Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2018 19:32:38 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Sixteen Do As You're Told Chapter Sixteen: A Long Time Ago 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 21ST DECEMBER 2018 Winter mornings were inaugurated by the fleet of gritters keeping Scotland's roads free of ice: Gritty Gritty Bang Bang, Sir Andy Flurry and Sir Salter Scott to name a few. On the last day of school before the Christmas holidays, the teachers were more relaxed than usual and the students really didn't give a shit. The school would close at lunchtime, the noise between classes was like a Scottish football match (a really rowdy one like the Old Firm) and the classes themselves were hardly worth turning up for (also like the Old Firm). Rhys Jones was feeling relaxed as he sat in his empty classroom and waited for his first class of the day; to pass the time, he re-watched the video clip Micah had sent him the night before. Rhys had been very impressed by the video of Adam at Gymno-Mania. He felt no sexual excitement (well, maybe a little) watching the naked seventeen year old - he wasn't doing this because he coveted a teenage lover. Adam's humiliations were more important than that; Rhys' repository of degradation against Adam was building nicely so everything was going according to plan. When Micah sent the video clip, he also told Rhys that Adam had asked; "Are you really Mr Anonymous?" It was inevitable that Adam would eventually begin to realise Micah had not organised things so Rhys was not unduly concerned; both boys could ask as much as they liked, he had no intention of explaining himself to them. Micah was a trickier problem than Adam, Rhys thought him more likely to identify him eventually and what would Rhys do then? He had not settled on a definitive course of action. For now he liked being enigmatic and Mr Anonymous was an alias that rather appealed to Rhys - anonymous (Mr Anonymous) to Adam and a mystery (MrEe) to Micah. While waiting for his first class to arrive, Rhys re-watched the video clip... It started with Adam dropping his shorts and stepping out of them; now naked except for his trainers, the twinky lad behind him spotted the butt plug, another commented on the raging boner and another asked Adam to jerk it. Adam's hand appeared to slip across the shaft that was wet slick by Adam's exit from the steam room. There were numerous strangers in the locker room watching Adam and if he was embarrassed by the audience the blush to his already flushed skin. Rhys heard Micah's voice; "Are you close?" "Yes," Adam answered. Rhys heard Micah again; "Stop stroking." Rhys felt himself get excited; the scenario and Adam's compliance yet discomfort and the mortifying nature of masturbating in front of strangers ticked many boxes for Rhys. Adam bucked and thrust against the frictionless air - Rhys watched, knowing that it was the result of Micah playing with the settings of the vibrating butt plug. Since he enjoyed prostate massage himself, Rhys knew Adam was headed for a hands-free orgasm. Although he did not manipulate the teenage for his own sexual self-gratification, it was gratifying to watch the release of cum shooting across the locker room. Rhys watched Micah remove the vibrating butt plug and Adam stepped back into his shorts but nothing else... Rhys had planned one more humiliation for Adam before the Christmas holidays began today but needed Micah to facilitate things - that was the whole point of recruiting the lad, so Micah could do the face-to-face work where he was unable. As pleased as Rhys had been with the video clip Micah had sent, he was less pleased to discover his arrangements for a final indignity for Adam had been thwarted by Micah skipping the last day of school. However, Christmas cheer must have reached Rhys' bones because he found he was not unduly perturbed, though he did wonder what Micah was doing to cause him to skip his lessons... MEANWHILE Micah was at home, sitting at his computer. He was topless and his boxers were around his ankles, his dick was hard and he was having an early morning tug. MrEe had complimented the job well done on the clip of Adam cumming with the vibrating but plug up his ass. MrEe - Adam called him Mr Anonymous but the manipulative stranger would always be Mystery to Micah - had wanted him to facilitate another humiliation but Micah had already decided to skip the last day of school. It wasn't that the teenager had better things to do (other than an early morning wank and meeting his friends Jordi, Evan and Oliver later) he just couldn't be bothered turning up. There would be plenty of other opportunities to mess with Adam. Micah was distracted by many sources of penile stimulation - the video of Adam masturbating last night, the shit-ton (a shit-ton is equivalent to 24 metric ass-loads or 1/10th of a fuck-ton) of images on his computer and a Nifty story in a pear tree. He used to follow dozens of adult Tumblr pages but Tumblr decided to alienate its user base (the worst decision since America decided to elect Trump) and Micah was still looking for a comparable replacement. Micah was reading an old Nifty story about two straight boys doing a photo shoot that involved increasing nudity, arousal and simulating sex acts that became actually participating in oral and anal sex. The straight-boys-do-gay-stuff genre was one of Micah's favourites. Micah stopped the video of Adam and switched the Nifty story and imagined Adam and his best friend Arthur. He had seen both naked in the school showers and seen Adam intimately naked up close but pure imagination brought Arthur to life - tall, broad, handsome, chiselled physique and charming - and in the process Micah's cock lubricated itself with a dribble of pre-cum. Micah knew Adam wasn't straight and as far as he knew Arthur wasn't gay but imagination wasn't dependent or reality. Imagining both boys were straight and messing around was a big turn on. Micah slipped his bare feet out of his boxers and was free of all clothes; it was just him, his hard-on and his computer. Micah didn't even find a towel or tissues for cleaning up the inevitable orgasm - he wanted to be messy today. Micah's favourite scene in the story was when it tipped from homo-erotic to just plain homo. Pre-cum is dribbling from one of the character's cock's and they discuss how to clean it up: a cloth (it's dirty), a Kleenex (bits will stick to his knob), and the solution presented itself with the line "for fuck's sake just like it will you?" Micah closed his eyes as he imagined Adam naked and hard with Arthur (also naked and hard); Micah breathed faster as Arthur bemoaned his dribbling cock and Adam was persuaded to lick the pre-cum. It would be Adam on his knees, wouldn't it? Adam was a born bottom, it was where Micah liked him and where Adam