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 (real or fictional) 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 elite agents... and also amateurs. Together they must use their abilities against a powerful enemy.
The SEX Men team:
Angelo – age: 297. Ability: (para)chronal cognition. Role: co-leader of Denego Potentia (the SEX Men), an independent intelligence organisation the manages superpowers.
Matt Tempest – age: 38. Ability: weather manipulation. Role: co-leader of the Denego Potentia Department (DPD) and married (separated) to Cyrus Hyatt.
Jeffrey Yates – age: 37. Ability: mind control. Role: newcomer to the DPD having defected from Jethro Renton-Mass.
Jay Oswald – age: 18. Ability: invisibility. Role: new recruit to the DPD, Matt's protégé and lover.
Milo Oswald – age: 15. Ability: memory manipulation. Role: new recruit to the DPD, annoying people (hey!) and comic relief (knock, knock).
Steve Evans – age: 18. Ability: synesthetic empathy. Role: new recruit to the DPD.
Hugh Hanes – age: 18. Ability: translocation. Role: new recruit to the DPD.
Max Bind – age: 37. Ability: seduction & orgasm enhancement. Newcomer to the DPD and SCION (a subdivision of the Albion Intelligence Network) agent – a spy.
Cyrus Hyatt-Tempest – age: 41. Ability: shapeshifting. Role: a spy currently captured by Jethro Renton-Mass.
The anti-heroes:
Jethro Renton-Mass – age: 523. Ability: unknown. Role: socio-political manipulator and agitator.
Timmy Kotes – age: unknown. Ability: mind control. Role: antagonist with a mean streak.
The SEX Men
Vol. 1 : Issue. 1
Are You Now Or Have You Ever Been?
OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF HIS MIND
It was an unconventional beginning – having sex with your own brother at 8AM – but isn't that how the best of stories start?
Milo thought about his life as a series of stories, perhaps because he had a talent for reading and rewriting memories. Milo remembered things that hadn't even happened. One thing that was happening, in real life rather than a fabricated version of it, was that he was pushing his cock back inside his big brother Jay.
Jay had a boyfriend – well, a man friend because Matt was the best part of twenty years older than him – but he and Milo had sex more often than most teenage brothers. Jay was eighteen, 5ft 11in tall and sported a lean and thin runners build with a sparse arrangement of body hair. Milo was fifteen – seven months ago he had been an inch shorter than Jay and now he was an inch taller. Milo was a beanpole of a boy, tall for his age but not very muscular and almost hairless. Not actually hairless though; he had peach fuzz on his legs and armpits and a small but recognisable spray of pubes above his six-inch penis.
"Oh my fucking god!" Jay moaned.
Milo had pumped Jay's butt so hard, his pelvis connected with Jay's cheek with a very satisfying fleshy pat. Milo had lots of favourite positions but this was one of his very favourite. Jay was on his back on his bed with his legs spread and Milo was thrusting in between them. Milo liked this because when Jay was naked, Milo could stare at his brother's entire body – his lanky waist and chest and the dark hair in his pits and above his dick and the small nest of wires in the centre of his chest.
Even better, Jay had to look at him – little brother was now taller than him but smooth and cute. Milo enjoyed topping his big brother and loved making Jay watch him as he did it.
Milo reached over and grabbed Jay's impressive seven-and-a-half-inch cock. There was something deeply satisfying about the similarity and differences between the siblings. Milo continued to fuck Jay's ass as he jerked his big brother whose cock was now leaking precum; Milo pulled it back and let it go so it smacked against Jay's tummy with a hard spalt.
"Oh!" Jay groaned.
"You like that?" Milo asked with a grin.
Jay nodded so Milo did it again but then he pulled his bare cock out and massaged Jay's hole with his thumb. Jay gripped his own cock and stroked it carefully because he didn't want to cum quite yet. Looking at Milo filled Jay with a mixture of confused emotions – he loved Milo like a brother obviously. A very annoying brother. But the boy was also a sexy little fucker who didn't seem to have any hang ups about his body. Milo's friends had teased him about being smooth and boyish but he was a boy so it didn't really bother him.
"Turn over," Milo said.
Jay clamoured around on the bed, getting on all fours and sticking his ass out towards Milo. Jay remained confused and conflicted because letting a brother three years younger fuck your ass was not... normal. Whatever normal meant. It also wasn't normal (whatever normal meant) to have a boyfriend twenty years older than you who knew you were topped by your little brother.
Matt didn't seem to mind.
Milo pressed the tip of his cock against Jay's hole again and pressed the head inside. Milo slowly advanced the shaft and then pulled and pushed. Jay could feel his hole stretching and clenching Milo's dick, he could feel the gliding of the erection as it slid in and out against the grip of Jay's sphincter.
Milo's meagre pubes had just tickled Jay's sacrum when the bedroom door opened and their stepdad walked in.
Seven months ago, Jay hadn't even known about abilities, powers, enhancements – whatever adjective they wanted to use. He hadn't known about Angels – humans with extraordinary powers – or nu-men – humans with powers that were not quite as remarkable but very nearly.
Jay and Milo were nu-men and so was their neighbour Matt. Seven months ago, just after his eighteenth birthday, Jay had found out Matt could control the weather and Milo could manipulate memories, steal or implant them or make false memories. Jay learned he could turn himself totally invisible.
Which came in handy when you were caught being butt-fucked by a fifteen-year-old boy.
Their stepdad Tony opened the door and Jay instinctively blinked out of sight while his brother, who was out of his mind because he kept fucking, was left to face Tony alone.
"Jay I need to... Jesus Christ!" Tony said.
The man didn't know where to look but couldn't stop looking. He thought Milo was quite immature – he was disorganised and excitable, thoughtless and daft. Tony knew Milo was tall for his age but seeing him totally naked, he could see Milo had no hair on his chest or abdomen, no treasure trail and only a small patch of short pubes above an average sized erection.
Shit, the boys balls were nearly hairless.
"Oh, hey daddy," Milo said chattily.
Jay muffled a laugh and then a moan of pleasure. Jay was invisible but Milo was still ploughing his ass. Tony couldn't see Jay but he could still see Milo. What did it look like the boy was doing – dry humping thin air?
Milo put his hands behind his head, exposing his scanty armpits to his stepdad while he continued to pull and thrust inside his big brother. Tony wasn't attracted to men and certainly not to boys but objectively he could see Milo was a sexy little beast and something of a show off.
At fifteen, Milo still happily paraded around the house in briefs which hide his privates but not his thin and nearly hairless thighs and legs.
"I... I was looking for Jay?" Tony managed to say. "Have you seen him."
"I literally have not," Milo giggled as he shoved his cock inside Jay's guts.
He stopped just short of connecting with Jay's cheeks.
"Milo, why are you naked in your brother's room?" Tony asked, trying to hide his distaste.
"Oh... eh... sometimes..." Milo started to reply.
Milo realised he was very close to orgasm and the idea of blowing his load in front of his stepdad was suddenly very appealing. Milo pulled back until his head almost popped out of Jay's ass and then he teased the glans and frenulum of his cock using the tight grip of Jay's sphincter.
"Sometimes I... come in here to..." Milo said breathlessly.
At the last moment Milo pulled out because he wasn't exactly sure what would happen to his spunk if he came inside his invisible brother – would it float in mid-air and bewilder or terrify Tony? Or would Jay's invisibility absorb the jizz and it would appear to just disappear?
Instead, Milo's semen erupted between Jay's legs, splashing all over Jay's bedsheets. Tony's eyes widened as he literally watched his teenage stepson cum hands free.
"Sometimes I like to cum on Jay's bed," Milo said.
Milo dropped his arms and squeezed the last drops of cum from his dick.
"Of course you do," Tony said. "If you see Jay, I need to talk to him."
Tony turned away and pulled the door closed behind him.
"Bye dad," Milo called after him.
Jay reappeared and turned to look at Milo who burst into giggles.
"Why did you do that?" Jay asked.
"It was fun?" Milo replied.
"Getting caught by Tony was fun?" Jay asked.
He didn't really understand why getting caught by anyone could be fun. Jay was insecure about his body which was a double-edged sword for an invisible young man. On one hand, no-one could see him but on the other his clothes didn't turn invisible so he was only really unseeable if he was naked.
"It was very fun. He saw me cum, I can't believe he watched," Milo chuckled.
Milo climbed off the bed and Jay manoeuvred to sit at the edge, legs dangling to the floor as he watched Milo look for a pair of undies to put on. For some reason Milo kept underpants in Jay's room. And their dad's room. And sometimes the kitchen.
Jay wondered what Tony wanted him for – the man was helping their dad with some refurbishments and usually did not live with them. Jay hoped he wasn't going to be asked to help because DIY was not his forte.
Milo found a pair of Jay's boxers which Jay thought his brother was going to put on but instead he wiped his cock clean and then put them back in the drawer and resumed rummaging around for his underwear.
"Milo, we would have been in a lot of trouble if Tony had caught us," Jay said seriously.
"He did catch us," Milo pointed out.
"Kind of," Jay agreed. "If I hadn't turned invisible..."
Milo looked at him and shrugged. He understood the consequences of actually being caught in an incestuous clinch but didn't really see the big deal of nearly getting caught.
"Besides, if we had been caught I could just make Tony forget," Milo pointed out and then his face brightened. "Oh, I have an idea."
"Oh no," Jay said.
Nothing good ever followed Milo having a good idea.
"We don't actually want to get caught but I got caught and it was a lot of fun so let's pretend we got caught. I'll imagine what it was like..." Milo said as his brain started to concoct the scenario.
"Milo, maybe that's not such a good idea," Jay started to say but it was already too late.
"Oh, this is gonna be good," Milo said.
The transition from reality to one of Milo's fabricated memories could be dizzying or gentle. Like falling into a fast-moving river or like falling asleep – this time was somewhere in between.
"Jay I need to... Jesus Christ!" Tony said.
This time, Jay was visible when his stepdad walked in – catching him not only naked but bottoming his little brother. Milo continued to fuck him while Jay looked at his stepdad with shock and fear.
"What the hell are you boys doing?" Tony asked.
"Tony... I..." Jay started to say.
"We're having sex, daddy," Milo answered honestly.
"I can fucking see that. Jay, he's you're brother!" Tony said with disgust.
"I know," Jay responded.
Jay was on all fours and Milo had gripped his hips so he couldn't extricate himself from the compromising situation.
"And he's fifteen!" Tony added.
"Tony, I'm sorry," Jay whined.
Jay undercut his apology with a moan of pleasure and a spurt of pre-ejaculate.
"Tony, please... please don't tell dad," Jay said.
"I'm your dad too," Tony pointed out.
The boys actually had a good relationship with Tony and often called him dad.
"Please don't tell," Jay repeated.
"Well, maybe I won't if you do something for me," Tony said.
"What?" Jay asked.
Tony stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Is your mouth as hot as your ass, Jay?" Tony asked.
"Dad, what do you mean?" Jay asked.
"Jay's a really good cocksucker," Milo assured Tony.
Tony grinned and pulled off his t-shirt. Fuck! The man was younger than their dad and younger than Matt too. Their stepdad was in his early thirties and had a chest that was totally ripped. It was decorated with a fine dusting of hair that tapered onto a triangle that's point narrowed until it dropped into his jeans. Tony unbuttoned his jeans and Jay could see a pool of bushy pubes – the man had gone commando. Tony pushed his jeans down and exposed an impressive, fat and flaccid cock.
"Oh my god," Jay said.
"Fuck me daddy," Milo said.
"Maybe later," Tony teased.
He walked towards the bed and stroked his cock while watching the brothers continue to have sex. Jay was mesmerised by his stepdad's penis which thickened and filled until it was a solid slab of eight-inch meat.
"Crawl towards me," Tony said.
Jay crawled forwards on the bed and Milo's cock slipped out.
"Come here," the man said to Milo.
Milo climbed off the bed and stood beside his stepdad – they were more or less the same height. Tony kissed the teenager, probing his mouth with his tongue. Even though they were similar heights, Tony was big and muscular compared to Milo's tiny, boyish frame. Milo's hardon was two inches shorter than Tony's too and the pubic hair around the roots could not be more different. One was a bush and the other as bare as tree in autumn.
"Kiss my cock," Tony ordered Jay.
Jay gave it a tentative kiss – tasting his dad's cock for the first time.
"Kiss it properly, Jay," Tony demanded.
Jay licked his lips and kissed it again, licking the head with his tongue as he continued to smooch.
"Open your mouth, Jay. Put it in your mouth," Tony said.
"Tony..." Jay said.
"Call me dad," Tony interrupted. "And if you can take your brother's dick in your ass, you can take my cock in your mouth."
Jay opened up and Tony pushed his cock inside the eighteen-year old's mouth. Jay closed his lips around the magnificent organ and started to pleasure it. It was so big and Jay could smell sweaty testicles and the moist bush of pubes.
The sound of kissing raised Jay's eyes and he watched his little brother kissing their stepdad again while the man face fucked him.
"Get back on the bed. I want to watch you fuck him," Tony said.
Milo enthusiastically climbed back onto the bed and pressed his dick against Jay's slippery hole.
"I can't believe you let your little brother bareback you," Tony mocked Jay.
Jay's mouth was freed for him to catch a breath.
"Please, Tony... dad... please, just don't tell," Jay begged.
"I won't tell, Jay. You're going to drink my cum and then I won't tell," Tony grinned mischievously.
Jay wanted to resist and say he didn't want to do that but Tony's cock tasted so good he just wanted to suck the massive prick until it burst.
Jay kissed it again and wrapped his lips around Tony's cock as Milo fucked his ass again with shoves that thrust Jay's face closer to his stepdad's groin. Most of the big dick was now inside Jay's mouth to the man grabbed his head and held it.
Jay couldn't pull back and could barely breath as his throat filled with saliva and cock snot. Eventually, his head was let go and Jay breathlessly swallowed the gunk with some of his spilling over his chin and over his stepdad's cock.
Tony sneered at Jay.
"Look at you. You're pathetic!" Tony mocked his stepson.
Jay couldn't even deny it. Tony held his stepson's chin, drawing his mouth back towards the eight-inch erection.
"Don't pretend you don't want it. Look at yourself. Pretending you don't love your little brother's cock in your ass. Pretending you don't love your daddy fucking your face. Pretending like you don't know the capital of Brunei is Bandar Seri Begawan," Tony said.
"Wait, what?" Jay said right before his mouth was too full to say anything else.
Tony face-fucked Jay, slamming him so hard that big, meaty balls collided with the young man's chin. Tony came without warning – hot, salty spunk gushed down Jay's throat. Jay coughed with surprise, spluttering as the girthy flesh was pulled from his mouth with a messy sluice of juices.
Jay licked his lips and wiped his chin but Tony returned contamination to Jay's face by slapping his cheeks with his eight-inch cock, which now that it had fired its load was floppier but still heavy and thick.
"Wow, you are a good cock sucker," Tony said with a smirk. "Milo! Get on your knees and finish your brother off."
"Aw, but I'm having fun back here," Milo complained.
"You don't want me to tell your dad, remember?" their stepfather reminded them. "Well, now I want to watch your young brother suck you off. Then I'll keep quiet."
Milo pulled his dick out of Jay's hole and dropped to the floor. Jay turned over, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling. Milo scooted around until he was between Jay's legs and then dropped his face over Jay's groin. Milo's fingers touched his big brother's dick, jerked it and then his mouth enveloped the organ.
Jay leaned back on the bed, his lanky body stretching as Milo fondled his balls and sucked the dick.
"How long have you and Milo been fucking?" Tony asked.
"About seven months? We've only done it a few times," Jay admitted.
Jay's dad and stepdad did not know he was dating an older man any more than they knew about his fraternal love making.
"Seven months?" Tony said. "So you let a fourteen-year-old top you? You must really love his dick."
Milo punctuated the moment with a loud slurp and swallow of precum. Milo had only turned fifteen three months ago and Jay knew it was wrong to go to bed with his brother – even without the age difference.
"Say it, Jay. Tell me how much you love your little brother's dick," Tony said.
"I love Milo's cock. I like sucking it an taking it up my ass," Jay confessed.
"I knew it," Milo said.
Except he couldn't have said it because Milo was still sucking. But it had been his voice. The memory, the false memory, dissolved and was replaced with reality. Jay was still sitting on the edge of the bed and Milo was still on the floor between his legs but he was jerking Jay rather than sucking him.
"Do you really like my dick?" Milo asked.
Milo was so sweet and earnest that Jay didn't have the heart to admit he wanted to stop. Things between him and Matt were getting more serious and Jay felt like Milo was growing too reliant on their relationship when he should be finding a lover of his own.
"Yes, I like you dick, Milo," Jay admitted. "But you know I have a boyfriend?"
"Oh, you want a threesome?" Milo suggested and tittered.
He was joking, right?
Milo continued to masturbate Jay, and from the sensations in his cock, Jay guessed Milo had been edging him since the false memory began.
"I know I'm not your boyfriend, Jay," Milo said with unexpected insight.
The teenager was aloof and flippant that it surprised Jay when Milo actually appreciated what was going on. Jay gasped as Milo stroked with slick hand movements, taking Jay over the edge and splashing the eighteen-year old's stomach with multiple ropes of cum.
"Do you think I'll find someone, Jay?" Milo asked.
"Of course you will," Jay replied.
"You and Matt seem happy," Milo added.
"I think we are," Jay answered.
The truth was Jay had doubts about him and Matt. Matt was still technically married and no matter how many times someone said they were separated, Jay worried that things between his boyfriend and his husband were not really over.
Jay and Milo were soon interrupted with a notification sound. Jay stood up and walked around his bed to lift his phone and read the message.
"It's Matt and Angelo. They're ready to tell us everything," Jay said.
The SEX Men, as Milo called the team, was led by Angelo and Matt. Angelo could see through time and he was a peer of the nefarious Jethro Renton-Mass. JRM was considered dangerous – a political manipulator who had kidnapped their friend and was assumed to be up to no good. Except no-one seemed to know exactly what he was up to.
Well, it was time to find out.
MORE INFORMATION
Clyde Daer was a city halfway between Glasgow and the English border. It was the home of the SEX Men and of Jethro Renton-Mass's Scottish office. A hundred miles north, an eighteen-year-old named Steve Evans slipped his feet into a pair of new trainers.
He was a handsome young black man with a footballers build, a square but jaw, hazel-brown eyes and short dark brown hair. He was nearly six foot tall with a t-shirt that gripped his muscular chest and biceps and shorts that emphasised his strong runners legs.
Steve lifted a backpack from his bed and trotted downstairs. It was a glorious summer day in mid-June and very nearly the longest day of the year. It was hot as hell; hence the shorts and he was about to spend a few hours on a bus heading for a tour of his first-choice university.
Clyde Daer had an excellent academic and sporting reputation. Steve was a footballer but his university interests lay in science, just like his boyfriend. His boyfriend! It still felt weird to think he had a boyfriend. Hugh Hanes was generally considered to be weird, strange, peculiar and odd. Steve loved him. Their relationship had begun at Christmastime but started in earnest at New Year nearly six months ago now. They hadn't told many people though Steve's best friend Blair knew and Steve had told his dad who had expressed bitter disappointment. His dad was of the opinion it was a phase that wouldn't last and Hugh wasn't good enough for his son anyway.
Steve didn't care what his dad thought – Samuel Evans was barely home. Ironically, the downside to studying in Clyde Daer would be that this was where his dad's office was located and he ran the risk of seeing more of the man. Samuel Evans worked for the Scottish Office of the Senior Ministers Advisory Taskforce. Mr Evan's worked for Jethro Renton-Mass who Steve had already thought was an asshole and that opinion only deepened when he learned about a team of people with special powers.
Steve had been invited to join the team because of his own ability – to literally see emotions. Emotions were like synaesthesia to Steve, appearing as clouds and shapes of coloured energy. Hugh was gifted too – he could translocate. In the blink of an eye he could move across a room, across the country or even across the world. Hugh had suggested using his ability to travel the hundred miles to Clyde Daer but Steve their friends were taking the bus and Steve had said it would be fun.
Even though Hugh did not experience fun in the same way most people do.
"You're going out looking like that?" a stern voice asked.
Steve turned to see his dad eyeing his outfit.
Steve's grey t-shirt had a rainbow band that travelled from the right shoulder to the left hip. His shorts were black with white stripes at the hip and his socks invisible inside his trainers. Steve knew it was the rainbow that his dad was disapproving of – he thought Steve might as well be wearing a big gay flag. Which in a way he was. Steve hadn't actually come out to his father yet and somehow, the feeling that his dad already knew only made it harder to tell. Steve could literally see his father's disapproval expressed in a tempestuous cloud of red and purple.
Steve was planning to tell his friends that he was gay during the trip... and that he was dating Hugh. One person Steve had no intention of telling was his dad – who had no more interest talking about it than Steve did.
"Yes," Steve replied without confrontation.
"It's not exactly the best first impression," Mr Evans said disapprovingly. "Are you taking a shirt and tie in case you meet someone important on campus?"
Someone important on campus? Steve doubted the university president was hanging about waiting for freshman whose courses didn't start for another three months. Steve was going to visit the university but he was also going to find a club and get drunk. Had his dad never been eighteen?
"I have everything I need," Steve said ambiguously.
"You're going with Blair?" his dad asked.
His dad liked Blair – in as much as he liked anyone. He thought Blair was a useful friend for Steve.
"Yes. And Darren, Charlie and Aaron," Steve said. "And Hugh."
His dad grunted disapprovals at the mention of Hugh. While Steve and Hugh were privately affectionate and intimate, they were officially just friends. Mr Evans regarded Hugh as a strange, eccentric and avoidable young man – a boy who had been useful for Steve's high school progression but who had served his usefulness.
"Say hello to Blair for me," Mr Evans said.
Steve's dad pointedly omitted Steve's other friends but particularly Hugh. Mr Evans tolerated Steve's friends but he regarded Hugh with unconcealed contempt. Could it be he knew his son was in a relationship with the boy? Steve hadn't told him but his enthusiasm for Hugh had been obvious for months.
Steve left the house without further discussion with his dad. His backpack had a few changes of clothes for the weekend away, some snacks and a book. He had arranged to meet his friends at the bus station which was already crowded. Steve recognised multiple faces from school (his own and rivals) who were headed to the same open days as he and his friends. There also appeared to be a few stag and hen nights getting started early.
Steve could see an exciting arrangement of bright red and pink colours dancing and flowing around the groups of horny celebrants. Grey and blue was sprinkled between a happy but quiet old couple while a while blue and violet crackled like a storm between parents who had fallen out about something while their happy child played obliviously. Steve's talent for synesthetic (or optical) empathy often gave the young man insights into total strangers.
Steve saw Hugh up ahead and smiled at his unique boyfriend. Hugh was dressed in a white with pink and blue haphazardly scattered across it like someone had spilled paint on it. His socks, trainers and shorts were black.. Hugh was tall with the long legs of a runner, with gangly arms and a flat chest and stomach. He was like a noodle that had be stretched to the max.
"Hi," Steve said.
"Hello, Steve," Hugh replied.
Hugh saw a plume of bright, happy colours pop across Hugh's head as he got closer.
"Are the others not here yet?" Steve asked, looking around for their friends.
Hugh was very much a new addition to the friendship group. Steve's other friends were all sporty and athletic while Hugh's talents were substantially intellectual. He also did a thing with his tongue that was pretty talented but that was a different issue.
"They are not here at present. They went to get food," Hugh reported.
"You weren't hungry?" Steve asked.
"I am hungry but they suggested I wait for you," Hugh replied.
Steve rather thought they had left him behind. They all tried hard but Hugh could be a difficult conversationalist sometimes and Steve did a lot of the talking to him when the gang were all together.
"Cool," Steve replied and he gave Hugh a hug that was totally platonic.
Hugh let Steve hug him.
"Steve! You're here!" Blair called and Steve turned to see his friends coming with an exciting array of junk foods.
Yellow and orange jostled between the four friends – like the emotions themselves were as competitive and rowdy as the young men themselves. Steve gave Blair a hug that was totally platonic, this time really. Then he fist bumped or high fived Aaron, Charlie and Darren. A few people were passing now, skirting around the six lads whose bus was would start boarding in a few minutes.
Steve's friends were all dressed conventionally in shorts and t-shirts, short sleeved shirts and hoodies in some arrangement thereof. Standing apart, Hugh seemed to attract attention – different people often did and Hugh's habit of silent non-interaction set him apart in an elephant-in-the-room kind of way.
"Hey handsome," said a woman who sounded like she was already tipsy.
She was wearing a sash that read "Britney's Hen Do 2023" and talking to Hugh who regarded the total stranger with a long and bewildered pause. He was probably trying to figure out why she was talking to him when his name was Hugh and not Handsome. Meanwhile she was eyeing him up and down... oh my god, she fancied him!
"Hello," Hugh responded.
"I love your outfit!" she said. "What's your name?"
"My name is Hugh. What is your name?" Hugh replied.
"You can call me anything you want, baby," she flirted.
"No, that is unacceptable. My name is Hugh, not baby. Please tell me your name," Hugh said seriously.
She looked at him with a very confused face while Steve felt a little embarrassed and Steve's friends tried not to laugh.
"I'm Lana," she relented gracefully. "It's nice to meet you, Hugh. You're really cute."
"Thank you. You look dressed appropriately for the summer weather," Hugh replied.
"Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl," Lana joked. "So, Hugh... are you interested in women?"
Blair and Charlie nearly choked while Darren was trying to figure out why the hot woman was hitting on Hugh instead of him. Aaron looked a Steve with a sidelong look and then stifled a laugh.
"Yes, I have recently be reading about the actress and inventor Heddy Lamarr whose insights in the 1940's led to frequency jamming torpedoes and also Wi-Fi," Hugh responded to the question.
The young woman looked even more confused now. It didn't take Steve's ability to see she was out of her depth.
"I think she means sexual interest," Blair whispered helpfully.
"Oh, then no. I am orientationally unavailable," Hugh replied.
"Yea! And he only fucks men," Aaron added.
"Oh. Right. Bye then Hugh," Lana said and she trotted off to join her friends.
"I know you can't tell, but she was really hot," Charlie told Hugh.
"I understand," Hugh answered with a nod.
While Aaron, Blair, Charlie and Darren began to discuss the hot woman, the bus to Clyde Daer began boarding. Steve was glad they didn't try to include him in the talk, with Blair providing cover for him and corralling the attention of the others when they attempted to get Steve's opinion.
The lads lined up and waited to board and when they were the next in line, Blair turned to Hugh. "Top or bottom?" Blair asked.
"I am a top leaning versatile," Hugh replied.
Blair laughs, others stare and giggle, Steve puts his head in his hands.
"He means the top deck or bottom deck. Of the bus," Steve said.
"Oh. Then I have no preference," Hugh answered.
"Top then," Blair decided.
Hugh turned to Steve.
"I need more information," Hugh said.
Hugh evidentially was unable to separate the thought processes between sexual position and bus travel location.
"He means get the fuck upstairs," Steve laughed.
"Ok. I understand," Hugh replied.
Behind them, Aaron, Charlie and Darren laughed. The laughing was never mean spirited – Hugh was strange but also genuinely, if unintentionally, funny. They weren't laughing at him. Besides, they knew Steve had a soft spot for the weirdo.
"It would have been quicker for me to translocate us to Clyde Daer," Hugh whispered as the bus got underway.
"But not as fun," Steve asserted.
"I think translocation is fun," Hugh suggested.
"I know," Steve answered. "However, since there's six of us travelling and four of them don't know about special powers at all, never mind your ability... maybe it's best we take the bus."
"Do you still want to tell them about our sexual relationship?" Hugh asked.
Hugh generally found metaphor and association difficult so he was always precise about what he was talking about – Steve's friends not knowing about their abilities vs. them not knowing about their relationship – and Steve tried to be as clear as possible too.
"Yea, I still want to tell them about our relationship," Steve admitted.
His bare knee bumped Hugh's but Hugh didn't notice the affectionate gesture and continued to stare straight ahead, a serene look on his face. Steve and Hugh were sat together near the back of the bus on the top deck; behind them was Aaron and Charlie and across the aisle were Blair and Darren.
"Guys, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Steve said.
A worried knot of colour clouded above Blair's head as he anticipated Steve coming out. It wasn't that he thought the others would react badly, he just wasn't sure now was the right time.
"What's up?" Aaron asked.
"Well, the thing is... I'm kinda..." Steve fumbled. "Me and Hugh are dating. He's... my boyfriend?"
His friends all stared silently but eyes slid towards Hugh who just nodded and then faced the front again. Which wasn't very helpful.
"Wow," Aaron said.
"Yea... that's... a big surprise?" Darren added.
"We had no idea," Charlie said as he dug into to pocket of his denim shorts. "No idea."
Charlie handed a tenner to Aaron who grinned happily as he took the money.
"It's such a big surprise," Darren repeated himself.
"Yea, ok," Steve laughed at them. "So you knew."
"Oh no, you guys were so subtle about it," Aaron answered sarcastically.
"We figured you'd tell us when you were ready," Charlie said.
"You guys are cool with it? With me being gay I mean?" Steve asked.
"Of course. And Hugh has really grown on us," Darren confirmed.
"Yea, like a fungus," Aaron said and he leaned forward to ruffle Hugh's hair.
"I am not a fungus," Hugh protested.
A short time later, Hugh had put on his headphones to block out the noise – having reached a point of sensory overload that made him agitated. Steve held his hand and sat quietly beside him while the bus travelled onwards and the others chatted amongst themselves. Steve's attention was drawn by the arrival of a message and when he read it, he felt uneasiness settle over him.
The message was from Matt and it was a summons to a briefing about the situation with Jethro Renton-Mass. It wasn't a very convenient time but a city break was as good a cover story as any for Steve and Hugh to slip away unnoticed. In the six months since they had learned about the existence of gifted people, so-called nu-men, they'd had a handful of encounters with Matt and Angelo. They were the leaders of a secret team who dealt with situations involving dangerous people with abilities. The most dangerous was Mr Renton-Mass... or so they were led to believe because no-one had quite told them what made him so dangerous.
Well, it was time to find out.
DEEPFAKE
Thomas Dutch had been voted the hottest actor under twenty-five for three years in a row. He had just turned twenty-five right around the same time as he put a finger between his legs and pushed the digit into his lubed ass hole.
Thomas moaned and humped his ass against the bed as he fingered himself. His other arm reached behind his head, exposing his armpit and stretching his muscular torso. Thomas's dick wasn't hard – not yet – but it was still an exquisite piece of young man meat. The black wiry hair above it was trimmed and he had a thin line of a treasure trail but his inner thighs were quite smooth and his legs were feathery with soft, downy fluff.
Thomas Dutch was one of the hottest men alive, best known for playing the college superhero Harvestman. Preston Pike was bitten by a radioactive Opiliones (an order of Arachnida) – aka a Harvestman – and acquitted superhuman abilities that include camouflage, autotomy (casting off body parts when under threat), stridulation (noisemaking by rubbing body parts together) and ozopore defence (the secretion of toxic chemicals).
Now the hot young actor was flat on his back, naked and spreadeagled and fingering himself like a butt-hungry slut. Timmy loomed over the young man as he pleasured himself, recording every moment of the self-pleasuring scene. Timmy would love to see this in a Harvestman movie.
Harvestman: Home Alone.
Timmy wondered how often Thomas Dutch masturbated and if he ever fingered himself? Did the young man eat his own cum? Had he ever sucked a cock to get an acting role or done a nude photoshoot no-one knew about? Certainly, Timmy fantasised about leaking the video he was making right now and it made him laugh to imagine the reaction of his fanbase.
Deepfake.
Invasion of privacy.
Revenge porn.
"You like that, Thomas?" Timmy prompted.
"Oh fuck yea," Thomas replied.
"Have you ever had sex with another guy?" Timmy prompted.
Thomas's eyes went wide.
"No. Never," Thomas admitted.
"But you want to, don't you? Imagine how good it would be to feel something bigger than your finger inside your guts," Timmy tempted the young man.
"But... your recording," Thomas said anxiously. "What if someone sees this?"
"No-one will see it, Thomas. This is just a bit of fun," Timmy replied. "You can trust me."
"I... I don't know," Thomas replied.
The young man hadn't stopped finger-fucking himself and when his ass humped the bed, his flaccid willy jumped around his groin. His foreskin had started to peel back to expose the uncut, sensitive head of his celebrity cock.
Timmy smirked at the dumb young man who couldn't refuse if he wanted to. Timmy's ability to control people was more or less absolute. He had met other mind controllers in his time but no-one, not even Jeffrey, had been more powerful than Timmy Kotes!
"How about I promise not to film us fucking?" Timmy proposed.
Relief swept Thomas's face.
"Ok," Thomas replied.
"But I do want to film you cumming on your own face," Timmy added spitefully.
"Wh-what?" Thomas replied.
"Yea, get your legs in the air and point your prick at your face," Timmy demanded.
Thomas pulled his finger from his ass and raised his legs, rolling onto the top of his back with his penis dangling towards his face. It still wasn't hard so the three inches drooped embarrassingly, wiggling like a worm.
"Get it hard and spat on your face," Timmy said as he continued to record the film star.
Timmy aimed down, capturing the actor's exposed anus, his taint, his balls and his face all in one shot. Thomas used his fingers to pull on his willy until it got hard. Three inches became just over six which was by no means remarkable but it was a very good average. Timmy had expected more from the world-famous actor but that was part of the fun of ordering the man to be hard. He could be as big as Timmy wanted him to be.
Thomas switched from fingers to a fist wrapped around his cock, concentrating on the bellend first and then stroking down the shaft. Thomas really was a remarkable vision to behold – his legs and thighs, his bare ass and his cute face. The nudity of a celebrity excited Timmy.
A single drip of precum made Timmy laugh at the young man and he was excited with anticipation of watching him make a mess of his own face. The sound of masturbation was one of squelching and splashing and the actor jerked his average dick in front of his remarkable face.
A few minutes later, Thomas was shooting spunk between his eyes and on his nose, drizzling the creamy snot over his mouth and chin.
Timmy zoomed in on the young actor and watched as Thomas lapped the cum with his tongue and licked it off his lips. Thomas dropped his legs and lay flat, face still covered with jizz while Timmy recorded the messiness for posterity.
Timmy's new favourite toy was a man named Cyrus Hyatt – a man who could change his appearance to look like anyone. Even celebrities. Cyrus was a man close to forty years old but he could look twenty-five with ease. Timmy had had Cyrus look like a sixteen-year-old TV actor a few days ago and that had been fun too. Every time Timmy explored a new appearance he imagined sharing video of them – after all Cyrus looked indistinguishable from the real thing.
Cyrus was a walking, talking, shapeshifting deepfake fantasy come true. Cyrus could look like anyone and Timmy could make Cyrus believe he was anyone. Was he now or had he ever been Cyrus Hyatt? Or Thomas Dutch? Or anyone really?
Timmy had been playing with Cyrus for a few weeks now – controlling his mind to make him do things, to keep him entertained. Timmy was trying to think of new amusements. Maybe he could have Cyrus be a version of Thomas Dutch with a four-inch hardon? That would be a very funny nude leak – a small penis humiliation for the big screen heartthrob.
"Tim... Timmy?" Thomas said groggily.
Timmy had been daydreaming and while his mind had wandered, Cyrus had pushed his way to the surface. He had obeyed the last of Timmy's instructions and, left idle, Timmy's will had loosened just a little.
"What is it?" Timmy asked irritably.
"This has to stop," Cyrus said groggily.
"Whatever. We're done for the day," Timmy said dismissively. "You can relax now."
With a little effort, Thomas Dutch's body bloated and then settled into a new body. This man had light brown skin and dark brown eyes, black hair and a muscular body. His chest, arms and legs were swathed with black hair – not quite enough to be described as hairy but certainly a very masculine appearance. It was a far cry from Thomas Dutch or Rider Topsman. Cyrus had masqueraded as Rider for five months, inveigling his way into the trust of Jethro Renton-Mass by posing as the politician's chief of security.
Now, Mr Renton-Mass knew the truth. He knew Rider was gone and that Cyrus had infiltrated his inner circle. He knew Cyrus was a spy and an agent of a group called Denego Potentia, an independent, subcontracted intelligence agency of enhanced and gifted people called nu-men. Nu-men, people with powers, were Specially Enhanced Xenogeny. Xenogeny simply meant offspring unlike either parent, an observation that enhanced people did not come from enhanced parents – powers seemed to arise spontaneously.
Jethro Renton-Mass seemed content to let Timmy play with Cyrus as much as he wanted. Cyrus had been confused and even a little insulted by the man's seeming disinterest. Cyrus had been captured by him a few weeks ago but Mr Renton-Mass hadn't even asked him any questions.
"Here," Timmy said as he tossed Cyrus a towel to wipe his face.
"Thanks," Cyrus said grudgingly.
Timmy was wearing shorts and a t-shirt but he'd need to get changed soon. Tonight was a big night – he had been planning it since Cyrus had been captured, since a spy named Max Bind had joined the SEX Men along with a traitor named Jeffrey. Timmy and Jeffrey had shared a competitive relationship – both mind controllers working for Jethro Renton-Mass. Except Jeffrey hadn't been working for JRM, he had been gathering information. Timmy still didn't understand why Mr Renton-Mass was so unperturbed by the security breach.
"I'm going away for the day. Might not be back until tomorrow," Timmy said casually.
"Where are you going?" Cyrus asked with an effort at nonchalance.
Timmy chuckled at the clumsy effort to obtain intelligence.
"Never mind where I'm going, Cyrus," Timmy admonished him.
Mr Renton-Mass trusted very few people but he had entrusted Timmy with a very important task: extracting a boy from a safehouse. He wasn't just any boy though – he was gifted, though Timmy didn't know what his powers were. The boy was also an Angel. Not in the messenger from god sense of the word which Timmy understood to be an embarrassingly stupid belief of Xtian's.
Rather, Angels were an ancient group of enhanced humans and the boy, whatever his ability, was a powerful youngster who had been hidden by the Choir. Why he had been hidden from Jethro Renton-Mass, Timmy didn't know... he didn't know a lot of things... Timmy usually just demanded to be told but he was oddly compliant with Mr Renton-Mass.
"Do not attempt to escape," Timmy said.
Cyrus was still naked and vulnerable and he felt the pressure of Timmy's instructions pressing into his mind. Cyrus had always thought he would be able to resist Timmy's control but it was too hard. Timmy was too strong. The young man compelled him into different appearances and sex acts and Cyrus had no choice but to obey.
Now Timmy had told him not to try and escape and he had no choice but to obey. But he could hope. He could hope his friends came for him. He could hope Jeffrey, his lover came for him. He could hope his husband (separated) Matt came for him. Would the SEX Men come for him soon?
Well, it was time to find out.
TO BE CONTNUED...
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told and A Series of Embarrassing Events.
The SEX Men prequel series: Anthology.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures.