Adam, Beloved Mentor (5)

by Tim Anders <Timlovesjase@yahoo.com.au>

Adam, Beloved Mentor (5) by Tim Anders

Revised version of 'Back in the Big Smoke' (Sequel to 'Country Life').

That business with Ernie the plumber was really embarrassing. I hadn't even noticed the half open study door and so wasn't aware he could hear Adam wielding the cane and me complaining. To top it off, he saw me put the cane back in its place and as he knew what it had just been used for, he became bolder and started fishing.

"What brought that on, I wonder," he asked, looking at me. I contemplated my feet and kept silent. Having to stand there in nothing but my footy shorts, knowing that he knew, was bad enough. No way was I going to give him any more gory details! Not unless Adam 'encouraged' me, as he sometimes did to add 'salutary embarrassment' to my punishment.

Thankfully, this was not one of those occasions. Adam answered the question himself. "One of his many tricks," he explained, "left the garage light on. For all we know it's been on for days." He was obviously happy to talk about it. I wondered if I could sneak back to the study, but he still had his arm firmly around me, not only giving me that nice feeling of being protected and in his care, but also making sure I stayed.

"Fair enough," Ernie said. "When I grew up in the old country just after the war, wasting energy was a mortal sin. Half the time we didn't have any power at all, it was so scarce. My old man would have given me what for if I'd done that. Mind you, he found enough other reasons."

"I never have to find reasons," Adam laughed, "Tim provides plenty of those all by himself," he slapped my bum, "don't you, mate?" I blushed again, trying to look indignant, but he thought it was a great joke.

So did Ernie, "quite often is it? No wonder you keep it in easy reach!"

Bugger it, I thought, 'he's getting a bit inquisitive!!'

"Yeah, very handy that, doesn't collect much dust there." Adam looked at me as if he wanted me to confirm what he said, but I wasn't buying into this discussion, I just wanted out.

"You know," Ernie said, "my hopes for the next generation have suddenly gone up."

'So has something else,' I thought, looking at the front of his fairly loose overalls. There was no doubt, he and his little mate were having a ball at my expense.

"For what it's worth, I think you're doing him and the whole community a great service," he continued sanctimoniously. "As I said, there should be more of it."

"Well," said Adam, "it's the least a big brother can do, when there's no parents left . . ."

Did I hear that right? He was making out to be my big brother? Hmm, why not? I quite liked the idea. My Adam had a wonderful imagination, and he could sound so convincing, people often believed his yarns, no worries, and our plumber fell for it, hook, line and sinker.

I thought this was a good moment to escape. "Better get back to my studies," I announced, trying to look virtuous while disengaging myself from Adam's friendly grip.

"You do that, mate," he said and sent me off with a final slap on my bottom.

"Nice meeting you," Ernie grinned.

Was he serious? I suppose he was. He was obviously enjoying himself, and getting paid for it. I decided courtesy was the better part of valour, but "yeah, same here" was about all I could muster. I gave him a wave as I left, "see ya, mate."

I could hear Adam telling him the sad story of us being orphaned and how he brought me up since he was 17 and I was 10. I firmly shut the study door, before I became too intrigued by it, because I DID have work to do. Adam was bound to tell me all the fibs later, anyway. If his spelling and grammar had been as good as his stories, he'd have made a great writer.

We had a wonderful time in bed that night. Yes, ok, we did THAT too, but I'm talking about us rolling around with laughter as Adam recounted what he'd told Ernie who seemed to want to believe even the tallest story Adam could dish up. And we kept 'improving on it' as we went along, wishing Adam had thought of all the new twists at the time.

According to Adam's tale, I was the baby of the family and, because of that, a very spoiled brat when we lost our parents. He himself had felt the belt and the stick plenty of times when he was younger (which was actually true), but when I came along, our dad had mellowed and I got away with murder. So, when he ended up with me in his lap, so to speak, it took him a long while to 'lick me into shape', and he was still working on my 'education.' Come to think of it, I won't tell you any more at this stage because that could make quite a good story in its own right. I'll keep it in mind for my next exercise in genuine fiction.

The end of the academic year drew close and I worked really hard to get good results, not so much for fear of the stick, but to please my Adam. I knew how important it was for him that I should do well and, having jeopardised one subject already, I couldn't afford to botch up any more. Adam supported me in so many ways. He took over most of my share of the daily chores, on top of his own work, and reduced drastically our constant stream of visitors and our own excursions.

But we also needed the occasional break. So, apart from what we called our 'playtimes', we drove out into the country most Saturdays for some vigorous bushwalking and other exercise, topped off with a slap-up dinner. Sometimes we stayed the night and came back on Sunday. All this made the notorious pre-exams period a lot less stressful, but I always found it hard to get back into my routine after such outings.

Even the cane was used much less frequently, apart from those obligatory three 'reminders' on my bum every morning (result of that earlier botch-up). This was not due to some 'spare Tim' decision, but rather because I had less 'opportunity' to provoke punishment. I still got the stick when I deserved it, but most of the stings to my backside during this period were good natured handspanks, which Adam and I often exchanged during our 'playtime'.

The normally fairly stressful pre-exam period was a surprisingly happy time, largely because we had each other, and we were so much in love. The knowledge that Adam was just in the next room while I was studying was very comforting. I must admit, though, the pressure to work hard and do well, also took its toll. I did become temperamental, which is bad enough and almost expected if you do it to your parents, but I adored this guy. He was the focus of my life, I wanted to do well in my course for him, because it meant so much to him.

I only hope Adam was happy staying home, near me. He was such a social animal by nature, and I'm quite ashamed that I just took it all for granted and never stopped to think that reading a book or watching TV in the next room might have been quite a sacrifice on his part. But I suppose that's what they mean by 'selfish teenagers'. His patience did have limits, I'm now happy to report, although at the time I felt he was being quite unreasonable.

One Friday evening, just before the exams, I felt I was never going to get through all my work and was even more irritable and selfish than usual. We'd both been looking forward to our once-a week-trip up the bush on Saturday, but I suddenly declared I didn't want to go. Adam insisted that fresh air and exercise was what I needed to clear my head, but I just said, point blank, I needed the time for study and I wasn't going, so there!!

"Listen, mate," he tried to reason with me, "you may think the world's closing in on you, but you're not doing yourself any good by panicking. You need to relax or you'll be a cot case before you ever get to the bloody exams."

The more he tried to soothe me, the more obnoxious I became. "No, you listen to me," I shouted, "I don't want any fresh bloody air or _f_u_c_k_ing exercise! Why can't you get that into your thick head? Just shut it and let me do my work, ok?"

He had put up with my moods and tantrums for some time now and his patience was wearing thin. Still sounding quite calm when he started, "I know you're working hard and you're worried about the exams, mate, and I've allowed for all that, but it's time you pulled your head in, and stop being a bloody primadonna," his voice level had risen by a lot of decibels by the time he ended with "because I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!".

That alone should have made me take note, but I was in self-destruct mode. "How would you bloody know how I feel! You never had to sit for _f_u_c_k_ing exams." That gibe was hurtful and quite uncalled for, but Adam ignored it.

"How do I know? I've been living with YOU, mate, and watched you and put up with a lot of _s_h_i_t_ from you, because I love you bastard. But you're not the only guy in the world with exams coming up and, like it or not, we're going! You need that break! We both do."

I knew he was right, but I kept fighting him. "YOU probably do, so why don't you just piss off on your bush trip. I need it like a hole in the bloody head, mate! I can't afford to lose a whole day prancing around the _f_u_c_k_ing countryside, only because you want fresh air." I got up and marched back to the study. This wasn't the path I wanted to go at all, I loved him and wanted to be with him all the time, but something kept pushing me along. I was lashing out, and he was an easy punching bag.

"Tim!! Come back here, mate!"

I stopped in my tracks. I could tell I'd gone as far as he'd let me, but I was still defiant. "No!" I said, without turning around, almost expecting him to come and grab me.

"I said come here, mate!" He was still sitting at the dining table.

"Make me!" I knew I deserved a real good thrashing for being so objectionable to the man I loved more than anything in this world. I was already wishing it on myself.

"Oh no, mate. I'm not going to force you. You're going to come by yourself, as always."

It was true. While he decided when I needed to be disciplined and how, it was up to me to take the punishment of my own free will. I remember we discussed once tying people up for their discipline, and Adam pointed out how degrading and shameful that would be for the giver and the taker. No way would he be so cowardly as punish someone who was physically restrained, and he wanted to be proud of me accepting what I knew I deserved and taking it like a man.

I turned slowly and looked at him. He looked so strained, I could tell he was more upset than angry, and all my anger and defiance began to fade away. I walked to him, feeling an absolute _s_h_i_t_head for my behaviour and wishing he'd give me the hiding I deserved.

"What's got into you, little man?" he demanded.

I shrugged my shoulders, "sorry, mate."

"So am I, mate, but I'm not going to let you get away with it."

I just nodded.

"Well, bring me the cane. You know what to do."

I knew I was going to have a sore bum very shortly, but I was almost relieved at the same time. This unbearable tension between us was about to end.

I fetched the cane and gave it to him, "I'm sorry I'm such a pig, mate," I dropped my shorts and briefs.

"I should have done this much earlier," he said, while I pulled off my T-shirt, "put that bar stool over here and bend over it." I knew then, this was going to hurt a lot more than if he'd just said 'bend over.'

I draped myself over the stool and three strokes crashed into my bum so fast I didn't even have time to take a breather in between, "OWOWOW!!!" My assumption was right, these were no half hearted bottom ticklers, Adam intended every one of them to hurt like hell.

"You've had this coming for a while, mate." Another three in quick succession. "AAARGH!"

I totally agreed with him, but didn't have time to say so, between yelping and keeping silent count of the stick connecting with my naked buns. That was six of the very best!

"OK, mate, get up when you're ready."

I was surprised there weren't more coming, although my backside felt as if it had received twice as many. As I got up and put my hands on my bottom, I knew why, I could feel the thick ridges, evidence of Adam's determination to restore 'law and order'. He gave me a big hug and rubbed my bum, then turned me around to inspect the damage.

"_s_h_i_t_!" he said, "go get the cream, NOW!"

I ran to the bathroom and brought the anti-bruising stuff he had bought before my first big caning when I'd stuffed up the essay. Adam always had this worry about damaging my bum beyond repair, but it is really quite resilient. I draped myself once more over that bar stool, but this time for some much more soothing treatment. Feeling him massage the cream into my sore buns was wonderful, as if he had forgiven me for my behaviour, and of course he had.

I got dressed and told him he was right about our trip tomorrow, and there'd be no more trouble from me.

"I hope so, for your bum's sake," he said, giving it a good hard slap.

I was already grinning when I said "Ouch!" and went back to the study.

An hour or so later, I decided I'd done enough for the day, partly because I found it hard to concentrate. Although I knew my man had forgiven me, it really bothered me that I had been so horrible to him. How can anyone do that to someone they love so much? I suddenly needed to be close to him and tell him how much.

As I emerged from the study, Adam was reading at the dining table. He looked up, "finished already?"

"Yeah, most of it, mate. I can't concentrate any more."

"Well come and give us a kiss, then," he got up and came towards me.

"Adam, I love you, and I'm really sorry. You had a hard week yourself and you do so much for me, and I'm such a selfish bastard, I really deserved a lot more - " I was just about in tears.

"Hey, hey, little man, none of that big drama stuff! That was a warning, and it worked. So, you behave yourself and you'll be ok." He held me tight in his arms and we kissed. I opened his shirt and ran my fingers through the fuzzy jungle on his chest, gently squeezing his nipples, he started massaging my buns, and before we knew it, we were on the sitting room floor, our clothes strewn all over the place, doing what came naturally.

That was one of the great strengths of our relationship. While Adam helped me growing up by keeping a tight rein on me and my development, we were the maddest pair of lovers you could imagine. Friends used to comment how we didn't seem to be able to keep our eyes and/or hands off each other. Hardly surprising, if you knew Adam.

The final exams came and went, followed by that agonising period of waiting, but Adam was so confident about my results, he cranked up our social life the moment my last exam was over, starting with a special dinner in one of those posh restaurants, up in the hills. It turned out he was right again. When my results came several weeks later, they were very good. Even the subject I'd jeopardised with my stupidity earlier in the year was better than expected.

In the meantime, he still went to work, of course, but I was 'free'. I tried to make up for all those weeks when he had shouldered most chores, I rediscovered my love of cooking, even spring cleaned the house, but, best of all, I had a great time spoiling my man wherever and as ever I could. Adam joked he could get used to this and maybe he won't let me go back to Uni next year. He even organised a few TV jobs for me, some involved us working together, which was almost like when we first met, we had a wonderful time.

As we'd come to the end of semester, my daily dose of three with the cane every morning had come to an end, and I almost missed them at first. But apart from that, our discipline routine remained more or less in place.

When my final results came, Adam was so thrilled with my success, he declared a kind of 'amnesty' by wiping all my accumulated demerits off the slate. They were black marks on a list, awarded every time I got the cane more than twice in one day, or when punishment had to be postponed for some reason. I still got the cane regularly for all the usual things, but he had adopted a policy of 'often but moderate'. It still hurt but it meant that out of six there would be only one, maybe two, that came really hard.

My TV work came to a sudden end, when I was approached by Sven, a very nice chap in his late 30s to early 40s who asked if I would like to earn some extra money posing for a few private pics. I knew Adam had done that kind of work before and from his descriptions I suspected he mightn't approve of me following in his footsteps, not in this field anyway. But he was working elsewhere that day and since Sven was one of our camera crew whom we knew well and the pay rate he quoted sounded good, I said "OK".

We had finished shooting early that day, and Sven took me to some 'studio' and introduced me to a couple of guys, Jeff and Mario, who said they were into making 'underground' movies, and how would I like to earn some money with my body.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, just doing what you enjoy doing, and get paid for it. Of course you'll have to audition first, so we know what you got to offer."

I looked at Sven who nodded encouragement. "What do you wan t me to do?" Silly question.

"For starters strip and let's see what you got, mate."

I felt fairly confident I'd pass their scrutiny, but at the same time I had an uneasy feeling. Still, I took off my clothes and turned and paraded as they requested.

"Come next door, we'll take a few shots for the producers," Mario said.

We went into an adjoining room, There were several cameras set up and when I realised one of the two operators was a girl called Fran, I panicked. I could feel my little mate shrinking as if he'd been in an ice bucket, quite a weird feeling. usually my problem was the other way round. I turned and made for the door, but Mario stopped me, "hey, what's the problem?"

"I can't work with camera women," I lied. We did have two where I normally worked, but then I was usually dressed, even if it was only Speedos or shorts, sometimes with an open shirt.

"Why not mate? - _s_h_i_t_! You're not gay are you?" Jeff sounded quite upset.

"Wh-why d'you ask?"

"Because the guys we get in here don't usually run when they see a sheila, they love showing off what they got."

"Ummm - "

"Bloody hell, you are, aren't you. Did Sven know this?"

I shrugged my shoulders. Where was Sven anyway? He must have stayed in the other room, or maybe he'd left altogether. I suddenly wished I'd never listened to him.

"We can forget about the audition, you're not going to be much use for the movie if sheilas don't turn you on."

"OK then, sorry." I headed for the door, almost relieved to be able to get dressed again. The more I thought about what I was doing, the more I sensed Adam was not going to be happy about my venture into the world of sleaze.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I thought you said you can't use me."

"Weeell," Jeff winked with a grin, "I never said that. I can think of a lot of uses for you, mate, you got a nice bod." - Did I hear "Yumm" from Fran's direction?

"Ta. I don't think I want to know." I was getting a bit nervous, but to my surprise it was like the kiss of life for my shrivelled little mate.

"Just a few stills, mate, and we'll see what we can do with them." he looked at Mario who nodded agreement.

