Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2018 17:16:51 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Fifteen Do As You're Told Chapter Fifteen: Who I Want To Be 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. THURSDAY 20TH DECEMBER 2018 It was like Christmas had come early - there was something fan-fucking-tastic about starting a Thursday with a tongue licking your ass. Actually, any day that starts with a tongue licking your ass is a good day. Rhys was on his back with his arms stretched above his head gripping the headboard of the bed. Malcolm was between his legs, his pink tongue lolling as it prodded, licked and then lips kissed the puckered hole of Rhys' ass. Rhys was jerking his own dick and was ready to cum when Malcolm stepped things up by licking Rhys' balls, sucking one into his mouth and then a second. The warm eggs were like Chinese stress balls (boading balls) as they rolled around each other in Malcolm's mouth. Rhys arched his back a little as he shot cum over his abdomen and squeezed his dick until it gave up every drop it had to offer. Malcolm had felt Rhys release but gave him another minute of attention before spitting Rhys' balls from his mouth and sitting up. "Oh god, you're a filthy fucker," Rhys complimented him. "I know how much you like me sucking your medicine balls," Malcolm said as he pulled his boxers back on. "Well, you are a doctor," Rhys replied wittily. Malcolm rolled his eyes which prompted Rhys to press on with a different observation. "I meant you're filthy because you're letting me stay in your house while my boiler gets fixed... and five minutes after your boyfriend is out of the house you're sucking my balls," Rhys said elatedly, hands behind his head and cum drying where it spilled. Andy went for a forty-five minute run every morning at early o'clock, during which time Malcolm often slept a little longer or had a shower before Andy returned or he made breakfast; today, with his lover staying over, he had thrown indiscretion to the wind and.... well, did what he just did. "Yup," Malcolm answered neutrally. "You better get a shift on, Andy will be back soon," Rhys said though Malcolm was already at the door of the spare room where Rhys was staying. "Next time, you'll be sucking my balls," Malcolm said by way of a parting shot. Rhys just grinned as the door closed over and Malcolm receded into the hall and back towards his own bedroom. It was early in the morning to be texting but Rhys lifted his phone and tapped a quick text message to make arrangements that he'd been meaning to set up for a few days. He'd bought a lovely new sex toy and intended to put it to good use. Rhys tossed his phone back beside him and closed his eyes. "What do you mean?" said a voice from the doorway a minute later. Rhys opened his eyes and Malcolm was back - this time with a white towel around his ebony waist - and peeking into the bedroom. Rhys sat up and looked quizzically at him. Malcolm waved his phone impatiently, "Who's our mutual friend and what have you bought?" "Oh..." Rhys replied, his eyes wide as he realised he had sent the text to the wrong person. "Oops, that wasn't meant for you." "Right..." Malcolm said, though he was still clearly curious what the text had meant. "Don't be jealous, dear," Rhys said mocking. "I'm not jealous," Malcolm sneered. Malcolm's reply had been immediate and scathing; Rhys felt like he had been slapped, though he didn't show it. He would have liked Malcolm to be a little jealous. Not that he wanted Malcolm as a boyfriend - he was a good fuck that's all, but he would have liked Malcolm to be more invested in their 'relationship' than he was. It was already a delicious taboo for Malcolm to be in a serious long-term relationship (Malcolm's dishonesty seriously turned Rhys on) - was it too much to ask that Malcolm also be invested in their tryst? Rhys shrugged it off, it didn't really matter but it would have been a nice touch. By the time Rhys was paying attention again, Malcolm was gone and he could hear the shower running. Rhys heard the front door open and Andy returning from his run. Rhys he could almost imagine the cold (it's December!) and sweaty man hopping into the hot shower with his boyfriend. They were a cute couple... there was a part of Rhys that would have liked to just tell Andy that his boyfriend was a cheat but he wanted to carry on fucking Malcolm so he couldn't do that. Besides, it would be cruel to do such a thing. That made Rhys smile. Rhys lay back on the bed and picked up is phone. Rhys: [I've bought a certain item for our mutual friend to wear for his shift tonight. Pick it up at the Pothos Emporium. You can help him put it in if you like.] He tapped the recipients box and then the contacts icon and selected Micah; back to the message he added "at Gymno-Mania" to the end of the first sentence. Then he tapped send and grinned with malign satisfaction. It was hard work being the other man. But it was wonderful being an anonymous man. MEANWHILE Micah had been laying face down, his boner pressed into the surface beneath him while a very buff Latino man massaged his back. The man teased his way to the bottom of Micah's back, his brown skin shiny from massage oil and the lights above him. The man was edging closer to the top of Micah's ass and to the crack between his buttocks... Hands instead jumped to his legs and worked their way up. Oh fuck, his legs. Micah liked legs - boy legs were the best; skinny but not emaciated and muscular without being beefy. The sensation of the man's hands on Micah's thighs, sliding their way to the inner thigh and then up. Up. Up! Micah humped the table a little and felt his cock getting close to bursting point. The Latino's hands moved back to Micah's ass, this time wasting no time with teasing; hands rubbed the pert little mounds and edged closer to the hole in one that the teenager was hungry for. Micah's sensitive hole felt the pressure of fingers around its edge so he pressed his cock harder into the surface under him. Close. His orgasm was so close... A noise broke its way into the room. Where had it come from? Micah turned over with his eyes still squeezed shut. He ignored the aberrant sound. The Latino man put his hands on Micah's nipples, rubbing and pinching them. Hands wandered down Micah's slippery body until they found a teenage cock. Micah's dick became firm and hot as the Latino man worked it. Micah moaned a little as he got closer to an orgasm. His favourite thing about cumming in the morning was letting it go sticky and then washing it off in the shower. Was it morning? Micah was on the edge of cumming when a new noise entered the room. He was past the tipping point though and the luscious Latino finished Micah off with a final few strokes that shot cum onto his tummy. What was that noise? It sounded like a pure bell... his phone? Which was... Micah had no time to enjoy a post orgasmic cuddle with the hot Latino man who disintegrated as if made of smoke and a stiff breeze had just entered the room... Micah opened his eyes and glared at his phone. "Stupid phone," he admonished the inanimate object. "Who do you think you are interrupting me and Diego?" Micah asked but even anthropomorphising the phone did not induce it to reply. The cum was sticky and stinky in the musk of the teenagers room. Micah dipped a finger into it and played with the blobs of spunk. With his other hand he reached for his bedside table. Micah picked up the phone and silenced the alarm that had broken the end of his dream. He noticed a message too - that must have been the first noise to innervate the dream. Who had interrupted his dream? When Micah discovered it was his anonymous friend with a mission against Adam, he perked up a little. MrEe: [I've bought a certain item for our mutual friend to wear for his shift tonight at Gymno-Mania. Pick it up at the Pothos Emporium, you can help him put it in if you like.] "A certain item?" Micah asked his empty bedroom. "Are you awake?" called the voice of mum. Or was it dad? Hard to tell at this time of the morning. "No!" Micah replied. "Ok." "A certain item?" Micah repeated as he put his bare feet to the floor. His cheeky little morning erection was floppy now but Micah diddled his willy just for fun. Micah was looking forward to finding out what the certain item was. He was still curious who the anonymous manipulator was, but he was no closer to that answer; or the question of why MrEe had it in for Adam. LATER "So, do you remember how we were talking about magic last week?" Ben asked with a little tremble to his voice. Robin had been standing outside his first class of the day and chatting to Cameron when the question was posed. Ben - the cute photography-obsessed boy - had sneaked up on Robin and asked his question without preface, as a result it took a bit of time for Robin to think of a response. Cameron couldn't conceal his smile for two reasons: firstly, because he had already guessed what was causing Ben's nervous non sequitur; and second, because it was obvious that Robin hadn't inferred the reason for Ben's nervousness. "Eh... no?" replied Robin eventually. "Oh... eh... was that a conversation we actually had or just one I practiced?" Ben wondered aloud. Cameron snorted a laugh and turned away from the pair to muffle the sound. "Magic?" Robin asked. Ben stumbled his way through a series of phrases that together struggled to make a coherent dialogue: "Oh, yea... so, I wondered... I mean, only if you want to... do you want to go... I mean, that's if you haven't seen it already... do you want to go to the movies with me? To see Fantastic Beasts... hence the magic question..." Robin's eyes went wide and he looked around to make sure Ben was actually talking to him. Robin's brain struggled to process the question. Was he being asked out by a cute boy? Is he talking to me? Is Ben talking to me? Robin was the only one here, so Ben must be talking to him. Cameron struggled not to look around to see the look on Robin's face as the silence protracted. "Eh... ummm... huh?" Robin eventually replied. Ben's happily expectant expression faltered - suddenly he felt foolish for asking. Indeed, Ben wondered if he's made a mistake about Robin - maybe Robin wasn't gay? Everyone thought he was but maybe he wasn't and Ben had just made a fool of himself asking out a straight boy. Ben flushed with embarrassment and he was about to say something when Carlos, the psycho Stephen Wyle and a few others wandered past. Stephen shoulder-bumped Ben - hard - and snorted at Ben's protest. "Hey!" Ben replied before he could mute his objection. "Hey fucking what?" Stephen demanded. Robin was torn between looking small and intervening. Between his dad and Adam, Robin had enough bullies in his life without antagonising Stephen. "Poofter, I'm talking to you! Hey. Fucking. What?" Stephen asked slowly - challenging Ben to speak up and bearing down on the smaller boy who flinched at the mere closing of space between them. "Hey, Stephen, big man," said a cheery voice from half a corridor away. Arthur was moving towards the group and both Cameron and Robin noticed his strides were quicker and longer than usual. Adam, Tomek and Murray were close behind but by the looks on their face they were wondering why they were left looking at the back of Arthur's head. "Did you see the FA Cup match the other night? Were they wearing fucking blindfolds or something?" Arthur asked with a chuckle. Arthur gently pressed himself into the remaining space between Ben and Stephen - the psycho - Wyle. With an apparently dismissive little shove, he eased Ben aside - out of the firing range he had occupied - and carried on with a conversation about English football. When the bell rang to signal the start of class, Stephen moved on. His dispute for the sake of dispute with Ben was forgotten. That was how little Ben mattered - which is rather disparaging to the boy. Rather, the case was that Stephen was a fucking dick who could start a fight in an empty room and flexed his muscles against weakling like Ben because... "He's got a tiny cock." Ben giggled at Arthur's (whispered) comment and Art grinned broadly at the cute little face that had suddenly relaxed. "Don't worry about it," Arthur advised Ben with a little pat on his head. "Stephen's just a prick, I'll watch out for you." "Thanks, Arthur," Ben replied. Cameron saw the look on his face and knew that Robin was clearly not the only person that Ben had a crush on. Which was understandable - Arthur was a nice, handsome, straight boy who was kind to fearful, young gay boys. The boys started to file into the class and Robin had no opportunity to respond to Ben's question. In fact, Ben seemed to have forgotten he asked in the trauma of nearly getting pummelled for the crime of existing. "Why did you do that?" asked Adam in a hushed voice. "What?" Arthur replied. "You didn't need to get involved. That was none of your business," Adam rejoined. "Aye, but Stephen would have wiped the floor with the wee man," Arthur said as if it were obvious. It was obvious. "But what's that got to do with you?" Adam wondered. "He doesn't deserve it. Ben's a nice lad. Someone needs to stick up for people who need it," Arthur's tone was half-way towards being accusatory. "You should stick up for people who need it too," was implicit yet unsaid in Arthur's reply to Adam. That got Adam thinking... "Hey, butt-fuck! Do you want to move out of the way?" said Carlos, pushing roughly past Robin who was still packing up after the class. Evidently Robin had inconvenienced Carlos for nearly two seconds. 