Disclaimer: despite the punny title, this story is NOT based on any comic book title, character or property. It is an original piece of fiction and any resemblance to people, places or events is unintentional.
This is a reality similar to our own; a universe of infinitive possibilities, of extraordinary powers and incredible circumstances. The SEX Men is a group of amazing agents who use their abilities against a powerful enemy. This time, the enemy has a new plan...
The SEX Men Vol. 02: The Sext Class Issue 01: 30 Days Has September
A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR
The new boy watched as Cole was bent over by three boys while a fourth stood at his head and reached over his back, grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt and pulling. Cole struggled to stop them taking his top, but failed miserably. Cole was average height and thin and the lads pawing at him were strapping seventeen year olds with testosterone you could smell from across the room.
The lad who had taken Cole's t-shirt swung it around his head and then tossed it away while laughing like a bastard. Together, the four lads grabbed Cole and carried him into the showers, each holding a limb while skinny boy struggled to escape. Three of the four lads were themselves shirtless and they were all wearing shorts. Their legs were peppered with seventeen year old hair, some more scant than others. The new boy knew all their names just like he knew Cole's name.
The leader of the troop was Seth, a particularly obnoxious boy who was charmless but charismatic. Oz was a big bastard – a real hulk of a lad who had more muscle than brains – and the only one still wearing a t-shirt. Lance and Landon were twins with cute faces and twinky bodies but they were fast and powerful too.
Seth, Oz, Lance and Landon dumped Cole on his feet in the shower and gave him a little shove so he was backed against the tiled wall. Seth wasn't just the leader of the idiots who were now cornering Cole, he was the captain of the school football team; the team was comprised of a total of eleven loathsome S6 teenagers, whose coach wasn't much better. They had been bullying Cole for two years now and Coach Eric, the schools PE teacher, not only ignored it, he sometimes egged them on.
The new boy was watching, but didn't intervene. No-one intervened. No-one ever intervened. Grey Manor High School was like a habitat were the weak were exposed, the powerful carried undeserved influence and everyone in between did what was necessary to avoid being the former. Cole was the former – he was weak and exposed.
"Take off your shorts, Cole," Seth sneered.
"No, Seth. C'mon, don't start this again," Cole complained.
It was the second week of the new term and everyone in the changing room was in S6 – the last year of high school. Cole had been the victim of bullying since S4. He had hoped these morons, who's braincells were fighting for dominance, would leave him alone this year.
"Strip," said Oz.
Cole really didn't want all this to start again this year. He searched his peers for help knowing they were too scared to help him but they had the good grace to feel ashamed. Only one boy met his eye – what was his name? The new kid had only started this week but it was probably too much to hope he was a knight in shining armour.
"Strip... Strip... Strip... Strip..." said Lance.
"...Strip... Strip... Strip... Strip..." said Landon.
Cole hung his head as he pushed his shorts down to his feet and a whoop went up from the among crowd watching. Not everyone in the crowd cheered (most were embarrassed for Cole and sorry they weren't helping). It was the rest of the football team, plus Lance and Landon's unpleasant cousin Ivan, who sarcastically applauded Cole's exposure. The only thing twelve football fuckers had going for them was that they were all hot.
Seth took great delight in laughing his ass off at Cole's underpants. They were briefs because Cole liked how they felt, but he should have anticipated the reaction of his bullies. He should have worn boxers.
"Fuck sake, Cole. What are you, twelve?" Seth derided. "Kick your shorts over here. And your trainers and socks."
Cole was mortified as he obeyed the instruction. He used to resist and fight back and sometimes, instinctively, he still did. Like when they had carried him into the showers and he had struggled to get away – because he knew something awful would be coming.
The new boy watched as Cole stood exposed in small black briefs. Cole was a skinny seventeen year old, about 1.75m (5 foot 9 inches) tall, he had brown skin and not much hair anywhere, but not entirely smooth either. The hair on his head was jet black, shaved at the sides and short on top. In his little briefs, Cole didn't have much to show. His flaccid penis was usually a distinctly average three inches but it looked smaller inside the briefs and had likely shrunk with fear.
The boorish lads continued to laugh at Cole even though they had all seen him naked plenty of times. Cole had the misfortune of being bullied for lots of reasons; he was mixed race, didn't wear the trendiest clothes or shoes, he was clever and took school seriously, and he was gay.
Seth reached into his shorts and pulled out his mobile phone.
"Make him take the panties off!" Ivan suggested.
Landon and Lance gave their cousin a thumbs up. The new boy watched this and thought how pathetic it was that an entire football team were ganging up on one boy; he didn't want the team to take nude pictures of poor Cole.
"Nah, let's go easy on him. Take a little picture of him in his little undies," Seth sneered.
He took his stupid picture while Cole covered his crotch and blushed with humiliation.
"Right, let's go," Oz said. "A guy's gotta eat, you know."
Seth, Oz and Lance turned to leave the shower area but Landon rushed forwards and Cole thought he was about to be hit, but Landon reached around him and slammed the shower button. The water turned on and released cold water on Cole, soaking the boy and his briefs. Seth and Oz laughed, joined by the rest of the team, while Lance gave his brother a high five.
Once the lads had left the showers and the audience dissipated, Cole turned the water off. Cole leaned his head against the wall and tried not to cry. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. When he turned around someone was still watching him.
The new boy.
The new boy was still dressed for PE – shorts and t-shirt. He had a cute round face, sweet brown eyes and medium length, dark brown, curly hair. His ears stuck out, his lips looked perpetually amused and he was slim but not skinny. His legs were long and thin with wispy hairs and he wasn't wearing socks with his trainers.
The new boy walked towards Cole and every fibre of Cole's being told him to be cautious.
"Hi," the boy said.
"Hey," Cole replied.
"They seem nice," the boy said dryly.
Cole wasn't sure if it was sarcasm or not. Or if it sounded like sarcasm, but wasn't meant to be. Was the new boy trying to get Cole to say something about the team who would then recriminate?
"They're fine," Cole replied.
"Oh, sorry. I meant they're all dicks, not nice," the new boy joked.
