Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2018 20:15:25 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Four Do As You're Told Chapter Four: The Fourth 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. FRIDAY 12TH OCTOBER 2018 It was like someone was shining a light in his eyes and it was been getting dark around these parts - Robin was dressed for a polar winter. He was sitting tight for his alarm to sound or preferably for the sun to come up. In two weeks the clocks would roll back an hour and give way to dark and frigid nights. October was the cruellest month. Robin couldn't lie still any longer, he slowly opened his eyes and the bright red light from his alarm clock tested his pupils; Robin groaned silently because it was only 06:10. He breathed out and his warm breath steamed the air in front of him. His dad must have turned the heating off again – a punishment for not being at home when he got back to the flat. It didn't matter that Robin explained that he had volunteered to chaperone some younger kids for school trip. "Enjoy spending time with the kiddies, do you?" his dad had spat, almost literally, at him. "No, dad," Robin replied. He was always succinct with his answers, less chance of saying something the man wouldn't like. "So why were you out looking after strangers when you should've been here looking after my tea?" his dad asked. Tea meant dinner - it was a British expression that Robin irrationally hated, maybe because his dad liked it. "My Sociology teacher said it would look good on a CV to help..." Robin answered quietly. "Fuck! Sociology? What's that when it's at home? Do they not teach real subjects anymore?" his dad denigrated. Robin shrugged. Light lightning, his dad swung his hand at Robin's head - hard - and slapped him just above his right temple. Robin's head spun and his vision bloomed with stars, his ear rung and Robin braced for another blow that didn't come. Sometimes it did, but not always - his dad liked to shake things up in that way. Lying in bed, Robin could tell he was the only one in the flat because it was colder than his father heart. The cold made Robin want to pee and he couldn't tell if it was false sensation or a full bladder. There would at least be hot water so Robin jumped out of bed and made for the bathroom. He did need a pee. Robin put the shower on and dropped his t-shirt and pyjama bottoms on the floor. The shower was over the bath, which he stepped into and immediately ducked to avoid head butting the showerhead - partly because he was so tall and partly because his dad was shorter so the head and been pulled low. Robin was sixteen, younger than Cameron and almost of the boys in his year. He would be seventeen in February - on Groundhog Day - but until then it was one of the many things that set him apart from other students. One of the things they used to ridicule him... "Aww, the baby in the class." "Sure you're tall, but who cares when you've got a teeny baby cock?" "How's that closet working for you? Cramped, dark?" "Thanks for my coffee on Saturday. That was a really menial job you did there." School was not a place Robin felt good in. Nor was the cafe where the terms of his employment made a zero hours contract look generous. He'd taken the job in a cafe at the start of summer - and intended to quit - before finding other employment... Cameron's house made him feel good – his mum was nice, his dad was nice, his brother Kieran was cool and his house was warm. However, Robin had noticed Cameron had been distracted for the last few weeks; Cameron would say what he was distracted about - indeed, he denied he was - and that in itself was a worry. Cameron used to tell Robin everything. Robin couldn't complain if his friend had a secret though, he had been keeping one himself. Robin had needed a place to feel good about himself and he'd had found it in the oddest place. A place he could be accepted, admired, respected –all the things he missed when he went back to his normal life... JUNE 2018 With school out for summer, Robin found himself looking for more things to do away from home. At least with school on, he could avoid the flat for at eight hours a day. With seven weeks off, Robin had to find excuses to be out all day. All night would help too since there was no time of day when his dad wasn't an asshole. Robin's fifth stop of the day was to a cafe on the other side of Coalwater River. The pay on offer was barely enough to fold but it was better than nothing. Crossing the footbridge over Coalwater River was a ten minute walk so Robin pulled out his phone and texted Cameron. Robin: [Bored now. Walking home.] Cameron: [Any luck?] Robin: [I'm gonna rob a bank. Want 2 help?] Cameron: [Lol. Maybe later.] Robin: [Got a sucky job washing dishes and making coffee.] Cameron: [Great. You should use the dishwater to make the coffee if Adam comes in.] Robin: [:D] Robin: [How's Alton Towers. Any freak accidents this year?] Cameron was on holiday with his family for a week, with another holiday already planned for later in the summer holidays. Robin meanwhile was stuck in crappy Scotland for the entire seven weeks of the school holidays. He had messaged Micah too but as a friend, Micah was unreliable and it might be days before he replied, if at all. The weather was glorious as Robin sauntered, enjoying his walk under the hot sun - so much so that once he left the footbridge he carried on walking along beside the river. Cameron was in Alton Towers for the weekend and the theme park had had a rough couple of years due to ride failures and passengers suffering life-altering injuries. Cameron: [No. All limbs still attached. Still time to get botulism though :P] Robin: [Is that the name of their new ride?] It was a warm afternoon and Robin was black trousers and long-sleeved white shirt. He had wanted to look presentable while job hunting but now he was just hot and clammy. Cameron: [Lol. No, stupid. It's a poisonous toxin made by bacteria in poorly cooked meat.] Cameron: [Unless you were joking. In which case still lol.] Robin: [Let's say I was joking.] Cameron: [Let's say my mum just said put the bloody phone away.] Robin: [Bummer. See ya then.] Cameron: [I'll have a mocha and a scone.] Robin: [Fuck off.] Robin put his phone away and leaned against the wall surrounding the river; he could see clear across it to the other side but wasn't really keen to go home yet. Behind him was the rear entrance The Foundries, each nightclub were accessible from either side – one entrance looked towards Coalwater town centre and the other discreet entrance looked over the river. "Excuse me, are you here for Mr Bailey?" The voice from behind him had a faintly Eastern accent but it had been mixed up with Scottish tones. Robin turned to see a thin man with light brown skin, dark brown eyes and dark eyebrows; his black hair was swept back and there wasn't even a hint of stubble on his clean shaven jaw. If not for the accent, Robin would have thought the man just had a good tan; with the voice, Robin wondered if the man was an Afghan, Iraqi or Iranian. Not that it mattered - to Robin all people were just people. Robin saw kindness in the man's eyes and the amused smile on his lips made them seem mischievous yet sad. "Sorry, I don't know who that is," Robin replied. "Well I'm Mr Aziz," said the man as he extended his hand to shake; "And you should defiantly meet Mr Bailey." Robin shrugged, unsure what to say nor what was being proposed. "I should probably go..." Robin said, starting to feel uncomfortable. "Mr Bailey is a photographer, not an axe murderer," Mr Aziz laughed. "I assumed you were here to see him because I'm looking for an attractive man and you fit that description wonderfully. " Robin blushed. "And you are..." Robin asked. "A business man," Mr Aziz answered; "And you really are a very handsome young man." Robin blushed. "You are," Mr Aziz insisted. "Please come in and meet Mr Bailey. He'll take your photo, you'll get paid, and if feel uncomfortable we'll stop." Robin believed him but replied: "I'm... shy..." "It's nice to meet you Shy," Mr Aziz joked. For a moment Robin thought he recognised the man from somewhere but Mr Aziz had turned and began walking towards the back entrance to the nightclub. Robin found himself falling into step beside Mr Aziz who led him to the door of The Fourth. "Robin. My name is Robin," he said as Mr Aziz held the door open for them. Robin was a little naive and not the most popular of boys - nor the most informed nor much of a party-goer - but even he knew the reputation of The Fourth as a gay nightclub. "It's nice to meet you, Robin." "You're a businessman? Here?" Robin asked. "Why not here?" Mr Aziz answered. Robin shrugged. "Where are you from, Mr Aziz?" Robin asked conversationally. "Scotland. But my parents came from Iran. I spent a lot of time around them," Mr Aziz joked. Robin chuckled, but asked; "Are there many Muslims who run gay nightclubs?" "Ah... well... I'm not a Muslim... anymore," Mr Aziz said and it was the first time there was no humour in his voice. "Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed," Robin admitted. "That's alright," Mr Aziz said. "I was raised to believe certain things, as all men are. But when I became a man, I stopped believing. But we are perhaps getting off topic." Mr Aziz found himself remembering how his father had been deeply disappointed in him for abandoning Islam, falling in love with and marrying a Christian woman and giving his son given a Christian name - Adam. As a father himself now, Mr Aziz vowed never to be disappointed in his own son for who he was or the choices he made. Mr Aziz knew who Robin was - recognising him as Adam's childhood friend - he wasn't who Aziz had been looking for but if he believed in providence he would have believed Robin was not here by chance. Mr Aziz was already making plans for Robin... Robin had never been inside the Fourth before so Mr Aziz gave him a whistle-stop tour. They chatted about the club and Robin waited for the man to ask if Robin was gay, but he didn't. Mr Aziz did ask why Robin was so handsomely dressed and Robin admitted to job hunting; since he was under eighteen he was now earning a glorious five quid an hour. "I'm sure you could earn more than that," Mr Aziz said offhandedly. When they got to a door marked `Performance Area' Mr Aziz led him through and Robin saw a stage that was surrounded by lights and flashbulbs and other photographic paraphernalia. Robin suspected it had been repurposed for the afternoon. "This is Mr Bailey," Mr Aziz said by way of introduction. Mr Bailey looked to be in his late-thirties with short brown hair that was turning grey; he was very sexy with a lean build, round face and a smile that showed his pointed incisors. He was hot and cute and his eyes popped when he saw Robin. "Nice to meet you," Mr Bailey said, his eyes wandering up and down Robin's body. The man instantly imagined Robin naked and liked the image a lot. "You are very tall, Robin," Mr Aziz said. It was a bit of a non sequitur but his height was one of the few things that Robin was not self-conscious about - unlike the pebbledash of freckles across his face. "Yea. I guess. I'm a little under two metres," Robin said who was now unsure who to address himself to while both men stood looking at him. "One point nine-five metres, I'd guess. That's... six foot three in old money, yes?" Mr Aziz asked - he preferred metric but so many people still measured height and cocks in inches. "Sure," Robin answered, unsure if it was it a rhetorical question. "I am looking for a pretty face, Robin," Mr Aziz said - gesturing around the makeshift photography studio. "I confess, I wasn't expecting you... but you do have a pretty face." Robin blushed. "We'd like to photograph you. If you're comfortable with it, we can discuss more. You'll be paid well and you're too handsome to be so shy. Go up on stage," Mr Aziz said. Robin knew the flattery was designed to sweet talk him and it worked. "You can leave your backpack at the side," Mr Bailey said. In the centre of the stage, Mr Bailey instructed Robin to turn and flex. Robin faced away, giving Mr Bailey a view of his gorgeous ass. Robin stood in profile and absently rubbed the back of his neck, his hand slipping into the collar of his shirt. Next, Robin stood with hands clasped behind his back and his head hung as if too shy to look at the camera. Robin's shyness had been overridden by Mr Aziz' flattery – the man seemed genuinely benevolent... and wealthy. Mr Aziz had offered to pay him and Robin suspected that the owner of a gay nightclub who thought he was handsome would pay rather better than the pittance he would earn working in a cafe. Mr Bailey continued to move around, aiming his camera at different places and from different angles each time he instructed Robin to change pose. "Why don't we try something else," said Mr Bailey. Mr Bailey called instructions while Mr Aziz sat in a chair farther back, outside the circle of lights that surrounded the stage but Robin knew nothing would happen without Mr Aziz' approval. "Ok, Mr Bailey," Robin replied. "Call me Darren," he replied. "Do you have a t-shirt in your bag that you could change into so we can see those arms?" Robin nodded. Robin was still wearing the white shirt he had put on so he would look respectable while job hunting. Robin crossed to the edge of the stage to where his backpack sat on a chair. He was very self conscious as unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. Robin didn't even like getting undressed in front of boys at school after P.E. but there was nowhere here to change more privately. Robin could feel the heat of the studio lights on his skin. "Wow!" said Darren, causing Robin to turn without having put the t-shirt on; "Geez you look amazing." Robin blushed and stumbled over a few words that altogether did not make a sentence. He scrambled to get the t-shirt the right way around in his hands so he could slip it on, becoming flustered by the attention of a man who was so clearly impressed with his physique. "Don't put that on," Darren said; "Can you... come back to the middle of the stage." Robin blushed as he stepped back to the centre of the stage. It wasn't that he had anything to be embarrassed about, since hitting puberty he had grown tall and muscular; he had a swimmers build despite spending most of his time playing ball sports. Darren snapped shots of Robin even as he nervously and awkwardly covered his bellybutton, nipples – his arms never sure where to stop. "Can you put your arms at your sides?" Darren asked. Robin had to concentrate to avoid covering his naked chest again. The studio lights were like a summer sun against his chest, yet his nipples still felt erect as if chilled. "Maybe put one hand behind your head? Beautiful. Absolutely magnificent," Darren's compliments did nothing to assuage Robin's modesty but they were very flattering. Robin turned so profile shots could be taken and then showed off his sexy back. "Maybe you could unbutton the trousers?" Darren said. Robin felt a little stirring in his groin at the thought of going farther - was he really titillated by the idea of undressing in front of these men? Robin opened his trousers and pulled the zip down half way. Darren took more pictures, wherein Robin's toplessness and exposed underwear were captured by the flash. "Would you mind..." Darren said while Robin turned back to face the front, "Would you shed the trousers? It's just that, I keep catching the waistband when I'm trying to get good shots of your abs. It's ruining the aesthetic. It just doesn't look as good." Robin had been flexing his abdominals to get them looking their best for the pictures; looking down, he doubted the waistband was causing any problems for the quality of the aesthetic. Robin knew it was an excuse for him to model in just his underwear Robin's mouth was dry as he mumbled, "Ok." Robin told himself he knew what he was doing. At school, he refused to reveal himself - his body or his sexuality - either out of fear or stubbornness or something else. Why did he feel free here with the eyes of an older man ogling his teenage body? Robin crossed the stage and sat on a chair next to where his bag rested while he unlaced his trainers; he wore only ankle socks with them and Robin pulled them off too. The trousers were unbuttoned and Robin lifted his bum from the seat so he could pull the trousers down his legs and then off. His only remaining clothes were a pair of tight hipster boxers. Robin stood up, his bare feet on the wooden floor of the stage accentuated his awareness of how undressed he was. Robin moved back to the centre of the stage and if he had been nervous being shirtless he was even more nervous now. He'd never have come here if he'd known ahead of time what Mr Aziz was looking for - a boy to strip and look good naked. But having been eased into the routine, he was loving it. Robin was all too aware of his long bare legs – there was a tiny brown spot on his upper left thigh. Robin felt all acutely aware of his every blemish and imperfection but that wasn't what Darren saw; all the photographer could think about was giving Robin's legs a tongue bath. Robin noticed another flaw – the white line on his right thigh, a scar from years ago when his father had gotten angry, smashed a bottle of beer and... "Turn for me, Robin," said Darren who was crouched and taking shots angled up towards Robin's groin. When Robin turned, he got great pictures of Robin's arse. It was a cute ass! "Great, Robin. Turn back again," Darren asked; "How're you doing?" "Fine," Robin replied meekly. "You're a natural. You look stunning," Darren said. Darren approached the edge of the stage and called Robin forward. "I just want to lower these a little bit," Darren said. When Robin did not object, Darren put his camera on the stage and lifted his hands to Robin's tight boxers. They hugged Robin's hips and showed off his creamy and muscular thighs. As Darren pulled them down, the gap between Robin's bellybutton and the top of the boxers lengthened. Darren stopped when the first glimpse of short and curlies appeared. Darren reached into the top of Robin's boxers and pulled the pubes out a little so the next round of pictures would show exactly how low the underwear was sagging. The man was keen to have a grope at Robin's cock, even if only to touch the root of it, but he resisted - Mr Aziz would disapprove. Darren was looking up at Robin, his long body stretching up above the photographer. Darren's eyes lingered as they followed the body down to the bulge, the thighs and then lower legs; even Robin's feet, up close, were magnificent. Darren stood back, camera back in hand and snapped more shorts. The pubes really did pop out and from behind, the crack of Robin's bum was almost visible - a delightful tease. Darren looked over his shoulder and saw a single nod from Mr Aziz - the endorsement to proceed all the way. "Do you know what I'm going to ask next?" Darren asked. Robin's heart had knocked loudly inside his chest when Darren hand lowered his boxer - the thought of them being pulled down all the way had been a thrilling one. And now exactly that was being asked of him. Robin lifted his eyes and nodded. "Do you want to take off your pants now?" Robin blushed. Again. The word "pants" made him feel like a kid. "You are a fine looking young man, Robin," said Darren earnestly. Robin knew in his heart he would not say no. A part of him wanted to ask why, but he knew why. Another part of him wanted to ask how much he'd be paid, but he didn't want to sound crass and somehow that mattered less now than it had half an hour ago. Robin had been made to feel desirable and he was grateful for that. Robin would drop his underwear – he knew all along that it would come to this. Robin hooked his hands into the waistband and pushed them down, then kicked them off his feet. His hands covered his penis and testes and he was glad no instruction came to reveal them because he knew he would agree to that too. Covering his modesty was harder when he turned for Darren to capture profile shots and then when he turned his back, the photographer had an unguarded view of his bare arse. "Put a hand behind your head so we can see your muscles again," Darren said. Reluctantly, Robin obeyed. It wasn't so bad just now because his back was still turned but soon he would be asked to face the front again. Robin knew his arms would be in the same place; his pits would be exposed and his nipples and although he had big hands, he also had a big penis... "Face me again, Robin." Robin turned and looked down again, unable to meet the gaze of the camera lens. The flashes caught Robin's exposed dick that, even flaccid, was an impressive sight; Darren ached to see it hard but he knew Mr Aziz wouldn't let him ask for that - he wouldn't want to scare the young man away. Robin was naked and hot, his photo had been taken and the camera loved him. Crowds of men would love him too. "Great, Robin. That was just great," said Mr Aziz. It was the first time he had spoken since the shoot had began. He peeled away from the shadows and stepped back into the light. "Beautiful. Isn't he beautiful?" he asked Darren. "Oh yes," replied the photographer. "How old are you Robin?" asked Mr Aziz. Robin didn't look his age and Mr Aziz wanted to gauge Mr Bailey's reaction. "Sixteen," Robin replied. "Holy shit," said Darren which caused Robin and Mr Aziz to appraise him with raised eyebrows; "I'm strongly conflicted now," he added Darren looked Robin's naked body up and down – he looked late teens or early twenties. "I run a gay nightclub. This is the performance area where men take off their clothes and elsewhere I have parlours where... other things happen," Mr Aziz said. Mr Aziz watched Robin's face carefully – was the boy surprised, was he abhorred? "What things?" Robin asked. "Some men what to chat or talk dirty, some want a private show... some want to be titillated... and some want to have sex..." Mr Aziz replied. Ok," Robin replied quietly. "You understand?" Mr Aziz asked and Robin nodded; "I will pay you. You take your clothes off and when you're ready you can do more if you want to." "Ok," Robin said again. Robin was aware he was still naked, his hands warming his moist bollocks. "But first you tell me why. I see something in your eyes. Why you would do this?" Mr Aziz spoke quietly and kindly. Robin's expression hardened as he made eye contact. He was covering his penis again and part of his confession came from his exposure – literally and figuratively baring all. "I want to get a life. I want to leave home. I want to feel safe... I want to feel desirable and be liked. I want to run away; I mean travel... and that'll take a long time if I'm only working in a coffee shop," Robin said. Robin could not tell this stranger what he lived with everyday; the fear, the bullying, the bruises, the belittlement. Maybe he would one day. "I want to be accepted," Robin found himself adding and