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. 5 Sight Unscene!
MORNING WOULD
Raphael had closed his eyes as his hand pumped on his dick. It was warm in his room so he had slept in just his boxers beneath a thin sheet. The boxers were now around the top of Raphael's thighs and the sheet just covering his dick as he jerked it.
Raphael had the sudden and uneasy sensation of being watched and when he opened his eyes, he saw Timmy watching him. Raphael wondered how long Timmy had been there, watching him jerk off his morning boner. He was embarrassed but could tell Timmy relished in humiliation and degradation so didn't give the lad the satisfaction of showing shame.
"You're really cute," Timmy said.
Raphael and Timmy had a similarly petite physique – fir but not muscular, on the short side of average and almost hairless but for some wispy sprigs and small neat patches of downy hair in the right places. Raphael used his free hand to ruffle his own hair, exposing a sparse armpit.
"I hope you're not going to stop?" Timmy smirked.
Frustratingly, Raphael had seemed totally impervious to his mind control. He could not make the Angel continue to jerk off but if he did, wouldn't that be wonderful. Perhaps it would be his natural charm that inspired Raphael to continue his self-pleasure.
"I always jerk off in the morning. Don't you?" Raphael asked casually as he played with the head of his cock, the slit leaking precum that made a damp spot on the sheet.
"Sure. I could help you if you want? Have you ever had sex? Morning would?" Timmy joked.
"I'm not having sex with you, Timmy," Raphael said bluntly.
Timmy turned a key in the lock and slid the door open so there was no barrier between them except space and animosity. Raphael hated Timmy. Aside from the bars that offered Raphael no privacy unless he was in the bathroom, which was a separate room, it actually quite a comfortable cell.
"Shame," Timmy replied.
Raphael allowed the sheet to drop lower as his strokes grew more enthusiastic. His balls were nice, plump and contained inside a silky scrotum. Timmy was still enjoying watching the cute boy play with himself. Raphael had bleached hair with dark roots and dark brown eyes. His smooth skin would capture cum nicely. Timmy had wondered how big Raphael was and the answer was five and a half inches, maybe a little more.
"You know Jethro Renton-Mass is my father, don't you?" Raphael asked.
"He told me last night. After you were brought to your room," Timmy replied – pleased to have earned his boss's trust.
"My prison," Raphael corrected.
"It's not a prison," Timmy objected.
"Am I allowed to leave?" Raphael asked.
"No," Timmy replied.
"It's a prison," Raphael asserted.
Talking and masturbating was distracting but Raphael was getting closer to cumming and being watched had been disconcertingly fun. If he ignored the fact that the cute voyeur was a total bastard!
"Would he approve of you watching me?" Raphael asked.
"Maybe. Maybe not. He can be fickle," Timmy said but he was totally unconcerned either way.
Timmy had an arrogant sense of his worth and considered himself to be indispensable. He might be right. Jethro replied greatly on Timmy and gave him a lot of latitude. What was Raphael to the man? His son but a total stranger.
"Stand up... please," Timmy said.
Raphael swallowed and decided to comply – he could not be coerced by Timmy's mind control but he could choose to play along. He dropped his short, smooth legs over the side of the bed and stood up to expose his skinny, naked body.
He'd never really been naked in front of another boy before except in changing rooms or in his fantasies. Raphael was excited to be exposed. Timmy stepped closer and reached out his hand, silently offering to take over the job of jerking. Raphael released his dick and felt Timmy wrap his hands around it. It was exquisite. It felt strange to have his cock jerked by a different hand. Timmy was actually quite gentle, using his palm and fingers to excite the head and shaft.
"Have you ever been with another boy?" Timmy asked.
"I'm really not going to have sex with you," Raphael insisted.
"I know. I mean... have you ever been with another boy? Have you ever touched another dick?" Timmy asked.
Raphael blushed and looked away.
"It's ok. Do you want to touch mine?" Timmy asked. "Go on."
Timmy released Raphael's cock and pulled down the front of his shorts to expose his penis. It was still flaccid when Raphael reached out – curiosity and teenage horniness overriding common sense and the fact he still hated Timmy.
The limp, two and a half inches were soft, with a pliable foreskin over a tube of squishy flesh. It actually felt really good to touch another boy. In the same way as having Timmy jerk him had been odd, touching Timmy's penis was weird too. The only sensory input his hands were used to when jerking was his own cock.
The cock in Raphael's hand expanded and he was proud of himself for turning the lad on. Timmy's cock was much bigger than his own – seven inches fully hard. Raphael pushed the foreskin all the way back, gazing at the spongy head, the triangular shape of the frenulum and the slit from which a bead of pearly liquid was already weeping.
Timmy resumed stroking Raphael and the pair mutually masturbated in silence. Raphael didn't want to admit how much he liked touching another boy's dick and how much he wished it wasn't Timmy. But it was awesome! Close to cumming, Timmy offered a warning.
"You're gonna make me cum," Timmy announced.
Timmy was still dressed in shorts, t-shirt and trainers while Raphael was bare naked. When he came, the spunk splashed in Raphael's bellybutton and the rest on the naked boy's feet.
"That was great. But I got my cum on you. Let me take care of that," Timmy offered.
Timmy knelt down and smiled at the velvety expanse of boy tummy. Raphael had a belly button that looked like a swirl with a small blob pushing out at the bottom. There was not much cum inside the neat belly button but above and around it was doused in Timmy's jizz. Timmy leaned forward and kissed the smooth skin. Raphael sighed with pleasure as he felt Timmy's tongue and lips absorb the cum. Then Timmy, without warning, took Raphael's cock in his mouth. Raphael had little to no experience with boys, though he had fantasised about it, So his first blowjob did not last long and he came in Timmy's mouth after only a few minutes.
"Fuck," Raphael panted.
Timmy looked up with the erection still in his mouth and pulled back slowly. Raphael's dick slipped free from his lips and Timmy smirked with satisfaction that he had seduced the boy without even using mind control.
"I've never done that before," Raphael confessed.
"You liked it though, right?" Timmy replied.
Raphael nodded.
"Timmy? Am I alone here?" Raphael asked.
"Of course not. I'm here," he replied facetiously.
"No, I mean... Is there anyone else like me here?" Raphael asked clumsily.
"Any other prisoners?" Timmy asked detachedly. "Yes."
"Can I meet them?" Raphael asked hopefully.
"No," Timmy responded and he stood up. "Is that why you let me do this? Why you played along? You hoped I'd tell you things or give you special treatment?"
"Maybe?" Raphael admitted. "Timmy, I'm lonely. Don't you are about that?"
"Not really, no. And you certainly can't see Cyrus. He's too dangerous," Timmy said.