He had a nice smile, Cole thought. Kind eyes too.
"You shouldn't say things like," Cole warned him. "Otherwise you'll end up like me."
"That doesn't seem so bad," the new boy flirted.
"Oh it's great if you like getting beaten up. Or have pictures taken of you that they'll put on the S6 group chat..." Cole replied.
"They probably won't," the new boy insisted.
"Or they'll make you do things..." Cole's voice trembled.
The new boy looked at him seriously and his smile was gone for the first time. The truth was, he knew quite nicely what had been happening to Cole. That was the whole point of him being there. To help the poor boy. To be his knight in shining armour.
The new boy knew Cole had been the victim of bulling that was verbal, physical, psychological and sexual. The main perpetrators of this abuse was the S6 football team, cousin Ivan and the dickhead coach. Thirteen nasty bullies in need of an attitude adjustment and a taste of their own medicine: Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oz, OB, Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon, (cousin) Ivan, (coach) Eric and Seth. School bullies.
"I'll help you," the new boy said.
"Help me?" Cole replied with a dismissive laugh. "No-one can help me. If you try, they'll get you too."
The new boy laughed humourlessly.
"Oh, they won't get me. They're going to regret the day they ever met me," he replied.
Cole didn't know why, but he believed him.
"My name's Timmy, by the way."
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The SEX Men *
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The Sext Class *
PLANS AND PLANNING
Meeting Cole had been a plan that was months in the making.
Jethro Renton-Mass, Timmy's boss for lack of a better phrase, had a list of people in Albion who have abilities. The trouble was when you're ambitions involve manipulation, destruction and domination it can be hard to recruit people.
Maybe not people like Timmy – he had few if any scruples, but most people wouldn't readily help a man with a nefarious scheme. Jethro needed more people with abilities. His enemies, the SEX Men, had grown their team from two to eight in less than a year.
Timmy had suggested using his mind control to simply compel compliance, but long-term this was unworkable. Timmy can mind control people to do evil things but can't mind control someone to be evil. He can't use mind control to change someone's nature. However, there was another way. What if he could persuade someone to join them? What if Timmy could persuade someone good to abandon goodness using his charm and wit?
"You don't have charm or wit, Timmy," Jethro said coldly. "You have many talents but they are not amongst them."
"Cole Cairns," Timmy replied – ignoring the slight on his character. "I can get him to join us."
Jethro wrinkled his nose. Cole Cairns would not have been at the top of his list of converts. His abilities, while interesting, were largely unexplored and Jethro doubted the boy was even consciously aware of them yet.
"How?" Jethro asked.
"Using charm and wit," Timmy replied facetiously.
Jethro scoffed before sitting back in his chair to think. Jethro had his own recruitment ideas but giving Timmy a project wasn't a bad idea. It would teach him planning and responsibility; these were abilities Timmy sorely needed. Moreover, taking some time before making their next move would ensure their next move was not hasty or retaliatory.
"What do you need?" Jethro Renton-Mass had asked him.
"Mostly? Time," Timmy admitted.
"Time..." Jethro sighed.
In June, on the longest day, Jethro Renton-Mass had suffered a major setback. The SEX Men had planned a mission to rescue one of their own who was in Jethro's custody. Jethro had used it as an opportunity to try to get revenge on Angelo, one of their leaders, and to wipe them out.
He failed.
Jethro had not only failed, but exposed De Burs Airforce Base, a supposedly retired outpost, as operational. De Burs had not been clandestine per se – just overlooked. Now the gaze of the Albion government was on him. Jethro was a political advisor to the Prime Minister – he was unelected and enjoyed substantial latitude when it came to accountability. But, not unlimited latitude.
There was something about launching missiles and destroying a private aircraft that had caught the attention of the elected officials who thought they ran the country.
Security services were also a problem: MI5, the Glasstower, Denego Potentia (the SEX Men), ORB and RUGBY. They were all useful when under his thumb, but at the moment they were getting on his nerves instead.
"I need time to get through to him and persuade him to join me... us..." Timmy corrected himself. "And I'll need time to help him explore his powers."
"How much time?" Jethro replied.
"Six to nine months?" Timmy replied.
Jethro shook his head in disappointment and Timmy flushed defensively. He wasn't used to having to defend or justify himself even to Jethro.
"You're the one who told me we can't recruit using force," Timmy said as he tapped his temple to indicate his cognitive powers. "Cole Cairns is a good person, but vulnerable. I can change his nature."
Half to three quarters of a year seemed like a long time, but Jethro was 523 years old and some of his plots and plans were a century in the making. Nine months was a short term project. Besides, occupying Timmy's attention for nine months would give Jethro the time he needed to achieve his own short term goals.
With so much attention on De Burs, it was time to get out. He had stalled and delayed inspections and investigations, but there were those who would not let it go. Lord Trevelyan, for example. Jethro needed to abandon De Burs, he needed to recruit his own preferred candidate and he needed to do something about Michael Tempest.
Michael was his son.
It was only grudgingly that Jethro agreed to call the boy Michael instead of Raphael. He was a boy that Jethro had known nothing about until recently when he also discovered that the boy had been raised by his enemies. However, Michael had died. His ability to heal had resurrected him and then Michael had been hidden – from Jethro and the adoptive parents who had raised him.
Matt Tempest and Cyrus Hyatt were going to be furious when they found out their friend Angelo had orchestrated their son's abduction from their lives. It made Jethro very happy to think how much the truth was going to hurt them.
"What do you need Timmy?" Jethro asked eventually.
"I need a school uniform and enrolled in Grey Manor High School," Timmy replied.
"You're going to go to school with Cole? Is that you're great plan?" Jethro asked scornfully.
"I'm going to become his best and only friend," Timmy responded levelly. "Plus, I'm going to do what I do best. I'm going to fuck up the lives of gorgeous guys."
Jethro crossed his arms and shrugged, "Ok. Have fun."
IT'S TIMMY TO GET THEM BACK
The school term had started on Monday 02ND September 2024, but Timmy wanted his arrival to be both noted and unobtrusive. He waited until the second week of term before sauntering into Grey Manor High School. Timmy avoided undue attention or animosity and had enjoyed a substantially inconspicuous few days. It was on Thursday that Timmy watched the big, strong, butch, influential football team antagonise and bully Cole in the school showers.
For his mission, Timmy had moved from the city of Clyde Daer to near the Scottish borders. It was nearly forty miles from Glasgow to Clyde Daer and another forty to the borders. They were practically Sassenach's around these parts. No wonder they were such cunts.
After the shower incident, Timmy had made first contact. He introduced himself to Cole and presented himself not only as a friend and ally, but as an antagonist to the bullies who made Cole's life hell. Cole was not only sceptical but fearful of Timmy's confidence; he was scared Timmy would make things worse for him and bring things on himself.
If Timmy's first few days had been discreet, making friends with Cole had made him very conspicuous. By lunchtime the following day, it merited comment.
"Hey man," said Sean who friendlily slapped Timmy on the back. "Me and the rest of the team think it's so generous."
It was nearly lunchtime when one of the bullying team approached Timmy and Cole. Sean had green eyes and strawberry blonde hair; he had freckles and a smile that made him look sweet. Sean was objectively one of the more talented boys on the team and boasted about being scouted by Grey Manor Football Club. It was a Leage Two team (having been relegated four years ago, but were close to promotion back to League One).
"Generous?" Timmy replied mildly.
Timmy and Cole were in one of the school's common areas. Cole knew from experience it was harder to bully someone when there were witnesses so he did his best to stick to the highly populated areas when he could. There were times when this strategy simply resulted in more witnesses to his humiliation or antagonism.
Sean's approach had taken longer than Cole anticipated.
Sean's approach had come sooner than Timmy expected.
Today was the first full school day that he had spent in Cole's company, but Cole had no friends so any friend was going to catch people's attention.
"Yea," Sean responded enthusiastically. "Y'know, charity case here. But you know not all charities are good, right? I mean, you would raise money for asylum seekers or the homeless, would you? You shouldn't hang out with this loser either."
Sean smiled spitefully at Cole.
"Right," Timmy said flatly.
Sean's eyes narrowed and the painted smile slipped.
"Seriously though, you shouldn't hang out with him, Timmy," Sean said with an edge of warning. "If me and the lads need to warn you again, we're gonna spread a rumour that you left your last school because you pissed yourself on sports day."
He patted Timmy on the back again but this time it wasn't so friendly.
Timmy watched Sean stroll off, beaming happily.
Timmy was not happy. He was very not happy.
Timmy watched Sean high five his stupid mates and then head for the exit before looking at Cole.
"I'd understand it you took his warning," Cole mumbled with his eyes downcast as he spoke.
"Where's he going do you think?" Timmy asked – ignoring Cole's comment.
"Outside. He usually does drills and whatever else it is people do when they're training for a football team," Cole said disinterestedly. "He's been told The Greys might come to the school to meet him."
"Hmm," Timmy replied. "I need to show you something. Come on."
Timmy walked off without waiting so Cole had to catch up. Timmy pushed into the closest empty classroom and closed the door behind Cole.
"If you want to tell me you're not going to be my friend after all..." Cole started to say in a shaky voice.
Cole liked Timmy. It had been nice having a friend. He was going to miss it.
"Stand on one foot," Timmy interrupted.
"I'd totally understand and..." Cole continued as he stood on one foot.
Cole looked confused as to why he was standing on one foot.
"Give me the middle finger," Timmy demanded.
Cole did and then apologised for it.
"Foot down. Turn around," Timmy commanded.
Cole did those things too.
"Bend down and touch your toes," Timmy instructed.
Cole bent over and Timmy admired Cole's incredibly skinny ass.
"What the hell is going on?" Cole asked.
"Stand up and face me," Timmy ordered. "Stick out your tongue."
Cole couldn't understand why he was doing everything Timmy said.
"How are you doing this?" Cole asked.
"I can control minds," Timmy replied casually.
"Don't be ridiculous," Cole responded instinctively.
"You want me to make you do more stuff?" Timmy asked.
Usually Timmy would make a guy kiss him or get naked, but these things were too close to what the bullies had done to Cole. It was important Cole trusted Timmy to be an ally who would never hurt him.
"How... How can you control minds? That's impossible," Cole asserted.
"My voice creates coercive instructions that are processed by neurons via the cochlear ganglion... apparently..." Timmy explained.
The technicalities of his own or anyone else's powers weren't of much interest to Timmy. He was more interested in what a guy could do and what they were willing to do with their ability.
"So, I have to do anything you say?" Cole asked.
"Not anything. It takes effort on my part to kinda... push the idea into your head," Timmy explained. "I don't have to speak though. I can also make people do things by directing my thoughts."
With this assertion Cole found himself spinning around in a circle until he started to feel dizzy.
"That is so cool," Cole admitted. "Why are you telling me?"
"Because that jerk Sean is going outside to run about and I want to get him back for being a giant ass hat," Timmy responded reasonably.
"No. You shouldn't get revenge on people," Cole said because he was a good person.
Or, as Timmy thought, because Cole was a bit of a fucking pussy who needed to grow a pair.
"Cole. He's been bullying you for three years," Timmy replied. "Where has niceness got you? Where has forgiveness and being the bigger man got you?"
Cole was embarrassed to have his kindness characterised as a weakness – especially because it was objectively true.
"I dunno," Cole lied.
But Cole did know. Being the bigger man had only allowed literally bigger men to pick on him.
"Well I know I'm not letting Sean treat me like crap," Timmy asserted. "And I know I want you to come with me when I take him down a peg."
Cole was tempted and Timmy didn't even need to nudge him towards it. Timmy assumed there would be times when he'd need to manipulate Cole using mind control, but it was a positive sign that Cole was already tempted just by appealing to his sense of retaliatory injustice.
"Come on. I have the perfect idea," Timmy said. "It's Timmy to get him back."
Cole chuckled at the word play and followed Timmy out of the classroom. If he was honest, Cole was jealous that Timmy had an ability that could be used to redress a power imbalance. Cole wished he was more like Timmy, but his own special talent probably wasn't a superpower.
Cole wondered what Timmy had planned; it was time to get Sean back.
DRIBBLING
"So how does it work, you tell someone to do a thing and they just do it?" Cole asked.
"Pretty much," Timmy admitted.
"Like, if you told someone to jump off a building, they'd obey you?" Cole asked concernedly.
Timmy stopped and looked horrified. It was an act. Timmy had in fact ordered men to die in this way; he thought it was an especially vicious way to go given his deep seated terror of heights and falling. However, for now he just wanted Cole to think that such an order would never even cross his mind.
"I don't know!" Timmy replied as if scandalised. "But what kind of person would do that?"
"Oh, I didn't mean you would," Cole hastened to say.
Timmy continued to look disturbed by the very suggestion of such a maleficent instruction.
"I mostly use it to get free cake and coffee..." Timmy replied casually. "Or to get back at bullies for picking on kids who can't defend themselves."
Timmy offered a wry smile.
"You don't need to do that for me," Cole said, but he sounded uncertain – tempted even.
"I'm choosing to do it, Cole. You can't stop me and I just ask that do don't ask me to," Timmy explained gently. "Watch him get a taste of his own medicine. I promise I won't do anything too extreme."
Timmy begrudged having to restrain himself, but planning the revenge of Cole's bullies had been a lot of fun. Plotting things that wouldn't freak Cole out or make his new friend think he was as bad as the bullies had taken imagination. Timmy had thought outside the box and planned a phased approach to target each bully to make anticipation part of the retribution. A campaign was more effective than a single barrage.
Timmy and Cole were outside now.
It was a drizzly Monday in late September and most students were inside the school or off the campus for lunch. Thus, by the time Timmy and Cole reached the football pitches, there was no-one around. Not even Sean's friends were with him today. Timmy continued confidently towards the bully, but Cole found his poise faltering the closer he got.
"What do you want?" Sean asked Timmy and entirely ignoring Cole.
Sean had changed out of his school uniform and into a school football kit. The t-shirt was pale blue, the shorts were black and the socks were blue and white.
"I was thinking about what you said earlier. About not hanging out with Cole?" Timmy said.
"Yea?" Sean responded hotly.
Sean was annoyed for a few reasons, but mostly because he thought any conversation about Cole was totally pointless because Cole is totally pointless. Also, Sean didn't like breaking his routine. He'd stopped training to have this meaningless conversation.
"No," Timmy replied.
"No?" Sean repeated quizzically. "No what?"
"I'm not going to avoid him and I want you to leave him alone," Timmy responded.
Sean forced a mirthless laugh.
"You and your friends like making fun of Cole. You push him around and steal his stuff. You make him get naked... didn't you make him suck you did once?" Timmy said.
Cole looked at Timmy with a shocked expression and so did Sean.
"How did you know about that?" Cole asked.
Sean had been about to have a go at Cole, assuming he had told Timmy this but realised Cole hadn't shared those details so... how had he known?
The truth was Timmy's research had involved an interview with Cole about his experiences. His abuse by the bullies had been physical, psychological, emotional and sexual. After learning everything he needed, Timmy had ordered Cole to forget. Memory manipulation was very much not Timmy's ability, but simply erasing half an hour had been manageable.
"You're team is pretty homophobic for a bunch of guys who have made Cole do a lot of sexual favours for them," Timmy remarked blandly yet pointedly.
"That's ridiculous," Sean protested. "Go away. I'm busy."
"Pull your shorts down," Timmy ordered.
Sean pulled them down all the way to his ankles.
"...the fuck?" Sean said.
Sean didn't know why he'd done that. Now he was standing in the middle of the school football pitch with his shorts down and his tight hipster underwear on show to two gay boys.
"Not nice is it? Not being in control," Timmy said. "Being humiliated."
Timmy looked at Cole who was trying not to look at the bully, but fascination with the unfolding events and the hot dude with undies exposed stopped Cole from averting his gaze.
"Pull your boxers down too," Timmy said.
Without the ability to resist, indeed without resistance even entering his head as a thought, Sean pulled his hipster boxers down to his ankles too. His penis was now exposed; above it was a messy bush of pubes that crept around to his balls which were furry too. Sean's inner thighs were dusted with hair but the rest of his thighs were even more sparse. Sean's penis was soft and about three inches long.
Timmy had to admit, it looked nice. Exactly the kind of dick he'd like to put in his mouth until it got hard and then blow the stiffy too.
Timmy resisted this.
"This is... how did you do that?" Sean asked. "Did you spike my water? Because if you've drugged me, I need to know in case the GMFC scouts test me."
"It's not drugs, Sean," Timmy assured him. "You just have to do what I say."
"I don't believe you," Sean said despite his bare butt still mooing the empty football pitch and his willy still flashing Timmy and Cole.
Timmy's only regret was there wasn't more people around to see Sean being taken down a peg. There would be plenty of time for more public humiliations and Sean was by far one of the tamer bullies in the squad of shitheads.
"Pull them back up," Timmy demanded.
Much to his relief, Sean pulled his shorts and underwear back up and sneered at Timmy and Cole. Cole, so far, had said very little. He was still trying to process Timmy's ability and there was a niggling part of him that was enjoying Sean's predicament.
"You told me if I didn't stop being friends with Cole you'd spread a rumour about me," Timmy reminded Sean.
"What?" Sean replied – the threat had been twenty minutes ago and he'd already nearly forgotten about it.
"Piss yourself," Timmy said.
A second later Sean's bladder started to empty. Sean felt hot urine fill his hipsters and then spilling past the leg holes. The front of the underwear became saturated and then overflowed. Sean looked down, unable to understand why this was happening just because Timmy had told him to. The pale, yellow-tinted, piss dribbled down Sean's legs and soaked into his socks. When the urine stopped flowing, Sean was left standing in shorts, underwear and socks that were saturated with urine.
"Oh... Oh my god!" Sean complained.
"That's disgusting, Sean," Timmy said and he was looking over his shoulder.
Sean turned to see two professionals in tracksuits accompanied by Eric Darling, the football coach, parttime PE teacher and chief apologist for a team of bullies.
Timmy pushed out the thought: don't mind us. Thus, Timmy and Cole were ignored as if they weren't even there.
"Sean, these men are here to see you from..." Eric started to say and then saw the wet shorts and socks.
They looked disgusted and Sean was already sputtering incomprehensibly when Timmy decided to make his exit. He threw one last thought into the mix; not speaking it aloud but pushing it towards Sean's mind so he'd never even know it wasn't his idea...
Don't shower!
"I think he had a little accident," Timmy said breezily to Cole.
Cole watched Sean for a second longer before turning to follow Timmy with a mixture of disbelieve and trepidation.
GOLDEN SHOWER
"What's wrong?" Timmy asked peevishly.
Timmy thought Cole would be grateful or even elated by seeing Sean getting his comeuppance.
"Becoming a footballer is Sean's dream," Cole said. "What if we've just ruined that for him?"
Timmy resisted rolling his eyes. This boy was going to be a lot of work.
"I'm sure that won't happen," Timmy said.
He wasn't.
"If Sean's good enough, they'll forget about his little accident," Timmy added.
He was a little surer about this. The average revenue of a League Two club was £5 million a year; they'd overlook a boy wetting himself if he was good enough. If he was good enough!
"I guess," Cole conceded. "It was..."
Timmy looked at him and saw a smile creep onto his face. Cole had enjoyed it.
"Funny? Did you see his dick? I know he's a dick but I'd suck his dick, wouldn't you?" Timmy asked.
"Consensually, yea," Cole agreed.
"Of course," Timmy concurred. "Of course."
Timmy segued onto a different topic, pulling Cole's attention away from the reprisal. He didn't want Cole thinking about it too deeply about it and realising revenge was morally grey... or wrong? Is revenge wrong? Timmy had a moral compass that didn't so much point north as tell you to go fuck yourself and also film it.
When lunch ended and the bell rang, Timmy and Cole made their way to the first class of the afternoon. Outside the classroom was Seth and OB who made a joke about them cock sucking which got a laugh.
"This guy thinks about sucking cock more than I do," Timmy retorted which got a bigger laugh.
Seth defensively said that the only thoughts he gave to it was a girl with big tits doing it to him, but it didn't land and no-one was listening to the long winded equivalent of "I know you are but what am I?"
The teacher opened the door for the class to file in and missed the verbal sparring.
Mr Stewart had started speaking when Sean came in.
"You're late," Mr Stewart said.
"Sorry sir," he replied excitedly. "I was being scouted by GMFC. They liked what they saw."
Sean directed this excited comment to Timmy and Cole. Timmy bit back a joke about men being into teenagers covered in piss.
"Fuck, they must not have been able to smell you then," OB ribbed his friend as Sean sat down.
"Yea, you smell like a toilet," Seth chided.
"I didn't have time for a shower," Sean defended himself.
"Did you have time to unzip before you pissed because..." Seth started to reply.
The class were howling with laughter at the roasting Sean was getting from his friends which was simultaneously good humoured and acerbic.
"That's enough!" Mr Stewart raised his voice to be heard, but didn't shout.
The teacher noticed Sean was dirty. Sean was a dirty, dirty boy!
Where had that thought come from?
"Sean, why don't you go shower now and then come back to my class," Mr Stewart suggested. "You're causing disruption."
Suggesting the teenager shower wasn't the teacher's idea, but he didn't know that. Timmy had made him say it. The class chatted and talked as Sean left with a fug of stink around him and dirty mud marks on his face.
"You're all just jealous because I'm going to be a pro footballer with a fuck ton of money..." Sean said as a parting remark.
"Stop swearing and go, Sean," the teacher said irritably.
Timmy and even Cole had watched the mockery with some amusement and the class resumed with no further disruption until Sean returned. When he did return, there were giggles and suppressed laughter as well as gasps of astonishment.
The door opened and the whole class heard Sean coming because he squelched into the room. Sean had showered with all his clothes on. Sean was soaking wet! His hair was dripping, his white school shirt was almost transparent so everyone could see his nipples and his black trousers clung to his legs. Even his shoes were saturated as he walked back into the room and made to take his seat.
The laughter, when it came, was explosive.
"What the fuck, dude?" OB laughed at his friend.
"That is brilliant," Seth said – thinking it was a great prank. "This is golden!"
"Sean, this is not good enough," Mr Stewart objected. "Go and take that wet uniform off."
The man hadn't meant to say it like that, but Timmy had meant him to say it like that. It had only taken a small mental push; everyone Timmy encountered at Grey Manor seemed easily manipulated. For example...
In response to the teacher's instruction Timmy prompted Sean to obey. Sean pulled off his tie with splashes of water going everywhere. Then he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled the sopping wet, sticky shirt over his head. The topless teenager got hoots of approval while Sean himself seemed bewildered as to why he was stripping.
Sean seemed to realise what was about to happen. He hadn't been able to explain what happened on the football pitch nor willing to accept Timmy had somehow made him do it. But, now he believed. He looked at Timmy fearfully.
"Please don't..." Sean said as he unfastened and unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles.
The boy was now shirtless with pubes poking from his boxers which were so wet they clung to a decent sized flaccid prick. In a moment, Sean would be totally exposed to the class. He knew that Timmy would make him do it too. He didn't understand how, but Sean knew Timmy was compelling him to strip. Sean and his friends had done enough humiliating things to other boys to know that his embarrassment would be enduring.
"Sean! Stop it!" Mr Stewart demanded and this time he did raise his voice.
Timmy let go of Sean's mind and the boy reacted like lightning, pulling his trousers back up.
"Sorry. So sorry sir," Sean stumbled. "I was just... just kidding around."
"Get! Out!" the teacher responded. "Go back to the changing room and get changed!"
"We'll go with him," Seth offered himself and OB as an entourage.
"Yea, we'll go watch Sean getting undressed," OB added.
The class giggled again and OB shook his head as if trying to shake off why he'd said that.
"Fine," the teacher waved his hand as contemplated sucking the nipples of the shirtless teenage boy before pulling his boxers down and mashing his face into the damp groin; sniffing the schoolboy prick before putting it in his mouth while the class watched him and filmed it; filmed him pushing a finger into that virgin hole while sucking the student's cock until the boy came down his throat, or all over his face.
What? Why would the think that? That was a disgusting thought.
Timmy liked disgusting thoughts. He liked making good people have illicit and contemptable desires.
As the three boys left, Timmy saw Seth giving him growlers. Seth had seen Sean pleading with Timmy; he didn't know what Timmy had to do with this but he was going to find out.
BEST SERVED COLED
"That was wild," Cole said as the class broke up.
"Fun, right?" Timmy said. "Harmless too, Sean will get over showing off his body which I bet he likes to do anyway."
Timmy was trying to mitigate Cole's moral concerns and his new friend seemed mollified by the rationale. Timmy and Cole had no more lessons that afternoon so they loitered in the hall as everyone else went to class and the doors closed to leave the hallway empty.
"Timmy... are you gay?" Cole asked. "You don't have to answer."
"Of course I'm gay," Timmy replied.
"I... I am too..." Cole confessed and it was so earnest that even Timmy's heart softened. "I've never really admitted that before. I've been bullied for it and everyone thinks I'm gay... but I've never actually told anyone before."
"Well, I'm glad you told me," Timmy said with a conciliatory shoulder squeeze.
Timmy wanted to take any intimacy with Cole very slowly. Timmy suspected Cole could be scared off as easily by sex as by revenge on the bullies.
"You think you're fucking clever?"
This question was accompanied by a shove in the back so Timmy stumbled forward. By the time he turned around, OB had thrown Cole against the lockers that lined the corridor and then punched him in the stomach. Cole coughed and gasped for air as OB straightened him up for another hit.
"No!" Tommy ordered the lean bully with blonde buzzcut hair.
OB did stop but Timmy was distracted by him so didn't have time to stop Seth, who had shoved Timmy in the first place, from viciously grabbing him by the front of his shirt.
"You fucking cocksucking faggot," Seth spat.
"You should let me go," Timmy growled.
Seth obeyed, though he didn't know why, but pulled back his fist to punch Timmy in the face.
"Slap yourself in the face. Really hard," Timmy commanded.
Seth didn't hold back as he slapped his own face harder than it should have been possible.
"Fuck!" Seth howled.
Seth was nearly bent over as he cradled his face, but he looked Timmy in the eye as he straightened up.
"Sean told us what you did to him," Seth said.
Sean was behind Seth, with OB and Cole on Timmy's right. Sean was now dressed in a PE kit and Timmy was amused to see his saturated school uniform was being held in a plastic bag. He must have rung it out but it still dripped a little from the bottom of the plastic bag. Sean had already learned his lesson and looked very nervous about the confrontation. Sean was fearful of its consequences.
"You think that was funny?" Seth started getting worked up.
"Which part, pissing himself on the football pitch or showering with his uniform on?" Timmy replied.
"You actually pissed yourself?" Seth asked with a disgusted expression.
Sean had given his friends an edited version of events, but he had explained Timmy's hand in it. Timmy had somehow made him do things. His friends were sceptical but they didn't need an excuse to mess with Cole and his new friend.
"Or maybe the part where I made him strip in class?" Timmy added as he hadn't even bothered listening to his new enemy. "I could have made him show you his prick, if you're into that kind of thing."
Timmy smirked at the homophobic bully and his insult at the implication.
"How did you make Sean do that stuff?" OB asked. He was standing so close to Cole, that he was hemmed in and unable to escape. "Drugs? Hypnosis?"
"Hypnosis?" Timmy laughed at the idiot. "No, you dolt."
"We'll see if you still think it's funny when we're done with you," OB said and he took menacing strides towards Timmy.
"This is a mistake," Sean warned them.
Timmy put out his hand in a stop sign towards OB who halted halfway towards him. Cole was leaning against the lockers and watching everything going on while trying to get his breath back.
"You guys are gonna wish you ever met me," Timmy warned them.
"We already do, you prick," Seth snarled. "Why don't you go wank off your boyfriend and he can wipe your cum from his lips."
"That's a lot of homophobia for one sentence," Timmy remarked. "Tell you what, I was going to come for each of you one at a time but since you're here... how about a long term project?"
"Will one of you slap this guy?" Seth tried to delegate to OB and Sean.
OB still couldn't move and Sean still wouldn't move. Cole had straightened up, but the gut punch still made him want to throw up, and was watching the exchange with intrigue.
"Apologise to Cole and I'll ruin your lives," Timmy threatened.
"You mean or, right?" Sean asked fearfully. "Apologise, or you'll ruin our lives?"
"Apologise," Timmy responded with a smirk.
"Go suck a dick!" Seth spat.
"Jerk off," Timmy replied with a smug smile into Seth's stupid face. "Every day, I want you to jerk off..."
"He does that anyway," OB joked.
"Edge but do not cum. You literally can't cum, Seth. No matter how hard you try," Timmy commanded.
Timmy's voice was compelling. Even Cole was mesmerised by the ingenuity of Timmy's punishment.
"No matter how much you want to, not matter how close you are, you won't be able to cum," Timmy instructed. "But you'll try, Seth. And it'll drive you fucking mad."
Seth clenched his teeth and walked slowly towards Timmy until they were face to face. Seth didn't know what to make of Timmy. Had he really made Sean wet himself, shower with his clothes on and then strip in class? Had he made OB stop punching Cole and stop advancing? Could Timmy really control them?
Bullshit!
"You think you can pull some mumbo jumbo bullshit on me? I'm going to cut you a break by not breaking your legs," Seth threatened. "How's that for a fucking deal, Timmy?"
Timmy chuckled and his smile clearly antagonised the leader of the gang of thugs who had made Cole's life hell. Timmy was really going to enjoy this! Timmy had been a bully himself but this was going to be spectacular. Seth was a second away from trying to attack Timmy again because he wasn't used to being ignored or challenged; he was used to people being scared of him.
Seth hated this new kid. Timmy hadn't been intimidated by them. Timmy had stood by Cole and frustrated Seth and his friends in their favourite hobby of antagonising Cole. What the fuck was Timmy's problem?
"How about I make a counter offer?" Timmy suggested. "You will edge yourself every day between now and... May next year. You will not cum. And then you're going to do something for me or you will never, ever be able to cum again."
Cole supressed a laugh at Seth's expense. The punishment was ingenious but harmless. Cole was grateful he had Timmy as a friend but would hate to be his enemy. Meanwhile, Seth looked nervous for the first time and took a few slow steps backwards. Eight months of edging with no orgasm? Timmy couldn't really do that to him, could he?
"What are you going to make me do?" Seth asked as if it were hypothetical.
He was trying to play it cool but Timmy could hear the nervousness and doubt in Seth's voice.
"I'm not going to make you do anything," Timmy said innocently but with a wicked grin. "You will choose to do this thing or accept your fate as a fucking eunuch."
"Dude, you are fucked up," OB commented.
"I'm still thinking of something for you so shh," Timmy admonished.
OB stayed quiet and hoped Timmy would just forget him.
"Even if I believed you, which I don't..." Seth said apprehensively. "What thing will I have to do?"
Timmy stepped closer and leaned in to whisper in Seth's ear because it wouldn't do to ruin the surprise. When Timmy was done talking, Seth looked sick.
"I can't do that!" Seth said.
"We'll see," Timmy laughed excitedly.
"Fuck this!" Seth said as he stormed off, bumping Timmy's shoulder as he left. "Fuck this and fuck you!"
Cole pressed himself against the lockers – instinctively trying to make himself smaller even though he had largely been ignored as all the attention was on Timmy.
"Wait up," OB called out.
OB found himself able to move and hurried to follow Seth before Timmy could curse him too.
"Oh, OB?" Timmy said as if just remembering he was there. "That uniform you're wearing?"
Shit! Timmy was going to make him strip, wasn't he?
Quite the opposite!
"Don't change it and don't wash it," Timmy said. "Wear it for the rest of the school week. And next week. In fact... that's the only school uniform you should wear from now until the Christmas holidays."
"I can't do that, I'll fucking stink!" OB objected.
"Maybe you can change your nickname to BO then," Timmy responded unsympathetically. "You can go now."
This time Cole did chuckle. It was another relatively harmless instruction unlike all the things they had done to him. Cole watched OB leave with less sympathy than he would usually have reserved for someone in despair. Cole had seen Timmy's powers in action and had no reason to doubt them, but it still seemed incredible that Timmy could command Seth not to cum for eight months or command OB not to change his school uniform for three months.
The only person left was Sean who tried to sneak off unnoticed.
"How did the scouting for boys really go?" Timmy asked him.
Timmy was only vaguely interested.
"They were impressed but..." Sean hesitated. "I think they thought I was uncivilized."
"Just because you had wet shorts on?" Timmy mocked him.
"Yea," Sean mumbled. "Look, Cole... I'm sorry..."
Cole looked shocked that anyone would apologise to him.
"Oh, that's..." Cole started to say.
"You don't have to accept his apology," Timmy warned him. "The things Sean and the rest have done to you? I wanted them to apologise, but you're not obliged to accept it."
Cole looked bewildered as to why he would refuse the apology.
"Did he apologise because he knows it's wrong? Or because he thinks it'll buy him clemency? Or because he's had a taste of what it's like to be scared and powerless?" Timmy asked Cole, speaking as if Sean wasn't even there. "Would he still be bullying you if I wasn't here?"
Timmy watched as it sunk in that not everyone was as good or well-intentioned as him.
"You can accept it if you want," Timmy said as he started to walk away. "If you think he really means it. If you think he's somehow learned the error of his ways... if you think he deserves your forgiveness. It's up to you, Cole."
Cole caught up to Timmy a few minutes later.
"Well?" Timmy asked curiously.
"I told him to go fuck himself," Cole replied and he seemed really pleased with himself.
Timmy laughed and he was proud that Cole had stopped being quite so snivelling and spineless. There was hope for him yet. It had been a test of course, that's why Timmy made Sean start to apologise – to set up the scenario in which Cole could reject it. Timmy's manipulation of Cole would be substantially psychological, but his cognitive powers would still come in handy.
"That's great," Timmy replied and he grabbed Cole into a hug.
Cole wasn't used to physical intimacy that wasn't coerced or intimidating, but he melted into it.
"How about I help you get back at the rest of them?" Timmy proposed.
Cole didn't look affronted by the suggestion – he was curious and giving it some real thought, but he didn't like to admit he had in in him to even wish revenge on someone.
"Who exactly?" Cole asked.
"Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oliver, OB, Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon, Ivan, Eric, and Seth," Timmy listed the entire school football team plus Ivan, Lance and Landon's cousin, and Eric their coach.
S.C.H.O.O.L. B.U.L.L.I.E.S.
"How?" Cole asked meekly.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that revenge is a dish best served Coled?" Timmy replied.
A EUNUCH PROBLEM
Seth lay on his bed with his school trousers and underwear around his ankles, his shirt open and his tie eschew. Seth enjoyed an after school wank every day and usually one before school and often one before bed too. Cumming on his chest after school and then taking a shower was one of his favourite things.
He'd been at it for half an hour already.
Seth's tight grip made long strokes of his rock hard cock. It was slick and veiny; the head was engorged and shiny. Seth jerked it with enthusiasm, but also frustration. He stroked it fast and slow, concentrating on the incredibly sensitive head and then the rest of the shaft.
Seth was sweating and getting increasingly frustrated.
He told himself he was just distracted by that punk new kid Timmy, however the harder truth to face was that Seth literally could not get himself to cum. No matter how hard he gripped or how luxurious he swiped, no matter how much lube he used or how gently he tweaked his nipples, no matter how much he played with his balls or perineum or even rubbing his asshole which was something he didn't tell anyone about.
Seth couldn't cum.
Timmy had told him he wouldn't be able to and he thought it was stupid, but now Seth was faced with impotence. His cock was rock hard and there was precum, moreover his balls were aching to release. But he couldn't.
Seth couldn't cum.
THE END
Angelo was sitting on a bench in Cleugh Park, north east of Clyde Daer's city centre. It was late afternoon; the rain had stopped and he was impatiently waiting. There was a pond in front of him with a few ducks and swans enjoying the wet.
A man approached and sat next to him, but he didn't speak. The man had unkempt back hair and a beard that was in need of maintenance too. There were dark circles under his eyes and his face was a neutral mask that still managed to look either sullen or angry.
"Hello, Kash," Angelo said.
"Angelo," Kash replied.
They sat in silence for a few seconds. Angelo had summoned, perhaps invited was a better word, Kash to this meeting, but he wasn't happy about it. Angelo knew that the coming weeks and months were going to be very difficult. This was only the beginning.
"How are you, Kash?" Angelo asked gently.
Angelo had turned to angle himself towards Kash while the young man remained facing forward with a closed and guarded posture.
"I'm fine, Angelo," Kash replied. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Three months ago, the SEX Men had conducted a rescue mission that resulted in the death of a secret agent named Max Bind. Max was a SCION (Security Counter-Intelligence Observation & Neutralization) agent, a subdivision of the Albion Intelligence Network; he had answered to the Glasstower and Kash had been his handler.
For many years, the SEX Men had been under Angelo's leadership and he had cultivated a good working rapport with `official' secret service structures. The SEX Men (technically, the Denego Potentia Department) were a subcontracted intelligence group specialising in people with abilities and anything associated with them. Angelo sensed that Kash blamed him and/ or the SEX men for Max's demise and he would have good cause for feeling that way.
"I'm sorry I didn't check in sooner. It's been three months since Max died..." Angelo started to say.
Kash stood up and faced Angelo with an irritable expression.
"I don't want to talk about Max. I'm never going to see him again and there is nothing else to say about that," Kash said levelly. "If you asked me here to talk about him, you've wasted my time and your own."
"I didn't ask you here to talk about Max," Angelo conceded.
Angelo nursed concern about Kash's acerbic response, but he needed the man's help. Angelo sighed, but not because Kash had blockaded his concern; he just wasn't ready to do what needed to be done. However, time was running out and for a man who could see through time, envision alternate realities and recall memories of the future, that was saying a lot.
Angelo sighed again as he reached into the pocket of his coat and removed a flash drive which he offered to Kash. Kash eyed it silently before taking it.
"What is this?" Kash asked – his curiosity piqued.
"A young man... a boy, really... is about to go missing," Angelo explained.
"Oh yea? How do you know?" Kash asked.
Angelo knew because he could remember it happening in about four weeks' time.
"I need you to make sure he can't be found," Angelo replied.
Since Kash knew about Angelo's ability, he inferred the missing boy yet to happen was a vision of the future. Except, Angelo didn't have visions per se; instead, he recalled the future. It was something that Kash tried not to resent because he had been wondering for three months if Angelo had known if Max was going to die.
Kash's understanding was that Angelo's ability worked like this:
Angelo receives information from himself in future causalities and he uses that insight to make changes. Averting undesirable outcomes does not cause that timeline to collapse, instead the timeline that flows through him diverts into a new branch. Each branch of reality is informed by information Angelo receives and the decisions he makes with it but he can't prevent every bad thing. Sometimes things go wrong and sometimes people die.
"Did you know Max was going to die?" Kash asked.
Angelo wished he hadn't.
"Yes. I didn't know for sure... but yes," Angelo answered honestly.
"You couldn't save him?" Kash asked bitterly.
"If there was anything more I could have done, I would have," Angelo replied noncommittally. "Kash, I'm sorry about Max. He was a good man who made choices that saved innocent people."
"Why do you want me to make sure this boy can't be found?" Kash asked tersely. "Who is he?"
Kash was angry, but mostly because he understood the decisions Angelo had to make. Sometimes all you had were bad decisions and Kash himself had made calls that resulted in good people dying. Kash was angry because he didn't blame Angelo for what happened to Max.
"The boy is in custody and needs to be moved. His current location won't be secure for much longer," Angelo explained.
"What aren't you telling?" Kash looked Angelo in the eye.
"For a while, the boy went by the name Raphael," Angelo said and Kash's expression changed to one of realisation. "But that's not his real name."
"The Angel? Jethro Renton-Mass's kid?" Kash demanded.
"His real name is Michael Tempest-Hyatt," Angelo confided.
"Matt and Cyrus's adopted son?" Kash clarified, trying to understand what he was being told. "Fuck! What have you done, Angelo? Do they know?"
"That their son is alive?" Angelo asked and Kash nodded. "No... No, they don't know."
"And you're going to break Michael out?" Kash asked.
"Not me," Angelo said emphatically but Kash didn't know if he believed him. "I don't know who interrupts his transport but I know Michael gets away and it's important that no-one finds him."
"Even your team?" Kash asked.
"Especially my team," Angelo responded. "I need you to filter FRC's and HOLMES inputs."
Angelo was sure Jethro would use Facial Recognition Cameras to try and find Michael once he escaped and HOLMES 2 was an information technology system that tracks inputs related to major incidents. Angelo had no doubts that Jethro would use it to gather sightings of Michael from across the country. For this reason, it was important that all sightings did not make back to anyone.
"I need you to filter legal and extra-legal search facilities. Jethro will use every resource he can to look for Michael," Angelo insisted.
"If you know he's going to escape, why don't you intercept him?" Kash asked.
"He won't be safe with me," Angelo replied. "You'll do it?"
"Yes," Kash agreed.
Angelo stood up and offered his hand to Kash. They shook and Angelo made his exit.
"They'll never forgive you, you know," Kash said to Angelo's back.
Angelo turned and he wore an expression of misery. Jethro Renton-Mass had said the same thing three months ago.
"Matt and Cyrus... if they find out you knew their son was alive, and hid him from them..." Kash said.
"It's even worse than that, Kash," Angelo replied wretchedly. "If they find out, it might be the end. I'm just trying to be prepared."
"The end of what?" Kash enquired.
"The end of the SEX Men," Angelo replied.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told, A Series of Embarrassing Events, and Noah the Embarrassed Nudist.
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