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Subject: Do As You’re Told – Chapter Twenty-Eight Do As You’re Told Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Naughty Boy If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. WEDNESDAY 27TH MARCH 2019 Arthur was starting to get the feeling that Adam wasn’t listening. “…so in the end you couldn’t tell what was chocolate and what was poo.” No reaction. Adam definitely wasn’t listening. “Wait, what?” Adam asked with a shake of his head – realising Arthur had been ridiculous just to get his attention. “Where’d I loss you?” Arthur teased. “Somewhere around, her bra was like a booby trap…” Adam repeated. Arthur sniggered at his own joke, “Oh yea.” “Straight boys suck,” Adam said disdainfully. “So do gay boys,” Art replied and then mimed a drum and cymbal. Adam laughed but it was short lived. Adam found it hard to laugh. It hurt. His soul hurt after what Micah had done to him. What Micah did! The boys were walking down a quite corridor, enjoying a free period, passing reminders about the upcoming mental health awareness week and homework classes that would convene during the Easter holidays. Arthur had tried multiple times to get Adam to talk about whatever it was that was bothering him. However, Arthur was tenacious and if at first you don’t succeed, try try try try try try again. “Adam, this is getting old,” Art said. “What is? What’s wrong? Nothing. Yes it is, you’ve been gloomy and bad tempered all week. I’m surprised you could tell. Ha ha, I’m being serious. It’s nothing… ” “Hold on, are you doing my part of the conversation too?” Adam interjected. “Yea, I thought it would save time,” Arthur said with a beaming smile. “You’re so annoying sometimes,” Adam told his best friend affectionately. “The times when I’m not annoying are when I’m most endearing,” Arthur bantered. Adam sighed and admitted, “I made a huge mistake.” “Your haircut isn’t that bad,” Arthur said. “I meant with Robin… wait, you don’t like my haircut?” Adam asked. “Oh, no dude… it’s… great,” Arthur retorted disjointedly but he was taking the piss. Adam rolled his eyes. “What’s the latest then? Previously on Robin and Adam,” Arthur said melodramatically. “Is this you trying to help?” Adam asked mockingly. It felt good actually; Adam felt halfway normal again as he and Arthur talked silly. “Let me guess: you’re on a break!” Arthur suggested. “You realise that pop culture reference is over twenty years old?” Adam pointed out. “Why doesn’t Robin like your haircut?” Arthur gibed, ignoring the criticism. Adam ran his hands through his short hair and thought about where to begin. After their altercation on Friday, Adam had spent the weekend feeling even more shit. It was bad enough that he felt used and ashamed by Mr Anonymous and Micah but to have taken the pain he felt out on Robin – who had come to try and help him – was unforgivable. And so Adam had not forgiven himself. Adam had avoided Arthur all weekend. Instead, he visited his sister Alisha (who was now thirty-two weeks pregnant) and his mum (who was finally over her latest chest infection). Arthur was no fool and knew something was wrong when Adam turned up to school in low spirits on Monday morning. Art was capable of remarkable patience and had subtly tried to steer the conversation towards the issue of “what is wrong” several times. Today, Arthur had finally worn him down. But the answer was not straight forward because Arthur didn’t know the gory details about Mr Anonymous and Micah. “Robin found something out. Something bad,” Adam admitted; “He wanted to help me and I insulted him and threw it back in his face.” Adam had the good grace to look ashamed of himself. Five days later and the shame still burned. “Come here,” Arthur said gently, beckoning him with his hand. Adam was expecting a comforting hug but when he got close, Arthur whacked him – not hard – across the head. “Ouch. What was that for?” Adam objected. “You’re a dumbass,” Arthur said; “But we’ll come back to how you keep handling things badly afterwards.” “After what?” Adam said, resigning himself to no comforting embrace from his friend. “After you tell me what the something bad is,” Arthur said carefully. Adam jumped straight in. After telling Robin, saying it all a second time was a little bit easier. “I’ve been getting blackmailed. It doesn’t really matter how it started. What matters is…” Adam was trying to measure exactly how much to reveal. He sighed, “Whoever it is has pictures of me and the more I did to pacify him and stop him from ruining my life, the more…” “He’s ruined your life?” Arthur interjected. “Yea. I admit the solution was almost as bad as the threat,” Adam confessed. “There are pictures and video that are humiliating… And then there’s the stuff he’s made me do with… I’ve sucked him off for starters.” “Who the fuck is this person? If you’ve sucked him you must know who it is,” Arthur asked angrily. “I don’t know