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 elite agents... and also amateurs. Together they must use their abilities against a powerful enemy.
The SEX Men Vol. 1 : Issue. 2 Angels and Schemings!
PICTURING YU
The boy was in his mid-teens, sitting cross-legged on his bed and finishing a sketch that he'd started earlier in the day. Raphael was missing school which he knew put him in the minority. Most kids loved the summer – staying up late and hanging out.
The thing was, he lived in a secure home; he wasn't locked in or anything so... prison-like... but his guardians were employed to protect him, his identity was a secret, he was discouraged from cultivating too-close friendships and his schoolmates were only mates at school. Thus, summertime was lonely for Raphael. There was only a few days left of school but no-one was trying especially hard and Raphael hadn't even bothered going into school today.
Still, he also knew there would come a day when his life or liberty would be in jeopardy. This was not some existential fear. Raphael knew for certain that one day, the comforts of this home would come to an end. Angelo had told him. The man who knew the future. The man who had hidden him away from Jethro Renton-Mass. The man who had warned him that one day Jethro would find him.
"Will it be ok?" Raphael had asked at the time.
"In the end," Angelo said with a foreboding sense of finality.
Raphael studied the sketch with a sense of satisfaction. An artist from the local university was running art classes over the summer and though Raphael was still several years away from going to university, he had joined the class for something to do. His efforts were impressive.
The picture scribbled in a sketchpad in front of him was of a young man in his early twenties. He was shirtless and wearing running shorts that exposed most of his thighs, he was barefoot and his toes nestled in dry but green grass that was in need of being cut. The young man was Asian with milky coffee skin, brown eyes and black hair and eyebrows.
The art class had taken place in a greenspace on the university campus. Raphael had been impressed that the young man had so casually stripped outside – discarding his shirt and sandals to pose in tiny shorts. Obviously, lots of boys wore shorts in the summer but the combination of the undressing, sunny weather the outdoor setting, the passers-by on a busy campus and the posing was borderline erotic.
Who was Raphael kidding, it was 100% erotic to him but he was a horny teenager. The model's name was Yu and he had sat on stone bench with no backrest, his long legs spread in front of him as he leaned his lean body back. Yu propped himself up by putting his arms back, tightening his chest and stomach. His chest was smooth and his legs were creamy. Yu showed no embarrassment that his inner thighs were nearly hairless and almost boyishly smooth - like Raphael's and he was at least five or six years younger than the model. Yu's thighs and calves had wisps of hair that Raphael could hardly see from where he'd been sitting.
Raphael hadn't even realised he was hard. He'd been lazily and leisurely stroking himself as he studied the sketch and remembered the beautiful model. Raphael pulled off his t-shirt and lay back on his bed, dipping his hand into his shorts and feeling the clammy interior. His dick was half hard and thickened while Raphael played with himself.
The teenager tugged off his t-shirt and pulled his shorts down under his scrotum and took a better grip of things. Raphael tried to imagine Yu going for a shower after modelling; stripping naked and standing under the spray of water. Once he was nice and wet, Raphael stepped into the shower too and kissed the older boy. Yu wasn't even a boy but a young man and it felt exciting to be kissing an older boy.
Raphael closed his eyes and continued to masturbate and fantasise.
Yu reacted with surprise to be kissed.
"Weren't you in the art class?" he asked.
"Yes," Raphael replied.
Raphael kissed Yu again, this time his tongue flickered over Yu's mouth and teeth and tongue. The teenager pressed his naked body against Yu's.
"Maybe this isn't a good idea?" Yu said.
"Why not?" Raphael asked.
Raphael didn't wait for an answer, his head had already tilted and dipped to suck on one of Yu's nipples. Raphael wanted Yu to say it was wrong for a fifteen-year-old boy and a twenty-something year old man to kiss; yet, Raphael didn't have a mean streak and it would have ruined the fantasy to be mean or cruel or to take pleasure in Yu's discomfort.
Only a terrible person would take pleasure in that.
But it was exciting. To be a boy, dropping to his knees to suck a young man. Raphael found himself getting closer to his orgasm – he was young and full of cum. His record was four times in one hour and the last time he'd cum had been a mixture of pleasure and pain; his balls aching as they squeezed another squirt.
Raphael continued to imagine he was sucking Yu's dick. It wasn't a huge dick but not tiny either. Raphael's own cock was five and a half inches but he hoped it would grow another few inches in the next few years. The feel of Yu's legs and the wetness from the shower made Yu feel smooth like a statue. Raphael finally felt himself coming and when the orgasm arrived, he splashed it all over his topless chest.
Raphael liked when he did this but usually had the forethought to grab a towel first. He used his t-shirt instead but he'd need to change before dinner now or his guardians would have questions.
Raphael squeezed every last drop of cum from the slit on his cock and licked his fingers. Closing his eyes, Raphael could already feel himself getting sleepy in the afterglow. The hotness of the afternoon only made the teenager drowsier; he hoped he'd wake up to have a shower before dinner. He didn't want to go to dinner smelling of teenage swear and spunk.
EXPOSITION
Matt felt strange about gathering the team together. They had all be at the Racetrack, their base of operations, at one time or another but this would be the first time everyone had been assembled at one time. This conversation had been long overdue but it had taken time to arrange and Matt still wasn't sure they were ready.
