Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2019 18:11:15 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Twenty Part 3 Do As You're Told Chapter Twenty: Groundhog Day If you need permission to read this story 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. Nifty could use your help - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html For updates, synopses & excerpts, visit my blogspot - https://niftyencomiums.blogspot.com Prologue: Writing four CH-20's is a bit of a gimmick but today is Groundhog Day... SATURDAY 2ND FEBRUARY 2019 "...then put your little hand in mine, there ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb..." "Is it supposed to be funny, do you think?" Adam asked. The Sonny and Cher song had been played on the hour three times now and while the hosts of the Saturday morning radio programme seemed to think it was funny, both Adam and Arthur thought the joke had worn thin. "I like Groundhog Day," admitted Arthur as he looked out his bedroom window. "Six more weeks of winter, do you think?" "Maybe," Adam replied with an indecisive shrug. Arthur was only wearing a pair of boxers and a vest and Adam was finding it hard not to look at his feet, his legs, his arse, his back, his arms, his shoulders... Arthur slumped back down on the bed beside him. This was not an unusual gesture or occurrence - they'd slept over and hung out together like this for years but it was different now. Ever since Arthur had found out he was gay, Adam had felt a little bit differently around him. Sure, Adam had always been gay but the fact that Arthur knew was liberating and one of the things that had been liberated was a wandering eye. He didn't really fancy Arthur but he was easy on the eyes. "It's ironic when you think about it," Arthur said. Adam didn't know what Art was talking about; "What is?" "The movie Groundhog Day is all about a guy repeating the same day over and over again until he becomes a better person and makes other people's lives better..." Arthur said and then shared a smile with Adam; "Considering your plans for today, it's kind of ironic." "I guess so," Adam said with sigh - he was trying not to think about his plans for today. Plans for today were oppressive and intimidating and he only had once chance to get them right. "Can we talk about something else?" Adam asked, hoping for a lighter topic. It was hardly the crack of dawn, but the day was still young and Adam was camped out in Arthur's bedroom. They had hung out the night before, drank mango and raspberry cider, played X-box, watched movies, and then fell asleep. Boys stuff. Arthur was still in his boxers and vest, Adam was still in just his boxers but pulled on a t-shirt to make himself look decent. "Like what?" Arthur asked - giving Adam the option to choose their dialogue. Art was sitting close, his knee knocking Adam's as he turned to ask the question. Adam knew he was imagining intimacy in the touch but it still felt, well, intimately. Adam felt embarrassed by the idea of getting a crush on his straight best friend. And why? Just because he was a six foot hunk? Just because he was literally the nicest guy he knew? Just because Adam had seen him in the shower and knew he had a big... "Boobs?" Adam suggested. "You want to talk about boobs?" Arthur asked, guffawing. "No. I mean, not exactly. Weren't you going out with a girl who you said had big boobs?" Adam said. "Not exactly going out, as in dating. More like went out, as in she offered me a blowjob," Arthur clarified. "And what did you say?" Adam asked. "Nothing, I had her boobs in my mouth." Adam laughed at that until his stomach hurt and then told Arthur he was gross. "Anyway, it seems to me we have a brand new area of conversation to explore..." Arthur suggested. After coming out, very little had changed. They went to McDonalds, they went to school the next day and Carlos pretended like he didn't give a shit about the fracas between them even though he did; it was now nearly two weeks later and the grace period was over. They had also circled back to the question "So what's going on with you and Robin?" which was complicated. Adam revealed that Robin was definitely gay - worst kept secret in the history of Coalwater High School - and that he'd asked Robin out but Robin had said no. Adam had left out the stuff about Robin stripping at The Fourth nightclub, the Teen Titan stuff - that was all peripheral to the will-they-won't-they crap they were now indulging. Adam was very careful even while offering Arthur a heavily edited version of events concerning Robin. Art already knew that Adam's dad ran a gay club called The Fourth and he'd inferred that Adam had gone there more than just a few times. However, there was no way to tell Arthur about the parlours. Instead, Adam told Arthur that Robin had spotted him in The Fourth - which was technically true - and realised that Adam was gay. A while later, Adam discovered that Robin knew and how he'd found out - this was also technically true. From there, Adam and Robin had fostered more communication in a few weeks than they had managed in more than five years preceding. It was because Arthur knew about the Robin stuff that Adam had been able to share his plans for the day. But that was still to come. Adam knew the conversational area that Arthur had in mind. His best friend was curious about... "You want to ask me gay stuff?" Adam asked unsubtly. "Call me curious," Arthur said breezily. "Now you're talking," Adam replied suggestively and his hand landed on Arthur's thigh. Arthur swatted it away but grinned beautifully. "Not that kind of curious," Arthur sniggered Adam giggled and he hadn't been seriously suggesting anything but he still took a second to immortalise the sensation of Arthur's muscular leg. "Ok, what do you want to know?" Adam asked. "Have you, like... had sex with a guy?" Arthur asked. "Yea, I guess so," Adam admitted. "Is it different to doing it with a girl?" Art wondered. "How would I know?" Adam said with a bashful chuckle. "Ok. Well, I tell you about girls and boobs and offers of a BJ. Tell me what you've done," Arthur said clumsily. "Apart from having butt sex, you mean?" Adam asked. "Yea. Have you done any other... stuff. I dunno, whatever it is you guys do?" Arthur asked cautiously and with genuine interest. "I guess so," Adam replied guardedly. Then, softening, "It's been weird sometimes." Talking like this was a new, slightly strange, thing for both of them. "Ok. So what's the weirdest thing a guy has asked you to do?" Arthur asked inquisitively. "I dunno," Adam replied. Adam thought not just about Robin, Teen Titan, the Fourth; he thought about the things that had happened with Micah and Gymno-Mania. Thinking about the boys at Gymno-Mania made Adam smile, for he recalled something Steve had asked him one night in December. "One guy wanted to sit on my face..." Adam offered. Art laughed: "Why, is your nose bigger than you cock?" Adam burst out laughing. "No, it fucking isn't, you bastard." "I'm only teasing," Art said as he threw an arm around Adam's neck to hug him. "No, get off," Adam replied pretending to be offended - he was still laughing and struggling to get out of Arthur's embrace. Arthur was laughing too - Adam squirmed but Arthur wouldn't let go. "I don't want a hug. Go away," Adam told him peevishly, unable to keep the humour from his voice. "Aw, buddy, you know I'm only joking," Arthur replied. With his around his friend's back, Art's hand gave Adam's shoulder a squeeze. Adam relented and tucked himself into Arthur's body, then rested his head on Art's hand. After a minute, Arthur finally said: "Ok, this is getting weird now." Adam pondered this as Arthur removed his arm but didn't move away so they were still pressed side to side. Adam looked around at his friend, whose physical as well as emotional closeness was a great comfort to him. "Art, is it weird that you're my straight friend now?" There was a short beat before Adam added: "Is it weird that I'm your gay friend now?" "Adam... you're just my friend," Arthur replied as if it were obvious. A distant bark called time on any more silly shenanigans. "I need to take Garfield out," Arthur said. Garfield was a black and white Border Collie - a placid and happy dog who was clearly in need of walkies. Arthur jumped up and pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped is bare feet into a pair of trainers. "I need to get going too," Adam admitted reluctantly. As he opened his bedroom door, Arthur looked back at his friend; "If you need me..." "I know," Adam replied. Just then a ginger cat pushed its way into the bedroom and roamed around as if it owned the place. "Morning, Scooby," Adam greeted the cat. "Animals seem to love you," Arthur commented as he watched Adam pet the cat who was otherwise quite temperamental; "Shame about your people skills." Adam laughed and threw socks at Arthur until he want away. It didn't take long for Adam to get home and when he let himself into the house, he found his dad in the kitchen. "Hi dad," Adam said. "I thought you planned to be home last night," he commented neutrally. "I was at Arthur's. I did text," Adam defended himself. "I know. Its fine," said Aziz Mansouri. "I need to shower," Adam said. His dad opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind and just smiled instead. "Good idea," Aziz said with a twinkly-eyed grin. Adam headed upstairs and stripped without even closing his bedroom door. When his sister Alisha had lived at home, the door was always firmly closed but since she left the roost Adam felt he had more freedom. On an unconscious lever there was something of a voyeuristic opportunity about leaving the door open - as long as he was sure dad was still downstairs or out of the house entirely. Adam pulled a towel around his waist for the trip from his bedroom to the toilet and had just stepped into the hall when he bumped into a fellow towel-clad boy. "Robin?" Adam was caught off guard and stumbled through a greeting, "Morning, eh hilo, how're... hey." Hilo? Adam had been shooting for hello, changed his mind to hi and settled on making a fool out of himself. "Hi," Robin replied sheepishly, aware that he was only also wearing a towel and his hair still damp from a shower. It was less than a month since Adam had last seen Robin's kick-ass body but might as well have been months for the way he ogled it. Robin's moist chest and brown nipples... Adam suddenly realised he was staring and flushed, lifting a hand to cover his eyes but accidentally loosened his towel. Robin grinned as the only part of Adam's body that was hidden was his penis - and that, only just. "Nice to see you," Robin jested. Adam chuckled nervously, "I need to, eh..." "Get naked," Robin quipped. "Shower," Adam finished simultaneously. They both chuckled, then Adam fixed his towel and took one last look at Robin's body before heading to the shower. He looked back at Robin as he reached the bathroom and caught Robin looking back at him. It was very tempting to jerk off in the shower, but Adam resisted. It seemed wrong somehow. Since learning more about Robin's difficulties - a word that somewhat undersold he enormity of the situation - with his dad, Adam had set about helping Robin in the only way he knew how. He told his dad. Aziz Mansouri had made it clear he liked Robin very much and was happy to help, he was also wealthy and well-connected. If anything, they had to persuade Robin to accept the solution, which eventually he did. "I know how you feel," is a phrase that more often than not raises hackles but Adam had tried to use sympathy to understand Robin's situation. Robin was scared. Robin was about to leave his dad's house for the last time, it was a big step, and he needed help to achieve it. Adam had acted out of altruism but also knew there was a part of himself that hoped Robin would be grateful to him. Adam had spent more than five years being the worst person he could - especially towards Robin - and making amends for that, being forgiven, and moving past it was something he could only hope to achieve if Robin was able to see him as a better person. "I take it you knew he was upstairs," Adam said to his dad after showering and getting dressed. Aziz Mansouri smiled over his coffee cup, "Yup." "Didn't think to mention it before I went up stairs for my shower?" Adam asked. "Nope," his dad answered with self-amusement. The lightness of the tone was lowered by Adam's next question. "Does he need to go back?" Adam asked. "Yes, I think he does. He needs to go back home to know that he doesn't need to go back home," Aziz replied. "I guess maybe he needs to see his dad one last time," Adam said; "To say... whatever it is he needs to say." To change the topic - barely - Adam asked why Robin was staying in their house when they had already made the necessary arrangements for Robin's new home. Aziz explained that Robin had been working at The Fourth last night - sometimes Adam forgot that although their sessions in the parlour had ended, Robin still eked out a living taking his clothes off in the nightclub. After that, Mr Aziz had suggested Robin didn't go home, that it would be easier to return only to collect his belongings, say goodbye and leave home forever. There came a knock at the front door and Adam answered it, admitting two big men - very big men. Adam always thought they looked like a cross between bouncers, bodyguards and assassins. They were friends to Aziz Mansouri but also private security - the men Aziz used when things got dangerous. Aziz ran a very successful business that involved alcohol, nudity and sex - he sometimes needed enforcers and or protection. Adam, and Aziz, had only ever known the pair of thick-set behemoths as Mr Big and Mr Little. "Why don't you go get Robin," Aziz said to Adam; "Tell him we're ready when he is." Adam was nervous. Which was funny in a way because it was Robin's life that was about to change. "Are you ok?" Adam asked. They were side by side in the back seat of his dad's car and on the road towards Robin's home - the rain was pelting outside, drumming on the roof with no rhyme or rhythm. "Not really," Robin replied. "I suppose that's to be expected," Adam replied quietly. "I think... well, I think what you're doing is very brave." "It's not brave," Robin eventually replied. He looked over at Adam with a miserable expression; "I couldn't have done this without you. Hell, I've endured my dad all these years... if getting thrown down stairs, beaten up, drugged... if none of that could made me brave enough to run away..." "It's not about running away though, is it?" Adam replied insightfully. Robin looked back at him with quizzical eyes. "It's about standing up to him. It's about saying "no" and not letting him hurt you anymore. Not letting him hurt anyone else either," Adam added. Robin had told Adam and Mr Mansouri about the last time he'd tried to leave and the danger it had put his grandmother in. "I'm weak," Robin said wearily. "Brave heart, Robin," Adam said gently. Robin smiled weakly, "My dad has bullied me so long, I don't know who I'll be without him." "Can I ask you something? Not about your dad but about bad behaviour?" Adam asked. Robin nodded mutely. "Why did you put up with it? With everything I said and did to you?" Adam emphasised the word "I" as he asked his question; "Why did you let me bully you for all these years?" "Let you?" Robin said incredulously; "You know, a question like that makes it sound like it's my fault I was bullied. I should have said no, I should have fought back, I should have told." Adam realised that he sounded critical of Robin's passivity, which in turn sounded like tacit blame; he understood why Robin was angry - if he was to blame for Adam bullying him, he was also to blame for his own dad bullying him. "No, I... I didn't mean to sound like I was blaming you for my... eh, misbehaviour. It's not your fault, really it's not. I just don't understand why you didn't..." Adam didn't want to say fight back. "Well, I don't know why anyway," Robin said with a sigh. Robin seemed to accept that Adam's question at face value rather than reading it as criticism of him not fighting back. "I think at first I didn't understand why you were doing it and we'd been friends so I made excuses for you. And after a while I just let it go," there was a tear in Robin's eye that he wiped away silently. "Maybe I just didn't want to be the kind of boy who got bullied so I rose above it... or that's what I told myself." The car pulled up outside Robin's house - though Adam did not recognise it. The whole street was more than a little dilapidated; broken windows, faded fascias, overgrown grass, and odd white goods sitting in water-logged front gardens. Had it always been this run down? Adam looked up to the top floor of the four-in-a-block, which even from the outside looked oppressive and gloomy in the dreary rainfall "It's kind of embarrassing, isn't it?" Robin said of his home. Adam said nothing - it was a place Robin did not feel good about and who was he to comment; especially since he lived in a very nice four bedroom house in a salubrious area and his father drove a Jaguar. Adam's dad opened the car door, flanked by the enforcers, "Are you ready, Robin?" "As I'll ever be," Robin replied while he climbed out of the car. Mr Little put a huge but gentle hand on Robin's back and Adam could almost see Robin relax under the reassuring gesture. Both Mr Big and Mr Little were gentle giants, but under it Adam knew better. "Adam, take the other car home," said Aziz Mansouri. "What?" Adam spluttered; "No. I'm staying..." "Adam, this isn't a spectators sport!" his dad bit back with vehemence. "You've been a good friend but that's not what Robin needs right now." Adam saw danger in his father's eyes. He rarely saw it - anger - and Adam knew he didn't want to be around when that anger found expression. Robin's dad was about to have a very bad day. LATER "...They say our love won't pay the rent, Before it's earned the money's all been spent..." Adam turned off the radio as soon he became aware of the song playing again. "The other car" his dad had mentioned had been driven by his dad's enforcers. It was a company car that was much too big for Adam's liking - he preferred his own little runabout. Adam had been peeved to be excluded from Robin's journey but he still had his own problems to contend with. Adam had received a text from Mr Anonymous that he had been doing his best to ignore. Mr Anonymous: [Take a shift at Gymno-Mania. No need to confirm, just do as you're told.] No need to confirm because the asshole always knew if he had obeyed or not. Micah was his lackey at school but Adam had to wonder if someone else reported back to Mr Anonymous. It could be anyone at Gymno-Mania - probably Hamish, the night manager. Adam called as soon as he got home; with it being the middle of the afternoon, it was not the night manager whom he spoke to but his reputation had preceded him and instead of his usual twilight shift, Adam was drafted in ASAP. Adam didn't know what to expect. His adventures, sexploits and humiliations at Gymno-Mania had thus far been contained to the twilight hours. It was the middle of the afternoon which would make any exposure all the more hard to endure. As he drove to Gymno-Mania, Adam hoped the rain - which was coming down in torrents - would keep people away. "You must be Adam?" said the jolly man who greeted him from across the atrium; "I'm Ralph." "Hi," Adam said unenthusiastically - not that Ralph noticed. "So I've heard all about you. All. About. You," Ralph emphasised each word and succeeded like sounding like a prick. "I don't get to take my uniform home, it gets kept here so..." Adam started to say. "Say no more," Ralph said with appeasing hands; "I'll get you today's uniform but first, give me those clothes and I'll lock them away for you." Adam sighed - he wasn't in the mood for this crap, he was busy thinking about Robin - then he started towards the staff room. "Adam," Ralph said and the joviality had given way to a sneer; "You don't need to go anywhere. Give me your clothes. And then I'll get you today's uniform." The instruction was clear - he was to strip in the middle of the atrium. The atrium was the thoroughfare for all members entering or leaving the building; the cafe-bar was adjacent to it; the reception dominated the space; several workout spaces looked onto it, including the glass room where Adam had stripped the first time he was in Gymno-Mania. He'd jerked off in the atrium that day and in spite of himself Adam felt a bit of a thrill and a jump from his cock at the thought of stripping out in the open. The fact that he semi-enjoyed some of his adventures did not change the fact that Mr Anonymous was a spiteful, blackmailing bully. Adam kicked off his shoes and stooped down to pull off his socks so he was barefoot. Next he started to unbutton his shirt; once unbuttoned, Adam took off his jacket and slipped the shirt off with it to reveal his bare chest. His nipples were hard because of a cold breeze from the main entrance. Adam unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, along with his underwear, and stepped out of them. Naked but flaccid, Adam was still quite a sight; the members of the gym who saw him stopped to stare and made suggestions that ranged from risqué to downright pornographic. Ralph scooped up all the clothes and vanished, leaving Adam with the leering crowd. Most of them didn't know him and didn't know about his twilight shenanigans. The men stopped, stared and patrolled around him - taking in every inch of his teenage body. He was tempted to tell the dirty bastards that he was only seventeen but the attention was flattering and Adam was feeling insecure - having upset Robin, been rejected by his dad and forever manipulated by Mr Anonymous. Adam wanted to be adored, just for a moment. Adam cupped his penis and testicles but the men still ogled him with hungry eyes. Left to his own devices, and feeling less adored than stalked, Adam started his work. Adam expected he would be kept naked for the entire shift but was surprised when Ralph sought him out less than ten minutes later. Adam was already in the locker room and bending over to retrieve discarded towels one at a time - per the request of them men occupying the locker room. Adam felt like he had no control when given instructions by Mr Anonymous - and by extension the people who seemed to support him - but he could take some satisfaction from the admiration he seemed to receive when naked, exposed or sexualized. "Here you go, Adam," said Ralph who handed him a small slip of material. Adam's penis had chubbed up while waiting for Ralph to walk in. For the briefest of moments, Adam felt happy to be given something to wear but was disheartened to discover it was one of those ridiculous thongs that cover only one hip. Adam slipped his left leg into the slip of clothing; he hauled it over his thigh and hitched it around his penis and testes. The material followed the inguinal line, and slipped up the crack of his arse leaving the cheeks exposed except for a thin band over the left cheek. "How is this a remotely appropriate thing for you to ask an employee to wear as a uniform?" Adam asked grumpily. Adam's mood was like water at its triple point; simultaneously annoyed, horny and scared. Adam was peeved to not be a part of Robin's victory over his dad and scared that he continued to capitulate to Mr Anonymous' scenarios. Ralph smiled as if surprised to hear Adam object. "You're a valued member of our team, Adam," Ralph said for the benefit of the club members; "It's important for Gymno-Mania to exalt and exhibit the kind of physique that can be achieved by using out facilities." "Bravo, Adam." "Looking good, Adam." "Fuckin' hell." As testimonies went, they were all very congratulatory but still left Adam wearing something that only just covered his penis, left hip and a bit of his arse. His pubes were obscenely exposed - manscaping being required to traditionally pull off (metaphorically) the one-sided thong. "Let's talk more about it," Ralph said and led Adam out of the locker room and back towards reception. "I understood you were compliant," Ralph said with an edge to his voice. "Believe me, if I had a choice..." Adam started to say. "But you don't have a choice," Ralph interrupted; "We all do things we're not proud of. This is one of the things I have to do." "Why? Who is doing this to me?" Adam asked, hoping that Ralph might tell him where Micah refused. "Gymno-Mania has a distinguished patron and investor whom we are doing a favour by employing you..." Ralph said. "As long as you work here, you'll be wearing things like that and doing things like masturbating in the locker room..." As if Adam needed any reminders of the things he had done - so far - in the name of his employment at Gymno-Mania. "...As long as you're working here," Ralph repeated himself. For the first time Ralph didn't sound like a total jerk. It sounded like he was being given a suggestion. "What do you mean?" Adam asked. "Tim is on break just now, I want you to cover the reception," Ralph replied and walked away without giving Adam the chance to delve deeper. His time at reception lasted an hour and a half and had many distractions from many members who simply loved the uniform policy enforced upon Adam. Most of the late afternoon members were leaving, giving way to the early evening men who had seen him before but were, never the less, delighted to see so much of him. Some members hovered around reception instead of proceeding to their workouts for the exclusive purpose of checking Adam out. Adam found profoundly exposed - chest, nipples, arms, pits, legs and ass were all on show and the only thing (barely) covered was his dick. It was difficult to stay soft and every minute engorging of his dick was instantly seen. His circumcised head made a mushroom outline in the seat of the one-sided thong, embarrassingly stained with drops of pre-cum. A welcome distraction came when Shiro arrived - indeed several members seemed quite jealous that Shiro had such a positive response from Adam where their advances had been spurned. "That is an awesome piece of clothing you're almost wearing," joked Shiro. Adam chuckled and grinned. "Thanks. It's my uniform for today, I'm not sure it's really my thing," Adam replied. "Definitely not. You should take it off immediately," Shiro agreed, laughing. Adam looked down at the slip of material and saw only the vast expanses of bare skin, with the exception of the pouch containing his dick and balls and a band of material over his hip. No wonder the men kept looking. "Maybe later," Adam agreed. "I've not seen you since the Art exam... I've been meaning to ask how that came about?" Shiro asked. The Art exam had been fortnight ago and Adam felt lucky that it had gone largely unremarked - at the very least it wasn't all over school so the boys must be keeping it to themselves. Adam though he didn't want to explain how it came about but Shiro was disarming in a way that Adam had not expected to feel. "I'll tell you later," Adam promised. Later turned out to be another hour by which time the traffic through the atrium seemed to have quadrupled - had people phoned around to alert other member that he was in reception almost-naked? "You can take your break now, Adam. Tim will take over reception again," Ralph said. Ralph, Adam noticed, had been quite to expose and leer at him but he was also more sympathetic to Adam's plight than other enablers, though he still checked Adam out and he clearly had a hard-on. "The half tennis court is free if you wanted somewhere private," Ralph said reticently. Adam didn't notice Ralph's tone - he was caught with the idea of being alone with Shiro - except he wouldn't be alone, Ralph was reticent because the tennis court had a camera in it. Adam took the advice to heart and went looking for Shiro. As he walked, his dick half swung and half wobbled in its inadequate sling of material. By the time he reached the locker room, the one-sided thong had slipped, now gripping the top of his thigh rather than his hip, following the cleft of his left glute. His balls had hopped over the top of the pouch and his dick was thicker and longer, almost pushing the one-sided thong off; the top two inches of his cock were visible and the bush of pubes as exposed as if he were wearing nothing. Adam pulled the one-sided thong back up and cursed his semi-arousal. Luckily Adam found Shiro as he was about to step into the shower - he was hot and sweaty and looked fucking amazing in a pair of white shorts and a t-shirt slung over his shoulder. The t-shirt partially covered a tattoo that Adam as apt to ask more about but he was distracted by the thought of... "Forget the shower," Adam said; "I have another workout for you." Adam took Shiro by the hand - past jealous eyes - and headed for the half tennis court; Shiro grabbed his backpack on the way. It was empty and cold and out of use to regular members for the weekend - having been repurposed for a competition. There was a score board at the far end of the room, a few discarded water bottles that hadn't been cleaned up and an errant tennis ball in the non-volley zone. "What are we doing here?" Shiro asked as he dropped his t-shirt and backpack on the floor. Perhaps if his dad hadn't sent him away that morning or if Robin had said yes when Adam had asked him out three weeks ago; or if Mr Anonymous and Micah weren't controlling him for a malign purpose, the following events would never have happened. But Adam felt rejected and dejected and so he kissed Shiro's lips grabbed his ass. Shiro enjoyed the overture and added a little tongue to the mix. Adam felt warm hands on his arms and then his back; Shiro's hands slipped down towards Adam's ass and they both stiffened. Adam's erection was all the more obvious for being so poorly concealed. Adam felt Shiro lightly snap the stretchy material of his one-sided thong and then looked up into hungry eyes. "Remember how you asked me to call you?" Adam asked. "Yea?" Shiro answered with the sweetest of grins. "Ring, ring," Adam said. Shiro smiled softly; "What is this? What's going on?" Adam's face fell a little. "Do you still want to..." Adam's eyes dropped bashfully; "Well, do you maybe wanna... go out sometime?" "Yea," Shiro answered simply. "Cool." "And I also want to do this..." Shiro added and then pulled the thong to liberate Adam's cock. It bounced quite happily and the one-sided thong gripped uselessly to the top of Adam's left thigh. Shiro held Adam's full-blown erection in a firm grip before beginning a hand-job that Adam was more than happy to receive. "I thought this kind of thing was more of a third or fourth date kind of thing?" Adam teased. "Adam, we're teenagers... this kind of thing is a whenever you can get it kind of thing," Shiro answered. They both sniggered and then kissed again. "I'll give you anything you want," Adam whispered into Shiro's neck as he kissed toward the collarbone. Shiro pulled back a little and looked at Adam with beautiful chocolate brown eyes. "I'm a virgin, Adam," Shiro admitted and when Adam did not reply, he added; "I've got protection with me." Adam was taken aback which seemed to amuse Shiro. "What? I didn't think a boy who runs around his workplace almost naked and jerks off in a classroom would be so easily shocked," Shiro jested. Did Adam look shocked because Shiro was a virgin or because he wanted to lose his virginity to someone he hardly knew? Adam knew he was good looking, the arrogant boy in him told him that was why Shiro was happy on the second count, which meant his surprise was rooted in the former. "I guess I'm surprised you're a virgin. You're so beautiful," Adam said. Shiro's skin was a darker shade of brown than Adam's and he had soulful brown eyes and black hair - all of which made him irresistibly alluring. "I'd say I've been waiting for the right person..." Shiro started to say. "It's ok if you don't want to do it with me," Adam butted in. "But it's just sex. Let's do it, Adam. I want to if you want to," Shiro said. "I always want to," one of them whispered. Shiro barely waited for an answer; he had dropped his shorts and stepped out of them and now wore only his trainers. In a way, Shiro's attitude was a refreshing change of pace from the conversations, the angst, the agony and the melodrama of the past few months. Shiro was hard, his dick poking out from his groin; he was uncut and his erection was five and half or perhaps six inches long. Shiro pulled out a condom from his backpack and tossed it to Adam and then tossed his towel and clothes onto the hardwood floor to make a makeshift mattress. No-one likes blisters on the bum. Adam retrieved lubricant form Shiro's backpack while the Japanese boy lay on his back and brought his knees up. Shiro could feel his heels make contact with the bottom of his buttocks, then he spread his legs and opened up access to his anus. Adam knelt in front of Shiro with an aching cock and aimed for the virgin ass hole. Adam had been having sex since he turned sixteen; all of with men in his father's employ, which was kind of sad when he thought about it. However, Robin was the first of those people who he had loved - he didn't know who Teen Titan was at the time, but the feeling belonged equally to the person in the mask and the person beneath it. Shiro was not Robin, but he was a magnificent boy and the first person with whom Adam had had sex that his father hadn't essentially paid for. Which, again, was sad when he thought about it. "I've never had sex with a virgin before," Adam admitted as he pressed harder to get into the tightest hole he'd ever felt. "I expect it's much the same as any other ass you've fucked," Shiro reassured; "You're doing great. This feels... fuck." Adam slowly slipped his whole cock inside Shiro and proceeded to buck his hips, pushing in and pulling out and watching Shiro to see what worked best for him. "You said you like ass-play," Adam recalled from their first encounter. Shiro's moans of pleasure interrupted any further comment by Adam. The boy took his own cock and started to jerk it; Adam watched him and took notice of the nicely defined abs onto which the slim and lithe boy was about to shoot. Adam shut off his brain and thought about nothing but the feelings going though his sex organ, the friction and the warm cavern of Shiro's ass; the tight squeeze on his rigid pole as it slid deeper and the little lift of his hips that Shiro made when Adam's cock was half-deep. "That feels great. Keep going," Shiro breathed heavily. Shiro's skin was moist with stale and new sweat - so was Adam's - and the Japanese boy licked his lips as Adam picked up the pace. It was not the hardest fuck Adam had ever given, it was pleasurable and leisurely and Shiro whimpered with delight. Adam watched Shiro nuzzle his nose into his arm as he worked to suppress making any more noise that he already had. Shiro picked up the pace of his masturbation, signally to Adam that his climax was close; then he shot a load of cum on himself even before Adam was ready to burst his own nuts. Shiro slumped back but his hand slid over his abdomen and played with the pool of cum that gathered there. Adam was not too far behind and as he came, Shiro tightened his sphincter to make the orgasm even more intense. Adam waited until he was totally spent before pulling out and taking a moment to enjoy the blissful but breathless calm. With his eyes still closed, Adam tied a knot in the condom and grinned when he opened them because Shiro almost looked asleep - naked, on his back with his knees hitched up and cum on his tummy. Adam slipped the used condom into Shiro's bag - a cheeky gift for him to find later - and leaned over him. Shiro felt Adam's looming body and opened his eyes, dropped his knees and lifted his head to kiss Adam's lips. "Well, that definitely wasn't your first time," Shiro said; "You sure know your way around an anus, don't you?" Adam almost giggled and he lowered himself on top of Shiro to bring their bodies into complete contact. Adam was heavy, but the joining was very pleasant; Adam felt Shiro's cum shared between their abs and torsos and Shiro felt softening dicks shift against each other. Shiro rolled Adam off so they were lying on their sides and they kissed a little longer. "I've been around my fair share of assholes," Adam answered once his tongue was available to form words. "And you've had sex before too," Shiro provided as a punch line. "Ha ha," Adam said. They both shivered and while Shiro made himself decent enough to return to the locker room, Adam pulled up his meagre clothing which had remained bound around the top of his left thigh during intercourse. "Why do you wear that thing?" Shiro asked. "Beats being naked," Adam responded. "No, I mean... why do you wear that or any of the things I've seen you wear when you're working here?" Shiro asked and he wasn't done with the questions; "Why are you naked and or hard sometimes and why did you model for your own school's art class? Are you a nudist or an exhibitionist?" "So many questions," Adam mocked to deflect as many as possible; "It's complicated," Adam answered succinctly. "You said you'd tell me later... this is later?" Shiro countered. Adam was surprised to hear himself answer the questions. On reflection, Adam figured he had wanted to tell someone; all the people he knew from Robin and Arthur to his dad were too close to be viable options. Shiro was someone he could tell because he was removed from the life Adam had lived up until this moment. "It started because I was scared and stupid and I let the threat of being outed make me even more scared and stupid," Adam said. "I don't want to come out. I don't want people to know I'm gay... I just don't want all that." "Your secret is safe with me," Shiro assured him. "Well it wasn't safe with someone. Whoever that someone is has made me do more and more stupid things... I don't even know why I'm still doing stupid things," Adam said. He'd been so wrapped up in Robin's problems lately that he hadn't thought much about his own - the fact he was being blackmailed, ostensibly abused and sexually exploited. "What happens if you stop doing the things?" asked Shiro. "I don't know," Adam answered honestly; "Nothing good, I think." Would Mr Anonymous really use the material he had gathered so far to out Adam or humiliate him in front of all his peers, or the entire community... what would happen? "Seems to me whoever is doing this is relying on you doing as your told. He can only tell everyone once, right? Maybe you should call his bluff?" Shiro suggested. "And if he's not bluffing?" Adam asked. Shiro shrugged unhelpfully. Adam chuckled; "Everyone is full of helpful advice today." Adam stopped as the words left his mouth. He was thinking of something Ralph had said earlier and suddenly realised what the reticent man was trying to tell him: "As long as you work here, you'll be wearing things like that and doing things like masturbating in the locker room... As long as you work here." Adam knew what he had to do. Adam was decently dressed, his bag over his shoulder and his car keys in his hand as if impatient to get going. "I'm not sure I understand," said Hamish who had arrived to take over from Ralph for the late shift. "I think what he said was pretty clear," Ralph offered. "I quit," Adam repeated himself. "I heard you. I just don't... you don't want to do this," Hamish warned him. Hamish looked a little bit frightened but not for himself, however Adam had made his choice. "I call him Mr Anonymous. Do you know who's doing this to me?" Adam asked. Adam felt liberated by the first brave step of defying Mr Anonymous. "No. I mean, he's a patron who invested in Gymno-Mania when we were starting up but I don't want to know who he is," Hamish replied. "I know enough that you don't want to fuck with him..." "He's been fucking with me long enough. I've had enough. It's time to see what he'll do if I don't play along," Adam said. The two managers went quiet - Ralph smiling slightly and Hamish grimacing. Hamish's grimace told Adam all he needed to know - Mr Anonymous was going to be fucking furious. But Shiro was right - Mr Anonymous could only destroy him one and having done so had no other play to make. Adam was willing to bet Mr Anonymous was smarter than that, which in itself was worrying. Hamish's grimace said more than that - Adam didn't know that the indoor half court had a camera set up for the tournament and his sex with Shiro had been recorded. Adam might have taken bravery pills, but Hamish had no intention of standing up to Mr Anonymous. More than that, he had no reason to. It wasn't his problem, but it would be Adam's. "Good luck, Adam." The sense of freedom was profound and wonderful. To feel like this, Adam would do the day all over again exactly the same way. In the car park Adam found Shiro standing in the drizzling rain. "I thought I'd hang around for moral support," Shiro offered. "I appreciate it," Adam answered. "How'd it go?" Shiro asked. "Too soon to say, I think," Adam replied and he knew the consequences might take time to be reaped - but there would be consequences. "Did you like any of it? Not the part where you've been horribly mistreated but... the nudity and the sex with me and the body worship of lots of gays... did you like it?" Shiro asked. "I... if I did, that doesn't make it ok?" Adam replied carefully. "I don't know. Probably not. I just ask because..." Shiro paused nervously. "What?" Adam asked with a suspicious smile. "I have a cousin who's getting married to his boyfriend in a few months..." Shiro said carefully. "Yes?" Adam replied, thrown by the apparent non sequitur. "And I wondered if you'd like to be a part of his stag do?" Shiro said with an impish grin. "I've just escaped the hands of tyranny," Adam protested jokingly. Shiro shrugged. "I'll think about it." It had been a very long day, most of which did not bear repeating, but Adam had one last task to complete. Adam already knew Robin's new address, he was one of the few people - aside from whomever Robin himself chose to tell - who knew where the boy was living now. Something had been on Adam's mind since he had last seen Robin that morning; Adam's day had taken a bit of a turn in the middle but despite the growing something between himself and Shiro, his feelings for Robin ran deep. Adam knew he wouldn't be able to sleep without checking in. Adam rang the doorbell and waited... When Robin answered the door to his new flat - set up by Mr Aziz - he was barefoot in a pair of comfy bed shorts and a t-shirt "Happy birthday," Adam said. Robin grinned when he saw Adam - balloons floating beside him - and he appreciated the remembrance. "I'm impressed you remembered," Robin commented. They hadn't been friends for more than five years; usually Adam struggled to remember birthdays without the help of social networking reminders. "Of course I remembered," Adam said gently; "I always remember." Robin smiled wearily - touched, impressed and grateful. "Do you want to come in?"