Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2018 12:37:28 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Fourteen Do As You're Told Chapter Fourteen: Who I Really Am 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. MONDAY 10TH DECEMBER 2018 December brought a bleak midwinter - temperatures close to zero (and often sub-zero) were the norm and so necessitated warm jackets, woolly hats and winter gloves. Vincent would usually be in his car with the hot air turned up but the exhaust had fallen off his car and was - hopefully - being repaired today. Thus, Vincent was on a bus, cold, shivering and slumming it with the hoi polloi. "Hello there, fancy seeing you here," said a Welsh voice that broke though Vincent's reverie about nothing in particular. Vincent looked up to see someone from his high school days whom he hadn't seen for a very long time; so long that it took several seconds for the penny to drop and Vincent to recognise the boy who had turned into a handsome man. "Ianto, how are you?" Vincent asked as he budged along to the window side of his seat to make room for him to sit. "Fine, Vincent. Great actually. I wasn't sure you'd recognise me," Ianto replied. "It took a minute, but it's been a long time," Vincent remarked. It must be eight years since they had been at school together. "I've never noticed you on the bus before," commented Ianto. "Car trouble. So, what have you been doing with your life?" Vincent asked. "I run a party planning business with my partner... who's also my partner," Ianto said excitedly. "That's great... does your partner have a name?" Vincent asked, cautious to avoid gender pronouns. It was one thing to have a homosexual encounter with him in the showers at an all-boy's school, but that didn't necessarily mean Ianto was gay. "Steve." Ok, so Ianto was gay. "That's nice. You must be busy at this time of year?" Vincent asked. Ianto rolled his eyes dramatically, a camp gesture; in fact melodrama was probably a more accurate adjective. "You have no idea! Christmas, I love it but I hate it," Ianto admitted. "Well it'll be all over in a few weeks I suppose," Vincent placated. "Yea, but then me and Steve still have the New Year crowd to cater to," Ianto pointed out sagely. Vincent didn't reply this time as he suspected whatever he said would be a trigger for another amateur-dramatics performance. "And what about you?" Ianto asked. "I'm a teacher now," he replied; "School closes next Friday and I'm off for two weeks, which is pretty cool." "Lucky you. What do you teach?" "English." Ianto made a noise that was equal parts approval, cringing, apathetic and impressed. "Love life?" asked Ianto. "Of course I love life, especially at Christmas time," Vincent replied - deliberately misunderstanding the question. Ianto laughed - giggled - and where someone savvier might have realised Vincent was trying not to talk about his love life, Ianto ploughed on. "No, I mean are you seeing anyone?" Ianto asked like Vincent was a silly Billy for misunderstanding. "When we left high school everyone figured you and Charlie Shaw were going at it." Vincent really didn't want a trip down memory lane right now. He wished his car had been fine and that this bus trip had never happened but he still had half his journey to go and no way of exit. There were some things that Vincent just didn't talk about and he was heading inexorably towards those things... "Actually I started dating Jake Burton around Christmas time in our first year of Uni," Vincent said cagily. "Oh yea? Jake, really? He was cute too. I thought you had a thing for Charlie though? It was obvious to everyone who wasn't Charlie," Ianto said with a bit of a chuckle that managed to be a little bit condescending. "I did but in the end he was just a friend. I fell in love with Jake," Vincent replied honestly. There was no point getting into the complicated relationship he had had with Charlie - the first boy he ever fell in (and out) of love with. There was no point reminiscing about the casual sexual relationship he had with Charlie while wishing the boy would notice that he was looking for something more. More to the point, Vincent found something more when he realised how Jake felt about him. Falling in love with Jake was... "Wow, really? That's so sweet. Good on you two. But all this time and no wedding ring?" Ianto said brightly, peeking at Vincent's left hand. It was only now that Vincent thought to look at Ianto's hand - Steve wasn't just a partner who was also a partner, he was Ianto's husband. "No. No wedding ring." The toneless reply made Ianto's smile vanish. "Oh. Sorry... you and Jake broke up?" "No. He died." As conversation stoppers go... "Fuck. I need to take my size tens off and stitch them in my mouth," Ianto replied, clearly embarrassed. "No, it's ok. It was nearly five years ago now," Vincent said quietly. Four and a half years but that was neither here nor there. Vincent didn't think about it much. Actually, he didn't talk about it much - he thought about it all the time. Jake was always with him in his thoughts - even after five years. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. What... eh...." Ianto started to ask. The last time Vincent had talked about Jake and Charlie, he'd been with Cameron. Vincent had touched on some things but mostly told a tawdry story. Vincent had successfully avoided talking about the painful memories he had of those two boys but Ianto was different. Perhaps because Ianto had known them both, perhaps because Vincent hadn't seen Ianto for a long time, but most of all because Vincent knew he probably wouldn't see Ianto again. He was safe to talk to because the repercussions of sharing his thoughts would be limited. Whereas telling Cameron... who knew what that would do? "Jake was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in our third year at Uni," Vincent answered the question that Ianto had struggled to articulate. "And he was gone by the time I finished my honours year." Vincent spoke with almost no emotion, not because he didn't care or didn't feel it but because to feel it now would make him weep in public. "I dunno what to say. Are you ok?" Ianto asked. "I am now. It took time. But I am now." "How?" Ianto asked. "I married Steve two years ago and if I lost him I think I'd..." "Yea. I thought so too," Vincent interrupted. "What about Charlie then? You three were pretty tight as friends. Is he still around?" Ianto asked, desperately trying to get away from the dead boyfriend part of the conversation. "We kinda fell out," Vincent said dryly - his tone indicating another complicated story. He saw the look on