Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2019 18:06:02 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Thirty Do As You're Told Chapter Thirty: That's What Friends Are For 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. WARNING: this chapter contains scenes that some might find upsetting. WEDNESDAY 3RD APRIL 2019 All hands to panic stations! Monday (April Fool's Day) had marked four weeks until school ended and two of those weeks included the Easter holidays so there was a certain fraught and rushed feel to the week. Adam had half expected Micah to come up with some horrible scheme for April Fools but nothing had materialised. With everything else that had been going on, Adam had hardly noticed the changing of the seasons. He was wandering to school when he realised that bare winter had changed to spring and gentle odours led his steps astray - the smell of freshly cut grass mixed with car exhaust. Adam found it best to try and avoid thinking about the things that panicked him, but that was hard when the school came into view; it lurked on the horizon and seemed to loom over him just like Micah had the day he... There was less than four weeks of school left before the exam timetable began and every day counted. Never the less, this week had been scheduled for Coalwater High School to run a mental health awareness week. Each day was dedicated to a different aspect of illness, providing sympathetic advice or counselling or information to anyone who needed it. Today the focus was on body dysmorphia - an obsessive preoccupation with some aspect of one's appearance. When Adam's phone vibrated in his pocket, his heart sank - somehow he knew it was from his enemy. Adam had been avoiding Micah since Monday the eighteenth of March - it was 16 days now since Micah had had sex with him. What Micah did, as Adam's brain had called the incident. What Micah did! Adam's skin still crawled and he still blamed himself for it; he still felt ashamed and sick and wrong. At school, Adam had seen Micah only in passing and while they had spoken briefly at Boy Appétit there had been no physical contact between them. Adam had largely been granted a reprieve from Micah's intimacy, except for the flashbacks and night terrors. Adam knew that reprieve was over when he read the message from Mr Anonymous. There were days when Adam scarcely remembered Mr Anonymous had any part to play in this, that beyond Micah someone had orchestrated all the horrible things that had happened to him. But why? Mr Anonymous: [Come to the Home Ec corridor. Now] Adam didn't even bother to ask why but he received a follow-up as if he had protested. Mr Anonymous: [Do as you're told.] Attached was a picture of him on his knees, ass pointed towards the camera and looking over his shoulder also towards the camera. It had obviously been taken in Boy Appétit when he's gone in search of his singlet. The picture was obscene - displaying Adam's total nudity, his dangling genitals and his puckered hole. The Home Economics rooms were on the other side of the Huddle Hall, Adam passed through it and into the corridor running along the side of the packed social space. Turning at the end of the corridor Adam found no-one and so waited for Micah to arrive. It was early o'clock, registration class was still half an hour away, when Micah came swaggering towards him. Adam used to swagger, what had happened to him? Micah stopped right in front of Adam with a big grin on his face. "After you," Micah said. Adam didn't want to be alone with Micah Dinberg so he put as much distance as he could between them. Adam was glad the blinds were closed as the windows looked out into the Huddle Hall; though he could see the silhouettes of the boys and girls of all ages milling about and waiting for the first bell of the day. "Mental health awareness," said Micah said with a smirk. "I didn't think you had any," Adam muttered bitchily. The smirk became a scowl. "Very funny," Micah answered bitterly. Adam wasn't sure if he had just made things worse for himself but he definitely hadn't helped. "Body dysmophia disorder or BDD describes a disabling preoccupation with perceived flaws in one's appearance, flaws that are usually unnoticeable to others. It's often characterised by excessive self-consciousness..." Micah sounded half-way human as he spoke about the disorder. The other half sounded like a robot reading a Wikipedia page. "So what?" Adam interrupted - he must be getting told this for a reason. "So, confident people have the obligation... no, opportunity..." Micah corrected himself; "The opportunity to help people who feel insecure and self-conscious." "Micah, can I go?" Adam asked exasperatedly. "Sure. Just take your clothes off first," Micah said. The smirk was back. "What?" "Take off your clothes," Micah repeated. "Why?" Adam protested. "Body dysmophia disorder or BDD describes..." "I heard you the first time! And since I was in the same health class, I heard it the time before that too," Adam said brusquely. "We want you to take your clothes off and show off that wonderful body of yours," Micah laid out his demand. "We? It's hard to tell whether it's you or Mr Anonymous talking to me," Adam said. "No difference," Micah pointed out. Adam wondered if that was true; was Micah so entwined with his puppet master that there was no telling them apart? Was Micah so cruel and detached from reality? "You are going to be the mascot for BDD and if anyone asks you why you're nearly naked, you can tell them it's to raise awareness and demonstrate confidence with whatever body shape you have," Micah said. "The school will never let me... nearly naked?" Adam stopped midsentence - usually being told to strip meant being bare naked. "Yea. You can leave your undies on," Micah replied. "The school will never let me do this," Adam protested. "I have it on good authority they will if you sell it the right way," Micah retorted. "Good authority?" Adam asked. Was Mr Anonymous someone else at the school? Someone with influence or at least insight? Micah knew he'd misspoke and had no choice but to plough on and hope Adam didn't make any more connections. Even if Adam did have questions, Micah wasn't going to answer them. "They let you model naked. And by the time they haul your panty-assed arse into the office it'll be too late. To make you dress would stomp all over the message you're trying to sell to people. To tell you to put clothes on will be to tell people their bodies are something to be ashamed of..." Adam felt deaf to the rest of the plan; he was speechless at the audacity of what had been dreamt up by My Anonymous and Micah. Worst of all... it might just work. "Hurry up and strip already," prompted Micah; "This class is used for a fourth year registration class so unless you want an audience of fourteen and fifteen year olds, you need to shake a leg." Adam pulled off his school blazer and placed it on the nearest stool; he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt so they were placed atop the pile. Micah wolf whistled - not insincerely - and Adam gave him a cursory glance but he didn't want to be complimented by Micah. Adam kicked off his trainers and was glad he had flouted the official uniform code - dress shoes, no trainers, with school uniform. Strange that he should fixate on a detail like that, almost funny that he should think; I don't want to look stupid in dress shoes with underwear. Adam pulled off his trousers and made to slip his trainers back on but Micah stopped him. "Socks too," Micah said. Adam didn't blink - he sat, pulled