reason) their places were reversed, he would be laughing too. Adam dropped his arms and fixed himself and when he turned around Ben had vanished. "Those pics are so gonna end up in the underground yearbook," stated Carlos. Adam had to agree, it was exactly the kind of thing that the underground yearbook lapped up. "Why didn't you warn me my fly was down?" Adam asked Arthur but Carlos answered. "'Cause it was too funny. You've had your balls out all morning, how could you not notice?" Carlos said with an edge of malice. Adam couldn't reply to that - he had noticed. "You didn't have to take pictures of it," Adam said moodily. "Didn't have to," Carlos agreed. "But the opportunity was too good to pass up. I think Ben might be too weak at the knees to take pictures of you in your footy kit now. The poof's probably gone home to wank himself blind." Carlos, Tomek and Jamal (to name but three) had always joined in with the name calling and the cruelty to others. Adam had often used it as a mask, a deflection from himself and an assault on others who - like him - had decided not to tell the world he was gay. Listening to Carlos call Ben a poofter made Adam realise how much of an asshole it made a person sound. "Whatever. Let's go," Adam said and led the way. Adam could sense that Arthur wanted to talk about all of this stuff but Adam wanted to stall so he became fascinated by his mobile phone. Besides, he had to send a message. Adam: [Cum reached my ankle. And someone saw me.] Was it really necessary to share that particular detail? If Adam hadn't mentioned it, would Micah ever have known about Ben's photos? If he hadn't mentioned it would he have faced dire consequences for hiding it? Anonymous: [Who?] Adam: [My friends. And Ben McDonald.] Anonymous: [Did the budding photographer get any good pictures?] Adam: [You'd have to ask him. I am zipping up now.] Adam deliberately avoided using the contraction "I'm" in order to emphasise that zipping up was not a request but a declaration. Mr Anonymous replied like a moody teenager. Anonymous: [Whatever.] A few minutes later and Carlos was telling the rest of their friends about the impromptu photo shoot and Adam's balls-out posing strategy. Adam knew he would live it down - it was a story his friends would enjoy but they wouldn't tell the whole school. That kind of story transmission was reserved for their enemies... their victims. Victims, was that the right word? If this had happened to Cameron or Micah or Ben or Robin, wouldn't they tell the whole school and make him a victim of their cruelty? Adam didn't answer that question for himself because he was too ashamed - he knew quite nicely that he would virtually destroy anyone else if it had happened to them. The only question now was, if he abandoned his current peer group, would he survive their onslaught? "You've been acting really weird lately. Do you want to talk about it?" Arthur asked him in a quiet moment. "I'd rather not," Adam replied earnestly. "Right... But if you change your mind..." Arthur started to say. "Yea yea, you big girl. You'll be the first person I tell. We can braid each other's hair and talk about our Weight Watchers at the same time," Adam teased in interruption to Arthur's compassion. Adam really didn't deserve such a kind and loyal straight best friend like Arthur. And that was another question too - how would Arthur feel if he knew the truth? If Adam's position became untenable, if he came out as gay... would Arthur still be his friend? Would Arthur ever be able to forgive him for being gay? That's what worried Adam. That and climate change. MEANWHILE "It's the seventh anniversary of our first date." That was the sentence - spoken by Andy in the staffroom at the start of lunch - that had prompted Rhys to pull out his phone and text Malcolm. Rhys would have to think hard to recall exactly when his affair with Andy's boyfriend began, but that seemed like too much hard work. Theirs was not a romantic engagement, it was a sexual one. Actually, since Rhys didn't have a boyfriend he didn't consider himself to be a cheat - Malcolm was the cheat. "That's sweet, do you guys have plans?" asked Vincent as he tucked into a chicken salad. Andy started talking about a nice restaurant blah blah blah, something something... Rhys: [Happy anniversary.] Malcolm: [I assume you're being sarcastic.] Rhys: [Of course. Your lover boy seems excited about it though. It makes me feel good inside to think about fucking you while he's thinking about holding hands and looking into your dreamy eyes.] Malcolm: [Asshole... Do you really think my eyes are dreamy?] Rhys: [Funny. Since you're texting me I guess you're not in with a patient just now.] Rhys knew the GP surgery at which Malcolm was a partner closed for an hour at roughly the same time as the school lunchtime but there were occasions when a patients' timeslot overran or the patient had not other time to see the doctor. Malcolm: [I'm all by myself. I don't wanna be all by myself.] Rhys wasn't an Eric Carmen fan. Rhys: [Well then, while I listen to your boyfriend talk about what a magical night you have planned... take your cock out.] Malcolm: [I think it's my