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 02: The Hunt for Bed in October
SLEEP ON IT!
As Matt slowly pushed his cock back inside, Jay gave his own erection a squeeze. An hour ago, Jay had been on top, which had been a real treat. Matt and Jay had been lovers for nearly a year now; ever since Matt had helped Jay discover the power of invisibility.
Jay's ability had always been there, but it had been unrealised without Matt recognising his potential. Matt was also gifted, but he had the ability to control the weather; his darker moods were known to bring heavy clouds and torrential rain, but his lighter moods could inspire sunshine and warm breezes.
It really fucked with the Meteorological Office.
In way, Jay and Matt's bedroom had been an allegory for these two intemperate examples. Jay had been slow and gentle, loving and luxurious as he had sex with Matt. Having changed positions, Matt was pacy, powerful and firm. Jay felt Matt's hands wrap around his body to pull him deep. The lovers were lying on their sides on Matt's bed, the sheets pushed off at some time in the past hour or so. Together, the pair were exposed.
Jay was a thin eighteen year old but he would be nineteen in less than a month. He was athletic and sported a physique that surprised anyone who saw him naked because with his clothes on he looked merely skinny rather than toned.
Matt was going to be forty next year and reflected on the fact his lover was half his age. Matt has been working for a year to get back into shape; a shape he lost after his son died. Matt had been estranged from his husband (separated) for some time, but Cyrus's return to Matt's life had caused some complicated feelings.
As Matt squeezed Jay's pecs and thrust inside the young man, he felt hot and hard. His throbbing cock was enveloped by Jay's hole and the warm cavern of his ass. Matt pulled back and thrust in and out with fleshy slaps as his pelvis made contact with Jay's buttocks.
Matt kissed the back of Jay's neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Jay turned to look over his shoulder and Matt took the opportunity to rear up inside the lad and kiss his lips. A moan escaped Jay's lips as they kissed because Matt was buried deep inside him.
"I love you," Jay said softly.
Jay had said this for the first time four months ago and he had not failed to notice that Matt did not say it back. He tried not to feel hurt by the lack of reciprocity but it was difficult not to feel a little rejected. Jay didn't know why Matt didn't say it back: he didn't feel it, he didn't know how he felt, it was too soon in their relationship, he was still in love with his husband (separated)? The list went on. Despite his fears, Jay continued to say it in the hopes that one day Matt might say it back.
"Oh Jay, you feel so good," Matt replied.
"Mm," Jay replied and he turned away to punish Matt for not returning the sentiment.
Matt knew Jay felt slighted – he didn't need Steve's emotive powers to see Jay felt hurt.
"You make me happy, Jay," Matt said. "You make me feel so happy."
As if to prove it, Matt came inside Jay at that moment. Jay could feel the cum leaking from his hole and Matt's penetration had a wetter sound to it even as the pace slowed to a more relaxed pace. Their sweaty bodies had filled the room with heat, their breath had fogged the windows and the odour was a mixture sex and staleness.
Matt pulled out of Jay and smeared the cum-coated head of his erection all over Jay's arse cheeks. Jay turned to face Matt and slipped an arm under his neck to pull them back into a frenzy of kissing. Matt liked kissing Jay because with his mouth and tongue occupied he neither needed to lie about his feelings nor evade them.
Matt didn't know how he felt. The death of his son had wounded him and destroyed his marriage. Meeting Jay had made Matt feel young again but seven months after meeting Jay, his husband (separated) had come back into his life. Matt remembered all the reasons why he loved Cyrus. There were plenty of reasons to love Jay too... so why didn't he?
"Next month will be a year since I discovered my powers," Jay said. "And since we started doing this."
Matt grinned and nuzzled into Jay's chest before replying.
"I was still a mess when I met you, Jay," Matt confessed. "I was only pretending to be ok. You made me the man I am today."
Jay looked at Matt's face, which was earnest and his eyes were an open book of honesty. His confession had been heartfelt and candid. They might have said more to each other if a tornado of chaotic energy hadn't blundered into the room at that moment.
"Dad says dinner will be out in half an hour," Milo announced as he walked into the room unannounced, without invitation and without preamble.
Milo was Jay's little brother and he had the attention span of a goldfish, while somehow turning tactlessness into a charming virtue. Jay and Milo lived next door to Matt and it was safe to say their dad did not know Matt and Jay were fucking each other. So, when dad had asked "do you know where your brother is," it was a miracle that Milo hadn't blurted out the truth.
Instead, Milo had offered to go find Jay to bring him up to date on the dinner situation.
Thus, Milo had entered Matt's house uninvited and now stood in the threshold of the bedroom. He surveyed the naked bodies on the bed. Milo liked looking at hot, naked men. Most fifteen year old boys would be perturbed to see their big brother totally naked but most boys didn't have sex with their own brothers.
Milo looked disappointed that he hadn't arrived sooner – not that Matt would have been happy to let the boy watch or participate. Matt accepted the happy and appreciative looks Milo gave him as he leaned over the edge of the bed to retrieve the bedsheets and pull them over himself and Jay.
"Hi Milo. Please, come into my house whenever you like," Matt said sarcastically.
"I'm like a vampire," Milo said and he theatrically showed his fangs. "Once I've been invited in once, I can always enter."
"Is that why you always top me?" Jay joked.
The three of them laughed because Matt knew about Jay and Milo's fraternal sexual encounters and didn't seem to mind. If anything it made it easier for Matt to justify his lack of reciprocal feelings because he could pretend they weren't that serious. It also helped him to live with the fact he had cheated on Jay four months ago. It might have been his own husband (separated), but it had still been behind Jay's back.
"So, what are you guys doing?" Milo asked as if he didn't know.
Milo sauntered into the room, throwing himself onto the bed, on top of the covers, next to his brother. Very obviously, they had been fucking each other's brain's out. Instead of talking about that, Jay told his brother what he and Matt had been discussing before the sex had started.
"We were talking about me moving over here more permanently," Jay revealed.
This was true and Matt had engaged physical relations to get out of the conversation.