"Cyrus?" Raphael asked hopefully.
"You know him?" Timmy asked, fishing for information.
"Angelo has talked about him," Raphael said vaguely. "If you could just let me meet him..."
"Not a chance," Timmy interrupted. "Please don't ask again."
Timmy's tone had hardened and Raphael knew pursuing the issue further would only anger the young man.
"Why are you helping my father?" Raphael asked instead. "You could do so much more..."
"Is this where you appeal to my..." Timmy smirked, "Better angels?"
"You are working for the bad guy, Timmy," Raphael cautioned him.
"I don't care, Raphael. I take what I want and do what I want," Timmy replied with honesty. "You know why? Because I'm not a good person. You are. But I'm not like you. I don't want to be like you. It makes you weak."
Raphael didn't reply right away. He should have felt embarrassed and vulnerable; after all, he was still naked while Timmy was clothed, still a prisoner, still half-hard from cumming in his enemy's mouth. But he didn't feel vulnerable, he felt resolve. He didn't know exactly what would happen over the coming hours or years but Angelo had told him some things and, if anything, it made him pity Timmy.
"You're going to die, Timmy," Raphael said.
Timmy looked as if he had just been slapped. He staggered back, appalled and a little scared. He recovered after a few seconds but by then, the young Angel had seen the real Timmy – a scared boy.
"Not today," Timmy replied and he stormed towards the door.
"But soon," Raphael warned.
He didn't really know if this was true but wrong-footing Timmy had unsettled the young man and he hoped the SEX Men could use that to their advantage.
Timmy slammed the door on his way out.
VOLUNTEERS
"It's important you all know you're not obliged to do this," Max said.
Matt agreed with the statement but he didn't really think it was Max's place to say it. The spy had returned from the Bunker, his own base of operation, an hour after sunrise. At this time of year, sunrise was 04:31 so Max had clearly had an early start.
However, the team was led by Matt and Angelo – not by Max.
Max was a new recruit to Denego Potentia. His sexual powers were unlikely to be relevant in the upcoming mission. Max's skills as a spy were what they needed – not his arousal or seduction skills and not his leadership.
"You all have special skills that that will help us complete this mission. In fact, we have four mission priorities," Matt said. "However, Max is right. You don't have to do this."
"We want you to help us, but if we're asking too much, it's ok," Angelo added.
"I can't speak for everyone but I'm in," Jay said immediately.
"Do we get nametags? Team uniforms? Special underwear?" Milo asked.
"Only if you're good," Jeffrey told him.
"Oh... so no then," Milo sulked.
"Are you suggesting we can just stay here?" Hugh asked pragmatically.
"That's exactly what we're suggesting," Angelo replied.
Angelo and Matt shared one of their patented looks. They were both thinking they would be fucked if certain people opted out at this late stage.
"Look, sometimes action is needed and sometimes patience. Mr Renton-Mass and Timmy are not the first villains Angelo and I have faced but they're dangerous. If you come with us, you will be in danger," Matt told them honestly.
"The whole point of being a team is that peril is reduced by sharing the risk," Angelo added.
"Having great powers does not oblige you to help though," Matt told them.
"But if we don't help, Cyrus will stay Jethro's prisoner. Mr Renton-Mass and Timmy and anyone else they recruit will continue to use their abilities for evil," Steve said with concern.
"Passivity is not the same thing as using powers for evil, Steve," Matt said gently. "I used to tell people; inaction is not the same as malevolent undertaking."
"What do you think we should do?" Steve asked his level-headed boyfriend.
"I remain agreeable to participating," Hugh volunteered.
"Let's make this easy. If you're in, raise your hand," Angelo said.
Angelo and Matt led the gesture by raising their hands. Jay, Hugh and Steve reciprocated, followed by Jeffrey and then Max raised his hand too.
"Hm? Sorry, what's going on?" Milo asked.
Jay took Milo's wrist and lifted his hand to complete the team.
"Satisfied?" Matt asked Max pointedly.
Max was not satisfied but he nodded. Max remained concerned that this mission involved too many people, half of them were inexperienced and it was too ambitious for a first effort. Max was used to working alone and when he did work with people, they knew what they were doing, they could be trusted to show initiative. But this wasn't his team and Max was new to the superpower game so he yielded to Matt and Angelo.
"We have four objectives," Matt said.
"The first is to gain entry to Jethro Renton-Mass's base," Angelo took over. "It is located at a former Airforce base called De Burs and it is staffed substantially by soldiers from the Risico Militia. These people are regular-dangerous rather than superpower-dangerous; they will be armed but this isn't an action movie. They will think before they start a firefight and we should avoid precipitating one."
"Are we going in unarmed?" Max asked tensely.
"No but we should avoid starting a firefight too. Antagonization will only make completing our rescue mission harder," Angelo replied. "We intend to be as covert as possible. That means concealing our identities and maintaining anonymity."
Max nodded in agreement. Combat gear, helmets and goggles should help them to blend in.
"Angelo and I think that Jethro Renton-Mass will avoid killing us if he can. If we're right about the genomorphic xenofield then he needs us to make more nu-men," Matt inferred.
A group of nu-men with an Angel as a lynchpin would create more people with abilities, if their hypothesis was right. So what would happen to Jethro's plot if he devastated the team?
"Jethro likes to keep useful people around. We are useful despite being his antagonists," Angelo said. "But lets' not push our luck."
"Objective one is to gain entry to the base. An advance team of Max, Hugh and Jay will infiltrate..." Matt said.
"Hugh's not going anywhere without me," Steve interrupted.
"Yes he is, Steve," Matt replied adamantly.
"Hugh will use translocation to take himself, Max and Jay into the base ahead of everyone else. Are you up to doing that?" Angelo asked Hugh.
Hugh looked at Matt and Angelo. A second later Hugh, Max and Jay vanished to occupy three chairs at the end of the table.
"Cool," Max muttered.
"I will require visual and GPS co-ordinates," Hugh informed them.
Hugh could basically travel anywhere in the world without limit but to go somewhere specific required information. He couldn't just appear in the bedroom of actor Thomas Dutch without knowing where the young man lived.
"Why are they going ahead of the rest of us?" Jay asked.
"Because the rest of us will travelling in the NX-01 aircraft that Max commandeered," Matt replied.
The NX-01 was a customised private jet with a spacious compartment for a whole team of people. It was fast and manoeuvrable, capable of low flight that would make it difficult to detect, was equipped with air defensive countermeasures and had more than a dozen cup holders.
"Why don't we all go in the cool plane? Or Hugh translocate all of us?" Milo asked brightly.
"Hugh can't translocate eight of us. His powers have developed at an impressive rate but that is beyond him. Add to that, we plan to extract another two people," Matt replied. "We need to have robust escape options."
