Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2018 14:18:56 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Twelve Do As You're Told Chapter Twelve: Where You Belong If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. MONDAY 26TH NOVEMBER 2018 The debating club were sitting in two opposing groups. On the white board, in block capitals, was printed the words: RELIGIOUS OBJECTION SHOULD BE RESPECTED. The class had, from time to time, gotten very heated and the teacher moderating the debate considered aborting it entirely. "Respect isn't the same as entitlement. Just because you respect the right of someone to express an opinion doesn't mean you have to respect the opinion itself. Nor does it mean that opinion deserves preferential treatment," said Arthur summing up the debate; "I can't do that because of my religion, is perfectly acceptable. You cannot do that because of my religion is oppression." Ultimately there seemed to be agreement that although everyone was entitled to express opinions that did not mean all opinions had equal value. The moderator called an end to the debate, leaving enough time for chatting and goofing off. Relief swept over the room as the amicable squabble descended into chat about lunch, TV and homework. "You were awfully quiet," Arthur commented quietly. "I noticed you weren't," Adam muttered with an almost-grin. "But why were you?" Art pressed. "Guess I didn't have anything to say," Adam said sullenly: "That's my point. It's not like you to pass up the opportunity to be glib and irreverent," Arthur complimented him. "I've got a lot on my mind," Adam said tetchily. "All right. Don't get your tampon in a twist," Art replied. Adam sighed - it wasn't Arthur's fault he was moody. "Sorry, Art. I'm just... I've just got a lot on my mind." "You said that. Like what? What's wrong with you?" Arthur asked, adding; "And don't say nothing 'cause I know it's something and you just said you have a lot on your mind. Twice." "I don't want to talk about it, ok? Just leave it," Adam said. "Just leave it," was Adam's go to phrase when a conversation was over and the subject was to be brooked no more. "You know if you need to talk, I'm here for you?" Arthur said gently after a short silence. "I know," Adam replied. "Unless it's personal. Or financial, sexual, social, psychological, academic, legal, emotional, political..." Adam hit his friend - who was grinning - and briefly smiled. But only briefly. Anonymous: [Meet me on the second floor at lunch time. Science room next to the black stairs.] It was a different room from the one he had left anal beads in a week and a half ago, but Adam still knew it would mean trouble - hence why he was so gloomy and distracted. Adam read the message again as he left the debate. He hated those messages - they were an affront to capacity and decency. Adam would be the first to admit - to a select few - that he enjoyed submission but these text messages were not submission. They were abuse. Submission involved two-way communication, agreement, play and debriefing. Debriefing usually helped - much better access when one didn't have briefs on. Abuse was about planning, setup, guilt, excuses and brief honeymoon periods where one was given space to hope it was all over. Adam wondered if anyone else knew what it was like to suffer abuse... "Fucksake!" Adam shouted louder than he had meant. Robin had walked into the back of him because Adam had come to a sudden stop while reading his phone. Last week it had been him who had accidentally walked into Robin - then too, it was distraction by Mr Anonymous (aka Micah) that had been to blame. "Sorry, I wasn't..." Robin started to say, apologising as a matter of habit. "Look where you're fucking going," Adam shouted. "It's not hard, you just keep your eyes open. Even you should be able to manage that, you stupid waste of space," Adam said spitefully. And then regretted it. Robin felt like he had been slapped but he noticed the look on Adam's face change - he suddenly looked shaken and mournful. Because of an insult he had thrown? Robin was about to ask if he was alright when Adam stormed off without a word. "Prick," muttered Cameron who had been walking alongside Robin. "Are you hurt?" "No. I'm fine," Robin replied, he wasn't really fine. Robin was sick of Adam being an asshole at school when he knew the boy could be so much more. Maybe. Beside the vitriol from the bully, Robin hadn't been fine even before the run in with Adam. Robin indicated his phone and told Cameron: "I need to make a quick call." "Another one? That's your second call this morning... are you breaking up with me?" Cameron asked facetiously. "No. Go away." "See you soon," Cameron said breezily and sauntered off without him. It was Robin's second call of the day and to the same person. "Hi mum, it's Robin. Eh... again, sorry. I know I already wished you a happy birthday but... Look, I'm worried 'cause I've not heard from you in a while," Robin said into the phone. A while was a year to the day. She had spoken briefly on the phone and promised to get in touch about meeting him for lunch or dinner at his grandmother's. His gran was his mum's mother, Bessie. If Bessie was to be believed - and Robin was a very trusting person - she had not heard from his mum either. "I've not seen you in ages, mum..." Robin continued. A year since they had last spoken on the phone. About three years since he had last seen her face-to-face. Too long. "I try not to bother you but it would be nice..." Robin faltered, paused and sighed; "I just want to say happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... call me later? Ok?" Robin had called his mum a handful of times since her last birthday - including the two messages he had left for her today. She never called back and Robin didn't like being a burden or a pest so he resisted the urge to persist. He only had a landline number, she said she had lost her mobile and couldn't afford to replace it. And Robin believed her because he was a very trusting person. With a lot on his mind, Robin wandered towards his next class. As much as he wanted to hear from his mum, Robin was scared today. He would have to go home and his dad would be there and today of all day's his dad would be in a stinking foul mood. Robin wondered if anyone else knew what it was like to suffer abuse... Adam didn't even bother making excuses to abandon his friends at lunch time. Arthur was the only one who asked where he was going instead of getting a chip salad. That's chips as in French fries and salad as in not-really-a-salad... Arthur likes being whimsical. "I'm going to untwist my tampon," Adam replied. Thus Adam extricated himself from his usual routine and headed for the second floor. He took the black stairs which were in the southwest corner of the school and pulled open the doors into the science corridor. Micah was in the second room he checked. "Fancy seeing you here," Micah said mischievously. "What do you want?" Adam asked with thinly veiled hostility. "We haven't chatted for a while. First Gymno-Mania, then anal beads... you've really embraced life as a sub," Micah said conversationally. Adam looked around wildly to make sure no-one was around to overhear them and closed the classroom door in case anyone happened by. "Good idea closing the door. That's probably a good idea. Discretion is the better part of not getting caught," Micah said - still sounding like they just