"Oh, I'm so happy for you guys!" Milo replied.
"Jay?" Matt whispered.
Jay turned to Matt who leaned in closely to speak in a low voice.
"Maybe we should talk about this when we're alone?" Matt whispered diplomatically.
"What are you guys talking about and can I be a part of it?" Milo asked invasively.
"We're getting a new bed," Jay announced.
Matt supressed a sigh because clearly Jay was more than happy to ignore the clear caution that Matt was trying to encourage.
"Oh cool!" Milo responded excitedly.
"We're thinking about getting a new bed," Matt clarified hastily, emphasising the words "thinking about."
"Oh... are you going to sleep on it?" Milo laughed at his own joke.
"Ok, you can go now," Matt said dryly.
Milo just chuckled impishly.
"If you do get a new bed, can I have this one?" Milo asked.
"Why would you want my old bed?" Matt asked and instantly regretted it.
"I was thinking of conducting illegal breeding experiments using the semen stains," Milo answered. "I'll either make a Matt or a Jay or a freakish amalgamation that I'd call Jatt."
"Sure, ok," Jay replied.
"Or May. No, that doesn't work," Milo hurt himself in the confusion.
Jay was trying not to laugh because that would only encourage him.
"So what's for dinner?" Jay asked to change the subject.
"Meat viennetta," Milo replied.
Matt groaned at the description. Viennetta was a layered desert made of ice cream and chocolate; so, what in the hell was a meat viennetta?
"I've told you to call it lasagne like everyone else," Jay warned his little brother.
"And I've told you I don't want to be like everyone else," Milo asserted peevishly. "I want to be contrary."
"Contrary is a nice name..." Jay started teasing as another interruption occurred.
Matt's phone alerted wildly and he lifted it to check the incoming message. The notification sound meant the message had come from someone else in the team. The team being the SEX Men; that was not their official name but Milo was relentless in his bid to rebrand them thusly.
"Problems?" Jay asked.
"It's Angelo. We need to have a meeting," Matt replied sombrely. "Jethro is moving more resources out of De Burs Airforce Base."
De Burs had been the de facto base of operations for Jethro Renton Mass, the enemy of the SEX Men. Jethro was a powerful and influential, not to mention unelected, political figure who advised the government in general and the Prime Minister in particular. He enjoyed great latitude in his extrajudicial activities, but during an incident four months ago, he had exposed himself to unwanted scrutiny.
Something about launching a missile from a decommissioned Airforce base against a private airplane of a recently deceased billionaire had attracted more heat than even Jethro was able to dispel. The villain had done so to kill Angelo and Matt and most of the SEX Men, but he had failed.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Milo asked in a rare moment of seriousness.
"It's not good," Matt replied without specifically acknowledging it was bad. "We had resources to watch him at De Burs. Angelo and I have been watching him shut the place down for a while and we're struggling to keep track of where it's all going."
"What about Raphael?" Jay asked.
Raphael was like Angelo and Jethro – an Angel. Raphael possessed abilities beyond the mere nu-man, which was the descriptor used for Matt, Jay, Milo and the rest of the ability-laden team. Raphael was a boy who Jethro had abducted from Angelo's custody; he also happened to be Jethro Renton Mass' son and possessed advanced healing abilities.
What no-one in the SEX Men knew, except Angelo, was that Raphael was actually named Michael and he was Matt and Cyrus' son. The son they believed to be dead.
"Don't know..." Matt replied thoughtfully. "That's a good question though."
"If we could figure out when Raphael was being moved, assuming he is being moved, we could rescue him," Milo suggested excitedly.
Or, maybe Milo was just excited because he had decided to lift the sheet and look underneath at Jay's gooey dick. The floppy but recently hard prick had wilted over his hip and was crusty with sludgy cum.
"That's actually a good idea," Matt replied thoughtfully.
Matt would discuss it with Angelo while Jay and Milo ate their meat viennetta.
EYE CANDID PICTURES
Timmy was starting to enjoy Grey Manor High School. His attendance had started last month and was entirely motivated with befriending a boy called Cole. Cole Cairns was a seventeen year old boy who had been bullied for years. Cole had been humiliated and intimidated; mercilessly, cruelly, brutally and often for the perverse sexual gratification of his bullies.
Which was usually Timmy's job.
What Cole didn't appreciate was that he was special. He was gifted. He had a sense of it though. Cole had never told anyone, but he felt different. He had abilities and powers he hadn't even begun to explore. However, Timmy was going to change that very soon.
The difficulty for Timmy was that he was used to using mind control to make people do whatever he wanted. The thing is, he can't order someone to be amoral in perpetuity. Thus, Timmy had contrived a plan to befriend Cole and seduce him to his team. Cole was a good person and Timmy wanted to make the boy as dishonourable and unscrupulous as him.
Timmy has started this by promising to get revenge on all of Cole's bullies. There was thirteen names on Timmy's hit list. Last month, Timmy had made a boy named Sean humiliate himself. Sean had wet himself and then showered with his school uniform on and then stripped to his boxers in front of the class.
As a nice side project, Timmy had ordered a bully called OB not to wash his school uniform until Christmastime. Seth, the leader of the gang, was ordered to masturbate and edge every day, but he was literally incapable of cumming.
The best thing about planning revenge on an entire football team of deserving bullies was that the fit lads were all smoking hot. There was a veneer of deserving about their downfall because they were all such horrible people. Still, Timmy had to be careful so as not to show Cole that the revenge was as bad as the original bullying.
The football team of bullies were jubilant that they had won the game as if it was an achievement to put all the best players on one side; on the other side was the disinterested, asthmatic and the antisocial students who played only because they were made to.
It was quite by accident that the next person, persons actually, came to be chosen. Caleb and Hayden were best mates and made a handsome couple. Not in a gay way, but the way they played and teased, bantered and touched was very homoerotic even before Timmy got there.