off his socks and then put his trainers back on. The socks went on the very top the pile which Micah took across the room to deposit in the storage cupboard behind the teachers desk. Adam was mortified to know he would soon be seen by everyone in nothing but a pair of black briefs - boxers would at least have saved a little face, but little pants? He'd never live it down. "What's the point?" asked Adam. "Of what?" Micah replied as he crossed the room. "Of this? All this? Why are you still doing this to me? Why am I doing this when it's almost as bad as the consequences of not doing it?" Adam nested questions within questions like matryoshka dolls. "The point is because Mr Anonymous wants it," Micah replied. Micah was careful not to reveal Mr Jones to be Mr Anonymous, he had already sailed close to the wind by identifying Mr Anonymous as a good authority. Adam couldn't help but think that the answer to his question answered nothing - did Micah not know why Mr Anonymous was doing this? "Do you want to know why I'm doing this? At first it was because I thought you were an asshole who deserved it. And now I enjoy making you squirm and making you... well, just look at you. Fuck me, I'd bend you over that desk right now if we had the time." Adam was glad they didn't have the time. "And as for why you chose to obey rather than take the consequences... I guess it's 'cause you're a homophobic gay boy who'd rather be humiliated in his pants than be outed as a poof or be seen in pictures with your naked ass in the air or in video fucking boys or..." "Please help me put an end to this, Micah," Adam pleaded; "It's not too late to tell me who Anonymous is. Give me a fighting chance to..." "No!" Micah interrupted, "I could help you. But I won't. Now make fucking sure the Head Teacher doesn't make you get dressed or there'll be hell to pay." Adam felt dread crawling up and down his back. Any moment now he'd have to step into the hall; even if there was no-one there, there would be someone in the next corridor or in the Huddle Hall or in the stairwell and absolutely certainly in his registration class... Adam lifted his backpack and slung the straps over his shoulders. He was tempted to carry it in front of his privates but what difference would it make in the end? He'd still be nearly naked and the plausibility of why he was doing this would be dashed. Adam realised that it was not just teachers he'd need to fool but everyone - his friends and sort-of-friends, Robin - whatever he was now - and all his classmates. Stepping into the Home Economics corridor was easy enough. Adam strolled casually towards the intersection - he could go right back towards the huddle hall or straight on and up to the first floor. He chose the second option, once on the first floor he'd be farther from his registration class than if he'd cut through the Huddle Hall but at least there would be fewer people to watch his walk of shame. "What the fuck?" Adam groaned inwardly - one of the people he didn't want to have to explain this to on a one-to-one basis was ahead of him. Carlos had never forgiven Adam for throwing him against the wall two and a half months ago; he'd deserved it and made no big deal of the confrontation in order to save face but their friendship had become, at best, passive aggressive. "Hi, Carlos," replied Adam breezily. "Did someone steal your lunch money?" asked Tomek, his sidekick in Nike armour. "Dupek," Adam replied in Polish as he painted on a grin. "And also your dignity," Carlos sneered. "Asshole," Adam responded - the same word he'd given Tomek in his native Polish. "Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Carlos said with disgust. Adam actually felt bolstered to defend himself with the very excuse he had been primed with. "Body dysmorphia is a serious and sometimes disabling distortion of one's self-image," Adam replied - where the hell had that come from - "If dressing like this for one day can show people they can be comfortable with who there are, it's worth a little discomfort." Carlos nodded sympathetically and then said: "Discomfort, eh? I'll set you up with a wedgie when you least expect it then." Adam pushed through the double doors on the first floor landing to the sound of their laughter. The sound of mirth faded in and out as the double doors swung closed and then open again - carried by their own momentum - and finally closed again. Adam was glad those goons had bought his excuse, it was part of the way to persuading everyone else. "Adam?" "Frack," muttered Adam as he spotted Arthur just ahead. This was going to be a tough sell. "I can explain..." Adam began. "The creeps who have been blackmailing you, abusing you, molesting you and generally acting like sexual deviants have made you do this or blah blah blah whatever. As if it matters when you're running around school in your knickers," Arthur had summarised things rather well. "Can we not call them knickers?" Adam begged. "Drawers? Pants? Briefs, frillies, undies, kecks, smalls..." Arthur was building up steam. "Fuck, just call them knickers and shut up," Adam said moodily. Arthur shut up. "Panties," Arthur added. Adam couldn't help but chuckle at the petty addition and Art smiled too. "I'm pretending this is for the body dysmorphia awareness day," Adam explained. "That makes perfect sense," Arthur replied; "Your body is nothing to be ashamed of and neither is anyone else's." "Exactly," Adam agreed. Arthur hit him on the head. "Do you even hear yourself?" Arthur asked exasperatedly and left Adam alone in the corridor. Adam would have liked Arthur's company, his friendship and charm to pull him through the hardship he was about to face. It wasn't like Arthur to abandon him like that - had he finally gone too far? Had capitulating to the demands of his tormentors pushed Arthur away in the same way he had pushed Robin away? Adam endured sniggers, pointing, whistling but remarkably few insults or taunts; perhaps it was his exposure combined with his five and half year history of being a fearsome bully (even if he had gone soft in recent months) that put people off risking offence. He'd been a bully and an asshole far longer than he had been mild mannered and kind. Adam jostled as he entered the room so the only seats left were at the front of the class. Mr Crane saw him the moment he entered the room and his eyes bulged like a cartoon character. Andy Crane was a cool guy but a nearly naked teenager in his class was outside his comfort zone. "Adam, why are you dressed like that?" asked Mr Crane. "Why are you undressed like that?" asked Nasser followed by a few laughs. "Quiet!" shouted Mr Crane. "I'm dressed like this to highlight body dysmorphia in a positive way. We all have nipples and bellybuttons and you don't need to be ashamed of the shape of your body," Adam replied to the teacher. Andy really wasn't sure what to do and was about to send Adam out the room to make him someone else's problem when the noisy hubbub of the room went totally silent. "Sorry I'm late," said Arthur from the threshold of the door; "I couldn't find anything to wear." Arthur leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe and was dressed only in his boxer shorts. Arthur strode boldly into the room, his broad chest puffed out with casual confidence. His chest sported a scatter of hair that made him seem older than his seventeen years. His legs were strong and athletic; his arms bulging with tight muscle and his boxers were loose so he could feel a little draft up the legs that cooled his balls. Arthur took a seat next to