belonged. Arthur closed his eyes as Adam licked his cock and Micah felt his own seed ready to release. He knew he wouldn't get to the end of the story but he had all day to return to it so he let the orgasm come as he imagined straight boys getting gay and enjoying it too. Micah's cum shot warm and wet over his abdomen, dribbling into his pubes and pooling in his belly button. He pumped his dick for ten more seconds, with the ejaculate spilling over his hand, and then stopped. Micah was hot and bothered as he wiped his hand on his own chest while the euphoria subsided. The spunk was sticky and wet and when Micah sat up straight it trickled down to clog up his pubic hair even more. He picked up his used boxers and gave his body a half-arsed wipe with the sweaty underwear. Sated, Micah headed for a shower. Micah wondered what MrEe had planned next for Adam and what part he would play. He thought it likely that Adam would have a Christmas reprieve but what would happen after that? All of Micah's attention was on Adam's downfall at the behest of an anonymous man that he forgot Adam was a real person with reasons for being who he was but what were reasons? Was it a good reason? Would any reason ever be good enough to justify his former bullying? LATER The last day of school before the Christmas holidays had been rather surreal; a mixture of fun and games and half-arsed lessons with occasional bouts of panic about the impending prelim exams in the New Year. None of this captured Robin's attention because he was distracted by the plans he'd made with Adam. Robin was used to talking to Adam at The Fourth - protected by the anonymity of his Teen Titan mask - but talking in the real world was an unsettling prospect. Robin didn't know what to expect. His mood had alternated between happy, exited and filled with dread. The end of the day had rolled around without Robin having the opportunity to speak to Adam about their... appointment? Arrangement, that was a better word. Adam and Robin had an arrangement to meet and Robin wondered what Adam could possibly have to share. Cameron had missed an opportunity too - to speak to Vincent following the depressingly serious conversation the previous day. He had gone to the teacher's classroom - twice - and found it empty. Was Vincent avoiding him? He sent a text and prepared to go home instead. Given his distraction, Cameron had not anticipating Robin noticing and was off balance when quizzed. "Why so glum?" asked Robin as he and Cameron headed for the exit. "Nothing," Cameron replied reflexively. "That answer doesn't make sense. No reason or I'm fine or..." Robin said cheerfully. "Shut up," Cameron said amiably with a chuckle. "Why are you so... chipper?" "Chipper? What, are we living in the nineteenth century now?" Robin responded. Cameron went quiet but at least he was smiling now. Then the smile faded. "So... I don't want to tell you why I'm glum and you don't wanna say why you're chip... er, happy. Will we just leave it?" Cameron asked. "Yea, ok." The boys both laughed. In a way this was their first mutual admission that they were each keeping secrets. Cameron didn't want to explain that his secret boyfriend, who's also a teacher, had told him a really personal story and was now avoiding him. Or paranoia was telling him he was being avoided. And Robin, he didn't want to admit he was on his way to meet the bully who had been persecuting him for the last five-plus years; also, that he knew from his secret identity as a stripper that said bully was gay. Cameron exited the school gate but then Robin said he was going to hang back and talk to Ben; this wasn't actually true, but it did create an opening to mention something he hadn't told his best friend yet. "Oh, yea?" Cameron said with an exaggerated wink. "Ben kind of asked me out after you left the cafeteria yesterday," Robin said in a low voice so nobody could overhear. "What? That's great," Cameron said. Cameron enveloped his friend in a hug. "Oh, wait... did you say yes?" Cameron asked. "Yup." "That's great," Cameron repeated himself; "No wonder you're..." "Chipper?" Robin filled in the blank. "You're not funny, you know," Cameron said with beaming smile. Cameron said he'd text later and hang out tomorrow to celebrate the start of the Christmas holidays and get last minute shopping done. Once Cameron was out of view, Robin headed for the school car park. Robin really did have a date with Ben, but not just yet. First he had an arrangement with Adam Mansouri. "Listen, I know we had plans to hang out tonight but I'm meeting Kirsty so..." said Arthur. "Kirsty? Kirsty..." Adam replied but the name meant nothing to him. Arthur made the universal mime for "big tits" and Adam laughed before rolling his eyes and shaking his head with (mock) disapproval. "You don't like big tits, Adam?" asked Tomek. "I think you're alright," Adam shot back. Tomek gave him a gentle punch in reply. "Cheeky bastard," Tomek retorted. "Adam's more of an arse man, aren't you Adam?" Arthur suggested. If only Arthur knew, Adam thought to himself. Adam nodded mutely, "Ok. So, how about we catch up tomorrow?" "Sure thing, buddy," Arthur agreed. Arthur and the rest of the gang milled about and slowly dispersed while Adam made his way towards his car. Little time wasted by students as they evacuated the school for the Christmas holidays. School was out for the next fortnight and soon the school, the courtyard, the car park and even the street outside the school was already nearly empty. Good. Adam spotted Robin hovering next to his car. He hadn't been sure Robin even knew what his car looked like, but very few students drove and there was only one or two other cars nearby - the teachers had a separate area in which to park. Adam opened the car and invited Robin in. "I'm surprised you let me get in here. Aren't you afraid someone you know will see you with a loser like me?" Robin asked. The old Adam would have replied affirmatively but the new Adam replied placidly "I'm still trying hard here, maybe you could cut me some slack?" Adam said. The bully was being reasonable and Robin felt compelled to apologise - it was virtually a condition response in Robin. "Don't be sorry. Really. I deserve it," Adam replied as he pulled out onto the road and drove off. Adam felt a stab of guilt because Robin wasn't wrong in his observation. Deep down he was relieved that no-one he knew saw him Robin as a passenger. Except maybe Arthur. "So. Why did you want me to meet you?" asked Robin. "I've been thinking about your mum," Adam said after a slight pause. "Well, whatever turns you on," Robin replied unexpectedly. Adam laughed, the laughter becoming infectious so they both couldn't talk for a full minute. "You're funny," Adam said and meant it. Adam hadn't expected Robin to be funny. "Thanks," Robin accepted the compliment; "Why were you thinking