"The advanced team will disable the De Burs detection and air defences," Angelo said. "If I were Jethro, I'd expect a rescue attempt so he knows we're coming but not when. We need to buy as much covert time as possible."
"You don't think they're going to see the plane?" Max pointed out.
Angelo let Matt answer this one because the truth was, he had seen too many versions of events in which the plane was blown out of the sky. Angelo had planned everything he could to avoid this fate but he was disconcerted that such a future existed at all. It suggested the very real possibility that Jethro might try to kill them which didn't fit with everything else Angelo knew about the future.
"There's some unexpectedly heavy cloud cover over that area today," Matt replied. "The conditions are expected to get increasingly adverse over the next few hours which will make visual confirmation of unscheduled aircraft difficult."
Matt's weather abilities had localised disturbances over the De Burs Airforce Base but he had extended the range sufficiently to not be abnormally suspicious.
"By the time we're landing, it'll be too late to stop us," Matt said.
"We should still expect an armed response when we land," Jeffrey said – his knowledge of the De Burs base had helped plan the mission.
"Use your mind control to order the ground team not to raise the alarm. Once the advance team is on site, Jay will use his invisibility to infiltrate the base," Matt elaborated – he had already discussed his role before the briefing. "See what you can learn about Jethro's plans and report back to us if you learn anything about the location of the prisoners that doesn't correspond to our plans."
"I won't be able to communicate with the rest of the team while I'm invisible," Jay pointed out. "The militia will see an earpiece floating along in mid-air."
"We'll set a rendezvous point," Angelo assured the young man. "Max and Hugh, you'll re-join the rest of us once we've landed safely. We will divide into teams one and two for the next objectives."
"Objective two is to rescue Cyrus," Matt continued the briefing. "Team one will consist of myself, Milo and Steve."
"Kash managed to obtain detailed plans of the De Burs Airforce Base and Jeffrey thinks Jethro will keep Cyrus in the brig," Max contributed.
"It's well defended and secured against a man they know to be a competent agent," Jeffrey asserted.
"Objective three is to locate and rescue the Angel named Raphael," Angelo revealed. "Team two will handle this. Hugh, you'll join Jeffrey and I."
"If I'm going to sneak around looking for boys, do you have a picture?" Jeffrey asked.
"We do not. For obvious reasons a boy in a witness protection safehouse is not someone we take pictures of," Angelo replied.
"Raphael won't be in the brig?" Steve asked, hoping to keep his part in the mission as close to Hugh as possible.
"No," Angelo insisted. "Jethro will keep the boy close and comfortable but he will be well protected. Jay, your reconnaissance might yield information we can use to get past the guards and other security features."
"Ok," Jay replied nervously – it felt like a lot was resting on his shoulders. "What's Max going to do?"
"Kash, my handler," Max replied. "Has offered to provide support. He'll give us communications link-up and satellite cover."
"That does not answer the question: what is Max going to do?" Hugh said tactlessly.
"You said there were four priorities," Steve agreed. "You've outlined only three."
"Gain access to the base, locate and rescue Cyrus, locate and rescue Raphael," Hugh listed. "What is the fourth objective?"
Angelo and Matt looked slightly uncomfortable and cast a look at Max. Max did not look uncomfortable.
"I have an additional mission," Max said. "Don't worry about it."
"Shouldn't we all know what that mission is?" Jay asked.
"No," Matt told his lover.
The answer was so succinct as to bring the discussion to a screeching halt.
"As you all know, we have encouraged you to develop your abilities. We want you all to consider how you might use them during the mission but especially if things go wrong," Angelo said.
"Are you expecting things to go wrong?" Jay asked.
He was still smarting from being summarily dismissed by Matt a moment ago.
"Yes Jay. Not just because of my special insights into the future but also because one should always plan for the worst," Angelo answered honestly.
"Hugh's translocation will the key to the advance team's ingress to the base, easing the entry for the rest of us," Matt added. "My weather control will hide the approach of the NX-01. Angelo's insights have already helped us to anticipate certain obstacles and plan around them. Jay's invisibility is concerned with infiltration. Max?"
"My contributions is largely my experience with espionage and combat situations," Max said. "But if preternatural seduction is required, I wouldn't complain."
"Jeffrey will be able to use mind control once we have arrived to influence the Risico Militia. Jeffrey, we'll need you to order the ground team not to raise the alarm. Try and thin the herd by dismissing as many of them from the base as you can."
"I'll do what I can but controlling dozens of people at once won't be easy," Jeffrey replied.
"Milo will help," Angelo said.
"I will?" Milo reacted with surprise. "I'm actually gonna do stuff? I thought I was just the plucky comic relief?"
Matt looked at him with frustration. He liked the boy but his inattention was annoying.
"Milo, your ability to manipulate memory is extensive. Use it to make the soldiers on the base remember us. As fellow militiamen or superior officers, they should recall us as belonging there."
"Maybe they could salute me but on their knees..." Milo suggested.
"Sure," Angelo agreed patronisingly.
It was in fact frightening. Angelo, Matt, Max and Jeffrey had discussed it with Jeffrey commenting that Milo could be just like Timmy if he wanted to be. Cruel, manipulative and almost unstoppable. Max looked at it the other way around – Timmy could be more like Milo if he wanted to be. Kind, gentle and inspired.
"Steve, we hope you will be able to provide an early warning of anyone who is suspicious of us," Matt said gently. "And to pacify soldiers if they become antagonistic. You could fortify the resolve of the team, keeping us calm during the chaos of a conflict."
Steve nodded but didn't speak. He knew Matt wanted more than just pacification. He had made no secret that Steve should be capable of inspiring overwhelming emotion and Steve had grudgingly developed an imagination for how to use it. Making soldiers too scared to stay on the base for example would make them run away in terror.
What bothered Steve the most was the assumption that Steve would be able to project emotion, not just see it in others. The truth was, Steve had developed this ability but he hadn't told anyone except Hugh. Matt knew anyway and that didn't surprise him but he did resent it.
"Hugh, once we have Cyrus and Raphael, we want you to translocate them back here," Angelo told the young man.
"Assuming we are successful," Hugh said realistically.
"If the shit hits the fan, everyone should be ready to use their abilities offensively," Matt said carefully – because he knew how the young team would feel about using their powers for attack. "Hugh for example should be capable of translocating firearms out of the hands of the militia. Milo can make men forget how to reload. Jay could sneak up on soldiers and get close enough to disarm them."
"My chronalcognition should help me to anticipate a firefight and the tactical plans of the people in the room. I will give you strategic information if I can. Jeffrey, you should be able to order some of the men to turn on their own. We hope you all have ideas about how being one of the SEX Men will help us complete our mission?"
