Adam, Beloved Mentor (7)

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

Adam, Beloved Mentor (7) by Tim Anders

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

"Well, Tim," I heard Adam's voice and as I looked up I could tell Brian was looking forward to seeing me getting my bum blistered. I looked at Roger, hoping for a reassuring smile from him but he was staring at his feet. And there was my beloved Adam, grimly resolved and with an expression of loathing on his handsome face. In contrast to our usual discipline situations, he hated this intensely. I'd seen him like this on two occasions before, it was the signal for a painful thrashing.

My stomach dropped to somewhere below the floor boards, I felt vulnerable and exposed in my nakedness, my little mate was very limp and, maybe worst of all, I hated myself for having put the man I loved into this predicament.

Once more I had to state why I was about to be punished. Adam held out his hand, I picked up the cane and, as I handed it to him, the look in his eyes nearly broke me up. I wanted to hug him and say how sorry I was, but I just stood there, tears welling up, waiting. Roger said later I looked scared. Maybe I did, but I trusted Adam completely. There was no reason to be frightened of him. He loved me and what he was about to do was going to be painful but deserved and safe as always. He'd never harm me, I was quite certain of that.

Adam swished the cane as he cleared his throat, "get over the bench, mate."

I moved towards the contraption and stood in front of it. Suddenly I imagined Adam bent over the same bench some eight years before me and my little mate began to stir. I didn't really want to put my feet into those loops. Adam and I agreed it is demeaning to tie someone down for his punishment and I was proud that I always took mine without restraint. I looked at him, "do I have to put my feet in there?"

He came close to me, "mate, I know what you're thinking, just do it! My feet have been in there and I'm not ashamed of it."

I could tell from the tone of his voice he was extremely tense and wanted this over with just as much as I did. Stepping into the loops automatically spread my legs a little wider than in a free standing position. I bent over, stretched forward as far as I could, and grasped the side edges of the caning bench, which moved just a little to raise my bum. This was quite unnerving as my feet lost contact with the floor and I felt suspended in mid-air, totally exposed and vulnerable. I knew this was going to be bad but my faith in Adam's fairness was unshaken.

There was that familiar 'test' swishing sound, then the gentle 'alignment' contact of the cane with my bum and before I'd registered the next swish, WHACK! a very hot steel wire seemed to cut into both my buns. "AAAOW!!" _s_h_i_t_! I've never felt anything like this before! My head and chest flew up, my hands let go of the bench and instinctively shot down to where I was convinced a gaping wound had opened, but I felt no blood.

I heard Brian mumbling and Adam telling him to shut up. He then warned me not to move my hands again because he didn't want to hit them by accident. I dug my nails into the edge of the bench, determined not to let go again, and the next stroke hit my backside, immediately followed by the third. I yelled out as I desperately clung to the bench, convinced I had never felt anything like this before and suddenly realising I didn't know what the 'sentence' was.

I felt Adam's reassuring hand in the small of my back, then further down, rubbing my buns, which hurt a bit but was comforting at the same time. He cleared his throat again, "am I getting through to you?" It suddenly struck me he was giving me a breather while trying not to make it too obvious to Brian. That completely choked me up and I couldn't say a word. Two sharp slaps with his hand on my bum followed, "I asked you a question."

I just sobbed, "yes, it huuurts."

"Good. Let's reinforce the message then. Hold on tight."

There followed instantly three sharp cuts in quick succession, making me rear up, "AARGH OWOWOW!!!" and if my ankles hadn't been in those loops, I would have most likely kicked holes in the air.

I felt Adam's hand again, first on my back then moving down to my very sore buns, massaging them. I was openly crying. I don't really know if it was the pain or the wonderful feeling of Adam's hand and the certain knowledge that he cared, possibly a combination of all three.

"You OK now?

"Yehehes," I sobbed, "I'm sohohorry."

"Good. Stand up, we haven't finished yet." The bench moved and my feet touched the ground again. I stood up, rubbing my sore bottom, feeling the ridges the cane had left behind. "Come over here."

I stepped out of the loops and stood in front of Adam and Brian, still rubbing my buns. Roger was standing to my left, looking worried. Adam pointedly looked at my limp little mate and I realised the foreskin had slipped forward during the caning. I quickly pulled it back, baring the head again. That stirred him up and I could feel him slowly growing and rising, which for some illogical reason absolutely mortified me, as if it had been the first time ever.