Jay had been training, bulking up and learning how to fight and shoot. Jay had also been encouraged to develop his invisibility and he had made some progress in expanding the range of his ability. Matt was confident the young man could make other things beside himself invisible. Meanwhile, Milo needed no encouragement to develop his memory manipulation skills. Milo had taken to treating the place like a holiday camp. Maybe it was?
"School's out for summer," Milo sang in his best Alice Cooper impersonation which wasn't very good.
"Technically, it's not out until next week," Jay pointed out.
"For real?" Milo asked. "I am playing truant? Am I a rebel?"
"Sure," Jay replied with an indifferent shrug.
Max commuted between the Bunker, his own base of operations, and the Racetrack. As a spy in the SCION programme, his unauthorised involvement with Denego Potentia had caused tension with the Glasstower – the head office to whom he reported. Technically he reported to Kash Spendpence, his handler and a technical genius who Matt inferred was more than just a colleague. Max had only recently learned of his own special abilities - seduction and arousal augmentation. These abilities were less useful than his history of espionage but he was struggling with the team component, preferring to work alone.
Jeffrey had worked closely with Jethro Renton-Mass for over a year. As a mind controller he was a valuable addition to the team and Matt tried not to hold it against him that he was also Cyrus's lover. Matt and Cyrus had never actually divorced after their son died and Matt had recently moved on with Jay, could he blame Cyrus for meeting someone like Jeffrey... a little bit apparently. Unfortunately, by his own admission, Jeffrey's ability did not rival Timmy's.
Jay, Milo, Max and Jeffrey were already at the Racetrack. It was a facility with enough room to more than double the size of the team if they needed to. Steve and Hugh were the last to arrive and they were just settling in.
After receiving the message while they were boarding the bus, they had taken the long way to get to Clyde Daer. Hugh could have translocated them but how would they explain that to their friends. There was urgency to the meeting but it was not an imminent gathering so they took time to travel and enjoy their time with their friends. Then Steve had made excuses and extracted himself and Hugh – his friends probably believed they were going to have a wild sexual weekend.
Steve was a strong and muscular athlete which made his gentle ability all the more subtle. He could see people's emotions as colours and Matt had already tried to push the young man to develop them further – potentially to feel emotion too or even to manipulate emotions. Perhaps Steve's insight into thoughts and feelings were what made him so good with Hugh. Hugh could translocate; teleporting himself and other things. Hugh had once instinctively translocated Steve to save him from a speeding vehicle. In the last few months, Matt had challenged Hugh to move other things, bigger things, more things. The ability to move multiple people would be particularly useful. There had been mixed success so far but Hugh was a quick study and practiced regularly.
All in, their team was very powerful but their enemy was powerful too and his goals were unpredictable. The team was being gathered to discuss that very issue.
"Grey skies are gonna clear up," Angelo sang as he entered the room.
Matt looked at him thoughtfully and then looked out the window – an unnatural grey cloud had settled over the Racetrack. Matt chuckled mirthlessly and concentrated. It had been a bright, hot, sunny and cloudless day in mid-June. Matt's ability to manipulate the weather had inadvertently brought the grey cloud. Matt wasn't just distracted by the imminent meeting; he was melancholy as the longest day of the year approached. The day his son died three years ago. A day made tougher knowing his husband (separated) was in the clutches of a villain they did not like or trust.
"Sorry," Matt murmured as the cloud dissipated with effortless concentration.
"It's ok. If I really wanted a summers day I could slip into one quite easily," Angelo said.
Angelo could see through time – alternate realities. He also received information from the future except once that information was acted upon, that future no longer existed – at least not in Angelo's linear perception. Usually people make decisions based on past events. Angelo had the luxury of making decisions based on the future.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Angelo asked.
"About what?" Matt asked as if he didn't know what Angelo meant.
"Do you want to talk about Michael?" Angelo asked.
Even hearing his sons name hurt.
"No," Matt responded.
"Hello Jay," said Hugh.
"Hi," Steve added.
"Good to see you both again. I'm glad you decided to join the team," Jay replied.
After Steve and Hugh learned of each other's abilities, Jay had helped to explain the wider picture. The team his brother called the SEX Men and the range of abilities people like them had. Milo had made his introduction in the form of manipulating their memories but Steve and Hugh had come to accept it was part of their recruitment process.
Steve could see Milo coming and supressed a smile because people called his boyfriend a weirdo but Milo was something else. Milo was dressed in a khaki green t-shirt, blue & white shorts, yellow & orange socks and sandals. The odd arrangement of clashing colours suited him rather nicely.
Milo was a disorganised explosion of enthusiasm who was unable to sit still while Hugh was quiet and studied. They both had a habit of peaking without filtering the thought first.
"So, if I could be a wizard my name would be Gayndalf the Gay," Milo said by way of introduction.
There was a brief moment of confused silence.
"Ok, cool. But we are here to talk about the most dangerous man in the world, right?" Steve replied.
"Milo meant to say hello," Jay said as he put his arm around his little brother and gave him a sideways hug. "Didn't you?"
"Oh, yea. Sure. Hello," Milo said.
"Hello Milo," Hugh said while Steve flapped a hand by way of greeting.
Angelo, Matt, Max and Jeffrey entered the room next. The four adults were something of a contrast to the four boys. Some of the boys were young men but in comparison to the adults, they were very much junior partners. The eight people in the room made their way to the large table that currently accommodated a dozen chairs.
"You're all here because we need your help," said Angelo without preamble.
"He meant to say hello," Milo said with a pointed look at Jay. "Didn't he?"
"Sure, Milo," Angelo agreed patiently. "Hello everyone."
"Steve and Hugh, this is Max and Jeffrey. They're on the team too. Max and Jeffrey, these are Steve and Hugh," Matt introduced the two groups who had not yet met.
"We're all here so we can discuss the rescue of a fellow teammate. His name is Cyrus Hyatt, Matt's husband, a shapeshifter, an intelligence agent and the captive of Jethro Renton-Mass," Angelo began.
"But first we need to explain a few things," Matt chimed in.
"Like what the fuck is this all about?" Milo asked.
The boy had a point. The team so far had a very nebulous purpose.
"Angelo and I, Cyrus and others have worked together for years to deal with problems and sometimes even crises related to people with abilities. The building of this team has been because Angelo has seen a future... a very bad future," Matt said.
Everyone in the team were aware of Angelo's ability. He had described it as "an interaction with multiple continuum fields within the causal nexus." What that meant was that he could receive information about future events or warnings of things to come and therefore offering them a chance to change it. Maybe.
"I've seen a beautiful city in flames," Angelo said. "An island, the resurrection of an enemy..."
Angelo paused here. He hadn't told anyone about the boy. A boy with incredible powers who Jethro had been looking for for a long long time. There would be no avoiding it soon.
"And I've seen a great fall," Angelo continued. "A betrayal. A veil will be lifted..."
"I'm sorry, I'm going to have to interrupt," Jeffrey said caustically. "Are these comments supposed to be helpful? Because it sounds a lot like Barnum Effect bullshit. No offense."
"None taken," Angelo answered.
"Angelo can be frustratingly vague sometimes but it's not like he receives a written transcript of the future or a movie of the main events," Matt defended his friend. "We think the information are partial memories or knowledge from an Angelo in the future. Memories fade and become half-remembered like a dream."
"If I tell you that you're going to fall out of the sky, in itself it's not a very useful piece of information," Angelo offered by way of example. "It's only useful if there is some way to prevent it. Moreover, if a particular event serves a purpose then averting it could cause ripples that make things worse for us, not better."
"I hate to be difficult but I'm used to staying on track when planning an operation. If we are going to save Cyrus, we need to talk about Jethro Renton-Mass and what he's up to," Max interjected. "We're here because you've seen the future and surprise surprise, Mr Renton-Mass it the big bad. Why? Who is he?"
Angelo looked at Matt.
They did this often. It was an unspoken communication between the two leaders.
"It took me a while to figure it out and when I did..." Angelo hesitated, unsure how to articulate what he wanted to say. "There are some things I can't tell you. I literally can't tell you. Matt will have to explain some things and to do that, he needed to figure out what was going on too so we could talk about it. Max, Jeffrey, your intelligence has added to our ability to discuss things further."
"Sorry to interrupt again," Milo said putting up his hand. "Will there be ice cream later?"
Steve sniggered. Hugh didn't. Jeffrey and Max deflated slightly (unconvinced Milo should even be invited to join the team). Angelo and Matt practiced patience. Jay swatted his little brother.
"What Milo meant to say was, we're confused. What are you talking about?" Jay said.
"Seriously, will there be ice cream?" Milo whispered to Jay.
"Shhh. Yes. Shhh," Jay replied.
"Let's start at the beginning," Matt launched into the exposition.
"Angels are an ancient race of powerful and enhanced humans with superhuman abilities. They're not actually divine beings or anything so obnoxiously nauseating. It's just a title they adopted and it stuck. Angels are just very powerful humans with multiple abilities and long lives. As a people, they've been around for thousands of years," Matt said. "Substantially, they grew in number only when they were grouped together and were often met with suspicion and fear. Some were useful, bringing healing or good weather to their community. But when disease or war came, they were blamed and driven out or killed."
"They only grew in number when they were grouped together?" Max asked.
Matt smiled at the spy. He was very clever and astute.
"Yes. But together they were easier to find and in great numbers they were greatly feared and more likely to be attacked or killed," Matt continued. "So they split up, spreading out geographically until they were few and far between. This supressed their population."
Angelo often wondered what the world would look like if they had remained in a concentrated population.
"After a few millennia, less powerful people with abilities began to emerge. We call them nu-men... that's us. Angelo is an Angel and the rest of us are nu-men," Matt explained. "Our abilities come from the Angels."
"How?" Jeffrey asked.
"The genomorphic xenofield," Angelo said.
"I mean, this just sounds made up," Jay said sceptically.
"It is a field generated by a species that changes genetic expression," Hugh contributed.
"What? How do you know?" Steve asked with awe.
"Because I know what geno-, morphic, xeno- and field mean," Hugh replied frustratingly. "Do you mean an energy field?"
"Well if it's a field of wheat I am definitely sceptical," Max said sarcastically.
"Angels generate some kind of energy field, yes. It's like... how would you explain electromagnetism or gravity to someone from the eighteenth century? They would literally be incapable of understanding," Angelo said. "Jay uses principles such as quantum entanglement to become invisible and Hugh neurologically co-ordinates spatial transposition of matter..."
"Exactly how Angels communicate abilities to nu-men is either complicated or beyond our ability to understand," Jay interrupted and summarised. "Is that what you're saying?"
"No offense but yes," Angelo agreed.
"The Angel population remained small due to fertility issues and their separation but it was also an evolutionary advantage that aided their ability to hide. At some point, Angels discovered regular humans in their local community were born with abilities," Matt continued. "The Angels as a species generated a field that permeated through to create the first nu-men. However, unlike Angels, the nu-men did not give rise to children with enhancements."
"But my parents were gifted and I have abilities too," Max interjected.
"Yea, plus Matt told me his dad and brother had weather powers," Jay added – he'd never thought about that continuity error before.
"I can explain that," Matt said sheepishly. "I lied. Sorry."
"Why did you lie?" Jay asked.
"I should have said disinformation," Matt corrected himself. "Giving people in inaccurate history of myself is an occupational necessity."
As an intelligence agent, it was wise to muddy the waters about who he really was.
"But I'm not lying. My parents were gifted... and so am I," Max pointed out.
"Something changed," Angelo agreed.
"There have been clues that something is changing for a while. The odds of Jay and Milo, brothers, both having abilities are infinitesimal," Matt said.
"I'm not infinitesimal, I'm average," Milo objected.
"Wasn't talking about your dick, buddy," Jay told him.
"Oh. Then forget I said anything," Milo sank back in his chair.
"What changed?" Jeffrey asked.
"Population growth and density for one thing," Matt speculated. "For another, when the Second World War started, Angels and nu-men worked together for the first time. At least in a way we would recognise today."
Matt gestured around the table at their own little group: the SEX Men.
"The combination of an Angel and nu-men in close proximity reinforced the xenofield. It took decades for anyone to realise it and, of course, it was the worst of us who figured it out first," Angelo revealed.
"Jethro Renton-Mass?" Max asked.
"Yes," Angelo answered tightly.
If the changes in the xenofield began eighty years ago, it could have taken generations to have a noticeable effect. Max, Jeffrey, Cyrus and Matt had all been born in the 1980's and there had been generations since then. How long did it take to change the nature of an entire species? Was that Jethro Renton-Mass's plan?
"Why didn't you just tell us all this months ago?" Jay asked.
"Angelo said... there are some things I can't tell you. I literally can't tell you," Hugh quoted.
That look again between Angelo and Matt.
"Something else happened during the Second World War," Matt said. "Eugenics. There have been multiple efforts to breed abilities but the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei were the first who's efforts threatened to cause the extinction of the Angels. Ironically, their extreme tactics could have destroyed all abilities because without the Angels, the nu-men would cease to be too."
"The Nazi's also inspired international efforts to breed abilities. All were frustrated that forcing people with abilities to have sex was not creating more superbabies," Angelo added. "Eventually, some of the science teams realised Angels were the lynchpin."
"It would be easier if they just made a prequel explaining it all for me," Milo muttered – finding it hard to stay focussed.
"However, there was an Angel who had the ability to enter minds and control thoughts," Matt revealed. "He used his ability to create a neural block. A kind of mind dam that stopped all Angels from sharing information about other Angels. He made it impossible for one to compromise the others."
"And that's why you don't or can't tell us anything?" Jay asked Angelo.
"The block has degraded but it's still there. That's why we needed spies in Jethro's ranks. Once you know something and share it, it eventually spoils the block and lets me tell you more about what I know," Angelo revealed.
"Wait... so Angelo can only tell us things we already know?" Milo scoffed. "That's like having a compass that doesn't point north and only points the way to a place if you already know where it is. Which would be ridiculous."
Steve chuckled – Milo might be irritating and inattentive but he also had a good point.
"Mr Renton-Mass has used this compartmentalisation of information to his advantage?" Hugh asked.
"If his evil plan has been to make more people like us, is that so bad?" Steve asked.
"Jethro uses power and political disruption to his advantage. Creating chaos produces an environment that necessitates teams like ours and the gathering of teams like ours reinforces the xenofield to create more nu-men," Matt elaborated. "He did it in the Federated American Republic when he helped to install a despot. Election years, the death of a monarch, stochastic terrorism, herrenfolk democracies... they all breed chaotic environments and those environments make it easier for Mr Renton-Mass to recruit."
"Jethro's biggest problem is that people are, surprisingly, mostly good. There are only a few hundred nu-men in Albion. Finding people who are willing to help him commit terrorism and hurt people is not easy," Angelo added.
"He needs people like Timmy," Max said. "And less good guys like Matt or Jay."
"Or me?" Milo asked hopefully.
"Sure," Max agreed sincerely.
"People like Timmy and I can control people's minds but we can't change someone's nature," Jeffrey thought aloud. "We each make dozens of choices to construct our character. If he wanted one of you to join him he would need Timmy to continuously reinforce and command the nefarious actions."
"Sorry but... what have we all learned today?" Milo asked.
"He is an agent of chaos and we need to disrupt that agency," Angelo replied. "I've already seen the bodies and the blood. If we don't stop him, Jethro Renton-Mass will use his political clout to start a war. To create chaos."
"He took Cyrus to antagonise us, maybe to find out what we know, and to impair out ability to interrupt his plans," Matt added. "It's important we all know how dangerous this man is and why he's doing what he's doing."
"If Jethro Renton-Mass is doing this to grow the number of nu-men, he's trying to protect his people. He thinks he's a good man," Steve speculated. "If he's able to reach a point where this magical energy field turns all people into nu-men..."
"It would be fucking anarchy!" Max interjected.
"It would mean Angels and nu-men wouldn't need to hide anymore," Steve countered.
"He's still a power-mad degenerate, Steve," Angelo insisted. "But you're right, Jethro thinks he's a good man. However, I'd rather not antagonise him yet. This is a rescue mission. We get Cyrus back first then worry about what to do next..."
Angelo was interrupted from saying anything else when his phone rang. His hand dipped into his pocket and he looked at the display. Matt saw his face fall while the others were busy talking amongst themselves. Almost everyone – Max saw Angelo's expression but he was a man who was used to observation and calculation.
"Yes?" Angelo answered as he stepped away from the table.
The call lasted a few minutes and when he returned, he sat down heavily.
"Bad news?" Matt asked, leaning towards his friend.
Angelo's eyes were downcast and mournful.
"I'm sorry," Angelo said almost to himself.
"For what?" Matt asked.
Angelo and Matt were not supposed to keep secrets. Not on important things like this.
"The safehouse," Angelo eventually said but he directed his words to Max.
"Oh," Max replied. "The boy?"
Angelo nodded.
"What boy?" Matt asked irately – he wasn't used to being out of the loop.
"Angelo asked me to look into the security surrounding a safehouse where an Angel named Raphael has been living," Max said.
"He's a healer. A very powerful one and Jethro has been obsessed with finding the boy," Angelo told Matt.
"Why?" Matt asked.
RAPHAEL
Timmy could be arrogant and impulsive, puerile and cruel but he had a very useful set of skills and Mr Renton-Mass had trusted him. Just a few weeks ago, when Cyrus was captured, Mr Renton-Mass had asked Timmy to plan an abduction.
"There is a boy being held in a safehouse. As soon as we've taken him, Angelo and his team will know. Cyrus is a motivating factor for Matt, the boy will motivate Angelo," Jethro Renton-Mass had said.
Mr Renton-Mass went on to reveal that the boy was an Angel. Timmy wasn't sure he believed in Angels. Timmy knew they weren't divine (because there is no god) but even so, he wasn't sure he believed Mr Renton-Mass was part of a race that set itself above and beyond regular humans.
Timmy had been sceptical when his boss had claimed he was over five hundred years old but he had also spent the last two weeks having sex with a man who could shapeshift his appearance so perhaps anything was possible.
Timmy didn't doubt there were people with abilities but Angels and nu-men? The young man rather thought his abilities were elevated above the average nu-man – but that was his arrogance talking.
The boy in the safehouse was important, Timmy didn't doubt that either, but Mr Renton-Mass was unwilling (or unable) to tell Timmy too much.
"The boy is called Raphael. He is under the protection of guardians who report directly to the Denego Potentia Department," Mr Renton-Mass said.
"To Angelo and Matthew Tempest?" Timmy asked.
"No. I suspect Matthew Tempest knows nothing about this," Jethro sneered.
"Angelo is keeping secrets? How exciting," Timmy chuckled. "Maybe we can drive a wedge between them?"
"I suspect the whole team will be told about Raphael once you've taken him," Jethro replied. "Angelo will have no choice but to tell them because he'll need their help to rescue him."
"What do you want me to do?" Timmy asked gleefully.
"Plan Raphael's extraction with the Risico Militia. It took a long time to find him so don't screw up. As far as I know his protection is limited to two guardians to avoid attracting attention. It might be easier if you just..."
"Ask," Timmy interrupted. "You want me to control his protectors."
"I think that would be best, yes," Mr Renton-Mass responded. "Violence will only escalate things with Angelo's team and with conventional authorities. Please try to be subtle."
The man had spoken with scepticism and Timmy knew his boss doubted he was capable of subtlety. It was true that Timmy lacked refinement and tact but he was learning. After leaving Cyrus in the morning, Timmy had taken Risico Team One and gone over the extraction plan once more. It was late afternoon when they headed to the safehouse. It turned out that such places, or the people within them, were kept remarkably secret for a reason. The house was just a house – there were cameras and a complex alarm and enhanced communication features but no armed guards. There was no barbed wire of laser defence grid or drone security – it was just a house.
Ultimately, Timmy approached and pretended to be an innocent boy in need of help. Once the door was opened, he demand entry from the very human guardians inside. Timmy wondered what the scenario was. The guardians were both men. Did the neighbours think they were a gay couple raising their son? Did they think the men were friends – that one or both of the men was Raphael's dad or did they know he was in their care? Like a foster child or an adoptee or a ward?
Everything Timmy had found out when planning the extraction suggested that Raphael's guardians believed he was in witness protection. He was, Timmy supposed. Protection organised by Angelo to keep the boy away from Mr Renton-Mass. The young Angel must have amazing powers if Jethro was so interested in him.
The guardians were no match for Timmy.
"Close the door," Timmy said once he had stepped inside.
Neither of the men wore an expression of doubt and confusion as he obeyed the instruction. He was aware of not acting on his own.
"If there are any alarms or alerts in here, do not activate them," Timmy commanded.
"Who are you?" one of the men asked.
"I'm Timmy. Who are you and you?" Timmy returned.
"I'm Allen and this is Wayne," the tallest of the two men replied.
"That's nice," Timmy said pleasantly. "Is Raphael here?"
The pair were compelled to respond whether they liked it or not and they did not like it. They were Raphael's guardians and protectors. They didn't know why he was in protective custody but they knew some weird shit happened in the world and both Raphael and this boy called Timmy were involved.
The Risico Militia remained outside in case Timmy needed armed reinforcements but it was too easy for Timmy to just order the two guardians not to raise the alarm or resist. Once they had confirmed Raphael was in the house, Timmy grinned at them.
"Strip naked," Timmy demanded.
He didn't need to do this – Timmy could have just had them face the corner or go for a walk but he could never resist manipulating hot and mentally malleable men. It was disappointingly easy. Angelo should have assigned someone with abilities to protect Raphael, not two clueless people. Not that nu-men had had better resistance to his powers than `normal people'.
The two men were attractive in different ways. Allen was taller and more muscular like a heavyweight boxer. He had dark hair and a beard and beady brown eyes; once stripped to his underwear, he had a surprisingly hairless chest, thighs and legs; once completely naked, he had a surprisingly small and squat little prick between his legs that was nestled inside a bush of pubes.
Wayne was less muscular but lean and wiry like a lightweight boxer. His hair was short and fair, his eyebrows nearly invisible and his eyes green; Wayne had and otter type distribution of hair across his chest and legs – furry rather than hairy. His pubes were also bushy but the flaccid penis emerging from it was a few inches longer than his companion.
The tall and masculine but smooth man with the tiny dick next to a shorter and hairier man with an average wiener made them a fun contrast.
"Why are you here?" Wayne asked.
"I'm came to take Raphael but now I'm multitasking. I want to see you guys kiss," Timmy said.
The men turned and locked lips. It was interesting sometimes – the way his instructions were interpreted. He said kiss – they could have kissed on the cheek. Sure, he'd have made them move on to full-on tongue-filled snogging but they made the choice to start there. Timmy watched as their bodies pressed and their arms embraced.
"You can stop now. Both of you get yourselves hard," Timmy commanded.
The men parted and their hands began to play with the limpness between their legs. Timmy didn't want to ask if they were straight – their level of resistance was pathetic, not even reaching the level of voicing objection – so it was more fun to imagine they were.
When he saw they were both hard, he started laughing. The tall and masculine Allen had a hard-on that was barely four inches; Wayne was nearly six and a half.
"I thought you would be a lot bigger," Timmy smirked at Allen.
Allen blushed. He knew his dick was on the small side – lower average or below average – but he'd never felt as ashamed about it as Timmy's derisive laugh made him feel now. Timmy pulled out a chair from the side of the room and placed it near the centre then told Allen to sit. Then he handed lube to the man.
Timmy never left home without lube.
"Make your dick nice and slick. You're going to fuck Wayne here," Timmy said.
There was a flicker of resistance that failed to reach the surface.
"Sit on his dick," Timmy commanded Wayne. "Let me know if you can even feel it."
Timmy was still laughing as Wayne approached his colleague, turned and then sat on his lap. Wayne slowly lowered his arse onto Allen's dick, feeling the tip hit his sphincter which spread open and loosened until the short and squat dick began to side inside.
"Fuck yourself on him," Timmy said.
Allen pleasured himself and found the experience surprisingly exciting and stimulating. He didn't know why he was obeying this interloper. Humping his butt on the short prick, Wayne could feel the bristles of Allen's thighs and the pubes above his cock tickled his sacrum.
"Why don't you switch places?" Timmy suggested.
Wayne stood up, feeling Allen's dick slip out of his hole which remained sticky and wet from lubricant. Allen stood up and Wayne sat down. Allen lubed his cock and when Wayne took his turn to be fucked, he remained facing Wayne. Wayne's legs nestled between Allen's muscular thighs, their chest's almost touching as Allen squatted to lower his ass towards the vertical pole of meat.
Wayne bounced up and down on the dick and let out a moan of pleasure he would never have anticipated feeling.
"What's going on out... here..." said the voice of a boy.
Timmy turned to see Raphael for the first time.
When Timmy saw the boy, he was stunned. Raphael was around fifteen or sixteen years old. The perfect age to realise his powers. He was very cute in shorts and a bedraggled looking t-shirt.
"Come and watch," Timmy said.
Raphael's gaze had been locked on Timmy – the stranger in the room – but it shifted to his guardians and then back to Timmy.
"I don't think so," Raphael replied.
Timmy's happy and carefree expression hardened. He wasn't used to being told no and he didn't like it. Raphael was trying very hard not to look at the two men having sex – seemingly unable to stop fucking. Raphael's gaze finally slid to them and he watched as Allen bounced up and down on Wayne's cock.
"Well, that has been neat boys, but it's time for me to go," Timmy told the two men. "Don't stop until you've both cum and then wait for a bit. Maybe cuddle for an hour."
Allen continued to ride Wayne's cock, feeling his own throb and bounce between their bodies. If he blew his load now he'd cover his own chest and Wayne's.
"Come with me," Timmy said to Raphael.
"Eh... no!" Raphael replied.
Timmy glared at the boy who made no secret of being totally impervious to his persuasion. It wasn't often Timmy met someone who could resist his mind control.
"Sorry, I phrased the question wrong," Timmy replied. "You can stop what you're doing for a minute and stand up."
Allen and Wayne, despite not being gay, had been in the throes of passion and were almost disappointed by the interruption. They stood up anyway and Allen felt slightly wobbly on his feet having just had a cock inside him. Raphael couldn't help but be curious – checking out the two stunning, naked men. Allen's dick was shorter than he'd expected while Wayne was generous by comparison.
"Grab him," Timmy ordered the guardians.
The two naked men strode across the room and grabbed Raphael who yelped in surprise.
"One of you hold him," Timmy commanded. "The other... rip his t-shirt off."
Wayne grabbed Raphael from behind and held both his arms. The boy struggled impotently but could not get free from the grip of his protector. Moreover, he could feel Wayne's cock against his shorts, poking the crack of his buttocks.
Allen meanwhile grabbed the neck of Timmy's t-shirt and pulled. Several strong tugs and the fabric gave way, tearing with a series of jerks until it was split down the middle.
"I hope that wasn't your favourite shirt of anything," Timmy said apologetically. "I'm guessing since it was covered with blobs of cum that it wasn't."
Raphael blushed that the semen stains had been noticed.
"Pull his shorts down," Timmy commanded Allen.
Allen obeyed and a moment later, Raphael was left in just his underwear and the tatters of his t-shirt. Timmy did the final honours, easing Allen out of the way to peeling the boy's briefs down slowly.
Raphael was average height – 5ft 6 or so – and had the physique of a fit teenager without being muscular. He had a pretty face with bleached hair and dark roots and brown eyes. His chest was more or less smooth and the patch of pubic hair that was slowly unveiled was neat and mousy. His penis was mousy too – a small and shy tube of three-inch flesh. Timmy wondered how much bigger it got.
"You're almost as big as this guy and you're not even hard," Timmy laughed as he gestured between Raphael and Allen. "Let him go."
Wayne let Raphael go and Timmy pulled the remnants of the t-shirt away to leave him totally naked and barefoot. Timmy took his phone from his pocket and tapped it a few times.
"You're cute," Timmy said genuinely. "Allen and Wayne, you guys can sixty-nine now, both cum, wait an hour before you raise the alarm."
An hour was more than enough time to get away. Mr Renton-Mass had emphasised they did not need to keep the abduction secret because he wanted Angelo and his team to come for the boy. While the guardians got on the floor to suck each other, Team One entered the house – summoned by Timmy's phone.
The Risico Militia had already been given orders so the acted without a word - gagging Raphael so he wouldn't shout for help and carried him to the van parked outside the safehouse. The house was in a residential area, entirely unremarkable, and it occurred to Timmy that it could have been any house. Did people live next door to safehouses all the time and not know it? The more Timmy thought about it, the more he wondered what was so special about Raphael? An Angel? So what? Timmy had looked up the name – it was the name of a healer, was that the boy's ability? Seemed on the nose.
Timmy made a couple of attempts to engage Raphael but the boy was not interested in talking and Timmy, infuriatingly, could not make him talk. The teenager sat, naked and cold, his legs closed and hands in his lap trying to protect his modesty. Raphael refused to talk the whole way from the safehouse to De Burs Airforce Base, a retired airfield where Mr Renton-Mass organised his extracurricular activities.
Timmy wished he could control Raphael and make him do things. Masturbate, suck cock, bend over. Timmy's imagination would need to do the work for him. When they were nearly on site, Timmy tried again.
"I never introduced myself. Which was rude, I guess," Timmy said ingratiatingly "My name's Timmy."
"Raphael," the nude Angel replied. "Can I have some clothes?"
"I find people don't try to escape when they're bare naked and barefoot," Timmy replied.
"Escape? How I am going to escape when you have an army under your thrall and I'm miles from home?" Raphael challenged.
Timmy sat back and looked at him. Timmy was used to getting whatever he wanted and unused to being spoken to with such disrespect and open contempt. It made him angry and when he was angry he usually took it out on some poor bastard. Like the young man he had turned into a puppy – complete with pup play hood and briefs with a tail.
"You're kinda cute, Raphael. Maybe a little short. How old are you, fifteen or sixteen? And that tiny worm between your legs? I hope it's a grower because that little thing is hilarious," Timmy mocked.
Raphael blushed and Timmy grinned that even without mind control he could still degrade someone. In fact, the challenge was a nice change of pace.
"Have you even started puberty yet? Because those legs are silky smooth. I mean, your balls have dropped so maybe the rest is just you being a late developer," Timmy continued.
Raphael regretted engaging the asshole. The vehicle came to a stop and the door opened.
"Follow me," Timmy said.
"Where are you taking me?" Raphael asked.
"To see the boss," Timmy replied.
Timmy made Raphael stand with his hands restrained behind his back so he couldn't cover up his penis. Raphael had a lovely little butt that's cherry had never been popped. Timmy would be delighted to take Raphael's virginity but they hadn't gotten off to a great start so he'd need to charm the boy if he wanted to be his first.
When Jethro Renton-Mass entered he strode confidently into the room but his pace slowed when he saw the naked boy. He had almost been smiling but this too faded, his thoughts hidden behind an unreadable mask.
Mr Renton-Mass didn't look at the beautiful butt or the neat little penis. He grabbed Timmy by the arm as he walked to his desk and hauled the young man with him. Timmy was taken by surprise and once they were both in front of the desk, with Raphael behind them, Timmy roughly shrugged off the grip.
"Why is he naked?" Mr Renton-Mass demanded.
"He didn't do as I told so I took steps to make sure he wouldn't try to escape," Timmy replied.
The man looked at him sharply and with scepticism.
"Get him dressed now, please," Mr Renton-Mass said quietly.
Timmy felt as if he had been scalded by his father except he actually respected Mr Renton-Mass so the disappointment hurt. Timmy turned to the nearest guard and eyed him up and down. He was a big guy in boot, combat trousers, a white shirt and a bulletproof vest. He had a firearm in a holster at his hip but none of the guards in the room viewed Raphael as an immediate danger so no weapons were drawn.
"Take off your clothes and give them to him," Timmy ordered the guard.
The guard unclipped his vest and pulled it up and off, then removed the holster from his belt. The guard pulled off his boots and his socks next. Raphael watch with amazement as the man totally stripped with a single command from the young man who looked so innocent and, if he was honest, attractive. The guard pushed the trousers down and then unbuttoned three buttons on the shirt to lift it over his head. Now clad only in his boxers, the man removed them too.
The man was incredible. His chest and stomach had swathes of hair, he was very muscular and broad chested. His arms and legs looked capable of lifting heavy weights. His penis was four inches, circumcised and emerged from trimmed pubes.
While the man had been stripping, Timmy had removed Raphael restraints. The naked guard lifted his clothes and proffered them to the nude teenager.
"You... you don't have to do that," Raphael said too late.
"Yes he does. Get dressed," Timmy said to Raphael.
The boy didn't really want to wear the boxers that had touched another man's genitals or the socks. He picked out the trousers and pulled them on; they were hilariously big on him and Raphael tightened them as much as possible. They hung low on his hips, emphasising the creamy expanse between his belly button and his short pubes.
Raphael then pulled on the white shirt which also swamped him. The man was half a foot taller than the teenager and nearly double his weight – mostly in muscle. Raphael felt positively embarrassed in the man's clothes but less embarrassed than when he had been naked.
Raphael buttoned the shirt up to cover his chest but left the top button open. He didn't even try to put his size 8 feet into the size 13 boots. The teenager looked sympathetically at the guard.
"Please let him get dressed," Raphael said compassionately.
"Why, I like him like this?" Timmy laughed.
"Timmy, stop wasting time," Mr Renton-Mass admonished.
Timmy really didn't like being treated like a child or reprimanded in front of people but he hid it well.
"Put that on," Timmy told the guard – gesturing to the socks, boots and boxers.
"Get out," Jethro Renton-Mass said. "Everyone get out."
Timmy didn't ask if that included him, he didn't want to be rebuked or embarrassed again. He and the guards left the room – leaving their employer alone with the teenager who they had abducted.
"Hello..." Jethro said.
"They call me Raphael," the boy said sullenly.
"I know," Jethro replied. "Do you know why you're here?"
"Angelo told me," Raphael replied with a nod.
Jethro was surprised for a moment. So, Angelo had known and had tried to prepare the boy for what was to come? How much did the boy know though?
"And you know who I am?" Jethro asked.
"You are Jethro Renton-Mass. An Angel. An outcast. A self-appointed political advisor," Raphael replied. "You enjoy chaos and manipulation. Angelo warned me you'd come for me one day. I'm guessing you want to use me for my abilities. Healing, pain control, regrowth, disinfection... Maybe I can cure you of whatever makes you want to use and hurt people?"
Jethro looked at the boy with a mixture of emotions. He had looked and acted so timid, but he was fiery and brave. He had been compliant and offered no resistance but he spoke confidently and with self-assurance. He was a good person and that would be his greatest weakness.
"You do know a lot about me," Jethro said quietly. "But I don't want you for your abilities... I don't just want you for your abilities."
"What else do you want?" the boy demanded.
"Angelo missed out an important detail while filling your head with propaganda," Jethro said.
"Yea? What did he not tell me?" Raphael asked.
"You're my son, Raphael," Jethro said. "You are my son."
TO BE CONTNUED...
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