Adam while everyone in the class recovered. Adam felt an involuntary throb in his briefs when he saw Arthur in such an insane CMNM scenario. Adam pinched himself to check he was awake and not having an awkwardly sexual dream about his best friend. Nope. Still awake. Adam's exposure had been met with gasps, smirks and more than a little lust; he had often been a show-off and a peacock but arriving to class in just his briefs had been a huge surprise. Arthur's arrival even more so - he was hardly reserved but he was not like Adam and perhaps that was why Arthur's near-nudity added credibility to the scenario. What's more, the two very attractive boys were all the hotter for sitting together while everyone one else in the class was in full uniform. "What the fuck are you doing?" Adam whispered harshly. "I'm helping you," Arthur replied. "How does you being in your boxers help me?" Adam hissed, emphasising the pronouns. "Right, I'm going to skip straight to Arthur Conway and Adam Mansouri..." said Mr Crane, interrupting the hushed conversation; "Are you both here?" "Here." "Here." "Good. Get out," Mr Crane said. Andy was blushing from looking at the barely-dressed teenage boys and embarrassed that he couldn't stop looking. Not that he was 'looking' at them. Not in that way. Not in an inappropriate teacher-grooms-pupil kind of way. But they were only wearing underwear and he didn't know where else to bulge. Look. He didn't know where else to look. "Get out?" asked Adam. "I think you both know you need to go see Mr Armitage," said Mr Crane; "If the Head is ok with... highlighting body dysmorphia in a positive way... then that's his choice but..." If there was an end to Andy's sentence it wasn't coming anytime soon so Arthur and Adam saw themselves out while the class saw their bums as they exited the room. Where else was there to look? "Ok, explain it to me like I'm stupid..." Adam began. "You are stupid," Arthur interjected. Adam went on uninterrupted; "Why are you wearing boxer shorts to school?" "'Cause I don't like going commando?" Arthur suggested. Adam put his head in his hands, exasperated at not getting sensible answers. "Art, why would you do this?" Adam asked, half amazed and half bewildered by the gesture. "Why-ever you're doing this, it's not by choice," Arthur said calmly as they walked down the corridor towards the stairs. "But this is my choice. It's my choice to be there for you and for you not to go through this alone." Shiro had a similar assessment of the situation and had made a similar overture for him to not go through it all alone. But Adam hadn't expected such a wonderful gesture of support from Arthur and it made him feel... Adam stopped in the middle of the empty corridor so Arthur stopped too. The next thing Arthur knew, Adam had thrown his arms around him and hugged him. As Adam pulled away he kissed Arthur's cheek. There was no-one in the corridor to see the gesture of affection but the guilty corner of Adam's mind was glad they had been unobserved. Always so concerned with what people think, Arthur would have said. What if someone saw it and thought he was gay? Obviously Adam was gay, but that's not the point. "Thank you. I don't deserve you," Adam said quietly, their faces close enough for Arthur to smell Adam's minty breath. "That's what friends are for," Arthur replied. They started down the stairs together, backpacks slung over shoulders and trainers slapping each step until they reached the ground floor. Adam gave Arthur a sideways look and couldn't help but smile. He saw what all the other students would be seeing all day - a hot boy at school wearing only underpants and the image was enticing, enthralling, amusing, arousing... "You aren't a little embarrassed?" asked Adam worriedly - at least he was used to unbridled attention. "Not really," confessed Arthur with a shrug; "I've got a nice body, great legs, a totally lean ass." Adam laughed, "You're unbelievable." "No, look, seriously," Arthur said turning to show Adam his buttocks which he promptly grabbed with both hands. "I'm not looking at that," Adam said half-heartedly. Adam had already peeked and Art did have a nice bum. Adam couldn't help but notice the way Arthur's boxers punched out with every step as his flaccid shlong collided with the inside of his boxers. "Bad day for loose boxers, Art," commented Adam with a grin. "My balls like air conditioning," Arthur replied. They spent quite a while waiting for and then meeting with Mr Armitage (the Head Teacher) who was, to his own chagrin persuaded by the boys argument. "We didn't ask because you would have said no," Arthur pointed out. "Of course I would have said no," Mr Armitage replied. "We felt this was too important. No-one should feel ashamed of what they look like. Movies and TV and magazines show an impossible ideal of what you should look like but we want everyone to know it's ok to look okay. We want to show people they don't need to change, or lie to fit in, or look or act like everyone else," Adam said. "Yea. I mean who would want to lie about who they are to try to fit in?" Arthur said neutrally but Adam detected the pointed sarcasm. Mr Armitage should have made the boys get dressed - but he was uncomfortable trying to make seventeen year old boys put more clothes on against their will (at least he wasn't a pervert trying to get clothes off of teenage boys). Besides, they spoke with confidence and insistence and the Head Teacher feared that if he did demand, they would refuse. And then what would he do? Send them home (in their underwear)? Suspend them (in their underwear, ooh, kinky)? What kind of example would that set? The man felt trapped by the boys and so he sent them out with a memo to all teachers following on their heels. Every class was the same - hoots, hollers, whistles, winks, nods, catcalls... The teachers maintained control as far as possible and the memo had clear instructions handed down from the powers that be: "All pupils are reminded that unwanted advances - this includes verbal and physical overtures - are unacceptable. Today's focus is body dysmorphia which means respecting other people for their bodies. You are also reminded that the use of mobile phones are prohibited in class and that images, including selfies, should not be taken during school hours. The sharing of images without the consent of the persons in those photos is also strictly prohibited by school policy." Arthur and Adam both knew their pictures would be taken sneakily - and overtly - many times by the end of the day. Indeed, Arthur tried to persuade Adam that it was a compliment. Arthur was even undaunted when Adam pointed out that their pictures would likely become a featured piece in the underground yearbook. The only exception to any teacher's dictation of Mr Armitage's memo came during third period, when Arthur and Adam were in separate classes. Adam's teacher was Mr Jones - if Adam didn't know better he would have sworn Rhys Jones sneered when he entered the room. Adam took his seat at the back of the class - Micah was in the row in front and turned to grin at him while the class filled up. Rhys had spent so long tormenting Adam from afar it was a rare treat to see it up close rather than just in pictures or shaky video. It had been a similar thrill when he'd watched Adam modelling nude for the Art and Design prelim three months ago. It wasn't that Rhys fancied teenage boys - there were easier ways to seduce seventeen year olds than this campaign - but he appreciated Adam's conventional attractiveness. It made his revenge sweet to