had met up to shoot the breeze. Not getting caught doing what? Whatever Micah had in mind, Adam had no intention of indulging it. "Look, I don't know what you think is going to happen here..." Adam pre-empted. "Hold that thought," interrupted Micah. Micah pulled out his phone and started swiping though its apps. "Remember when you were under the illusion you had a choice or control over your situation? Then you received an email to your school account of you and that big beautiful black man kissing?" Micah narrated as he continued to scroll through his phone. Micah was talking about the pictures that had gotten Adam into this mess. Was it really only seven weeks since Mr Anonymous had fist began this... whatever this is. "And remember how it was demonstrated to you that we can send an email to everyone in the school?" Micah added. Adam suppressed the startled look on his face - perishing the thought that he could be humiliated like that. "Yes," Adam replied in a tone filled with disgust. "What do you think of this picture?" Micah asked. Micah showed the phone screen that now displayed Adam; clearly naked and hard. "I took it at Gymno-Mania. I recorded you too but this picture... That's actually your reflection in the glass room but it's a brilliant pic," Micah beamed proudly. "The lighting in the atrium and the flash from my camera make it look like you took a naked selfie. Anyway, do you know Arthur's login for his school email account?" "What?" Adam asked, thrown by the change of tack. "Yea. Why?" Adam answered when Micah did not elaborate "I want you to suck my cock." Adam stepped back from Micah, too pissed off to reply. "Are you gay Adam?" Micah asked, shifting the conversation again and keeping Adam off balance. "Fuck off," Adam replied. "I mean, you go to The Fourth - a gay club. You kiss hot naked black guys. You get hard in front of a room full of men with their clothes on while you rub one out..." "Fuck off," Adam repeated but to scared to leave the room. "Are you bi-?" Micah asked; "Or queer?" Adam just shook his head, but refused to respond. "Just say it, Adam. Tell me you're gay... You are, right?" Micah pressed. "No." "No, you're not? Ha, who're you kidding?" Micah mocked. "I mean, no. I won't say it. I won't admit it," Adam said calmly. "You know what homophobia really says about you?" Micah ridiculed. Being gay and being homophobic are, of course, not mutually exclusive. Someone like Micah wouldn't understand that. Teen Titan would understand - he encouraged Adam to be a better man, but he understood why Adam found it so hard to be who he was. Fear: Adam was afraid of being found out, of not being accepted. "Do you think I owe you something? Is that what you think?" Adam said hostilely. "I owe it to you to come out? I owe it to struggling poofters like you to come out? To set a good example? Fuck off," Adam said again. "No, Adam... that's not what I think," Micah said - for the first time sounding uncertain and taken aback. "I think I want you to suck my cock," Micah repeated his original request. "And if I say..." "Fuck off?" Micah interjected with a smirk. Micah tapped his phone again and a few seconds later looked up. "I sent the naked selfie of you to Arthur's school email." "You... you what?" Adam stuttered. Micah turned the phone screen to Adam to show it had indeed been sent. "Yup. Just him - he's your best friend I'm sure he'll understand. And if you do a good job quickly you can log in as him and delete it before he even sees it..." Micah spoke as if he were being perfectly reasonable. "You're a piece of..." "Adam, we both know I can send that picture to everyone in the school. Everyone in the school district. I can send it to the underground yearbook. I can post it on Facebook..." Micah rattled on. "No, don't," Adam said desperately. "You don't want to admit you love the cock - maybe you like fanny too, I don't know. I don't care," Micah said in an unseemly tone. "But just because you won't admit it, doesn't mean you don't love cock... so you won't mind sucking mine." Adam did mind but he was scared again. Scared and backed into a corner; blackmailed, shamed and it didn't matter if he was gay. It didn't matter that he was an asshole, he didn't deserve this. It didn't matter if he did like cock or got hard when he saw Micah's or liked its taste... this wasn't fair. "You can do it on your knees. And for your cheek, you can do it naked," Micah added. Adam felt numb. There was no way out of this. Of course there were ways out of this. There was no good or easy way out of this. There are bad ways out of this. He could choose a bad way out. Was the bad way out really worse than what he abiding right now? Shut up! Adam wished he was brave enough to stand up and walk away and face the consequences thereof, but he felt beaten in his heart. Even if he couldn't fight back, Adam would not let Micah see him cry. Adam had perfected his mask and - beaten or not - he wouldn't let Micah know he was beaten. Adam couldn't let Micah think he had won. Adam pulled the knot of his tie loose enough to pull it over his head and dump it at his feet then kicked off his shoes while unbuttoning his shirt. He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and dumped at his feet too then pulled open his trousers and pushed them down, extracting his feet with awkward little steps. Adam was in his socks and boxers and hoped that would be far enough. "Happy?" Adam asked bitterly. "Naked, half-wit," Micah admonished him; "Loose the lot." Adam looked like he was chewing a wasp as he lifted each foot to remove his socks and then lowered his underwear and slipped his feet out. Adam couldn't bear to look at the pile of his own clothes; his discarded uniform sitting on the floor in an untidy heap. Micah was very satisfied; "Cool. Just leave them there. We'll go into the closet..." Micah marched to the back of the room where there was a store cupboard. Over his shoulder, Micah added; "...it's where you belong." Adam was very uneasy about leaving his clothes unattended in the classroom but he followed Micah obediently. The science class store cupboard was plenty big enough for both of them; Adam momentarily cast an eye towards a sink in the corner and made a mental note of it before things began. "Kneel down then," Micah said authoritatively. Adam kneeled. "Open my trousers," Micah ordered. Mutely, Adam obeyed. "Pull down the zipper," Micah said with greater force in his voice. Adam complied. "Heft my cock out then," Micah demanded. Adam reached into Micah's boxers and slipped the waistband under the boy's testes. The cock inside was half-hard and quite weighty. It engorged further just with Adam touching it to "heft" it out of his confines. Adam wrapped a hand around it and gave it a tug. "Yea, stroke it. There's a good lad," Micah encouraged him. It was in small ways that Adam regained a little control - by stroking before the command was given, for example. "Lick it," Micah whispered. Adam kissed the tip of the hard-on and flicked his tongue across the head. Micah's hips jerked excitedly, barely able to contain himself from thrusting into Adam's mouth. The cock was quite nice - six inches, maybe a little over, curved slightly to the left, circumcised and the same flawless brown as the rest of Micah's skin. Micah's skin was darker than Adam's; caramel rather than bronze. Pre-empting Micah's next instruction, Adam slipped the head of Micah's penis into his mouth and sucked it like a vacuum cleaner. A moan escaped Micah's lips. "Oh, yea. Suck it," Micah said. Adam internally sneered at the belated instruction - he needed to take some control over this situation. Micah was clearly an inexperienced dominator - or a sloppy one - to not notice Adam was acting ahead of the instructions. The taste of Micah's cock was not that bad, nor was the shape or size. Adam looked up while sucking Micah's penis, pressing his hand up Micah's abdomen to see if the body was worth checking out. Adam decided Micah's physique was good - not as good as his own obviously, but good. Adam's hand could feel smooth skin as he stroked as high as Micah's nipples and back to a small, clearly trimmed, patch of pubic hair. The pre-cum was quite pleasant in Adam's mouth and Micah, still dressed up in his school uniform, was an attractive lad his own age. Under other circumstances Adam would be quite happy to suck Micah's penis. But the boy had made him strip, had blackmailed, shamed and bullied him... that was no way to treat a person. "Keep going, I'm close," Micah said. Micah reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone; he took a quick pic but Adam dropped his upward gaze at the last moment, timing it well so that he was virtually unidentifiable (unless someone intimately recognised the top of his head). Micah might have objected except he was too busy cumming a moment later. While Micah came down from his orgasmic high, Adam got to his feet and spat into the sink in the corner of the cupboard. "Hey, I wanted you to swallow," Micah complained. Adam ran water into the sink to wash Micah's spunk away, took a sip to rinse his mouth and spat once more for good measure. Taking Micah's control away one last time was a satisfying achievement. "I know," Adam replied, turning to face Micah. Micah wore an expression of annoyance but turned it into a smile. "You look good naked," Micah said; "I'd love to get you naked in class. With all the boys and girls looking at you. Maybe you stroking slowly and sliding a finger in your ass..." "Keep daydreaming," Adam said. "I will. You can get dressed now. Oh, and don't forget to check Arthur's email," Micah added helpfully - as if he could forget. Adam slipped back into the classroom where his clothes remained in front of the door. He dressed quickly - stumbling over the simplest of things such as putting his legs in the trouser legs. More hurry, less haste - that's what was required. Adam was fully dressed again in less than two minutes with Micah watching the entire time. "Maybe I'll see some more of you at Gymno-Mania?" suggested Micah said as Adam was about to leave the room. "What?" Adam asked, dejectedly. "I might come along just to see you naked while you attend to sweaty men," Micah said. "Shit," Adam muttered. Adam couldn't tell if Micah was serious or not. The interview had been awful, but Adam had hoped the actual employment would be unremarkable. Would the gym be a venue for more humiliation or was Micah trying to keep him off balance? Honeymoon periods gave a person space to hope it was all over - uncertainty was Micah's weapon of choice. "In fact I was thinking of stopping by on Friday or Saturday night so you should make sure you're there in case I need a towel or something," Micah added. Adam was going to tell Micah to "fuck off" again when he remembered he had to go delete Arthur's email. "I'm going now," Adam told Micah. Adam pulled the classroom door open and hurried into the empty corridor. "See you later," Micah called after him. MEANWHILE Robin's phone rang halfway through lunch. He made a quick perfunctory apology to Cameron, who was left by himself at the table. "Hello?" Robin replied on the final ring before his phone would put the caller through to voicemail. Robin was still struggling to get his arm into his jacket sleeve and the strap of his backpack over his shoulder that he thought he had missed the caller speak. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was indeed his mother's phone. "Mum?" "Hi, sorry... Is this Robin?" asked a woman's voice - not his mothers. "Eh, yes... who's this?" Robin replied. "Hi, my name's Hazel. You've been calling my number?" she said. "Your number?" Robin checked the display again - definitely his mum's number. "Umm..." Hazel said uncomfortably. "I don't know how to tell you this but you've been calling my number since this time last year..." "This is my mum's number. You're using her phone," Robin cut her off. Robin walked aimlessly; away from the traffic of the school, away from prying eyes and from listening ears. "It was her number," Hazel replied. "But she's not lived here for a year. I've been getting your messages. The one's you left for your mum? At first I just assumed she hadn't given you a new number or address yet but... well, you keep leaving messages." Robin went silent. A year? His mum moved a year ago? And never told him? "I... well, my husband... We thought it was none of our business but," Hazel sounded genuinely sorry as she spoke; "I didn't want to be the one to tell you that she'd left. I tried to get a number for you and an address but the letting agent wouldn't tell me anything useful," Hazel sounded gentle and kind. "Thanks," Robin muttered. Robin had somehow found his way to the boys changing room - his next class was PE but would he really stay after a call like this? Robin sat down and felt numb. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm really sorry about your mum. Maybe she..." Hazel stopped. How was that sentence supposed to end? Maybe she: forgot? Maybe she: died in a ditch? Maybe she: doesn't want her loser son knowing where she is? "Are you alright, honey? Is there someone I can call for you? Anything I can do?" Hazel asked. Robin sniffed and felt a drop fall from his eye onto his knee. "I need to hang up now," Robin replied and then terminated the call. Robin's mum had left the family home when he was nearly nine years old. She had had enough of her husband taking his temper out on her. At first, she moved in with her mother (Bessie) and Robin visited but the more time he spent with her, the worse his father got. He wanted her back and he wanted his son at home - he got violent again and it became easier to pacify him by telling Robin to say at home with him. Robin begged her to take him too. Then she moved away and wouldn't tell him where. She gave him a phone number that, at the time, seemed generous. They saw each other less and less often and only ever at Bessie's. More years past and the time between visits got longer. Robin tried to run away and Bessie was thrilled to have him, to keep him and protect him. Except his father wouldn't have that. He came one day and broke her arm and told her that if she ever tried to keep his son from him again... So Robin went home. His mother told him he'd be ok. She told him everything was fine as long as he stayed with dad. But things weren't fine. She knew that. That was why she left. And she left her son with him. Bessie wanted to tell the police, social services - everyone, anyone. But Robin was just a boy and was scared for her. Dad had hurt her once, if they told... dad would hurt her again. Robin went home and yet more years past. His mum stopped visiting him when he turned thirteen but they still talked - phone, text, Snapchat, Skype, email... And then a year ago that all stopped too. Her last birthday she dropped off the map and Robin told himself she was just busy or she'd get back to him later. Robin was sixteen and wholly unprepared for feeling so alone. Abandoned. Where would he even start trying to find her? Besides, since she hadn't told him she was going, didn't that mean she did not want him to find her? The changing room was usually a hive of activity, in the absence of that activity it was an eerily still and lonely place. Robin felt... it's where you belong. Robin was glad the changing room was empty because he sat down and burst into tears. Adam wanted to punch someone or something. He wanted to scream or shout or tear the world down. Why was this shit happening to him? Did he deserve to be treated like this? For what, being an asshole sometimes? Did that make his mistreatment ok? It was as he was logging in to the nearest computer that Micah's instructions for Gymno-Mania sank in; if he was to be there on Friday and Saturday night, it was unlikely he'd make it to The Fourth. That meant he wouldn't see Teen Titan (his light at the end of the tunnel) this week - this thought soured his mood even farther. Adam was still fuming when he deleted the email Arthur had received. Adam looked drop dead gorgeous in the pic attached to the email but he didn't want Art seeing it. He didn't want anyone seeing it. The computer room had been empty when he sat down to destroy the email and he checked the recipients list to check it hadn't been sent to anyone else: it hadn't. Adam checked it had not been read: it hadn't Adam took deep breaths and ignored a text from Arthur. Art: [Since you missed lunch, I got you a sandwich.] And ignored the next one. Art: [I ate your sandwich.] And the two after that. Art: [The sandwich had chicken on it.] Art: [I think we should see other sandwiches :D] Adam read the last message and finally felt a laugh stir inside him. When it escaped he felt much better and he laughed for longer than the joked deserved. He felt a bit better - his experience with Micah was over for now. He was safe and disaster staved - Adam still wanted to shout or punch or otherwise vent his anger in an unhealthy way, but he was ok. There was no point in going to lunch, he wasn't hungry and didn't think he could eat anyway. Thus, Adam headed for the boys changing rooms; he could change early for PE and warm up before the other boys arrived. Adam trotted down the steps towards the PE department but paused when he thought he heard a noise from the changing room that ought to be empty. Adam crept towards the door which was only closed over - ajar. Adam's caution meant that he approached unheard to a soundtrack of crying. The door was open just enough for Adam to peek inside, wherein he expected to ambush some poor bastard. It wouldn't fix his own problems but taking his pain out on someone else might allay his misery for just a little while. When Adam spied Robin everything changed... he had never seen such wrenched misery before. Except perhaps on his own face, once, a long time ago. Adam watched Robin who looked like his heart was breaking. It was the kind of crying that couldn't stop; pain that was so all-consuming and misery so deep it made it hard to breathe. It disgusted Adam - not the pain itself, though misery was an ugly thing to behold - it disgusted him to watch it. He felt ashamed to be a voyeur to someone else's pain and yet he couldn't tear himself away. Before high school Adam had been friends with Robin - but that was a long time ago. Adam reminded himself there's no such thing as a long time ago. Adam thought about Friday when he had seen Robin in this very changing room, in his underwear - he had looked at Robin in a different way and today a different way again. Last week Adam had said sorry to Robin - and meant it. He felt sorry for Robin now. Robin looked up to see Adam watching him and muttered "shit" under his breath while hastily wiping tears away and waiting for Adam's patented cruelty to begin. Busted, Adam pushed the changing room door open and slowly stepped inside. He was embarrassed to be caught watching (again) but Robin had other things on his mind. "Just go away," Robin said in an attempt to pre-empt Adam's mockery. Robin wiped his face and tried to breath. "Are you ok?" Adam asked awkwardly and so softly that Robin barely heard him. It would have been nice if Adam's concern was genuine but Robin was also used to Adam's unrelenting bullying at school that it was more likely a trick. Was that fair? Adam had apologised to him last week. Then again, Adam had also called him a "stupid waste of space" that very morning. No, the Adam he knew at The Fourth might be a desirable and kind person but at school, Adam was still a nasty piece of work. "Are you serious?" Robin asked rhetorically and cynically. "Go. Please go." "Sorry, stupid question. I-I just meant..." Adam tried with sincerity but consoling people was not in his comfort zone. Robin was still crying, unable to stave off the tears. His mother had been an absentee parent for so long that Robin had gotten used to it. She had abandoned him just before his ninth birthday but he still saw her sometimes and then when he didn't see her, he heard from her. When that stopped, Robin had convinced himself she was still there for him if he really needed her. But that wasn't true anymore. She really was gone - maybe forever - to who knew where. And she hadn't told him which meant she hadn't wanted him to know. She had abandoned him all over again. "Please go away, Adam," Robin begged through more tears. Adam was a little stung by the rejection - not that he deserved the chance to be trusted - but he really was trying to be kind. "Look, I know I've never exactly endeared myself to you but..." Adam tried to work out his next words. "I don't want to talk, Adam. Not to you. You've picked on me since I was t-ten," Robin stuttered. Robin's vision of Adam blurred through great drops of tears but he heard Adam gulp guiltily. "Fuck-it!" Robin muttered; "You want to know why I'm crying? My mum is gone. Probably forever. She ran away and never came back and now I don't even know where she fucking is. She abandoned me! My own fucking mum!" Robin shouted. Adam was shamed into silence - shamed by everything he had ever said and done to hurt someone as gentle and vulnerable as Robin who was now struggling to take panicked breaths. "She must hate me more than you do... So go ahead... make fun of me for that... There's nothing worse than feeling this way in front of you," Robin spat the last word at Adam. "Right... Ok..." Adam replied; each word forming two complete sentences by themselves. Adam turned to leave and took one step but then stopped, looked back and opened his mouth to speak; it worked hard at making coherent sounds but nothing actually came out. Adam's mind was buzzing with something resembling horror at Robin's predicament. He took a few definitive strides towards the door but then stopped again. Adam turned slowly, gradually approached Robin and sat down next to him. Then Adam put an arm around Robin. It was an awkward embrace, but he got 10 for effort. "I'm sorry," whispered Robin, who felt Adam shake his head. "Don't be sorry," Adam whispered back. Adam felt guilty to receive an apology given how terribly he always behaved towards Robin. Robin pulled away and looked at Adam - for the first time the boy at school was more like the boy Robin cared for at The Fourth. At the nightclub, Robin wore a mask - Adam wore his mask at school. And for a brief moment Adam's mask had slipped. "You were trying to be nice and I threw it back in your face. I am sorry," Robin said miserably, with tracks of tears streaming down his face. Adam looked stricken with anguish and conflict; he was on the verge of saying something important. Adam had to rally himself to say it out loud: go on, go on, go on egged his psyche. "Robin..." The sound of boisterous boys in the corridor right outside appeared so suddenly that both Robin and Adam were taken aback that they hadn't heard them coming sooner. Adam stood up and walked away from Robin, turning his back on the door as his friends entered. Robin was still in shock and his body did nothing but turn away. When Arthur, Tomek, Murray, Dominic and Carlos entered they spotted Adam and started to ask where he'd been and what he'd been up to. It was Carlos who spotted Robin sitting alone with red eyes and a face botchy with tears. Carlos laughed triumphantly and mean-spiritedly at Robin and assumed Adam was the cause of anguish. "Did you actually make him cry? Fuckin' high five, man," Carlos said with a beaming smile and raising his hand to Adam. Robin stood up and pushed through the boys, making his escape with haste. Arthur's face was not amused - he looked thunderously at Adam. "What did you say to him?" Arthur demanded in tone that made their entire peer group look uncomfortable. "Nothing," Adam replied quietly. It was a half truth - he hadn't upset Robin, but he couldn't say that. Adam couldn't tell them what had upset Robin and he definitely didn't want to tell his friends that he had tried to comfort him. The boys all stood around with stupid grins on their faces and tacitly approving of what they assumed Adam had done. Arthur was having none of it and chastised them; "You guys are all dicks." Arthur left them to grumble about his disapproval. The problem was that everyone listened to Arthur. Everyone liked Arthur. Arthur was a cool guy and they wouldn't want him being pissed at them, so they dropped their amusement over Robin's crying quickly and moved on to getting ready changed for football. Arthur had raced out after Robin, in real time only ten seconds behind him. Robin had launched himself up the small flight of stairs, along the corridor and burst out the side entrance of the school which led directly onto the sports fields. Neither Robin nor Arthur encountered anyone on the journey as they both ran pell-mell away from the school. "Robin, wait! Robin, slow down!" Arthur shouted. Whether Robin stopped because Art had asked him to or because he was too exhausted to keep going was unknown. Robin was breathing heavily when he stopped, stalk upright and looking off into a cloudy sky. It was winter and the day would be over in a few hours; the sun was bright but cold and hidden behind white clouds that made the light white rather than yellow. When Arthur came to a stop beside Robin, he bent over with his hand on his knees and breathing heavily. "Fuck, you set a punishing pace... I need to sit down for a minute... someone get me a defibrillator... Geez, I think I'm dying. I can see a bright light, should I go towards it?" Arthur sat cross-legged on the cold ground after that. Art was of course being hyperbolic - he was fit and athletic and more than capable of running flat out for twice as long as he had. "So? Do you want me to kick Adam's ass for you?" Arthur asked. "No," Robin answered, not looking at Arthur. Arthur reached over and pulled Robin's leg, summoning his attention. "Did he say something? Do something?" Art asked. "No," Robin replied irritably; "The world doesn't revolve around Adam Mansouri." "Can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds that out," Arthur deadpanned. Robin finally cracked a smile and when Arthur laughed, Robin reciprocated with a chuckle that only made Robin well-up again. "I know Adam is kinda a butt munch..." Arthur said whimsically; "Not that there's anything wrong with being a butt munch... apart from all the butt munching, obviously." "It really wasn't about him," Robin reiterated. "What then? What's up?" Arthur asked. "We're not friends, Arthur. Why you asking?" Robin replied - not unkindly, but it was the truth. "Maybe I'm just nice," Arthur said thoughtfully. "Right. Well, thanks for asking but I don't want to talk about it with you," Robin replied politely. "Did you want to talk to Adam about it?" Arthur asked and the question seemed loaded with subtext. "I... I don't know what you mean," Robin replied genuinely - he wondered what Arthur knew, or what he was implying. "Doesn't matter," Arthur replied; "Listen, don't worry about the guys. I'll make sure they don't all blab about you being upset. If you want to take the afternoon off, I'll cover for you with Mr Jordan." "Thanks," Robin replied. As Robin departed, Arthur headed back to school. Robin trusted Arthur to lie effectively to their PE teacher, but he so rarely dogged any classes that it felt strange to leave school early. Robin thought about just going home early but he knew well enough to fear what his dad's mood would be like today of all days. His father reserved some of his darkest cruelty for his estranged wife's birthday. Perhaps it would be safer to hide out in the library for a few hours; he texted Cameron to tell his friend where he was going. Cameron: [Are you ok?] Robin: [Rough day. Mums birthday.] Cameron: [You want company?] Robin: [No thanks.] Cameron: [Cause I have Zach Efron's number. Was gonna ask him to come see you.] Robin: [Ha ha. Also, if you do have his number, tell him to wear his Baywatch costume :)] Cameron: [I've decided to keep him.] Robin: [Bugger.] Cameron: [That's the plan.] Robin: [Catch you tomorrow.] LATER Adam and his friends were all a little bit less bastardy than was their norm during a friendly football match. Cameron was never sure why games were called "friendlies" - a more appropriate name would be "hostilies" except that's less catchy. Luckily the game descended into five aside and the likes of Cameron and Micah and other less sports-obsessed didn't make the cut so left them to it. Cameron commented on Micah's obvious preoccupation with Adam's legs. "It's not just his legs I'm interested in," Micah corrected. After school, Cameron checked up on Robin via text - he was still in the library and still didn't want company. Because Cameron was a boy, he didn't know if that meant his friend didn't want company or if Robin did want company but was just saying he didn't. So basically, Cameron went home. His parent's cars were not in the driveway but Kieran's was. Cameron had struck out every time he tried to see Vincent; throughout the school day, Cameron had tried to grab the man without success. Cameron had hoped for a lusty snog, a cheeky wank, a quick blowjob... in failing to get Vincent alone for any length of time, he had left school sexually frustrated. Last week he and his fuckable teacher had had sex; this week had started off with a rather disappointing return to the status quo. Cameron got a boner several times as he walked home: fantasising about fingering the teacher while he gave lessons; imagining Vincent giving his lessons in the nude; daydreaming Vincent stripping in front of a class full of boys; envisioning Vincent giving a sex-ed class by demonstrating masturbation. Cameron dropped his school bag in the hall and shucked off his jacket then called out to his big brother. "Hi, Kieran." He instantly regretted it. Last time he came home and his brother was there, he had caught Kieran getting fucked by his boyfriend. Well, maybe not boyfriend but definitely getting fucked. Cameron raced upstairs and burst into his brother's room before Kieran could have a chance to make himself decent. Unfortunately Kieran was sitting at the desk in his room and looked perfectly decent in a blue hoodie and comfy jogging bottoms in a matching colour. Where Cameron was tall and lanky, Kieran was several inches shorter - with the compact and wiry frame of a gymnast. This might have been because Kieran had been a gymnast for many years. "What're you doing here?" Cameron asked. He didn't mean for it to sound antagonistic - Kieran was ten months older and had moved out more than two months ago. Kieran turned, his dark brown eyes surrounded by his black-framed glasses that made him look like a sexy geek. "Mum said she missed her favourite son," Kieran replied. "Oh ha ha," Cameron responded, moving deeper into his brothers room. "It was my birthday last week, remember? I think I'm still hung over but mum said I had to come and spend some quality time with you. Also, presents and free food are good," Kieran replied. "Yea, I got you a... What's that?" Cameron asked. Cameron was distracted by what looked like some kind of checklist on Kieran's desk. "Never mind," Kieran started to say but Cameron snatched the list off his desk. "Kissing, undressing, nudity, solo masturbation, mutual masturbation... anal... rimming..." Cameron raised his eyes to Kieran; "You dirty bastard," Cameron teased. "Gimmie it back," Kieran replied - he stood up and started towards Cameron with his hand outstretched to retake it but made no real effort to retrieve the list by force. Cameron had backed up and now checked out his brother. Having been left unfulfilled by Vincent, Cameron had intended just to jerk off but now he was having other ideas. Kieran's chest was slightly exposed where the zip of his hoodie had not been pulled up all the way. Cameron reached forward and pulled the zipper down - Kieran's pecs and hard abdomen were gorgeous. With minimal effort, Cameron put aside the complication that Kieran was his brother - the boy in front of him was also a provocatively titillating man. "Spanking?" Cameron asked as he looked at the list again. Cameron's eyebrows had shot up and his smile grew wider as Kieran had the good grace to blush. "Maybe," Kieran replied; "It's for the web series I'm starring in," Kieran needn't remind Cameron that he was also starring in porn which was where the list would really be important. "The questionnaire is of things I would be willing, unwilling or maybe willing to do..." Kieran added. "Are you gay?" Cameron asked his brother, rudely interrupting him. Being homosexual himself it was natural that gay was the first place on the LGBTQ+ spectrum that Cameron thought about. "I don't mind having sex with men," Kieran answered. "I think that answers a different question," Cameron said. "I think I've liked girls, now I like guys and I'm not sure if I like both..." Kieran answered as honestly as he was able. "So you might be bi-?" Cameron clarified. "It's not so easy for everyone, you know. To put one word on what they are," Kieran said; "I am what I am." Kieran's reluctance to come out as gay or bisexual or sexually fluid or whatever was as much to do with his own uncertainty - the only thing he was certain of was that he liked cock right now - as it was his reluctance to tell his parents. They were cool about one gay son but Kieran felt a weight on his shoulders and if he came out he felt like it would be a crushing weight of his parent's disappointment. He'd have to think about it eventually. "Alright. So... spanking?" Cameron repeated, bringing things back to where they'd been a minute earlier. "Maybe," Kieran replied; "I don't really know if it does anything for me." "Wanna give it a try and see?" Cameron suggested. Cameron took off his school blazer - it was winter so he wore his blazer and a jacket over the top of it when walking home - then kicked the bedroom door closed (just in case). He unbuttoned the cuffs of his school shirt and folded the sleeves up to just under the elbow. "I dunno about this," Kieran said. "I usually like it better when guys just do what I want them to," Cameron said. Cameron sounded like he was joking but he meant it all the same. "How many other guys do you boss around?" Kieran asked even though he didn't really want to know. "None of your business," Cameron answered. Cameron liked his big brother and he was obviously enlightened - if that was the right word - but doubted if he would be cool about his little brother fucking a teacher. Cameron sat on the bed and beckoned Kieran closer. "Come here. Get over my knee," Cameron ordered. Kieran obeyed, dejectedly shuffling towards Cameron; his hoodie was still open and the tight muscle of his bare chest flexed as he lowered himself over Cameron's knee. Cameron raised a hand and brought it down on Kieran's ass. The slap was rather gentle but they both felt it. Cameron raised his hand again and aimed for the right buttock. The smack was a little harder this time, the noise muffled by the layers of clothing between Cameron's hand and Kieran's skin. Cameron continued to spank his brother and Kieran provided a narration of increasingly loud yelps. "I can almost feel you skin getting warmer," Cameron said while rubbing Kieran's bum. "Don't hit too hard," Kieran said. "I know. The aim is to make it red without bursting blood vessels," Cameron replied. Cameron knew this because he had been brushing up on the top themes within BDSM and sub/ dom relationships; also because he planned to study Medicine at University and biology was a pretty big theme there. "Oh yea? Tell me more Doctor Barness," Kieran mocked his little brother. "Spanking causes an anti-inflammatory response, which makes the skin red and hot. Hitting to hard will cause bruising by bursting small blood vessels beneath the skin," Cameron lectured. "Also, I don't like getting beat up," Kieran contributed; "So hit hard but not too hard." "Like this?" asked Cameron. "Yea. Ouch." A moment later and Kieran felt a hand tug the top of his jogging bottoms; Cameron pulled the waistband under the cleft of Kieran's ass to expose his boxers and then provided another spank. The sensation had more sting than before. The removal of a layer of cotton made contact much more effective. Kieran continued to "ouch" his way through the experience, jumping and wriggling in between contacts. One such wriggle allowed something stocky to make contact with Cameron's hip. Was big brother getting hard? "Get up," Cameron ordered his big brother. Kieran stood, his eyes downcast, and Cameron reached out and pulled his brother's joggers down at the front too. Kieran's snug-fitting boxers slipped just a little and titillated Cameron's interest. The bulge in Kieran's boxers was bigger than Cameron would have expected for a flaccid cock. Kieran's half-hard dick twitched under scrutiny from Cameron's eyes. "Take them off," Cameron said. Kieran pulled his legs out of the jogging bottoms and revealed legs like steel cables; sexy and sinewy. "Take the top off too and get back over my knee," Cameron instructed. Kieran obeyed and Cameron knew right then that the power rush he felt in commanding Vincent was nothing to do with him being a teacher... ok, it did have to do with that... it had to do with the thrill of being in control. Cameron liked being on top and he liked men who obeyed. Cameron didn't look down on the bottoms in his life because they had power too. Vincent, and in the last half an hour Kieran, fulfilled Cameron's sexual desires every bit as much as he fulfilled theirs. Their obedience turned Cameron on. Their obedience was a concession, not surrender. Cameron tugged at the leg of Kieran's boxers to get a good look at the buttock concealed within and saw it was fiery and warm. "The skins turning red around your poor bottom," Cameron commented. Cameron spanked again and Kieran humped Cameron's thigh; Cameron could feel a solid erection against his thigh now and it was exciting enough for his own cock to fill with blood. "Do you want me to stop?" Cameron asked. "No," Kieran replied. Cameron spanked Kieran again. "Do you want me to call you a bad boy?" Cameron asked. "Only if you want to sound silly... ouch," Kieran replied. "I don't think you're taking this seriously," Cameron commented, punctuating the sentence with another stoke. Cameron's eyes travelled up his big brother's smooth back; because he was bet over, Kieran's spine popped out with little ridges running the length of his back. Cameron had to resist the urge to kiss and lick every one of those little bones. Underneath him, Cameron was increasingly aware of Kieran's boner pressing against the inside of his thigh and when his own dick throbbed he knew Kieran's chest must have felt it. Cameron was increasingly horney and could feel himself getting wet. Cameron shifted his legs to press his thigh into the throbbing penis and Kieran could no longer pretend that Cam hadn't noticed. It had been embarrassing to be in his underwear while spanked while over his little brother's lap; it was even more embarrassing to know he was hard because of his little brother's efforts. Cameron spanked Kieran again and left his hand in contact with the perfect little mound. "Stand up," Cameron said at last. Kieran obeyed - his cock big inside the tight boxers. "Pull them down. Don't cover up," Cameron ordered. Kieran's hands rested on his hips before pushing down the last of his clothing. They fell to his ankles and Kieran stepped out of them. He was now naked and hard, his cock pointing into Cameron's face. Kieran had just turned eighteen while Cameron had turned seventeen in September. Only ten months separated them but there was still something exciting about bossing around an older boy; Cameron bossed around Vincent too and he wondered if he could get the same thrill from dominating someone younger. Cameron was mesmerised by Kieran's big dick. Had he noticed how big it was last time? "I don't want you leaking all over my good school trousers," Cameron said. Kieran looked into Cameron's eyes as little brother's smile grew. "Maybe I should take them off for you then?" Kieran proposed. An effusive nod from Cameron made Kieran hesitate rather than proceed. "Cameron... this is really weird. Really, really weird," Kieran said. Cameron shrugged nonchalantly - he was much more pragmatic about it. "Kieran, I like cock. I'm happy to play with my own but I'd rather fool around with someone else's..." Cameron replied. "Actually, I'd rather you fool around with mine. So, take my trousers off. Now." Kieran bent over Cameron's crotch to unfasten the trousers and then lowered the zip. Cameron lifted his bum so Kieran could pull the trousers down to Cameron's ankles. "Just take them off, they'll only get in the way," Cameron instructed. Ever obedient, Kieran pulled off Cameron's shoes and socks to release his trousers which found themselves in a heap on the floor. "Now get back over my knee," Cameron said. Naked, Kieran lowered himself over Cameron's bare legs. The skin to skin contact made Kieran's penis throb again, pulsing against the outside of Cameron's thigh. Cameron resumed his smacking of Kieran's bum - having never spanked before he was reluctant to go too hard on his big brother. Besides, he also didn't want to leave any marks that would endure for too long. Kieran's bum was already red and warm to touch and the excuse of improving access by completely stripping him was just that - an excuse. Cameron was in fact enjoying the feel of Kieran's eight inches humping against his own leg. Beneath his chest, Kieran could feel Cameron's hard-on grow - only his underwear separated Cameron's cock from leaking onto Kieran's chest. With every yelp and jump, Kieran felt his little brother's dick rub a little bit harder. "Ok, I think that's enough. Did you enjoy it?" Cameron asked. Kieran stood up and rubbed his sore buttocks; "I'm not sure." "You should tick the box anyway," Cameron suggested. Kieran actually thought the experience could be improved by someone other than Cameron doing the swatting. Having said that, his cock was still fully erect and as Kieran looked at Cameron - who was naked from the waist down - he saw the appeal of playing with any cock available. "Why don't we take care of these?" Cameron said. "Not really fair for me to be naked and..." Kieran started to say. Kieran was interrupted by a flurry of activity as Cameron stripped off his shirt and tie. Once he was sitting in just his underwear, Cameron flipped his legs in the air and hoisted his underwear down his legs and off - joining Kieran in total nudity. "Mutual masturbation was on your list too," Cameron said. Kieran nodded, taking in the sight of his long and lanky younger brother. They sat together on Kieran's bed and wrapped hands around the other's cock. The feel of a cock than your own is always exhilarating and both Cameron and Kieran enjoyed the feel, sight and sound of the other with amicable interest. Cameron had been horney from the moment he'd left school without getting time alone with Vincent so he was close from the moment Kieran wrapped his hand around the erection. As Kieran's pace quickened, Cameron breathed more heavily. "Kiss it," Cameron said and had to repeat himself before Kieran moved. Kieran lowered his mouth to Cameron's cock head and kissed the top. Sticky dregs of pre-cum had coated it and the taste was as sweet as nectar. One kiss did not suffice, so Kieran lowered his mouth again and with pursed lips planted a big, tongue assisted kiss on his brother's penis. Kieran had just lifted his face out of the way when his wanking paid off and Cameron's cock erupted with little spurts that weren't powerful enough to hit Kieran's retreating face. Cameron hadn't had time to build up to an orgasm of epic proportion but it was enough to make a mess of his abdomen and pubes where the cum congealed into a milky mess. There was also plenty of spunk on Kieran's fingers. Kieran was not quite there yet and with more interest and attention now being paid, Cameron was able to appreciate how hot his big brother's dick really was - perfect for porn or a seedy web series. It was eight inches long, quite thick and the ridge of the head was very satisfactory. As Cameron's palm moved up the length of Kieran's pole, he could feel the head pass though his tight fist. "Put your fingers in your mouth," Cameron told Kieran. The older sibling took the hint and sucked Cameron's cum off his fingers, licking down to the knuckle where the jizz had descened. Getting closer to orgasm, Cameron brought fingers to bear on Kieran's penis. His index finger swirled pre-cum over the head and then Cameron steepled his fingers on the head and twisted them around the knob as if he were polishing it. Kieran's cock liked that a lot and seconds later, he spilled his seed too. The spunk shot mostly into Cameron's hand and he giggled as he rubbed his hand over Kieran's tight chest to clean his palm. "When I said, I figured I should spend some quality time with you..." Kieran said a little breathlessly; "This isn't what I had in mind." "Really? No other idea ever crossed mine," Cameron replied flirtatiously. MEANWHILE After not going to PE, Robin had headed to the library and done his homework, then studied until he got tired and had no other option but to go home. Cameron had offered to stop by the library to study with him, but Robin liked the quiet and the solitude. It was late afternoon or early evening by the time Robin got home - since it was winter, the distinction didn't really matter when sunset was before 4PM. Robin stood outside his home for a full minute before climbing the concrete steps to the front door. He slid his key in quietly and entered, closing the door softly and crossing his fingers - which worked as effectively as prayer, i.e. it did not - that his dad was already dead to the world. Robin knew his dad wasn't working today but... "Robin? Get in here," his dad called. Bugger. "Hi, dad," Robin said quietly. "Here," his dad said - he thrust his hand out on which was a pill. His dad was forever smoking, drinking, pill-popping but Robin didn't recognise it. "What is it?" Robin asked as respectfully as he could. "Lego," he replied as if he was bored; "Try it." "No thanks, I need to go study... I've got exams soon and..." Robin started to say. His dad moved with a speed that one would not have thought possible. He grabbed Robin by the throat, pushed him back until he hit the wall and then Robin felt a hand push the pill into his mouth. His father hand clamped over Robin's mouth and jaw and his fingers pinched Robin's nose so he couldn't breathe. "Just swallow it. This can't be the first time a man had put something in your mouth and told you to swallow," he said coldly. Robin swallowed and his dad let go. Automatically, Robin opened his mouth to show the pill was gone. This was not the first time his dad had used Robin as a guinea pig. The first time his dad had first Spice he gave it to Robin to test before using it himself- Robin had been off school for a week. Spice is a synthetic cannabinoid and it had fucked Robin up so bad he felt like dying. It wouldn't help Robin to know that Lego was 12% MDMA because he didn't know what that was either. All he knew was... "If you're still alive in the morning, I'll know I can give it a shot," his dad said as he cracked open a beer. He looked at Robin with a faintly bored expression; "You never know when some meth-head is giving you aspirin or something really fuckin' mental." Robin stumbled to the door and was unsure if he should be relieved or not; all he knew was that he was going to have torturous time over the next few hours, probably days. "Have a nice weekend," his dad said spitefully to Robin's receding steps. Robin closed his bedroom door and leaned against it for a moment. On his mum's birthday, Robin had learned to expect a myriad of physical and psychological attacks from his dad. Lego might screw with his brain for a day or two but his dad could have beat the shit out of him and that hadn't happened. The lesser of two evils still meant enduring evil... but it could have been worse. From his bag Robin pulled out a card he had bought his mum just in case she had text him back or visited. Three chances of that: fat, slim and none. "Happy birthday mum," muttered Robin. Robin tore the card in two and dumped it in the bin in the corner of his room and then sat down and waited. He didn't have to wait long for the effects of Lego to begin - he was pretty sure the air was not meant to throb and the walls weren't meant to evaporate... AND ANOTHER THING Micah had dozed off thinking about Adam. It was hours after school and while Micah was waiting for his dinner, he had lay back in bed and thought about Adam's lips around his cock. Micah had enjoyed watching Adam during PE - running around the football pitch; Adam had worn regular shorts today but the memory of the obscenely short shorts from a few weeks ago was still fresh enough to recall and excited Micah enough to make showering after class impossible. Those tiny shorts had been amazing to behold and when Adam had been shirtless in them too, Micah was sure he was going to cum so hard it would blow a hole in his own shorts. There were many days, like this one, when Micah went home and lay in bed and jerked off to the memory. Adding to Micah's wank bank was the sight Adam naked and uninhibited at Gymno-Mania, jerking off and cumming for an audience. Micah was slowly building a powerful template of dominance over Adam and now he had the memory of Adam giving a sloppy blowjob. Laying in bed, even half asleep, Micah fully hard and he rubbed his erection through his school trousers. A satisfied smile pulled at Micah's lips, who needed the internet when he had Adam-porn. Adam really was a good looking boy. Obnoxious, sure, but it was nice to have an obedient boy who would drop to his knees... Was that really how Micah felt? Sure he liked a submissive boy, but was he really dominant? Micah had to admit - if only to himself - he was worried about the kind of person he was becoming. To force - no, he didn't like that word at all - to compel Adam to do his bidding had been exciting but was it wrong? Micah's phone vibrated, pulling him from reverie. MrEe: [Well?] Shit. Micah meant to texted him (whoever he was) hours ago. Micah: [Bronze medal for the BJ. I don't think his heart was in it.] Micah: [Getting physical with Adam was kinda cool but I'm not sure about this. Adam's a bastard but that doesn't make it ok for me to be one.] The reply took a minute. MrEe: [You get a good pic? Send it.] Micah sighed - his reservations completely ignored, but he expected nothing else from MrEe (mystery) - the anonymous man who had offered him the pleasure of screwing around with Adam Mansouri. Micah assumed the texter was a nutcase but then he saw Adam in little shorts for PE and then naked at Gymno-Mania and the possibilities were too good to ignore. Micah: [I'll send it now.] Micah had to admit that the pic he had taken that afternoon of Adam, naked, with a cock in his mouth was very uplifting. It was hard to tell it was Adam, but it was a face attached to a cock and those kinds of pics are awesome. MrEe: [This is our secret, remember?] Micah: [So secret you still won't tell me who you are? Or why you're doing this to Adam?] MrEe: [Just do as you're told, Micah.] Micah was curious who MrEe was but Adam had a greater investment in the big question. It amused Micah that Adam had assumed he was behind everything. They were both oddly joined to this stranger pulling strings; Micah willingly as the face of the enemy and Adam the target for some unknown reason. Regardless of all that, one question remained: Who is this anonymous man? Nifty remains free because of visitor donations so if you love these stories please help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Authors receive no gratuities so if you've enjoyed Do As You're Told, please contact me and say something nice. 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