Everyone was getting nervous as the briefing came to an end and the mission itself loomed closer.
"I think I asked about uniforms?" Milo asked, the silliness broke the uneasy tension in the room.
"Yes, ok. Let's go to the equipment room," Angelo invited them all.
The Racetrack, their base of operations, had everything from living spaces and recreational facilities to a gym, a literal racetrack, a garage and a hanger where they stored the NX-01 private jet that Max had acquired. It was a big step up from the small plane they had intended to use. The team were led towards the hanger; more specifically, the adjacent room for everything from weapons to clothing.
"Parachutes, weapons, observational paraphernalia, ammunition, parachutes..." Angelo indicated around the room.
"You have already said parachutes," Hugh said.
"Oh did I?" Angelo said innocently. "The uniforms are here."
The so-called uniforms were a way of engendering a team identity. The uniforms had a variety of colours: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, grey, black and white. Beside them, there was armour – a charcoal bulletproof vest that would cover most of the bright colours and leave only the sleeves exposed.
There was also combat helmets and goggles to hide their faces and firearms for those with weapons training. Angelo, Matt, Jeffrey and Max would all be armed.
Milo excitedly grabbed indigo and offered Jay the yellow. Max took the black, Angelo red and Matt sky blue. Steve eventually decided on the green and Hugh the violet. The trousers were all black with lots of pockets.
"I won't be wearing this for long given how my ability functions," Jay joked as he took the canary yellow shirt from Milo.
"We all need to get ready," Matt said seriously.
"When do we get started?" Milo asked.
"Pretty much now. We need to go very soon," Angelo replied.
Now was a relative term but time was of the essence and Angelo had a sense that if they waited too long, a window of opportunity would be lost. While Matt took the time to say goodbye to Jay, tongues were involved and not just for talking, Max sidled up to Milo.
"You have a very interesting ability, Milo," Max said.
"So do you. Can you really..." Milo started to reply.
"Your ability to copy, store and implant memories is not unlike mind reading when you think about it," Max interrupted because he really needed the inattentive boy to think about it.
"Oh... I mean, it's not mind reading..." Milo said but he had an edge of doubt in his voice.
"But you can fabricate and implant memories. And you can scroll though someone's real memories and take them as your own," Max said gently. "Sound like mind reading to me."
Mind reading? That's not what Milo did yet everyone was being challenged to expand their abilities. Maybe he could too?
"I never thought about it like that," Milo said quietly.
He was scared to think about his ability like this – he'd heard what Timmy did with his awesome powers and didn't want to be like him. Corrupted and cruel.
"Don't underestimate your abilities, Milo. You might be the most powerful person here. We're going to be in the lion's den soon. It might be interesting if you could poke around in Timmy's head," Max suggested.
"Maybe..." Milo said. "I've never thought about my ability like that before. Mostly I use it for sex. Or that time on the last day of school when I made everyone remember a visit from a travelling circus. The giraffe's were really fun."
Angelo and Matt had suggested Milo test his ability to manipulate multiple consciousnesses on his last day of term but should have been more specific.
"Milo, scrolling through memories is an amazing opportunity. You can do incredible things..." Max encouraged. "You must remember this."
With Matt and Jay done kissing and bidding farewell, Milo jumped at his brother his brother. Milo threw his arms around Jay and hugged him tightly, wearing a sad face of worry.
"It's ok. You'll see him again soon," Angelo said.
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better or because you know?" Milo asked.
Angelo patted Milo's head without really answering. Angelo did not know everything about the future but it helped that people sometimes thought he did. Angelo's chronalcognition felt like memories from his future. Memories that had been sent back by himself but once he knew those things and acted on them, the future was changed, time was rewritten and that future was no longer his future. Experience taught Angelo that not every bad thing could be changed and sometimes not knowing, not sharing details, was the better or kinder course.
"I'll call you when I get there," Max told Matt.
Max gestured to his ear – while the rest of the team would have earpieces for communication, Max had an inner ear implant. He was almost deaf without it which had proven to be an excellent defence against Timmy's mind control.
Timmy was a rather lazy young man who relied on instructions processed by auditory neurons to control people. Max had already tested himself against Timmy and when he couldn't hear the boy, his mind control was uncompelling. Jeffrey had warned him that Timmy was perfectly capable of giving non-verbal commands and all he had to do was really concentrate.
When Max tested himself against Jeffrey, he found that even the non-verbal commands were muted. Max's hearing disability had been turned into his greatest defence against their most powerful enemy. This was Max's other mission. Timmy's ability made him more dangerous than Jethro Renton-Mass and so Max was going to remove the problem.
The fourth objective was to kill Timmy Kotes.
NAKED AS A JAY(BIRD)
Translocation was a strange sensation. Perhaps it was an imagined sensation – just knowing that one was vanishing from one place and reappearing in another. When Hugh first explored his ability, when he translocated he was naked when he got to his new location. Luckily for Max and Jay, Hugh had overcome this and also learned to move other people and objects.
Hugh could comfortably move himself and Steve and their clothes. With effort, he was able to move himself, Jay and Max as well as all their equipment – but it did take effort. It was partially a wasted effort where Jay was concerned because his invisibility was still limited to himself and so he needed to be naked to infiltrate unseen.
After studying the plans to the De Burs base, Hugh chose a location and the three of them arrived at exactly the right place. The room was an abandoned outbuilding not far from the air traffic control tower. It was here that Jay would leave Max and Hugh to infiltrate the base and gather intelligence. He hoped to narrow down the location of Cyrus and Raphael, for example.
Jay nervously undressed because he was being watched by Max and Hugh.
"You can only turn invisible when you're naked?" Max asked.
His tone made him sound sceptical and also amused. Hugh had already seen a demonstration of the ability but he liked seeing naked boys so observing Jay strip was a nice treat. Hugh did wonder why Jay didn't just turn invisible before they could see his penis but he was too busy waiting to see Jay's penis to ask.
Jay had removed his combat vest and already worried about not having protection from an armed militia. Then he pulled off his yellow top – the uniform which was essentially a figure hugging under armour. Jay pulled off the boots and the socks and ungracefully pulled the trousers and underwear down, pumping and pulling his legs from the restraints of the fabric.
Max thought Jay had rather a good physique – a lad who had probably been skinny until recently but building new muscle nicely. He could teach the young man a thing or two once the mission was over. Jay self-consciously covered his genitals which seemed totally pointless after stripping in front of two people but old habits die hard. He was grateful it was summertime and warm – walking around stark naked in the winter was not only uncomfortable but also caused embarrassing shrinkage.
