Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2018 17:58:02 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Nine Do As You're Told Chapter Nine: The Night Manager 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. WEDNESDAY 14TH NOVEMBER 2018 Adam lay on his back, stroking his body with his left hand; his right hand was gripping his own hair and his lips were kissing the bicep of his right arm. His right arm was less into it than Adam was, but he persevered. It was dark and early in the morning. Adam's morning wood was pressing against the heavy duvet that still covered him and his eyes were closed as he tried some tongue against his imaginary lover. His bicep was taught and muscular - and covered in saliva. Adam hadn't looked at the time yet but his alarm hadn't rounded yet so he had time to reach under the cover - giving up on the bicep in favour of freeing up his right hand for an early morning tug on his cock. Adam spread his legs a little and pulled the duvet down with his left hand. His chest was exposed to the dark room, but Adam's eyes were adjusted to the dark so he could make out his bronzed chest and brown nipples. Adam was working up a rhythm on his cock and pushed the duvet down farther so he could look at himself in all his glory. Adam was very body-proud and had every right to be; he was young, athletic and attractive. He was vain and self-aggrandising too but no-one is perfect. Adam's naked skin tingled in the dark, the air in the room exciting the exposed areas. Adam jerked faster and closed his eyes again. Last Friday, Adam had met with Teen Titan again; Adam's feelings for the man were growing more complex by the week and they had only met five times. Teen Titan had talked about someone he studied with who was being an arsehole and Adam could tell it bothered his favourite person. It made him want to make Teen Titan feel better, so he did. Adam had slipped lips over Teen Titan's cock and sucked until... Adam's alarm disturbed the reverie. Friday night was obliterated and Wednesday unappealingly coalesced. With his throbbing member still in his hand, Adam turned off the alarm and his interest in finishing off his jerking was lost. Adam played with the tumescent organ for another minute before giving up and heading for the shower with a lot on his mind. Ten days had passed since Adam's embarrassing gym lesson. It was frustrating for Adam that it had been so easy to make him uneasy. He wore running shorts in P.E., big deal? But it had been a big deal! Adam had been embarrassed in the revealing shorts but he had lived it down without too much fallout - the advantage of being an unassailable figurehead at school. Almost unassailable! Arthur didn't make upkeep on his delusion easy. "What the hell was with those shorts?" Arthur had asked him They had just left school and Adam resented the ridiculous shorts sitting in his schoolbag. "What do you mean? They're just running shorts." Adam replied vaguely. "Yea, they're just running shorts... except you don't wear shorts like that. And they were really little... And if you wear them in the rain I'll be able to tell if you're circumcised or not," Arthur joked uneasily. "Then I won't wear them outside," Adam replied economically - he had hoped to close the conversation down. "You know what I mean," Art said. "You could just ask about my foreskin if you're so interested," Adam added, hoping to gross Arthur out of the conversation about his shorts. "No thanks," Arthur replied firmly. "You could wear them to the fundraiser..." Arthur cheekily offered. The very idea made Adam nauseated and he hoped to hell Mr Anonymous didn't demand that of him. A group of boys intended to raise some money for the sixth year common room by getting buckets of water thrown over them. Adam had to hope Mr Anonymous didn't make plans for him that day. "Look, are you ok? You've been a bit strange lately," Arthur said gently. Adam really couldn't handle his conventionally attractive heterosexual best friend being a shoulder to cry on. Adam wasn't that kind of guy even was he was being his true (not-obnoxious) self. Every time Arthur asked if he was ok, Adam said yes. He supposed it was sweet of Art to not believe him when it was obvious he wasn't actually ok. But Adam still didn't want to talk. "Art, do you think we could talk about something else?" Adam said tersely; "Chemistry maybe?" That was a low blow - Higher chemistry was one of the subjects that Arthur was particularly weak on. Arthur would have dropped it except his dad was a proud-parent with lofty expectations of his only son and Art didn't want to let his dad down. Arthur groaned; "Just thinking about chemistry makes me uncomfortable." "Now you know how I feel," Adam muttered. They talked about football instead. A week after the humiliating incident with the shorts and Adam was successfully pretending it had never happened while Arthur was successfully avoiding not asking further questions about it. There was however the ominous implications of his last communiqué with Mr Anonymous. Anonymous: [I want you to wear the shorts to an interview next Wednesday. I'll be in touch with more details.] Next Wednesday was now today and Adam was on tenterhooks. Adam had tried probing for more details but no reply had been forthcoming. In the ten days since he had been put on notice, Adam had fretted and dreaded the impending details. Of course, Adam responded to the tension in a calm and reasonable fashion. Only kidding, he took it out on other people... On Robin: "Fuck, is there a bad smell around here? Oh, no, it's just Robin hanging around like one." On Cameron: "Save your breath for your inflatable boyfriend." On Micah: "What did you do this weekend, get arrested for impersonating a human being?" On own friends: "You're masturbator's elbow must be killing you." The only time Adam had taken off from being an asshole had been Friday night. In the company of Teen Titan he had been peaceful and happy. In the five weeks they'd been together, Adam had developed very strong feelings. Adam had had sex with men before but never mistaken it for anything more than that; his feelings for Teen Titan were more than just lust. Besides, Teen Titan still hadn't put out. Adam was thinking about Teen Titan as he sat in his Maths class on Wednesday morning. Teen Titan had seemed distracted on Friday, but engaged as he always did in conversation and then intimacy. Teen Titan made Adam feel safe, true to himself and accepted. It was a ridiculous thing to feel for someone whom Adam had only been in the same room with five times; he didn't even know who Teen Titan was under the mask. It was easier not knowing - after all, Adam wore a metaphorical mask and the only time he took it off was at The Fourth. There was a fitting irony that Teen Titan donned as mask as Adam took his off. Adam enjoyed being the person he was when he was with Teen Titan. Having dialled up his obnoxiousness as he grew tenser about Mr Anonymous, Adam couldn't help but wonder what people would think of him if he left the mask off and stopped being a total dick at school. Worse, he wondered what Teen Titan would think of him if he knew the way he behaved around other people. Adam was leaving Maths - his second class of the day - when his phone vibrated with a message from Mr Anonymous. It was more than a week after the stupid P.E. lesson with the stupid shorts and Adam resented the disrespectful and lackadaisical treatment. Anonymous: [You have an interview at Gymno-Mania at 9PM tonight. Ask for the night manager.] Not even a: how are you doing? How rude. Gymno was Greek for something Adam couldn't think of at that moment. Adam had heard of the gym - and their very attractive but scantily clad staff - but never visited it. He was pretty certain he didn't want to visit it under Mr Anonymous' instructions. Adam: [What if I don't want to go? What if I decide to say no?] Adam received an image of himself topless in his stupid shorts. It must have been taken during the lesson but who could have taken it? That wasn't the most pressing thing in Adam's mind; the picture was exploitative. He was topless pressed against another boy. His nipples were showing and the face of his opponent was almost buried in his underarm. Adam was shooting the basketball so his body was stretched up and looked long, emphasising his slim waist and muscular torso. The picture revealed a bit of underarm and the shorts sagged just enough for the emergence of pubes; his thighs were also barely coved by the shortness of the shorts. Anonymous: [Chances are this will make it into the underground yearbook anyway but I wonder what else they might like to get picture of...] Adam didn't need to ask what Mr Anonymous meant; he knew quite nicely the bastard had naked pictures of him. Anonymous: [Go to Gymno-Mania for 9PM. Ask for the night manager. Do as you're told.] This time it was Adam who didn't reply - Mr Anonymous knew he had won. You're thinking you'd say no, aren't you? You're thinking that if it was you, you would either call Mr Anonymous' bluff or simply take the consequences of disobedience. Right? After all, every time you obey, you give him more ammunition. So you should disobey early on. You should resist at the beginning to stop it getting even worse. I mean, every time you obey you prove he can control you; thus, the more you obey, the more you will be compelled to obey again. The more instructions you follow, the bigger the pile of ammunition against you gets. So... you're thinking you'd say no, aren't you? You wouldn't. Fear, shame, naiveté, panic. You don't think straight. You think going along with it will make things easier or better. You can take back control later once you've had a chance to think. Except you don't think later - besides, later the hole you've dug for yourself is deeper than ever. You're thinking you'd say no? Would you fuck. Some people would, sure. Some people would put up with a drunk partner but not an abusive one, or vice versa. Some people say no. But manipulators don't target people who say no. Adam was a bit of dick. Cruel - outspokenly cruel - mean spirited, bad tempered, spiteful, insulting, petty, vindictive... he was the perfect target. All those negative qualities were so obviously a mask - obvious to Mr anonymous at least. That's why he chose Adam. Actually, there were other reasons why it had to be Adam, but those reasons made it easy. Adam had something to hide and people who have something to hide - and who wear a metaphorical mask to pretend they don't - do not want that something revealed. That was why Mr Anonymous knew Adam would go to Gymno-Mania even though it was a monumentally dumb thing to do. Just like wearing shorts that a hooker would think twice about putting on was a bad idea. Just like masturbating naked in the boy's toilet at school was a bad idea. Adam wanted to be wanted, he wanted to be loved for who he was but he was afraid to be that person. Adam also happened to like surrendering control - that was why he used the parlour. It had been surprisingly cheap to ferret out that little morsel of information from one of the guys who worked at The Fourth nightclub. So, Adam would not say no. Mr Anonymous knew Adam would not say no. Not because he was eager to please but because he was too scared not to. Mr Anonymous was pleased with himself because Adam acted like an asshole so he had it coming to him... was that a good enough reason to blackmail and humiliate a seventeen year old boy? Did it make him a righteous man? "It's a school night," said Aziz Mansouri. Adam's dad didn't really mind his son going out on a school night but he did mind the lack of respect that it had been sprung on him at the last minute. "It's ok dad, me and Arthur are just going to smoke cigarettes and drink Tesco-brand vodka," Adam replied cheekily. Half past eight wasn't late but the night was getting mature; Adam hadn't given much thought to what his dad would say. It was all dark out already - it was November after all - and now Adam was panicking that he wouldn't have enough time to get changed and get to Gymno-Mania in time. "Don't be sarcastic, son," replied Aziz. "Sorry, dad. Look, I'm just going out for a bit. I won't be too late," Adam replied. "Sorry I didn't ask earlier I was just busy finishing my homework, studying, doing my chores..." "Yes, yes, you're a good boy," his dad interrupted him. "Most of the time," Aziz almost added. Aziz had hoped Teen Titan would have mollified some of Adam's less attractive behaviours - so far he was not convinced it was a successful venture. "I went to see mum today," Adam said. Mr Mansouri went quiet. "Alisha was there, she's starting to show now..." Adam was talking about his sister who was pregnant. "Did you just use your mother to change the subject with me?" Aziz Mansouri asked. "No," Adam replied earnestly. "Really. I just... sorry." "You can go," Aziz said in a toneless voice. "Sorry," Adam said again. Adam paused for a long time while his dad refused to look at him and he wasn't sure if he was really forgiven or not. Aziz's questions had evaporated at the mention of Adam's mum, but Adam hadn't intentionally used her to distract his dad; clearly that is what his dad thought Adam was doing. "You're not too mad at me are you, dad?" Adam asked Aziz Mansouri finally looked at his son and realised he had been giving him the cold shoulder. "No, son. I'm not too mad at you," Adam's dad replied. They hugged and Adam departed in haste - he'd have to hurry to get to Gymno-Mania in time now. Gymno-Mania was a rather specialist sporting facility. It was a members-only gym and catered to an exclusively male, predominantly gay, clientele. Their main competitor was a franchise called the Symposium Athletic Club but Gymno-Mania had a unique angle to keep members happy. Rumour had it that membership to the gym was by recommendation by a current member only and therefore no guest access. Adam wasn't even sure if he would be allowed in the door. He rode his bike to get there in time - with five minutes to spare. Adam was wearing a track suit, with the dreaded shorts and t-shirt underneath. He hoped he could get changed inside the building. When he got to the door, there was a slot where one had to scan a membership card. There was no handle to turn which meant the lock - and by extension all access or exit - was electronically controlled. Adam peeked in through the glass of the door and watched the activity in the main atrium. Adam was sorely tempted to just turn around and leave but the implicit threat from Mr Anonymous prevailed. Adam found a buzzer and pressed it. "Yes, how can I help you?" asked a voice over the intercom. "Eh... Hi, I think I'm expected. I have an interview with the night manager?" Adam said. "Please wait." So Adam waited. It was cold and dark outside in late November so he was starting to feel chilled when the door unlocked from within and Adam was admitted. The warmth that embraced him was like the spreading warmth you feel when you piss yourself. Wait, there must be a better metaphor than that. The warmth that embraced him was like the spreading warmth you feel when you do shots (tequila, vodka, aftershock, jagermeister) on an empty stomach. Much better. "So, you're Adam? You come highly recommended," said the man who had answered the door. He was the same height as Adam but with short reddish-brown hair, a hipster beard and blue eyes. His name badge identified him as Hamish. "Highly recommended by whom?" Adam asked. "Come this way," Hamish replied in a very soft Scottish accent - Fife perhaps - that was really rather sweet. Adam noticed that Hamish had ignored his question. The atrium of Gymno-Mania was open-plan; the main feature was the reception desk, towards the back was the locker room and off either side were several doors into offices and workout areas. One of those workout rooms was wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling glass. Upstairs, overlooking most of the atrium - and also the pool - was the cafe-bar. Adam was ushered into one of the