turn to dominate.] Rhys: [But I'm in a room full of teachers and you're alone in your office.] Malcolm took out his cock and jerked it until it engorged. He liked his big dick - the stereotype that all black guys have big dicks was, in his experience, wildly inaccurate but he was not one to disprove the rule so what did he know? "Malcolm likes it when I'm a good boy so I'm thinking of being very obedient once we're finished dinner," Andy said. Andy had lowered his voice so only Rhys and Vincent could hear him. The rest of the teachers knew he was gay but even if he was straight Andy wouldn't have advertised his sexual planning for his anniversary. In Andy's experience, as a gay man, even accepting people had limits - tolerance only goes so far before people object. "I don't mind gay people as long as... insert restriction on sexual identity here." Besides, Andy wasn't the type of man to advertise his sexual ideas - Rhys and Vincent knew Malcolm liked a bit of domination and that Andy loved to submit - so he quietened his voice so he wouldn't be overheard. Rhys: [Andy plans to submit to your authority tonight. Will you be thinking about me when he's sucking you off?] Malcolm: [No.] Malcolm meant that too. He might be cheating but he loved Andy and knew he was playing a dangerous game with a man who would not play fair if he tried to end it. Malcolm didn't intend to cheat forever. Rhys: [Just for that, push your trousers and pants to the floor.] Malcolm obeyed, lifting his ebony bottom from his swivel chair and dropping everything to his ankles. His cock stuck straight out from his groin, his white shirt contrasting his dark brown skin. Malcolm pictured Andy between his legs while he continued to beat off. Andy was awfully fair skinned which contrasted Malcolm's dark skin. Malcolm liked it that Andy was the first man he thought of - even as he engaged in a desperate power game with Rhys. Malcolm: [Done. Do you want me to count the strokes?] Rhys: [Don't cum. Edge for the rest of your lunch. That way, when you cum in Andy's ass tonight, you'll have to think about me and how I denied you release right now.] Malcolm: [Mmm. Edging. My favourite.] Malcolm was not going to be drawn into a discussion about Andy any more than he was going to think about Rhys when he had sex with his actual boyfriend. He didn't need to tell Rhys that though - Rhys had a dark side. By most people's standards, most masochistic practitioners had a dark side. Rhys: [Since your hands are full, I'll leave you to it.] "So, an anniversary date, that's supposed to be special right?" Rhys contributed. "It is special," Andy insisted. "Don't worry about him, Andy. To Rhys a one week anniversary would be an achievement," Vincent said. Some people would be insulted by a dig like that, but not Rhys. "I haven't met the right person yet," Rhys replied with a pouted lip. Vincent and Andy laughed. "Maybe you guys should date?" Andy suggested. Andy had suggested Vincent and Rhys date once before. Rhys had only joined the staff of Coalwater High School at the beginning of the school year but he had known Andy and Malcolm a little longer. Rhys and Vincent were both single gay men and Andy felt it was his duty to try and play matchmaker. The only problem was that Rhys didn't really date. At least not that anyone knew... did it count as dating to have sex with your friends' boyfriend for nearly a year? No. The other problem at the time was that Vincent wasn't in the right place for a boyfriend. Things with Cameron had changed that, but that was a recent development in Vincent's life. The truth was Vincent had been surprised to find himself moving on from the spectre of his last relationship. Jake, his high school sweetheart, was a love that was hard to move on from even after four years. Vincent couldn't think about Jake without thinking about his (former) best friend Charlie - he still carried a lot of guilt about how he had ended that friendship... "Or not," said Andy. "Sorry?" replied Vincent as he realised he had both failed to reply and had been unresponsive for half a minute. "You don't want to date me, Vincent?" asked Rhys. Vincent grinned because he knew Rhys was taking the piss. Rhys didn't want to date him any more than he wanted to date Rhys. "Sorry. I think we should see other people," Vincent replied. Of course Vincent was already seeing someone but he could hardly confide in them that he was dating a student... was it even dating? He was definitely having sex with a student and he definitely could not confide that either. Just thinking about Cameron made Vincent yearn for the boy but meeting him was difficult to arrange discreetly. Vincent had his career to think about and Cameron had his thinking about getting good grades to get into medical school to think about. Vincent took a break from talking to his colleagues to text the boy in question. Vincent: [I've been thinking about you.] Cameron: [Cool. I like distracting older boys.] Vincent: [Lol. Are you busy tonight?] Cameron: [Yes. How about Monday?] Vincent: [Ok. Where?] Cameron: [Mr Wilson, in the classroom, with the schoolboy. Lol.] Vincent grinned at the continuity joke; recalling Cameron's suggested title for the sexy story he had told about Jake and Charlie. Vincent: [I'm looking forward to it.] Rhys had just told Malcolm to send him a dick-pic and was admiring the handsome cock as he finished his lunch. Rhys would gladly have used Malcolm's jizz as salad dressing. A smug smile pulled at Rhys' lips as he thought about Andy's boyfriend and their affair. It was a betrayal over which Rhys had no feelings of remorse. In fact, he was already planning the next time he would be able to hook up with Malcolm. Having sex with someone else's boyfriend took planning but it was surprisingly worth the wait. LATER Adam couldn't wait to get home but he had had to get through the rest of the school day first! Ben didn't take photos of the five aside football team after all and Adam wondered if Carlos had a point - the kid was probably at home wanking over the photos he'd already captured. Adam's mood was unusually subdued considering his team won and he abstained from taunting the loosing team. Robin had been on the losing team and normally Adam would have let him hear the end of it. Instead, Adam trailed behind everyone so he could avoid Arthur making a second attempt at talking to him about his "acting weird." Walking behind everyone also gave Adam the opportunity to check out the asses of the other boys. Adam's eyes watched Robin's arse - his shorts a little muddy but the ass inside them was... What was he doing checking out Robin's butt? Adam showered and even though he had the chance to mock, tease or insult Robin like he usually did, Adam refrained. Maybe he was growing as a person? The worst thing was that Adam felt closer to Robin but still converted all his self-loathing onto Robin-loathing. Freud called it transference. Is that really how Adam felt? Adam had never consciously processed his feelings like that. It seemed unfair when he thought about it. He saw Robin looking at him out the corner of his eye. This was usually the moment when he would attack Robin, accuse him of perving and belittle him for being a closeted gay-boy. But Adam's new insight told him that Robin was looking in anticipation of a verbal assault. Is that what he had become? Is that what people thought of him? It was too much introspection for one afternoon so Adam left without comment and went home. He was looking forward to the night ahead. He hadn't been instructed to work at Gymno-Mania and Adam was smart enough to know his job there was largely window dressing and set-up for future escapades. Adam got dressed in skinny denim shorts - even though it was December and therefore cold outside - and a tight t-shirt. He was in the mood to show off and show no fear. He looked at himself in the mirror - he was perfectly decent but the exposure of his muscled legs was a juxtaposition to the dark winter nights of Scotland. He got a taxi to The Fourth and was chittering by the time he entered the building. His arms were made of gooseflesh and the hair on his arms and legs stood up, making them look fuzzy. He was warm after half an hour inside The Fourth - he had a few drinks courteous, as always, of the bar staff who knew his dad was the manager and who therefore didn't ask for proof of age. It got easier to drink when a man nearly twice his age started flirting with him. Adam was flattered but his heart wasn't in it and he made a discreet exit when the man went up to buy him yet another drink. Adam was also worried the man was going to slip something into his drink. IIII: [The show is about to begin. Please take your seats.] It was time for a show on the stage in the members only section where Adam took a seat to watch as men stripped, gyrated and twerked; they exposed themselves, got hard and a few came for the audience. Adam himself was stroking a rigid cock inside his skinny shorts as the men performed. Mr Aziz (Adam just called him dad) often spent months cultivating confidence in his performers and it was clear that Teen Titan's confidence had grown enormously. When Adam first set eyes on Teen Titan two months ago it was clear the man was confident - you don't strip naked for a room full of people unless you're confident. But now Teen Titan was not just naked, he was hard and stroking himself. He wouldn't cum, the performer wasn't quite ready for that, but even jerking off on stage was a divine sight to behold. Adam's dad had told him little about who Teen Titan was - in truth, Adam had asked very little - but he knew that his dad had met Teen Titan five or six months ago. Within weeks, the masked man had learned to strip and agreed to participate in activities within the parlours. Which was how he had met and fallen for Teen Titan. What Adam didn't know - what he hadn't asked - was how old Teen Titan was nor who he was. Adam would never guess that Teen Titan was Robin Haldane, a sixteen year old boy from his own school. Adam watched Teen Titan slink off stage after his performance. Once upon a time, Teen Titan's strip show looked like an important story point but it was far less important than what he did for Adam in the parlour. Adam got to be himself and redeem himself in many ways and it was beginning to