I knew enough from Adam's stories, to be wary about backroom deals that didn't involve my agent, so I asked about the pay. They said they'd pay me for a couple of hours work - it wouldn't take any longer. I was in a very weak position conducting these negotiations in the nude, covering myself with one hand most of the time, and I asked where Sven was. He came in from the other room and at least I had a witness to the deal. He kept reassuring me, it was all 'above board'. Yeah, well, whatever that meant in his language. I wasn't at all sure about it, and I got the feeling I was going to be in trouble when Adam found out what I got myself into, a thought that my little mate seemed to enjoy.

They started taking photos from all sides and angles, with a few breaks every now and then, and soon I realised they were focusing on my little mate. Fran's presence was a decided inhibitor, so he hadn't shot up as usual, but was sort of hovering, which made it all the more interesting for them. They asked me to pull the foreskin right back and then push it forward again and at the same time stop him from growing too fast.

"You're joking," I said, "I can't control THAT!!"

They must have forgotten what 18 year old dicks are like. Most of the time I had no control over him at all, and if it hadn't been for Fran, they would have had nothing but a rigid pole to take photos of. Funnily, once I started getting into it, it wasn't all that embarrassing because they were all below the belt shots, so nobody could ever tell it was me. But nature took its course and once he was rigid there was only one way of bringing him down again. They wanted me to do just that for some 'cum-shots' as they called it.

"No way," I said, "not with her in the room!" Yes, well, famous last words. As I said I had no control over the bastard and he just spurted without warning. I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. They only got one reasonable shot of it, maybe two, because it all happened so suddenly, but what was really mortifying was when Fran handed me a box of tissues and used a big rag to wipe my 'output' off the tripod and the floor.

I said I didn't want to go on with the session, but they started talking about leather gear and tying me up, and that really gave me the creeps. I told them what Adam thought about tying people up and said I was not going to do that. Sven seemed a bit put out and said Adam wouldn't have to know.

"Oh yes, he does," I said, "I don't keep secrets from Adam, and I'm going to be in deep _s_h_i_t_ when I tell him."

Mario asked, "who is Adam?"

"His mate," Sven said. "You know Adam K- don't you?"

"My partner," I said, thinking 'he's going to have my hide when he finds out,' and all of a sudden I had that sinking feeling and just wanted to run.

"Ah THAT Adam!" They both obviously knew him.

"You're a lucky boy," Mario said, "he never let me in his pants."

"Yeah, well - ," I had the distinct feeling I wasn't going to be all that lucky that night.

"Tell you what," one of them said, "we're thinking of making a gay spanking movie, still needs a bit more organising, but you'd be good in it."

"Spanking movie? Uh-uh, I don't think so!" But my little mate betrayed me and I wished I had my clothes, which were still in the adjoining room.

"You like the idea?" he said, looking pointedly at my no longer little mate.

"I better get dressed."

"Not if you want to get paid, mate. We said two hours."

"Must be nearly over." I didn't even have my watch on me.

"15 minutes exactly."

"You want to take more shots, or you just going to watch me standing here naked for the next fifteen minutes?"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"What question?"

"Whether you like the idea of a spanking movie." He looked at my rigid dick and grinned, "I guess that's a sort of answer. But I wanna hear you say it."

"Say what? I said no."

My little mate at least had the decency to stay at about one third capacity. I covered him with my hands and kept looking at Fran, hoping that might keep him in check.

He kept moving his glance from down there to my face, "you sure?"

I was getting very uncomfortable, "I'm not interested in spanking. I told you."

"Come on, Adam spanks your arse, doesn't he?"

I swallowed hard, "says who?

"You said you'll be in deep _s_h_i_t_ when he finds out, what else does that mean?"

"Well, even if he does, that doesn't mean I'm going to be in a spanking movie just like that."

"It's good money . . ."

"Oh yeah?"

"And you'd be starring in it."

"Doing what?"

"Getting your cute bottom spanked."

"Ummm - - "

"It's a good real life story."

"Oh yeah? And you're going to get Adam to spank me?" I jeered.

"Brilliant, mate!! He's a hunk and a half, he'll be perfect. Why didn't I think of that? "

'_s_h_i_t_,' I thought, 'he is serious'.

"So you'll do it then?"

"No way, mate. Adam's going to skin me alive if this gets out."

"I could blackmail you into it. I'll tell Adam if you don't - "

My nerves suddenly gave way. "Listen, you _s_h_i_t_head, I WILL TELL Adam!! And I don't want your stinking money, I want out and I want the negatives of those shots you've taken." I made a grab for one of the cameras, but they were quicker.

"Oh no, you'll be paid, and we keep the pics. We have a contract."

I looked desperately at Sven who was still in the room, "help me get our of here, mate!!!"

"You want to go?" Jeff said, "fine, go! Time's up."

Sven opened the door and I shot into the next room and got dressed in less than a minute. They made me sign a receipt and handed me my 'fee' in cash. I ran all the way to the tram stop and got home before Adam.

The first thing I did was have a shower. I had this unclean feeling, even after the shower I felt 'soiled' somehow. I was also worried sick about what Adam would say. Not because I'd probably get the cane, I probably deserved it, but I knew he'd be disappointed in me and that look on his face always broke me up.

He arrived soon enough, and as we kissed and said hello I could tell he was tense.

"I hear you've been having some fun this arvo," he said, still holding me tight and slapping my buns a little harder than usual.

"How did you know?"

"Sven must have got the wind up after you ran off. When I got back to the agency, he gave me his version of what happened. Why don't you give me yours?"

"I was going to tell you, honest."

"Now's your chance, mate."

I told him the whole story, with him looking at me more in disbelief than anger. I felt like _s_h_i_t_. "So, that's all that happened, mate. I'm sorry."

"What have I told you about getting involved with sleaze merchants?" I saw him pulling the belt out of his jeans, he hadn't used that on my backside for some time.

"I know, mate, you said not to get involved, but I thought this was ok, at first. Sven said it was."

"Stop blaming others, Tim! Remember what we discussed about taking responsibility for your actions?" He took me by the back of my neck and bent me over.

I was in footy shorts, my usual home dress. The belt whistled through the air and hit my bum about six times with considerable force. I knew I deserved the punishment and tried to take it quietly, but couldn't avoid a few OOWWs.

"I am sorry, Adam, I really am," I said, after he released his grip and I stood up, rubbing my bottom and feeling I'd got off rather lightly.

He took me in his arms, "I know, little man, but being sorry alone isn't enough is it."

"No," I agreed, "I just didn't think, and when I realised what was happening, it was too late."

"We'll get those negatives back. I don't want you degraded like that, mate, you're too good for that. One sleazebag in the family is more than enough."

"Adam don't!" Before I knew it, I'd slapped his face and I felt as if my hand was about to drop off. I was almost in shock, he looked a bit surprised, his hand on his cheek, where mine had just been.

Then he grinned and took me in his arms, "what's the matter, little man? Did I say something wrong?"

"I can't stand it when you run yourself down lie that, darling. You're the most wonderful man I've known, and you're NOT a sleaze-- whatever you said,"

"Bag."

I was still in his arms but my hands were free to smack his bottom, "don't, mate, it hurts me to hear you say that."

"Well, if it hurts, consider it part of your punishment for stepping out of line, mate."

"Besides, you haven't done that kind of work for ages."

"How would you know, little man?"

"You said so."

"You believe anything I tell you?" I knew he was teasing.

"Implicitly," I said, putting on my most 'innocent' look, which always made him smile.

"That's my boy," and he slapped my backside. "Now, what're we going to do with you?"

"Rape me as a punishment?" I said hopefully, my little mate was so rigid he started to hurt.

"You wish, eh? Oh no!, that may be your reward if you take your medicine like a good boy."

"Like a man, you mean."

"Yep."

"But I already got the belt, mate, - - " I knew deep down that couldn't have been all.

"That was only to warm you up, you know that."

"Guess I do. - Now?" I moved to drop my shorts.

"Don't rush, mate, I know you want to get it over with, but the anticipation will do you good."

"That's mental cruelty, I could divorce you for that!"

"Just try, little man, and you'll find out what REAL cruelty is. I'll eat you alive before anyone else gets you."

"Heelp!! I'm in the hands of a nasty cannibal!!!!"

So we kept bantering, when suddenly the phone rang . . . .