about her?" "Because of what you said about... about not being able to find her anymore. About not seeing her for a long time," Adam said. Adam's voice had gotten quiet as if he were afraid they'd be overheard or saying it quieter would make it less terrible. "I'll never forget that day in Primary school when you told me and Cameron that she'd left," Adam continued, reminiscing about their childhood friendship; "When was that? Seven, eight years ago?" "A long time ago," Robin said bitterly. As Robin said this, he recalled the rejoinder Adam had used in the parlour of The Fourth: "There's no such thing as a long time ago." But that was a private phrase known only to Adam and his father. And Teen Titan, of course. Not even Arthur knew the phrase. Adam made no such rejoinder this time; instead he gave pause and concentrated on the road. "I'm sorry you've lost your mum..." Adam responded. After a pregnant pause he looked into Robin's eyes with a sheepish gaze; "There's something I want to show you." Fifteen minutes later they were pulling into the car park of a private hospital. {Medulla House} {Neurobehavioural Assessment and Long-Term Neuro-Spinal Injuries} "Why are we here?" Robin asked. "Lets' go inside," Adam said. Adam and Robin had to wait to be admitted via a secure door but it was obvious from the friendly exchange with the reception staff that Adam frequented the place often. Robin was none the wiser and worked hard to keep the frankly bewildered look off his face. "He's with me," Adam said by way of introduction and explanation. Robin found himself following an increasingly uncertain Adam, who stopped outside room 101. Robin wondered at the ominous significance of the number, recalling George Orwell's 1984: You asked me once what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world. This was Adam's last chance to change his mind, send Robin away and call him Bernadette when school started up again. Adam turned the handle and entered the room. Robin followed him into the bright room that smelled of fresh lilies and was warm but not too hot. The room was spacious with a double bed that was clearly adjustable. Facing the window was woman in a wheelchair. She looked young but unnaturally slight; pale skinned with straight blonde hair; her throat had a plug coming out of it and she was entirely motionless despite the intrusion. "Hi mum," Adam said. His voice sounded different in the stillness of the room. It was gentle. Adam crossed the room and kissed her forehead but she didn't move, he took her hand and knelt down beside her chair. "There's someone else here today. This is Robin... we," Adam looked over at Robin and clearly wondered how to introduce him; "We go to school together." Robin didn't know what to say or if he should even move. Adam's mother still did not move - her blank face was almost like porcelain from which lifeless ice blue eyes shone. Adam cleared his throat and began to explain... "Mum had a stroke. A big one. She eh... took a long time to get better after the first one. It took a half a year before she could walk again, but only with help. And she could talk but it was hard... she's had more strokes since then. She can't really walk anymore," Adam explained. Adam's language was very careful - whether for Robin's sake, his mothers or his own was unclear. "She's not been able to speak for years and her swallowing was compromised too..." Adam continued. Talking reminded him and to give himself a pause, Adam pulled a sort of plug from the tube in his mum's throat, rinsed it then replaced it. The plug made a little popping noise every now and then but that was the only noise Mrs Mansouri made. Robin still hadn't said anything and he was embarrassed that he couldn't work up the courage to... say, what? "Mum has a feeding tube directly into her stomach, she needs constant care that we couldn't do at home. She gets a lot of chest infections, especially in the winter. They take good care of her here... they take such good care." Adam complimented. Adam stoked his mothers face and fixed her hair and finally looked at Robin again. "I don't know what to say," Robin admitted. "I know. I don't tell people. The only friend who knows is Arthur. And my family obviously. Everyone else I know, I just kind of skirt around the question about my mum. Or I outright lie. How often do most people talk about their mum or dad anyway?" Adam asked rhetorically. Robin nodded in agreement; if he could avoid talking about his shiftless mum and bastard dad, he did. "We all have reasons for being who we are, remember? I figured - with your mum going away - you'd understand why I..." Adam's words failed him but the meaning had been perfectly clear. This explained a lot. It explained why Adam would actually be kind when he had heard about Robin's mum and it explained - to an extent - why he was such a dick at school. Robin knew the answer without asking - his mum's first stroke happened in the summer between primary school and high school. This was why Adam had stopped being friends with Robin and Cameron; this was why he had been so angry at the world. It wasn't an excuse, only an explanation. Robin thought about all the years of friendship they had lost because of Adam's pain. Robin knew the answer without asking - but he asked anyway: "When? When did this happen?" "A long time ago." "There's no such thing as a long time ago..." The words hung in the air. Robin knew the moment he'd said it - he couldn't believe he had said those words - that it was a mistake. For Adam, the words sank slowly, like quicksand. Adam realised it was the phrase only he and his family knew. And one other person. It took a moment for that to permeate his consciousness. Shock and bewilderment and disbelief fought for control over Adam's face, which he turned towards Robin. Adam gazed into Robin's eyes for confirmation. How could he not have seen it before? How could he not have recognised the voice? "Oh my... You're Teen Titan?" Robin remained stunned. Seconds felt like minutes before Robin breathed again and swallowed hard. "I never wanted to be your enemy... I'm sorry." Then Robin ran away. MEANWHILE Cameron got home under a grey sky, walking through the cold afternoon and feeling his cheeks sting in the warmth of the house. The central heating was on so warmth hit Cameron like a blanket as he entered the house. His parents weren't due home from work for a few hours yet but Kieran was back for a couple of weeks. Kieran had returned last night, with university finished for the Christmas holidays; in droves, students had defected from the Halls and gone home. Kieran was no exception; despite the fact his University was only twenty minutes away. Kieran enjoyed the freedom of not living at home anymore. However, he also enjoyed the home comforts and had looked forwards to his homecoming - or so he