who’s behind it but there’s a boy at school who got involved somehow,” Adam said cautiously. “Who?” Arthur demanded. “I won’t tell you,” Adam said. “Why?” “Because I know what you’d do,” Adam said irritably and with a hint of fear. “I would kick his fucking ass!” Arthur declared. Adam could see his best friend’s anger ignited on his behalf and it felt warm and comforting. “I know,” Adam responded patiently; “But that’s not what I need. That won’t help. It’ll just bring about what I’ve been trying to avoid all this time. Being outed and having video released of me jacking off, naked in public, sucking dick. And worse… much worse…” Adam was elated that his friend was not disgusted with him. Adam had been a bully for five years and there were times when Adam thought everything that had happened was his punishment. Adam was elated that Arthur didn’t think he deserved it. Instead, Arthur looked at Adam in stunned silence. “Adam, do you hear yourself? This is sex abuse and molestation. This is a crime and you’re a victim. Robin was right to offer to help you. Let’s figure this out… together,” Arthur pleaded. “Robin said I should fight back and say no. And I am saying no. I’m saying no to you just like I said no to him. I don’t want your help,” Adam said simply. He said it evenly – not snarky or bitchy – but with a tone of defeat. He watched Arthur’s face which held a mixture of disbelief and disappointment. Adam imagined how his friend would look at him if he revealed he had reluctantly had sex with one of his blackmailers. “This isn’t over,” Arthur said eventually. LATER Now that the year was past the vernal equinox, the day finally outlasted the night and sunlight lasted longer into the evening. On Sunday, the clocks would spring forward. It was a nice evening when Vincent arrived home but hadn’t even had the chance to change clothes before Charlie arrived. Charlie had let himself in – the door was unlocked – and he kissed Vincent without preamble. Charlie had brought dinner for two from Marks and Spencer but he had another appetite that was more insatiable. Vincent knew he had to talk about Cameron before things went farther but there were too many tongues in his mouth. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” Charlie said eagerly. “So have I,” Vincent agreed. “The last time we had sex, you were a good puppy, remember?” Charlie asked. “Yes,” Vincent replied erotically, his neck was now being kissed. “I was thinking we could tie puppy up tonight?” Charlie suggested. Vincent reared back and looked to see if Charlie was serious. “We should have a safety word,” Charlie assured him. Good. A safety word was essential when domination took such a big step in the trust stakes. Telephone, Rome, Utah, Mimic, Pink, Insulate, Scatter, Abandon, Dover, Improve, Careful. Keep. A key word can be anything, even stop, as long as it is agreed ahead of time and always adhered to without question by the dominant partner. If the dom cannot adhere, then they can’t be trusted. Vincent was also thinking about Cameron – he owed it to the boy and to Charlie to be as honest with Charlie as he already had been with Cameron. Unfortunately, Vincent didn’t know how to say… “I’ve been fucking a seventeen year old schoolboy for six months.” “Have you spaced out?” Charlie asked and Vincent realised he had not spoken aloud. “I need to tell you something,” said Vincent. “You’re seeing someone else?” Charlie replied automatically and Vincent couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement. “Yea,” Vincent replied. “It started before we reconnected and it didn’t stop when we started…” “House training?” suggested Charlie flippantly. It surprised Vincent that Charlie was keeping the puppy metaphor going. “Aren’t you mad? Because you don’t seem mad? Are you mad?” asked Vincent. “I guessed you might be seeing someone. It was just a guess though; a feeling I got,” Charlie replied before actually answering the question. “And no, I’m not mad. I was hoping you’d tell me before things got serious between us. I’m hoping that if you’re telling me then you’re ready for things to change between us?” Charlie and Vincent weren’t dating so could not really break up, but they could stop seeing each other. This was the option Charlie was dreading but his gut told him that Vincent had come clean for a different reason – because he was ready for something more between them? Charlie had met Vincent’s friends a couple of weekends ago – usually a big step forward for two people. “I’d really like for things to change between us. Do you want to go out with me?” Vincent asked. “I feel like a teenager again, being asked out like that,” admitted Charlie with a shy smile. “Well, before you answer, I should tell you who the other person is,” Vincent pressed on. “Person? Oh, it’s not a girl, is it?” escort bayan asked Charlie. “No, it’s not a girl…” Charlie sighed with relief. “…It’s a boy.” The word sank like a stone. “What do you mean, it’s a boy?” Charlie asked incredulously. “I mean it’s a boy. A seventeen year old boy. A schoolboy,” Vincent replied. Vincent was well aware he was using the kind of language that he and Cameron often used when they were being sexual; Cameron emphasised the taboo to dominate the sex play. As if it had become a conditioned response, Vincent’s cock jumped a little when he called his lover a schoolboy. “So… Have you been dating him? Having sex with him?” asked Charlie reticently. Vincent nodded. “You’re fucking a seventeen year old schoolboy?” Charlie paraphrased. “I’m not ashamed of it. He’s not underage and I didn’t coerce him…” “But if the school knew, you’d get fired. And I’m guessing you haven’t told anyone else?” Charlie interrupted – his tone flat so Vincent couldn’t tell how the rest of their conversation was going to go. “No. I haven’t told anyone else,” Vincent admitted, his eyes downcast. Downcast eyes were not a classical sign of not being ashamed (sorry about the double negative) so Vincent lifted his head. “Right. But you had to have known it was wrong or you wouldn’t have hidden it from everyone,” Charlie said reproachfully. “Tell me about him.” Vincent held Charlie’s gaze, his expression made brighter by Charlie’s apparent interest but the expression on his friend’s face was unreadable. Commanded by Charlie’s desire to know more, Vincent talked about Cameron. “He’s tall and gangly. Young and smart. He wants to be a doctor; that’s how we met, in a way. He was there when I was getting a physical and things…” Vincent shrugged; “Got out of hand. I never could resist a dominant person.” Charlie couldn’t conceal the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips but Vincent knew it was too early to relax. Why had Charlie smiled? “A doctor?” Charlie asked. “Yea.” “Ok then,” Charlie said. “Ok?” “I’m not exactly thrilled about it. You were dating him…” Charlie started to say. “We’re not dating,” Vincent interrupted; “We can’t exactly go out or hold hands in public, can we? We’re just… seeing each other.” “Seeing each other” could so easily have become “fucking each other” and Vincent was pleased that Charlie did not question his choice of words. “You know this is fucked up, right?” Charlie asked rhetorically and moved on before Vincent could answer; “But I trust you. You said he’s the dominant one and I guess I trust that you wouldn’t abuse someone naive or helpless.” “He’s definitely isn’t naive or helpless,” agreed Vincent. “That’s the only reason it’s ok with me; because I trust you not to use someone, to abuse your position as a teacher, to target someone vulnerable,” Charlie responded. “You have my word,” Vincent said seriously. “Because if I thought for a second that you were capable of molesting a vulnerable person… I wouldn’t protect you, Vincent. I’d protect him,” Charlie declared. Vincent asked; “Do you think I’d do that to a vulnerable person? Take advantage?” “No. But then, I didn’t think you’d fuck a teenager…” but then Charlie smiled again, the corner of his mouth tugging; “I didn’t think you’d let a schoolboy dominate you.” There were so many ways that his confession could have ended – losing Charlie and Charlie telling so he’d lose his job were among those endings – but Vincent was pleased that Charlie had decided to trust him. Moreover, he seemed to like the scenario of Vincent and his young lover. Vincent understood why Charlie had smiled – the fact that Vincent was an unashamed bottom and that a teenager eight years his junior had taken command was a seedy but mesmerising image. “You like the idea?” Vincent asked accusingly, with a twitching smile. “You know I like to watch,” Charlie answered without answering. “I know,” Vincent replied; “You like to watch and he likes to role play.” “What kind of roles?” Charlie asked, intrigued. “Ironically, I play a school teacher and he’s the obedient and inexperienced student,” Vincent said. “Recently, he told me to give a sexual education lesson; we were alone in the locked classroom obviously but he told me to imagine the room was filled and then strip naked and jerk off while he watched me.” “You sound very well-trained,” Charlie said distractedly but his mind was working overtime. Vincent wanted to move on from talking about his other lover so he stepped closer and put his hands on Charlie’s hips, then leaned in and kissed his lips softly at first and then more passionately as the contact extended. Lips and tongued jostled for control, with Vincent conceded to Charlie. “I didn’t say you were allowed to kiss me,” Charlie chastised. “Well, I’m not housetrained, am I? Woof woof,” Charlie grinned and bit his lip as he looked Vincent up and down and imagined him… “I think I’ve gone off the idea,” Charlie replied and he let the disappointment hit Vincent’s face before adding: “I’ve got a better role for you than errant puppy.” Vincent looked intrigued and asked; “Oh do tell.” “Be quiet, boy,” said