know the audience was receptive and keen. Rhys grinned at the opportunity to embarrass Adam; he was clearly more comfortable now that his best friend was also running around in his underwear but Arthur wasn't there to facilitate the comfort zone at the moment. Rhys was working on other ways to upset Adam's sense of ease and control over proceedings. "Adam, come to the front of the room please?" said Mr Jones. He hadn't yet closed the classroom door and out the corner of his eye he saw a few younger boys stop when they saw Adam in just his briefs approach the front of the class. Rhys pretended not to notice that the door was open or that passing students could stand to watch; he wanted more to witness Adam's humiliation through passive aggressive belittling. "In a moment I will read a memo from Mr Armitage but first I wanted to explain why Adam here has come to school in his pants," said Mr Jones. Adam winced at the use of the pants - the British equivalent of mean American jocks calling you out for wearing tighty whities - while the class half gasped that a teacher had said it and half laughed at Adam for his predicament. "It's important for you all to know the reason for Adam running around nearly naked. He raising awareness of body dysmorphia, which we all know is the subject of today's mental health week focus," Mr Jones continued. Micah was enjoying the way Rhys was humiliating Adam by degrading and belittling him; then Micah watched as Rhys walked behind Adam, gripped the sides of his underwear and pulled them down to expose Adam's penis to the entire class. Adam was too shocked to move and by the time he thought to cover his penis and balls, Rhys had seized his writs in a tight grip. Rhys looked down at Adam's fine bare ass while the class contemplated Adam's full frontal exposure. Rhys couldn't let go of Adam's writs or the boy would cover up so he used his foot to stand on Adam's briefs and push them down from his knees to his feet. "Step out of them, Adam," Rhys said. "We'll give your pants away to a chubby kid." Micah stroked his cock as Adam stepped out of his underwear and was naked in front of the whole class. He could see Rhys pressing against Adam's back - his rock hard cock contained in his trousers was pressed against Adam's bare ass and caused Adam to start getting aroused. "Please..." Adam pleaded. It was too late, Adam was rock hard in front of the entire class whose attention was so fixed on him that Micah was able to more openly pleasure himself but rubbing his dick and leaking pre-cum into his school trousers. The idea of a teacher stripping a boy in class was so exciting that Micah contemplated releasing his boner but keeping it discreetly hidden under the desk. Adam's exhibition continued as Rhys pulled Adam's hands behind his back and held them both together at the wrist in one hand; the other hand reached around to further Adam's humiliation by jerking him off. The class was silent at the sight of their naked classmate and fully clothed teacher giving him a reach around... Micah tuned back into reality where Mr Jones was standing next to Adam and Adam still had his underwear on. "It is wonderful that Adam is so willing to show that there is nothing to be embarrassed about one's body. Here he is, topless and legs on display; his bare ankles and legs, bare arms and chest and back. The only part of him that are not exposed are his buttocks and his gentiles," Mr Jones drove home the point rather more strongly than a teacher should. The whole class were surprised by Mr Jones' language and demeanour. Adam in particular found himself looking at Mr Jones and wondering why he would talk like this. Was the man trying to embarrass him or highlight the very point Adam claimed he was standing up for? "Of course, this exposure is exactly the point that Adam was trying to make; to be proud of your whole body. So I hope you will all give Adam as much support as his briefs," Mr Jones joked and finally allowed Adam to take his seat. Micah wished his fantasy of a naked Adam had lasted a little longer but his display at the front of the room came to an end so Micah contented himself with the sight of Adam's bulge marching back to his seat at the back of the room. If it had been Micah, he would have pulled down Adam's briefs in front of the entire class. In the absence of such an event, he began to percolate a different fate for Adam... Micah decided that whatever plans he had for Adam would need to be discussed with Rhys. Mr Jones had never intended for Micah to know who he was, but Micah had no illusions about his place in things. "I have to admit, I was ready to cum just watching him walk into class in his briefs," Micah admitted. Micah had arrived uninvited to Rhys classroom as soon as the bell rang for lunch - they could hardly talk about Adam during class time. Micah was still thinking about pantsing Adam as he walked around the room. "What do you want?" Rhys asked, his tone making it clear he couldn't be bothered with the boy. Micah ignored the tone and responded sarcastically; "I just want to be loved." At this Rhys Jones did at least smile. "Are you getting lonely, Micah?" Rhys asked. Micah doubted that Rhys actually cared and he wasn't about to share his 'true feelings' even if Rhys did give a fuck. Which he didn't. "I wouldn't mind Adam's company again," Micah replied. "Feel free," Rhys said. Micah was happy to be sanctioned in this endeavour. Not that he couldn't have just gone ahead and done it anyway but he was cautious not to overstep the mark with Rhys; Micah was well aware of what Rhys' wrath looked like. It was what drove his campaign against Adam. Though Micah wondered why Rhys wanted to use, torment, humiliate and even - by surrogate - fuck with Adam. In this regard, Micah took a shot at learning more. "You could have Adam's company too," Micah said. Rhys looked up at him with a glassy expression. "I mean... I'll blindfold him for you, then he wouldn't know it was you. You could fuck him as hard as you like..." Micah began to say. "No," Rhys interrupted; "I don't fuck boys." "You fucked me," Micah said. "I don't want to fuck him like that," Rhys said; "That's not what this is about." "What is it about?" Micah asked. "None of your concern," Rhys responded; "Besides. Think about it. You've already fucked him. You want to fuck him again. How does my fucking him change things? Escalate things? How does it hurt him more to be fucked by me than by you?" "You've got a bigger willy then me," Micah said and giggled at his own reply. Rhys chuckled too. "I'm talking psychologically," Rhys clarified. Then he added; "I have something else I have in mind." "What?" Micah asked. For a moment he didn't think the teacher would respond but eventually he sighed as if making up his mind and spoke with a strange evenness. "I have a friend - an acquaintance - who makes an online web-series, been going for years now," Rhys explained. "He also makes pornography and uses actors in the soap to make the adult films. He likes to have what he calls proper actors having sex and he ties in the sex stories with the main soap opera. He thinks it makes it more real, more exciting." "You're going to make Adam become a porn star?" Micah asked with amazement. "Clever boy. I'm going to see to it he becomes a star for getting his ass fucked. Need to wait until he's eighteen of course but soon he'll be a pro and then I'll show..." Rhys stopped talking. "What? Tell me," Micah asked. "I think I've said enough," Rhys said unequivocally. "You never tell me why," Micah moaned childishly. "I think I've said enough," Rhys repeated himself. Micah changed tack and instead commented on the plans for Adam's stardom. "Having sex for money doesn't sound so bad," Micah observed. "The boys love it but only because they choose it. Adam isn't being given a choice. He'll do as he's told, like he always has," Rhys said spitefully. "I love it when you're a bad boy," Micah teased him. Rhys thought he was being made fun of but Micah moved fast and was on his knees with his hands on Rhys' thighs before he even had a chance to rebuke the boy. "I love it when you're a big boy too," Micah said as he slid his hands up Rhys' legs. Micah's hands turned and swept across Rhys' inner thighs and then cupped the meaty package between his legs. Without asking, Micah reached for Rhys' belt and pulled it open and then opened his trousers and kneaded the cock inside. Rhys' penis grew hard with minimal effort - it was less than four weeks since Malcolm had ended things but Rhys missed the opportunity for companionable release. Rhys missed not having a booty to call on whenever he wanted and though Micah was not his first - or second or third - choice for a replacement, he was convenient. So Rhys let young Micah pull his cock out of his underwear and leaned back as the teenager began to suck his cock. The boy was actually quite good - nice lips, a warm mouth, and decent use of tongue. Micah pulled the cock from his mouth and licked the pole from root to head, paying particular attention to the bulbous knob by licking all the way around it. Then Micah flicked his tongue across the leaking slit, tasting the basting juices of pre-cum. Micah was sensible enough not to talk or tease while administering his pleasure to Rhys' cock because saying anything could have broken the spell holding Rhys in his chair while the seventeen year old sucked him off. Rhys enjoyed the pleasuring but they weren't lovers and it was a stretch to call them friends; Micah was a convenient tool of Rhys' will and Micah was happy to be that instrument for as long as he reaped many benefits from that role. Besides Micah loved cock - Rhys' was a nice size (length and girth) and it was hot and throbbed inside his mouth. Micah wanted to make the older man shoot his load. In many ways Rhys' hands-off approach to Adam drove Micah's desire to bring Rhys down to his level. Sucked off by a teenager, the dirty bastard. Rhys felt his balls begin to churn and stir and he pushed his hips forward, catching Micah unexpectedly. To his credit, Micah didn't gag but the push to the back of the throat brought tears to the teenager's eyes. Micah was thinking about fucking Adam as he deep throated Rhys' dick and drank the hot cum that erupted from it. Dribbles escaped his mouth, slowly sliding down the shaft Rhys' cock and saved from matting his pubes by a last second flash of the tongue. Micah tidied up Rhys' cock and swiped a hand across his mouth. "You've got a tasty cock," Micah complimented him. "You've got a big mouth," Rhys replied. The double meaning made Micah smile; "Nah, my lips are sealed." "I've never felt so liberated," Arthur admitted. "Everyone thinks you're a fanny," Nasser told him. Adam and Arthur were flanked by Nasser, Tomek and Dominic as they headed to lunch. I had been a long morning and they were all starving. "I've received only positive feedback," Arthur rubber eared his friend. "I think you look like a fanny," Nasser reiterated with a laugh. "I've been asked out by twenty-three people today," Arthur said with a grin. "Twenty-three girls asked you out 'cause you're in your undies?" Dominic asked in surprise. "Twenty-three people," Arthur clarified. Adam was glad to have Arthur's support - he was surprised too by the overwhelmingly positive reaction. There were a handful of snarky comments but substantially they had been affirmative and or complimentary. Adam and Arthur were of course the centre of attention; the novelty failed to wear off because they really were top specimens of boy meat. "You got asked out by boys too?" Tomek said with an expression that looked like he's just sniffed armpits. "People," Arthur repeated and then chuckled; "Boys, girls, non-binary. You should grow up Tomek, we're all just people." There was a soft round of applause from those listening in and Arthur actually blushed at the recognition his offhanded but heartfelt retort received. Adam smiled almost sadly at his best friend, a boy who was straight and yet found it so easy to be an open ally, to speak without judgement or criticism. Arthur made it look easy to be who he really is and Adam wished he could find it so easy to come out. As it was, Adam was still loathed and terrified by the idea of coming out. Loathed and terrified of being further exposed than he was right now. He was also a little bit cold - he could tell because his nipples were hard. He was glad that after lunch there would only be a couple of hours and then he could get dressed again. The end of the school day could not come fast enough. At the same time, Adam had to accept the attention he had received was flattering. He obviously wasn't interested in the gooey-eyed glances of girls but the adoration was still flattering. Adam had succeeded for more than five years in downplaying the advances of girls and lying about his conquests. Days like today made it easy for him to perpetuate his image of being a stud with the ladies without actually doing anything. The attention of the boys had been harder to ignore - mostly he pretended not to notice. Adam envied Arthur's graceful acceptance of all attention. He made it look easy: "we're all just people." Having collected their lunches, Art and Adam found a table to sit at but the rest of their brood (who had walked in with them) deserted them - summoned by Carlos who was sat with psycho Stephen Wyle. "I got asked out by Arlene in third period," Arthur said. Adam had decided not to mention to Arthur the humiliation of being singled out by a teacher and made to stand at the front of the room for a mortifying few minutes during his third period. "Oh yea?" Adam asked with feigned interest. "Yea. She said her panties were wet from watching me in my boxers and asked if she could clean them on my washboard abs," Arthur added. "Gross," Adam commented but he was smiling and trying not to laugh. "Yea. Anyway, I'm thinking I might ask her to prom," Arthur continued. "Make sure she wears clean panties," Adam offered. "Ha fucking ha," Arthur replied with a big smile. "Hi Adam, Arthur," said Robin nodding to each of them. Adam found his throat catch to see Robin looking down at him, lunch tray in hand. They hadn't spoken since Adam had been a total asshole and sent Robin away. Cameron and Ben were close behind and Adam couldn't think what to say to the boy whom he so adored. Adored so much he had chased him away? "Hi Robin," Arthur replied and kicked Adam under the table. "Ouch. Hi Robin," Adam said. Robin found his eyes flutter away from Adam, unable to look at him again. He had not stopped looking at Adam all day and he'd resolved to make an overture to repair... whatever it was they were now. But now it came to it Robin couldn't think of anything to say beyond "hi" and he felt Cameron and Ben coming up behind him to retard his options for saying more. "What are you guys talking about?" asked Ben in a tone that was impossible to judge. It was a gentle reminder that Ben and Robin were... on a break? We Were On A Break! While they hadn't broken up after Ben intuited Robin's feelings for Adam, they certainly weren't what they had been. Despite the fact Ben had accepted Robin had feelings for someone else, the days since their last talk about it had stoked jealousy and suspicion in him. More so when he spotted the way Robin had been looking at Adam. Cameron said nothing but he wondered why Ben sounded so wary of Robin talking to Adam and Arthur. He wasn't to know that Ben and Robin were on the rocks. "He was just saying hi," Arthur replied for all the silent boys; "Also, hi Ben and Cameron." Ben liked the way Arthur smiled and felt softness come back into his mood. "You guys have done a really good thing today," Ben admitted. "It was kind of Adam's idea," Arthur passed along the credit - though the words "kind of" were the key phrase. "Credit where it's due, you really made a difference today," Cameron chipped in; "You've made everybody feel normal no matter who they are. You've helped people feel accepted. You should both be proud of yourselves." Robin wished he could just slip away. It was stupid to have approached Adam like this when they couldn't really talk, when they were still at odds, when he was still technically with Ben... "You got some good photos today, Ben?" asked Arthur. The shy photographer blushed and smiled because everyone knew he had been snapping pictures in classes and in between classes. Everyone also knew those photos would fill a feature in the underground yearbook. "I'm hungry. Can we hurry up and find a seat?" Cameron said. He prodded Robin in the back and the three moved along, leaving Arthur to chomp down the rest of his lunch and Adam staring at his almost untouched meal. A few seconds later, Adam stood up. "I'll see you in fifth period," Adam told Arthur. Art let him go, accepting he didn't want company for the time being. Arthur suspected it had something to do with Robin having come over to talk; despite him saying very little, it weighed on Adam. Adam had told Arthur he had pushed Robin away again, thrown his overture for help back in his face. It very much looked like guilt that rested on Adam's bare shoulders as he left the cafeteria. As he was left sitting by himself and didn't want to be a Billy-no-mates, Arthur lifted what was left of his lunch and carried it over to sit with Cameron, Robin and Ben. Arthur wanted to talk to Robin about Adam but there was no subtle way to signal this and it seemed uncouth to ask the other two to leave. "I hope you use Photoshop wisely," Arthur commented and then he gave a little nod and a grin to Ben's camera. Ben smiled in response; "Are you asking for any particular enhancements?" "Can you make my head smaller?" Arthur laughed. "Which head?" Cameron muttered suggestively and they all giggled because cock jokes are funny. "I've taken quite a few photos today," Ben admitted and then guiltily added; "I mean, not just of you and Adam..." "That's ok. I hope you got my best side," Arthur joked. "You only have good sides," Ben said and then blushed; "Actually, I should upload before lunch finishes. See you later?" Ben asked as he stood up and gave Robin a pat on the arm. It was just a friendly gesture to most observers but intimate to those who knew better. "Yup," Robin replied with a nod and a sad smile. "I'll come with you. I wanna see what you've taken," Cameron said. Whether Cameron deliberately and intuitively left Robin and Arthur alone to talk or whether he's just a pervert was hard to tell. "So how are you and Ben doing?" Arthur asked. "Is it that obvious?" Robin asked. In the library six weeks ago, Arthur had implied he knew about Robin and Ben's relationship, now Robin wondered if everyone knew. Robin had never, in all his years at school or all the years being bullied, even admitted he was gay. Was it obvious he was or did people just assume it because of the trajectory of his bullying? Or because Cameron had come out and they were best friends? Did people see him and Ben together and just know or was Arthur just astute? "Academically, I'm a bit of a numpty but I see people, Robin. You guys seemed kind of... strained..." Arthur observed. Robin was surprised enough that Arthur had inferred they were a couple without his insight that they were having problems. "How did you know?" Robin asked. Arthur shrugged unhelpfully because he didn't want to answer. Robin watched Arthur for a moment - Arthur is a good man, Robin thought. He also thought that if Adam didn't want his help, then maybe he'd accept Arthur's. "I found out some things about Adam a few weeks ago," Robin offered; "I wanted to help him. Did he tell you what he said to me?" "He told me he's been getting blackmailed. Pictures, humiliation, the kind of thing that gives you skint knees," Arthur said, going for euphemism instead of saying forced oral sex. "I know you offered to help him and he handled it badly. You told him to say no so he said no to you... I know that was hurtful, Robin." "He was a little more hurtful than that," Robin said stonily. "He threw it back in your face. I'm sorry he did that, he really is an idiot sometimes," Arthur said yet somehow sounded affectionate. "Is apologising for Adam your full time job?" Robin asked. "Yea, but I get dental," Arthur quipped. Robin laughed softly and the smile stayed on his face until he sighed. "Why?" asked Robin. "Why what?" Arthur retorted. "Why are you and Adam running around in your underwear?" Robin asked with concern; "Please tell me, is he ok?" "You wanted to help him but he wouldn't let you," Arthur replied; "This is me helping him. Adam has no control over this, but he's got me." "You're a good friend," Robin said. "And are you?" Arthur asked. "I tried. He doesn't want my help," Robin responded; "I would though. I would still help, in a heartbeat if... If he needs me, I'm here. If he wants me..." "Is that why things are strained with Ben?" Arthur interrupted. "Ben thinks... He thinks I'm in love with Adam," Robin said candidly. "Are you?" Arthur asked. Robin shrugged unhelpfully because he didn't want to answer. "Touché," replied Arthur. Robin didn't like to answer the question - he honestly didn't know the answer - but he also didn't want to commit himself when he knew that Adam had someone in his life. Robin had never even asked the boys name. What was Adam's boyfriend called? When Robin and Adam first spoke after he'd been exposed as Teen Titan, Adam had said: "you're all I have." Robin had felt the same way and yet since then they'd moved apart as much as they moved closer. Two steps back for every two steps forward. As for Arthur - he was reluctant to say anything else on the subject for a similar reason. He knew Adam and Shiro were intimate but was unsure exactly how deep their relationship was. Arthur felt in his heart that Adam would need Robin's support and friendship in the times ahead - what that would mean for Shiro, Arthur wasn't sure. "I don't really know. I've got so lost I don't know what I know anymore," Robin said. "It's all gotten kind of complicated. Who loves who, who knows what, who's doing what and why..." Arthur rambled; "At least The 100 has a Wikipedia page to keep me right, I don't know what the fuck's happening with you guys." Robin grinned again. "Tell Adam I'm not mad at him for what he said. Tell him he has nothing to prove anymore," Robin said. "I'm ready to be there for him when he is." "You should tell him. Why do you want to help him after the way he's treated you?" asked Arthur. "How would you behave if his pain was your pain?" Robin asked. Arthur was taken aback to hear his own words repeated back at him; the very question he had asked Robin in the library six weeks ago. "You're kinda incredible, aren't you?" Arthur complimented. Robin blushed. "Do you think I don't know why Adam said the hurtful things he said to me? About my shitty house and my bastard dad, about how I never fought back..." Robin stamped hard on his aching heart; "I know he said it because he's... wounded. But I won't take the blame for being a victim. And neither should Adam. " "I'm not even sure how to help him yet. There are things he hasn't told me. Until I know the whole story I don't know what to do," admitted Arthur; "But you'll help if you can? Even if he just needs another shoulder to cry on or ear to bend?" "That's what friends are for," Robin said. Mr Anonymous: [Second floor storeroom. Five minutes.] Adam looked at the message and gave the cafeteria a quick glance to see who might have sent it. Was Mr Anonymous watching him leave? Adam caught the eye of Stephen Wyle and Carlos who then laughed and looked away. Laughing at him? Was everyone laughing at him? Adam pushed those thoughts away. Paranoia was very unhelpful. He took the stairs to the top floor and headed for the storeroom, finding it unlocked and already occupied by the villainous sidekick Micah. Adam felt protected by the threshold between them and was reluctant to step into the storeroom. The Home Economics class offered a whole room of space between them but if Adam entered the intimate space of the storeroom he knew there would be nowhere to escape. "Get your ass in here," Micah commanded. Adam stepped into the room out of fear - ironically in spite of his fear as well. "Micah, please just let me go," Adam asked - he had pleaded before without success and would not beg again to be denied again... but his pride allowed one entreaty. "No," Micah replied. "I brought a toy for you to enjoy the rest of the lunch hour with. We've got a whole half hour for you to get to know Big Dave," Micah told him and then removed from his backpack a large black dildo. "You must be kidding," Adam replied. Micah gave Adam a withering look; "No, I'm not kidding. It's kind of funny, when Arthur took his kit off to back you up, it really put you in a comfort zone didn't it?" Adam looked away. "Arthur is a good friend. Not many guys would do that. Why did he do that for you?" Micah enquired. "Because he's a good man, the best man I've ever known, and he's my best friend. He didn't want me to go through this alone," Adam responded. "Cool. Anytime he wants to join you in this cupboard, he's more than welcome. He's the hottest straight boy in school... he is straight, right?" Micah wondered. "Yes," Adam replied listlessly. "Shame," Micah answered ruefully. Micah let the single word settle in the room before continuing. Adam knew he was lucky to have Arthur as a friend and Micah was right - Art was a very attractive man. As his best friend, Adam tended not to think about him in 'that way,' but seeing Arthur in his boxers around school had been... confusing. He'd have felt the same way if he saw any tall, handsome and athletic boy running around school in underwear. As if reading his mind, Micah said; "You've been running around school in just briefs all day... I've been looking forward to spreading your cheeks and putting this inside you," Micah brandished the nine-inch dildo. "Why?" Adam asked plaintively. Adam didn't know whether to show is fear or put on a brave face. Would showing his fear make Micah stop? Would bravery save face? Would bravery make Micah try harder to shake Adam to his core? "You're an asshole, Adam. But a very good looking one," Micah responded candidly; "Besides, I think Arthur would say no or I'd have invited him." Micah laughed as if it was a joke but Adam could see he meant what he said. Micah exercised his power and influence over Adam and wielded it not only to demonstrate he had it but also to bolster his own ego and malign heart. "Arthur would have said no? Ironic," Adam said critically; "So you do understand consent. You do understand no." Micah wavered briefly and then covered it with a snigger. "We both know you'll bend over because I tell you to Adam," Micah predicted confidently; "So bend over." "Why are you doing this to me? Haven't you had enough? Haven't you done enough already?" Adam asked. "You bullied boys, girls, Robin, me, gays, little kids, fat kids... you bullied them for over five years. You have a sudden change of heart and... What? You think you should be forgiven?" Micah asked. Robin had forgiven him. Easily. Automatically. The years of mockery and insult had been excused and Adam had indulged the notion that forgiveness could be easy and even unearned. Forgiveness could be given away because someone needed and because hatred was a curved blade where the harm done to others is returned on ourselves. Forgiveness doesn't erase bad behaviour but it offers the opportunity to be a better person and make up for one's mistakes. The difference between Adam and Micah was that Adam had regretted his behaviour and wanted to be forgiven. "You're making excuses. If I was such a shit person... and I was..." Adam admitted, putting a look of surprise on Micah's face; "You're supposed to be the better person." "I am a better person," Micah sneered; "Better than you anyway. Do as you're told and bend over or get out of here and reap the whirlwind." Adam knew in his bones that it was not an empty threat. Micah was not content with everything he had done to Adam so far and would not brook dissent. He would punish Adam as sure as he would fuck him with the dildo. Adam was damned no matter what; he felt defeated. It was easier to give in, simpler. Adam surrendered. That was the worst part. The surrender. He didn't fight, Adam surrendered. He submitted quietly, which is not the same thing as consent. Adam surrendered because he was scared. Didn't Micah understand that? How could he not care? Adam stepped past Micah and put his hands flat on the table at the back of the storeroom. Micah's hands trembled with anticipation - he set down the dildo beside Adam's right hand, leaving it deliberately and provocatively in his view. Micah then gripped the waistband of Adam's black briefs and pulled them down to his knees. Micah's fantasy of watching Adam naked in the classroom with Mr Jones looming behind him returned. It was a nice fantasy but Adam's pert little ass in real life was better than all imaginings. Micah put a hand on Adam's meaty buttock and savoured the pert round mound. "You have a great ass, Adam," Micah complimented genuinely. Adam didn't reply and Micah didn't care. Micah pulled his phone from his pocket and set it to record video, placing it strategically aside to capture the big moment. Micah lifted the dildo and squirted lube onto his hand, sliding his hand up and down the phallus. Micah got boned up just stroking the fake cock, though the sight of Adam's bare ass helped things considerably. To entertain himself, Micah put a slippery hand onto Adam's ass and worked his finger towards Adam's anus. His finger glided back and forth across the hole and Adam waited for Micah to go to the next level; his penis was flaccid but despite himself Adam felt a tingle of anticipation and sensual pleasure. It did not help to know that sexual arousal was a physiological response independent of desire. A straight man can get hard and cum if a man sucks him - not because the straight man is attracted to men but because he is aroused by physical stimulation. That is the key to homosexual orientation; if you really are gay you're able to fall in love with a man, not just enjoy having sex with them. Adam was gay. But he was not attracted to Micah. Micah was a cold and abusive apologist - a man who made excuses for his conduct, which at this moment involved pressing the tip of the long dildo against Adam's finger-loosened hole. Thankfully the dildo was not fat and girthy but still, the sensation of it entering broke Adam's heart. Adam breathed deeply as the nine-incher penetrated and his ass spread. Adam opened his legs farther - as far as was possible with his briefs still around his knees - and leaned over the desk to ease the insertion of the big dicked replica. Adam felt Micah reach around until hand found Adam's penis - he fondled Adam's balls and then tugged at Adam's dick until it responded. His hand was slippery and warm and soon Adam's cock was too. Micah hoped it was being caught by the camera on his phone but the ass-plundering was definitely being captured. The hard-on filled Micah's hand and delighted him so much he pushed the dildo deeper. "Do you like it hard and deep?" Micah whispered. "Take it out," Adam implored. "I've not even turned on the vibrator yet," Micah ignored him. "Stop." Micah removed his hand from Adam's cock in order to turn on the vibrator by twisting a knob on the opposite end of the dildo. It juddered to life and hummed inside Adam's ass, sending pulses through his prostate that made Adam bite his lip to suppress. Micah seemed to know he was on to something because he persisted with pushing the dildo deep and then pulling it out; he gave shallow pushes and then deep thrusts but enjoyed every moment of Adam's pleasure-filled distress. Adam was sweating now; it formed a thin film on his chest and back, trickled down his sacrum and over his buttock, it dripped down his thighs and followed a path through the concave back of Adam's knee. Adam even felt his moist armpits yield dribbles of hot and humid sweat. His cock bobbed just above the top of the table, hard and dribbling too - not with perspiration but pre-cum. The guilt of arousal while being violated was almost overwhelming. Occasionally Micah would push Adam over the table which trapped his cock between the surface of the table and his own shiny stomach. Fiction and frottage stimulated his cock and he knew he would cum from his unwanted liaison. Just like he had last time. Was he sick to cum from the interventions of a man he loathed? Was he a freak to respond like this? Behind Adam, Micah had managed to free his own hard cock and was stroking it behind Adam's exposed ass. He'd only needed one hand to manipulate the dildo so he used the other to loosen his belt, open his trousers and drop his zipper; all unheard over the buzz of the dildo. Micah hooked a thumb into the waistband of his hipster boxers and pulled it down to hook it under his balls. Micah grinned at the sight of his own cock head, glowing and swollen and just inches from Adam's hole. He wanted to stroke it off and cum on Adam's back but then a better idea came to him. Micah pulled out the dildo and Adam slumped forward with relief. Adam either hadn't noticed Micah recording or didn't show it but Micah still took great delight in picking up the camera to record the next moment. The dildo was longer but just as fat as his own cock so it wouldn't be too hard to... Micah touched his naked cock against Adam's hole and pushed inside. Micah had aimed the camera straight down - capturing Adam's bare back, his own unwrapped cock and the moment it slid inside Adam's ass. Adam felt it and tired to pull away, turn, twist but he was pinned in place by the table he was bent over and Micah behind him. "Micah, no." He had said no last time. "Shhh," Micah admonished him. "No. Stop it. Micah, stop it." Robin had told him to say no. Saying no hadn't helped. That wasn't Robin's fault, so why had he taken his anger out on Robin? Micah did not stop. He pushed his cock in to the hilt and began to fuck Adam's ass bareback. It felt amazing - not that he had much experience fucking but it was a glorious sensation. The recording of the beautiful moment would last a lifetime. The last time he had fucked Adam he had been wearing a condom so he had no idea that bareback felt so... "Oh. Fuck," Micah cried out and nearly spilled his seed after only a few seconds. Adam felt a tear fall down his face. Adam felt his cock involuntarily leak a little puddle of watery pre-cum. Micah pushed his cock all the way in so his pubes brushed Adam's sacrum - he pulled out one more time, feeling the friction stimulate his erection. Once more push in and he ejaculated. Hot cum shot from his cock and it felt amazing. Adam felt the moment arrive and was relieved the whole thing had not lasted longer than a minute. Micah pulled his cock out and saw sperm oozing, he replaced his own cock with the dildo, which squelched through the spunk and spread Adam's hole a final time. With cruelty, Micah placed the cum streaked dildo on the table for Adam to see and he was tempted to enter Adam again and go for a double orgasm but instead he grinned and pulled Adam's black briefs back up. He wasn't sure if enough cum would seep out of Adam's ass to leave a stain but it would be entertaining to find out. Adam swiped a hand across his face before turning around, determined not to let Micah see his tears. When he did turn, Micah was slipping his phone into his pocket and tucking his cock away inside his trousers. A second later Micah was on his knees; Adam didn't have the strength to fight. Did that make him weak? Was he complicit by not fighting back? Micah slipped tight lips over Adam's cock and began to give it tender attention. Micah's hands fondled Adam's balls and when his tongue got tired, Micah stroked Adam's dick instead. Adam felt an orgasm build inside himself but he didn't warn Micah so when he shot his load, it fired right into the back of Micah's throat. The boy chocked and coughed so Adam pulled back to deliver the second and third shots onto Micah's face. The jizz landed on Micah's nose and just below his eye, dribbling down his cheek and then hitting the chin. Micah didn't really seem to mind and he wiped it away with his hand. "Don't say I'm not good to you," Micah said while licking Adam's cum of his lips. Adam said nothing, but slipped his clean cock back inside his black briefs. Feeling totally defeated, Adam had nothing to say to Micah so pushed passed him and headed for the nearest toilets. Nothing else that happened today would be as bad as this. Surely nothing else could make him feel like this? In the boys toilets Adam had two priorities: 1) to throw up. 2) to sit and push Micah's cum from his ass. Adam sat with his mouth dry and tasting bitter with bile but his eyes were dry. He wanted to weep but couldn't. He thought he ought to feel pain but instead felt numb. His head hurt. Adam clenched his fists and in each fist he held a choice - he'd always assumed the choices were between two evils (tell and be exposed or comply) and he was choosing the lesser of the two by obeying. But that wasn't true anymore and it hadn't been for a long long time. Adam realisation was like a veil being lifted and suddenly things were clear: there was no lesser evil anymore. He had to tell. "It can't go on like this," Adam muttered to himself. Some reassurance after another episode of what Micah did: in the next chapter, Adam confide in someone. Over the next three chapters, Adam's abuse will end while Micah and Rhys will rue the day they started their campaign. Many thanks to all my correspondents for getting in touch, staying in touch or just saying hi. 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