had confessed to Cameron. Indeed, one of the reasons he'd looked forwards to coming home was to spend quality time with his little brother. An ironic epithet since 1) Cameron was only ten months younger, not even a whole year; 2) Cameron was much taller than Kieran. Cameron was a tall and gangly beanpole of a boy whereas Kieran enjoyed a shorter, muscled build of an accomplished gymnast. Cameron strained to hear if there was any activity within the house - the last few times he'd come home when Kieran was in, he had caught his brother off guard. The first time, Kieran had been getting fucked by Wesley - a guy he'd met at University. The second time Cameron had caught his brother at home on a return visit to the homestead, Kieran had been completing a questionnaire related to activities he would be willing or unwilling to perform on camera. That encounter concluded with Cameron spanking Kieran and then enjoying a session of mutual masturbation. As to the questionnaire and the camera - Cameron had not yet seen his brother in action. By official accounts, Kieran starred in a web series - a soap opera that was rather more risqué than the standard tea-time viewing. Beyond that was a subscription-only sub-series where the risqué became downright pornographic. Deep down, Cameron was hoping Kieran would be similarly compromised this time. Maybe, subconsciously, Kieran had wanted to be caught both times? ...Or Kieran is just a typical careless eighteen year old. In silence, Cameron removed his shoes and jacket, his school blazer and tie and unfastened the top button of his shirt. Feeling more comfortable, Cameron crept to the stairs and ascended. Cameron could hear something going on as he reached the landing and tip-toed to Kieran's bedroom door, which was ajar. He silently nudged it with his foot and was met with... nothing. The noise persisted and Cameron slowly realised it was coming from his own bedroom. Cameron got to the door, which was also ajar, and nudged it open. It swung into the room to reveal his eighteen year old brother: naked, legs wide open and a dildo in his ass. "Have you been waiting for me?" asked Cameron. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Kieran's arse as the nine inch dildo slipped in and out. "Yup," Kieran replied. He was breathless and had a sheen of sweat on his skin, beads of it clung to his smooth chest and flat abdomen; drops had tickled their way down his muscular legs and his forehead shone too with moisture. He had been at this for a while. "Shouldn't you be wrapped up in a big bow?" Cameron asked as he moved closer. "You should know better than to open your present early," Kieran panted. "You should know half the fun is peeking," Cameron bantered back. It was an unconventional relationship the brothers had developed. Strangely, and perhaps synchronously, they had both begun exploring sex with men around the same time. Cameron had known he was gay for a good deal longer but Vincent was the first man he'd been with and Wesley was the first man Kieran had been with. "I like you watching me," Kieran admitted. Cameron rubbed his cock through his trousers while watching the eighteen year old push the dildo as deep as he could. "You know you're not allowed in my room, right?" Cameron joked. Kieran laughed, "What are you gonna do about it, Cam?" Cameron stepped towards his bed and loomed over Kieran. Cameron was still dressed in his school uniform but for a moment the older brother thought Cameron was going to make him suck his cock, but Cameron took a sidestep towards the bottom of the bed instead. Reaching between Kieran's legs, Cameron put his hand over Kieran's and he stilled the rhythm of the dildo. Kieran yielded control by letting go but the dildo as was still vibrating and still deep inside. Kieran acquiesced to Cameron commanding the phallus and his brother was delighted by the surrender. Kieran could not stop moaning as Cameron slid the dildo in and out of his ass. Fast, slow, deep, shallow, twisting or teasing the entrance to Kieran's anus; Cameron's joy-giving was unrelenting. Kieran covered his mouth as he whimpered and Cameron went farther by taking hold of Kieran's cock. Kieran closed his eyes as his body was filled with pleasurable feelings. "No, open your eyes," Cameron demanded. Kieran obeyed. "I like you watching me while I take care of things," Cameron admitted. "You're still wearing your school uniform," Kieran commented. "Pervert," Cameron teased him. Secretly, Cameron was pleased that the uniform had entered the fantasy. It felt like when he used the uniform in his role-play with Mr Wilson. Vincent took space in Cameron's head for only a moment - his teenage brain was currently geared for sex rather than reflection. But he would need to think about Vincent again soon. "So, how's work?" Cameron asked conversationally. "Fine. Good. Great!" Kieran replied. Cameron was still fascinated by the idea of his brother starring in an online web-series; a soap opera that embraced nudity and sexuality. Moreover, once conventional filming was over, it embraced the adult film-making market by proceeding to film full on sex scenes. One production creating two products - both popular by all accounts. Bank accounts mostly. "That's informative," Cameron responded dryly. "You're the star of the show, I hear. I've not had a chance to check it out yet. How are you enjoying the raunchy scenes?" "I'm either shirtless or naked on camera or I'm beating off or having sex... you'd be surprised how inventive the writers and directors and producers can be about dreaming up ways to get my penis on screen," Kieran explained. "You should have turned the web-cam on. They don't know what they're missing," Cameron suggested. They were missing Cameron expertly manoeuvre a dildo up his brother's ass while stroking his big boner. Kieran just grinned and moaned. "It's nice they keep you scantily clad. I'd love to see them film the proper X-rated stuff. Any hot guys? Do you want to cum now?" Cameron asked. "Yes." "Was that yes, there's hot guys; or yes, you want to cum?" "Yes." "Don't try to be funny," Cameron admonished. "Yea, there are hot guys. One in particular..." Kieran stopped talking. "Go on..." Cameron encouraged. "I don't know if I should say," Kieran reported. Kieran didn't mind telling Cameron he had a big man-crush which was more like a proper infatuation-crush, but he didn't know who Cameron might tell. Kieran didn't want the man in question, nor Wesley, nor anyone else involved in the show to know how he felt. Kieran wasn't ready for that. "I won't tell anyone. Scouts honour," Cameron promised. To push the point home, he tapped the dildo against Kieran's prostate and gave his cock a tight squeeze near the head that was shiny with pre-cum "You were never in the scouts," Kieran pointed out. "But I do use their honour," Cameron joked. "Just tell me." Kieran took his brother at his word. Besides, he doubted Cameron had any contact with Wesley - they only met once. Kieran knew he was being overly cautious - his reticence inspired by fear. At university he had come out as pansexual - which was freeing - but being home where his parents didn't know felt like a step backwards. "His name is Bradley. He's a big, muscled, handsome model of a man with a manbun," Kieran told his brother. It felt good to tell someone in his family and Cameron rewarded Kieran by redoubling his efforts with the dildo and the strokes to his cock. "I'll need to take a look at the gorgeous Bradley," Cameron said. Cameron could tell Kieran was on the verge of cumming, the dildo doing a wonderful job of getting all the juices ready. "If you have the gorgeous Bradley, why do you need me?" Cameron asked out of vanity. "Bradley... I don't know if I'm his type. Or if I'm his type. There's definitely a type involved," Kieran replied. "Please let me cum now?" Since Kieran had asked so nicely, Cameron obliged with a quickened pace of strokes and pushes. Cameron's hand slid to the tip of Kieran's cock and began to stroke, twist and polish the sensitive head until it burst with a fountain of cum. The cum seemed to just keep going, even as Cameron extracted the dildo with a pop and Kieran's sphincter slowly closed. Still the cum oozed, long after the pumping forces of ejaculation had ended. "Oh. Oh, fuck," Kieran replied. "Did you enjoy that?" Cameron asked. "Yes." "And why are you in my room?" "Happy Christmas, Cam," Kieran said. Cameron smiled at that and stepped back to give his brother room to sit up properly. "When I came home yesterday I figured you'd like a special treat to celebrate the start of the holidays. So I figured what the hell," Kieran told him. "Planning to treat yourself anyway," Cameron suggested gesturing mockingly with the dildo; "might as well treat me too?" "Seemed like the thing to do," Kieran agreed. "Weren't you the one who said last time... this is weird, this is really weird... or am I misremembering?" Cameron asked as he slowly pulled off his school tie. With the top button of his shirt undone, Cameron's neck came into view as the tie was extracted. The smooth unblemished skin and the curve of the suprasternal notch was the first hint of more to be seen. "Oh, it's still weird but I've had an awakening. I'm still wasn't sure if I was gay or bi- or queer..." Kieran explained, watching the first glimpse of skin appear. "But Wesley explained pansexuality to me and that feels about right, for now at least. I like the way I've felt since meeting Wesley. I also know that sex with men has fulfilled me in a way that sex with girls never did." "Girls? Plural? As in more than one?" Cameron teased his big brother. Kieran's eyes were on Cameron's beating hand and throbbing penis, which was aimed at his face. "Ok... there's only been one girl. But we did it three times so... y'know... shut it!" Kieran came back at him with good humour. "Ok. So sex with men and boys floats your boat now. And that's why you were on my bed and fucking your own ass?" Cameron asked. "I wanted to see you. I wanted to... I dunno... I've changed so much. I've been off having my own adventures. Sometimes I need to remind myself you're having adventures too. Sometimes I want to be part of that," Kieran explained. "Ok. That's cool," Cameron agreed. "Now, do you want to suck my cock?" "You should get out of those clothes first," Kieran said. "My what?" Cameron asked. Kieran took a moment to catch Cameron's meaning, then said; "You should take off your school uniform." "Do you want to see me?" Cameron asked, leading Kieran by the nose. "I want to see you naked," Kieran confessed. "Here, take off my socks," Cameron said. Cameron propped his foot on the edge of the bed, in between Kieran's knees. Kieran was still naked and Cameron was as turned on by the clothed male/ naked male scenario as he was by becoming naked. Kieran peeled of Cameron's sock and then Cameron offered the other foot. Once that foot was bare, he slid it towards Kieran's testicles. Cameron spread his toes, feeling the gooseberry fuzz of Kieran's balls between them as he gently kneaded Kieran's eggs. Above, Kieran's cock was already engorging again, not ready to shoot yet but enjoying the attention. That response was enough to make Cameron stop and he withdrew his foot back to the floor. "Unbutton my shirt," Cameron said. Kieran obliged, quickly opening the shirt and revealing Cameron's skinny body; with a nod of approval, Kieran slipped the shirt off Cameron's shoulders and the shirt fell to the floor. "Now the trousers," Cameron prompted. Kieran removed the belt, opened the button and dropped the zipper, the fly of the trousers opened and inside was his brother's underwear and a full blown stiffy. Kieran pulled the trousers down and Cameron stepped out of them; then, Cameron pushed his own underwear down and off. "Looks like you're close already," Kieran said. "I am. That's why I want you to put it in your mouth and bow me," Cameron told him. Kieran leaned forward and took the slippery hard-on in his mouth. It was clear that Kieran had experience sucking cock because although Cameron's cock was sloppy, Kieran's technique was not. Now it was Cameron who was moaning. It was quite a sight: Kieran sat on the edge of the bed and bent towards Cameron's groin; Cameron, long-legged and fully boned up with his brother attached to the aforementioned boner. Cameron put his hands behind his head and thrust into Kieran's face. Kieran had sucked him before - the first time he had discovered his brother naked and with Wesley fucking him. This time was even better. "Oh, yes. Big brother, you're doing a great job," Cameron complimented him. At the reminder of their fraternal bond, Kieran lifted his eyes to look at Cameron but he did not stop sucking. "Fuck yea, bro. Keep going. Keep sucking you're little brother," Cameron said. Cameron's litany of domination was intended to remind Kieran of his place as brother, in much the same was as Cameron reminded Vincent that the adult was his teacher. It was intended to demean and humiliate, but only to an extent - exercising one's powers on a submissive is not about condescension or abuse, it's not about making excuses for mistreatment. Domination and submission is a partnership - an agreement to a scene that once ended, resumes to equilibrium. Kieran continued his part by licking the shaft and tapping the dick against his tongue. "Kiss it, big brother. Kiss it," Cameron demanded. Cameron marvelled at how he'd discovered this dominant streak and wondered who'd be if he had never walked in on Vincent naked in Doctor Darrow's surgery three months ago. Kieran kissed Cameron's cock and he wondered when his brother became such a raging top. He wondered too how and why he found it so satisfying to be instructed and commanded, even to the point of embarrassment. Kieran had become remarkably comfortable - almost to the point of blasé - at taking directions since stepping onto the set of the web-show and its associated production. "Suck my cock again, big brother. Put it in your mouth until I cum," Cameron told Kieran. Kieran obeyed and could sense the coming stream of cum moments before the discharge actually started. "Little brother is cumming for you. I'm fucking cumming!" The salty-sweet cum was warm and filled Kieran's mouth, but he swallowed it. Not greedily as some boys do, but he did not shy away from it either. Cameron affectionately held Kieran's chin as his cock popped out of his brother's mouth and bobbed between them. "Your own brother? Fuck, you're right, this is weird," Cameron mocked, but not unkindly. Kieran smiled, wiped his lips and swallowed the dregs left in his mouth. "Says the boy who just yanked me off and pummelled me with a dildo?" Kieran replied. Role-play had been seamlessly replaced by brotherly banter rather. "Touché," Cameron replied; "I really needed that, thanks." "I enjoyed it too," Kieran agreed. A few hours later and Cameron woke up in bed. Alone. He'd been dreaming about Vincent. As Cameron had foreseen - though at the time it was in the fog of fucking his brother's ass with a dildo - he was thinking about Vincent. His lover had been upset yesterday and Cameron didn't think he'd helped. He'd handled the emotional turmoil of his lover quite badly and it was a poor show to have gone the whole day without even checking if Vincent was ok. While he thought about things, Cameron put on briefs and crept down the hall to the bathroom. Downstairs Cameron could hear mum, dad and Kieran chatting. Cameron checked the time - nearly time for dinner. He showered quickly and got dress and then joined the family. There was an atmosphere in the room when Cameron joined his parents and brother and it took just a little while to figure out that Kieran had come out. His parents seemed to have taken it rather well. Though neither brother mentioned cock-sucking each other; even 21st century parents had their limits. By eight o'clock, Cameron had made up his mind what to do. He departed the family company and returned to his room. He turned his thoughts to the dream he had been having during his post orgasmic nap. The substance of it had slipped away like smoke in a squall, but he knew Vincent had been there. Guilt at not having spoken since Vincent since his melancholy info-dump yesterday gnawed at Cameron. He hadn't had Advanced English as any of his classes but Cameron knew that was an internalised excuse - when had that ever stopped him paying Vincent a visit? Whether their non-communication today was deliberate or happenstance was irrelevant, the man Cameron cared for was in pain. Cameron had been a fool to just walk away after Vincent had confessed so much of his painful personal history. As a caring lover, and as a decent human being, Cameron owed Vincent comfort. Cameron made an excuse to his parents; "I'm going to hang out with Robin" and departed the house. When he arrived at Vincent's flat he knocked the door and waited. Vincent was barefoot and sitting in comfortable long lounge pants and a t-shirt when he heard a knock at his door. He opened it to the sight of Cameron and was surprised, though he shouldn't have been. "I'm sorry about Jake. And I'm sorry you miss Charlie. And I'm sorry I took so long to come," Cameron said affectionately. "Come in," Vincent said. Once his outside layers had been removed and Cameron was comfortable, they sat together in Vincent's living room. All the while Vincent was thinking: 1) He was lucky to have someone who cared enough to come; someone who would offer comfort and solace; someone who wanted to be with him because he needed someone to be there for him. 2) He was thinking how selfish it was to have attempted contact with Charlie again after all these years; how disappointing it was that Charlie had not replied to his email; how it was a betrayal to contact Charlie without telling Cameron. It was a betrayal, not because he didn't have a right to contact an old friend - because he did. But because Charlie had never been "just a friend" and even after all this time, even after falling out of love, Vincent's feelings for Charlie were confusing. It was a betrayal because Vincent was keeping his attempted communiqué a secret and because secrets have a habit of causing pain later. Since Vincent hadn't received a reply to the email he'd sent Charlie, Vincent figured he really had nothing to tell. His guilt was assuaged by this rationale. Besides, Vincent was distracted by cuddles and kisses and the warm body of his lover beside him. Vincent and Cameron were cuddled together on the sofa. They had watched a Christmas movie and grown tired together. A Christmas-themed panel show was now on TV with the audience laughing at the latest jest by the Irish host. "Let's go to bed," Cameron whispered. "I thought you were comfy," Vincent replied sleepily. "I am. I'll be even comfier in bed," Cameron replied softly. Cameron lifted his head and kissed Vincent's lips without a hint of smut or innuendo. "Ok. Let's go to bed," Vincent agreed. They both knew that if they wished it, there could be passion and intercourse but instead there was a benign intimacy that compelled them both into a tender embrace under the warm duvet on the soft bed. Cameron felt content and Vincent shared in that contentment. Drifting through Vincent's flat was Christmas songs from the app he hadn't turned off before turning in. Mariah Carey began to sing: "All I want for Christmas is..." EARLIER Moments after Robin had ran away, Adam had sat numb in his mother's room. Adam had been totally unprepared for the revelation that Robin was Teen Titan and didn't know how to process his feelings. The private hospital was quiet but never still and so, once he regained his wits, Adam crossed the room and closed the bedroom door so that he was alone, save for his mother. "So... that was a boy from school and..." Adam didn't know what else to say. Sometimes he could hear his mum's voice in his head offering him counsel but today she was silent in both the real world and his imagined one. A watched window never boils. Elastic time stretched from the moment Adam closed the door to the moment his dad opened it and found Adam gazing unfocused out of the window. "When the nurses let me in they told me you had a friend with you?" Aziz Mansouri asked his son. Adam had alternated between sitting at his mum's side, holding her hand and begging her to understand that which he didn't understand himself and looking out of the window at the shapes of the wintery clouds. "Yea, sort of. It was a boy from school..." Adam replied. Adam was not so much looking out of the window as not looking at his father. "You probably know him..." Adam added; "He works for you after all." There was an edge to Adam's voice: brittle and accusatory. Adam turned and saw a bland look on his father's face, which was like a red rag to a bull. "Well? Don't you have anything to say?" Adam demanded. "I knew you'd find out eventually," Aziz said quietly. "Actually, I thought it would be a little sooner." "Well, your idiot son had no idea," Adam said with a lip that trembled. "I know you're not an idiot, Adam," Aziz said gently. "You and Robin treated me like a fool. Were you laughing at me behind my back?" Adam wondered angrily. "Of course not. You're upset and confused, so I'll let that pass... but you know better than to think I would laugh at you, behind your back or otherwise. And you must know Robin wouldn't do that either," Aziz said very softly. Adam took deep breaths, tightening his hands into fists and pressing them against his head with frustration. There were so many things in his head and he didn't know how to say them. "No, I guess not. I mean, he's not like me," Adam said bitterly; his voice quiet and depressed. Adam knew it was true - he had behaved terribly for so long and Robin had remained a strong and gentle man; kind and respectful too. Not at all like him. "I wasn't trying to make a fool of you, Adam," his father said. Aziz still hadn't moved, he knew Adam's temptation to rail against him was still strong. "What were you trying to do?" Adam asked angrily, with a hint of desperation. "To help you remember who you used to be. Before this happened," Aziz said - ever so slightly indicating the silent and unmoving woman in the room. At the mention of his mother, Adam became incensed. He hated the idea of his mum being used as an excuse or a weapon against him. "Don't you fucking dare," Adam shot back. "Watch your language in front of your mother, please, "Aziz requested. "Oh, please. Mum used to like a good fuck," Adam said. His father could not help but laugh and then could not stop laughing. Then, Adam laughed too. "That probably sounded better in your head," Aziz chuckled. "It's not quite what I meant," Adam admitted good naturedly but then remembered he was supposed to be angry at his dad. "Your mother used to say fuck was used as punctuation in Glasgow," Aziz said affectionately. "I remember," Adam replied with equal warmth. They were both quiet as they decided what to say next. "Adam, I knew you were gay before you did," Aziz said suddenly. "That's impossible," Adam said quietly. "So did your mum," Aziz continued. Adam turned away. "We knew you were gay at a time when you didn't even know what being gay was," Aziz said. "So, you were... what? Setting me up with Robin? By putting a mask on him? Using him?" Adam asked. So many questions. "I suppose so, in a way," Aziz made the admission sound so benign. "I was setting you up with someone who I hoped would... make an impression," Aziz said with a hint of a smile. "Well, he did that," Adam agreed. "But don't blame him, Robin didn't know about you until that first time in the parlour. He wasn't in on it..." Aziz said and reluctantly added; "And how could he tell you, considering how you treated him at school?" Adam blushed angrily and ashamedly at the knowledge his father knew him to be a bully. "I suppose," Adam guardedly replied. "In a way, you've been wearing a mask too," his dad said. Adam knew his father meant the facade of a man that he was at school compared to how he behaved at home or in The Fourth - and his dad was right. "And should I wear my mask too long, when I take it off to discard it, I may find I have thrown my face away with it," replied Adam - much to his father's surprise. Adam was quoting a book he'd read a few months ago - If You Meet Buddha on the Road, Kill Him; by Sheldon Kopp. Something about those words had resonated with Adam's identity issues. "Masks are dangerous, Adam," Aziz said; "Sometimes we become what we're pretending to be." "Dangerous?" Adam asked. "One wears a mask to hide who they really are," Aziz said sagely. "And it gets easier the longer one wears it, because our mask becomes us." His dad was right - Adam had worn the mask of a homophobic bully to hide his own pain and in doing so became a conduit for that pain. Meanwhile, Robin became the target of all that pain. "Robin said he never wanted to be my enemy..." Adam told his dad in a voice filled with shame that was long overdue. Adam broke down into a pathetic little cry. "That's how I made him feel? My enemy..." Adam repeated in a whisper. "Call him," Aziz said - handing his son a piece of paper on which he had scribbled Robin's number. Of course Mr Aziz had Robin's mobile number. "I can't talk to him," Adam admitted. "Trust me, he won't answer. You finding out who he is and finally finding out he's gay... Robin won't want to talk to anyone tonight," Aziz said. "Then why..." "Think about what you want to say. Order you thoughts and feelings. Write them down. Then call him. Leave a voice mail... he'll listen. Trust me, he'll listen," Aziz instructed gently. A little while later and Adam was home alone. After talking so much about Robin, Adam and his dad had settled down with Adam's mother and talked to her. They chatted about Christmas and about Adam's sister and the baby names she was considering. In time, their visit became very much like any other. Adam finally left when big sister arrived and he could depart without feeling too guilty. The whole family would be together next week. The Mansouri family didn't celebrate Christmas any more than they recognised Eid Al-Fitr, but it was nice to get the family together in December and celebrate the grinding halt to which Britain was brought by Santa. Adam sat in his room for a long time while thinking about what he wanted to say. One thing Adam was not ready to talk about was his feelings for Teen Titan. He didn't even know if they applied anymore. Adam had shown Teen Titan serious and sincere affection without knowing who he was beneath the mask; but Robin had known who he was and reciprocated that affection. Adam wasn't ready to ask what, if anything, that meant for them. Adam felt the need to explain himself, to absolve Robin of any unearned guilt he might be carrying and of course he owed Robin an apology. He hoped his father was right as he dialled the number. He was put through to voice mail. "Robin, it's Adam... obviously..." he started. This was hard, where did he even start? He started at the beginning. Adam explained about his mum and how it had affected him and how he had chickened out of telling Robin about it all those years ago. He tried to explain why he had become a bully. "When I looked at you it was like looking into a mirror..." Adam knew his sentences where broken and filled with too many pauses and hesitation, but