It was after the football match and the locker room was filled with semi-dressed and naked teenagers. Timmy's favourite kind of teenager. The eye candy of shirtless lads or lads stripped to their underwear made Timmy feel spoiled. The team of bullies were all wary of Timmy after what happened to Sean. The others, who had yet to experience Timmy's powers first hand, didn't know if they believed Sean, Seth and OB when they recounted what had happened. That was another thing Timmy had done, he nudged the boys to share their experience to ramp up the tension for the uninitiated. Bravado and a surprisingly subtle use of Timmy's powers prevented the bullies from ostracising him entirely.
After the match, a few of the lads had been taking candid pictures in the locker room so no-one paid much attention when Timmy lifted his phone at an opportune moment and snapped a picture of his own. Everyone was posting their pictures on the Grey Manor High School Socials page so Timmy uploaded his picture too.
As Timmy entered Grey Manor High School the day after the match, eyes turned to look at him. Some smiled or smirked, many were silently impressed, a few had mutinous expressions and most simultaneously acknowledged that what Timmy had done was awesome but also, maybe, kinda wrong?
Timmy's candid locker room picture of the football-mad eye candy had, quite accidently, captured Caleb and Hayden naked. In the foreground, a few shirtless boys were standing around; a few were sitting with their tight boy thighs speckled with mud or sweat. In the background, on the far right of the picture, was the entrance to the shower.
Caleb and Hayden were leaning into the main changing room; totally bare, their flaccid penises were short and sweet. Their nudity was a streaking contrast to the shirtless boys wearing shorts or underwear. Caleb and Hayden were the only nudes in the picture so it was perfectly humiliating. Best of all, being in the background made their penises look smaller than they really were.
The picture looked quite accidental and the nudity of the seventeen year olds was not immediately obvious but, like a magic eye picture, once you saw them you couldn't unsee their magic one-eyes.
"You are fucking dead, mate!" sounded an aggressive warning that caused Timmy to turn.
Caleb and Hayden were storming towards him and looked almost as cute in their school uniforms as they had with damp skin and mini dicklettes on show.
"Take that fucking picture down, now!" added Hayden.
"What picture?" Timmy acted innocently.
Timmy knew he'd be in trouble – not just from the bullies but the school would also frown on him posting nudes of seventeen year old students. Caleb and Hayden stood in front of Timmy with furious expressions but holding back on physical intimidation.
"You know what..." Caleb hissed.
The pair became aware of drawing attention and anyone who hadn't known about the picture would now go looking. Worse, there was now no way to control the spread of the image. The best way to save face would be to laugh it off, which made Timmy smirk because they were not amused!
"You'll get suspended," Hayden said pettily. "Or expelled."
"So just take it down, ok?" Caleb insisted in a tone that was pitched as nonchalant.
Pictures on the Grey Manor High School Socials page could only be taken down by the person who posted it or the site admin who Timmy had already whispered to leave the picture alone.
"Alright, penis pair?" Seth announced to Caleb and Hayden.
Seth was their friend!
Friendships between the bullies contained an element of competition and mockery so it was in keeping with that spirit that Seth made fun of his friends misfortune. Seth had adjusted his strategy towards Timmy from one of open hostility and intimidation to ignoring him. It was difficult to forget Timmy Kotes however, because every day and every night Seth tried to jerk off. He got hot and horny, he leaked precum and right when he thought he'd shoot his load, the ecstasy of orgasm was denied to him.
Seth literally could not cum!
"Don't call us that," Hayden complained.
"It's hilarious! Your little dinky bits are so cute," Seth continued while waving his index finger.
At least he hadn't used his pinkie finger.
"Morning guys," said a miserable voice.
"I thought I smelled you coming," Seth sneered at OB.
Seth was his friend!
OB had been ordered by Timmy not to wash his school uniform. The result was that OB had been wearing the same school shirt, tie, trousers and blazer every day for three weeks now. The shirt had sweat stains on and a few spots where food had blemished it; meanwhile, the trousers were streaked with who knew what. It had taken OB three weeks to rationalise that his socks and underwear were not technically part of his uniform so at least he could change them.
He smelled though and looked dishevelled. Before OB could retort, Timmy had enough of them.
"You guys can go now," Timmy murmured as he saw his new friend enter the school corridor.
Seth, OB, Caleb and Hayden had no choice but to obey. Cole gave the four a wide berth – not that they bothered him much anymore. There was still the odd cheeky, demeaning or derogatory comment, but it was generally accepted that Cole was protected by his association with Timmy. Timmy was very much a character the bullies did not want to antagonise.
"What is everyone talking about?" Cole asked.
"Oh, apparently there's some kind of picture online," Timmy replied innocently.
It was an act, of course. It was a prelude to Timmy's defence when the Head Master inevitably called him to discuss it. The students close enough to hear Timmy couldn't quite tell if he really didn't know what he'd done or not.
"You posted a locker room picture with Caleb and Hayden in the background," someone told them helpfully.
Timmy waited while Cole dug his phone out to check the Grey Manor High School Socials page. It took a moment for Cole to see them in the picture, but then his mouth dropped. Cole handed his phone over for Timmy to see. Timmy made a show of not seeing the dicks right away either.
"Oh no! We can see their dicks!" Timmy said as if scandalised.
There were multiple cautious laughs – cautious because no-one wanted to be caught laughing by Seth and his cohorts in case the bullies took their anger out on them.
The picture was even better than Timmy remembered with lad thighs in the lower left and right corners; Lance was shirtless and Landon was wearing his football top. On the left side of the picture there was another two seated, shorted and topless boys followed by Seth who was standing. Seth was shirtless with his socks rolled down to the ankles and his shorts sagging low to expose the waistband of his designer underwear. The last boy on the left hand side was OB and he too was seated, topless and wearing only boxers but he was partially hidden by Seth.
On the right hand side of the picture, beside Landon, were two lads who were seated in their shorts and socks, but they were both topless and obscured by Landon. In the middle of the locker room picture stood Coach Eric wearing a tracksuit and Ivan who was tugging on leg of his briefs, opening a gap that sadly no testicles popped out of. Ivan was topless and barefoot which made him the most eye catching lad in the photo...