"Ok, I guess this is where we part ways?" Jay asked.
"Yes," Hugh replied. "Goodbye."
Jay took no offense to Hugh's abrupt pragmatism. He turned invisible and Max was astounded by the effect. It was eerie. He knew Jay was there but the boy literally could not be seen. He had known Jay could turn invisible but had half expected a shimmering silhouette or warping around him. Max was speechless about the possibilities of recruiting him as a naked operative in the intelligence field.
"Jay, we can see your earpiece," Max said.
It was a small communicator that fit in the ear but only Jay was invisible so now the device floated in mid-air.
"Shit," Jay said as he pulled the earpiece out and tossed it to Max.
Max saw the earpiece move all by itself but caught it as it passed through the air. They had agreed that in the time it took the NX-01 to arrive Jay could look around and then meet teams one and two on the runway. Max and Hugh would be in charge of air traffic control by then and disable air defences. Once Max and Hugh left the control room, the militia could restore the systems but by then, the SEX Men would be on site. If the militia attempted to intercept the NX-01 on the ground
Max had plans for causing a diversion.
"Ok. Wish me luck," Jay said.
"Why?" Hugh asked.
"Good luck," Max said.
Jay stepped out of the abandoned building and into a surprisingly overcast day. In fact, the sky looked threateningly thunderous. It was a stark contrast to the sunny skies over the Racetrack a dozen miles away. Despite the dark sky, it was still hot and moist and a really rather pleasant day for a walk. Except Jay was naked, surrounded by armed men in uniform (mmm, uniform), he was barefoot and the ground was hard and his dick and balls were flopping as he walked. Apart from that, it was a lovely day for a walk.
Jay was familiar with the layout of the compound but this kind of thing was way beyond his skill set – he hoped he didn't let the team down. It was ok for Hugh – he still had Max with him. All the younger team members had an experienced adult with them. Jay was all alone.
The ground was rough enough to sting Jay's feet so he walked onto the walkway that surrounded the nearest building and followed the wall towards where the door was meant to be. Jay may be invisible but he could still feel the heat on his skin, his skin tingling with perspiration that he could feel from his pits to his crack. The breeze was too gentle and warm to cool him but it was nice.
Matt had tried to teach Jay about fortification and military structure; the Risico Militia were a private army (and really a political advisor with ties to militias should ring alarm bells with even the most partisan politicians but Mr Renton-Mass seemed impervious to scrutiny) but they organised the base like a regular armed forces outpost.
Jay could see men patrolling at the nearest perimeter and others performing vehicle maintenance, some were doing drills and Jay found himself checking out one soldier in a green vest and short shorts who he would totally like to drill but under a different denotation of the word.
Jay was so distracted by the hotness (the warm and arid air and the gorgeous men) that he nearly walked into a pair of soldiers who had just opened the door in front of him. Jay was sporting a semi and he was so close to the pair that if he'd been hard, he'd have poked on of them in the leg. He was close enough to smell sweat and aftershave.
It was good fortune that the door had opened just then because Jay had no access code or pass. Jay sneaked behind them and slipped his fingers between the door and the frame to stop it closing. The door was heavy on his fingers so he bit down on a moan of pain as the door bit down on his digits.
The pair moved off, shouting unintelligibly to another two soldiers across the way. Jay pulled the door open and slipped inside. The corridor, if Jay was in the right place, was part of an office building and the corridor at the end would grant access to the managerial centre where he hoped Mr Renton-Mass's office would be located.
Jay walked softly; the patting of his sweaty bare feet sounded loud to his own ears. Jay peeked in the first door and it would be easy to think it was an office anywhere rather than that of someone working for a man with a nefarious scheme that could change humanity.
Jay reached the end of the corridor and was relieved the handle turned without a key or passcode. It was getting hard to remember exactly where he was or where to go. The whole base was big, the buildings were labyrinthine and Jay hadn't had lots of time to study it. He closed the door gently so it didn't make a sound and leaned against the wall. His butt was sweaty and his dick felt moist with sweat. The impending summer solstice had brought the hottest weather for years which was something meteorologists said every year now as the anthropogenic climate catastrophe worsened.
Five minutes became ten which became fifteen as Jay wandered around and occasionally doubled back. He wondered how Max and Hugh were doing; in fact, the NX-01 must have landed by now. Finally, Jay located Jethro Renton-Mass's office. In the corridor outside, Jay stood at an intersection. If he remembered right, the senior officer's quarters were along one corridor and the guest quarters along the perpendicular corridor. Maybe Raphael was in one of the guest rooms?
Jay walked down, trying each door as he went. Locked, locked, locked, unlocked.
Jay opened the door and expected, or at least hoped, to find the mysterious Angel named Raphael. Instead he found a man who he recognised from pictures – Cyrus Hyatt... Matt's husband (separated).
Cyrus was also naked as a jaybird.
Cyrus was lying on the bed – on top of the sheets because of the temperature. At the sound of the door opening he turned to see who had entered but saw no-one. Jay surveyed the room – it had a window, a bed, a desk and a chair; a toilet and shower were squeezed into little more than an alcove. It was like student accommodation.
Cyrus could see the door was being held open – it should have closed on its own.
"Is someone there?" Cyrus asked.
Cyrus was a handsome man. His skin was bronzed and his eyes dark but beautiful, his physique was impressive, his hair dark and curly on his head and his chest. Nearly three weeks in Mr Renton-Mass's custody had led to a short and dark beard on his face. The man had a decent bush of pubes above a short flaccid penis.
"Oh yea," Jay said and reappeared in front of the man.
Cyrus's eyes went wide as the young man appeared from nowhere. An invisible naked lad could only be one person. Angelo had told him about the new recruits. If Jay Oswald was here, that might mean Matt was here.
"I'm Jay," he said. "We all thought you would be in the brig?"
"No," Cyrus replied.
He stood up and fuck me, Jay thought the man was a Persian Prince. He was not quite an Adonis but incredibly handsome. Maybe it was the exposed penis that did it for him?
"Your name is Jay, isn't it?" Cyrus asked. "Is Matt here?"
Jay looked at his wrist for a watch he wasn't wearing.
"Yea, should be by now," Jay answered. "Can we go? We might be able to meet him depending on how the soldiers have responded to an unexpected plane arriving."
"I can't leave the room, Jay," Cyrus answered.
"What? Why not?" Jay asked.
"Because Timmy told me not to leave without permission," Cyrus replied with frustration.
"Oh, is that why there was no guard?" Jay asked.
"What do you mean there was no guard? Of course there's a..." Cyrus stopped as a figure emerged behind Jay with a wicked and satisfied grin.
Timmy.
"Please don't move Jay," Timmy commanded.
Timmy smiled with pleasure at capturing his first to the annoying SEX Men. Raphael had troubled and unsettled him earlier but he felt strong now – his powers working to full effect. There was no way for these two to hurt him. They had to do exactly what he told them to.
"The room being unguarded didn't strike you as odd?" Cyrus asked Jay exasperatedly.
"Hey! I'm studying Chemical Engineering, not fucking spy craft," Jay protested.
"Gents, let's not argue," Timmy placated.
Jay felt a hand caress his bare arse and though he couldn't move, Jay could look at Timmy. Wow... for a supervillain he was really quite beautiful.
Timmy had a cute round face with sweet brown eyes – Jay knew he was not as innocent as the face would seem. His hair was short, dark and slightly frizzy while his ears stuck out just a little. His smile was sweet and excited too. His body looked very slim but was hidden beneath a short-sleeved shirt that was open to tease a smooth chest. Timmy's shorts showed off legs that were almost smooth but for little wisps of blonde hairs that were almost invisible.
Jay knew looks could be deceiving – the innocent face when Timmy was anything but. However, everything about Timmy could be a lie. Jay had been warned he liked to mess with people perceptions of him. Maybe Timmy was really a twenty-five-year-old obese dude with acne and body odour.
Timmy gave Jay's arse a little pinch and he yelped.
"Well look at his. Cyrus Hyatt, Matt's husband and Jay Oswald, Matt's boytoy," Timmy sneered.
Timmy stepped around Jay and looked at the flaccid penis of the eighteen-year-old. Timmy reached out and gave it a little fiddle, laughing as he did it.
"Wow, this thing is so cute," Timmy chuckled. "You must play with it all the time."
Jay shrugged, embarrassed by having a younger boy... was Timmy younger... fiddle with him.
"Do you want to play with it, Cyrus?" Timmy asked.
"No," Cyrus replied.
"Excellent," Timmy enthused. "Come over here and touch him then."
Cyrus felt the command – he didn't always. Timmy had a talent for giving instructions that felt like one's own will but perhaps it was the result of being under Timmy's influence so often that he could feel the push every time. Cyrus tried not to obey, but he couldn't resist.
The few times he did resist, Timmy just pushed harder.
Cyrus approached the eighteen-year-old lover of his husband (separated) and his fingers reached out to jiggle and play with Jay's penis. It was a soft but plump three inches. Touching the young man didn't really bother him except that it was his husband's lover and Cyrus himself was not single. That of course was why Timmy was doing this.
"Do we really have time for this?" Cyrus asked as he continued to fidget with Jay's penis.
Jay's dick was now four inches – the man was making him hard.
"Why, you got other plans?" Timmy asked ironically. "Play with his balls too."
Cyrus's hands cupped Jay's testicles, feeling the hairs on the sac as he weighed them, fondled them and massaged them. Jay was still getting harder – he had a very respectable penis size.
"Besides, we have plenty of time," Timmy added.
Timmy leaned in to add a whisper to Jay's ear.
"We were expecting you," Timmy said.
"Me?" Jay asked, almost flattered.
"No, not you!" Timmy insulted. "But your stupid team. Angelo and Matt and... the other ones."
"Timmy, it doesn't need to be like this," Cyrus said desperately.
"Ok, someone needs something in their mouths to shut them up," Timmy said irritably.
Jay and Cyrus were trying to figure out what if anything was achieved by the team being allowed onto the De Burs base?
"Cyrus, get on your knees and suck Jay's cock," Timmy demanded.
Cyrus obeyed – kneeling and wrapping his lips around the big dick. It got harder still as he got it nice and wet. At seven and a half inches, Jay was quite a big boy. Cyrus's mouth made the cock nice and slick as he sucked on it, tasting precum and looking into the pubes above the impressive erection.
Timmy watched with interest – he liked having sex, he liked being fucked and he liked watching. He liked cruelty too.
"Shame on you, Cyrus. Jay is young enough to be your son... oops, sore subject for you," Timmy said maliciously.
Cyrus stopped sucking, pulling his head back and wiping his mouth, swallowing all the tastes in his mouth. He looked up and Timmy with disdain – to use the memory of his dead son was a low blow even for Timmy.
"Well, I guess you did as I asked. You did suck him," Timmy reflected. "Should I make you continue? Wait, I have a better idea. Jay, get on the bed."
Jay walked around Timmy and Cyrus and lay down on the bed. It was angled along the wall opposite the door so Jay lay across the width of the bed, his head towards the wall and his legs and ass pointing towards Timmy and Cyrus.
"Doesn't he look good enough to fuck?" Timmy said.
"No, Timmy," Cyrus replied.
But that was a lie. Cyrus agreed Jay did look good enough to fuck – he could see what Matt saw in Jay even though he felt Jay was a little young for him. At eighteen, Jay was a very handsome young man.
"Get over there, Cyrus," Timmy ordered. "Get over there and put your cock inside him."
Cyrus stood up and walked towards the young man.
"Where are my manners. Let Jay get you hard," Timmy told him.
"Timmy, you don't have to do this. We don't want to be your enemy," Jay said placatingly as he reached towards Cyrus.
"You guys are hilarious. Trying to appeal to my better nature? Stop trying, I don't have one," Timmy told Jay dismissively. "Now, you grab that man's dick and make it hard, ok?"
Jay had no choice but to obey and it was such a strange sensation because it didn't feel like he was under duress – as he leaned forward and then reached out, Jay felt like he wanted to do it. His thumb and forefinger tugged on the tube of limp man flesh and as it got thicker and harder, Jay wrapped his and around the shaft.
There was no need to make this more difficult so Cyrus concentrated on his erection and Jay felt it tremble unusually in his hand. The full-sized cock was six inches long and Jay pumped it for a few minutes while Timmy watched.
"Is that it? I've seen it bigger, Cyrus," Timmy said.
"You want me to have sex with him or not?" Cyrus asked – hoping to distract the lad.
"I do but I want you to have a bigger cock," Timmy complained. "Did you make it smaller to go easy on him?"
"Yes," Cyrus answered because the question had demanded a response.
Timmy sniggered while Jay continued to stroke Cyrus's erection. Jay's own boner was still rock hard though it was untouched.
"Make it bigger, Cyrus," Timmy demanded.
Cyrus felt his cock respond without being conscious of even exerting the influence of his shapeshifting. His cock bloated thicker before stretching out like playdough – still in Jay's hand the sensation was odd. Six inches expanded to seven, the shaft was longer but not much thicker and the head was bigger. It had grown as Jay jerked it but the rigid phallus had expanded through his grip like a balloon inflating.
"No Cyrus," Timmy said controllingly. "Make it much bigger."
Jay watched as Cyrus's cock bloated again and grew – it was like watching expansion of the universe as more space was created. The head remained substantially the same size, the circumference also but the shaft expanded. Timmy's eyes bulged as he imagined being fucked by the enormous cock. At nine inches it was probably the biggest hardon he'd ever seen.
Everyone in the SEX Men knew Max had a ten-inch cock – Milo didn't shut up about it sometimes – but they'd never seen it. Seeing ten inches up close was awesome. It was also daunting to imagine it inside him.
"Bigger and girthier!" Timmy ordered again.
"Timmy, no..." Cyrus said but his cock was already obeying.
Jay was awestruck as Cyrus's cock expanded around and in length – making it harder to hold. Continuing to pump the impressive and growing schlong was an exercise in stamina. The length of the hard penis grew past ten inches, past eleven inches and then past twelve inches. Cyrus tried to estimate if twelve inches would be enough to pacify Timmy – he thought so but expanded his cock to fifteen inches just in case.
Fifteen inches of massive, manly meat. Eight inches in girth.
"Fucking hell," Timmy said. "Let him go."
This last was directed at Jay, who released his grip on Cyrus's cock.
The enormous and weighty barrel of erection was so long that it bowed in the middle, the head tipping down like a badly drawn horizon.
"Let me touch you," Timmy said but it wasn't a request.
Timmy grasped the gigantic shaft with both hands – his left near the root of the cock and his right where the shaft met the glans. The head was shiny with precum that Jay's masturbation had smeared liberally over the mushroom.
Timmy literally giggled as he stroked the monster – both hands sliding to meet in the middle and then away again. Timmy wished he's thought of this weeks ago. His eyes slid back to Jay and as much as he wanted to play with Cyrus himself, making Jay and Cyrus do his will was more seductive.
"The husband and the toyboy," Timmy murmured. "Wouldn't it be neat if Matt walked in?"
Timmy was confident that wouldn't happen – Matt should be quite busy at the moment.
"Jay, try to suck this thing," Timmy told the young man.
Jay leaned forward and gripped the fifteen-inch cock with both hands. His mouth opened wide, his lips stretching over the head of the mammoth prick. Cyrus had hoped that Timmy would struggle to control them both but Timmy's influence both verbal and non-verbal had no difficulty with explicit and implicit instructions that kept him from moving while Jay was the one being ordered to suck. Cyrus hadn't been told to let him but implicitly he had to.
Cyrus felt the hot mouth of the young man trying to suck the impossible dick. Jay's lips stretched open like a python (Cyrus's cock was not unlike a python when Jay thought about it) swallowing something delicious. The taste of Cyrus's cock hit Jay's tongue as the man squirted precum directly onto it. Jay's mouth made a hoovering sound as he slurped on the spongy head of the gigantic penis.
The cock was so big that even once Jay had taken six inches in his mouth, more than half the shaft still protruded from the boy's mouth. Jay had to hold the fat, face-fucking schlong with both hands to keep it steady as he fed the flesh into his own face. The sounds were grotesque as Jay moved his face back and forth, tears prickling his eyes when he tried to take it too deep.
Before Jay's eyes, he saw Timmy crouching down to kiss the remaining eight or nine inches of the shaft, their faces nearly touching when Jay took Cyrus's cock deep. Timmy enjoyed the feel of the heavy and solid phallus against his lips; the cock was pulsing with pleasure and blood, the veins that snaked across it were big enough to be felt against Timmy's lips and tongue as he kissed it.
Timmy planted one final, wet kiss on the shaft and then stood up again to enjoy watching the naked boy trying to suck such a disturbingly big cock.
"You can shove it in his ass now," Timmy said nastily.
Timmy pushed Jay back and more than six inches of cock spilling from his mouth with a suctioning noise; saliva and precum sloped from Jay's mouth, stretching and landing on his chin and body. Jay sat on his bum, gasping and looking up at Cyrus as he got his breath back. Jay was still sitting on the bed with Cyrus looking down at the pretty teenager. Cyrus stroked himself and leaned closer so Jay spread his legs wide, lifting his balls so the man would have easy access to his hole. Cyrus knelt on the bed while using his hands to grab Jay's ankles and lifting his feet to head height.
"Kiss his feet," Timmy said.
Cyrus obeyed, kissing the bare feet of the eighteen-year-old while continuing to stroke the velvety legs. Timmy came closer to squeeze a generous amount of lube onto Cyrus's cock, which spilled messily on the bed and floor as Timmy was blasé about his administration of the lubricant.
"Keep going, Cyrus. I told you to fuck him," Timmy reminded the man. "Jay, put your legs on Cyrus's shoulders."
Jay did as Timmy asked. The young man had a sense of choreography that was for sure. Cyrus meanwhile was pressing the head of his freshly lubed cock against Jay's hole and pressing with increasing pressure.
The boy hole widened and stretched as the fat cock slid inside. Jay was tight – or Cyrus's cock was just fatter than normal. Cyrus dropped the girth which was so great, Timmy didn't even notice as the circumference became less brutal. Cyrus gripped Jay's thighs, pulling the young man towards him while thrusting inside.
"Cyrus, hold his wrists while your fuck him," Timmy said.
Cyrus gripped Jay's wrists while he slid four to six inches inside the young man. As he built up speed, seven inches made their way inside.
"Struggle Jay. Try to get away," Timmy said. "That's it, keep wriggling against this perverted old man."
Simultaneously, Timmy silently told Jay to fail no matter how feeble Cyrus's grip was. The result was a display of reluctance as Jay tried to wrestle free from Cyrus's grip – kicking too and pressing his feet against Cyrus's shoulders but never succeeding from pushing the man off.
Wait, old? Cyrus didn't object to the word because he knew it was part of Timmy's scenario; Timmy liked roleplaying and performance. But at forty-two years old, give or take, he was hardly old. Though Jay was eighteen so the age gap was something of a taboo.
"You're going to cum inside your husband's boyfriend now," Timmy said.
Cyrus fucked Jay with unfound enthusiasm – he really was a good-looking guy who he would have chosen to have sex with under the right circumstances. Like if Jay was ten to twenty years older. Jay's hole was stretched by the size of the cock but Cyrus had been quite gentle – enough to stimulate himself to orgasm but not rough or brutal. The man certainly couldn't impale Jay with his entire cock.
Timmy watched with awe, enthusiasm and something approaching jealousy. He'd love to be fucked by that massive cock and promised himself he'd try it next time. He had watched as Jay took and impressive length of cock into his hole. It was a good thing Jay wasn't a virgin.
"Oh fuck," Cyrus said.
The final moment was almost a surprise as he started unloading spunk inside the eighteen-year-old.
"Pull it out. Cum on him," Timmy demanded.
Cyrus pulled his fifteen-inch cock out and used both hands to masturbate himself – releasing gouts of creamy spunk that fired into Jay's face and soaked his chest and abdomen. Cyrus had felt several spurts of spunk shooting inside Jay's guts so when another five launched to contaminate Jay's face and body, even he was caught off guard. When the man was done, he climbed shakily to his feet.
"That was awesome," Timmy said.
Timmy was about to say more when there was a gentle knock at the open door. Timmy, Cyrus and Jay turned to see a man in combat gear and an assault rifle of some description in his hands.
"Sir? There's a situation," the soldier said – his head covered by a helmet with goggles up to reveal a handsomely chiselled face.
"Fine," Timmy replied huffily. "Did you watch the end of the show?"
"I may have," the soldier admitted with a smile twitching at his mouth.
"Anyone else with you?" Timmy asked after chuckling at the voyeur.
"Yes sir," the soldier replied.
"You stay here and do not attempt to escape or use your abilities without permission," Timmy instructed Cyrus. "Jay, you're coming with me. Do not try to escape or use your abilities without my permission."
Timmy turned to the voyeur soldier and eyed him up.
"You can guard Cyrus. But first get naked," Timmy ordered him with a suddenly serious expression.
"But... but why?" he begged even as he started to strip
"Maybe that'll teach you not to wait around next time," Timmy said.
ARRIVAL
The NX-01 taxied to a stop with a concerning number of armed men standing around the plane before the door had even opened.
Everyone in the team had a part to play – and the current problem was Jeffrey's to resolve. The door opened and stairs descended. Jeffrey emerged with his hands raised but he was smiling. Jeffrey knew some of these men, most of them knew who he was. Or who he had been. Jeffrey had been one of Mr Renton-Mass's senior staff until three weeks ago.
"Hi everyone," Jeffrey said.
"Please don't say anything sir," said a team leader.
They had probably been warned not to let him talk so he didn't do what he was about to do. They should have been more insistent.
"No-one shoot!" Jeffrey commanded. "Lower your weapons!"
The men surrounding the plane immediately lowered their firearms. Exerting influence on two dozen men was an exhausting effort – not difficult or beyond him, not if he kept the instruction simple, but still tiring.
"Sorry lads, but I'm going to have to ask you to go," Jeffrey said. "Take the rest of the day off. Leave the base."
Mind control was an exercise of will against someone's own autonomy. The greater the challenge to one's true nature, the harder one had to push. The nature of a soldier is to obey orders and so they obeyed without too much reticence or hesitation.
As the men of the Risico Militia (at least the one's within range) left the hanger, the rest of the SEX Men emerged. Matt, Angelo, Jay, Milo and Steve followed Jeffrey out of the plane.
"Good work," Angelo praised the man.
"I can't control them all," Jeffrey said. "Especially once Timmy is around."
He was loathed to admit that Timmy's mind control surpassed his own. In a battle of wills, Jeffrey was outmatched.
"We don't need rid of all of them. Now that we're here, the plan is to avoid their attention," Matt said. "Can you do what we talked about?"
This last was directed to Milo.
"I think so," Milo said nonchalantly.
Milo's job would be to implant a memory of recognition in anyone they met. The remaining soldiers should think they were a part of the legion. Milo was already weaving the tapestry of the memory that would spread like a virus. He didn't even need to see the soldiers; Milo could feel them and would be able to plop the new memories into their minds with uncharacteristic subtlety. Milo could be sneaky when he wanted to be. Just then, Hugh and Max appeared from nowhere and Steve jogged to embrace his boyfriend.
"Are you ok?" Steve asked.
"I am very hot," Hugh said.
"You certainly are," Steve complimented.
Steve knew Hugh wouldn't make the associated between temperature hotness and sexual hotness. But that was one of the things he loved about Hugh.
"Team one," Matt said. "That's me, Milo and Steve; we need to get to the brig and find Cyrus."
Matt felt a flutter in his chest imagining seeing his husband again.
"Team two," Angelo took over. "Me, Jeffrey and Hugh. Let's find Raphael, let's find Jay."
"Great, but what's Max going to do while we do that?" Milo asked innocently.
"Max is going to make a nuisance of himself, set up some distractions," Angelo said.
It was half true – they had planned to create attention-grabbing chaos on the base but Max's main goal would be to find and eliminate Timmy. Angelo had made clear the boy was extremely dangerous – now and in the future.
"Yea, and he's going to kill Timmy," Steve said.
Milo, Hugh and Jeffrey looked around at Max with surprise. Murder wasn't something they had discussed. Defending themselves to save the team was one thing but going out of their way to kill?
"That is the last mission priority, right?" Steve asked disapprovingly.
"If I get the chance, yes," Max said honestly and without compunction.
"I need more information," Hugh said.
"Not now. Briefing time is over. Come on," Matt said authoritatively.
Steve did not approve. Hugh didn't have enough information to comment. Jeffrey thought it was rather a good idea. Milo was thinking the grey clouds were clearing and one of them looked like a giraffe.
Matt and Angelo led the way to the open hanger door through which they had taxied in. The runway was adjacent to the main courtyard of base. Meanwhile, Max wordlessly headed for the door that linked the hanger and the main building.
"You can do this, Milo. Concentrate," Matt said with an affectionate arm around the boy.
Together, teams one and two headed across the courtyard with Milo pressing his fingers to his temples as he reached out and implanted memories of each member of the SEX Men. Milo was really a very talented mental manipulator – just like Timmy. Matt reflected that Milo's innocence and naivete had so far stopped him being like Timmy – a boy who took pleasure from wickedness and suffering. Still, Milo's ability could be fearsome and it was being extended in a way it never had before – altering the memories of many within range and that range was untested.
Angelo sidled up to Matt, preparing to say a few word before they parted.
"You will be careful, won't you?" Angelo asked.
Steve looked over his shoulder and saw a flicker of something. Angelo was always harder to read but it wasn't worry that Angelo saw as he spoke in hushed tones to Matt. Or rather, it wasn't just worry. It looked like love but it was gone so quickly that Steve couldn't tell if it was platonic or something more.
"I wouldn't want anything to happen to you," Angelo added.
"I'll be careful," Matt replied with a sigh and a serious expression.
"Are you ok? You look anxious," said Angelo.
"Thanks, it's anxiety," Matt replied.
Angelo smiled.
"Cyrus is going to be ok. You'll see him soon," Angelo said but Matt didn't respond.
Did Angelo know that was true or was he just being a good friend?
"The brig is this way," Matt told his team.
This was where teams one and two went their separate ways.
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.