Charlie whose tone had turned serious with reprimand. “You should only speak if you raise your hand to ask permission first. And if you’re hands aren’t free, you may beg for permission to speak before asking or saying anything else.” Vincent’s new role was becoming clear but he raised his hand sheepishly to solicit permission to clarify. Charlie nodded and waved his had to indicate permission had been granted. “Am I to understand that my new role is a naughty schoolboy?” asked Vincent. “What a clever boy you are,” Charlie replied condescendingly. “Do naughty schoolboys also get tied up like puppies do?” Vincent asked excitedly. “They certainly do,” Charlie agreed. “We never decided on a safely word,” Vincent added bashfully. Even though they were playing there still had to be rules and the dividing line between BDSM and abuse is that former is consensual and safe – even when it gets serious and heavy. “How about… attendance? Boy should say attendance if he wants me to untie him,” Charlie said and clearly liked the sound of it. “Ok,” agreed Vincent. “Now, boy has been misbehaving and should be punished,” Charlie continued. “Oh I agree. I should be punished,” Vincent responded. “I think boy should be spanked.” When Vincent had moved into his flat six years ago – at the time with Jake – it had certain features that they chose to dispense with. The ceilings were high and the previous occupant had installed an ostentatious light fitting – the flamboyant chandelier was gaudy and pretentious and they had replaced it with something more modest and less garish. The metal hoop embedded in the ceiling from which it had been suspended remained however. “Do you think you can get this rope through that hoop?” asked Charlie, handing him the paraphernalia with which to complete the task. Vincent got to work and used an extendable pole – usually used for dusting the incumbent light fitting – to push a length of rope through the hoop in the ceiling. If it was sturdy enough to suspend a chandelier, then it would hold Vincent’s weight. Charlie watched while Vincent created loops with each end of the rope that would, very shortly, be used to hoist Vincent’s arms above his head – the other end being attached to a sturdy wall bracket that Vincent did not know the original purpose of. Charlie soon stood behind Vincent, who expected an embrace or cheeky sexual overture; instead what he got was an insult. “What do you want, a cookie? You’ve badly misbehaved, boy. Lying and cheating is very serious,” Charlie said. Vincent wore a hangdog expression at the rebuke. In his white shirt and a tie with black trousers and shoes, Vincent had all the prerequisites for his role as a schoolboy. “Lying and cheating are against school policy. Very bad and very naughty so I think you should be taught a lesson, don’t you agree, boy?” asked Charlie. “Yes sir.” Charlie grinned and Vincent submitted his hands to the rope. Once secure, Charlie pulled slowly on the loose end of the rope and Vincent raise his arms until the rope grew taut; Charlie gave one more sharp pull of the rope so Charlie found himself with arms raised above his head and on his tiptoes, though not uncomfortably so. Charlie tied the rope to the wall bracket and gazed at the inviting site before him. “Is your shirt expensive?” asked Charlie. “No. Why?” replied Vincent. Charlie grinned broadly and then walked to stand right in front of Vincent. “Because boy, you shamelessly lied to me but I wonder if you have any shame. Shall we find out before you are punished? ” asked Charlie. “I’m sorry sir,” replied Vincent. “That is not an answer to my question. Don’t be so impudent, boy,” admonished Charlie. “You should punish me however you see fit sir,” Vincent agreed. Charlie gave Vincent a kiss on the lips, standing on his tiptoes to match Vincent’s height. Charlie then put his hands to Vincent’s neck and loosened the tie and when he pulled it free, he discarded it too. “Do you want to continue, boy?” Charlie asked as they had not agreed exactly what would happen before hand. “Yes sir. I’m sorry I lied and cheated. I’m a bad boy but please don’t strip me,” Vincent replied – staying in character. “You don’t deserve clothes, boy. I’ll take them all off and see what pathetic body you have to show me,” Vincent said sneeringly. Charlie unbuttoned the top few buttons of Vincent’s shirt so he could grip the collar on each side and then he pulled hard. Buttons popped off and the stitches of the shirt protested the brute attack; one more swift yank on each side and the shirt fell completely open. Vincent wriggled as his chest was exposed but with his hands tied and suspended above him there was no more resistance to be made. Vincent felt the shirt being parted while Charlie’s hands explored his chest, nipples and armpits – they were all exposed and vulnerable. Charlie kocaeli escort bayan grinned before reaching for Vincent’s belt and then unfastening the belt. “Shall we see if you have a little penis?” Charlie said and with that he pulled the trousers and underwear down to Vincent’s knees. Vincent was surprised that Charlie had not teased the impending exposure for longer but the subversion of his expectations was in itself belittling. Vincent could do nothing to cover his penis or his ass. Charlie knelt down to unlace Vincent’s shoes which he then pulled off one by one so he was barefoot. Charlie pulled the trousers and boxers down from the knees and Vincent gave a few half-hearted and feeble kicks of protest but the clothes were stripped from him; they slipped easily over his ankles and were tossed aside. Rising to look upon the naughty boy, Charlie liked what he saw: Vincent was now naked except for the open shirt, arms stretched above his head and helpless to resist anything. “Does he know about me?” Charlie asked suddenly. Charlie hadn’t meant to slip out of his role but the question played on him and needed to be asked. Vincent was shaken from the scenario and felt jarred by the change of tone from their role play to the more serious matters that had preceded it. “I told him last week,” Vincent said. “What would he think if you helpless like this?” Charlie asked while gazing at the dangling naked teacher. “He’d probably get a kick out of it,” Vincent admitted. “Even the part where you’re a helpless naughty boy?” Charlie asked. “Especially that part. He’d probably…” Vincent replied but paused because he didn’t want to give Charlie ideas. “What’s his name?” Charlie asked. Vincent had expected Charlie to be curious about what Cameron would probably do so when Charlie showed no interest, Vincent was again caught off guard. Charlie was a talented top who knew just how to control puppies, boys or whatever denigrative/ affectionate term was on offer. Vincent had deliberately avoided telling Charlie the name of his teenage lover; Charlie seemed to trust him and seemed to believe he wasn’t taking advantage of the lad but what if he didn’t trust or believe him? To answer the question was to trust Charlie would not tell the school or Cameron’s parents. Vincent trusted Charlie to tie him up, but Cameron’s name was quite another. The question was: could he trust Charlie? “His name is Cameron.” Charlie just smiled and nearly gave Vincent whiplash from the speed with which he was flung back into the scenario. “Look at you dangling around, almost naked. Your little dick flopping about. You’re an embarrassment to yourself,” Charlie insulted genially. “But you were a good boy for telling me the truth. Thank you for telling me,” Charlie said happily. Charlie cupped Vincent’s balls as a reward and then fondled his penis until it grew with eager enthusiasm. “Not so pathetic after all,” Charlie complimented of the full-mast erection now jutting out from Vincent’s groin. “Thank you sir,” Vincent replied. Charlie then disappeared behind Vincent and the next thing he knew Charlie was cutting through the sleeves of the shirt. He made incisions across the seam of the shoulders and then ran the open blade of the scissors up the length of the sleeve, cutting again to get through the cuff. “Oh no, please sir, don’t cut my shirt. I’m so sorry I misbehaved,” Vincent said childishly. Charlie ignored the plea, completing cuts on both sides so that mere minutes later, the shirt fell away to leave Vincent totally exposed. “Look at yourself. Naked. Hard. Exposed. You’re a pathetic little boy,” Charlie mocked him. Charlie also punctuated each word: a pat on the bum, a swat of the hard cock, a finger tracing the curve of Vincent’s arm pit. “Boy, do you remember what I said about misbehaving and being punished?” asked Charlie. “Yes, sir.” “Say it, boy. How do you deserve to be punished?” asked Charlie. “By being spanked, sir,” Vincent replied. Charlie nodded, walked back around and planted a hard slap against the bare buttocks. “You should count them, don’t you think, boy? How else will we know when you’ve had enough?” Charlie mocked him. The swats came slowly and then faster. “One. Two. Three. Four, five. Six. Seven, eight, nine. Ten.” “Your little bum is getting red. Did you like that, boy?” Charlie asked. “It’s a punishment, sir. Of course I don’t like it,” replied Vincent. Charlie hesitated, he hadn’t heard the safety word, but was Vincent serious. The doubt only lasted a second but it was long enough for Vincent to lay on another comment. “Please let me down sir. This is so humiliating. I’m naked and hard and my bum is sore,” Vincent said. “Count again, boy,” Charlie said – ignoring the faux protest. “One. Two. Three, four. Five, six. Seven. Eight. Nine, ten, eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen, fifteen. Sixteen, seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen, twenty.” Now Vincent’s bottom really was red. And sore. And hot. “I could cook an egg on these,” Charlie said. “Yes sir,” said Vincent in a pained voice. Charlie came about and looked at Vincent from the front. “Look at that dick of yours dribbling on the floor,” Charlie said disgustedly. “Are you sure you’re not enjoying this?” “I’m sorry for lying and cheating sir,” Vincent as a reply. Charlie’s face softened and he understood that Vincent was not just speaking in character. “I know you are, boy. I know you are,” said Charlie in his true voice. “I think my bum needs more attention,” Vincent said; “I have an itch inside.” Charlie grinned at the dangling boy and said; “If I’m going to scratch it, I’ll need to put something inside.” “It’s a big itch,” Vincent said. Charlie took a moment to decide his next move which ultimately involved stripping in front of Vincent and stroking himself to erection. “I would usually get you to turn me on,” Charlie commented. “I am turning you on,” Vincent replied and thrust his aching cock out. Charlie liked the fact that Vincent could not cum unless Charlie helped him. Vincent was powerless for release until he said so. Charlie rolled on a condom before dribbling lube on his cock and pressing it against Vincent’s waiting anus. Charlie had to hold Vincent’s hips to stop him moving as he dangled by his up stretched arms. Charlie pushed in and was soon fucking Vincent with long jabs of his cock. Charlie thrust in and up to hit the sweet spot and Vincent was groaning at the pleasurable intrusion. Charlie moved his hands up Vincent’s body from his hips up to his armpits and then around to pinch the nipples. Vincent squirmed but there was no way to resist Charlie’s domination – save from the word “attendance” which was not necessary as Vincent was enjoying the upright fuck. “Tell me about him. Tell me about him while I’m inside you,” Charlie commanded. And so Vincent explained how it all began: “…at dinner with my friends Malcolm and Andy six months ago. I told them I was submissive and Malcolm suggested I help him at a men’s clinic he runs. Do your worst, I said and I guess he did. He made me strip to my boxers in his office and then asked me to wait in the main waiting area while he saw another patient.” “That sound hot,” Charlie commented as he continued to fuck Vincent’s ass; “Were there many people watching you boy?” “The entire reception area was filled with men watching me, sir. It was humiliating and Malcolm left me for ten minutes under their gaze,” Vincent continued. He was starting to think he wouldn’t need to touch his cock to cum, the sensations in his ass were quite enough. “When Malcolm called me back in he had me stand with my hands behind my head to expose my armpits and then someone knocked the door and in walked Cameron, a boy from my English class.” Charlie’s cock slipped out of Vincent’s anus and he took a break by kissing Vincent’s back and neck. “Tell me more. What happened next?” Charlie prompted. Charlie was rubbing his cock between Vincent’s ass cheeks and preparing to enter him again. “Malcolm didn’t know we knew each other so he invited Cameron…” Vincent started to say. “The teenage boy you teach at school,” Charlie interjected. “Yes. He invited the seventeen year old school boy to come closer and check me out and after a short while, while my hands were still behind my head, Malcolm told Cameron to take my boxers down,” Vincent quivered not just from the memory but also from the touch from the head of Charlie’s cock. His arms ached from the extended period of being suspended about his head but Vincent tried to ignore the feeling. “I bet your pathetic little boy cock nearly exploded in his face,” said Charlie. “Malcolm told him to examine my testicles and my penis and then made me get up on the examination table. There I was on all fours with my ass stuck out and then Cameron put his fingers inside me to check my prostate…” Vincent continued but it was hard to talk from the stimulation and arousal. “Hold the fucking phone,” said Charlie, slipping from the tone he’d been using to belittle Vincent; “Is all this really true?”” “I wouldn’t lie to you, sir. I promise,” Vincent said innocently. “No wonder he fell for you. And after you did all that, no wonder he topped you,” Charlie said unkindly but Vincent knew he meant it in awe – it was all part of the role. “What happened at the end?” “So there I was naked and on all fours when the teenager from my English class lubed up his finger and pushed it inside me. He said my prostate felt squishy and of course I was hard by now but Cameron hadn’t seen my erection yet. Then Malcolm told me to hop down and stand in my original position so I was totally exposed again,” Vincent explained. Charlie had again slowed his thrusts and Vincent felt tingling all over his body as Charlie stroked his tied and tired arms, caressed his back and thighs and gave his arse cheeks a good pinch. “Cameron turned around and saw my hard-on and I was so embarrassed but I couldn’t cover up. Malcolm told him it looked like my foreskin kocaeli escort was tight so he encouraged the seventeen year old to stroke my penis to check it,” Vincent added. Charlie had again pulled out – and still hadn’t cum – and was sucking one of Vincent’s nipples. Vincent moaned and thrust his hips but there was no friction against which his cock could reach its release. “Finally, Cameron was encouraged to get a DNA sample so he jerked me…” Vincent continued. “The teenager jerked off his naked teacher? It’s every gay boy’s wet dream,” Charlie said; “And a few dirty teacher’s dreams too, am I right?” “Yes, sir. So Cameron stroked my hard penis until I came…” Vincent panted; “My arms are getting really sore now.” “We’re not done yet but you’ve redeemed yourself a little, boy,” Charlie patronised. Tied up, stripped, a bare bottom spanking, ass-fucked, made to tell the humiliating inaugural event of his teenage lover; what more could Charlie want? Charlie released the rope slowly so Vincent dropped onto his flat feet and then, as the rope was made slack, Vincent’s arms dropped. Vincent could not move them but Charlie sat him down on the sofa until the feeling came back. Charlie knelt between Vincent’s legs and kissed the sticky head of Vincent’s cock. “Oh yea…” Vincent said. “Does my boy like that?” Charlie goaded. “Yes,” Vincent enthused. Charlie slid his hands up Vincent’s inner thighs and teased another touch of his cock but he stopped at the thigh.” “I’ll reward you once you’ve told me another story,” Charlie said. Vincent had just the tale. “Well, I mentioned an impromptu sex-ed lesson a few weeks ago but back in December something else happened in the classroom,” Vincent said. “Go on,” Charlie said and offered encouragement by gripping Vincent’s cock and giving it a single tug. “Cameron – the boy from my English class,” Vincent added for effect; “Locked the classroom door and took a seat. He told me to strip naked and he commented as I did it, telling me how much he liked my nipples and soon I was just wearing my boxers in the room that is normally filled with horny teens and responsible adults.” “Sounds good,” Charlie commented and he licked Vincent’s dribbling dick. “Cameron loves to remind me that I’m his teacher so he asked me a question about the syllabus; we talked about Waiting for Godot and he told me he’d understand better if I was totally naked so I took off by boxers and cast them aside,” Vincent recalled excitedly. He remembered the feeling of all his clothes being off in his own classroom and the exposure to his teenage lover. “I wrote four lines from the play, it’s from a discussion between the two characters,” Vincent explained. “What about hanging ourselves, says Estragon. Vladimir replies, it’d give us an erection! Highly excited, Estragon replies; an erection! With all that follows, Vladimir says.” Charlie laughed softly at the choice of words. Again he rewarded Vincent, this time by putting the whole head of Vincent’s cock in his mouth. “Cameron told me to come closer so we could talk about the lines from the play but really just so he could stroke his naked teacher. Pretty soon, Cameron wanted more and he sent me to back to the front of the room where he lay me down on my own desk,” Vincent said. “This sounds good,” Charlie grinned. Vincent missed the sensation of Charlie’s mouth sucking him off. “What happened next, my boy? Did your teenage lover get naked too?” Charlie asked. “No,” Vincent giggled excitedly. “Cameron was going commando and he pulled out his erection so it poked out from the fly of his school trousers. He was still wearing his school shirt and tie too and told me he wanted to fuck me while I could see him still in his full schoolboy uniform.” “Cameron sounds like a lot of fun,” Charlie said thoughtfully. “He rolled on a condom and while he pushed his teenage penis inside my ass, he told me to talk about his schoolwork,” Vincent confessed. “He constantly reminded me that I was hit teacher and he my pupil while he had sex with me. I was still totally naked and he still in his perfect school uniform. He came first, inside me. When I came, I shot spunk all over myself.” Charlie was stroking Vincent gently now, thoughtfully, but with a happy smile on his face. “Then Cameron fed some of my own cum to me…” Vincent said. “You sucked your own jizz of his fingers?” asked Charlie. Vincent nodded. “The final thing he made me do was stand naked at the front of the room with my hand behind my head,” Vincent’s cock twitched at the memory. “Then he described how I was naked and his teacher and covered in my own cum and fucked by a teenage student.” Charlie slipped a finger into Vincent’s ass and wrapped lips around his cock again. Vincent could barley talk but he had his story to finish. “He wanted me to remember how he’d fucked me in his school uniform and how much I’d loved it,” Vincent concluded. “Do you love him?” Charlie asked. Charlie was too afraid to ask the other question: do you love me? “No…” Vincent said slowly; “I don’t love him. And he doesn’t love me… he said I’m in his heart.” “That’s sweet,” Charlie said. Charlie got to his feet and Vincent feared he was going to leave. “He’s leaving in a few months to move to Glasgow and if I wanted I suppose I could go with him,” Vincent said. “But I don’t want to. I want to stay here… with you.” Charlie stood tall and naked and beautiful; sweaty and motionless and hard; he also remained silent for seconds that felt like minutes. “I’ve rather forgotten to call you boy for a while, haven’t I?” Charlie said by way of not getting into the complex emotional stuff. “Yea,” Vincent answered. Charlie leaned over and kissed Vincent with great passion; their chests close and cocks touching. “Pull your knees back so I can fuck you,” Charlie said. “I want you to imagine I’m the boy you like to fuck and I’ll imagine you’re the teacher I’m screwing.” Vincent loved the idea. He gripped behind his knees and rolled back on the sofa. He watched Charlie line his condom clad cock up and pushed back inside. Twenty minutes ago, Vincent had been suspended from the ceiling while Charlie was trying to fuck him, now the entry was much easier and he was so horny he could have burst on the first thrust but he held on for another few thrusts. Charlie grunted while pushing in again and finally cumming. He kept thrusting a while longer but each push in became more fatigued and less powerful. Charlie’s cock was waning now the he had climaxed but he was acutely aware that Vincent had not cum yet so he pulled out and removed the condom. Charlie reached up and turned the condom upright, depositing the contents over Vincent’s head, which splashed messily on the sofa too. Charlie stood up and he grinned down at the sight of cum dribbling out of Vincent’s hair and onto his brow, nose and lips. “Finish me off? Please sir?” pleaded Vincent. Vincent’s cock was still rock hard and dripping pre-cum from his spanking and fucking but it needed a little more attention “Naughty boys should be made to wait before cumming,” Charlie decided. Charlie made Vincent wait while he put underpants on. Then he took a grip of Vincent’s dick and slowly stroked it. Charlie paid particular attention to the sensitive cock head – rubbing it in the centre of his palm until Vincent was ready to shoot. Which was when Charlie let go and left the cock to bob up and down but denied release. “Oh, please…” begged Vincent. Charlie dropped to his knees and too the cock in his mouth. He licked the length of the member and kissed the tip, deep throated it all the way to the hilt and flicked his tongue across the frenulum until Vincent was certain he’d explode. Which was when Charlie stopped and left the aching cock to bob wet and slippery but denied release. Charlie continued to tease Vincent for another half an hour before finally taking pity on Vincent and stroking him to a powerful climax that made an awful mess of the room. Cum shot out across the room, landing on the floor and spurting more until Vincent’s balls drained and were sore from the excerption. “Oh, fuck. That was fucking amazing.” “Well, naughty boy. I really enjoyed the view tonight,” Charlie said. “I’m glad.” “I wonder if your neighbour’s across the road noticed,” Charlie added. It was only then that Vincent realised that where he had been strung up meant he had been in view of the large bay window and if his neighbours across the road had looked out of their front window they would have seen him naked, hard, fucked, jerked and sucked. Even the sofa was in view of the window across the way. “Well if my neighbour enjoys watching sex as much as you do, he certainly got his fill tonight,” Vincent said agreeably. There was no point dwelling on if they neighbour had seen him. The parents worked a lot so they might not even be home yet. Although the couple had a teenage son… Vincent stood up and risked a look across the road. The boy – how old was he fifteen, sixteen… maybe seventeen – looked guilty as if caught looking. He had been caught looking. Vincent suppressed a sigh and consoled himself that the boy was not a pupil at his school. The boy was cute but as Vincent has said before – he wasn’t attracted to boys, just one boy. Just Cameron. Though Vincent had to admit being watched by the teenager across the road was a little exciting and the fact that he’d been humiliated with cum dribbling from his hair and on his face was also exciting. “About what you just said… about me enjoying watching…” said Charlie who had also stood up and was getting dressed. “Yea?” asked Vincent. “If you ever wanted to invite Cameron over… I wouldn’t mind watching that.” Many thanks to all my correspondents for getting in touch, staying in touch or just saying hi. If you fancy emailing me: encomiums@ If you love the stories Nifty has to offer, remember to donate: http://donate./donate.html Visit my blogspot – pot – for updates including chapter synopses and excerpts. 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