This was true only until one noticed the shower area on the right where Caleb and Hayden were totally naked. The picture was entirely innocent and asexual unless damp, limp, toned and bare naked high school boys did anything for you.
"Did you do this on purpose?" Cole asked in quiet voice as they made their way to class.
Cole had seen numerous demonstrations of Timmy's ability and yet still treated it with some scepticism, or perhaps it was fear. Cole was the kind of young man who could imagine how terrible a power mind control could be in the wrong hands. If only he knew how wrong Timmy's were.
"Of course not!" Timmy protested.
Timmy knew two things: 1) that Cole was a moral being who would have disapproved of deliberately spreading the naked picture of Caleb and Hayden; and, 2) that Cole did not always believe him.
Timmy's greatest progress was how little he used mind control to affect Cole's thinking. He had met Cole, and the bullies, four weeks ago and so far Timmy had taken it easy on the revenge front. Timmy was thinking that Caleb and Hayden would do nicely for the second comeuppance.
Comeuppance was the word Timmy used in his head instead of revenge in order to ameliorate the tone of his campaign. Timmy needed Cole to ultimately approve of the things he did to the bullies who had made his life hell for years.
The end of the week would mark the beginning of the October holiday and Timmy had an idea for what to do to Caleb and Hayden which, best of all, would require Cole's help to make perfect.
"It is funny though," Timmy admitted and he nudged Cole playfully.
Cole grinned sheepishly.
"What? Come on, Cole..." Timmy encouraged. "They're so cute. Look at their little willies."
Cole chuckled and recognised that the schadenfreude he was feeling must have been how students had felt when they had watched him being bullied: glad it wasn't them and secretly fascinated by the tableau.
"They are cute," Cole agreed.
Timmy was delighted when he was able to get Cole to share in his satisfaction of the bullies dismay.
"What do Cole and Hayden like to do?" Timmy asked. "Football, I know. But do they run, play tennis, walk their dogs, go dogging..."
"Dogging?" Cole laughed while shaking his head. "I suppose they go to the movies a lot."
"Perfect," Timmy said.
"Perfect for what?" Cole asked nervously.
"Remember I said I'd help you get back at all of them?" Timmy said.
Timmy could see Cole was squeamish about it. Cole's bullying had all but stopped three weeks ago and had already forgotten the nightmare his life used to be.
"If I hadn't come along, they'd still be doing all those things to you," Timmy reminded his friend. "Two wrongs might not make a right, but maybe if they learn how horrible it is, they'll understand why what they did to you was so wrong."
"Caleb and Hayden weren't so bad... not as bad as some of them," Cole said. "Most of the time they just watched."
Caleb and Hayden just watched Cole being bullied and did nothing to stop it; except for all the times they took pictures or jerked off on him and made mean comments. They never fucked his face or his ass but they had still participated in the campaign to ruin, use and abuse Cole.
"It's ok. I have the perfect plan for them," Timmy said.
NOT SORRY
"I'm not even a little bit sorry," Timmy told the Head Master.
"What?" the man replied with a stony face.
Timmy has been called to the office to explain how a candid changing room picture came to contain naked images of two students.
"You accept my apology?" Timmy ordered the man.
"Yes... yes, of course," the Head Master replied.
"You don't think I did it on purpose do you?" Timmy intoned.
"No, I'm sure you didn't," the man agreed.
"I did though. I posted that picture so everyone in the school would see their pricks," Timmy admitted. "But you won't think I did it on purpose."
"No," the man agreed again.
The office door opened and Coach Eric Darling entered. He hadn't even knocked the door which was rather rude.
"Have you expelled him yet?" Coach Eric asked.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," Timmy decided.
Both men nodded.
"No, it was an accident after all," the Head Master said.
"But you're going to suspend him?" Coach Eric countered.
Fuck! Does this guy ever give up?
Timmy didn't like the coach and Coach Eric didn't like him. So far, Timmy hadn't decided how to revenge himself upon the man who had overseen the campaign of bullying against Cole but when he did think of it, Timmy was certain the coach would rue the day.
"Perhaps..." the Head Master considered.
"You're not going to suspend," Timmy commanded as he stood up. "You are both satisfied that I'll take the picture down and we all agree it was an honest mistake?"
"Of course, Mr Kotes. I'm glad you are willing to set things right," the Head Master replied.
"It is the least you can do," Coach Eric said peevishly.
"Great," Timmy said as he sidled past the coach. "I'll take the picture down by the end of the day."
Timmy smirked knowing that everyone in the school would have seen the embarrassing picture by then so it wouldn't matter. Timmy had known he'd be in trouble for the picture, but that was the advantage of mind control. Timmy could simply make those responsible for dictating the consequences feel ambivalent or apathetic about punishing him. Even Coach Eric had been effortlessly persuaded just to drop the matter.
Perhaps it was ironic that a man who had allowed Cole to be bullied was genuinely upset that two of his players had been humiliated and he wanted the person responsible held accountable.
"Are you expelled then?" asked OB who was lingering in the otherwise empty corridor.
Classes didn't end for another twenty minutes, but Timmy had no intention of going back.
"No," Timmy replied.
"Suspended?" OB asked.
"No," Timmy shrugged.
"You'll be made to apologise?" OB wondered.
"No," Timmy literally laughed at the very idea.
"Can you make it stop?" OB asked in a stricken voice.
"I've agreed to take the stupid picture down by the end of the day," Timmy said grudgingly.
"No, I mean me. Can you make it stop?" OB asked in a tormented tone. "My uniform."
Timmy leaned against the wall as he looked at OB's uniform. It was contaminated; dirty without being filthy and almost mouldy after three straight weeks of being worn for eight or nine hours a day for seventeen days.
"You said I can't change it or wash it and it's the only uniform I can wear until the Christmas holidays," OB said.
"I remember," Timmy replied facetiously.
"I don't know how you do it... how you can make me follow that stupid order but..." OB sounded desperate. "But I can't, I literally can't change it. I've been hiding it to stop my mum washing it. I have to sneak out to stop her seeing what a mess I'm in."