his eyes slid to Darren who was still undressing his naked body; "...and I liked being looked at like I was adored." Mr Aziz seemed pleased by the addendum. "One year," Mr Aziz said gently; "You can stop anytime and you are not beholden to me. Come here during the summer, practice, then perform. When you're back to school, you can perform on Friday or Saturday nights. Work for me for one year and if you want to keep working for me after that then great. In one year you will earn enough to run away and hopefully by then you won't need or want to." Robin finally started to pull on his clothes and was nearly dressed when he asked a pertinent question. "What about..." Robin started to say but blushed as he finish; "What if someone recognises me?" Mr Aziz chuckled and looked at Darren as if sharing a joke. "We'll make a mask for you. You're not the only man working here who wouldn't want people knowing what they do with their nights," Darren said. "Mr Bailey helps me to think of stage names," Mr Aziz added. As a comic book fan, Darren was drawn to an alias that would hide the boys' identity in plain sight. "Well, your name is Robin. He's a younger member of our team... how about Teen Titan?" FRIDAY 12TH OCTOBER 2017 Friday at school had sucked about as much as Robin expected it would - he had to work hard to keep up but had pushed himself to study three Advanced Highers. Yet whenever Robin looked around the room he saw everyone else breezing though and coasting along and generally making Robin feel stupid in comparison. Of all people, Cameron made Robin feel the worst in this regard. Cameron intended to study Medicine and Robin couldn't help but feel he tried twice as hard to achieve half as much. He knew also knew this was unfair - Cameron tried plenty hard to achieve his grades. Moreover, Cameron was under greater pressure because anything less than all A's would jeopardise his prospects. Robin was glad when the school day was over; more than that, next week was the October break, so school was out for nine days. Robin had hoped to spend some time with Cameron but his best friend professed he wanted to stay behind to go to the library so Robin walked home alone. Thankfully, his dad wasn't home when he arrived at the flat; he showered and changed, ate and left something for his dad to eat in the fridge. His father wouldn't care where he was so Robin left no note – as long as there was food for him to eat and beer for him to drink Robin's father was quite happy for him to fuck off. Robin was more nervous than usual as he approached The Fourth nightclub. In the four months since his photo shoot audition, Robin had learned to work the crowd while on stage; revealing his nudity to a room full of paying customers had been nerve-wracking but satisfying. However, tonight was different. Tonight would be his first venture into the parlours, the private session rooms in which men paid for one-on-one time with their preferred performers. Mr Aziz was hasty to emphasise that all his performers were free to accept or decline invitations, that they could stop at any time and that they were not prostitutes. Sex was certainly a recurring theme for many who used the parlours by it was by no means an obligation. "I have a very special client in mind for you, Robin," Mr Aziz had told him after persuading him to accept a parlour client; "I wouldn't set you up with just anyone." Robin went backstage to where other performers were already preparing. The changing rooms offered limited anonymity and Robin initially worried about being unmasked amongst the other performers but it quickly became clear that everyone kept everyone else's secret. When Mr Aziz had hired him, Robin was paired up with a lad whose stage name was Clyde. It wasn't hard to figure out why – the moment the lad spoke his broad Glasgow accent defined him. Clyde was shorter than Robin by half a foot but he also had a very compact frame, thin but with an absolutely solid body. "Do you want to square-go?" Clyde said in a mock hard-man voice. Robin felt affection for the lovely wee guy who was a few years older than him and Robin suspected baleful and tragic forces had brought Clyde away from home. Robin didn't ask though and in return Clyde did not ask what motivated him. On this particular Friday, Robin found himself on stage with Clyde. Last week had been Robin's first time on stage solo and he much preferred having a partner. Every time Robin performed, his eyes searched the crowd for familiar faces; during his first solo performance last week, Robin had seen several – teachers from his school. It had freaked him out but Robin knew, with his mask on, they wouldn't have recognised him. Robin wondered how the teachers would have felt to know they had ogled a naked sixteen year old whom they taught at school, indeed Robin was not even sure what he was doing was legal. He had asked Mr Aziz about it... "At sixteen you're old enough to buy the Lotto, to live alone, to leave school, to vote in Scotland... to have sex," Mr Aziz listed. "That's not what I asked," Robin replied. Mr Aziz had then smiled and shrugged. Robin could see no familiar faces watching him tonight, but there were several figures shrouded in the dark. For a boy who didn't even undress in the locker room, Robin could not ignore the "mad buzz" – as Clyde called it – that he got from stripping. The anonymity helped and Robin doubted he could expose himself if people could see his face. There were times when Robin doubted his own sanity – like now. Robin was stripped to his underwear, a black thong while dozens of men salivated over him and Clyde. In a moment even the underwear would be gone. Clyde glided closer and stroked Teen Titan's exposed chest with a hand covered in oil that made his skin shine. Robin turned to face Clyde and felt himself intimately close to the other performer; his hands were on Clyde's hips and Clyde's were on his as they swayed together. Hands returned to their own hips for the moment when they both dropped their underwear and were fully exposed to the crowd. Robin swung his body around the stage, feeling his flaccid five inches swing, making slapping noises against his skin. His cock had plumped up but Robin didn't get hard - nudity in front of a crowd was still too nerve-wracking. Robin watched Clyde caress his body and pump his dick until it rose to impressive length. The compact little man had a dick that was almost seven and a half inches long. Robin however was not yet brave enough to arouse himself on stage - he wondered if he would ever be that bold. Robin doubted it, but he had once thought the same about the parlours... Robin was sweating when he returned to the backstage area and found a space to freshen up in. Clyde also had an appointment in the parlours but did not freshen up as his young client liked him sweaty. Robin changed into a jockstrap, tight trousers that parted at the seams for easy removal and a tight black long-sleeved top that hugged every muscle. When Robin got to the parlour, the room was empty. It was spacious with a big bed at one end, pillows, cushions, a chaise lounge, a sofa... Robin stopped cataloguing things when he got to the post with cuffs and chains attached. Robin heard the door behind him open – his client had arrived. He turned and was glad for the millionth time that he wore a mask because his client was a familiar face. It was Adam Mansouri. Mr Aziz had said he'd chosen a special client for him. Did the man know he knew Adam? What was this? A trick? A trap? "Hi." What was Robin supposed to say to a curveball opening like that? Ok, in fairness, most people open with "Hi" but Robin was feeling stressed so he just looked stupidly at Adam. "Jest wszystko OK?" Adam asked in Polish. Teen Titan hadn't responded to "hi" and seemed struck dumb so Adam took a punt on Polish - it would be arrogance to assume Teen Titan's first language was English. A few performers at The Fourth were Polish, so Adam had started to learn but it was a work in post?pu. Besides, Poles were the largest foreign-born demographic in Scotland. Robin thought that the God he did not believe in must be cruel to send Adam Mansouri to him, but then he realised how nervous Adam seemed and – although unbearably obnoxious – how attractive the boy from his school was. Adam was the bane of Robin's existence – rude, cruel, spiteful, vindictive and... hiding a secret big enough to smother most people. Adam was hiding his true self, just like Robin himself was. Adam Mansouri was in a private room in a gay nightclub with Robin Haldane. A loud noise filled the room - the sound of Robin's mind blowing. Adam looked good too; black jeans and boots with a ribbed grey jumper that was small enough to show he had a decent body underneath. "Hi," Teen Titan replied at last. "You can talk," Adam said, gently but not cruelly mocking. "I'm Adam." "You can call me Teen Titan," Robin replied then asked; "What did you say a minute ago?" Robin could hear his own voice distorted by the mask so it was unrecognisable - another reassuring form of identity concealment. "I asked if everything was ok... in Polish," Adam said. Then he blushed. Adam Mansouri blushed!? Adam had moved closer and Teen Titan also moved into the centre of the room. The virtually circled each other as they checked each other out and continued to banter. "You speak Polish?" Teen Titan asked. "I speak five languages," Adam admitted nonchalantly - with none of the boastfulness of his school-based counterpart. "I'm impressed." "What can you do?" Adam asked. "I can score from the touchline in rugby," Teen Titan replied. Adam laughed; "Impressive. Can you make it through a whole game without grabbing a guy's ass?" "Not every game," Teen Titan swiftly responded. Adam laughed again. Adam Mansouri... laughed... at something Robin said. It's a mad world. It was strange to be in the same room as Adam without being insulted and demeaned. Adam and Teen Titan were now within arm's length of each other. Robin was finding it hard to decide how to proceed. Toulouse had told him the boy he was meeting liked to be told what to do, beyond that Robin had been given no advice on how to perform. Robin wasn't sure he had it in him to command and conquer another person yet it seemed that was exactly what Adam liked. "Have you ever done this before?" Adam asked. "It's my first time in this room..." Teen Titan admitted; "Strip!" "Sorry?" Adam asked, as if he hadn't heard properly. Teen Titan pulled a side chair over and sat in front of Adam. Robin had surprised himself to hear him order Adam to get naked but Adam showed no such surprise. He liked to do as he was told. Adam felt exhilarated to be in the same room as Teen Titan. He knew it was a simple infatuation, if infatuation was ever simple. After all, he had only seen Teen Titan twice on stage and this was their first time in a room together. Could this be love at first sight? Adam felt his pulse quicken in the company of the enchanting performer – he was graceful and attractive and funny and when they had talked he felt a connection. He had talked and shared and confided in performers but never felt like this. It wasn't just Teen Titan's aesthetics - his voice was soothing too. It was a voice distorted by the mask that affected the shape of his face and jaw line and the chin strap holding it in place. Adam wondered about that mask – about the face underneath it. The face that had eyes as blue as the clearest sky; young as the morning and old as the sea. "Start with your shoes and socks if you like," Teen Titan told Adam, interrupting his reverie. "Oh yea, sure," Adam replied. Oh fuck, he was actually doing it! Adam kicked off his footwear and stood barefoot then looked quite impressed with himself. It was disconcerting for Robin to see Adam looking so eager to please and in need of validation. "Good, Adam. Keep going." Adam liked the way Teen Titan said his name. He pulled his jumper up and over his head and with it came his skinny-fit t-shirt. Adam's lean body, which Robin had seen many times before, looked different now. The parlour lights, the absence of his obnoxious school persona – it made Adam more desirable. Without prompting, Adam opened his jeans and pushed them down, then kicked his legs out of them. Stood only in his underwear, the contents of which were obviously not completely soft, Adam observed Teen Titan shift in his seat. Teen Titan's own not completely soft cock kicked against its confines. "Everything," Teen Titan prompted – rewarding Adam with a big smile and shining eyes. Adam dropped his underwear and kicked them away. Completely naked in front of Teen Titan, he was excited to see what the performer would do to him next. Robin meanwhile was trying to bring his breathing under control. Just last week the arrogant asshole had come out of the showers naked and swung his cock in Robin's face – mocking him, insulting him. What would Adam think now if he knew who was beneath the mask? Well, that wasn't going to happen. Teen Titan stood up. "Put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs a little." Adam obeyed without reluctance. He enjoyed abdicating his control in this room and it was even more exciting with a new man. Teen Titan circled Adam, stepping behind the boy and taking a good long look at his naked body. Glimpses of it in the locker room or as he came out of the shower were nothing compared to the unobstructed and unlimited examination Robin could now enjoy. Adam's neat arse was a gentle curve, the cleft joining the top of silky legs. Adam's light olive skin was like fudge the Robin craved to indulge in. Teen Titan put his hand on the nape of Adam's neck. Involuntarily, Adam giggled – the sensation of Teen Titan's fingers drifting down his spike tingled his whole body. At his sacrum, Adam almost tensed as Teen Titan's finger's neared his anus. The hand turned to completely grasp a buttock and give it a squeeze. Adam was completely hard now, six and a half inches with a big mushroom shaped head that was leaking copiously. In the corner of his eye, he could see Teen Titan emerging. Robin could not believe what he was seeing. Adam Mansouri not only completely naked but also sporting a major hard-on. Robin had caused that and was proud of himself for it. Teen Titan stood in front of Adam and smiled, then pulled off his own top and stood bare-chested. "Do you like what you see?" Teen Titan asked. "Yes... Do you like what you see?" Adam replied. "Have you always been gay, Adam?" Teen Titan asked, ignoring the question with a grin on his face. He was still in charge. "Of course," Adam replied as if affronted. "This isn't just a little experiment for you?" Teen Titan asked. Teen Titan's finger played with the space between Adam's nipples while Robin indulged his own curiosity – asking questions he could never get answered as his true self. "No. Not an experiment," replied Adam. Not an experiment. Always been gay. Robin wondered why he was such an asshole about it then. Why so judgemental? So prejudicial? Teen Titan could see Adam's erection waning, so he reached out and grasped the cock. Adam gasped and Robin felt a throbbing ache in his pants. Adam's cock was so hot and alive in Robin's hand - it was different to holding his own. A few slow and gentle tugs reminded Adam that Teen Titan knew what he had come to the room for: not an interview, not a chat or a tease but for sexual gratification. Robin was surprised by his own assertiveness – surprised he found himself able to go through with it especially as his client was Adam. "Have you come out?" Teen Titan asked; perhaps he was pushing his luck but Robin wanted to know how a boy like Adam could be gay and say the kind of things that he said at school. "No. I'm still at school where I have power, influence... being gay would make that harder and why should I make things harder for myself?" Adam asked without a hint of shame. "You seem to like being harder," Teen Titan said flirtatiously. "Oh I do. But at school I'm..." Adam paused and searched Teen Titan's eyes for understanding of what he was about to say. "Go on," Teen Titan said. The masked boy was stroking Adam rhythmically now, making it harder to concentrate. "At school, I'm the worst version of myself," Adam said candidly; "But I'm still me. I'm not straight-acting or anything, I just don't tell people I like boys." Teen Titan nodded; "You think you'd survive coming out but you don't see why you should?" "Was it the same for you?" Adam asked. Robin realised that Adam had assumed he was older. Teen Titan didn't have the body of a sixteen year old. "Why should a person come out? For themselves? For other people's benefit? To set a good example? To give people the chance to validate or vilify you?" Robin asked, voicing all his fears. Adam nodded, surprised that the man he barely knew understood so well. Yet deep down he wondered if maybe they were both just too scared to come out and too scared to admit to themselves that they were too scared. "Our time is running out," Teen Titan said. Adam checked the clock and saw they had less than ten minutes left; "You can do a lot in ten minutes. Drink a can of juice, run a mile and a half... eat a cream pie." Teen Titan smiled at the reference to cream pie – unsure if Adam meant a cream pie or a `cream pie'. Teen Titan saw surprise on Adam's face as he dropped to his knees and took Adam's cock in his mouth. Teen Titan kissed it and then licked its entire length. Robin was inexperienced when it came to cock sucking but he'd taken a porn master class - he'd watched lots and lots of porn. Adam shuddered as Teen Titan worked his lips over the bulging head and then pulled it in with vacuum-like powers. Robin was surprised by the taste of Adam's cock, by its thickness and the lovely big head; the smoothness and the veins tracing a track across the surface... "Do I get to see your dick?" Adam asked with difficulty. Adam would have liked nothing more than to taste Teen Titan's cock. "You saw my dick on stage," replied Teen Titan who was now holding the erection and tapping it against his tongue before taking back into his mouth. "Yes but... hard?" Adam pleaded. Teen Titan looked up and realised that although he was the one on his knees, he still called the shots. "Not this time," Teen Titan eventually answered. Teen Titan licked and slurped on Adam's cock like he was a pro rather than a novice. Adam moaned and his legs seemed to bounce and quiver excitedly. The truth was that Adam had been ready to empty his balls even before he started to have his cock sucked and Teen Titan didn't have the experience to draw the session out. It took no time at all for Adam's balls to contract and his cum to shoot into Teen Titan's mouth. Teen Titan didn't quite lap it up but he was surprised by how much he liked it. Robin had fooled around with Cameron many years ago - boyhood experimentation - but it had never felt like this. Besides, Cameron had just been a friend, this felt like... "That was fantastic," Adam said in between gasps for air. Teen Titan stood up and brushed his fingers across Adam's perspiring chest, then caressed a nipple. Adam leaned in and kissed Teen Titan who was caught off guard by the move but very quickly adapted and relaxed into the intimate encounter. When their lips parted Adam was smiling so Teen Titan smiled back. "You notice I haven't asked to see under your mask?" Adam said. Teen Titan blinked and then gulped nervously but he couldn't help but notice how close they still were; he could feel the heat off Adam's naked body. Adam was close enough to feel the throb of Teen Titan's cock inside his trousers - the seams stayed intact however. "Because you know I'd say no?" Teen Titan answered. Adam nodded in reply, but he was clearly disappointed to be correct. "When I asked to see you hard, you said not this time," Adam said cautiously. "Does that mean we'll have a next time?" "I suppose it does," Teen Titan replied. Teen Titan watched as Adam began pulling his clothes back on – it was a reminder that Adam had been totally naked while he had only been topless. Robin had been in charge and Adam obeyed. It was fascinating to watch the bully getting dressed, his body being covered by clothes in the same way his hostility at school concealed vulnerability. "Well," Adam said nervously from the doorway like a first date waiting to be kissed; "See you next time." Teen Titan made the move this time - kissing Adam's lips. He could still taste the dregs of Adam's cum on his lips and Adam tasted it too as he licked his lips after the kiss. "See you, Adam," Robin added to himself; "Sooner than you think." Robin laughed at himself - talking to himself like a crazy person or a super villain. Teen Titan waited a few minutes after Adam left the parlour. He was thinking about the Adam he knew at school and the Adam he'd met tonight. They seemed like two completely different people. Much like Teen Titan and Robin were two separate identities. Was the Adam at school the one with a mask on and the Adam here unmasked? Adam unmasked was very much like the boy he remembered being friends with in Primary School, until it had ended five years ago. Robin had not thought about that for a long time. Why had Adam stopped being their friend? Backstage, Teen Titan finally removed his mask and could get ready to leave for the night. Clyde busied into the room shortly after him, brimming with excitement and enthusiasm. "So how'd your little night go?" Clyde said with an exaggerated wink. "Fine," Robin replied noncommittally. "Jus' fine?" Clyde said disbelievingly; "C'mon, Mr Aziz will be disappointed if his son only got `fine' from his favourite performer." What? There were two things in that sentence that struck Robin and he wasn't sure how to prioritise them. "His... Mr Aziz... Adam is his son?" Robin asked. Robin thought he had recognised the man, now he knew why. "Yea. Thought everyone knew that," Clyde replied. "Adam's second name is not Aziz," Robin said then wondered if he was revealing too much. "No, it's Mansouri. Aziz is his first name. I guess he uses Mr Aziz like we use stage names," Clyde said. "And the other thing you said..." Robin prompted. "What other thing?" "I'm his favourite performer?" Robin asked incredulously. "Oh sure. I think Mr Aziz has something special in mind for you..." Consider making a donation to keep Nifty running - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - authors do not receive gratuities. If you liked this story and want to contact me, say something nice. I love hearing from readers: niftyencomiums@gmail.com Check out my Tumblr for short stories, chapter synopses and excerpts: https://niftyguy.tumblr.com/archive If you are enjoying this story, I have also written: School Exhibitionism - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/school-exhibitionism The Symposium - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-symposium/ The Embarrassment of Riches - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-embarrassment-of-riches/