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 05: Two Faces of January
TO GET FROM HERE TO THERE
It hurt when Angelo breathed. This was for a combination of reasons: he had cracked ribs from when Cyrus had attacked him and because he felt unworthy of continuing to exist. He had betrayed his friends by hiding their son from them.
Angelo had good reasons.
However, in the end, he had hurt Matt and Cyrus. Angelo had made hard choices and the consequences had desolated the team. Matt and Cyrus had left a few hours before the new year started and Angelo did not expect to hear from them again.
They would be looking for Michael.
Jethro was looking for Michael.
Jethro had told Matt the truth, but Angelo couldn't decide why? Was it because Jethro thought Matt had a better chance of finding Michael? It was Angelo who had frustrated all efforts and resources in searching for the boy; surely Jethro had figured that out and by now used alternatives?
Which meant Jethro had failed to find his son despite his best efforts.
The mood at the Racetrack was acrimonious. Everyone now knew what Angelo had done and that Matt and Cyrus would not be back anytime soon -- if ever. Neither Jay nor Jeffrey had heard from their lovers for nearly a week, but instead of being united by their respective feelings of rejection, they seemed to take it out on each other.
Jay had a short fuse with Milo who, as a result, seemed withdrawn. For weeks after the mission six months ago, after Max had died, Milo had not been himself. It had taken time for him to return to his usual self and now he seemed traumatised again. Milo had an emotional weakness despite his aloof manner. And yet, Milo was also the most understanding of Angelo's plight.
Steve and Hugh had been less available since the summer with the balance of the SEX Men and university very much weighted towards the latter. Conversely, Jay balanced the team first and his studies second (he was in his second year of his BA Engineering while Steve and Hugh were first years and still acclimatising to the workload).
Angelo wandered from his office to the conference room, which was empty, and then towards the recreation room. The Racetrack used to be boisterous and joyous, but it was now quiet. Steve and Hugh had gone home, Matt and Cyrus were gone and the others were disparate and terse.
It had the feeling of a house with all the children gone.
Angelo found Milo preparing breakfast in the recreation room. Angelo sat opposite him. The base had been quiet in the week since Matt and Cyrus had left and Angelo dreaded to think how alone he would feel in a few days when school restarted and Jay and Milo also left.
"Jay's let me use the toaster again. Do you want some toast?" Milo asked.
"Jay stopped you using the toaster?" Angelo enquired.
"I wandered off to do a thing and left the toaster on and set off the fire alarm," Milo explained.
Milo seldom if ever forgot things as such, Milo's powers were literally all about memory after all, but his disorganised mind made it hard to keep track. One minute he was making toast and the next he was writing an online treatise about leaving all the red skittles until last.
"I don't want toast," Angelo answered.
He had barely eaten for days.
"Will not eating toast make this shitshow better?" Milo asked pragmatically.
"Nothing will make this shitshow better, Milo," Angelo confessed miserably.
"There has to be some way to fix this," Milo insisted. "I know why you did it."
Milo tapped the side of his head. He hadn't meant to look, but he had. Milo knew as well as Angelo why he had made the choices he had about Micheal all those years ago.
"They don't care why I did it, Milo," Angelo said. "It doesn't matter why."
"I think it matters," Milo said glumly.
"You're a condescending prick," Jay shouted behind him as he stormed into the recreation room.
Jay spotted Angelo and Milo in the kitchen area and rolled his eyes. He normally masked his feelings better than that, but everyone was fractious at the moment.
"I'm not trying to condescend..." Jeffrey responded as he followed Jay in.
Jeffrey also spotted Angelo and Milo and similarly failed to hide his annoyance that the argument was no longer private.
"No, you did it effortlessly," Jay replied sarcastically.
"Jay, this isn't helping," Jeffrey put his head in his hands.
"If we can find Matt and Cyrus..." Jay said in a tone that indicated he had said this more than once. "Then we can help them find Michael. Then..."
"Then we can all live happily ever after," Jeffrey interrupted facetiously.
"I believe this was the part where you said, `young man...' in the aforementioned condescending tone of voice that I mentioned," Jay shot back. "Young man, you don't understand..."
Jay's imitation was poor at best.
"I've got a headache," Milo said quietly.
Jay stopped immediately. He looked guiltily at his little brother because he knew how upsetting Milo found arguments and even Jeffrey softened. However, Jeffrey's eyes slid to Angelo and his mood darkened again. The truth was, Jeffrey didn't know if he should or could stay.
Matt and Cyrus might never return to the Racetrack and soon it would just be Jeffrey and Angelo rattling around the base by themselves. Jeffrey, pining for Cyrus, and Angelo, the fucking traitor. However, someone had to keep the mission going. Someone had to keep track of Timmy's progress. They couldn't all just go home and leave Jethro unchecked in his machinations.
"Isn't your speciality telling us what's going to happen next?" Jeffrey challenged Angelo.
"To get from here to there, you need to actually travel," Angelo said metaphorically. "I don't know what's going to happen next. Nothing's coming to me. That means we need to wait and see."
Jeffrey was deeply unsatisfied with this answer.
"So there's no reason why I shouldn't find Matt and help him to find Michael?" Jay said triumphantly.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that," Milo said unexpectedly.
Jay shot him a look of disbelieve and anguish.
"We should leave this thing alone," Milo said quite reasonably.
Milo being reasonable and sensible just didn't feel right.
"We're the SEX Men, with or with Matt and Cyrus. But, we can't be the SEX Men without some of us doing the job. We can't abandon this," Milo insisted.
Milo looked intently at his big brother.
"Matt and Cyrus have left and I hope they come back, but if you..." Milo said, but paused before continuing. "Or, you, me and Jeffrey or any combination go joining them, the team will be totally fucked."
"We shouldn't take sides in this," Jeffrey said quietly.
"See I dunno about that," Jay replied. "I think if we don't make a choice, we have made one."
"I can't help any of you," Angelo said.
He stood up and looked at each of them in turn.
"I've been the leader of this team or one just like it for over forty years. I met Matt and Cyrus twenty years ago," Angelo said. "If I have to rebuild the team then that's the way it is..."
"But?" Jeffrey asked because there was clearly one coming.
"But... Jethro remains out there and dangerous. Plotting, planning, advancing his agendas. He told Matt about Micheal to damage us," Angelo insisted. "There might be other reasons too but I have no doubts his aim was to weaken the team."
"And then there's Timmy," Jay conceded. "Maybe Jethro was buying him more time by keeping us distracted. But, we know he's up to something."
"Well, you scared by boyfriend away so I don't have a whole lot else on," Jeffrey said sarcastically. "I suppose I need a place to be and something to do."
"Good. So, we're agreed?" Milo asked.
He was clearly chuffed with his successful venture as a peacekeeper.
"We stick together... for now," Jeffrey said.
"For now," Jay agreed.
WHERE WE'RE GOING
Matt pressed his cock against Cyrus' hole. His cock was completely hard and slick with lube. As Matt pushed harder, Cyrus' sphincter dilated and accepted the invading phallus. Matt was kneeling on the bed with Cyrus' ass offered too him doggy style.
They were both naked, sweating and hard.
Matt and Cyrus were both in relationships. Matt had been with Jay for just over a year now and Cyrus with Jeffrey for just under a year. They were still married to each other, but there was no question they were being unfaithful. They had been unfaithful once before -- after the mission to rescue Cyrus that had seen a spy and friend called Max die to save the team.
Cyrus gripped the sheets as he felt Matt deep inside him and he pushed his face into the pillow. Neither of them had meant for this to happen and it seemed borne out of frustration and a mutual enmity towards their former friend, Angelo.
They were staying in a safehouse near Glasgow having left Clyde Daer and all their resources behind, but Cyrus used the safehouse to plan missions and conduct research. Matt had just finished showering, leaving the bathroom wearing a towel, when he walked past Cyrus' bedroom. His husband was dressed only in black briefs and his ass had looked fantastic.
Cyrus must have felt Matt's eyes on him.
Matt didn't even try to hide the fact he'd been looking. Falling into each other's arms and then into bed hadn't been intentional. The hadn't planned it. Matt had walked into the room and put his arms around Cyrus' neck and waist like they were going to dance. Instead, he pulled Cyrus closer and their almost naked bodies had touched.
Cyrus had brought his lips to Matt's and the kissing became fervent. Soon, Cyrus had pulled Matt's towel off and tossed it aside, then Matt had dropped to his knees to pull down Cyrus's briefs. Cyrus's cock had been in his face. Matt kissed it and as it hardened, he stroked it, licked it and then took it in his mouth.
And then they were on the bed and Matt was thrusting into Cyrus with great pleasure. When they had been married, they took turns on top; perhaps it was fate that they should do so again. Last year, Cyrus had been on top and this time Matt. Matt had to admit, Cyrus was a much more interesting dominant partner -- his shapeshifting ability allowed him to make his cock bigger, longer, or thicker and to add new dimensions to intercourse using his mighty cock.
Cyrus could feel Matt's cock push and pull. His sphincter was wrapped tight around Matt's erection. It felt good. It was nearly a week since they learned the truth about Michael and their close quarters had been very much like when they were married and living together.
In addition to work, there was housekeeping, meals and long walks to clear their heads. What neither of them wanted to admit was that they weren't getting anywhere.
They had searched facial recognition and police databases, just as they had back at the Racetrack, but were suspicious that FRC and HOLMES2 had been tampered with. A conversation with Kash Spendpence had left Matt suspicious that someone in the intelligence community had pre-emptively impaired their investigation; if Kash himself had done it, was it at Angelo's behest? Had Angelo lied to get the man to help him? It didn't matter. Legal and extra-legal search options were nearly exhausted.
The sex between the husbands was getting closer to a conclusion. Matt pulled out and Cyrus turned around to lay on his back. Matt clamoured between Cyrus' legs, taking up a missionary position. Cyrus's leg folded over Matt's, his foot stoking Matt's calf as Matt pushed back inside. Matt leaned over Cyrus while deep inside him and they kissed again.
Matt's chest against Cyrus's allowed their hearts to beat together. Then, when Matt came, Cyrus put his hand on Matt's face as stoked his stubbled cheek. Matt's weight eased off Cyrus when he sat up and pulled out. Matt knelt between Cyrus' legs while he remained prone but Cyrus reached up and pulled Matt beside him. Matt put his arm around his husband's chest, his softening penis was going limp against Cyrus' hip.
"Do you think he'll even remember us?" Matt asked.
Cyrus hadn't said anything so the question came out of nowhere, however Cyrus had been waiting for it for nearly a week. The fear of what would happen if they found their son was as potent as the fear of not finding him at all.
"Of course he will," Cyrus insisted.
"He escaped Jethro and didn't come to us," Matt replied.
Cyrus didn't have an answer.
"Angelo would be able to tell us..." Cyrus started to say.
"I don't want to talk to that man ever again," Matt said hotly.
"I don't want to talk to him either. What's wanting got to do with it?" Cyrus replied pragmatically. "Angelo would be able to tell us why Michael didn't come home three and a half years ago. Where has he been? Why didn't he come home when he got away from Jethro?"
"All good questions," Matt agreed.
"Does he have friends? From school maybe?" Cyrus said.
"We've tried that already. The one useful thing Kash did find for us was where Michael was abducted from last year..." Matt responded -- refusing to refer to their son as Raphael, the name he had been using when Jethro abducted him from his safehouse. "The safehouse, the GP he was registered with, what school he was going to... none of it led anywhere,"
Matt had succinctly summarised their failure.
"He's sixteen..." Cyrus started to say.
They both knew why Cyrus had faltered. They'd missed his birthday. Again! The day they found out Michael was alive was also his birthday. They had missed four birthdays in the three and a half years since he died.
"He's sixteen now. Surely he would go somewhere? He escaped Jethro nearly three months ago. If he was travelling up and down the country for that time, there would be a hit on some database," Cyrus reasoned. "Someone would have seen him. A camera on public transport, a speed camera, city surveillance... something."
"You talk so sexy sometimes," Matt said sleepily.
It wasn't exactly the most romantic post-coital conversation to have.
Cyrus turned to face Matt. They were both sill naked and although Cyrus hadn't cum, he was now soft. They liked being naked together like this; holding each other. Suddenly, guilt hit Cyrus.
"We shouldn't have done this. I am an idiot," Cyrus admonished himself.
Matt watched Cyrus scramble away. In his heart, Matt still loved Cyrus and if he was honest, he didn't love Jay. Well, he did love Jay, but he wasn't in love with Jay. Matt was in love with Cyrus. The question he wasn't read to ask was: is Cyrus in love with Jeffrey?
Matt climbed out the other side of the bed, but remembered he had no clothes in Cyrus' bedroom -- only his towel. He wrapped it around his waist. In the distance, Matt heard an ambulance siren. All that talk of Michael brought back painful memories of when their son was sick, the hospital, the tests, the treatments...
"Jack," Matt said.
"Who?" Cyrus asked.
"Jack. The boy. His friend. The one who was sick the same time Michael was sick," Matt said excitedly.
"What about him? You know as well as I do, that poor kid probably died around the same time as Michael did," Cyrus said pragmatically.
"Except! Now we know Michael did not die. And, assuming everything Angelo," Matt grudged even saying the name. "...said about Raphael was true, then he has healing powers. Michael has healing powers!"
"You think he healed himself?" Cyrus said and then shrugged. "Makes sense, I suppose."
"No. Well, yes. But, I think he healed Jack," Matt said. "And the effort nearly killed him."
The sound of the ambulance had faded, but the effect it had on Matt's racing mind continued.
"So now we know how Angelo made us believe our son was dead," Cyrus said in a sarcastically congratulatory tone.
"Cyrus, Michael has nowhere to go. No friends or family he can trust. He needs to go somewhere no-one will find him," Matt said. "So what if he looked up someone he knew all those years ago, but who he has no known connection to?"
"Jack?" Cyrus finally caught up. "What was his second name?"
"Harbour," Matt said. "We need to find Jack Harbour."
GET EVEN
Timmy had gone home for the holidays. His dad had a yacht and Timmy had enjoyed sunning himself on the deck while a pool boy fucked another pool boy and then Timmy joined in. He'd enjoyed watching them.
What Timmy had not enjoyed was Jethro Renton-Mass trying to micromanage his mission to recruit Cole. Jethro had accepted that Timmy's plan would take months because he needed things to cool off; the scrutiny following events at De Burs Airforce Base required subtlety and patience.
However, when Timmy reported that Cole was getting cold feet about revenge on his bullies, Jethro accused Timmy of being closer to failure than success. Timmy disagreed and argued, if anything, the setback was a good thing.
It was the first day back at school after Christmas and New Year and Timmy was waiting at the school gates for Cole to arrive. OB passed him wearing a clean uniform and Timmy would have made a joke about that if Seth hadn't beat him to it.
"Are you wearing a new shirt?" Seth asked loudly. "I half expected you to turn up wearing nothing."
The last time Timmy had seen OB, he had made the boy take off the school uniform he'd been wearing non-stop for three months. OB had stripped in the town centre and then walked home.
It was fucking brilliant.
Everyone had heard about it.
As much as Timmy was endeavouring to systematically punish all of Cole's bullies. It wasn't lost on him that the cruelty of some of his revenge plots were nearly as bad as the things they'd done to Cole. That was one of the reasons for Cole's cold feet.
"Hi Seth, your balls still not working?" OB replied.
Seth gave OB the middle finger with both hands. Timmy had commanded Seth to jerk off and edge every day but not cum. Seth had been suffering cum denial for nearly four months now. The two friends, done mocking each other, fist bumped and walked towards the main building. If they had even noticed Timmy, they didn't acknowledge him.
Timmy saw the others arrive too: Sean, Caleb, Hayden and Oz had already been humiliated by Timmy. Showering with clothes on and then undressing in class, fooling around in a cinema and getting caught naked, and posting a shaving video on social media were a diverse set of mortifying plots.
Timmy had been cultivating other ideas for the remaining boys Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon, Ivan and the sadistic PE teacher, Eric.
As a sign of things to come Timmy occasionally gave the boys an appetiser of their impending humiliation. He had made the twins Lance and Landon snog in a Now!Watch video. A proper twincest tongue tangle.
"Hi, Timmy," said Cole.
Timmy had been so busy daydreaming that he'd stopped looking for Cole. When he looked at his friend, Timmy saw Cole had a black eye, swollen mouth and a brace on his wrist.
"What happened to you?" Timmy asked concernedly.
Cole shrugged and looked embarrassed.
"Nothing. I'm ok," Cole lied.
Timmy could tell Cole had lied because he lied so badly.
"Is it broken?" Timmy asked sympathetically as he nodded at the brace on Cole's left wrist.
"No. Just sprained," Cole admitted.
"Alright there, Cole?" said Lucas as he overtook them.
"Oh no, what happened to you?" added Blake who cackled clapped Lucas on the back.
Cole cast his eyes away and the bullies congratulated themselves as they moved on. Again, they seemed to think treating Timmy like he was invisible was better than antagonising or intimidating him. It was a message: we'll leave you alone and you leave us alone.
"Did they do that to you?" Timmy asked angrily.
"No... I mean... I don't remember..." Cole stumbled sheepishly.
That was twice he lied in as many seconds. Timmy stepped in front of Cole and whirled around to face him.
"I could make you tell me," Timmy pointed out. "But I don't want to use mind control on someone who doesn't deserve it. I don't want to use it on a friend."
"I know," Cole responded.
Timmy's face was so earnest and his voice was reassuring. Timmy really was a good friend who had only ever tried to help him. But where had that got him? A black eye, bruised face and a sprained wrist.
"Look, I was already thinking we should stop getting back at the rest of the football team and now..." Cole started to say.
"And now they've punched you in the face, you're even more sure?" Timmy challenged.
Cole nodded.
"The thing is, they didn't know you were going to stop. So when they did this it was because they wanted to make you change your mind," Timmy pointed out. "They didn't come after me. You know why?"
"Because you're cooler than me and they don't hate you?" Cole said.
"Of course they hate me, have you seen what I've done to them so far?" Timmy countered. "No, they went after you because I'm helping you. And, they didn't come after me because they know I'd stand up to them."
"I can't stand up to them, Timmy," Cole said mournfully. "Look what they did the minute you weren't there? The minute I let my guard down."
"I need you to trust me," Timmy said emphatically.
Timmy still wasn't using mind control. He needed Cole to make the choice.
"I know you have no reason to trust me or anyone else. But that's the point of trust, isn't it?" Timmy asked. "If you trust me, I will help you, and they'll never do this to you again. No-one will."
Cole nodded mournfully.
"Ok. What do we do?" Cole asked.
"We punish them," Timmy said emphatically. "They upped their game by doing this to you. That tells us a few things. It was working, they want us to stop and we need to make things worse for them."
"Worse? Worse than Oz posting on social media?" Cole asked. "Or making OB walk home in the buff?"
Timmy chuckled.
"You need to get even and I have an idea," Timmy said. "What do you know about the Flogton Festival?"
Whatever Cole had expected Timmy to say next, that was not it.
"Nothing. I don't even know where Flogton is," Cole admitted.
"It's a small town on the east coast," Timmy elaborated. "It was in the papers a few years ago because a festival they've hosted for nearly a hundred years got a bit racy."
"What kind of festival?" Cole asked bewilderedly.
"A spanking festival," Timmy revealed.
ON THE BARE
The Flogton Festival was held on the second weekend of the new year.
People came from all over Albion; indeed, there were international attendees who came from across Europe, the Americas, Africa and Asia. The festival took place over two days and had once been described as "a perverted celebration of sodomy, gleefully wrapped up in cheap leather and attended by people who get thrills out of depravity and debauchery."
The next year, the Flogton Festival used it as a review for the festival with five stars underneath.
The festival was an event for adults and aimed at celebrating mutual and consensual interests in spanking and associated kinks. There was never any pretence that it was a family day out.
Across the two days there were displays of products for people who wanted to try it at home or explore the thrill of exhibiting their interests. Also, there were competitions for those who wanted to spank or be spanked, often with different categories and prizes. Organisers arranged demonstrations in advance, but there was always impromptu exhibitions too with spectators invited to try things for themselves.
Timmy had been thinking about this for a while. After seeing Lucas and Blake play fight and smack each other in the cafeteria last year, Timmy had been inspired to explore a nice smacking humiliation for the pair. The Flogton Festival coincided nicely with Timmy's plans.
Timmy made sure to tell Lucas and Blake about the Flogton Festival and the unsuspecting pair had no choice but to make it their idea to go. Timmy and Cole took a train across the country to get to Flogton; Timmy could have got a driver from Jethro or a helicopter from his dad but it wouldn't really have fit the high school person he'd been cultivating.
When Timmy and Cole arrived, they were surprised by how open, overt and brazen the festival goers were. Even Timmy was caught off guard. Timmy had half hoped for some guys in leather shorts and handlebar moustaches carrying whips or canes... and ok, yea, there were a few of those guys.
There were twinks wearing collars and butt plug tails that made Timmy think of a pup he'd kept at home. His name was Loki, but his real name was random minion something. There were men with nipple clamps on and a wide variety of belts and buckles. There were men wearing leather trousers with no crotch, or with no ass. Men in jockstraps. Men in diapers (nappies) for an ABDL demo later.
There were men cosplaying as teacher and student; it was difficult to tell who was the dom and who was the sub in some cases.
"This is the most fucked up thing I've ever seen," Cole confided.
Timmy had a lot more sexual experience that Cole, but he had to admit there was a lot to take in.
"I'm not judging," Cole hastened to add.
"Not even that guy?" Timmy nodded.
Cole looked to see a man who was about six foot four with leather braces over his shoulders that attached to a belt; the belt connected to a series of hoops though which the man's erect penis protruded.
"Wow! I don't think I'm old enough to see that," Cole said.
"If anyone asks, you're eighteen. I'll take care of it," Timmy reassured him.
"I don't think I'll ever be old enough for that," Cole laughed.
Timmy liked Cole's nervous giggle, but he could see the boy was enjoying things. Timmy couldn't see Lucas or Blake, but he had looked at the schedule and given them advanced instructions of what events to attend. From the sidelines, Timmy would embellish the details by nudging the minds of the participates.
Cole knew that Lucas and Blake would be punished at some point, but he was squeamish about asking too many questions. Timmy rather hoped that when it all kicked off, Cole's powers would kick in and make things even more exciting.
Meanwhile, the pair wandered around and took in the sights, sounds and atmosphere. They watched a bear of a man getting swatted with a table tennis racket; someone even bought the racket afterwards. A twink got caned. A gorgeous dude with an otter physique was whipped.
Stalls all around the festival sold rackets, canes, whips, paddles, oils, balms, sex toys, lube, photos and memorabilia... it was really a fun day out and Timmy could almost have forgotten he was there to ruin the lives of bullies.
When the time came, Timmy and Cole gathered with everyone else in the town centre where there was a main stage, but in front of that there was something resembling a vaulting horse. Bent over the vaulting horse, one on each side, was Lucas and Blake.
Even though Cole had prepared himself, he was still somehow surprised to see Lucas and Blake bent over and accepting swats to the ass by men holding paddles. Cole had grown accustom to Timmy's powers, but whenever his friend had used them it had been to offer instructions in real time. For Lucas and Blake to be here with their asses being smacked by a queue of men meant that Timmy had ordered them in advance and they had been unable to refuse.
Was there any limit to Timmy's powers?
It made Cole think about his own abilities -- sexual enhancement -- and what dimensions it might hold as he continued to explore it them.
"Wow, you boys are taking this like champions," announced a large man in a grey boilersuit.
The boilersuit was unzipped to reveal a hunky physique with a hairy chest and a splash of pubes; his dick was hidden just below the zip, but the dent in the crotch suggested a meaty penis. The man was in his forties, nearly six feet tall, and had a black moustache with thick black hair that was grey at the temples.
"You boys want to up the wager?" asked another man.
This man was dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt that read "I'm with Stu." He was almost as tall but his physique was not as toned; his stomach tented the t-shirt, but his upper arms were impressive
"What do you have in mind, Pete?" Stu asked.
Stu, the hunk in the boilersuit, twirled the paddle in his hand as he waited for a response. Lucas and Blake were standing upright, looking arrogantly pleased with themselves. Around them, there was at least a hundred people so Timmy and Cole were lost in the sea of faces. The town square was loud with cheers and shouts and braying but the playful exchange could be clearly heard. The men in the centre with Lucas and Blake clearly commanded respect; possibly because they were the lucky bastards who got to spank hot lads.
"How about we spank you on the bare?" Pete suggested.
There was a cheer of support for this idea. The whole crowd wanted to see Lucas and Blake spanked on the bare arse.
"What's in it for us?" asked Blake.
"Top prize money is a thousand," Stu told them.
"A thousand quid?" Lucas quizzed incredulously.
"Do it!" shouted someone.
"We already paddled you with your jeans on and you got two hundred out of it," Pete said. "Are you boys man enough to take the sting on bare cheeks?"
"Or are you little boys!" someone mocked them.
"Oh, we'll do it alright," Timmy muttered.
Cole looked at him and saw concentration on Timmy's face.
"We'll do it," Lucas took the bait from the crowd.
"Yea, we'll do it alright!" Blake agreed.
Both eighteen year olds looked slightly surprised to have agreed, however the cheers of excitement and interest bolstered their confidence. They were both bewildered as to why they'd come to a spanking festival. How the hell had they been roped in to participating in a competition was anyone's guess. Yet, it had been quite fun so far. Through their jeans, the swats to their ass had made the skin warm with the sting of contact.
"Ok, great," Stu said. "Take off your jeans."
Lucas and Blake didn't seem to mind stripping off. Even though they were both outside, in public, surrounded by strangers. Some of this was Timmy's influence, but he hadn't needed to push very hard. Timmy could feel his control was only gentle as he made them strip because the lads were so used to team sports which involved home and away football games and therefore a variety of venues and facilities where they had to take their clothes off.
They both pushed their jeans to the ground and stepped out of them and they had to take off their shoes to get them off. They were now stood in t-shirts, socks and boxers, which received hails and ovations of interest as the show got interesting. There was a professional photographer taking snaps of them and numerous amateur recordings. The jeans and shoes were scooped up by two younger men who had been assisting Stu and Pete during the spanking competition.
"Strip off your underwear," Pete told them.
Lucas and Blake stood side by side as they pushed their underwear down and immediately exposed their penises and buttocks to the crowd. Timmy and Cole were stood at Lucas and Blake's 11 o'clock so they had a more or less full frontal view but with a slightly side view of ass.
"How much for the underpants?" Stu shouted to the crowd as if putting them up for auction.
There was laughter from the crowd who were getting into the spirit of the display.
"How much to make them go home without them?" Stu advanced the joke.
Now there was clapping and jeers of support. As Lucas and Blake surrendered their underwear, which were taken away by the same helpful pair, they should have asked if they'd get them back or not. Timmy rather thought not. The whole festival was real, the public spanking was a genuine event, but the humiliation of Lucas and Blake was manufactured by Timmy.
"There you go, you look great," Pete said.
Lucas and Blake nervously covered their penises. Their genitals were partially obscured by the bottom of their t-shirts but nervous hands tried to cover their dicks and balls while their asses were admired by people around the side and behind them in the circle of spectators.
"Step out here were everyone can see you," Stu told them gently.
They stepped forward. They were now three or four paces from the vaulting horse where they had been swatted with increasingly hard slaps; soon, the spanking would sting even more.
"Why don't you take off your shirts while you're at it?" Pete said.
Cheers.
"Yea!"
Clapping.
"Socks too."
Lucas pulled off his socks first while Blake lifted his t-shirt off by reaching over his head and pulling his top up and over in one swift swipe. Blake's dick was only about two inches small while his balls sagged underneath in a loose scrotum. His chest had only a little hair in the centre, but it was toned and his abdomen was so defined the six-pack abs could be counted even at a distance. A happy trail below his navel and a fuzz of pubes above his penis. Blake's t-shirt and Lucas' socks were taken away and then there was a reversal of fortune as Blake took off his socks and Lucas pulled his t-shirt from the bottom.
There were more hoots and hollers as both teenagers were exposed to the attendees. Timmy smirked as he nudged Cole and tilted his head in the direction of a man who was recording everything on his phone while the professional photographer snapped more pictures of the pair.
"Oh yea, big boy."
This comment was directed at Lucas whose flaccid penis was more than four inches long with big balls. Lucas was hairier than Blake but not by much, his midriff was less defined but his pecs were bigger and juicier. The clapping and cheers were appreciated and helped to dispel the nervousness of being naked in public.
"You're cute too, little man."
This comment only served to emphasise the difference between the pair. When they had their clothes on, Lucas and Blake had been equals. Both tall, toned, laddish guys with the confidence to be smacked in public. Now they were naked and the difference between their chests and stomachs, hairiness and penis size were emphasised and appraised by a hundred men.
Big boy!
Little man!
Lucas blushed and nodded as he handed over his t-shirt. He seemed to be saying; "Ok, yea, thanks."
"Now for the paddles," Stu announced.
If the nudity wasn't exciting enough then watching Lucas and Cole getting spanked was going to be even more fun. The pair were directed back to the vaulting horse were they stood on opposite sides and bent over it. Their asses were on display to different sides of the crowd who could now see the toll the spanking through jeans had taken. There was a warm, red glow to the bottom of their cheeks.
Blake's bare ass was the first to face Timmy and Cole. Cole couldn't decide where to look -- Blake's ass or Cole's floppy penis. Stu stood beside Blake and put a hand on his bare back, between his shoulder blades, which he used to push him over until Blake was nearly bent at 90 degrees. Pete did the same with Lucas on the other side.
They were both now holding different paddles, having exchanged them at some point while the boys were undressing. The new paddles had a handle attached to a longer, broader, almost flat blade. The surface was about 30cm long and 10cm wide and shaped like a short cricket bat.
"One, two, three, four... five," Stu counted off each contact to the bare flesh of the exposed cheeks.
Pictures and cheers continued to sound around the open air venue. Since it was January, it was still quite cold outside; certainly, it was not the kind of climate someone wanted to be totally naked in.
"Around," Stu prompted.
Stu held Blake by his forearm as he guided the nude eighteen year old around the vaulting horse for the next five swats. Blake and Lucas moved anti-clockwise so they were always facing each other. Timmy wished he had mind reading powers too so he knew what the lads were thinking. What did straight boys think when they were naked outside and facing each other while getting smacked?
Blake was thinking he wished it wasn't so cold outside, but also that his butt was so warm he half expected steam to come off it.
Lucas was thinking at least he didn't have a two inch penis and felt a little sad for his best friend.
The pair were facing five spanks on each side of the vaulting horse -- twenty swats in total. Cole noticed during the second round that Lucas' penis and testicles swung back and forth with each contact.
After another "one, two, three, four, five," Lucas and Blake were again rotated so they moved to where the other had started. Lucas's ass was now shining towards Timmy and Cole while Blake's dick was exposed full frontally.
"Let them get a picture," Stu said to him.
Blake had been about to turn and bend over the vaulting horse. Instead, he was moved to face the crowd directly opposite Timmy and Cole, with amateur photographers and spectators giggling at the exposed boy with shrunken genitals. Timmy and Cole enjoyed his bare butt.
"One, two... three, four... five," Stu announced as he slapped Blake's ass again.
"One more time, boys. Around," Pete said.
Lucas and Blake again moved anti-clockwise and bent over the vaulting horse with their now red asses stinging like crazy. They were holding back tears and had to bite their lips to stop from whining.
"How about bare hands this time?" Stu said.
Timmy sent the thought over just before the first spank with the paddle. He could see Cole looking at him as if he had had the same idea and smiled that Timmy had anticipated it. Cole was glad he hadn't asked or voiced it aloud because he thought it seemed cruel. Cole tried to be a good person and he didn't think good people sought revenge. Yet, he had been beaten up by these boys so seeing them punished was satisfying.
"Are you ok?" Timmy whispered.
Timmy had seen the conflict on Cole's face and it was important not to scare him off. Timmy actually had much more planned and he was trying to gauge how receptive Cole would be to phase two of the humiliation.
"Yea," Cole giggled before biting his lip. "It's kinda hot to see them like this."
Timmy appreciated the honesty and for Cole to admit it was reassuring that Timmy could go a bit further.
"One," Stu said.
The man spanked Blake hard on his little, white ass. The bare skin stung and the skin-on-skin contact deepened the red blush on Blake and Lucas' cheeks.
"Two, three, four..." Stu said.
The crowd had started to count with him. He paused for the last one and felt a sudden impulse to stroke Blake's bare back. The teenager felt himself being caressed in the outdoors, surrounded by people. Before the final spank, Stu stroked the cheeks. He rubbed Blake's bare ass with his bare hand and then patted the fleshy globes a few times without really spanking him.
Pete had been similarly teasing of the final moment with Lucas. It had not gone unnoticed that while Blake's willy was still an insubstantial two inch stub, Lucas's penis had grown to a semi-hard five.
"Five!" Stu smacked Blake's ass very hard.
The clap of hand on cheeks sounded in the town square and was enough to make everyone watching wince. Blake had tears in his eyes from the ordeal. Twenty smacks on the ass had given it a red glow. Lucas was also clearly smarting from the assault on his buttocks.
"Let's have a round of applause for our volunteers," Stu said.
There had been no shortage of applause, cheers and adulation during the entire event, but it was redoubled as it came to a conclusion.
"Do you think they've learned their lesson?" Timmy asked Cole quietly.
The tone of voice and his expression told Cole that Timmy did not think the lesson was over yet. Cole could tell Timmy had something else in mind. Cole looked over at the naked boys, who now stood awkwardly covering their dicks; their asses had been the centre of attention until now, but now their beautiful teenage pricks were getting the attention they deserved.
Cole reached up and touched his face -- the bruise around his eye and the spot on his cheek where they had broken the skin. Maybe they did deserve more? Being nice and meek had never gotten him anywhere.
"You want to spank them somewhere else?" Cole joked.
Timmy laughed and looked over at the pair. The January day was cold but bright; with the white clouds in the sky, the light was whitewashed like an LED. Timmy imagined a nice paddle to their cocks and balls. For sure, Lucas and Blake would hate that. However, Timmy had something different in mind that cock and ball torture.
"Actually, I was going to keep the attention on their arses," Timmy replied.
TAKE A SEAT (UP THE BUTT)
"I'm afraid I don't know where your clothes are," Stu told them.
It was five minutes since the spanking had ended and, quite reasonably, Lucas and Blake had asked for their clothes back. They were exposed and cold, naked in public and barefoot, and frankly they just wanted to cover up.
Neither of them could really explain why they had agreed to all this in the first place? Why had they even come to this event?
"The fuck do you mean, you don't know where they are?" Lucas snarled.
Looking tough when your naked and twenty years younger than the man your antagonising is a challenge and Lucas failed to succeed. Stu just looked at the boy and sniggered.
"Well, I'm sure we can find something else for you boys," Pete suggested.
"We could check out the bench?" Stu joked.
Except he wasn't joking. Stu and Pete fully intended to take Lucas and Blake down a peg or two. Or, perhaps that should be, a pegging or two. Timmy gently nudged each player into position. Thus, the four of them were moving towards a makeshift den five minutes from the town square while Timmy and Cole followed at a safe distance.
Stu and Pete led the naked bullies to a wooden deck attached to a pub. Such structures had become popular in recent years for giving patrons an outdoor place to drink or eat while enjoying the pub atmosphere. For the festival, the usually open canopy was draped with canvas to enclose the four sides like a tent.
"What the fuck is that?" Blake was heard to say.
Timmy already knew what the fuck it was; he had scouted it out earlier and was looking forward to Cole's reaction. Blake, Stu, Lucas and Pete stepped inside and a few minutes later so did Timmy and Cole.
"What the fuck is that?" Cole whispered to Timmy.
Inside the canvas room there was space for a small audience, which Timmy and Cole were able to blend into. The feature that had caused such a stir was the aforementioned bench -- it was approximately two metres long with ten protuberances evenly spaced.
In other words, it was a dildo bench.
The dildos ranged in size from four inches to eight inches; they increased in size from each end of the bench so that the two in the middle were each massive, ass-filling phalluses. There were shorter benches in the room but this one was centre stage and clearly designed for two participants to fuck themselves with increasingly big dildos while moving closer.
"That is the bench," Stu said mildly.
"You said our clothes might be here," Lucas objected.
"No, I said we could check out the bench," Stu replied.
"What's this thing got to do with our clothes?" Blake demanded.
His tone of voice resulted in a decidedly unimpressed glower from Stu.
"If you take on this challenge, we'll find you clothes to wear," Pete replied as mediator.
"And if we refuse?" Lucas asked with belligerence equal to Blake's.
Cole recognised the haughty and entitled attitudes. Cole had been the victim to these bullies for years and every time he tried to get help or plead with them, hostile and condescending insolence would emerge. Cole tried to tell Coach Eric (Mr Darling, the PE teacher) about the bullying and quickly realised where they had learned the behaviour. Coach Eric had mentored the bullies in the art of privilege, egotism and superiority.
It was an attitude that was not going down well with Stu and Pete.
"If you refuse, you can fucking leave. Go home as you are if you want," Stu replied.
"We can't go home naked, can we?" Lucas replied.
"I could make you go home naked," Timmy said.
It was the first thing he'd said loud enough for anyone except Cole to hear. It earned him curious looks from most of the people in the room and sudden, dread-filled realisation from Lucas and Blake.
"I'm only joking," Timmy said in a tone that was not joking.
Lucas and Blake finally understood why all this had happened. Like their peers, they hadn't really believed Timmy could make them do things against their will until they encountered it for themselves.
"No-one will make you sit on the bench if you don't want to," Timmy said mildly.
Timmy was a bully. It wasn't the character he was cultivating with Cole; with Cole, Timmy portrayed himself as a friend, righteous defender and ally. However, Timmy knew how talk Lucas and Blake's language.
He wouldn't make them sit on the bench. He would make them go home naked.
He wouldn't make them sit on the bench. However, if they didn't choose to, he would make something worse happen.
It was classic bullying code to offer a choice between bad and worse so that the choice itself involved resignation and capitulation. Surrender. Subservience.
"Ok. We'll do it," Lucas said.
"We will?!" Blake said.
Blake looked from Lucas to Timmy and seemed half tempted to take his chances going home starkers. However, Lucas was a stronger personality and Blake would do as his friend did. While they had been talking, Stu and Pete had been lubricating the dildo's. They were now shiny and slick and waiting for the virgin boys to impale themselves.
"You should lube your assholes," said a young man who was standing next to Cole.
"Yea, we did it earlier. It was so hot," added his friend. "But, you defo need to loosen up your ring before you start."
Timmy sniggered at the words "loosen up your ring," because he knew the straight boys had never done anything like this before. He leaned closer to Cole and then slipped his hand into Cole's. Cole gulped at the intimate gesture that might just have been friendly, but it felt like much more. Timmy had been so good to him; could it be that Timmy had been so nice because he liked Cole in a romantic rather than friendly way?
The answer was yes, but not for such a shmaltzy reason as Cole was thinking. Timmy wanted Cole's powers to engage during the demonstration.
"Come on," Pete encouraged them.
There were lube dispensers on either side of the bench. Lucas and Blake were led to opposite ends and squirted lube onto their hands. The smeared the lubricant into the cracks of their arses and then gently fingered their holes. They didn't need to know exactly what they were doing because Timmy silently prompted them.
"Face each other," Stu said.
The pair faced each other and waddled forward so that their legs were on either side of the bench. They stopped with their asses over the first, short dildo. It didn't help that they could each now see the row of increasingly big phalluses before them. The spectators were almost respectfully quiet. This display wasn't like the braying spanking session outside, it was almost artistically reverent, but in the end it was a live event involving two boys fucking themselves.
Lucas and Blake lowered themselves onto the dildos, reaching down with their hands to feel for the tips as they touched their rings for the first time. With gentle pressure, they both pressed the knobs inside themselves. They couldn't help but moan, or rather grunt, as the four inches of firm cock entered them. By the time they were sitting on the surface of the bench, the dildos were fully inside them.
"This is so hot," Timmy whispered into Cole's ear.
Timmy's lips were so close, Cole could feel hot breath. With his hand in Timmy's, and watching Lucas and Blake, Cole started to feel aroused.
"Move onto the next one," Stu said.
Lucas and Blake were relieved to feel their assholes close but felt impelled forward to the five inch dildo. Lube on their hands refreshed the slick coating on the dildos before they lowered themselves onto the dick that was an inch bigger than the first.
Timmy freed his hand from Cole's and reached for his friend's crotch. In the darkness, Timmy fondled Cole's dick which started to get hard. With Cole getting hard, so did Lucas and Blake. Cole didn't mean to throw his arousal around the room but every man in the room had a boner within seconds.
Everyone watched as Lucas and Blake lifted and lowered themselves on the second dildo and this time, the moans were pleasurable. Meanwhile, Stu and Pete moved closer. Pete lowered the zipper on Stu's jumpsuit and then reached inside to pull out a seven inch cock.
Without being prompted, the pair of bullies stood up and moved forward. They hovered over the six inches and applied more lube and then guided their assholes onto the new cock. They were getting closer to each other now. They could nearly smell each other. Lucas looked at his naked friend with disgust as he lowered himself onto the six inch dildo. Blake was hard now and Lucas had never seen his friend with a boner. It was only four and a half inches.
Lucas' cock was nearly seven inches. He was proud of his big cock. As Lucas lowered himself onto the six inch dildo that was bolted to the bench, he gave his cock a couple of strokes with his greasy hand.
"Is that as big as your dick gets?" Lucas asked snidely.
"Fuck you," Blake replied moodily.
"Your dick is bigger than that, Cole." Timmy whispered. "I can feel it."
Cole felt his cock squirt precum as Timmy continued to massage his cock through his clothes. Cole already knew that Blake's dick was short because he had been a victim of cum shots from the bully; on reflection, Cole realised that Blake had never been hard in front of his teammates. There were some in the team who had participated in group cum shots -- giving Cole facials or bukkake to degrade him. Once, Coach Eric had watched half the naked football team jerk off as Cole lay naked on the floor of the showers.
Cole's sexual arousal spread around the room. It was not a normal arousal, it was supercharged. Even Timmy could feel his hardness was enhanced.
Lucas and Blake pulled themselves off the third dildos and moved closer to each other. They were now each hovering over seven inch dildo. It pressed against their sphincters as they tried to sit on the bench, pushing the big, solid phalluses into themselves. Their respective hardness oozed precum. Lucas was still amused that Blake had such a short dick while Blake was trying not to look at the enviable seven inches of his best friend. The fourth dildos were only spaced 60cm (less than two feet) apart.
"Timmy, I think I'm going... to... cum," Cole whispered
Timmy slowed down his cumbersome stroking.
"Oh, baby. Not yet," Timmy replied softly.
Timmy very much wanted Cole to cum in his pants but not quite yet. In building their relationship, Timmy had been careful about romantic or sexual overtures. However, Cole was a lonely boy who craved attention and love and the fact a gorgeous boy like Timmy wanted him meant a lot. This was the second time Timmy had jerked him off, thus he felt the desire to reciprocate.
Cole moved his hand to Timmy's tummy and slipped his fingers down until they found the waistband. Timmy was wearing casual jogging bottoms with an elastic waistband, which made it easy for Cole to dip his hand inside and grip Timmy's cock.
Timmy could see the other men in the room were getting close too. Stu's big cock was in Pete's hand and Stu hand wrestled a fat, six inch cock from Pete's jeans. Beside them, the young man who had told Lucas and Blake to lube their assholes was on his knees and sucking his boyfriend. The sensations in Timmy's cock were intense. More intense than any impending orgasm he'd ever experienced.
"One more, boys. You can do it," Stu told the bullies.
Both boys whined with pleasure as they extracted themselves form the seven inch dildos. For lads who had never even fingered themselves, they had quickly become ass fucking pros. Moving closer again, Lucas and Blake were now only 20cm (8 inches) apart. They were close enough to knock knees and see the sweat on each other's bodies, to smell the sex and lube, and to see the detail on each other's cocks.
Lucas and Blake stroked the dildos and then dropped down again. The eight inch dildos touched their holes, which spread. The head of the biggest dildos felt amazing as they slid into the boys like arrowheads and then the shaft moved deeper and deeper into their guts.
"Holy fuck!" Stu said.
Stu had been facing the pair and his cock shot cum across the distance to shower Lucas' right side with man seed. Pete came a moment later and his jizz also shot hot and fast; the milkiness creamed Blake who was fucking himself on the dildo as he was splashed with a stranger's spunk. The flow of cum was even more astonishing than last time. Timmy had seen heavy loads before, but he was amazed by the garden hose of spunk that resulted from Cole's powers.
Around them, the other spectators were feeling the same phenomenon as they all started to cum. Some in the mouth of their partners but most on the floor; so much spunk was raining on the floor it was like being at a urinal.
"Oh shit!" Lucas said.
Without knowing why, he leaned forward and kissed Blake, catching the other boy by surprise. Lucas had never kissed a boy before. A moment later, Lucas was cumming and his cock was aimed in one direction -- Blake. Blake gasped as he was doused in the spunk of his friend. Lucas hadn't even been touching his cock! Then Blake came too and it was the most mind-blowing and magnificent orgasm he'd ever had. It would have been an impressive orgasm even without Cole's influence (who knew prostate play was so intense), but Cole's orgasm enhancement had dialled everything up.
Cole's abilities (tantrickenesis, pleasure inducement and orgasm augmentation) were new to him and he wasn't sure he knew how to control them. Yet, he had been aware of using them this time. As Cole watched Lucas' flow of cum run out, Blake was still going.
It was as Cole felt his own orgasm arrive that he became cognisant of Timmy's masturbation -- it was Timmy who had got him fired up. Had this been his plan all along?
The sight of two of his bullies coated in each other's cum was too much for him and Cole's cock erupted with a stream of cum inside his pants that gushed down his leg. It was like he was wetting himself. Timmy meanwhile pulled the front of his joggers down so that when he came, it spewed into the room and onto the floor.
Lucas and Blake lifted themselves free from the eight inch dildos. Their assholes hurt, but mostly in a good way, and the straight boys were afraid their holes would never be the same again. Lucas nearly slipped on the pool of cum that now covered the floor like they were in a wet room.
"Clothes?" Lucas asked breathlessly.
"Please?" Blake added desperately.
Stu put his cock away and zipped up his jumpsuit. Free form any influence from Timmy and Cole, he was embarrassed by what had happened. He shouldn't have conducted himself in this way.
"Yea. Let's find your clothes," Stu said.
"I'll stay and clean up," Pete said.
Stu knew where their clothes and belongings should be. He'd always known, so why had he made the pair of boys do this? Stu would never know why -- he would never know it was because of Timmy's mind control.
TRUST
Timmy and Cole stepped into the bright January afternoon except it wasn't so bright anymore, the sun was already going down and the sky was tinted orange.
"Look at my clothes," Cole said.
Cole's crotch was wet and the dark stain proceeded down one leg.
"We'll find you a change of clothes before we go home," Timmy reassured him.
"Did you do all that on purpose?" Cole asked.
"That was the idea, Cole," Timmy laughed.
"No, but... I mean..." Cole was embarrassed to talk about sex. "I mean getting me excited. Did you do that to..."
"Did I do it because I knew your powers would kick in?" Timmy finished.
Cole nodded and Timmy weight his options -- a lie or honestly.
"Yes. I want you to learn to control it, but first you need to use it," Timmy asserted.
"I don't know, Timmy," Cole said. "I mean, who am I do decide the arousal of all those people?"
"I make decisions for people all the time. Mind control is an exercise in the deprivation of liberty," Timmy said -- it was something Jethro had said once. "But, I'm doing for the right reasons."
"Are you?" Cole asked carefully.
"Those boys in there hurt you. Look at your face. Remember the bruises and remember it wasn't the first time one of those bullies beat you up or peed on you or came on you or stripped you..." Timmy listed the litany of things Cole had been through before he'd come along.
"I haven't forgotten," Cole snapped.
"They won't forget either, Cole. We have to do this so they never come after you again," Timmy persuaded.
"Ok," Cole agreed.
Timmy smiled -- it was all going to plan.
"They're going to need a mop to clean up all that cum," Timmy joked to relieve the tension.
Cole laughed.
"I'm surprised you didn't make them lick it all up," Cole replied.
"Don't give me ideas," Timmy said. "Actually, please do."
Timmy took Cole's hand and the went to find somewhere to get changed.
The stopped in a supermarket to buy a pair of jeans since they hadn't brought a change of clothes. Cole was just going in to try them on when Timmy's phone started to ring. Timmy looked at the display and Cole wasn't sure what to make of the expression on his friend's face.
"I need to take this," Timmy said.
"You're dad?" Cole speculated.
"He's a bit of a daddy, yea," Timmy answered.
Timmy left Cole to get changed while he answered the call.
"I believe you promised me you would be back on track be the end of the week?" Jethro Renton-Mass said without preamble.
"Yes, I did promise that," Timmy replied.
Timmy knew that what Jethro was actually asking was "are you back on track?" but he enjoyed being difficult.
"Before Christmas, Mr Cairns was going to abandon the revenge plot you had so carefully planned," Jethro said in a critical tone. "Have you persuaded him to reconsider?"
"Yea. We're all good. We took a couple of the boys to a spanking festival. They're not going to be able to sit down for a week," Timmy chuckled.
"Wonderful. You were telling me about your progress with Cole?" Jethro responded with total disinterest in the relish Timmy was taking in the revenge campaign.
"Cole just needed the proper motivation..." Timmy started to say.
"You understand the importance of him joining us voluntarily? If you simply use mind control on him, he won't..." Jethro started to say.
"Who said anything about controlling Cole?" Timmy interrupted. "I ordered Lucas and Blake to rough him up a bit. To remind Cole of how bad the bullying was before and how revenge will make them fear him."
"You had them attack your friend? Ruthless, Timmy. Well done," Jethro congratulated.
"Thanks," Timmy beamed.
"He doesn't suspect anything?" Jethro asked as he wrapped up the call.
"No. He's very trusting," Timmy smirked.
REUNITED
"I think we should talk about the other night," Cyrus said.
"I already apologised for the risotto being too dry. I don't know what else to say," Matt answered.
Cyrus didn't respond and Matt knew it was unfair to play stupid. He knew quite nicely what Cyrus was talking about. Cyrus allowed the silence to drag on.
They were sitting in a car parked in a street that was popular for student accommodation.
"Do you love Jay?" Cyrus asked.
"Do you love Jeffrey?" Matt asked to avoid answering.
"Yes," Cyrus replied.
Cyrus didn't ask his question again. The fact that Matt hadn't answered was something of an answer itself.
"I'm sorry I made you cheat on him," Matt confessed.
Matt stared resolutely at the front door of a house four doors down on the other side of the road. After tracking down Jack Harbour, the only thing to do was watch and wait. If Michael had found him too, Matt and Cyrus would see their son and if they were wrong they were back to square one.
"You didn't make me do anything, Matt," Cyrus reassured.
Before the conversation could get any more complicated or awkward, the door they had been watching opened. The boy who stepped out was not tall and was wearing a heavy winter coat that hid his fit but thin physique. He had dark hair and brown eyes and walked with a quick step to the garden gate.
Matt and Cyrus hadn't seen him for three and a half years, but they recognised Michael. He had changed so much and yet hardly at all. Matt was the first one out of the car, stepping onto the road and standing still. Matt watched his son as he walked along the pavement in their direction but Michael hadn't seen him yet. Cyrus stepped out of the car too and closed the door. It was the sound of the door that lifted Michael's eyes.
When Michael saw them, he came to a stop.
Matt's heart was beating fast. Learning that Michael was alive had made him so angry -- the lost time, the lies, the grief. Now, Michael was here. Michael was real.
Michael stepped between two cars and onto the empty road where Matt had not moved. Suddenly, they were both moving and when they met, Matt threw his arms around his son and held him tight; it was as if Matt feared Michael would float away if he didn't hold on. Matt pulled back, his hands gripping Michael's upper arms, to look into the boy's eyes.
"Is it really you?" Matt said hopefully.
"Dad?" Michael replied as he gazed at Matt and then looked at Cyrus too. "Dad!"
Michael was sixteen now, but he felt like he was still the scared twelve year old he'd been when he had last seen them. Michael felt tears falling from his eyes and Matt was crying too. A moment later, they both felt Cyrus's arms around them.
"I'm so happy to see you both," Michael sobbed.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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