"For the remaining four I want you to bend over as usual, hands on your knees, no moving, and say when you're ready for each one." He swished the cane, I winced. FOUR more!! And I was supposed to all the shots, I always hated that.

"Now?"

"Of course now, what d'you think!" I could hear someone snicker, Brian most likely.

Adam was making a point about voluntary submission to punishment without restraints, for Brian's benefit no doubt, but I realised that only later. I bent forward in the usual position, legs apart, waiting for the final onslaught.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes, - ONE."

I heard the cane swish again and felt the sting but it was nowhere as bad as the six I got before. Either he was a little easier on my bum or it was numbed by the previous strokes. I didn't move, didn't even yell. Somehow submitting freely to the discipline gave me an inner strength that I hadn't felt while I was lying in helpless surrender on that bench.

I took a deep breath, "TWO!"

WHACK!! _s_h_i_t_, that hurt! I hissed through my teeth but kept control of my reactions. Just!

"THREE!" My voice nearly cracked with the strain of trying to remain composed.

CRACK!!

"Aarrghowowow!" My composure was cracking too.

"Deep breath, mate," I heard Adam say, reminding me he was waiting.

I breathed in and made an extra effort to sound strong and convincing, "FOUR!"

Swish - WHACK!!

"AARRGHOWOW!!" I was in tears.

I heard the cane drop to the floor and immediately felt Adam's hand on my shoulder, "It's over, mate."

He pulled me up to a standing position and I fell into his arms, howling my eyes out, "I'm sorry, Adam, I'm so sorry."

"Same here, mate," his arms almost squashed me. I wished they would. I felt such a louse.

"Well, if that's all, let's get something to eat," Brian said, and although he sounded awfully disappointed that I wasn't getting more, I was grateful for that circuit breaker.

Adam agreed, "great idea, I believe you're the chef tonight." He winked at me as they walked out of the room and I knew he had forgiven me.

Roger gave me a hug and rubbed my bum, his eyes were moist, "geez mate, that was awful."

I hugged him back, my head on his shoulder, "it's OK, mate, I deserved it. I just didn't think it'd be that bad." We were both still naked and our little mates were getting excited from making contact with each other. That made us laugh and we rubbed each others buns. I very much felt like kissing him but thought better of it. Reluctantly, I made a break and picked up the cane from where Adam had dropped it, "come on mate, we better join them before they get annoyed with us again."

"Yeah, don't want any more on top of that," Roger grinned, rubbing his own bottom, his little mate on half mast and mine was beginning to stir again too.

We'd already been told we'd be wearing our stripes and nothing else for dinner, so we marched out to the BBQ area as we were.

"I assume you'll be wanting to stand for your dinner," Brian smart-arsed.

"I don't think so," I countered, no doubt disappointing him, "not if I'm allowed to sit."

"Oh yes, you are, dear boy, I would have insisted," and he pointed at a hard wooden bench with no back. "Roger's favourite post spanking seat, isn't it, Rodge?"

"Don't know about favourite," Roger replied, "but the rest is correct."

Brian laughed, "well, it's big enough for the both of you."

I looked at Adam who had a big grin on his face, obviously relieved the worst was over. He chimed in, "yeah, do you good, mate."

It didn't hurt all that much, once I got over the discomfort of sitting down and then moved as little as possible. Brian tried to prolong the agony by asking Roger and me to go and get this and bring that, making us get up and sit down several times during the meal, but it got easier every time. Actually, sitting next to Rodge, our legs touching, was quite _s_e_x_y, too.

The conversation during dinner was largely about how Brian was going to retrieve those pics and negatives. He said he'd put the hard word on those guys and they said they'd be willing to hand them over "at a price", if Adam himself came to pick them up, the price being that they got some shots of him instead, without payment of course. I was appalled but Adam said he was more than happy to do that.

As soon as we'd finished eating, Adam said it was time to go home, and I wasn't sorry, except I had to get back into those tight shorts, which caused me some considerable discomfort. I asked I could just slip into the car without putting them back on but Adam said no. Once I'd got over the agony of actually putting them on and doing them up, I still had a very sore bum but not really much worse than without the shorts.

We arrived home and Adam insisted on an immediate inspection and treatment of my very striped buns with anti-bruising ointment. He was concerned we hadn't taken it with us and done it sooner, but that would have only given Brian another opportunity to tell Adam he was too soft on me. Not that Adam would have taken any notice, but he still wanted to keep him sweet at least till we got the pictures back

The anti-bruising treatment started very businesslike with me lying flat on our bed. It hurt just a little at the beginning, but as the rubbing continued and then turned into one of Adam's loving massages, eventually expanding from my buns over the rest of my body, first the back, then turning me over and doing the front, by the time he reached my little mate, I threw my arms around him and we kissed passionately. I undid his clothes as far as I could without interrupting the kiss, but eventually he tore himself away and finished the strip very much faster than in any of his strip shows. I'm still sad I never saw him in one of those but he used to give me a private demonstration every now and then, if I played my cards right.

He always was very gentle with me but that night he took particular care and kept asking if anything was hurting. I assured him I was fine, and we must have spent hours teasing and caressing and finally of course the wonderful union took place, blowing my mind as always. We had discovered that if Adam entered me fully from behind and then kept his rod completely still, this caused the most amazing feeling, and going to sleep like that, lying on our side spoon fashion, was ultimate bliss and the closest one could get to being permanently united. It was the only form of 'doggy style' we both enjoyed. This night became even more special because of that lingering heat generated by the caning I'd received, and the feeling I'd paid for my stupidity, and best of all, the knowledge that Adam was no longer mad with me. He even agreed I could go back to modelling, as long as I stayed away from sleaze merchants.

So, all was well with the world again. Well, almost. Next morning, my agent hadn't called and anyway Adam thought I should keep my bum out of sight for a few days, which is hard to do in shared dressing rooms. He had an early call that day and rushed out after just a brief smooch and a quick cup of coffee, because we had spent too much time reaffirming our love before we got up.

Staying home while he went to work, was never my idea of fun, but I used the opportunity to do a bit of house cleaning so we'd have more time for other things in the weekend. Adam rang half way during the morning, saying he'd be late coming home as he had arranged to see those guys after work that afternoon. I kept worrying about him losing his temper if they decided to be difficult. My imagination went wilder and wilder, seeing him carted away for assault and goodness knows what else. I'd cooked a special meal for my favourite man and was looking forward to his return and the final conclusion of this unhappy chapter.

He rang about 6 p. m., "listen, mate, this is going to take a bit longer -"

"Why? didn't Brian arrange - ?"

"Yeah he did, but there's a bit more to it, don't worry mate, I'll be as quick as I can."

"How much longer, mate?"

"Couple of hours maybe - "

"What??? Adam what're you doing there?"

"Listen, mate, you'll just have to wait a bit longer, OK? I told you they want me to do a few shots as compensation."

"I really feel awful about that - "

"It's OK, mate, that's my trade, remember! Just get dinner ready, I'm starving."

"I love you Adam," I was almost sobbing, I didn't really know why.

"Love you too, little man, just wait till I get home." It could have sounded like a threat, but I knew my Adam and it was a wonderful promise. My little mate shot right up.

"I'll be ready for you, mate . . . "

But he'd already hung up.

When he finally got home, he took me in his arms and nearly squashed me, "I love you, mate, always remember that," and then he slapped my bum and I giggled, although it still was a bit sore from the thrashing it got the day before.

"Did you get the pics?"

"Yep, and the negs."

"All of them?"

"We'll just have to trust them on that, mate. There's no way I could tell if that's all they had, but if they've kept any and I find out, they're dead meat!"

He sounded very grim and determined and I just hoped they hadn't cheated, because I didn't want to see my beloved jailed for assault and battery.

Soon after dinner, Adam said he needed to get some sleep because tomorrow was going to be a hectic day. Some new show he'd got a tiny part in, nothing gay or porn, just a straight and boring TV soapie. I always looked forward to our mad little games and his tender attentions every night, but this 'early night' thing wasn't like my Adam.

"Anything wrong, mate?" I had my hand inside his shirt.

"Nothing wrong, little man, I love you," his nipples were already erect. Kiss. Another kiss, "mhm, you _s_e_x_y little - mhmm", his hands reached for my shorts and pulled them down. I wore no shirt and he had me naked in his lap.

"I feel tired, too, mate," I whispered, "let's go to bed."

He slung me over his shoulder, as he often did, turned all the lights off as he made our way down to the bedroom where I immediately started undoing his jeans, the shirt was already off. "Hang on a minute, mate, you get yourself nice and comfy, I'll join you in a mo," and off he was to the bathroom.

Whatever happened during the day, our bed was a safe haven and I looked forward to our bedtime every day. Adam often had some crazy new idea he wanted to try out. It didn't always turn out as he intended, but it was always fun trying. He emerged from the bathroom, his magnificent pole rigidly pointed in my direction and I couldn't get to it fast enough to caress it with my lips and tongue. His foreskin was still partly covering the head and I gently pulled it back as far as it would go, which exposed and enabled me to get to the sensitive rim around the head, sending him into groans of delight.

But then I felt his hand on my head, "hey, Tim, I got a little surprise."

"What is it?" I had to let go of my favourite toy, as he handed me a small package, obviously some fancy condom.

"Open it."

"Whaffor mate? We don't need those any more - "

"Just do as you're told, this is fun," and he slapped my backside.

"Yes, Sir!" This was all very exciting. I opened it and it was a black condom with some red shining through.

"Well, come on, put it on, mate," and he waved his joy stick in my face. I started working it over the head and down the shaft, which was always hard on Adam's huge love pole. They didn't seem to make condoms big enough for him. I realised the _d_a_m_n_ thing had a red crest on it, like a black rooster. I snorted with delight and then of course had to roll it back a bit and readjust its position till it looked absolutely perfect on him. "What do you think?"

"_c_o_c_k_adoodledoo," I yodelled, and we both rolled on the bed, shaking with laughter.

We removed the thing before he made his entrance and eventually we were shaken by one of those magic explosions. We were kissing passionately, Adam was still deep inside me and my hands grasped his buns to keep him there as long as possible, when my fingers felt some unfamiliar ridges on his bottom. He tensed as he realised what I was doing.

"What's that?" I asked, already sensing the answer.

"What?" Adam playing for time.

I pinched his bum as well as I could from my awkward position, "THAT!"

"That's my gorgeous bum," he whispered.

"I know, mate," I whispered back, "but what have you done with it?"

He withdrew and fell on his back, pulling me on top of him, "nothing to get excited about."

"Come on, let me see," I tried to turn him over.

He struggled for a bit but then gave in, "OK, seems even a man's bum isn't his own around here any more."

"Very funny after you've just made yourself at home in mine. Now let me - _s_h_i_t_!! Mate, what happened??" I gasped. His beautiful cheeks were criss-crossed with numerous stripes. Adam lay there and didn't say a word while I was starting to guess the cause for this desecration of the most gorgeous buns I knew. They felt so hot as I put my face onto them, he must have been through hell to get those marks. I nearly cried. "Adam, mate, darling, tell me, please!"

He mumbled something, his face half buried in a pillow. I started gently kissing those awful welts on his beautiful bottom. Some looked quite angry, so I got the anti-bruising stuff from the bathroom. Adam was still in the same position when I returned, his face hidden in the pillow, and I realised his pride was hurt more than his bum. He didn't want me, his 'little man', to see him like this and I couldn't think of anything to say, didn't know what to do.

My heart was just about breaking. I lay close to him, my face next to where he had buried his, and I whispered, "Adam, darling, I need you to hold me, I love you, mate, please don't shut me out." And I flicked my tongue into his ear. That has always stirred him up yet.

He turned around with an almighty roar, as if he was going to devour me, and we looked into each other's eyes for a long moment, long enough for me to realise he'd been crying, before I pressed my mouth on his, hungry for his tongue to explore mine. Eventually, I persuaded him to let me massage the ointment into his bruised buns, as he had often done for me, and eventually he relented and told me what happened at the porn studio.

Jeff and Mario, the guys who got me into all this, wanted him to pose for a lot of porn pics in exchange for the prints, first on his own and then with some young guy about my age. He didn't mind that, but then they extracted an extra price for the negatives. That spanking movie or video they tried to rope me into, was still on their agenda and they tried to pressure Adam into starring in it. He might have even done it but it would have taken another day or more, and he wanted the negatives out of their hands NOW!

So he refused and threatened to take the place apart before going to the police. This was an underground and probably illegal operation, but he was bluffing and they knew it. But at the same time, Adam and what he was capable of in a rage, was well known in those circles. So, they offered him to be in some spanking stills and short video clips with the other guy, in exchange for the negatives. He said o. k., and the other guy agreed, as he was going to be paid special rates. (Adam made quite sure the guy did get his money before they left, as some operators keep people begging for weeks, specially inexperienced young guys.

The stills of Adam as the grim SM master, spanking, whipping and caning his young 'slave' went fine because they were all posed and nobody got hurt. Some were also taken with reversed roles, which Adam said were quite fun because it turned him on to be 'dominated' by a much younger and smaller guy for a change.

"Well," I teased, feeling greatly relieved that I'd got him to talk about it. "NOW he tells me I've been at the wrong end of the stick all this time!"

"I'll show you, you little brat," he growled and pulled me across his knee for a couple of slaps on my bare buns. But then he planted a kiss on them and rubbed them gently. "Sorry, little man, you must be bloody sore from yesterday."

"Just a little," I said, and it was the truth. For several more days I could still feel it when I sat down or bent over, not in agony, just being aware of a sore bum. "So, what's all this about being dominated by a younger and smaller guy? Doesn't sound like my super hero."

He explained that this guy was a pretty rough type and it just appealed to him as a fantasy. "You're too sweet and gentle, I'd never believe you. But I could believe him."

"Well, so much for my acting career!"

"Aw come on, sweetheart, you know what I mean."

"I think I do, and now will you turn over and let me finish the massage, while you tell me how you came by those bloody awful stripes, if you only posed and nobody got hurt, as you say."

Adam didn't really want to talk about it, but he grunted and turned over on his tummy again. Some of the stripes looked like they were going to turn into big bruises, and I told him he wasn't going to do any nude photography for quite a while.

"Well, what with your striped arse and mine, maybe we'll both withdraw our services for a while and go on a trip up north, mate. How does that sound?"

I nearly fell for the diversion, but for once stood my ground. "Sounds wonderful, my darling, just the two of us on a tropical island!! But we'll talk about that when you've told me what happened to this delicious bum of yours." I planted several kisses on his battered cheeks to persuade him, and he finally started to talk.

It seems, that when it came to doing the video clips, faking wasn't really on because they didn't have the facilities to make it look and sound real, so it had to be the real thing. After the first 3 or 4 strokes from Adam, the other guy refused to go on, no matter what the payment. Adam thought he was being quite gentle with him. Maybe he wasn't used to getting caned. Adam felt really sorry for him and since this whole thing was happening in our interest, to get the negatives, he offered to be the bottom for those scenes. Apparently Jeff and Mario had planned that as a next step and were delighted they didn't have to pressure Adam into it. So, after showing this rough type "how it's done", he got to work.

From what Adam said, the guy didn't hesitate and really laid into him. Adam being Adam, wouldn't have shown any great sign of distress, so the guy probably wasn't even aware how brutal he was. It must have been pretty bad because apparently Jeff intervened and told him to tone it down, as they didn't want "blood spurting all over the walls".

"_s_h_i_t_, mate, how many did you get altogether?"

"No idea. Twenty at least, probably more. But the later ones weren't all that bad."

"Adam, my love, I feel so awful. You did all that for me."

"Now, now," he turned around to face me and took me in his arms, "you know bloody well know it had to be done. I've paid the price for what I wanted, just like you paid the price for not listening to my warning."

"I'm so sorry, mate."

"Tim, that's enough! You paid the penalty and that's it. No more guilt trips. We're finished with your bum and mine."

"What?" I asked with mock-distress on my face, "no more attention to our bums??"

"Tell you what, my little man, I want you to 'dominate' me tonight. You've been treating my wounds like a good nurse, and now I would like to feel you deep inside me like a great lover."

"Oh Adam, with that sore bottom?" I wasn't prepared for that. It didn't happen all that often that I took the active part, I preferred to be 'possessed' by my man most of the time but it was also exciting to be handed the controls every now and then.

"That's why I want you in there, mate. I've often done it to you after a spanking, even last night. I want to know what it's like."

I've described our love making often enough, so I'll skip the details, except to say this was one of our very special nights.

The next morning we rang our agents and told them we were not going to be available for a few weeks till the new year. Adam told one of them we're off on our second honeymoon.

We didn't really know where we were going, just heading north to NSW and Queensland, fancy free, following our noses. Adam's family, except his mum, had disowned him and he had no contact with the rest of them. He explained to her and I explained to both my dad and mum that we wanted to get out of Melbourne before the big Christmas rush, and they understood. At least they said they did.

It became the most wonderful, but by no means entirely spankfree, holiday . . .

to be continued (Comments are welcome)