offices just off the main reception. Hamish sat down behind the desk and Adam noticed that there was no chair facing the desk for him to sit on so he stood and waited for something else to happen. "I thought you were going to wear shorts to this interview?" Hamish asked sedately. "I was told to wear them to this interview, yes. But I wasn't told I couldn't wear anything over them until the interview started," Adam said reasonably and Hamish smiled. "Take your tracksuit off," Hamish said. At The Fourth, Adam relished instructions like that. He loved surrendering himself to someone else's control - Toulouse or Karl Hung or Teen Titan - but he had control over that surrender. It bothered him that people had taken that control away from him. It bothered him that he complied - that he did as he was told. Adam slipped off his trainers and stood in bare feet while he dropped the tracksuit bottoms to the floor and slipped his legs out. He lifted his feet as he pulled each trainer back on and was relieved he was wearing underpants because if he hadn't been his cock would have emerged from the legs of the shorts. Since he had been told to take the tracksuit off, Adam also unzipped the top and took it off too. In his shorts and t-shirt ensemble Adam looked - broadly speaking - decent. The shorts were just running shorts and only looked ridiculous because of his long bronzed legs. Hamish just looked at him in silence and nodded with general satisfaction. "Let's go next door," Hamish announced. "Why?" If he was surprised to be questioned, Hamish didn't show it. He didn't even break his stride towards the door. "Because this is a gym and you are applying for a job in the twilight shift," Hamish said. "And because I'm the night manager and I've asked you to. Like I said, you came highly recommended and I want to see what the fuss is about." "Highly recommended by whom?" Adam asked again. "Come this way," Hamish said, ignoring the question again. "Do you use a gym, Adam?" Hamish asked as they left the office. Adam tried, but failed, not to notice the interest his legs and tight t-shirt were attracting from the men in the atrium. "Yea. There's some equipment at school and I go to the Symposium sometimes," Adam replied - unsure if admitting to using a rival gym was heresy or not. "What kind of equipment do you use? What kind of sports do you play?" Hamish asked as he pushed into the workout room with wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling glass. "Treadmill, cross trainer, rowing machine; football, basketball, a bit of rugby, swimming..." Adam rattled of his athleticism like a person who did nothing else. Truth was Adam spent more time feeding his brain: prelims were two months away and final exams less than six months from now. Adam had suddenly realised he had to get into university and he also needed to figure out what he was going to study when he got there. "Great, so we can work up a sweat and go from there," Hamish said happily. Adam hadn't been sure what his interview would entail. His mysterious Anonymous manipulator had told him to wear stupid short shorts to an interview at Gymno-Mania so he had expected the worst. This was not so bad. Adam was acutely aware of his own body as he started doing leg presses; his long legs extending and the shorts riding up just a little. Just a little was almost enough to expose his entire hip, the shorts were so scanty - no wonder people looked. Adam got butterflies when he was told to take off his t-shirt as he sat down to start machine shoulder presses. He was breathing hard from what was not a gruelling workout but certainly a taxing one. "Ok, that's enough. Stand up," Hamish said nicely as he handed Adam a towel to wipe his sweaty bits. "Am I really interviewing for a job here? Because you haven't really asked me any questions," said Adam in a neutral tone. "I need someone for occasional twilight shifts, that's seven PM until half past eleven or midnight. I don't need you every night so you'll still have time for school, studying and an active social life, Hamish said; I'm happy to work around your schedule." "Why? Why would you want to hire me when I'd only be here for four or five hours a couple of times a week... sometimes zero times a week? What's the point?" Adam asked. Hamish tilted his head at Adam, like how an owl tilts its head and face to adjust the entry of sound coming from the darkness of the night. He seemed to genuinely consider Adam's question, or at least consider how to reply in a way that Adam would understand. "A lot of people work here Adam with varying working hours and in a variety of jobs. Catering staff and domestic staff, personal trainers and physiotherapists and training assistants..." Hamish paused and rubbed a hand through his stubbly red-brown beard. "Do you know much Greek?" That was a bit of a non sequitur and Adam was sure he was meant to be thrown off balance so he replied with the only Greek he knew. It was a phrase his dad had told him. "I know the phrase, Einai kalytero anthropo apo ton patera toy. It means, be a better man than your father." Adam saw his dad as a businessman, but Mr Mansouri was in a business that compelled hard decisions sometimes - decisions that had kept Aziz awake at night. Adam knew his dad was not proud of some of the decisions he took, hence the phrase and the hope that Adam might make better choices. Hamish smiled at Adam's reply; "And do you know what the prefix gymno- means?" "No." "It means naked." Adam laughed; "I don't think so," he said of the implicit direction the interview was taking. "What do you mean? I was told you agreed to this? I thought you were just playing coy... or stupid," Hamish said. Adam's eyes narrowed on the man. He seemed quite genuinely surprised that Adam was expressing aversion to being naked - genuinely surprised that Adam had not arrived in full knowledge that he would be asked to be naked at some point. "Who sent you my details? What were you told about me?" Adam asked carefully. "I can't tell you who. I can only tell you that you were referred to me by a member and that said member was emphatic that you would fill the vacancy I was searching for" Hamish replied. "Which member? Tell me something about him. Tell me..." "Take off the shorts," Hamish interrupted. Adam hesitated but the authority in Hamish's voice was unequivocal. Under ordinary circumstances, Adam would have just ignored it - unequivocal or not - but Adam feared the man who had sent him here. Was Mr Anonymous watching? Could Hamish somehow be Mr Anonymous? Well that didn't make sense - Hamish could perhaps get pictures of Adam at The Fourth but how would Hamish know who he was in the first place? How would he get Adam's phone number, how would he get a picture of him in the shorts he wore in P.E.? All good questions and the only good answer was that it must be a boy from school. Adam said nothing as he pushed down the shorts and exposed his briefs. Adam had so far managed to ignore the wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-ceiling window that looked out into the atrium. However, Hamish stood with his back to the window and Adam was facing Hamish... thus Adam was exposed full-frontally to the people in the atrium. They sure hadn't taken long to notice him. When he was shirtless, there was only a few men stopping for a few minutes as the passed through and then passed on. Now that he was wearing only briefs and trainers more men were stopping to watch and they were going nowhere fast. But then they knew what Adam did not - they knew what job vacancy he was applying for. "No more questions. I was informed you'd do as you were told," Hamish said. "People keep saying that. Do as you're told. Why do people keep using that exact phrase?" Adam asked. "What did I just say about questions?" Hamish replied tersely. "It means what it means; it's not an uncommon phrase." Hamish couldn't answer most of Adam's questions anyway because he didn't have any answers. He had been intrigued to meet the lad who was clearly both beautiful and agreeable to obedience. Vendetta or object lesson, it didn't matter to Hamish. He needed a new twilight boy. "When you go the gym, do you check out other guys? Do you peek in the shower? Yea, of course you do," Hamish said with a big grin. Adam didn't need to answer the questions and Hamish gave him no space to do so; "Well the men here don't peek. We have an open policy on nudity here and I like to have someone around who can act as an exemplar. You are the perfect role model, Adam." "I don't want to be naked," Adam interjected. "But you do as your told, don't you?" Hamish said glibly. Hamish completely failed to ask if Adam complied because he enjoyed subservience - which, actually, he did - or because he had no choice but to comply - which was also true. If Hamish had known Adam was under coercion he might not have continued to press the lad. "Take off the underwear and I'll show you around," Hamish said. Adam couldn't stop looking out through the wall at the ten or so men spectating his laughable excuse for an interview. Adam took a few seconds to consider the consequences of committing to nudity in Gymno-Mania - actually, he didn't know what the consequences would be. Adam did know that if he didn't strip, Mr Anonymous would spread the word about his sexuality and the explicit pictures. If he played along, he could spare himself from being outed and humiliated at school. And then what? Keep doing absurd things like this? Aye, maybe. Resigned to it, Adam hooked his thumbs into his underpants and dropped them to the floor. Adam's hands covered his dick as his feet untangled themselves from the briefs and kicked them aside. The shorts so carefully chosen for him for this interview had played very little part in the process which was either poor plotting by his budding master or a deliberate machination. The crowd of men on the other side were delighted that Adam was naked and any disappointment they felt that he was covering the prize was concealed - they knew they'd get to see it eventually. "I told you I have PT's, training assistants, physio's - but what I don't have any more is someone to exhibit the benefits of physical exercise. I need a model of a man to promote, display, advertise and sell the products and services Gymno-Mania has to offer. You are that model," Hamish needlessly supplied. "You want me to walk around here naked and tell people I got to look this hot by using your treadmills and dumbbells?" Adam asked. There was silence in the room for a moment. "Well when you say it like that it sounds stupid," Hamish replied facetiously. "Can I at least keep the briefs? The air-conditioning in here is..." Adam decided not to finish that sentence. "It's what?" "I can feel a breeze on my nipples and it's making me..." Adam's eyes dropped for a second to indicate his penis. Hamish hooted with laugher; "Oh, let's see it then." Hamish was exuberant, which was inversely proportional to Adam's reticence. At Hamish's insistence, Adam relented and moved his hands from his penis which was nearly half-hard; the group outside in the atrium had grown by two or three as the word had spread and everyone watching him was delighted to see the cut cock revealed for the first time. Adam's cock was plump with a neat nest of balls beneath it and a short burst of pubes above it. It was a ridiculous capitulation, Adam knew. He was being intimidated, threatened, blackmailed, bullied and frightened into obedience. But every time he complied with a mad instruction from his anonymous texter, Adam risked giving Mr Anonymous more to use against him. So why relent? Adam supposed it was because he was afraid of a different kind of exposure and by extension, a fear of being destroyed. Logically, Adam was giving Mr Anonymous more to use against him but what did that matter when the precipitating piece of information was enough in itself? Precipitating piece of info... what, being gay? Adam would have survived people finding out he was gay. He should never have agreed to this but stubbornness and committal to concealment had compelled him to... what? Would Adam really rather be seen naked than his friends knowing he was gay? Apparently yes. Hamish was tempted to tell Adam to put his hands on his head and give them a twirl or bend over but he resisted. Instead he invited Adam to join him on a tour of the gym and led him to the door. "Are you wearing new trainers?" Hamish asked, turning to face Adam who followed in his wake. "Yea," Adam answered - proud of the expensive brand and smiling vainly. "I can tell by the tread they're leaving in the carpet," Hamish replied and he sounded disapproving. Sure enough Adam's footsteps were visible in the pile of the carpet - like footprints in the snow. "You should take the trainers off too. Then follow me," Hamish said. Without waiting, Hamish opened the door and stepped out so Adam had no opportunity to offer an argument that he wouldn't win anyway. Reluctantly, Adam slipped off the trainers and stepped across the threshold into the atrium - barefoot and totally naked. The crowd of men and boys parted and dispersed - not from lack of interest but because handling of a new recruit was a delicate operation and they intuitively knew not to overwhelm him. Adam was rescued from the attention of the crowd in Atrium as he was led towards the locker room. The men therein who had not seen the show so far were surprised to see a naked young man in their midst; not that nudity in the locker room was an aberration but because men usually undressed in the locker room, not before they entered. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce our new recruit Adam," announced Hamish. Half-dressed and a few equally naked men stepped around to check Adam out and Adam found his hand instinctively cover his modesty. "If we decide to give him the job, of course," added Hamish when he noticed Adam was covering up. Adam dropped his hands - partly because Mr Anonymous had sent him for this interview; partly because the implication was he had to get the job and Hamish was on the fence as long as Adam was not exposed; and partly because he liked being seen. It was a strange thing to realise on a conscious level. Adam liked being seen and watched and admired. He was vain. That did not mean it was ok for Mr Anonymous to control him against his will. It was confusing to be forced into this and enjoy it too. Wanting to obey was the very reason he enjoyed the parlour in The Fourth. "He's pretty." "So hot." "Beautiful, man. Beautiful." "Nice ass." Adam turned around to notice his arse was also under scrutiny from the men who had entered behind him. So to speak. "Ok, Adam let's check out the pool too, shall we?" Hamish asked rhetorically. On his passage through the locker room, Adam could not help checking out the men and boys around him. Those who had been dressing - or undressing - when he came in were still half-naked and Adam felt a slight fill of blood to his penis at the sight of him. It was exhilarating to be naked in front of attractive guys and, like at The Fourth, this was a non-judgemental place where he could be more like his true self. With this in mind, Adam embraced the adventure - Mr Anonymous could make him come here and make him be naked but he could not make Adam ashamed. Yes, Adam already felt ashamed of himself but that was a separate issue. Adam strode more confidently - his dick making little slapping noises against his thighs - behind Hamish as he entered the pool area and was shown around the swimming pool. He was led down the entire length and Adam was treated to shirtless lads in trunks or swim shorts. Those in the pool were treated to a low elevation view of Adam's balls and dangling penis. Adam was more slowly led up the opposite length of the pool and he knew it was because that side of the pool ran parallel to the windows overlooking the outdoors facilities. The window stretched the whole length of the pool and looked out over Gymno-Mania's flood-lit pitches that were used mostly for football - other ball games are available. Because the artificial light from outside, the window was like a mirror and Adam caught sight of his naked profile strolling around like blatant nudity was no big deal. The strange thing was, everyone around Gymno-Mania were very excited and interested to see him but few were surprised, which reinforced Adam 's belief that he was not the first naked boy to be employed here. "I'd invite you for a swim but I restrict interviews to an hour so we'll press on and let you see the sauna," Hamish said, casting his voice over his shoulder. "Ok," Adam agreed aloud because he felt like he hadn't said anything for a while. The sauna room was hot and steamy - which is what one would expect from a sauna. Adam could feel his skin warm and sweat rolling off his moist skin even after a few seconds. Inside the sauna was an attractive naked man with his legs wide and his hands at his sides. He was quite attractive, perhaps ten years older than Adam and he had no problem with his cock being seen - Adam's idea of a perfect match. The man's dick was plump, but not hard and despite being older, he had less hair than Adam; the man in the sauna clearly saved or waxed. The man also liked what he saw and without asking he reached out and gently rolled Adam's testicles in his hand. Adam almost stepped back but he felt a hand on the small of his back nudge him closer so the man's grip was more comfortable. Adam's penis began to respond and as it did, the naked resident of the sauna moved his hand from Adam's testes to his engorging dick. A few tugs was all it took for the cock to stand out straight and proud; thick, veined, red and pulsing with blood Adam could just imagine cumming right there. "Let's move this elsewhere," Hamish said. Without complaint, the man who had held Adam's cock let it go. He winked and blew Adam a kiss too. Adam was led from the sauna back to the locker room and from there back to the atrium. Here, Adam slowed his advance - his cool confidence that had bordered on nonchalance as he moved freely around the locker room, pool and sauna ebbed away now that he was back out in what amounted to a glorified reception. The other locations had been different - men and boys in various stages of undress were around there. Here in the atrium they were all dressed again and leering at the only naked boy in the room. And he had a raging hard-on now. "Go on and jerk it," prompted Hamish. Everyone was watching him - his untouched erection just waiting to be stroked to orgasm if Adam complied. He was tempted not to - this was going too far. He didn't have to agree to this. An anonymous caller tells him to do it or pic of him in skimpy shorts will hit the underground year book? Or pics of him kissing a man in a gay nightclub? Were those pics any worse than jerking off in public like this? But Adam wanted to jerk off. He was seventeen, horney, naked, surrounded by attractive men; the way they looked at him with envy and desire was very appealing to a vain boy like Adam. That didn't make Mr Anonymous any less of a manipulative monster, but it did change how Adam felt about it. He was arrogant after all - at school he liked to be shirtless after a football or rugby match. In the school locker room or in the showers he flaunted his body. He'd showed his abs off in classrooms and when spring had brought glorious weather, he'd sunbathed shirtless at lunchtimes. Adam liked to be adored. Adam gripped his penis and started jerking off for two dozen strangers. They were all young - all under forty, most under thirty, almost half looked like they were in their early twenties or younger. Actually, Adam thought one boy looked sixteen and he wondered if Hamish had any age limitation on members. Then Adam saw a seventeen year old. Adam knew the boy was seventeen because he recognised the boy from school. Micah Dinberg was watching him and even worse, he was recording it on his phone... Adam almost stopped right there but his skin was slippery from the sauna and he was so close to cumming that he didn't want to stop - no matter who was watching. Moreover it was now obvious who Mr Anonymous was. Micah being Mr Anonymous would explain the animosity of the text messages - Adam was a (gay) homophobic asshole at school. It would also explain the fact that a picture of him shirtless in the shorts had been taken during the class - of course it had to have been someone who was in the room. Adam should have thought of that. What about the picture from The Fourth of Adam kissing Toulouse? Micah wasn't old enough to be admitted to the nightclub. But neither was Adam and he got in - Micah must be a smooth talker or the bouncers were getting lax. That Micah was not the only one recording it was, obviously, no consolation. "Just cum when you're ready," Hamish said smoothly. Adam kept jerking his cock, paranoid about whether it looked big enough in a room full of gay men. Adam's strokes were slippery and noisy in the otherwise quiet room and Micah moved around to take more shots from his camera. Adam closed his eyes and rubbed the head of his cock to coax himself closer to orgasm. He pinched one of his nipples out of habit - his free hand liked to wander while the jerking hand was busy. Adam was happy to be getting closer to cumming and then it would be all over, right? Adam reached climax and spurted his cum onto the clean tiled floor - more dribbled over his hand as the spurts of semen subsided. The rapt crowed were very pleased with the result and Adam felt a swell of pride in himself. It was nice knowing he'd put on a good show. All he had done was jerk off but he had a certain sense of achievement that the simple act he did every day had made the day for so many others. "Make him eat it," called Micah and there was a grumble of approval from around the room. "Go on Adam, lick your hand first," instructed Hamish. Adam brought his hand to his mouth and pouted his lips over the blobs of cum covering his palm and fingers. The boys and men really liked the way he licked each finger as he tasted the whole deposit covering his hand. Adam had tasted his own cum a few times and had no objection to eating it. Adam didn't usually have an audience or camera phones watching him though. Adam used to eat his own cum and pretended it came from someone else - since turning sixteen and his dad had allowed him access to The Fourth, he enjoyed the spunk from other people instead. "There's some on the floor too," Micah said helpfully. Adam looked right at him - right at the camera too which was still capturing the debasement. No matter what his fears had been before, Adam had now sealed his subjugation with this act. The crowd was excited that someone had voiced what they'd all been thinking and Adam slowly dropped to his knees. On all fours he licked up one blob of cum and then another. "You missed a bit," said one voice on the opposite side of the crown to Micah. Adam turned towards the last blob of cum, which meant presenting his ass to Micah's camera. As Adam bent right over to lick his own cum up, his arse rose up and his pink hole was offered with humiliating clarity. The view down the lens of the camera was even better because not only was the fuckable hole visible, but his softening cock and balls were dangling below. "Adam?" it was Hamish's voice. Hamish was stood next to Micah and Adam wondered if this was evidence of collusion or coincidence. Was Hamish's sole motivation the sourcing of a new naked boy for Gymno-Mania? He had to know something about Mr Anonymous - a.k.a. Micah - after all, Hamish had been expecting him. But what did Hamish know and could it be enough to save him? Adam was still bent over as he looked over his shoulder at Hamish and Micah, offering his face to the picture was well as his rosebud. Micah grinned at him and it seemed genuine rather than predatory. "You can stand up now," Hamish said. Adam stood on wobbly legs as he faced the pair. Everyone else was still watching too of course but whatever happened next would come from them. "Can I go now?" Adam asked miserably. "Don't you want to know if you got the job?" asked Hamish. "Did I get it?" Adam asked mechanically. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Hamish enquired - very much putting the decision in Adam's hands. If he said yes he would have a job he didn't need or want but would please My Anonymous. Micah! It was still easier to think of Micah by his alias. To decline would either call his blackmailers bluff or more likely ruin his life. Was the job so bad? Nudity, adulation, admiration and looks of lust; Adam could live with that. "Yes, I enjoyed myself," Adam answered. "Then you have a job," Hamish reported. Ten minutes later Adam was dressed and working out a schedule with Hamish. It was only a few hours a week and Adam wasn't working for the money; he needed time for school, homework and visiting The Fourth. Adam wondered if Teen Titan felt a similar exhilaration when he was on stage - Teen Titan of course had a mask. Should he tell Teen Titan about this? They shared things about their lives and were slowly growing closer, maybe it would help to talk. Adam doubted he would. Adam was unsurprised to see Micah when he stepped outside into the bitter night. "Your secret is safe with me," Micah said without preamble or pretence. "I can't trust you," Adam said miserably. "This is not about trust. This is about you being a nasty piece of work," Micah replied calmly. "So I deserve to be blackmailed and..." Adam interrupted; appalled by the excuses a person can make for their own bad behaviour. "Adam!" Micah interrupted too. "I want you to do as you're told. Not just because your nasty and cruel and homophobic; not just because you're a bully... but because you're mega hot. I'll send you the video - when you see it for yourself you'll understand." Micah smiled at the suggestion but there was no hint of sarcasm or insincerity - he really did think Adam looked good naked and glistening and cumming. "Just imagine watching someone you fancy doing what you just did," Micah suggested. At the word "someone" Adam immediately thought of Teen Titan. "It was nice watching you jump through hoops," Micah added. "It'll be really interesting to see if your love of showing off will ever be outweighed by your fear of embarrassment." Adam felt boiling anger but suppressed it. He was too tired and too confused. He gave Micah the middle finger and departed in silence - he wanted to get home before his dad worried or, even worse, before he started asking questions about where he'd been. Micah was left alone in the dark. He pulled out his phone and called up the video - he was rather enjoying this. 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