he had a lot to say. He owed Robin that. Adam finally did what he had avoided for so many years - he said the "G" word. He'd never said it before, he'd never even told Arthur and he'd never had to say it to the men he had sex with at The Fourth. "Besides, I was just starting to realise that I was... I am... gay..." Then Adam brought up Teen Titan and pardoned Robin of any guilt he might feel on keeping his secret identity secret. Adam admitted he hadn't deserved to know the truth. "But I'll spend as long as I need to, to prove myself to you now." It's a difficult think to admit one's faults and to apologise for half a decade of wickedness. As Adam tried to think how to end the call, he found himself on the verge of crying. "Robin, I'm sorry for hurting you." As Adam spoke his final words, he wiped tears from his cheeks. "You were never my enemy, Robin..." A moment later, he hung up. Feeling exhausted, Adam lay down and fell asleep. AND ANOTHER THING "I never wanted to be your enemy... I'm sorry," said Robin before he ran away. He ran out into the corridor and departed the building and from there he just kept running. Robin realised he was many miles from home but it didn't really matter; he ran along the pavement and felt his lungs burn from the freezing cold December air. Robin hit the wall but pushed himself to the point of exhaustion, eventually staggering to a halt on uneven legs and breathing in gulps like a man surfacing from beneath a body of water. Robin felt like a drowning man - he left like at any moment the current would pull him again and he would fall beneath the waves. Then he'd be gone forever. He walked from there, his skin hot from exertion so that he had to unzip his winter coat until he cooled. He looked back a few times, half expecting and half dreading the sight of Adam's car following in his wake. But he never did. It was appropriate that today was the shortest day of the year because it felt so dark and hopeless. Robin arrived home, the grey four-in-a-block looming over him as it always did. His abode forever cast its shadow over him - even when there were Christmas lights in the window, though at the moment they were not illuminated. Climbing the concrete steps two at a time, Robin cautiously opened the door and a quick sweep of the flat revealed it to be empty. He was relieved. Robin was never sure where his dad was when he wasn't at home. He worked day shifts and night shifts, he had friends who were equally drug-addled and obnoxious and he slept with women who could do a lot better... Robin didn't care where his dad was tonight. Nor any other night - if he wasn't at home he couldn't raise a fist to his son. Robin stripped off his clothes and put on a pair of pants and a vest. He crawled into bed and hid under the covers like a child hiding from the monsters in the dark corners of his room. In the dark, Robin tumbled his thoughts over and over again. Now that Adam knew he was gay, knew he was Teen Titan, knew they'd had sex, knew they were enemies... Adam had gained knowledge that empowered him and in return Robin was robbed of any certainty or security he had in his life. It seemed like an unfair trade. Would Adam use his newfound knowledge to make Robin's life at school even more of a misery? Would the relationship they had built at The Fourth be better realised or had it been destroyed forever? Robin's heart ached. He had wanted to tell Adam who he was and been denied the opportunity; thereafter Robin felt safe knowing that Adam did not know who Teen Titan was. Teen bloody Titan: not a demi-god of ancient Greece but a comic book character. The Teen Titan's were led by Batman's sidekick - Robin had feared the on-the-nose pseudonym would expose him - and tonight Robin very much felt like he'd been kicked in the side. When Robin's phone rang from an unknown number, he ignored it. It went to voicemail and he still ignored it. A while later, his eyes sore from tiredness but his brain too overwrought to allow sleep, Robin listened to the message and felt moved to tears. It was an eloquent and poignant expression of regret that made Robin add even more questions to the list of: where do we go from here? He cried unashamedly while listening to the message - a message that was itself punctuated with mournful sounds - and when it was finished Robin listened again... "Robin, it's Adam... obviously... I'm kind of glad you didn't answer 'cause I want the chance to explain myself without being interrupted. Five and a half years ago when my mum... when what happened happened, I felt like I'd been dropped into a dark hole. I wanted to tell you everything because I had to tell someone and you were my friend and I knew you'd understand because you'd lost your mum too, in a way. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell you. When I looked at you it was like looking into a mirror... and I couldn't bear what I saw. I couldn't stand the sight of you... I'm Sorry... It's not your fault, I'm not blaming you for how I felt. I can't blame you for me being inadequate. It was just how I felt... I hated you. I was so angry about my mum and I took it out on you. Besides, I was just starting to realise that... Well, you're Teen Titan so you already know what I am. What we are. I was just starting to realise that I was... I am... gay... and I wanted to tell you because I wanted to be accepted. But then my mum had her stroke and I just couldn't handle it all. The more I thought about it, the more I thought you might be gay too, which made things worse 'cause if you accepted me then it would only have been to validate yourself and... and that wasn't good enough. Which I guess makes me selfish; as well as everything else I am. I took all my pain out on you and I haven't stopped taking it out on you for the last five plus years. I wonder if I'd still be apologising if I'd known who you were. I mean... You tried to tell me, I know. You tried to tell me that you're Teen Titan but I wouldn't let you. I hope you aren't worried that you kept that secret from me. I didn't deserve to be trusted with it. I spent so many years proving you couldn't trust me. But I'll spend as long as I need to, to prove myself to you now. Robin, I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for all the things I've said and done to you. You said you never wanted to be my enemy. But I'm the one who treated you like one. You were never my enemy, Robin... I'm sorry that I was yours." That's the last chapter for this year. Rest assured, Do As You're Told will resume early in January. Happy Holidays everyone and a Happy New Year too. I'd be very grateful if you contacted me if you've enjoyed this story, it's great to know if I've done a good job. To everyone who has emailed/ commented so far: a very big thank you for your support. 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