'Tis the season to be cranky... What was it with everyone being class-A bastards today? "Jobby-breath, I need past too," Nasser said even though Robin had moved out of the aisle between the desks and was therefore no longer in the way of anyone. Adam's friends laughed at each other's insults as they left the room and Adam was left to think about how he used to lead the charge in calling Robin girls names or insulting him with gay abuse or simply being a jerk. Now Adam glared at his retreating friends, though he said nothing. Ben missed a step as he halted to let the bigger boys though the door - the better to avoid another confrontation. Adam looked around to catch the withering look on Arthur's face - who then left without comment. Adam knew he'd been abandoned by Arthur on purpose - left alone to think about the missed opportunity of sticking up for someone who needed it. "I need to pee, I'll catch you up," Cameron told Robin who promptly ran off, leaving Robin alone. Adam was still thinking about the insults his friends had hurled at Robin as they left the room. Adam checked that the room was almost empty because deep down he was still a coward at school and his reputation still meant more than being a good person. But he was trying... "I'm sorry about them," said Adam, quite to Robin's surprise. Robin looked at Adam as if surprised that he had deigned to speak to him. Adam was talking to him? Without insult or scorn? In school? Again? "Are you really? Why?" Robin replied. "Maybe I feel bad about some of the things I've said to you over the years," Adam suggested. "Some?" Robin asked. "I'm trying to apologise. Do you have to make that so hard?" Adam replied, starting to feel irate. Robin thought about it but a part or him figured that maybe it should be hard for Adam because then he would know the bully really meant it. Robin knew Adam could be a better version of himself but he would need to work for it. Besides, Robin didn't trust Adam to not set him up; to be kind in order to maximise an impending cruelty. "Do I owe you an easy time?" Robin wondered aloud. "I guess not," Adam admitted gloomily and making Robin feel like a cranky class-A bastard. "I didn't mean to be a dick," Robin apologised with a sigh. "I know you were trying to be nice. I just think..." "Think, what?" Adam enquired. "No offence, but you apologise and I can't help but think it's some kind of trick or trap," Robin said. "Like maybe you're lulling me into a false sense of security to set me up for the biggest fall yet." "Why would I do that?" Adam asked. "Why would you spend more than five years insulting and ridiculing me for no reason? Why would you make me feel like dirt on your shoe, just because you think I'm gay?" Robin pointed out. Even now Robin refused to just come out and say he was gay: he had emphasised the word "think" deliberately. But then Robin knew Adam would not come out either - yet this mutual stalemate was only scratching the surface. If Robin had learned anything it was that Adam's own self-loathing was only a part of why he acted the way he did... so what was the other part? "We all have reasons for being who we are, for making the choices we make, for doing the things we do," Adam said seriously, as if he had read Robin's mind. "And what's your reason, Adam? Why have you done this to me?" Robin asked gently, emotion pulling at his voice. Robin spoke gently because he suddenly realised that Adam was making a genuine effort. When Teen Titan had first started to encounter Adam, he had attempted to engender a change in Adam's behaviour at school. To align the Adam that Teen Titan knew with the jerk he was at school. To banish the crappy version of Adam - the version that was very much a mask of the good person underneath. Adam didn't reply. He only seemed to sulk, his face sour as if struck. Not that Robin wasn't right, he was - that's why it struck so hard. "Ok... what if I told you why?" Adam asked miserably. "Give me a chance to explain." Robin thought for a moment. He was thinking that Adam had come a long way to even make this gesture but it was still hard to accept he was being genuine. A part of Robin wondered why... why should he give Adam the chance? "I don't owe you anything, Adam," Robin said quietly and in a neutral tone of voice. "No..." Adam replied, "I owe you." "I agree," Robin said almost inaudibly. Adam sighed heavily with frustration. "It's not a trick, Robin. It's not a trap. Meet me after school tomorrow and I'll explain myself," Adam offered. "Why do you want to? Why would you care what I think of you?" Robin wondered. Adam paused before answering, it was hard to apologise and doggedly pursue forgiveness and Robin - while not making it hard - wasn't making it easy. No reason why he should, of course. "Someone important to me has me thinking more deeply about who I really am and who I want to be," Adam said. Robin had heard some of Arthur's commentary earlier; was he who Adam mean? Or did Adam mean Teen Titan? How would Adam feel if he knew that Teen Titan was right in front of him? "And I want other people to see me that way, I guess. Or at least stop seeing me as a two-dimensional tosser," Adam concluded. Robin knew Adam to be narcissistic (in and out of The Fourth) so hearing him being self-effacing brought a small smile to Robin's face. "Alright," Robin agreed. Robin wasn't sure why it was important to Adam that he be seen differently but given what he knew about Adam from his experiences as Teen Titan, he figured he should give Adam the benefit of the doubt. Ben and Micah had taken to spending lunch time with Cameron and Robin. Today, Micah was nowhere to be seen, the lad having slipped off on an ambiguous errand. Micah was like the friend who always made or agreed to plans and then never turned up or made an excuse at the last minute. Something wasn't right with Micah, now more than ever. Robin, Cameron and Ben were sat in the corner of the cafeteria, chatting over sandwiches and crisps. No mention was made of Ben asking Robin out - with the fright Ben had gotten from Stephen threatening him, he seemed to have forgotten. Luckily Cameron wanted to visit Vincent so he made an excuse and winked at Robin as he left. Robin assumed he was being left to have a private little chat with the cute photographer but Robin chickened out and they talked about music instead. "Honey, I'm home," said Cameron while closing the classroom door. There was no need to lock it today - this was not a conjugal visit. Vincent looked up and then looked around to make sure the query was a safe one but of course, the room was empty. "Shouldn't you be headed to your next class?" Vincent suggested. "It's lunch time," Cameron replied. "Oh... I see," Vincent responded distractedly after looking at the clock. "What's up with you?" Cameron asked with a note of concern. "What do you mean?" Vincent asked, adding an unconvincing smile. "I mean... I dunno... you've seemed distracted. You've your usual animated self when teaching," Cameron said. Cameron was aware he had not well-articulated the cause of his concern for Vincent, but much of it seemed instinctual and unconscious. He wasn't sure what had tipped him to thinking Vincent was distracted, he only knew that his lover was distracted. "You barely even look at me in class and usually I notice your sneaky glances. Are you avoiding me?" Cameron persisted. Cameron was starting to feel insecure - as smitten teenagers are prone to do - like perhaps he had done something wrong or their fuck in his classroom last week had been a step too far. "We didn't have plans yesterday," Vincent said as a half question and half statement. An excuse is what it was. Vincent's preoccupation had begun when he had taken the bus last week. "I feel like something's wrong... if you don't want to tell me, just say so but don't treat me like I'm stupid," Cameron said matter-of-factly. The hard truth was that Cameron was spot-on. Something was wrong and Vincent was distracted. If they were in a relationship, though it was one that was difficult to define precisely, shouldn't they be able to talk and share things? Vincent was not sure he wanted to get into the details of the conversation he'd had with Ianto on the bus last week but he also didn't want there to be a barrier between himself and Cameron when they probably would not see each other until after New Year. He had figured he might one day tell Cameron about his past, but Vincent hadn't counted on it being right now. "I bumped into someone I used to know," Vincent conceded. "An ex-?" "No." "So, who then?" Cameron asked. "A boy I went to school with. It doesn't really matter who he is, I only mention it because he got me thinking about Jake and Charlie. Do you remember I told you about them?" Vincent enquired. Vincent was wondering how much attention Cameron had paid to the important characters in his embarrassing story from when he was seventeen. Vincent half expected Cameron to focus on the details of the story in which he had sucked off boys in the shower after losing all his pubes but to his surprise... "Aye, I remember. Charlie was your best friend who you fell for big time but never asked out. Jake was your other friend who caught you off guard by asking you out when you started university and Charlie was conveniently out of the way," Cameron replied. Cameron wore a slightly cynical smile about the whole love triangle. Cameron had focused on the right details but was so succinct that Vincent felt he had missed the most salient point. "Have you ever been in love?" Vincent asked. "I don't know," Cameron said honestly; "Do you think 'I don't know' means I haven't?" Vincent had to think about that. If one wasn't sure about their feelings, did it mean the feeling wasn't love? Wouldn't you know if you were in love? Vincent didn't think it was that easy, no matter what the movies say. "It means love is complicated. Maybe 'I don't know' means you've not figured out what love is for you," Vincent suggested. "So you were in love with Charlie and then fell in love with Jake?" Cameron asked because he didn't think he was in love and wasn't sure that was something you told a man you were fucking. Cameron had finally settled himself into a chair; in the corridor behind them the bustle of school continued but they attracted neither interest nor attention and if anyone came in, they were only talking. "Yes. And that's the important thing... I loved Jake. More than I loved Charlie, I think. Charlie was my first, it was obsession and passion... and unrequited. But Jake loved me back and he made me..." Vincent's voice trembled suddenly and his eyes swam until Cameron blurred from view. "He made me so happy." Cameron didn't know what to do with a crying man in front of him. Vincent quickly wiped his tears away and composed himself. "Charlie and I had been dating for nearly two years... when..." Vincent started to say. He realised that for the second time in as many weeks he was reliving a very private part of his past, sharing it in a way he never had before. "...he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. We didn't make it to three years." "I'm sorry, I didn't know. Gosh, if you don't want to talk about it..." Cameron said but left the sentence unfinished. "There are two rings on the mirror in my bedroom, do you remember?" Vincent asked. Cameron nodded mutely and numbly. "Engagement rings. We knew he wouldn't make it to a wedding day but I wanted Jake to know how much I..." Vincent was saying slowly. "How much you loved him." Cameron interrupted. Vincent had been really, really in love with Jake and Cameron wondered if he could even compete with the memory of a ghost. "I moved on," Vincent said reassuringly and he held Cameron's hand for as long as he dared - the risk of being caught made him withdraw his hand. "He's gone and nothing can ever bring him back." "Have you been in love since?" Cameron asked, sounding like an awkward seventeen year old as he said it. "Not like that. But love is never the same for anybody. No two loves are felt with mutual flame," Vincent said. Cameron's eyes told Vincent that he had understood the pseudo-reference to the Lord Alfred Douglas poem. "What about Charlie? He was your friend and Jake's too... what happened to him?" Cameron asked. "He's not my friend," Vincent replied vehemently. "Why?" "When Jake got sick I told Charlie because... because I needed someone to talk to, to confide in. Someone who knew us both and knew how hard it would be for me; but not judge me for thinking it was hard for me to watch my boyfriend die. I mean, how selfish is it to think about yourself at a time like that?" Vincent asked but Cameron didn't answer. Vincent seemed to wait for an answer but Cameron had no experience on which to form an opinion. "Charlie was in Glasgow and Jake and I were living in a flat here in Coalwater so he wasn't too far away, but he wasn't exactly next door either. When I told Charlie about Jake..." Vincent cast his eyes downward. What was that - shame? Vincent had not been ashamed of being a little bit selfish - thinking about how hard it was for him when it was Jake who was dying - because that was a normal feeling under the circumstances. What was he ashamed of then? "Charlie said he'd be there for me. He'd always been closer to me than to Jake. Jake had always known how I felt about Charlie, but he accepted Charlie was an important part of my life. My best friend. Jake knew I'd been in love with Charlie but I think he always believed it was a silly, besotted, crush more than anything else. Maybe he was right. Either way, Jake knew I was loyal and monogamous and that Charlie was just a friend. He was only ever a friend," Vincent said with a hint of regret. "Charlie said he'd be there for me. He said he'd be coming up to Coalwater soon and he'd visit... and he'd be there for me," Vincent repeated. "But he wasn't?" Cameron said - speaking for the first time in several minutes. "No." Cameron sat in silence. Vincent sat in silence. "My best friend wasn't there for me when I needed him. I didn't hear from him for weeks and then a mutual friend let slip that he's fucked off to Germany on holiday. He didn't come to see me - or Jake - and he didn't tell me he was leaving the fucking country..." even now it was obvious how angry the situation had made Vincent. "I knew he'd been back for a few weeks before I emailed him because he still hadn't visited, still hadn't been in touch, still hadn't told Jake how sorry he was to hear the news... Jake's diagnosis was shit, he didn't have much time. But still Charlie hadn't been there for me when I needed him to most..." Cameron wore an expression of sympathy and concern but again remained silent. He had asked Vincent what was wrong - years of resentment were now bubbling up. "I feel ashamed when I think about the things I said to him in that email. Even now, five years later, I can't read it back. I said something to the effect of: you're a selfish bastard and a crappy friend. I said it had been months since I told him our friend - my boyfriend - was dying and he hadn't bothered to come," Vincent couldn't look at Cameron as he recalled his missive; "I reminded him that he said he'd be there for me... and he'd failed. And since he couldn't be fucked being there for me when I needed him... maybe he should just stay away. I told him to stay a long way away and never come back." "So he didn't?" Cameron asked quietly. "So he didn't," Vincent confirmed. "I never heard from Charlie or spoke to him again. He didn't come to Jake's funeral and now, five years later, I regret what I said. And miss him." "This is heavy," Cameron said. Vincent chuckled bleakly at that; "Ho ho ho, merry Christmas." The sentiment in the face of such a serious heart-to heart cut the tension and they both relaxed a little. "And this is what you've been thinking about because you met a boy from school?" Cameron asked. "Yes." "Are you ok?" Cameron asked sympathetically. The bell rang to signal the end of the lunch and the start of the next period. "I'm ok," Vincent said convincingly. "Thanks for sharing that with me. Thanks for being honest," Cameron told him as he rose and kissed his fingers and then touched those fingers to Vincent's hand. "Thanks for listening.... thanks for being there for me," Vincent replied. "I like being there for you," Cameron admitted. The conversation had been heavy and serious but they were closer for it and that made Cameron happy. "I need to go." Vincent nodded as he saw a queue of pupils forming outside his classroom. "See you later," Vincent replied. Cameron hurried out of the room and Mr Wilson's class hurried in. While the class settled themselves behind their desks, Vincent checked his emails. Vincent had been honest when he said he had not seen, heard from or spoken to Charlie for five years but he may have failed to mention that he had now emailed Charlie for the first time in all those years. He had no new emails. MEANWHILE Although it was lunch time, Adam wasn't hungry and he found himself pissed off with his friends. Having listened to things his friends had said to Robin - benign compared to some of the things he'd said over the years - he had no inclination to spend time with them. He hadn't realised how petty and unbecoming his bullying was and he wondered, given Arthur's affable demeanour, how the hell Arthur could stomach being around them all. Thinking about this, Adam wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. The last full day of school was zooming in. Tomorrow, Friday, was only a half day so it was nice to be more than half way through Thursday. Adam felt better - sort of - after his talk with Robin and Arthur was talking to him again so all was good. Adam felt buoyed by his first attempt at making amends, his first foray into being less of a charmless insult-machine. But then Micah appeared at his side. Good feelings gone. "Does my ass look good in these trousers?" asked Micah. That was not the kind of question Adam would want people to overhear. A gay question like that made him look bad. Great - thanks for the self-hate. Adam kicked himself for being so vain. "What do you want? Don't you normally just text when you want to harass me?" Adam asked. "I went shopping at lunch time," Micah ignored the question. Micah had gone into town during the lunch hour - the trip there and back took most of his lunchtime but it was worth it to collect the item MrEe had purchased. "I don't care. Can't you just leave me alone until after school? You know I'm working at Gymno-Mania tonight, go away until then," Adam implored. "I'm glad you mentioned your twilight shift at the gym..." Micah said beamingly. "Oh, fuck," Adam muttered - and this was before he even knew what Micah had in mind for him. "I'd love to but I don't have protection on me," Micah retorted. Three minutes later and Adam was entering one of the cubicles in the boys changing room - hidden behind the modesty wall, Adam tried to recall if he had ever used one of these cubicles. He rather thought not, not in more than five years at the school. Part of it was a status thing - using the changing cubicles in the boys changing room was an admission that you had something to hide. They were an antithesis to their intended purpose because they singled out the modest, shy, retiring boys and made them more likely to be targeted. Maybe Adam did belong here. "Ok, push your trousers and underwear to the floor," Micah demanded. Adam gritted his teeth and, in a testament to how deeply enslaved he was to humiliation and domination, he obeyed without protest. When had he stopped objecting? When had he decided compliance was the only way to survive? "Hurry up!" Micah hurried him. Adam did as he was told and stood with his bare bum and flaccid penis hanging out, barely covered by his shirttails. Micah smiled and then put out a single finger to lift the bottom of the shirt and peek at the penis he never got tired of seeing. He dropped the shirt and told Adam to turn around. "Why?" Adam asked. Micah looked at him with an expression of frustration, wishing the boy would just do as he was told. Instead of speaking, Micah reached into his schoolbag and pulled out a square box; on the cover of the box was a picture of a... "A vibrating butt plug?" On the cover of the box was a picture of a vibrating but plug. "Yea. And it's pretty cool," Micah replied more enthusiastically than Adam. "It's remote controlled. We can control it using an app!" Something nagged in Adam's mind - had Micah used "we" before when talking about his manipulation. "We?" Adam asked. Adam faintly recalled a similar slip of the tongue a few weeks ago, right before Micah demanded a blow job. The collective pronoun had been tucked away in his subconscious. "Just a figure of speech," Micah replied seamlessly. Something didn't feel right about this. The possibilities were twofold. "Does someone else know about this?" Adam asked aghast. Adam's mind was also filled with a different question: "Are you really Mr Anonymous?" He was about to ask that very question when... "Listen the fuck up! I tell you what to do, you do it. You don't get twenty questions. Do as I fucking tell you or I'll ruin your life," Micah replied with venom. "Why?" Adam found himself brave enough to ask. "Because you are dangerous," Micah said seriously. "I'm..." "You're a bully. And a hypocrite. You're a homophobic bully who treats people like shit, even the not-gay kids. And you're not the worst kid in this school, but that doesn't matter. You're like the chosen one, you're special. You get to pay the price for your arrogance, your superiority complex, your..." Micah was on a roll when Adam interrupted. "Do you like to pretend you're better than me? When you dream up ways to get me back, hurt me, insult me, humiliate me... do you like to pretend it's ok because I've called people names?" Adam asked. Micah shook his head slowly and wore an expression of anger and disappointment on his face; "You don't understand." "Just get on with it," Adam conceded, turning around to offer his back to Micah. Adam's hands were flat against the wall of the small cubicle, his legs were as far apart as the clothes around his ankles would allow and Micah, to his credit and despite the fact he was seriously pissed off now, lubricated the device he was about to shove into Adam's anus. The vibrating butt plug was black except for the base that showed once inserted - it looked chrome. It was the only thing that would show once it was deep inside its user. The plug was shaped like an elongated egg, attached to that was a stalk that connected to the flange that formed the base. Only on the very bottom surface did the jet-black give way to the shine of chrome. Once it was lubed up, Micah pressed it against Adam's sphincter. Adam instinctively pushed his arse out, bending over a little to make it easier for him to take it. It went in smoothly, even with Micah screwing it slightly as it entered. It sat almost flush against Adam's buttocks; certainly it would not be obvious once his trousers were back up. "Will we try it out?" Micah asked rhetorically. He'd already downloaded the app and linked it to the butt plug so a couple of taps later and Adam felt it come to life. "Fuc-" Adam managed before biting his lip. "Turn around," Micah said. Adam turned and Micah saw the vibration had had an immediate effect. Adam's penis was not fully hard, but it was well chubbed up after only a few seconds on a relatively low setting. Micah turned it up and watched Adam's cock grow to full size. "Wow," Micah said, absentmindedly gripping Adam's cock without permission or protest. The earlier disagreement, with good points made on both sides was - well, not forgotten but - a distant memory. Even Adam had to admit the feeling in his ass and the grip on his cock was awesome. "Right. Well. You can pull them back up," Micah said, reluctantly letting go of the beautiful dick. Adam did as he was told, shoving his sensitive erection back inside his pants and then his trousers. It looked obvious to Adam that he was hard but he was looking for the oddity, he suspected most people would not give it a seconds thought. "I don't know what the range is like. I could test it during sixth period," Micah suggested. Adam just shrugged, much to Micah's annoyance. "Make sure you wear it to your shift at Gymno-Mania tonight," Micah told him. "Yea, fine." "And wear shorts, no underwear; trainers, no socks; a vest or really short sleeved t-shirt. You got all that?" Micah asked - he was aiming for patronising. "Can I remember three things? Yea, I think I've got it," Adam replied - outmatching Micah's condescension. A few hours later and Adam drove into the car park of Gymno-Mania. Stepping out into the cold December night, frigid wind throwing itself at his bare legs and naked ankles, Adam lamented that he hadn't worn something warmer for the drive. A squall stirred up the leg holes of the shirt and tingled against his balls and the head of his penis in a way that was not unpleasant. At least Adam had a jumper on over the vest he'd chosen - it showed off his muscular arms - and a winter jacket over that. He jogged over to the entrance and made his way inside. It was very cosy inside and within minutes, his legs felt better. Adam got to the staffroom and took off his jacket then pulled off his jumper. As his jumper came off, it pulled his vest up too, riding high enough to show off his abdomen and chest to the two staff who were still in the room. They liked what they saw - the exposure of his long legs due to the brevity of his shorts and the smooth skin where the waistband hugged his hips. Adam's muscular arms that didn't compare to most of the seasoned weight trainers in Gymno-Mania but Adam was only seventeen and more of an athlete than a weight lifter. Adam had brought the vibrating butt plug with him and now faced the tricky task of inserting it without being seen. He could take it into the toilet but the boys - what were their names again - would see him carrying it and ask what it was. Adam considered taking his bag into the toilet so it would remain hidden but he'd already changed into his outfit so they - was it Steve and Chris - would wonder why. "He's probably still getting changed," said Hamish as he came into the staffroom and everyone turned to look at the night manager. Adam's shifts at Gymno-Mania were few and far between. He had only done a few since his embarrassing 'interview' five weeks ago that had ended with him wanking in the atrium - the main reception area. Adam was still at school and didn't really need or want the job. The purpose of the job was to humiliate him in a safe environment. Adam's shifts were usually from seven in the evening until half past eleven or midnight. Wait, who was Hamish talking to? Micah came in just behind him and grinned; "I thought you might want a hand with your new toy." Micah really was an asshole. As he'd hinted, the boy had tested the remote control of the app while they sat in their sixth period class. Adam half-jumped and half-twitched as sensations rolled though him. "Are you having a fir or something?" Arthur asked. "No... just... really excited about Chemistry," Adam replied. Micah couldn't see Adam's cock but he did see Adam reach a hand under his desk to rearrange an uncomfortable erection. Micah didn't know what the battery life was like so he slowed the vibration down after a few minutes and finally stopped it. He considered it a successful test. Adam's cock throbbed for another ten minutes even after the butt plug had stopped trembling. He had given his cock a squeeze and regretted it as a damp spot formed on his trousers. Pre-cum had literally seeped through his underwear and trousers. At the end of the class, Adam spotted Micah looking at the front of his trousers and beaming at the result of the imperious sex toy. "New toy?" asked the lad whose name might be Steve. Steve was a cute, ginger haired twenty-one year old. He had a short beard, a white smile and a surprisingly tanned complexion for a ginger boy. "I bought him a vibrating butt plug," announced Micah. Adam wanted the ground to swallow him up. It was inevitable that the people who worked here would realise something was going on eventually. He had been naked and jerked off before and the butt plug meant he was going to be hard again tonight. So yes, it was inevitable but Adam hadn't expected to be rumbled so publically. "That's fucking awesome," said the boy whose name might be Chris. Chris was slightly taller than Steve, his blonde hair was only a little longer than stubble and his sweet round face was at odds with his big chest and arms like tree trunks. "You guys should all be wearing your name badges," Hamish said - just to undercut the moment. "Why's he gonna wear a butt plug?" Steve asked. "Because he's trying new things. Gymno-Mania supports individual lifestyle choices, right?" Micah asked - making the thinnest of excuses for the most ridiculous of suggestions. "Absolutely. Your friend Micah was worried you would be embarrassed to put it in yourself so he offered to come and help," Hamish said reasonably. "Friend," Adam scoffed; "Help me? No, no, that's ok," Adam added hurriedly. "Don't be rude, Adam," admonished Micah. "Ok, fine. I'll meet you in the loo," Adam stated as he headed for the staff toilet. "You could do it out here," suggested Hamish. How much did Hamish know? Did he know Micah was blackmailing him? Would he be so helpful in humiliating Adam if he knew? "No thanks," Adam cast over his shoulder. "Hell yea," and "yes please," said Steve and Chris. Adam turned to face the boys and men on the other side of the room. "We wouldn't want to disappoint them, would we?" Micah said with a wicked grin. "Well, pull down your shorts then," Micah instructed. Adam felt humiliated to know that in a moment he would be naked from the waist down. He did his best to remember everything Teen Titan had instilled in him - comfort and confidence in his body. Adam barely knew most of the people in the room; all except Micah were still (not strangers but) unfamiliar, and what did he really know about Micah? Adam made no show or fanfare of his performance as he pushed his shorts to his ankles and revealed his flaccid penis to the room. "Actually, just take them off. It'll be easier to spread your legs that way," Micah said as he came across the room and took the vibrating butt plug from Adams hand. Steve giggled at the instruction and was glued to Adam's legs as he moved to obey. "I saw how much pre-cum you leaked through your school trousers, we wouldn't want to ruin your shorts too, would we?" Micah asked - all the more to humiliate Adam. Adam stepped out of his shorts while Micah moved behind him and grabbed the hem of his vest; with one swift movement, he pulled it up and Adam stretched his arms up without protest to allow the vest to come off. The jaws of both Chris and Steve had hit the floor as they took in the sight of the bare naked seventeen year old. "Are you both gay?" Adam asked casually. Not that it mattered. Adam didn't like asking the question - partly because he didn't like answering it himself - mostly because it should be up to individual people whether they come out or not. Being asked puts one on the spot; but neither Steve nor Chris seemed to mind being asked. "I am. I've been... let's say, on the scene... for a while now," said Steve. "Basically, he fucks anything with a dick," Chris chimed in. "I finish at twelve," Steve said flirtatiously to Chris and winked provocatively. "I'm busy," Chris replied dismissively. "Also, I'm bisexual and dating a girl." "I'm the night manager of a gay gym... duh!" was Hamish's contribution to proceedings. "And you, Adam? Are you gay?" asked Micah with a twitching smile. "Just get on with it," Adam replied. He didn't like answering the question himself. Micah pulled a chair in front of Adam an instructed him to bend over it. Adam held the back of the chair at arm's length and bent over with his feet shoulder-width apart. Micah stroked Adam's bare back and then smeared lubricant around Adam's sphincter. Despite himself, Adam found his penis begin to harden - much to the delight of Hamish, Steve and Chris. Micah poured lube onto the tip of the butt plug and then stroked it; Adam finally felt the tip of the plug against his hole and it slipped in without pain and without too much difficulty. "That wasn't too hard to get in. This isn't even a small," commented Micah just to embarrass Adam. The implication was clear - Adam's ass wasn't new to things going inside it. "Can I get dressed again?" asked Adam as he stood up and let go of the chair. It was clear Micah had hoped to get a rise out of Adam - no pun intended. Micah answered by stepping around Adam and pulling the chair way to give a completely unobstructed view to Adam's audience. "Let's test it first," Micah suggested. Micah tapped his phone until Adam felt the plug vibrate inside him. To his vexation, Adam gasped and his cock pulsed. In ten seconds he was totally hard without touching himself. "Great. And that's on a low setting," Micah commented. Adam's cock cried a tear of pre-cum; it seemed to dribble slowly, suspended like spiders silk - before detaching and falling to the floor. "Awesome," Steve said. "Impressive," Chris added. "Can I sit on your face?" asked Steve. Adam looked shocked at Steve - what kind of question is that? "Get to work," Hamish told them all. Dressed in his shorts (no underwear) and vest (name badge attached), Adam found the next hours of his shift going absolutely fine. He was acutely aware that the athletic shorts were embarrassingly small - around twenty centimetres from the top of the waistband to the bottom of the hem of the legs. The seam along the edge was also cut high - even higher than on the shorts he'd worn to P.E. and his interview at Gymno-Mania. The result was that more of his peachy thighs were shown and, even worse, in the heat of the building his penis - although flaccid - was long. The tip of his dick was barely four centimetres above the bottom of the shorts. Adam's greatest fear was that if it lengthened at all, it would peek out the leg of the shorts. Adam had been instructed to take more towels into the sauna and the men in there took great delight in delaying his escape. There was six men occupying the sauna, all naked and only two with their cocks covered. Adam tried not to look at the thick meat between their legs but they were all fit guys. None of the men - aged between twenty and thirty - were cruel or even particularly lewd but Adam slowly realised they were having a bit of fun by keeping him in the steam-filled room. Adam's skin was hot and perspiring when he finally stepped out of the room and made his way back to the locker room. Adam wiped his brow with a towel and then noticed he was attracting attention. It took an extra few seconds to realise that his damp vest was showing off the mocha skin of his chest and his dark brown nipples were an even more prominent highlight. Even worse, his white shorts which were also damp were now exposing his dick. The head of Adam's penis clung to the inside of his shorts, exposing his circumcised dick through the semi-transparent material. If he thought that was bad, Micah chose that moment to make his continued presence at Gymno-Mania apparent. The butt plug in Adam's ass buzzed to life and his penis had no choice but to rise to the occasion. Standing in the locker room with at least a dozen men in various states of dress, Adam's dick engorged and pressed out from its confined space - pressing against his shorts and tenting them so that there was no doubt as to his arousal. "Adam, I wondered if you..." Hamish started to say but stopped when he saw the tented shorts. Adam tried to cover himself up but there was a groan of disappointment from the de facto audience. "Adam, your uniform is clearly soiled from the steam room. Just take it off, would you?" Hamish said. Adam blushed - but it was hard to tell because his skin was still rosy from the hot and steamy sauna. He was going to protest but the butt plug vibrated even stronger and Adam knew he would be made to cum in the shorts if he didn't comply. He was going to be humiliated no matter what. "Please... that's probably not appropriate," Adam said. "We're called Gymno-Mania. Literally naked obsession. If we cannot instil an obsession with tight, gym-toned, athletic, teenage bodies then what are we good for?" Hamish asked. Adam wanted to rebel but could not disobey. His rebellion was internal - was this not what he had asked Teen Titan to prepare him for? Learning how to strip so he could abide the unwanted attention? At least, Adam consoled himself, he was in a safer environment than the enforced activities he had endured at school so far. Adam did not want to cum in front of all these people - he was a vain show off, but not an exhibitionist - but he had no choice over that... not with Micah's finger on the button. Adam did not want to give Micah or Hamish the satisfaction of protest so he pulled his vest off, exposing his armpits as he did so and giving the voyeurs a good look at his great upper body and arms as he lifted them. Then Adam unceremoniously dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He was naked again (except for his trainers), as he had been in the staff room at the start of his shift, but now had a bigger audience. "Is that a butt plug?" asked a young twink who was standing behind him. "No wonder he got a raging boner," said someone else. "Give it a wank then," more than one person said. Adam ass trembled ever harder than before and Adam knew the word was given. Adam wondered if Micah was recording this for posterity as he gripped his cock and gave it a wank... His hand and penis were warm and slippery from the steam room, which made the stroking all the more satisfying. Adam closed his eyes to block out all the faces watching him while he stroked his six and a half inch cock. He knew he was not the biggest boy in the world - Teen Titan was eight inches at least. But he was on the high end of average and had nothing to be embarrassed about. Unless you count jerking off for a dozen strangers as embarrassing. Wasn't Adam supposed to be working? Adam dismissed that stupid thought. His job here was ceremonial at best; this - beating off for these people and humiliating himself - was his real job. At least it was only wanking. Adam's strokes became tighter and faster and the circle closed around him to get a better look at the shit-hot seventeen year old. Wisely, no-one had asked his age. Sixteen might be the age of consent but seventeen was still a boy - even if he was a shit-hot boy. "Are you close?" asked Micah. Adam hadn't even noticed him amongst all the other faces. The dozen-strong audience had grown slightly and they ranged in age from late teens to early thirties; some were tall, others less so; some were lean, others big and bulging with muscle; some were white, others brown, one or two had the darkest of skin. Micah had blended in to the lusty diverse crowd. "Yes," Adam replied. "Stop stroking." There was disappointment that they weren't going to see Adam shoot his load. Even Adam was disappointed as he considered that he might be made to stay hard, or even hard and naked, for the last few hours of his shift. But then Adam felt the vibration in his bum, which had subsided, grow in strength. "Fuck!" Adam involuntarily moaned. Loudly. The buzz was barely audible above the metaphorical buzz the crowd were experiencing just watching Adam. Micah turned the vibration up and down, each time it went up the vibration was stronger. Adam's prostate was quivering under the pressure and preparing things for the inevitable hands-free orgasm. The vibration reached it max and stayed that way. Adam bucked his hips, thrusting desperately into the air until finally sweet release came and he shot spunk into the locker room. The men in front of him stepped back or to the side just in time to avoid being splashed with boy-juice. Even when he was spent, Adam stayed hard and Micah took his sweet time lowering the setting on the vibrating butt plug. The spectators seemed content with the show but now it was over they milled away to get changed for either workout or home. "We can take this out now," Micah said. More gently than Adam expected, Micah pulled the butt plug out of his arse. "I'll leave your sex toy in the staff room, Adam," said Hamish - just to press things home for anyone who hadn't been paying attention. Adam was handed his shorts but not his vest and sent back to work. His cock had softened but not returned to its regular size so it peeked out the bottom of his shorts and he had to pull them down a bit to keep it covered. Pulling them down exposed more of his pubes so it was a win-loss situation. In a way, Adam was relieved. His first time at Gymno-Mania, he had been forced to wank in the main atrium. This time, he might have had a vibrator up his ass but at least when he shot it was in the "privacy" of the locker room. He had almost been expecting to be made to suck cock or even get fucked. All things considered, just an orgasm was actually being let off easy. Of course Adam didn't realise that his session, with particular attention to his butt plug filled ass and hands-free orgasm had been captured on camera by Micah. Micah and MrEe already had plenty of material on Adam but the teenage tyrant had still gotten a kick out of getting more footage of the naked stud. Micah was beginning to think this session was all but a prelude to an escalation in Adam's humiliation. If Adam thought this was bad, then he had no imagination to envisage worse. But someone did. Next week will be the last chapter for this year, hope y'all are excited to read it... Nifty is free because of visitor donations so if you love these stories please help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks for all the awesome emails and comments I've received so far; if you've enjoyed Do As You're Told, and haven't been in touch, feel free to say something nice. 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