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 03: Remember, Remember, the Filth of November
SAFE HARBOUR
Michael died three years ago.
He had been sick for months and undergoing treatment when he met a boy called Jack. Jack Harbour was a few years older and substantially sicker. While Michael slowly improved, Jack's condition was deteriorating. One day, Jack was too sick to even get his treatment; his days were numbered and they would be few.
Except, Michael wasn't an ordinary twelve year old. He was an Angel; a powerful human who would develop abilities most would consider to be unnatural. Michael was too young to understand he had such powers; indeed, no-one had even explained he lived in a world where `superpowers' existed outside the realm of fiction.
It was a summers day in June 2020 when Jack's parents were told the worst. Their son was going to die. Michael had just finished his treatment and walked out of the treatment room, and back into the waiting area. Michael couldn't explain how he knew, but he just knew something was wrong with his friend. Michael bolted across the room and hopped in front of his dad, Matt.
"Dad... Jack is really, really sick," Michael said with heartbroken voice.
Matt smiled sadly, tears pricking his eyes which slid over his son's shoulder to look at Cyrus. Michael knew his other dad was standing behind him now. Were they sad about Jack too? Michael spun around and threw his arms around Jack, hugging him tightly. Jack's expression looked like he was being crushed, though the embrace was gentle enough. Jack's pallid face wore an expression of surprise and overwhelming astonishment. It was like he had just been told the greatest secret, like elephants have elbows on their front legs instead of knees. It was a sweet and kind little gesture; Michael's parents were proud of him for it.
By that night, Michael was very, very sick. The pain was unimaginable; chronic, dull and seeping into his bones like ice. Michael remembered the end. He remembered the final day. He remembered how sad Matt and Cyrus were and how he wanted to tell them is was going to be ok.
In the end, it would be ok.
Then, Michael died on Saturday 20TH June 2020.
But this was not the end.
After Michael died, and his parents had cried and held his hand, let him go, and closed the door... Angelo came for him. Angleo never lied to him – well, he probably lied sometimes. Angelo explained that Michael was an Angel and he possessed great powers. Michael has survived because he had potent healing abilities; even from incurable cancer, Michael had survived (or revived, perhaps). In the wrong hands, those powers would be very dangerous and the most wrong hands possible had been looking for him. Those hands belonged to his birth father, Jethro Renton-Mass.
To delay Jethro, Michael would need to hide. They couldn't tell Matt and Cyrus he was alive and Michael couldn't see his dads for a long time. Angelo told Michael that he would need to develop his powers and, most importantly, he had to be a good person. Michael had to become selfless without being self-neglecting, helpful without being servile and he had to be good without being naïve.
Michael was fifteen when Jethro Renton-Mass found him. By then, Michael knew Jethro was his biological father, but he would never be Michael's dad. Michael had dads and he loved them; one day he hoped to see them again, though Angelo could make no promises about that.
Michael felt challenged by Jethro's powers, his character, his charisma and his influence. However, Michael knew immediately that he did not like the man and he never would. Jethro forced Michael to heal a mortally wounded Timmy; Timmy was a malevolent little shit who would have been better off dead. But, Michael couldn't do that – he couldn't just let Timmy die.
Timmy had been injured in a conflict with the SEX Men, a team of well-intentioned heroes let by Angelo. Michael's dads were on the team and so was a man named Max. Max had tried to save him; Michael had been desperate to be saved so he could be reunited with Matt and Cyrus.
But that wasn't to be.
Matt and Cyrus still didn't know Michael was alive.
One night, a few weeks ago, Michael was being transported to a new location. Someone, he didn't know who, had helped him to escape Jethro's custody. Michael didn't know where to go, but he knew he couldn't go home.
First, Michael knew that going home would only take danger to his dad's door. Second, he didn't know who had helped him escape and therefore, did not know who to trust. Third, he was scared. Michael was scared to see his dads again.
Michael's mysterious rescuers had given him rations, clothes, money and a phone. The phone was untraceable and Michael used it to find a place to go. Somewhere no-one would think to look for him, but where he would feel safe.
Michael travelled for three weeks after his escape. The journey needn't have taken that time but he wanted to avoid CCTV, cities, train stations and bus stations; so Michael stuck to small, local roads, walking most of the way. He stayed in small towns on Airbnb, took occasional taxi's, hitchhiked and generally meandered unpredictably up and down the country to avoid being tracked or traced.
It was a Friday afternoon at the beginning of November when Michael decided it was time.
Michael walked up a quiet avenue. The road from the town centre was straight and lined with houses before curving and giving way to flats and cheaper homes that were mostly shared by students. Michael had been watching one student in particular; he had found the young man using his phone and searching social media. Michael had come a long way to find him, and he found him in a small house he shared with four friends.
Michael pressed the doorbell.
Michael was lucky that the person he was looking for was the one who answered the door. He was wearing a baggy t-shirt on his medium sized frame; he was half a foot taller than Michael with coiffed blonde hair with blue streaks through it and his smile was very warm.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," Michael replied stupidly – stunned by his beauty and familiarity.
"Are you... ok there?" the lad asked warmly, but now bewildered.
"You've changed your hair," Michael commented.
"Eh. Ok," he replied. "Sorry, but do I know you?"
"Hello, Jack..." Michael said.
It must have been the combination of his face, his voice and the name that suddenly triggered his memories and Jack's face turned form one of warmth to one of shock. Jack Harbour knew exactly who this stranger on his doorstep was; he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for this boy.
But wasn't he dead?
"It's me... It's Michael," Michael replied.
NOT FOUND
It was three weeks since Raphael had gone missing.
The SEX Men became aware that the armoured vehicle transporting the boy from De Burs Airforce Base had been intercepted in the dead of night. However, the team were at something of a disadvantage. No, not because they had Milo on the team, but because they were missing too much information. Angelo was unable, or as Matt suspected unwilling, to provide an image of Raphael. Therefore, their search threw up lots of missing persons, and people who were found, but turned out not to be the boy they were looking for.
Angelo had spent three years hiding the teenager from Jethro Renton-Mass. Thus, he insisted he had no pictures to protect Raphael's identity while he was in protective custody.
Which brought them to another disadvantage. They didn't know who had intercepted Raphael's transfer or what their motivation was. The SEX Men's investigation led them to conclude the intercept was professionally planned and they had let Raphael go.
Again, why?
"The most likely candidates for an operation like this are RUGBY or ORB," Angelo declared.
"Maybe, but if they knew about Raphael and who and what he was, why would they let him go? We both know they've used nu-men in the past," Matt replied. "Why would they not recruit someone as powerful and valuable as Raphael appears to be?"
"Sorry, was I not paying attention again?" Milo asked, turning to Jay. "Are we meant to know what rugby orb is? Because I thought a rugby ball was more of a prolate spheroid?"
Everyone looked at him.
"How do you know the term prolate spheroid? Yet, last week, I used the word condescending and you thought I meant when water vapour turns to liquid." Matt asked incredulously.
"Well, you asked it in a really patronising tone," Milo replied unironically.
"RUGBY and ORB are security services for the Albion Commonwealth," Matt moved on.
"Like MI5, the Glasstower, the SEX Men..." Jay listed.
"Are we really not calling ourselves Denego Potentia anymore?" Angelo asked seriously.
Milo grinned mischievously because it had been his mission for nearly a year for the team to adopt the SEX Men as its permanent title.
"RUGBY stands for Reconnaissance Unit, Green Bench Yeoman. They're comprised of middle ranking secret service servants who answer to the House of Commons. They serve the intelligence interests of elected officials," Matt explained.
"ORB stand for Officer of the Red Bench. Basically the same thing but they serve the interests of the House of Lords," Angelo elaborated. "Both were created to provide direct intelligence contacts to any and all elected or appointed officials in government. The likes of MI5 or MI6 technically answer to the governing party whose interests change."
"So you think the RUGBY ORB might have rescued Raphael?" Milo asked.
"I think they would have had the expertise, the resources and maybe the foresight to have arranged it," Matt agreed.
"You could ask Tomaz," Angelo said reticently.
"You fucking ask Tomaz," Matt replied huffily.
"Who is Tomaz?" Jay asked.
"He was one of us. Part of the team before..." Matt tried to think how to phrase things. "When Michael died, Cyrus and I left the team. Before that, the SEX Men comprised Angelo, Cyrus, myself, Gideon and Tomaz."
"Tomaz was poached to join ORB," Angelo revealed.
"And the other guy? Gideon?" Jay enquired.
"We don't know," Matt answered.
"Oh, will that come up later do you think?" Milo asked Jay sweetly.
"I'm not asking Tomaz," Matt said flatly. "One, we didn't part on the best or terms. Two, ORB are not well known for interagency cooperation."
"Is there a three?" Jay prompted helpfully.
"Yea. Three, he's a dick," Matt added.
"I heard dick. I'll talk to it. I mean, my mouth will be full but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make," Milo said enthusiastically.
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Angelo decided. "I'll reach out to Kash. See if the Glasstower knows anything."
"Good idea," Matt replied. "We also need to discuss what we're doing about Timmy."
For a second, Matt's eyes glided towards Milo, but kept his thoughts to himself. Miraculously, Milo didn't add anything stupid.
"We should have a full team meeting about all this," Matt added.
"Agreed," Angelo replied. "Hopefully by the time we do, another agency will have done the hard work of finding Raphael for us."
But Angelo did not agree. Quite the opposite. Angelo knew the day was coming when Matt and Cyrus would find out the truth about Michael and he wasn't ready to loss his friends. Angelo would do everything in his power to hide the secret, the lie and the betrayal for as long as possible.
BE SOCIABLE
"Come on, I can't do all the work," Timmy encouraged.
It was Friday lunchtime at Grey Manor High School and Timmy had to admit, he'd loved going back to school. It was all a ploy to get Cole to use his powers for nefarious purposes but Timmy had grown to like Cole and he liked being around high school boys. The school uniforms, the affectionate insults, the loitering, the playfulness and the locker room smells were all a real perk of his mission. Changing Cole's nature would take time which was fine because Cole's powers needed a lot of work, but Timmy was happy to help with that. In fact, Cole exploring his erotic powers factored in nicely to Timmy's project to completely humiliate all the bullies who had hurt Cole.
"I don't think I'm comfortable making suggestions," Cole said. "They've stopped bullying me..."
"Yea, and started on Zihan," Timmy muttered innocently.
"What?" Cole looked crestfallen.
"Yea, you haven't noticed?" Timmy replied. "He's a short Cantonese boy with an accent, of course he's being bullied."
"By Seth and his friends?" Cole asked.
"They'll never learn unless we teach them," Timmy said with a shrug.
Seth and his friends antagonised everyone but their comments about Zihan were something Cole would notice now and extrapolate into more than it really was. As a bullied boy, he Cole would want to save someone else he saw as a victim.
"Here," Cole said as he handed over his phone.
Cole had opened the Now!Watch app which was used to instantly share updates, pictures and live or prerecorded videos to followers. The handle of the user on screen was Ozzy2006Born which Timmy assumed was a riff on the name of the tiresome, drug addled rockstar. Timmy knew the bully better as Oz something. Timmy looked at his follower count: 11,000 followers on social media? What could possibly go wrong?
Timmy played the selected post was dated from two days ago 01-Nov-23, which involved Oz being really boring and tedious about protein and carbs but he did flex a lot with his shirt off and men in their fifties told him how hot he looked, which apparently wasn't a red flag.
"Well, that's interesting," Timmy said as he handed back the phone.
"You think you can do something with that?" Cole asked.
"I'm sure I'll think of something," Timmy replied.
A commotion across the lunch room drew almost everyone's attention as Lucas and Blacke started play fighting. The football team of assholes (Timmy really needed a better collective noun for Cole's bullies) tended to sit together at breaktimes; the socialised in and out of school and, honestly, they were a fun bunch.
Timmy would have liked them under other circumstances. It was ironic in a way because Timmy wasn't punishing them out of an innate sense of justice. He was punishing them for bullying Cole so that Cole would join the team against the SEX Men. Timmy hadn't really cared about the fact they bullied, mocked and intimidated Cole; stripped him, embarrassed him, exposed him, taken pictures of him, came on him, made him pleasure them and a whole host of other nasty things...
Timmy really hadn't cared and yet helping Cole was rewarding. Redressing the wrongs, not only to have fun at the boys expense but also to help Cole, was unexpectedly satisfying.
Lucas and Blake had their blazers off and Lucas had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Lucas and Blake had been wrestling, verbally and physically, about something Timmy and Cole couldn't make out.
Lucas got the upper hand, overbalanced Blake and pulled his friend onto his lap. There were hoots and cheers as Lucas smacked Blake's ass. Even through the fabric of his school trousers, it must have stung. Timmy had spanked and been spanked a bunch of times and it could be fun; watching Lucas make proper, hard smacks on Blake's ass was exciting.
Blake had been laughing and playing along but his struggle was real now and the noises he made were of genuine anguish. Blake pulled himself off... that is to say, freed himself from Lucas' grip and stood up, rubbing his sore butt. Timmy couldn't be sure, but he thought he could see a semi in Blacke's trousers but it was hard to tell.
The audience had been interactive with cheers and clapping and now the show was over, they went back to eating. However, Timmy was thinking, but that was for another day.
Timmy decided to think about how to embarrass Oz using his social media profile. Thus, it was fireworks night, the fifth of November, before his filthy idea was fully formed. Mostly the problem was how to be in the room to give Oz instructions while he made his Now!Watch video.
In the end, it was Cole who offered the answer.
"Oz sometimes gets someone else to film things for him," Cole pointed out. "I always assumed it was one of his friends. Lance or Landon, probably, because they make Now!Watch videos too."
"Noted," Timmy said with a wicked grin.
The fucking twins made social media videos? Happy days! Timmy checked one of them out; it had been made during the summer and the brothers were topless in a sunny climate, wearing board shorts and sunglasses. The joked about how hard it was to be in the sun when it was so hot and then queer baited their fans by cupping each other's faces and leaning in to kiss.
But the fucking twins didn't kiss! Lance and Landon giggled as they were repelled each other like magnets at the last second and the video ended.
"So, I can offer to film Oz's special video and he won't mind?" Timmy proposed.
"That's nice of you," Cole said sarcastically.
Timmy didn't know Cole could do sarcasm.
"Do you want to watch it at home or be there for the live performance?" Timmy asked.
"You're going to stream it live online but..." Cole hesitated.
"I understand, Cole," Timmy said sympathetically. "You still feel bad for these guys even though they ruined your life and relentlessly tormented you. Didn't they post a picture of your bare ass on the bulletin board last year?"
"I mean, when you put it like that... It's still bad." Cole groaned miserably. "I'm a bad person, Timmy. Good people don't get revenge."
"Nonsense," Timmy admonished. "Name one time in history that good people... that the side of right, or whatever... ever got anything by asking nicely? Change has to be fought for, Cole. Ending tyranny has to be taken."
"Tyranny? They're not Horace Hump," Cole referenced the former President of the Federated American Republic.
He's dead now.
"Yea, well, that fat fuck had a hamburger induced stroke. Your bullies are getting off easy compared to him," Timmy said.
Timmy realised too late that he was being a little too much like himself and needed to reign it in. He put an arm around Cole's shoulder and hugged him.
"Come with me, eh? Be sociable. Come and watch Oz manscape himself and then watch it again when you get home," Timmy encouraged. "It'll be funny. No permanent harm, I promise."
Timmy had told Cole what he planned to make Oz do for his next video and it was a good one. Making the proud, manly boy shave all his hair off was substantially harmless and impermanent, but ripe for embarrassment.
"Temporary harm though," Cole tittered. "It'll take months to grow back."
"I know," Timmy agreed with a chuckle.
NOW!WATCH
Cole knew where Oz lived and it was as simple as knocking the door.
"What do you want?" Oz asked hotly when he saw who it was.
Oz was a big bastard – a hunky, hulky lad who had more muscle than brains. If he only had a brain, he would have been suspicious. Surely, Timmy thought, the others had warned him?
"Hi Oz, is your mummy and daddy home?" Timmy asked.
"Whit?!" he asked irritably.
"I mean, that's not even a real word!" Cole complained.
"You're not a real word," Oz said.
Timmy looked at Cole and raised his eyebrows. Cole shrugged.
"Right. Good talk. I just need to know if I need to brain wash your parents who I'm starting to think are brother and sister," Timmy scorned. "So where the fuck are they, stupid?"
"They're at church," Oz replied without knowing why he hadn't said "fuck you," like he intended.
"Great. Let us in," Timmy demanded.
Oz opened the door wide and admitted Timmy and Cole into the foyer. It was a nice house. Timmy came from money and not very upper class money like Oz; proper, filthy, stinking, tax write-off, labour exploitation, mansions (plural), helicopter pad on yacht rich. Oz had the kind of money that allowed a five bedroom house with a gym though and it was the gym they were interested in.
"Let's go to your gym," Timmy said. "Lead on, McDuff."
"Who's McDuff?" Oz ask.
"Good lord!" Timmy uttered at the lad's stupidity.
"You know the quote is actually..." Cole started to say.
"Lay on, McDuff. Yes, I know," Timmy interrupted. "I'm not stupid. Who do you think I am, him?"
Oz saw the thumb hooked in his direction, but he wasn't following the conversation. Cole sniggered though and that was annoying. Why was he taking these fuckers to his gym?
Timmy eyed Oz up. The hunk was tall and broad, dark skinned, with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing shorts and a vest that were dry so Timmy figured this was what he wore around the house or he was about to use the gym anyway. Oz glided silently on the wooden floor – his feet were covered by socks that were pulled halfway up his thighs. Timmy half expected a stomping sound every time the lad stepped, but he was actually quite light on his feet.
Still an idiot though.
The gym was equipped with a treadmill, exercise bike, weights and a few things Cole didn't even know what they were. Cole had heard rumours that people could get free stuff from sponsors if they had lots of followers on Now!Watch, but didn't know what counted as a lot.
"We thought you might like to make a video for your rabid followers?" Timmy suggested pleasantly.
"I take commissions, but you gotta pay," Oz replied bluntly.
Timmy chuckled humourlessly.
"Oh, I assure you, you are the one who's going to pay," Timmy replied. "Show us your biceps."
Oz might have done it anyway but he obeyed Timmy's command, curling his upper arm to show a thick and muscular bicep. In his armpit was a fuzz of black hair. For now.
"Phone? Unlock it and give it to me," Timmy ordered.
Oz complied immediately.
Timmy opened the Now!Watch app and prepared to start a live video feed.
"You're going to make a special video for all your fans. You're going to walk into that shower room, strip naked and shave all your hair off," Timmy said.
"What? No I'm not!" Oz protested.
However, even as he objected, the young man was starting to believe it was his idea.
"I can't be naked in the video, I'm seventeen! It'll get taken down," Oz pointed out triumphantly.
"Eventually, yea. But by then, just think of all the pervs who will have saved it?" Timmy teased.
Oz blanched at the mere thought.
"It'll probably be mostly men. Gay men looking at your naked, hairless, teenage body," Timmy mocked him. "Jerking off and looking at your ass and dick."
"Did you really make Sean shower with his clothes on? And tell OB not to wash his clothes?" Oz asked with the sinking inevitability of his own humiliation.
All his bravado was gone.
"Make sure you cover the goods while you shave. We don't want the moderators taking the live feed down before you're done," Timmy said.
Oz lunged for Timmy, his arms out to throttle him or punch Timmy's stupid face. Timmy sidestepped him and glared resentfully. Cole had tensed and half barked out a "watch out," before Timmy reacted.
"Stop!" Timmy commanded. "You'll regret that. Now, make sure you enjoy yourself. Really sell the aesthetic of shaving and don't talk to us, talk to your followers."
"Ok," Oz said brightly.
"Let's begin," Timmy said.
"Hi everyone, it's Ozzy06Born. Make sure you click follow if you like my videos and tag me if you're sharing my content with friends on other platforms," Oz told his 11,000 followers.
Timmy could see the live feed was only being watched by 50 people but he expected things would quickly pick up.
"Today, I thought I'd share my ideas for how to make your muscles look bigger and better," Oz continued.
Oz flexed again and then crossed his arms to lift his vest from the bottom. It went up and over his head before Oz tossed it across the gym. Oz's big, broad chest was magnificent. Against his dark skin was a peppering of black hairs in the centre of his chest and across his pectorals. It trickled from between his pecs to his belly button; then, below his navel, a triangle of black hair narrowed until it disappeared inside his shorts.
"See this?" Oz said as he massaged his chest with his fingers.
Oz's fingers danced across his left nipple to run them through his armpit.
"I'm gonna shave it all off, baby," Oz grinned into the camera.
Oz turned away and led Timmy and Cole towards the shower room in the corner of his home gym. There were two doors in the bathroom; one of them from the gym and the other into the main hall of the house. It had a shower, bath tub, sink and toilet; there was also heated towel rail and shelves of beauty products and grooming paraphernalia.
Stopping at the sink, Oz leaned against it and pulled off his socks. Then he started taking items off a shelf above the sink.
Timmy didn't need to speak to control this dummy, but stupid people could be hard to control in other ways. Sometimes, they literally did not understand commands. Timmy felt that push back now and he inferred that Oz was not the manscaping type. Timmy would need to tell him what to do.
Oz picked up his electric razor.
"I like to use the Power Saber 3000 by Parry & Riposte. Parry & Riposte, a cut above the rest," Oz said.
Timmy hadn't made him say that. Timmy and Cole both rolled their eyes at the shameless sponsorship advertising. It sure answered the question about whether he got free stuff for his stupid Now!Watch videos.
Oz inserted a trimmer attachment and turned the razor. It buzzed as he carefully removed the hair from his chest and then proceeded to scrape it through his armpits. The viewer count had leaped up to 300 and Oz already had a dozen new followers. The trimmer had removed most of the hair from his chest and pits and the wiry, black hairs now lay in curls on the floor. Some of the short hairs were on Oz's bare feet and he shook them off.
"You'll just need to trust me while I do this bit," Oz chuckled.
Oz stood up and pulled the front of his shorts out with his thumb hooked into the waistband. Looking up into the camera, Oz dared to flash his pubes. Timmy had to be careful he didn't film anything indecent too early, but he was confident he'd get away with the seventeen year old flashing his pubes... oops, a bit of cock root might have flashed too.
Oz kept his penis covered, the waist band stretched out in front of him, as he dipped the Diamond Shard 3000 inside the shorts and sheared away his pubes. Timmy silently communicated the need to be very thorough. Timmy smiled and nudged Cole with his free elbow, tilting his head down.
Cole looked to see Oz's pubes falling out the bottom of his shorts. Lots of thick, black pubes piled on top of Oz's feet as he shook the hair out the legs of his shorts.
"There, that's the first step," Oz told his followers. "Look at that."
Oz put both arms behind his head and thrust out his chest so his upper body was posed in all its glory. The trimming had already added something to Oz's look; even though he still had a mighty physique, Oz had suffered a loss of masculinity that he had been proud of.
The viewer count was ticking up to 1000. Another 50 new followers. Text messages from the team were coming in too:
[WTF dude!]
[Lol. Watching your shave. I mean show.]
[Men are meant to have hair, you fucking pussy!]
"Now, I'm going to make things really smooth," Oz told Now!Watch.
Oz lifted a shaving kit and walked to the walk-in shower. He turned it on and water rained down on the shirtless, barefoot lad in shorts which were wet within a few seconds. The shorts clung to his skin, emphasising his muscular thighs, juicy glutes and outlining his penis.
"Today, I'm using the Diamond Cutlass Close Shave 3000 by Parry & Riposte, a cut above the rest," Oz said as he opened the shaving kit and pulled out supplies that he lined up on a shelf beneath the showerhead.
At least he was still plugging products for advertising, Timmy thought. It might make his video even more popular than the 1200 viewers of his live show. The number was counting up every second as the word spread and the live link was shared. The fuck hot wet lad was about to get more attention than he knew what to do with.
"I always use Seafoam shaving cream by Parry & Riposte because they're a cut above the rest," Oz said as he squirted shaving cream onto his hands and applied it over his wet chest. "You should always use warm water to soften the bristles and open the pores. It makes the shave closer and easier."
Oz wasn't as stupid as he had seemed because he actually seemed to know something about what he was talking about now. When it came to manscaping though, Timmy's silent mind control was doing most of the work. Although Oz's mental resistant was less than pathetic, Timmy could still feel the effort and desire to defy.
Oz drew the razor across his skin and slowly began to remove the remaining hair from his chest. 2000 Now!Watch users were now watching Oz turn his pits form a masculine landscape into a boyish and baren land. Then, without enjoyment, Oz removed his pleasure trail. With his upper body now smooth, Oz rinsed everything and rubbed himself all over under the running water.
Showing off his muscles and his glistening chest was a peacocking moment.
"I'm eh... going to need to cover up my bits for the next part," Oz said with a nervous laugh.
Oz dipped his hand into his shorts and pushed them all the way down to his ankles. Timmy compelled Oz to step out of them and the lad was now naked. A hand was cupping his genitals (more or less).
"Sorry, it's a bit big to cover with one hand," Oz said immodestly.
Oz splashed out of the shower and sat down again, draping a fluffy white towel over his lap to cover his substantial penis and testes. The root of his thick meat was hinted at, implied, teased... but not shown so as to avoid the live video being taken down.
The viewer count had shot up to 3000 and his followers now numbered 12,500. Oz was a very popular boy. Oz slapped on lots of shaving foam to his pubic area and then methodically scraped it all off with the razor. He rinsed it in the sink between sweeps to remove the excess.
"Last bit," Oz told everyone watching.
Oz reached under the towel and manhandled his balls to lather them with shaving foam. It looked obscene and the way the towel was draped over his groin was almost comical. Oz's penis remained covered but his legs were wide and the towel rode up above his knees as he lathered his scrotum.
Timmy was pretty sure he'd filmed Oz accidentally flashing his balls but since they were covered with cream, it was hard to tell.
Oz lifted the towel with one hand to cover half his abdomen as he reached between his legs with the other hand and rendered his balls hairless too. Beside Timmy, Cole was getting hot and bothered and not because of the steamy shower. It had always been Timmy's hope that Cole would get turned on and when he did, he would direct the horn towards Oz. That was the idea anyway.
"I'll just rinse off now," Oz said.
Oz stood up with the towel covering his genitals but his thighs and upper body were fully exposed. The towel dangled over his penis and testicles and between his legs. Oz walked to the shower and Timmy recorded the lad from the side – the side view of Oz's bare but became a full view of the big, meaty globes as he walked into the shower.
Oz tossed the towel aside as he stepped under the shower. Shaving foam was rinsed to the floor and Oz looked over his shoulder so his face, bare back, bare butt and bare legs were all recorded for posterior. Eh, posterity.
4,500 Now!Watch users were watching Oz live as the video was streaming so even if it was taken down, it would never be complexly purged from the internet. Someone would have it and inevitably share it on every social media platform invented.
Oz turned off the water, which really improved the sound quality.
"That's it..." Oz said as he covered his genitals and turned to face the camera.
Oz was aware that his cock had thickened but wasn't quite hard. It was long and girthy though and barely concealed inside his cupped hands. Oz stepped closer to Timmy for the final gesture of the humiliating live show.
"See how smooth I am?" Oz added.
Then, Oz uncovered his dick and balls and put his hands behind his head to expose his pits too. Oz chuckled.
"Shit, I probably shouldn't have done that because I'm only seventeen," Oz admitted. "I guess Now!Watch will have to censor this?"
Oz dropped his hands which slapped on his wet thighs and then he caressed his inner thigh with one hand and tugged his flaccid, five inch dick with the other. It was here the video ended.
"That was great, Oz," Timmy complimented.
The live video was now consigned to Oz's feed where the view count was still climbing. Timmy guess it would take at least 15-30 minutes for it to come to the attention of moderators, depending on if anyone reported.
"Did he pop a semi-because you were lusting after him?" Timmy asked Cole.
Cole had only recently discovered he had sensual abilities. He hadn't really thought about the effect his horniness might have on Oz's show.
"Oops?" Cole replied – it clearly hadn't occurred to him.
Timmy put Oz's phone down and pulled his own out of his pocket.
CUMEUPPANCE
"How about we make another little video? Just for us this time?" Timmy suggested.
"They might take my account down for that, you bastard!" Oz responded.
Timmy had eased up on the undercurrent of compliance. Although this meant Oz was now calling him a "bastard," Timmy kind of liked the pathetic resistance. Being so ineffectively challenged by a weak opponent who was about to humiliate himself gave Timmy a warm feeling.
"Sit down and jerk off," Timmy ordered Oz.
The big lad growled but obeyed, sitting with his legs spread. In his semi-hard state, Oz was still floppy enough for the long tube of meat to dangle. Thus, the thick snake between his legs rested between his thighs like a third leg. Oz petted his cock and then gripped it in his hand and started stroking.
"Are you really recording me?" Oz asked.
"Yea. I was thinking I could post it to the Grey Manor Socials page," Timmy laughed as if he was joking.
Oz knew Timmy wasn't joking. The football team all knew Timmy had posted an embarrassing nude of Caleb and Hayden while claiming it was an accident. Once he was fully erect, Timmy and Cole were very impressed. Oz's cock was more than seven and a half inches long. It was thick and blinked every time Oz's hand swiped the foreskin upwards.
Timmy had taken the lead throughout the episode, but the very fact Cole was there indicated progress; Timmy was patiently introducing Cole to moral ambiguity and selling revenge as comeuppance. However, Timmy needed Cole's help with the next part.
Timmy held his phone in his left hand and then put his right hand on the small of Cole's back. Cole looked at him and smiled before Timmy slid his hand down, tugging Cole's t-shirt free from his jeans. Timmy dipped his whole hand into Cole's jeans and underwear, grabbing Cole's bare arse cheek.
Timmy gasped and Oz looked disgusted.
"Are you fingering that homo?" Oz asked.
"Maybe you should finger yourself," Timmy replied.
Oz reached between his legs with his free hand and started to tease his hole with his finger tip. Meanwhile, Timmy continued to squeeze and caress Cole's ass. He wanted to excite the boy so that his excitement would pour into Oz. Cole's powers were immature but practice makes perfect.
Oz sighed with pleasure – too proud to moan and admit it felt good as he slid his finger inside. Oz couldn't believe he was doing this! Fingering himself and jerking off while those two watched him and recorded it!
How was Oz going to face his friends at school? Not just his friends but everyone at school would have seen his shaving video. Every time he was in the shower, they'd see his smooth skin. Oz was too stupid and egocentric to realise this was exactly how he had made Cole feel: injustice, humiliation and fear.
Cole was rock hard in his jeans – he didn't have a 7.6 inch cock but looking at Oz's was enough to make his average dick leak. When Cole leaked, so did Oz. Oz squirted a shot of liquid goo so that Cole and Timmy thought he was cumming already. Soon, but not quite, Oz would cum.
Timmy didn't actually finger Cole – he guessed the boy wasn't ready for that kind of overture – but he did stroke up and down the crack with a finger. The crack was nice and humid from excitement and the steamy shower, so Timmy's finger glided through the moisture. His slick finger dared to probe Cole's hole without actually penetrating it.
Oz started moaning loudly, which announced the arrival of his orgasm. Timmy looked at the screen of his phone to make sure he recorded the big moment. Timmy chose his moment to press his fingertip against Cole's sphincter so he was a single push from entering the ring.
Oz shot then thick and ropey shots of cum. The volume was impressive, showering Oz in his own seed. The blasts were thick and more than Oz had ever felt ejected from his balls. Cole could see the load was abnormal and realised he had precipitated it. Spunk was all over Oz's smooth chest and abdomen with gravity pulling it down to his groin where he was so smooth, he could almost wipe it clean by hand.
"Wow, that was neat," Timmy said.
Timmy stopped his video and pulled his hand from Cole's jeans. Cole couldn't believe that had happened. Looking at Oz covered in his own mess, Cole almost felt sorry for him.
"For years you bullied Cole," Timmy challenged Oz. "Now you know how it feels to be powerless. Do you want to tell him you're sorry?"
Timmy already knew the answer – which was why he asked.
"Fuck you, Cole. You're a fucking pussy. You'd be nothing without your new friend," Oz spat.
"You still don't see that what you did to me was wrong?" Cole asked disappointedly.
Timmy kept his face straight. Who knew you could manipulate minds without mind control? Timmy had pressed Oz's mind to make his response especially objectionable and unrepentant. Just what he needed to make sure Cole remained committed to the cause.
"I won't let you hurt my friend ever again," Timmy warned Oz. "You and your friends are going to learn that lesson."
"Get out before I make you," Oz boasted.
The threat was undermined by the big bastard being hairless and covered in jizz.
"Let' go. Actually, give me a second, will you?" Timmy said to Cole.
Cole left the room so Timmy could talk without being heard.
"If I'd been here myself I'd have made you suck my cock and posted the video of you begging for it online," Timmy warned. "I'd have ordered you to bend over that sink and fuck you so hard your dad would think you were in a fight."
Oz looked at Timmy with disgust.
"And when your daddy came in to check on you, I'd make you tell him..." Timmy improvised. "Dad, I just love being fucked in the ass. I'm the biggest cock slut in school."
"You're a monster," Oz said.
"Don't tell anyone," Timmy ordered.
THREE WEEKS LATER
LOOKING GOOD
"And then I asked him to work on being so annoying," Matt concluded.
"Sure. And what did Milo say?" Cyrus asked.
"He asked if I meant being more or less," Matt replied and he guffawed.
Cyrus laughed too – he liked hearing Matt laugh. It was like music or a hug , it felt nice. Matt complained about Milo not taking things seriously, not paying attention and generally being daft. However, he spoke about Milo with great affection and warmth. Milo was cheeky boy with an infectious and adorable demeanour.
Milo made Cyrus think of his son. He wondered if Michael would have turned out that way.
"Sorry I missed it," Cyrus said.
There was a moment of silence before Matt replied.
"I've not seen you for a while, Cyrus," Matt said.
They were talking on the phone which, in a way, was case in point. They had not seen each other for a while because Cyrus was avoiding his husband (separated). After everything that had happened: Cyrus being captured by Jethro, saved by Max, Jethro trying to kill them all, Max dying and then the separated spouses having sex behind their partners backs... it seemed prudent to keep their distance.
They met at the Racetrack to discuss developments but Cyrus avoided being alone with Matt. There were a few reasons Cyrus had chosen this path. 1) he didn't want to cheat on his partner Jeffrey (again), who is a good man. 2) he didn't want Matt to cheat on his partner, Jay. 3) it would be destructive for the team for him rekindle things with Matt. 4) Cyrus really didn't know how he felt about Matt anymore.
Lossing their son had wounded them both very deeply.
"I'll see you soon," Cyrus promised vaguely.
Cyrus was saved from elaborating by the return of Jeffrey, who was taking his coat off in the hall as Cyrus and Matt said goodbye. Cyrus was on his feet to greet Jeffrey who was pleasantly surprised to be so warmly received.
"Let's go to bed," Cyrus said urgently.
"But I'm not sleepy," Jeffrey replied impishly.
"Neither am I. Let's go to bed," Cyrus repeated.
Cyrus led his lover upstairs and he was dimly aware that he was avoiding talking about, thinking about or dealing with his feelings about Matt by fucking Jeffrey. He liked fucking Jeffrey, obviously. However, Cyrus didn't like the dissonance caused by his competing loyalties.
Cyrus was still married to Matt, but they were separated. He had cheated on Jeffrey by having sex with Matt five months ago. It had been a mistake. Now, Cyrus assuaged that guilt by taking Jeffrey's clothes off and falling into bed with him.
Naked on the bed, they writhed and frotted.
"You know, I can change my appearance," Cyrus teased. "I could look like anyone you want."
"You're the one I want," Jeffrey replied.
Jeffrey really was a wonderful man. Jeffrey pressed himself against Cyrus and kissed him. Their dicks were hard and rubbed against each other. Jeffrey turned around so Cyrus could tease his ass.
"You sure you don't want me to look like that hot waiter from the other night?" Cyrus teased.
"Ha, I didn't realise you'd seen me looking," Jeffrey laughed.
"Maybe you could persuade him to join us," Cyrus rejoined as he pressed his cock against Jeffrey's hole.
Jeffrey's mind control powers would make it easy to turn their lovemaking into a threesome.
"I think we should be exclusive," Jeffrey insisted.
Cyrus slid his erection up and down the crack of Jeffrey's ass, smearing it with precum and then returning to the sphincter. Cyrus pressed his cock inside his lover and felt the ring tighten around the shaft like the grip of a fist.
"Then you're going to have to make me do all the things you want," Cyrus whispered.
"I want you to love me," Jeffrey replied softly. "I want you to make love to me."
But, Cyrus knew what Jeffrey had really meant.
JUST FRIENDS
Michael had been cold and Jack's bed was warm – that was the only reason the boy had climbed into it beside the gorgeous eighteen year old. Well... not the only reason! Jack was also very handsome and kind and he made Michael feel safe.
When Michael had turned up on Jack's doorstep three weeks ago, he had been met with surprise and delight. Jack knew it was a miracle he was alive. He had been deeply upset to learn Michael had unexpectedly gotten worse right when he unexpectedly got better. Jack had felt the effect of Michael's embrace; he could literally feel the change inside his body. Jack could never explain this to his parents who put it down to the imagination of a fifteen year old.
Jack didn't believe in magic or superhuman abilities, but he also knew with absolute certainty that it was Michael who had healed him. He didn't understand how, but Michael had healed his cancer.
When Jack finished high school, he moved out to go to university. House sharing with friends was fun Jack worked part time in an Italian restaurant and he even attended classes and studied.
Then Michael turned up on his doorstep.
Michael was quite open about how he had found Jack. Michael looked on social media, using the phone provided by his rescuers, to find out what city Jack was in, where he worked and where he was studying. People posted a lot of personal information online – it was quite worrying, actually. No-one knew who Jack was though; he wasn't a friend, family member or associate. Jack was just a boy Michael knew from hospital appointments three and a half years ago so there was no traceable link.
What there was, was familiarity on both sides and an unspoken debt.
Jack had his arm about Michael, pulling him closer and closing his eyes. It was nearly midnight and Jack didn't make a habit of taking fifteen year old boys into his bed but Michael was like a little brother. Jack didn't know how long Michael would be staying but Michael was laying low and Jack would let him stay as long as he wanted.
"You don't know anything about broken ribs do you?" asked a pained voice that had thrown open Jack's bedroom door.
Jack and Michael sat up while the person who had entered took in the scene of the pair sharing a bed. He didn't like what he saw and his expression darkened.
"Forget it, you're in the middle of something," he said bitterly.
"Oh my god, Neil! What happened to you?" Jack asked.
Jack climbed over Michael to hop out of bed and approached his best friend. Jack was wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt (he had a penchant for tops that were two sizes too big) while Neil was dressed for outdoors. Neil had a beanie hat on, a winter jacket that was zipped, jeans and boots.
Neil's face was bloody from a burst lip and broken skin above his eye which had dripped down half his face.
"I got jumped right after getting off the bus," Neil complained.
Three little bastards had kicked and punched him and didn't even have the decency to steal his phone. They just did it for a laugh.
Michael swivelled around in Jack's bed to put his feet on the floor. There was a camp bed squeezed onto the corner of the room where Michael had been sleeping since reuniting with Jack. Michael was wearing a hoodie and lounge pants to keep him warm but his bare feet were cold the minute they left the covers.
"Shit! Are you ok? You said something about broken ribs?" Jack said as he gently sat Neil down on the chair beside his desk.
Neil coughed at the reminder and he was wracked with pain up his right side. Jack pulled the zip of Neil's jacket down and helped him to shrug it off.
"We should get you to a hospital," Jack suggested.
"No. I'm not doing that. Also, ouch!" Neil complained.
Jack was worried and annoyed. Worried because his friend was hurt and annoyed because he wouldn't get proper treatment.
"I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Neil said petulantly. "I'll go clean myself up."
"Interrupt what?" Jack played stupid. "I'll get a cloth and some painkillers."
Jack knew his best friend thought there was something going on between him and Michael and could not be dissuaded. Neil was acting really very jealous; it was silly, because Jack didn't think about Michael that way (but he suspected Michael had a crush on him). Jack stood up and left the room. Michael had been quiet, but he had been assessing Neil from afar.
Neil had two cracked ribs and one rib fracture but no internal tissue or organ injury; he had a minor supraorbital ridge laceration and a laceration of the upper vermilion border. Neil also had fractured phalanges on his right hand where the skin was broken. The lacerations would heal in a few weeks and the fractures 6-8 weeks, but up to three months to return full strength.
Indeed Michael was powerful, as Angelo and Jethro had foreseen.
Michael stood up and crossed the room before kneeling in front of Neil. They got on ok but Michael could tell Neil was jealous and suspicious. Neil was suspicious of why Michael was in his friend's room for the last three weeks and of the relationship between Michael and Jack.
"Are you ok?" Michael asked gently.
"Fucking peachy. I love getting the shit kicked out of me for no reason," Neil replied bitterly.
The lads had been drunk and rowdy and that was the only reason for it.
Neil felt a little bad for taking it out on Michael who was just trying to be nice. Michael had always been nice. That was the problem – Neil felt threatened by the pretty boy who seemed to be stealing Jack's affection. Plus, Neil was in a lot of pain!
When Michael took Neil's right hand, the young man winced but as Michael massaged the top of Neil's hand with a thumb, the pain melted away in a matter of seconds. The stiffness and guarding faded like an echo getting quieter until it was no more.
"I don't think it's as bad as it looks," Michael commented. "I eh... studied first aid."
"Uh huh," Neil replied but he felt something strange as Michael held his hand.
Michael reached up to touch Neil's rips and an immediate jolt of pain was replaced with a warm sensation like when you wrap your hands around a mug of hot coffee. Once the ribs were healed, Michael pressed hard to make show of checking the apparent injury.
"Nothing cracked or broken," Michael said confidently.
"Who are you, Michael?" Neil asked bluntly. "Who are you really?"
Michael leaned back and withdrew his healing hands.
"Just a friend. Jack's an old friend," Michael insisted. "I just need a place to stay for a while."
"Why? How do you know Jack? You've been living rent free in his room for weeks. You were in his bed," Neil commented.
Michael blushed. It wasn't like he had many chances to get in bed with hot guys. Michael had lived something of a sheltered life up until he was abducted by his father and his shelter was exchanged for captivity.
"You're three years younger than him too and you say you're old friend but I've known Jack since nursery and he's never mentioned you," Neil continued his suspicions.
Neil was worried Jack had been taken in by a scam. Maybe a trafficking thing where he had to harbour sex worker until... something. Ok, he didn't have it all worked out.
"I just need a safe place for a while. Jack's taking care of me," Michael replied unhelpfully.
"Yea, I saw that. You were in his bed," Neil repeated.
"And you wish it was you? Maybe you should just tell him that?" Michael replied bitchily.
"Go fuck yourself, Michael," Neil shot back hotly as he stood up to push past the boy.
Michael felt bad because he hadn't meant to be spiteful about it. He was flattered that Neil thought he could get a guy like Jack or that Jack might be interested. Was Jack interested?
"Jack knew me when we were both sick years ago..." Michael tried to win Neil's sympathy.
Neil stopped and turned. He eyed Michael suspiciously.
"You're his friend from the hospital?" Neil asked. "He mentioned you. But I thought you... Jack heard that you'd..."
Shit! Jack had said he died.
"I got better," Michael interrupted.
"So I found some paracetamol and ibuprofen. Also, some aspirin and a vitamin B supplement," Jack proffered everything. "I don't know what vitamin B does."
Neil swallowed paracetamol and brufen with a gulp of water and accepted a warm, damp cloth from Jack. He started to wipe the blood from his face and hoped the cut on his head wasn't too bad.
"Actually, there's hardly any pain now," Neil admitted and then seemed unsettled by how much better he was.
"The pain killers must have kicked in," Jack said.
"I took them ten seconds ago, Jack," Neil chuckled but it really was strange that the pain was gone.
Neil looked at Michael who had prodded his ribs and hand when they were agonisingly painful – and now the pain was gone. Jack caught the suspicious look and could see Neil's face barely had a scratch thanks to Michael who's healing ability had done his job a little too well.
Michael's touch had already extended its reach from the fractures on Neil's hand and ribs to the lacerations on his face that would be barely more than scratches.
"Good. Not so bad then, eh?" Jack laughed nervously.
"Yea... I got better," Neil said with a leery look at Michael.
NO NUT NOVEMBER
Poor Seth.
He had met Timmy at the beginning of September and hadn't been able to cum since. It was now, nearly, the end of November. The first full month of not cumming had been torture. Obviate Orgasm October had led in to No Nut November. Here Seth was ten weeks later, jerking his big, hard prick and aching to cum.
But he couldn't.
No matter how hard he tried, and Seth was very hard, he couldn't cum.
Seth had tried lube, he'd tried spit, he'd tried touching his hole; he'd tried it in bed, in the shower, in the locker room... Fuck! Why couldn't he shoot?
It wasn't like wasn't horny! Seth could get hard and feel himself getting closer and then, at the last moment, the edge moved farther away. No matter how close to the edge he got, Seth couldn't tip over.
Seth's cock was moist with precum as he rubbed it. His fist pumped up and down. Seth still enjoyed masturbating, but not shooting was making him feel pent up. He grunted with frustration as he released his erection and dropped it with a splat onto his stomach.
The thing was, Seth hadn't believed Timmy was capable of literally telling him not to cum. However, ever since Timmy told him to edge but not cum, Seth had been unable to orgasm. His friends were reporting weird shit too and the more time went by, the more Seth worried that he would have to do the other thing.
The thing that would break the ball lock.
Timmy had told Seth he couldn't cum until May! Another six months?! Even then, the only way out of this was too terrible to imagine. He couldn't do what Timmy told him to do. He couldn't choose that! But to not do it would be to sentence himself to cognitive impotence forever.
Desperately, Seth grabbed his cock and stared jerking again. Maybe this time it would be different...
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.
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.
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