pay dividends in "the real world" - as evidenced by Adam being less of an asshole at school. For this reason there was no preamble. When Teen Titan entered the parlour and closed the door, he immediately found himself pressed against it by Adam and a tongue in his mouth. "It's nice to see you too," said Teen Titan when he got the chance. "Sorry. That was a little forward of me, wasn't it?" Adam said. "You must have missed me last week," Teen Titan said. "Yes... I did," admitted Adam. Adam hadn't been able to attend The Fourth because Mr Anonymous had made him work twilight shifts at Gymno-Mania; Robin hadn't donned his Teen Titan mask anyway because his dad was a psychopath. In the brief silence, Adam checked out Teen Titan - his nipples were erect, the cock he had made erect on stage was still half-hard inside black and yellow briefs and his skin was like silk. Teen Titan thought Adam looked beautiful. Observing Adam's skin was fascinating; like a statue carved from marble, the texture and hue was flawless and velvety. It was like wet clay - mocha coloured and silky beneath Teen Titan's touch. Adam kissed Teen Titan again, caressing his skin and then asked in a whisper: "Did you miss me?" "You could say that. Did you have a good week?" Teen Titan asked. Adam's brow furrowed. "Did you have a bad week?" Teen Titan asked. Robin knew there was something funny going on with Adam; that is, beyond the double life he seemed to live between school and The Fourth. Of course, Teen Titan was one to talk when it came to commentary on living a double life. However, Robin could not be Robin when he was wearing his Teen Titan mask. Teen Titan was not supposed to know that Adam had been freeballing at school with his zipper down all day. "Look, can we just take a break for a minute?" Adam asked instead of talking about his bad week. "We were on a break!" Teen Titan said dramatically. "Am I Ross or Rachel, because I'm not comfortable wearing a dress," Adam replied. "I'd rather you weren't wearing anything," Teen Titan replied. Adam took Teen Titan's hand - his skin was soft and warm - and pulled him towards the bed. Teen Titan allowed himself to be led and any cognisance that the masked man usually called the shots was forgotten. They reached the bed and faced each other, eyes searching and thinking. Robin couldn't help but wonder how Adam did not recognise him by his eyes; were they not the window to the soul? Robin supposed Adam had no reason to relate the eyes or the body of Teen Titan to a boy he barely knew from school but still, Robin couldn't help but marvel at the way he was hiding in plain sight. "You wanted to take a break from talking," Teen Titan said; "Wouldn't that be easier if both our mouths were occupied?" Adam grinned wickedly. "That sounds perfect," Adam replied. Teen Titan dropped his briefs - black with a yellow waistband and piping around the legs - which was the only thing he'd been wearing when he entered the parlour. He jumped onto the bed and looked back to watch Adam remove his shirt and drop his denim shorts. As more skin emerged, Teen Titan began to get hard. Teen Titan's hand played lazily with his penis while Adam completed the task of dropping his underwear and removing his footwear. Adam too jumped onto the bed, bouncing beside Teen Titan and shuffling closer until their lips could meet in an intimate clinch that deteriorated into a tongue-laden mess of lusty passion. Adam groped his own penis into action and soon fourteen and a half inches separated the boys - cocks touching head to head. Moving closer so the lengths of their shafts slid together, Teen Titan shivered and stole his lips towards Adam's nipples. Adam had noticed Teen Titan's nipples were erect when he'd first entered, now his too were coaxed into pointed action. Adam bided his time by caressing Teen Titan's skin, the softness and warmth of the pulchritude caused Adam's heart to skip a beat; that or the mouth suckling on his nips. Adam's dick jumped at the recollection of the last time they were together, they'd had sex for the first time and the sensation of Teen Titan's eight inches inside him was not something he'd ever forget. "Not that I'm complaining but you said both our mouths would be occupied?" Adam asked placidly. Teen Titan's lips detached from suckling the right nipple and his mouth became a smile. "Let's sixty-nine," Teen Titan said. Teen Titan took charge, shuffling around the bed until he was top-to-tail with Adam. "First person to cum, cum's in the mouth. The second person has to cum on the other's face or body and lick it off," Teen Titan said. It was sentences like that which made Robin wonder what kind of person he'd become. "Awesome," replied Adam. Adam leaned into Teen Titan's cock and locked his lips around the head. Slowly, he worked the cock deeper into his mouth until the eight inch monster tickled his tonsils. Teen Titan meanwhile, kissed the head of Adam's penis and then licked it several times to make it slippery and shiny. He worked his tongue and lips in tandem, teasing Adam's cock into his mouth and slurping on the oozing organ. Adam moaned and bucked his hips, resisting the urge to cum with all his might. Adam reached around Teen Titan and worked his fingers between Teen Titan's buttocks; Adam's middle finger drew up and down the trench that was damp with perspiration, the tip if his finger teased Teen Titan's hole. Teen Titan decided to reciprocate but he reached between Adam's legs and Adam agreeably parted his thighs to permit Teen Titan to caress his perineum and work toward his anus. Teen Titan's finger soon circled the hole and pressed it like tapping out Morse code. ..-. ..- -.-. -.- Adam's mouth left Teen Titan's cock to gobble the eggs sitting beneath it and Teen Titan had to admit, he very much liked the feeling of his balls in Adam's mouth. When Adam's mouth returned to Teen Titan's cock, it was to the delight of the expectant head which was so sensitive that the mere sensation of Adam's tongue across the frenulum was enough to send him over the edge. Teen Titan came in Adam's mouth and he didn't hesitate to drink the salty goodness that coated his mouth and lips. Adam bucked his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Teen Titan's mouth. Teen Titan flicked his tongue around Adam's cock; even in the confined space of his mouth the tongue was a miracle worker. Adam pulled out just in time to shoot his cum on Teen Titan's chest. If Teen Titan had cum second he would have aimed for Adam's face but Teen Titan's face was covered with a mask and Adam very much wanted to taste Teen Titan's skin. Blobs of cum splashed across Teen Titan's bare chest; melting into the creamy fudge coloured skin which Adam wasted no time getting to work on kissing and licking. Before Adam could swallow, Teen Titan beckoned his attention. "Kiss me," Teen Titan pleaded. When their lips met again, Teen Titan could feel Adam's warm and wet lips. Residue of two cum deposits was on those lips and in that mouth and Adam appreciated Teen Titan's fervour to taste the glorious mixture. Adam had already swallowed most of it but the snowball-esque kiss was delightful. Collapsing together at last, there was a contented silence. They didn't embrace or cuddle as lovers do; heat radiated between them and kept them apart. Adam would have liked to embrace, to hold each other, and so would Robin but the moment passed. Just as they missed the chance to do so after having sex, the weight of the world fell back onto their shoulders. The boys always had so many things on their minds - secrets, guilt, thoughts and over-thinking. While they didn't move closer, they also didn't move away and there was contentment in the distance from which they could gaze at the other's naked body. "So, where were we before we got all caught up in..." Adam searched for the right way to conclude his sentence. "Each other's mouths?" Teen Titan offered. "Yea, that," Adam chuckled. "I asked if you'd had a bad week," Teen Titan offered. Robin wondered if Adam would share his humiliating wardrobe malfunction or not; he also wondered if there was more to it than met the eye for Adam was very uncomfortable. "Things have happened to me. My life is really weird just now... I don't know how to talk about it," Adam sighed. "There's someone in my life now who is trying to..." For the briefest of moments Adam had considered telling Teen Titan about Mr Anonymous but then he bottled it. "How do you do it?" Adam asked "I'm sorry?" Teen Titan replied in a perplexed tone. Robin's heart jumping as he wondered what Adam meant. Ironic given he tried to tell Adam who he was but Robin lived in constant fear that Adam would discover he was Teen Titan. "You strip on stage. You don't mind who sees you, do you?" Adam asked. "No... But I choose to take my clothes off. I can choose to stop anytime I want and I even choose to be in here. Or not, if I want to," Teen Titan said. "But you do want to be here? You do choose to be here?" Adam asked. "I choose to be with you," Teen Titan answered. "I'm happy about that. So... you... you really don't mind being seen? Anybody could be out there watching you. People you know..." Adam was struggling to articulate himself. What Adam was really wondering was if he could learn to be like Teen Titan. Learn to be less ashamed and less affronted by the demands of Mr Anonymous - take power away from Micah or at least take some power back for himself. "You want to strip? On stage? I'm sure Mr Aziz could arrange that..." Teen Titan suggested. In reality, robin doubted Adam's dad would allow such a thing of his own son. "No. Oh no. I was thinking you could teach me though. To be more comfortable with being naked and having an audience," Adam said. Adam had to learn to be comfortable with nudity and an audience because something told him Mr Anonymous had plans for him. A stage had been set with his humiliating PE lesson and his first day at Gymno-mania. Adam didn't know why Micah wanted to do things to him, but he did and Adam had to prepare for it. Teen Titan contemplated asking why but in his heart he felt Adam wouldn't tell him and he didn't want to be rejected like that. Instead, Teen Titan gave a reply. "Ok. I'll teach you..." Robin agreed. "When can we start?" Adam asked. 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