Timmy laughed at the lad and the dire straits he was to follow the instruction.
"Timmy, please," OB pleaded.
"You can change it or wash it..." Timmy replied and he watched OB's face brighten. "After Friday the twenty second of December, the last day of term before the Christmas holidays."
"Timmy, please!" OB begged. "It's already been three weeks. I can't wear this shirt and trousers for another eleven weeks."
"It's only ten weeks if you exclude the October holidays," Timmy replied unsympathetically.
Timmy walked past OB and left the boy to wallow in his misery.
SPITE, CUMMING, ACTION!
After the excitement of the picture, the rest of the week was benign. School let out for the midterm holidays and there was an air of excitement amongst the students. Timmy was excited too but for a different reason.
Timmy knew where Caleb and Hayden would be that night and he had invited Cole to the show. In fact, Cole's presence was sure to enhance the performance. The Briar Witch Exorcism had a late showing that Timmy and had encouraged the bullies to buy tickets.
It would be quiet, though Timmy wouldn't have minded if the cinema was packed. He showed mercy because Cole was still reticent about the revenge plan. However, Cole was also a horny boy who knew Timmy's revenge would offer exciting sights.
The cinema was staffed by four bored lads in their early twenties who would have liked to just go home if it wasn't for the eight people who were just about to start a 95min film. All the other screens were letting out in the next half hour so it was a real bummer that they were going to have to stick around until after midnight to close up.
The eight movie goers included Timmy, Cole, Caleb and Hayden; the other four people comprised a couple and two single people, all of them spread out across the theatre. Caleb and Hayden took off their jackets as they settled in. They chose seats near the back and four or five seats in from the aisle. Timmy and Cole sat in the row behind them but two or three seats from the aisle.
"They didn't even notice us," Cole observed as he took his seat.
Cole was used to being ignored, but he thought the bullies, out of habit more than anything else, might have made a gay joke about them or something. Had Cole wanted them to make a joke about him and Timmy being boyfriends?
"I encouraged them not to notice us," Timmy whispered back.
"But you didn't say anything," Cole replied.
Timmy didn't respond right away. He had been revealing details about Angels and nu-men, powers in general and his own powers specifically in drips and drabs.
"Command inducement is most effective when I give directions verbally, but I can offer remote instructions without speaking," Timmy reminded Cole.
Timmy offered technical, almost clinical descriptions to distract from the fact that he was overpowering the will and consent of his victims. Not that Timmy had a problem with that, but Cole wasn't ready to be blasé about it.
"I'm a little jealous, you know. Of what you can do," Cole confessed.
The lights had dimmed and Cole was glad he didn't have to look at Timmy as he admitted this. Timmy smiled in the dark because he knew something Cole didn't. If only he knew.
"What would you do? Go on! Go on," Timmy encouraged. "What would you make those fuckers do?"
Cole felt conflicted because he knew it was wrong to make people do things they didn't want to do but, at the same time, it was exciting to consider the possibilities.
"I'd make them kiss," Cole said.
Not very ambitious, but it was a start.
In front of them, Caleb and Hayden suddenly looked away from the screen which was telling patrons to get their popcorn now from the overpriced kiosk in the foyer. They leaned in and kissed each other. Not just on the lips; not a quick peck but a long, wet, passionate, horny, tongue-laden snog. It was the hot and fervent kiss of lovers.
Timmy released their minds and they both recoiled.
"Fuck!"
"Gross!"
Their exclamations coincided with the Albion Board of Film Classification black card appearing on screen.
ABFC 15 – THE BRIAR WITCH EXCORCISM
Contains strong bloody violence and gore, strong language.
Suitable only for persons of 15 years and over.
"Shh!" issued from an annoyed stranger.
"Oh shh yourself," Caleb hissed into the void.
"What did you kiss me like that for?" Hayden asked.
"You kissed me," Caleb replied.
"In your dreams," Hayden responded.
Timmy tittered and even Cole seemed to relax as the pair squabbled. Then, they leaned in and kissed again. The smacking of their lips was thunderously loud in their ears and they were scared... not of the horror movie on screen but of someone hearing them kiss or catching them in the throes of passion. The noise didn't carry to anyone else in the theatre – except perhaps the boys behind them who Caleb and Hayden hadn't seemed to notice.
Timmy continued compelling them to kiss, unable to stop, but left them to their own thoughts and feelings about it. Caleb and Hayden had no idea why they were kissing nor why they couldn't stop, but it felt good.
Timmy looked over at Cole as the bullies kissed and he put his hand on Cole's thigh. Cole was surprised by the gesture but Timmy's touch remained gentle as it slid up and down, his thumb brushing Cole's balls as his hand reached the groin. Cole felt himself getting semihard from the vision of the antagonists kissing and the caress of a lad he thought was way out of his league.
When they finally parted, the boys were breathless and Caleb had to wipe dribble from his chin.
"Fuck," Caleb said.
"I'm hard," Hayden admitted.
"Me too," Caleb agreed.
Neither of them were sure why they were hard or why they had admitted it.
"Did you make them hard?" Cole whispered.
"Not me," Timmy responded.
Hayden reached over and put his hand on Caleb's groin. His friend really was hard and he gave the stiff member a squeeze.
"Oh fuck," Caleb breathed.
Timmy barely needed to send the next thought.
"Take it out," Hayden said.
Caleb unzipped his jeans and pulled them open, hooking his boxers under his balls so his erection pointed straight up. Hayden turned in his seat and then wrapped his hand around the cock and jerked it. Hayden had never really fooled around with another guy. He'd jizzed on that pathetic poofter, Cole, at school but touching another boy?
It felt strange. His own dick felt different.
"Take yours out," Caleb encouraged.
Behind them, Timmy and Cole were enjoying the show. Timmy's hand was now covering Cole's dick which was getting harder inside the confines of his joggers. Cole seen Caleb and Hayden hard when they were tormenting him, but this was different. They were touching each other. It was so hot watching boys touch each other.