Ianto's face that said "what the fuck do I say now?" and felt sorry for the guy. It wasn't his fault that memory lane had so many potholes. Vincent chuckled at the train wreck of their conversation and Ianto relaxed as he realised there were no hard feelings about the conversation going tits up. "I bet you didn't expect me to brighten up you journey today," Vincent said and Ianto smiled. "No. I wasn't expecting that," he admitted. "Do you ever talk about this stuff? With anyone?" "No. There's... kind of someone in my life just now... But no, I don't talk about this stuff," Vincent said. "Kind of someone?" Ianto asked flamboyantly - he was intrigued, his interest piqued. Vincent shrugged. "How do you get over something like that... losing someone I mean?" Ianto wondered. "I moved on," Vincent responded. The thing about being broken is that broken things can be fixed. It takes time but eventually you learn that beyond the mere act of surviving bereavement, there is a way to transcend it. The bus had stopped at a set of traffic lights and Vincent's stop was approaching. Freedom was getting closer and Vincent was glad that when he got off the bus he could go back to being the man he was now instead of the man he used to be - the man who had only just survived. "Look, this conversation took a bit of a depressing turn and I didn't mean it to," Ianto admitted. "I know. It's ok. Sometimes bad things happen in life, but that doesn't make life bad. I'm pretty happy now and sure, when I think about Jake, I feel sad. When I think about Charlie I feel... empty. When I think about high school, I feel like I was never that young. But I'm pretty happy now," Vincent reiterated. "Happy with the guy you're kind of seeing?" Ianto asked referentially and with a crooked smile. "He's a part of it. My friends, my job, they mean a lot to me too," Vincent said. "And talking about my job, I need to get off here." Ianto stood to let Vincent up and as he passed Ianto hugged him tightly. "I am so sorry," he whispered. Vincent could feel the catch in his throat and so didn't dear to reply. He had stepped away before he found the ability to say anything. "Happy Christmas," Vincent said. "Merry Christmas," responded Ianto. "Oh and here's my number if you ever want to catch up." Ianto handed Vincent a classy business card, embossed and printed with bright lettering. "Or plan a party?" Vincent asked. Ianto chuckled and admitted, "Aye, that too." Vincent stepped off the bus and into a puddle. The stop was less than five minutes from the school but it was cold enough to make nipples that could cut glass so he set off at a vigorous pace. Vincent had not enjoyed talking about the past but he was glad he had the chance to think about Jake. He didn't talk about him much because the people in his life didn't know Jake. Not Malcolm, not Rhys, not Andy and definitely not Cameron. Cameron was a schoolboy - the guy he was "kind of seeing" but he wasn't a boyfriend. Vincent wasn't sure what their relationship status was. Sure Cameron had asked about Jake and Charlie but Vincent thought the boy would balk at the intimate details. Cameron had been happy to hear the retelling of a sordid tale, but the other details? No, they were just for Vincent to know. What really bothered Vincent was the way in which Charlie had insinuated himself into his thoughts. There were odd times when Vincent wondered what had happened to his old friend - to the first boy he ever fell in love with. It was his own fault that Charlie was gone but Vincent had had enough of thinking about the past. Vincent certainly didn't need the guilt trip that came with thinking about Charlie and the things he'd said to him... It was the end of the school day before Cameron had the opportunity to see Vincent and he had been very much looking forward to catching up with his lover. It was especially titillating for Cameron to "do stuff" with Vincent at school, but first he had homework to do and if that wasn't a sad indictment of teenage troubles he didn't know what was. "Remember when Spider-Man tells Tony Stark, I can't go to Germany - I've got homework?" Cameron whispered to Robin. Robin looked bewildered by the out of the blue question and replied slowly, "Yea?" "I don't know what made me think of that," Cameron said because he couldn't tell Robin the truth. Robin was bewildered but turned his bewilderedness back to his homework. Cameron smiled at his secret tryst with a teacher but lamented the schoolwork in front of him. Dammit, he wanted to be a doctor, he couldn't let a man distract him from his school work. "Hi, Robin," said Ben as he passed though the library. "Hey," Robin replied, looking up briefly from the array of books and notepads in front of him. Cameron smiled in Ben's direction as he vied for a little more of Robin's attention but failing to muster it. Ben shuffled and averted his gaze as he moved on to add his voice to a group already muttering about their English homework. "So Ben's nice," Cameron commented. "Sure," Robin replied. "You've been quiet today," said Cameron, deciding to change the subject. "I'm always quiet," Robin pointed out. "A different kind of quiet. And don't think I haven't noticed you looking at Adam," Cameron said blandly. "Have I?" Robin responded as if accused of a capital crime. Cameron looked quizzically at Robin. "Yea. And he's not been noising you up as much lately either," Cameron paused and added faux-dramatically; "Oh my god, are you dying?" Robin grinned and then chuckled, "No, I'm not dying." "Phew, that's good... Is Adam dying?" Cameron suggested. "Don't think so." "Shame." "Don't be mean," Robin said. Robin knew he'd been different lately. His life had changed over the summer when he started working for Mr Aziz at The Fourth. It had changed again when he discovered Adam was gay, and again when he and Adam started masturbating and having sex. Indeed, it had changed yet again in the last few weeks as the Adam he knew at school had mellowed and become less antagonistic. Yet, Robin had not failed to notice Cameron was changing too - less quick to share things and more frequently having a mysterious place be. It made Robin feel a little lonely and excluded. They were both quiet for a second before Robin decided to comment. "You've been quiet too. Different as well," Robin said placidly. Cameron and Robin exchanged looks and for a brief moment each knew the other was hiding something. It was new for them to have secrets - big secrets - and it was new for them to be ok with not sharing. The exception to this rule was Robin's blanket ban on talking about his dad. There was a time when both boys would have considered big secret keeping to be a betrayal of trust - friends shouldn't have secrets, right? But they were getting old enough to understand that secrets were necessary, sometimes good and sometimes there wasn't an option. Cameron wondered what his timid sixteen year old best friend could be hiding - luckily for Robin, he'd never guess the truth in a million years... "Are you a stripper? Are you messing around with Adam Mansouri? Is Adam your secret boy-crush?" Robin was wondering what his confident seventeen year old best friend could be hiding - he too would never guess what was being kept from him. "Did you see Mr Wilson naked? Have you been fucking Mr Wilson? Are you sort of dating a teacher?" Cameron looked at his watch. He had plans to meet Vincent and hour after the last less of the day; they had to be discreet so Cameron spent the intervening time hanging about with Robin and they'd started their homework in the school library. "I need to get going," Cameron said casually. "Oh. Already? Why?" asked Robin. "Places to be and people to see," Cameron replied. Robin nodded quietly. He desperately wanted to ask where Cameron needed to be and whom he had to see but resisted the temptation. It wouldn't do to quiz his friend, to do so would be to open himself up to equal scrutiny and he didn't want to tell Cameron his secrets. "Ok. Well, I'll see you later I guess." Cameron felt bad as he lifted his bag and gave Robin a pat on the shoulder. Robin winced as Cameron's hand landed. "You ok?" Cameron asked as Robin rearranged the pained expression on his face. Robin shrugged stiffly, "Sore shoulder." Robin wasn't about to tell anyone that his dad had pushed him so hard that his shoulder had collided with a door frame. He'd barely been able to move his arm for the rest of the night, though by morning it was ok if a little stiff. Cameron's parting pat had brought momentary pain, but it was already subsiding. "How'd you hurt it?" Cameron asked. "I was playing rugby yesterday," Robin answered. That was actually true, just not the answer to Cameron's question. "Right. I better run." "Bye." Cameron hadn't even finished crossing the room when: "Hey, Robin, why don't you can join us?" Ben suggested from his homework group across the room. Cameron just smiled. There was no-one in the corridor on the first floor; most students had better things to do with their time than to hang around school after the bell had gone. Actually, so did most teachers. The English department was in the corridor perpendicular to the library entrance - Vincent's room was near the near the end of the corridor; Cameron checked the coast was clear in all directions before turning the handle and sliding into the room. Cameron closed the door and then turned the tumbler to lock it behind him. Vincent looked up as Cameron entered, even though he had been expecting the boy he still got a start when he came in. Although his day had started with an unexpected reminder of his past, the melancholy was all but banished by the promise of impending intimacy. Cameron took the extra precaution of dragging the nearest desk in front of the door and then looked towards the teacher. While Cameron made the room secure, Vincent was thinking about his bus journey that morning. It had distracted him all day and now he was looking forward to being distracted from his distraction. It bothered Vincent how all-consuming the past could be - loves lost were sometimes too hard to bear. A selfish part of Vincent wished he could forget, but he wouldn't... not ever. Vincent pushed aside the melancholy and thought about how good his day was about to get. Vincent had watched Cameron's sneaky entrance and his safety measures and was glad the schoolboy appreciated the risk involved in what they had planned. The fact they were on the first rather than ground floor was reassuring - at least on-one could see them by looking in the window. The window in the door was entirely obscured by a poster listing the careers that English was important for. "Ok, Mr Wilson. Strip." Cameron just loved saying that word. He just loved every opportunity to take control and make Mr Wilson obey his commands. A smile crossed Mr Wilson's face and Cameron could tell the word had excited him as well. As dominant and submissive partners, they didn't have a safety word as such; it was agreed that if at any time either person was uncomfortable, one should only say no or stop. Which in themselves were safety words, Cameron supposed. Mr Wilson unfastened his belt and pulled it out of the waist of his trousers; then he unbuttoned them and pulled down his zipper. Mr Wilson loosened his tie and left the ends loose around his neck while unbuttoning his shirt from neck to bottom. "Oh, Mr Wilson. I can see your nipples," said Cameron from across the room. Cameron took a few steps closer to watch Mr Wilson slip his shirt off his shoulders and drop to the floor. Mr Wilson propped his bum on the edge of his desk and then flicked his shoes off, followed by his socks. Mr Wilson looked into Cameron's eyes as he placed his bare feet back on the floor and pushed his trousers down; he freed his feet and stood only in his tight hipster style boxer shorts. Cameron took a seat in one of the front row desks and raised his hand. "Yes, Cameron?" "Sir, I have a question about Waiting for Godot," teased Cameron. "Ah, yes. Beckett. Shall I go over act one again?" Mr Wilson asked, playing along with the game. Waiting for Godot really was on the reading list for the Advanced higher English course, which tickled them both all the more. "Mr Wilson, I think I would understand better if you took those off," Cameron said as he indicated Mr Wilson's underwear. "And then kick all of your clothes behind your desk." "Out of sight, out of mind?" asked Mr Wilson. Again, they were both equally excited - this time by the possibilities of exhibitionism in the classroom. Mr Wilson complied by first hooking his thumbs into his boxers and pushing them down until they hit his ankles, then he lifted his feet one by one to release them. Mr Wilson used his foot to slide all his clothes behind his desk and out of view of the most attentive boy in the class. "Sir, maybe you could write a quotation on the board for me to think about?" Cameron suggested. Mr Wilson grinned and turned towards the board; Cameron grinned and licked his lips at the sight of Mr Wilson's great bare ass. Mr Wilson took less than a minute to write four lines: Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection! Estragon: (highly excited) An erection! Vladimir: With all that follows. Mr Wilson turned back to face Cameron and was sporting a semi, "Shall we discuss what the author meant by these lines?" "Oh, sir. Maybe you should come closer. You should look over my shoulder and check my work," said Cameron. Standing at the front of the room, naked, Mr Wilson looked just like Cameron remembered him from a dream he'd had right after their first encounter in Doctor Darrow's office. It was dream come true to have a naked teacher come towards him, then Mr Wilson stood next to the boy - so close he could smell the musk of a day's work on his skin. "Mr Wilson, would you read the second line to me? I can't quite make out what you've written," Cameron teased, tilting his head up look at Mr Wilson with a facsimile of innocence. Mr Wilson replied, "Hmm. It'd give us an erection." Cameron swept his right arm behind Mr Wilson and then gently, subtly, put his hand on Mr Wilson's bum. He gently cupped Mr Wilson's buttock and tilted his head back down to look at Mr Wilson's fattening cock. "Say the line again, sir," Cameron commanded. "Hmmm... It would give us an erection." Cameron's hand travelled to the front and cupped Mr Wilson's balls, he pinched the underside of the penis and eased back Mr Wilson's foreskin until it exposed the glans. Mr Wilson's mushroom head was delighted and showed it by dribbling more pre-cum than Cameron had ever seen. Loaded with seminal fluid, it dribbled onto the floor to make a little pool on the floor. "Fuck," Cameron said delightedly. "That's enough young man, I won't have that kind of language in my classroom," Mr Wilson warned. Cameron's eyes shot up again. He just loved the way each was able to remind the other of their responsibilities; Cameron was the schoolboy and Mr Wilson was the responsible teacher being yanked off by the teenager. "I've never seen that much fluid before," Cameron said. "I've been thinking about you all day. I've been exited so long my balls hurt," Mr Wilson said seriously. "Seminal fluid content increases with prolonged arousal," Cameron stated. "Well, if you're going to teach biology..." said Cameron, who then stood up and kissed the man's lips. "An erection!" said Mr Wilson excitedly. Cameron guided Mr Wilson to his desk and swept clear a space big enough for Mr Wilson to sit on. Or lay down on. Cameron had come prepared and so pulled out a condom from his pocket and a few sachets of lube. Mr Wilson sat half perched on the edge of his desk, his penis protruding from his groin. He watched Cameron unzip his fly and discovered the boy must be without underwear because a flesh-coloured tumescence was instantly visible. "I took them off in the toilets earlier. Figured it would make things easier. And besides..." Cameron said as he stroked himself to full hardness. "Besides?" Mr Wilson asked. "It's fun going commando and I want you to see me in full school uniform while I fuck you," Cameron's voice dropped to a sultry whisper as the sentence progressed. It sounded nasty when he said it like that. Not nasty as in malicious, but nasty as in sexually filthy. Cameron took Mr Wilson's penis in his hand and gave it a few tugs, his other hand found itself on the man's chest, pressing him until Mr Wilson leant backwards. Mr Wilson braced himself with his hands on the desk and lifted himself up; Mr Wilson's bum landed at the edge table and when he leaned back his upper body found itself prone on his own desk. Cameron unwrapped and then pulled on the condom, which he lubricated with tight strokes up and down the shaft of his cock. Slippery fingers smeared the excess around Mr Wilson's anus, with one finger making little circles around the sensitive sphincter before pushing inside. Mr Wilson moaned and Cameron smiled with pleasure at the man's delight, "Can you spread your legs wider please, Mr Wilson?" Mr Wilson compiled, sliding his hand onto his inner thighs and opening up his asshole for invasion. "Thank you, sir." Mr Wilson looked up at Cameron when he finally felt the tip of a cock against his hole. Cameron was still dressed in his school uniform; minus the blazer, Cameron was attired in shirtsleeves that were still buttoned at the cuffs and school tie still knotted with his black school trousers blemished only by the (nearly) seven inch penis protruding from it. Cameron pushed his dick into Mr Wilson and they both held their breaths as new sensations rode inside them. Cameron pulled back and then eased in again and took up a rhythm that was punctuated occasionally with his pelvis hitting Mr Wilson's firm buttocks. Until now Mr Wilson's legs were spread but still dangling over the edge of the table, when Cameron pulled out all the way Mr Wilson took the opportunity to slide his hands around the outside of his thigh and then under to grasp behind the knees. He pulled his legs up, his knees almost as his ears, and Cameron's powerful ploughs became all the more potent. "Say something nice, Mr Wilson," implored Cameron. Mr Wilson had to concentrate past the breathlessness and the prostatic stimulation and the pre-cum dribbling from his untouched hard-on. "You have very nice handwriting," Mr Wilson said. Cameron laughed and the resulting contraction of the core abdominal muscle sent pulses though his groin making feel like his cock was vibrating as he pushed in again. "Also, Cameron... I think your writing style is excellent," Mr Wilson said. "And? Anything else, Mr Wilson?" Cameron asked breathlessly. "And your coursework in my class this year has been exemplary," Mr Wilson complimented. Everything he was saying was true but the perversion of their relationship was underlined by this kind of talk. Fucking your naked teacher while in school uniform and he talks about your school work? Fuck, Cameron was so turned on he was going to shoot in less than a minute. "Mr Wilson, I'm planning to apply for medicine... what grade do you think I can get in your class?" Cameron asked. Cameron was not asking for a good grade in exchange for sex, he wanted a good grade because he studied hard and deserved it. Mr Wilson knew this. Cameron's question was all part of their scenario and all part of Cameron's mind game to remind Mr Wilson of his place. Mr Wilson looked at the seventeen year old in his school uniform, brow damp with sweat and cock pushing inside him and sealed the sight into his memory before answering. "You're a grade A fucking student," Mr Wilson punned. That did it! Cameron shot his cock while still inside his teacher, who was naked and splayed on his desk. Cameron waited until he was sure he was done cumming before carefully pulling out. His balls were sensitive after discharging a big load so it was with care that he removed the condom, knotted it and then dropped it on the desk near Mr Wilson's shoulder. Mr Wilson looked at the warm deposit and then back at the teenager, who leaned over him and started to jack his cock. Mr Wilson's head was dribbling and sensitive and he could already feel his balls churning so bad they hurt. He hadn't been lying earlier when he had told Cameron he had been hard most of the day just thinking about this moment. It was but a moment later that Mr Wilson's cock shot a hot, fast bust of cum straight over his shoulder and hitting the whiteboard behind him. Cameron was delighted and impressed with the force of it and aimed his teacher's cock at his face and then chest for the subsequent spurts. "Wow. I've never seen so much cum," Cameron said impressed. "Thanks," Mr Wilson replied; taking the intended compliment seriously. "Maybe you can teach me how to shoot like that someday," Cameron suggested. "Only if you're a good boy," Mr Wilson said. Mr Wilson's balls were happy to finally shoot but still sore. He was literally drenched in his own cum - Cameron was right to be impressed by the size of the load. Cameron scooped some of it onto his fingers and then pushed them towards Vincent. "Taste this, Mr Wilson," Cameron said. Vincent sucked the cum off of Cameron's fingers. "Mmm, did you enjoy that, sir?" "Yes, Cameron." "Good." Cameron stepped back and surveyed the man before him. Naked, sweating and drenched in cum - exactly the way a teacher should be. "Stand up Mr Wilson," said Cameron, who was slipping his cock back inside his school trousers. Mr Wilson stood up on jelly legs and felt his own cum dribbling down his chest onto his thighs and down his legs and onto his feet. Drops found themselves leaking to the floor into little blobs. Cameron took his seat at one of the desks in the front row and for a moment just watched the man. "Go back to the whiteboard, Mr Wilson," Cameron eventually said. The teacher obeyed. "Rub out the quotation you wrote up earlier," Cameron demanded. Mr Wilson turned around to display his ass and lifted the wiper to obey when he heard Cameron add: "You know how to rub one out, don't you sir?" They both laughed at the double entendre and the Beckett quote was erased in a few sweeps. "Face me again with your hands behind you back, Mr Wilson," Cameron said coolly. Mr Wilson faced the boy again and clasped his hands at his sacrum. "Behind your head, Mr Wilson," Cameron said sharply. Mr Wilson amended his position so his pits were exposed as much as his chubby cock. "Do you know what I see?" Cameron asked. "No, Cameron. What do you see?" Vincent asked. "I see a man. A respected man. A teacher," Cameron said as his eyes deliberately wandered over the exposed body. "I see a teacher in his own classroom covered in his own cum. I see a teacher who's just been fucked by a teenager..." Vincent's eyes dropped to the floor. This relationship was all about Vincent's submission to Cameron - and Cameron's domination over Vincent. Cameron's post-coital reminders were all about this excretion of power. It could so easily have been a threat, but Vincent knew better. The humiliation was just another layer of their role play. Domination didn't have to be about calling someone a slut or a fag (Mr Wilson felt it was extremely unhelpful for gay people to use gay-hating words, but to each their own when it came to verbal humiliation) it could be about demeaning someone with their own knowledge. Cameron was not saying he was a filthy pupil-fucking teacher... well, he was... but he wasn't saying it to hurt or threaten Vincent. He was saying it as part of their sexual roles. Being humiliated by his words was as much a turn on as fucking or being fucked. "A respectable teacher fucked by a teenage boy. I see a man eight years older than me with spunk on his feet. Your pits are exposed and your ass stretched by boy-cock. I see a man who will have to stand in this classroom for the rest of the week and remember how a seventeen year old student had sex with him on his own desk," Cameron continued. Mr Wilson raised his eyes, unashamed, and started to smile - a slip in character, but Cameron didn't mind. "You were totally naked while a school boy in his uniform pushed his cock inside you... And you loved every minute of it, didn't you?" Cameron asked rhetorically; "So when you're teaching your next class, when your next teaching me... remember how we did this and how badly you wanted it." "Yes, Cameron," Vincent said quietly. "You can get dressed now," Cameron told him. Mr Wilson's cum was only half dry and stuck to his skin and his shirt as he pulled it on. His underwear and trousers followed and soon he was halfway presentable again. Cameron stepped close and kissed Vincent's lips gently. They closed their eyes as the kiss continued and tongues did not enter mouths but rather licked lovingly at the others lips. "Did you like it? I didn't go too far?" Cameron asked by way of aftercare. "It was great," Mr Wilson replied. "I need to get going," Cameron said with a little sigh. "I know." Cameron crossed the room and pulled the desk away from the classroom door, then unlocked it. "See you tomorrow," Cameron said. Cameron peeked out into the corridor and he smiled back at Vincent to let him know there was no-one to notice him leaving. "Bye, Cameron." FRIDAY 14TH DECEMBER 2018 "I understand you're teaching my son to take his clothes off?" Mr Aziz said as he emerged like a shadow detaching from the dark. Robin had a small space in which to change when he arrived for work; a small space in which to respite or retire after taking off his clothes on stage; a small space in which Robin became a Teen Titan, or vice versa. "Oh... yes... should I have asked if it was ok?" Robin replied. "Do you imagine much goes on here that I don't know about?" Mr Aziz replied. Robin shrugged. Robin and Mr Aziz - Adam Mansouri's dad - did not talk every week but there was a common theme. They always ended up talking about Adam. "Adam is trying harder to be himself, at school I mean. He's trying really hard to... well, not necessarily be nice but he's trying not to be...." Robin searched for the right word. "A little bastard?" Mr Aziz finished with a hint of affection in his voice. Mr Aziz' description of his own son was so honest and effacing, that Robin was shocked by the frankness. "You said it, not me," Robin said wryly. "I wanted to ask you something about the last time we spoke about Adam. You said, there's no such thing as a long time ago... do you remember saying that?" Mr Aziz asked. "Yes." "I've been thinking about it ever since you said it. There's no reason why you should know that phrase. It something his mother and I used to say to each other," Mr Aziz said thoughtfully; "It's a family adage, in a way. It's personal... he wouldn't tell just anybody that phrase. He's never even told his best friend. I am amazed he told you about it," Mr Aziz said. "Are you mad at him for sharing that with me?" Robin asked quietly. "Not too mad," the man admitted with a smile. "Adam acts like the moment he saw me... Teen Titan, I mean... that he... felt a certain way," Robin said - underselling the end of the sentence. "You don't believe in love at first sight?" Mr Aziz asked. "I don't know," confessed Robin. "So you're teaching my son to take his clothes off?" Mr Aziz repeated. He had obviously wanted to ask about "there's no such thing as a long time ago" and seemed satisfied with the answer. Adam had shared it with Teen Titan because of an innate depth of feeling. "Yea... he asked me to... he's been acting a little oddly lately," Robin admitted. "Hmm, I had noticed. Less bad tempered, more amiable and has he stopped being cruel to you?" Mr Aziz asked. "A bit. I got some bad news recently," Robin said cagily - he really did not want to talk about his shiftless absentee mother. "He actually tried to... comfort me. I think." Mr Aziz chuckled serenely with a warm smile that reached the eyes. "Well, you are a very nice boy," Mr Aziz complimented. Robin blushed and smiled serenely. "Something odd is going on with Adam. If he confides in you I would appreciate... if it doesn't betray his trust... that you let me know. He might not tell me things that I need to know," Mr Aziz suggested. There was an edge in Mr Aziz' voice and Robin was reminded that he was a business man in a business that must require a ruthless streak every now and then. Robin wouldn't want to be the person facing that ruthless streak. He hoped there was nothing drastic affecting Adam - for Adam's sake and the sake of whomever would face Mr Aziz' wrath. "Ok," Robin agreed. "And if there's ever anything that you need to confide... If you ever need more than comfort..." Mr Aziz held back on saying anything more. There was that edge again, this time reaching the eyes, and Robin wondered how much the man knew - or at least suspected - about Robin's family circumstances. Indeed, Robin wondered what the shrewd man would do if Robin did confide his problems. "If you need me, you only need to ask," Mr Aziz emphasised. "Thanks," Robin replied. "You really are magnanimous, aren't you?" Robin asked. "I care about you, Robin. I think Adam cares about you more than you know... more than he knows, even," Mr Aziz said. "Ok. Ok," Robin said sharply, suddenly overwhelmed. He didn't want to hear more - his own feelings were confusing enough. "Alright, Robin. I think I've taken up enough of your time. By the way, I won't be allowing my son on a stage here any time soon..." said Mr Aziz. "Or any time at all, actually. By all means teach him everything you know, but what happens in the parlour stays the parlour." Adam had asked Teen Titan to teach him to strip in the hope of training himself to be less perturbed by the machinations of Mr Anonymous. As much as Adam wanted to learn to be more like Teen Titan, whom he idolised, he had also wanted to have sex. Or least some humping, was that too much to ask? After having sex last week, Teen Titan had agreed to teach Adam and had gotten things started by preparing Adam for the ordeal of nudity - training him not to get immediately aroused. Teen Titan got hard on stage but that was part of the performance. It took discipline to be naked in front of a braying crowd and not pop an instant boner. Adam had gone home relatively content and mentally armed for anything Micah could think of. Adam had spent the entire school week anticipating a text message from his apparent nemesis - the sight of Micah still made Adam cold but nothing bad had happened. By the end of school on Friday afternoon, Adam was ready and eager for another night with Teen Titan who had planned the next stage in Adam's development... "An audience? No. I didn't agree to that," Adam said with slight panic. Mr Aziz had already made quite clear that that was not going to happen but Robin knew what he was doing. "Just an audience of three. Me, Clyde and Toulouse," Teen Titan said. He had teased Adam with the audience comment just for a giggle but he could Adam had been genuinely unsettled by the idea. Adam relaxed as soon as Teen Titan clarified. "That was mean. You nearly gave me a heart attack," said Adam. "For whatever reason..." Teen Titan started to say. As Robin, he was extremely curious to know what the reason was but he just couldn't ask - at least not yet. "...You want to learn to get naked and be more comfortable with it. The first thing to remember is you have a great body. People are envious of it, people are jealous of it, people want to look at it. So don't be ashamed of it. Use the lust and envy people will have for you to galvanise your confidence instead of letting your confidence be knocked by the fact they're looking." Adam hadn't really thought about it like that before. "Is that what you do? Do you take the confidence you have in here back outside with you?" asked Adam. Teen Titan seemed to smile grimly. Robin doubted he had any confidence in the real world. "It's a work in progress," Teen Titan replied. Adam didn't have much time to think about it because Toulouse and Clyde - two performers with whom Adam used to have intimate and frequent meetings in the parlour - entered and grinned at him. It had been months since he had been in the parlour with them and seeing them in the plush room reminded him of the times he had sucked or been sucked, fucked or been fucked by both of them. Now he only had eyes for one person. "Long time no see, Adam," said Clyde. "So," said Toulouse, "Let's see what you got." Adam was invited to stand on a small stage erected at the opposite end of the room from where the bed was waiting, Adam hoped, for use later. He faced Teen Titan, Toulouse and Clyde and concentrated on what Teen Titan had told him. Last week, Adam had been told to remove his clothes one piece at a time; he'd just put them back on after having sex with Teen Titan but he'd found the masked man's attention very erotic. Teen Titan suggested that if Adam found himself getting aroused, he should slow down or dance for a moment to distract the audience from the lack of disrobing and oneself from sexual excitement. Teen Titan recommended that Adam would become more confident within himself by learning not to be neither ashamed nor to be over-confident. Learning from last week, Adam was dressed in loser-fitting clothes. It was obvious when you think about it - skinny jeans (or skinny shorts) look great but have you ever tried to strip tease with skinny jeans? Can't be done. Not without falling over or hopping on one foot or generally looking silly. That is unless the tight trousers have Velcro so they can be simply disassembled. Adam didn't have Velcro trousers. Adam was dressed in tight but stretchy t-shirt that could be pulled off in a quick motion and denim shorts - much like the one's he had worn last week but shorter and a size bigger than his norm so they would be easier to extract. Music played as Adam stripped to a posing pouch and his audience of three clapped, hooted and cheered accordingly. Adam's confidence was buoyed by the fact the pouch was not completely filled by his erection. There are four stages to male arousal - firmness (lengthening), swelling, hardness and heat; Adam was working on stage two. He was semi-hard, sure but not raging-boner hard. Although he was having fun experimenting with the vocation of men he admired, Adam reminded himself that this was training. Adam wanted to retake some control from Mr Anonymous. Micah could make him work at Gymno-Mania and he could make him suck cock or strip naked... but Adam had learned to exert control over his arousal, in doing so he had an influence over Micah's manipulation. Adam twerked his bare ass at the three spectators and stood tall, his back still to the group as he pulled the strings to release his only remaining item of clothing. The posing pouch fell away and Adam turned to see the look on their faces. Adam liked the appreciative looks as the three performers checked out his bare ass which was sweet and brown like Demerara sugar. Adam swayed his hips as he slowly turned to show his penis to the group as well. Of the three performers, only Teen Titan wore a mask but it was his eyes that Adam sought. Teen Titan's eyes were seeking the succulent testicles and thickened penis; Adam's thighs were almost hairless and even from a distance they were so silky in appearance that Robin fought the urge to caress them tantalisingly. "Great job, Adam. You could join us on stage any time," said Toulouse. The attention of Teen Titan and Adam returned at the sound of the Frenchman's voice. "I don't think his dad... Mr Aziz... would let that happen," Clyde pointed out. "No, he wouldn't... but thanks for the compliment," Adam replied. Despite being totally naked - and the other men still fully clothed - Adam felt quite comfortable in his own skin; funny how it wasn't the same feeling in Gymno-Mania or a school classroom. "Why were you in need of a complement? Why are you even doing this?" Toulouse asked pleasantly. In the corner of his eye he saw Teen Titan perk up at this question - Robin very much wanted to know too. Adam shrugged because he knew these men might tell his dad. In fact Mr Aziz might be listening in... he liked to think his dad did not personally watch what he got up to in the parlour (he didn't, by the way). However, Mr Little or Mr Big might - they were responsible for the safety of performers and Mr Aziz and Adam - and they would be sure to keep Mr Aziz apprised of any developments in the parlour. "I guess it's because I'm still not out at school..." Adam replied plausibly; "I can't do that. But I can be more myself in here. And in here I want to be sexy and confident like you guys. And maybe one day I can be sexy and confident outside too." There was no lie in his response - it was all true too, he just neglected to mention the other reason. Y'know, the abject blackmail, physical domination and mental control. "Is that the only reason?" Toulouse said with a grin. His sexy French accent sounded amused. Toulouse's eyes betrayed him as they slid towards the still-silent Teen Titan and at this moment Clyde stood up. "I'll put on another song. One more before we have to go," Clyde said with a wink to Toulouse. A new song began and when the words came Adam looked quizzically at Toulouse and Clyde - it seemed like such an unlikely musical choice. Surely there was a reason for this particular song? "I'm the king of the swingers oh, the jungle VIP, I've reached the top..." Adam played along, swing his hips on stage and dancing, lifting his arms so his pits were exposed and then turning around so he could grip his bare ass cheeks. "Why did you choose this song?" Adam asked, looking over his shoulder at Teen Titan's entourage. They look at Teen Titan and - even with his face hidden behind a mask - it was obvious he was wondering the same thing. "Oh, I just like the refrain," Clyde replied in his Glasgow assent that made him sound a little amused. "I wanna be like you, I wanna walk like you, talk like you, you'll see its true..." "Very funny," Adam responded. As Adam turned to face the men again, he continued to sway so his cock swung between his legs. Toulouse and Clyde chuckled amongst themselves, clearly thinking that imitation was the sincerest form of flattery and Adam's imitation of Teen Titan was adorable. "I've missed you, Adam," Toulouse confessed. "Any time you get tired of the younger model here, you just let me know." Toulouse had tilted his head towards Teen Titan who, despite being tall and physically mature, was obviously five years younger than the black Frenchman. Toulouse knew this but Adam wasn't to know Teen Titan was actually his sixteen year old classmate. Toulouse and Clyde departed shortly thereafter, with Adam still naked and proud of himself for having stripped for (albeit a small) audience. A venue like the private parlours in his dad's nightclub was a world of difference from being naked in the real world, but it was a start. Adam had been watching Toulouse and Clyde leave and so was surprised when he looked back at Teen Titan and found the man was now totally naked. Adam had been hoping for this - his feelings for Teen Titan were complicated but the physical attraction was easy enough to understand. Since the first time they'd had sex, Adam had been eager for more but for Teen Titan there was, despite his enthusiastic nudity, some reservation. A part of Teen Titan still wanted Adam to know who he was - but Robin had tried to tell Adam once before. It concerned Robin that when Adam did find out he would feel foolish and betrayed; that Robin had tricked him or kept his identity a secret as a way of silently mocking him. That wasn't true and Robin just had to hope Adam would understand some day. Teen Titan had wanted Adam to want him for who he was both with the mask and beneath it. Adam wasn't ready for that yet and now the moment had passed. Teen Titan valued his secret and as much as he had wanted Adam to know who he really was - his desire to keep the secret now outweighed the desire to reveal it. Tonight, Teen Titan desired compassion: love-making rather than fucking. Thus he took Adam's hand and led him to the bed while whispering; "Come with me." Adam followed, holding hands with Teen Titan. When they reached the bed, Adam spun under Teen Titan's arm like a pirouette. With three quick steps like a pas de bourree, Adam reached the bed and sat on the edge and then shuffled up until he was near the top of the bed. "If you don't want to do this..." Teen Titan said. "Oh, I do. Come and get me," Adam responded, pressing a hand between his legs prepare his hole by teasing it with a finger. Teen Titan rolled on protection (conveniently placed in every parlour) and knelt on the bed beside Adam and then shuffled closer on his knees while stroking his erection through the feather-thin condom. Adam's eyes were big and bright as he looked at Teen Titan's blue eyes and he wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. Adam slowly looked away and turned on his side, bring his knees to his chest and proffering his anus to Teen Titan. Teen Titan lay beside Adam, veritably spooning the other teenager. Adam felt Teen Titan's eight inch cock press against his hole and he breathed slowly as it eased in. Adam and Teen Titan shared the sensation of pleasure as they slowly made love - rather than fucking - for the first time. Adam tightened his sphincter against the fat and firm pole of Teen Titan's cock. Teen Titan's penis was very much in stage four of arousal - stiff and very hot. Teen Titan's testicles were drawn close to his body inside a tight scrotum, ready for the release of sexual energy. Teen Titan slowed down, relaxed and pushed more gently; keeping himself hard and erect and edging away from the explosive fourth stage of arousal. Adam wriggled around, humping Teen Titan as his lover pushed his cock inside. Adam reached behind himself, timing it for a push in by Teen Titan, and laid his hand on Teen Titan's bare hip. Then Adam slid his hand across the smooth white skin, gripping Teen titan's buttock and refusing to let him pull out. The intimacy of Teen Titan inside him, made Adam's heart beat faster; he loved the feel of Teen Titan's naked chest against his own bare back. At his sacrum, Adam could feel the wiry pubes above Teen Titan's penis. Teen Titan slid a leg between Adam's legs and they lay entwined, Teen Titan's penis still inside him, in beautiful embrace. When movement began again, Teen Titan reached around to grab Adam's dick and stroke it to erection. Teen Titan's fingers had enough lube left to smear the head of Adam's cock until it was slippery and sensitive. Teen Titan's cock reached ejaculation and the warm spill soon filled the condom with a satisfying deposit. He pulled out with care and turned Adam over to help him reach his own climax - Teen Titan's grip was gentle, as their love-making had been, but expert and he came across his chest. They lay together, cuddling and caressing bare skin until they fell asleep. A few hours later, Teen Titan was the first to waken. He watched Adam and felt itching at the thought of taking his mask off. But he couldn't, could he? Teen Titan had wanted to tell Adam who he was but Adam hadn't wanted to know and the moment had passed. But Robin was happy sleeping besides Adam - months ago when they had first met in The Fourth, it had seemed impossible that he might feel like this. It had seemed more impossible because Adam was such an intolerable douche bag at school - but Adam was changing and now they were in bed together... cuddling. Adam opened his eyes and was aware of Teen Titan behind him. Their warm bodies were pressed together and, although flaccid (more or less), Teen Titan's penis was floppy against his sacrum. Adam felt quite contented and laid in Teen Titan's arms for a while before looking over his shoulder at him. They both grinned at the same time. "Hi." "Hi." They both grinned again and Robin felt a stab of guilt at keeping his secret identity. Would Adam feel the same way if he knew how was under the mask? Or would he think Robin was a terrible person? "Adam," whispered Teen Titan. "Hmm?" Adam replied contentedly. "There's something I need to know," Teen Titan prefaced. "I'm a Leo... or is it Virgo?" Adam joked. "No. Not that," Teen Titan replied with a chuckle. "You mean a lot to me," he said. "You mean a lot to me too," Adam said. "But I'm worried... what if... what if I wasn't a good person?" he asked. "I think you are. I trust you," Adam responded confidently. "What if I was a liar? Or a cheat? Or a criminal?" Teen Titan asked. "Are you?" "What if I was?" "You're not a bad person," Adam insisted. "I'm not a very good person but I believe you are." "I believe you're trying to be..." Teen Titan reassured him; "And I think that's what counts." "Maybe." Robin sighed. "What if I was someone you hated?" Teen Titan asked at last. Adam looked into Teen Titan's eyes again but recognised nothing but the masked man he had fallen for in the last few months. "Oh, god... you're Piers Morgan, aren't you?" Adam joked dismissively. Teen Titan laughed very softly. "No," Teen Titan replied. "Trump?" Adam tried again. "Do I look like an ugly fat-ass?" Teen Titan replied. Adam laughed very softly. "I don't hate you. Whoever you are... I don't hate you... I couldn't hate you," Adam admitted. There was something unacknowledged about the potency of their respective feelings; the "L" word was close to being said but neither of them was articulate enough to name their feelings as such. "I don't want you to be disappointed in me," Teen Titan whispered. "Maybe it would be better if..." Teen Titan was about to suggest they didn't see each other anymore and Adam couldn't let him do that. "You've made yourself essential to me," Adam interrupted. "I'm trying to be a better person... I think I might even be succeeding... because of you. You've given me something else to... to be. And I'm trying to be that person. I'm trying to be who I really am. So don't give up on me. Ok?" Teen Titan was silent, his eyes closed in happy resignation. "Ok?" Adam repeated. "Yes. Ok," Teen Titan replied. Nifty is free because of visitor donations so if you love these stories please help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks for all the awesome emails and comments I've received so far; if you've enjoyed Do As You're Told, and haven't been in touch, feel free to say something nice. 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