When he was being bullied, Cole had often been too distracted or scared to really think about the wank candy that the hot lads represented. Cole felt like a veil had been lifted and he could suddenly see them for the first time.
Hayden released Caleb's cock and lifted his whole ass from his seat, pushing his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. Hayden's cock was bigger but not by much. They were both a little over six inches, but short of six and a half.
Caleb and Hayden started jerking themselves and didn't notice as Timmy and Cole watched them openly masturbate in the darkened theatre. Cole felt Timmy's hand move up to his stomach and then slide down, fumbling for the elastic waistband of his sweats before slipping inside. Timmy wanted to make Cole horny to enhance Caleb and Hayden's experience. Timmy was squeezing Cole's hard dick through his underwear.
Cole watched again as Hayden reached over with his left hand to touch Caleb's cock again. It was wet and sticky now with lots of precum leaking from the head; more precum than was normal for either of them.
"Hayden should take his t-shirt off, don't you think?" Timmy asked Cole.
"Yea," Cole nodded.
"Maybe Caleb should help him do it?" Timmy pressed.
"Hmm," Cole agreed.
Caleb reached over and tugged the bottom of Hayden's t-shirt. Hayden stopped masturbating himself and his friend long enough for Caleb to lift the t-shirt off; Hayden raised his arms as it went up and over. With a smirk, Timmy prompted Caleb to toss the t-shirt towards the front rows where it disappeared.
Topless in the cinema screen, Hayden looked even hotter. Timmy made no sound as he ordered Caleb to lick Hayden's nipple. It was horniness rather than Timmy that caused Hayden to hold Caleb's head in place as his friend sucked on his teat. Cole noticed they were both leaking an abnormal amount of precum – he leaked a lot and Cole considered this a special talent.
Cole let out a moan as Timmy slipped his fingers around the leg holes of Cole's underwear so his fingertips brushed Cole's balls.
"Take them off," Caleb whispered as his mouth removed itself from the pert, round, brown nipple of his friend.
"What's going on here?" Hayden asked.
It was a brief moment of lucidity that passed when Caleb spoke again.
"Take your shorts off and I'll suck your dick," Caleb said.
Wait! What?
Why had Caleb said that?
Hayden reached down and pulled his shorts and underwear from around his ankles. Caleb took them from his friends' hand and then tossed them forward too. Hayden was now naked except for his trainers and socks while Caleb was still fully clothed, though his cock was protruding from his jeans.
"Can you really compel Caleb to suck Hayden's cock?" Cole asked.
"Only if you want me to," Timmy replied.
If YOU want me to.
The responsibility for what happened next was on Cole.
"Do it. I want to watch," Cole admitted.
Caleb's head dipped into Hayden's groin and his mouth engulfed his friend's cock. At first just the head, his lips wrapped around the mushroom but then he forced the shaft deeper into his mouth. Caleb had never sucked a cock before but with a few subconscious tips from Timmy, he was a pro. Caleb's head bobbed up and down on Hayden's hard-on which was still oozing an abnormal amount of precum. Caleb's cock was untouched but it bounced and spurted more precum too; the sticky, slivery juice left stains on his black jeans.
Timmy's hand moved up again and this time it did dip into Cole's waistband. Timmy petted Cole's cock and then his hand wrapped around it. Cole gasped because no-one had ever been so generous to him. Timmy was making him feel so good. Cole's emotions poured out of him and only served to encourage Timmy's efforts; meanwhile, Caleb and Hayden were also encouraged.
Caleb slurped loudly on the cock inside his mouth while Hayden put his hand on the back of his friend's head and pushed it down. All the way down. He held it there as Caleb coughed and gagged on the thick, veiny rod of boy meat that pulsed against his tonsils.
"Oh my god!" Cole said as he watched the oral sex between the boys who had made his life so miserable.
Hayden blew his balls inside Caleb's mouth, releasing his head at the same moment so that the first heavy load filled Caleb's mouth and washed down his throat but the second burst sprayed into Caleb's face. Caleb dipped down to drink the next spurt like water from a water fountain.
The volume of cum was glorious – twelve spurts that were so heavy Caleb struggled to lap it all up. He guzzled the jizz down only to take another mouthful. When he finally stopped cumming, Hayden's balls ached.
That was too much cum. An impossible volume.
"How did you do that?" Cole asked Timmy.
"That wasn't me," Timmy replied. "It was you."
TELLING YOU NOW
"Me?" Cole replied with a stunned expression.
"That was amazing to watch," Timmy regarded as Caleb had to wipe the slop from his face.
"Me..." Cole said again.
Timmy understood that it must be hard to discover powers, gifts, abilities, or whatever you want to call them are real. It must be even harder to discover you have gifts yourself. Timmy had been using his powers for as long as he could remember because he was an early bloomer but most nu-men didn't discover their abilities until around Cole's age, give or take a few years.
While Cole got over the shock of the revelation, Timmy prompted Caleb to sit back and let Hayden jerk him off. The naked boy grasped his friend's cock and rubbed it up and down. It was well lubricated with lots of ooze that dribbled down the shaft like candle wax.
"It's ok, Cole. It's ok," Timmy said gently as he pulled Cole's dick out enough to stroke it properly.
Cole roused, looking around to make sure no-one in the cinema could see him, but apparently the others had come to actually watch the movie.
"How could I have done that... what even was that?" Cole asked.
"Keep watching them," Timmy said and Cole's attention returned to the bullies.
Cole felt very excited as he watched Hayden, naked and his clothes scattered, stroking his friend's cock tight and swift swipes.
"Tantrickenesis, pleasure inducement and orgasm augmentation," Timmy said. "That's what you can do. You can manipulate sexual forces, make people feel pleasure and enhance orgasms."
"That's why Hayden came so much?" Cole asked as he got close to cumming.
"And that's you just starting to learn your powers," Timmy enthused. "You've used them before but only on yourself. I wanted to trigger a strong reaction..."
Cole had noticed he leaked masses of precum his load when cumming was enormous. He reflected on this as a special talent. But not a superpower!
"You knew when I met you that I had this... ability?" Cole interrupted in a hurt voice.
Cole remembered times when he had jerked off in the shower and his spunk had shot out like a power washer but he never imagined it was preternatural.
"I didn't lie to you, Cole. I kept it from you," Timmy admitted. "But, I'm telling you now because I think you're ready to know."
"I want to cum so bad," Cole bit his lip.
Cole was a little bit mad at Timmy, but he was distracted by the sensations in his cock and watching Caleb getting beat off.
"Concentrate on Caleb," Timmy murmured.
Cole looked intently at the achingly hard boy in the row in front. Caleb started to buck his hips to thrust into Hayden's hand; he was grunting and gasping now, and his moans were getting louder.
"Oh... Ohhh... Fuck... fuck!" Caleb cried out.
"Shh!!!" someone hissed angrily.
Caleb's cock erupted with cum, launching over his head and onto the wall at the back of the room. Hayden redirected the blaster for the second rope of jizz which shot into Caleb's face and all over his t-shirt. Ropes of cum rinsed his top and then his jeans, with some even leaking onto the cinema seat and floor.
Timmy gave Hayden a little thought and the naked boy complied. Hayden released his friend's cock and then cleaned it by slopping on the hot and firm rod of dick.
"Oh man, that feels so good," Caleb cried out.
"Fucking shut it!" the same angry voice hissed.
The other people in the cinema didn't know exactly what was going on but it was ruining the third act of a horror movie that involved torture, evisceration, beheading and castration. Can't a guy just enjoy a nice movie in peace?
Caleb and Hayden were both covered in spunk; Hayden's bare body glistening with it and Caleb's clothes doused in it.
"I think I'm going to cum, Timmy," Cole admitted.
Timmy leaned forward and lifted the popcorn that was in a bucket between Caleb and Hayden. Timmy continued to pump Cole's cock and when he came, it was with a similar result as the bullies. Cole had no control over his powers, but Timmy suspected 12-15 ropes of cum was only the beginning. Cole was unleashing lots and lots cum – more than Caleb and Hayden combined. Twenty-five blasts of spunk poured all over the popcorn and when Cole was done, he leaned back in the chair with exhaustion.
"Eat it all," Timmy ordered when handed the popcorn back to the bullies.
Caleb and Hayden tucked in to the cum covered popcorn as they watched the end of the movie which seemed to involve burning a witch alive in a cabin in the woods; the spirit was unable to pass a circle of cotton wreathed between the trees around the house.
Or something.
When the credits started to roll, the lights came up and the other moviegoers looked around for the disruptive influence. They seemed to spy Hayden because he was still shirtless and they all left with disapproving looks. Caleb put his penis (which was now limp and damp) back in his jeans and zipped up.
Cole had put his penis away right after cumming and he was slightly embarrassed that his new friend had seen and touched his dick. Yet, Cole was flattered by the attention that lacked hostility or cruelty. Cole watched as Hayden became stricken.
"Where are my clothes?" Hayden said.
"Front row," Timmy said.
The bullies turned to see Timmy and Cole. Neither Caleb nor Hayden could explain why they'd done the things they'd done until they saw Timmy. It couldn't be true, could it? He couldn't control their minds? But, then, how else to explain the stripping and sucking and jerking?
And the eating a bucket of popcorn coated in jizz!
"Better get them back before the cleaners come in," Timmy sneered.
Timmy and Cole stood up and left the cinema screen with only the bullies left behind and the cinema staff coming in to tidy up. Caleb pulled on his jacket to try and hide the mess of cum on his t-shirt while Hayden put on his coat to hide his immediate nakedness.
Hayden raced down the aisle, scrambling around to try and find his shorts and t-shirt. He bent over seats in the second row just as Caleb got there. Caleb was treated to the sight of a hole ringed with fur and balls dangling between bare thighs.
"Gross! Dude, I can see your cunt!" Caleb said.
Hayden straightened up and went pale as the cinema staff walked in.
"We're closing, guys. Time to go," said a bored, lanky and exhausted young man.
The worker looked at Hayden whose coat exposed what looked like a bare chest. Then the young man saw Hayden's bare legs protruding from his jacket, so it looked like he was naked underneath. Then, the staff spied something on the floor in the front row. He walked to it and picked it up. A pair of shorts? A few seats over, he found a t-shirt.
"They're mine!" Hayden admitted.
"You got your name on them?" the young man asked.
"What? No," Hayden said. "Obviously not."
The hot-headed and condescending tone did not ingratiate Hayden to the young man.
"Prove they're yours then," the cinema worker said.
With a growl of frustration, Hayden pulled his coat open and flashed the staff.
"Is that cum on your chest?" the young man asked and he laughed at Hayden as he threw the shorts and t-shirt to him. "Looks like you boys had a good time. Cum again sometime."
The worker was still laughing as Hayden pulled his clothes on. The bullies felt thoroughly humiliated and powerless that they had been unable to resist Timmy's commands. They hadn't even known they were being controlled.
Worst of all, they knew they would tell their friends about it. Caleb and Hayden would confess that they had mutually masturbated and sucked each other. They couldn't stop themselves. It was an order implanted in their brains to entrench their mortification, but also to serve as a warning that the others still had it coming.
At the exit to the cinema screen, Timmy finally departed. He'd only stayed to make sure the staff member asked for proof and that Hayden would provide it.
"Everything ok?" Cole asked.
"Perfect," Timmy replied. "Did you enjoy the movie?"
Cole and Timmy laughed but Timmy could see Cole was perturbed.
"They were really hot. When you said you'd get back at them, you weren't kidding," Cole said.
"You can help me now, Cole," Timmy suggested. "If you want to."
"Maybe," Cole responded noncommittally.
"Are you ok? Are you mad at me?" Timmy asked solemnly.
Timmy wore an expression of sorrow and anguish.
"You mean finding out I have powers... and that you hid it from me?" Cole asked.
Timmy nodded, looking thoroughly sorry and remorseful.
"I'm sorry I did that, Cole," Timmy said. "I know you have trouble trusting people. I should have just been honest."
"It's ok," Cole replied meekly.
"You know, there's another reason I told you about my ability... why I wanted you to know that you have powers too..." Timmy said quietly. "It can be really lonely being like this when you're the only one."
Cole watched Timmy's sad and heartfelt expression and felt a great swell of sympathy. Cole put his arms around Timmy, and squeezed him into a hug.
"I understand why you kept it from me now," Cole said. "I'm sorry."
Unable to see Timmy's face, Cole didn't see the cold and manipulative grin that spread across Timmy's face. This was almost too easy.
RESCUE
Michael was dressed in black boots, jeans and t-shirt with a grey thermal hoody zipped up against the October chill. It was sometime after 01:00 when he had been roused from his cell and told to get dressed.
Michael's biological father, Jethro Renton Mass, had found him four months ago. At the time, Michael had been using the name Raphael and it felt almost strange to revert to the name he had grown up with. Jethro had pretended not to care what name Michael chose to go by, but the boy suspected this was not true. Michael rather thought that his father resented not having named his son and so any name his son chose was irrelevant.
After Michael had been brought to his father's lair, the abandoned De Burs Airforce Base, it had been exposed as not so much abandoned as repurposed. Jethro's political clout had bought him time to move resources to a new site, but his time was running out. Now, it was Michael's turn to be moved like he was a filing cabinet, and crate of RPG's or a Vandeen 4 stealth drone.
Michael watched the soldiers of the Risico Militia, Jethro Renton-Mass' private army, preparing the armoured truck that would spirit him away. They were nearly ready for Micheal when Jethro emerged and sat down beside him.
"I might not see you for a while," Jethro said.
"That's a shame," Micheal replied dryly.
It was safe to say that Jethro had made no progress in building a relationship with his son. Jethro had wanted someone he could use or work with, but Michael would not be used and refused to help his father's dastardly plans. Jethro wanted someone who could be seduced into agreeing with his twisted world view, but Michael would not agree. Jethro wanted Michael to accept that his plans would involve the desolation of the SEX Men and therefore the boy's adopted family, but Michael would not accept this.
Michael had accepted he could not go home or see his dads, but that didn't mean he had to accept Jethro.
"I wish you wouldn't hate me, Michael," Jethro said candidly.
Michael wished this too; he wished there was a way for him to accept Jethro as his father.
"I'm nothing to you," Michael replied. "You love Timmy because he's useful for your plans. Anyone who isn't useful is redundant. That's why you don't love me and why I can't love you."
"Then I guess we have reached a parting of the ways," Jethro said because he couldn't counter any of his sons points.
"I've not seen him around for a while," Michael said conversationally. "Timmy, I mean."
"No," Jethro agreed as he stood up. "Goodbye, son."
Micheal sat in the back of the armoured vehicle with an armed guard opposite him; in the front was another two men, one of them driving. It was hard to tell how long they'd been on the road because Michael had no watch and the vehicle had no windows.
Suddenly, there was a loud pop and then the vehicle lurched, the rear end sliding as the driver struggled to control the unexpected skid. Michael was thrown sideways by the staggering momentum of the vehicle which came to a stop as the driver hit the brakes.
Michael had little experience with this sort of thing but he was pretty sure the tyres had been punctured and he's seen movies with hollow road spikes designed to disable cars and trucks. The guard opposite Michael moved to the back of the cabin, keeping his eyes on Michael.
"Do not move," he warned.
The guard was wearing body armour, goggles and a combat helmet yet Michael could tell the soldier was uncertain and afraid. Despite using an armoured vehicle in the dead of night, they had not really expected or anticipated an attack.
The guards in the front of the vehicle got out and a few seconds later there was gunfire that was followed by silence. The lock on the rear door of the cabin disengaged from the outside and ominously swung outwards. The guard inside edged closer to try and look out but he could only see darkness. From the darkness something very heavy was lobbed into the cabin and hit the guard in the balls.
"Oft!" the soldier bend double as nausea washed over him.
Then, a figure jumped into the cabin, grabbed the guard and jumped backwards with the incapacitated soldier in his grip. They stumbled and fell back into the night and Michael listened as a commotion indicated the guard was rendered dead or unconscious.
"Get out here," a distorted voice commanded.
Michael edged closer to the door.
"Hurry up and get out here," the distorted voice said; this time it was more urgent.
Michael jumped down and was surrounded by the darkness of a cold October night on an unlit road. The men charged with guarding him were prone on the ground and five figures lingered around like shadows on a dark wall.
"Here," the distorted voice said as it thrust a backpack towards him.
Michael realised it was being electronically distorted by someone hiding their identity. But who?
"What's this?" Michael answered.
"Food, clothing, a phone and money," the voice replied. "Trust no-one. Don't go to anyone you know or any place you've been. "The phone is burned, even we don't know the number. Be careful who you call or give the number to."
"We? Who is we?" Michael asked.
"You should go now, Michael," the voice replied.
"Where?" Michael replied after a few seconds.
The man shrugged and walked away, leaving Michael feeling very much alone. He wasn't sure he had ever been alone before and it was scary. As he started to walk long the embankment of the deserted, benighted road, Michael wondered if he could really escape.
Could he escape Jethro Renton-Mass and why couldn't he go to Angelo? Or, even better his dads? Michael wanted to see Matt and Cyrus again. He wanted to tell them he was ok, that he had made it, and that he was alive and loved them.
Michael was in the middle of nowhere. The road was rough. The night sky was somewhere between black and blue and dotted with stars. In his isolation, Michael tried to think where he could go when he had no place to go.
Who had rescued him, that was the question?
Who... and why?
TO BE CONTINUED...
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My stories so far:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#jforrester
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.
Also: Anthology, and The SEX Men.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey, Peter's Past Posing Pictures, and Nightmares On Fig Leaf Street.
Ongoing, but on hiatus: Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies.