The SEX Men - Prologue

By J Forrester

Published on Aug 24, 2024

Gay

Disclaimer: despite the punny title, this story is NOT based on any comic book title, character or property. It is an original piece of fiction and any resemblance to people, places or events is unintentional.

This is a reality similar to our own; a universe of infinitive possibilities, of extraordinary powers and incredible circumstances. The SEX Men is a group of amazing agents who use their abilities against a powerful enemy. This time, the enemy has a new plan...

The SEX Men Vol. 02: The Sext Class Issue 06: February Fates

CLOSER

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" Timmy asked.

Cole choked on his bottled water; the question had come mid-swallow and he hadn't been expecting it. They had just been sitting doing homework when the question had been posed. Cole finished spluttering, wiping tears from his eyes and dabbing where he'd sprayed water all over himself.

"Um... well... no?" Cole replied.

Timmy knew that Cole had sucked cock because he'd had been relentlessly and maliciously bullied. However, Cole had really missed out on the reciprocal aspect of sex.

"Would you like one?" Timmy asked.

"I thought we were studying religious conflict and the Church of England?" Cole asked naively.

They were studying History after school, but there was no school for the next week because of the half term holidays. Timmy hadn't quite decided what to do about the next bully or bullies on his list so a week off would give him plenty of time to come up with something.

"Thomas Cranmer can wait," Timmy replied disinterestedly.

"I can wait," Cole answered nervously.

They were sitting at Cole's dining room table. For obvious reasons, Timmy tried to keep Cole away from where he was living; Timmy was living in a house rented by Jethro Renton-Mass for the duration of his mission. It was sparsely decorated and furnished and looked, substantially, like no-one really lived there. To invite Cole to his house would invite questions about his parents and family and the bigger the lie, the more likely one is to be caught. It was much easier to just keep Cole away.

Thus, Timmy and Cole were sitting at Cole's dining room table. Timmy had met Cole's mum and dad – they were nice people who worked hard and worked long hours. Cole was at the head of the table and was Timmy sitting to his left. Timmy reached over and took Cole's hand.

"I've been thinking. We've been friends for five months now," Timmy said as he feigned nervousness. "Maybe we could be more than friends?"

"I don't know, Timmy," Cole replied reticently.

"Why not?" Timmy asked.

Timmy withdrew his hand and looked hurt. Manipulating people the old fashioned way was hard work but quite satisfying. Timmy was trying to emotionally blackmail Cole to reel him in and deepen their connection, to seduce Cole and make the boy more like him. However, he really did feel a hint of rejection.

In his old life, Timmy would have punished someone for rejecting him. He would have made them subservient and had them talk about how much they didn't want to do the things he'd make them do. Timmy reigned in this impulse. He had already made so much progress with Cole that he couldn't waste now.

"I don't mean it in a bad way, Timmy," Cole insisted sheepishly. "It's just... I don't feel like I deserve you."

"Really?" Timmy replied.

"You're a great guy. And you've helped me a lot. A few times now you've signalled you want more," Cole suggested.

Indeed, Timmy signalled that he wanted more that time he jerked Cole off. And, that other time he jerked Cole off.

"I guess I'm just scared," Cole confessed. "I mean, I'm the total loser who let an entire football team bully and humiliate him for years. You're the totally cool, confident boy who effortless gets whatever he wants and doesn't need to take no for an answer."

Timmy seized on this opportunity to prove his goodness.

"You're right, I don't need to take no for an answer. If I really wanted you, I could make you do whatever I wanted," Timmy pointed out. "But I'd never do that to you, you have to believe me."

Timmy looked earnest and honest.

"No, I know you wouldn't," Cole insisted hastily.

"I guess I just hoped you'd want me like I want you," Timmy said forlornly.

Cole suddenly leaned across the table and kissed Timmy on the lips. Timmy smiled in surprise and then returned the kiss, but this time with more passion and interest.

"Let's go to my bedroom," Cole said excitedly.

"What about religious conflict and the Church of England?" Timmy teased.

"Thomas Cranmer can wait," Cole replied with a grin. "I can't."

A few minutes later they were in Cole's room and closing the door. Timmy pushed Cole against the door and kissed his lips, shooting his tongue into Cole's mouth. Cole was surprised by Timmy's strength; if Cole had wanted to resist, he wasn't sure he could get Timmy off him. However, Cole did want this so he wrapped his arms around Timmy and stroked his back as their lips locked.

They were still in school uniform. Timmy had to admit, one of the perks of this mission had been all the teenage boys in school uniform. And the shorts! Fuck me! The showers after PE? Bloody hell, Timmy was in heaven. Exactly how old Timmy was, was something he never told anyone. He lied about his age a lot and used mind control to make people (especially older men) believe whatever he wanted about his age. Regardless, it had been a long time since he'd been in school. He had been too busy with nefarious world domination schemes.

Timmy broke contact and stepped back. He reached up to unknot Cole's tie and then unbutton his shirt. Cole's brown skin against the white shirt was a stark contrast; as his shirt opened, the daker brown circles of his nipples was another point of contrast. Timmy leaned in and kissed one of the nipples.

Cole moaned and put his hand on Timmy's head. He'd never done anything like this before and didn't really know what he was doing. However, Timmy seemed very confident in what he was doing, so Cole just went with it.

Timmy knew there was only so far Cole will go. He was a boy who was bullied and abused for years, has major trust issued and is sexually inexperienced in receiving. Timmy offset Cole's nervousness by stepping back and unfastening his trousers; after pushing them down with his underwear too, Timmy stepped out of them. Timmy was now naked below the waist.

Cole was surprised to see Timmy half naked. Especially since it was the lower half. Timmy had nice legs, which were almost smooth, and his balls were suspended inside a tight sack. His cock pushed out between the two halves of his shirt, which was still buttoned up.

Timmy pulled off his tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons but then pulled the school shirt up and over his head. He dumped it on the floor too and stood naked in Cole's bedroom. If Timmy's aim was to make Cole feel more at ease by exposing himself, it was perhaps having the opposite effect. Cole looked even more intimidated.

Timmy blushed and swayed his hands in front of his hard-on.

"Sorry. I got excited for a minute there," Timmy said awkwardly. "I'm so embarrassed."

Timmy wasn't quite convincing, but Cole liked what he saw and felt a rush of horniness that resulted in him stepping closer to touch his naked friend. Timmy felt Cole massage his flat chest with one hand and his other... Cole's fingers danced down Timmy's stomach towards his dick.

"I promised you a blowjob, remember," Timmy said.

Timmy was always happy and excited to get it on with hot boys, but manipulation without using mind control was all about psychological balance. Exposing himself while Cole was clothed was one way to tip the scale and make Cole feel empowered; dropping submissively to his knees and sucking Cole's cock was another way to make Cole feel empowered.

"You don't have to do that," Cole replied.

Timmy pressed his body against Cole's and rubbed himself against the other boy. Cole found unexpected pleasure in the frottage; even though he was still dressed, he could feel the heat from Timmy's naked body. Timmy reached down and unzipped Cole's trousers. When his fingers found the button on Cole's waistband, he unfastened them and dropped to his knees.

Timmy offered Cole's belly button an impromptu kiss before slowly pulling down Cole's trousers and underwear. Timmy wanted Cole to feel like he could still object, say no, admit he wasn't ready... but he didn't. Timmy wrapped his hand around Cole's erection and stroked it. As the foreskin moved back and forth, it was almost like the cock was blinking. Timmy had jerked Cole off before but never had the opportunity to actually see his cock. It was six and a half inches and topped with short but curly black hair. The hair on Cole's balls was wrapped around the sac.

Timmy leaned in and took the cock into his mouth. Cole gasped because he had never been sucked off before and it felt wonderful. Cole had been made to suck the cocks of the footballing bullies, but they had obviously never reciprocated. Timmy's mouth was warm and not just warm but hot! Cole's cock became slippery with precum and saliva; as Timmy moved his face back and forth, Cole clenched his ass cheeks while subtly thrusting.

Timmy reached up and grabbed Cole's cock again while he took a break to get his breath.

"You have a great cock, Cole," Timmy complimented.

"Maybe I can play with yours someday?" Cole replied.

"I'd like that. But, I don't want you to rush into anything, ok?" Timmy said gently.

In his head, Timmy made a retching sound. God it was hard being so nice.

Timmy kissed the head of Cole's cock and then sucked the head which squirted precum.

"Your powers are amazing, you know. When you get horny, you can make other people horny. You can make them cum more or last longer..." Timmy commented. "You can make you own orgasm more intense, if you want to."

Timmy swallowed the cock again, this time deep throating the erection. Timmy wanted Cole to think about what he was doing with his powers because, so far, he seemed only to have activated them accidentally.

Cole thought about what Timmy said and concentrated on the sensations in his cock. He felt it getting harder, leaking more and his balls were pulsing with cum. Cole could feel his balls filling like a bottle being filled from the tap. Then, Cole concentrated on Timmy's cock. Timmy was kneeling so Cole couldn't reach it, but if he thought really hard he thought he could make Timmy cum. Cole wouldn't even need to touch it.

Timmy mumbled "oh fuck," as he sucked Cole's cock and felt his own get stiffer and wetter. A spurt of precum shot out of Timmy's untouched cock and landed on his thigh; the continued leak of precum trickled down the shaft like candle wax.

"Oh god, Timmy... It think..." Cole warned.

Timmy reached around and grabbed Cole's ass. He buried his face in Cole's dick, his nose sniffing Cole's damp pubes. When he pulled back, Timmy felt Cole's cock slip out of his mouth just in time for it to explode. Timmy's face was hit right in the centre with a blast of cum. It was like getting shot with a paintball gun. Cole's cock erupted violently with more cum raining down on Timmy's face.

The impressive load was something Timmy had seen Cole do before. The volume was incredible and Timmy certainly had ideas about encouraging Cole to work on increasing the volume even more. As it was, the load unleashed from Cole's cock was at least ten times the normal ejaculate volume.

Timmy opened his mouth to accept the jizz into it. It coated his tongue and Timmy swallowed it. Then Timmy drank even more and lapped it up from the source like a kitten drinking milk. Timmy's face was a mess of spunk by the time Cole's power released him.

"Can you make me cum?" Timmy asked. "Without touching me?"

Timmy's face looked like it had been slimed and he was looking up at Cole with big eyes that Cole just couldn't refuse.

"I can try," Cole agreed.

Timmy lay on his back, with his arms behind his head. It exposed his pits which were almost hairless; Cole wondered if he shaved or if he was underdeveloped. He didn't ask. Cole concentrated on Timmy's cock and it gave an excited leap.

Lying on his back meant Timmy's cock was flat on his stomach and aimed up the length of his body.

"What if it makes a mess?" Cole worried.

"I imagine it will. You know what bukkake is?" Timmy asked.

Cole blushed so Timmy knew he did.

"Have you ever cum all over yourself?" Timmy asked.

Timmy's voice wasn't quite even because his cock was pulsing and leaping with unseen stimulation. His balls felt like they were being massaged.

"In the shower a few times, yea," Cole replied. "I had to have another shower after it."

Timmy laughed and could imagine why. Then Timmy felt incredible pleasure flowing through him. Cole seemed to concentrate and when he made a concerted effort, the pleasure intensified. Timmy moaned loudly. He was a boy who had enjoyed all manner of pleasures but this was something new. Timmy couldn't quite define how Cole's powers made the sensation of his impending orgasm feel different. Similarly, Timmy couldn't describe how actions were different when self-directed compared to commanded by him. The delight Timmy was feeling now was all part of Cole's magnificent ability.

Timmy seemed lost for a moment; his mind became hazy as he endured the ecstatic stimulation. Cole was standing over him and smiling, as if extracting pleasure of his own from the experience. Timmy's cock jumped and slapped against his stomach with a thwack; then, it started to spurt cum in pulses and throbs. Timmy's cock unloaded and kept unloading – not unlike the shower Cole had just described, Timmy' orgasm became an endurance test as it leaked and drained spunk from his balls.

Timmy had never cum so much before. The volume simply was not normal. Timmy had known about Cole's powers before starting his mission to recruit the boy, but experiencing it for himself instead of just watching was something else. This orgasm could be used to pleasure someone into submission or, perhaps, torture them with a sensation like continuing to masturbate even after ejaculating.

Cole's contribution to Jethro's team would be very exciting.

Timmy could feel cum running down the sides of his abdomen and chest but it was still shooting after half a minute. He lifted his cock so the flow rinsed his neck and then face. Timmy started to laugh at the mess he was making and with his open mouth, cum filled it. Finally, the flow stopped and Timmy closed his eyes to contemplate the possibilities of Cole's powers.

Combined with his own, Timmy imagined the havoc they could cause.

"That was amazing, Cole. Oh my goodness, that was incredible," Timmy insisted.

Cole blushed and seemed very pleased with himself. He wasn't used to being congratulated and commended like that. Timmy filed this away for later; Cole was desperate for validation. Timmy had been tapping into Cole's unjust treatment by his bullies, he should have remembered that simple reinforcement would also help.

"You should probably shower before my mum and dad get home," Cole said.

"Good idea," Timmy replied. "Why don't you join me?"

HOUSE AND HOME

"They're late," Jay worried. "Why are they late?"

"I dunno. They probably just got stuck in traffic or stopped for pizza and went to the library," Milo rattled off suggestions

"The library? Why would they go to the... you know what, I don't even wanna know," Jay said dismissively.

Jay was pacing the hallway in Matt's house and waiting for him to come home. Matt had called him after finding his son Michael, but that was four weeks ago. Four! Weeks! Matt and Cyrus had been worried about coming home because Jethro was still looking for Michael; to come home would paint a target for Jethro to come to.

However, they couldn't stay on the run forever.

Jay was nervous about seeing his lover again. He was nervous about Matt having spent six weeks with his husband (separated), especially after reuniting with their son a month ago. Jay was also nervous about meeting Michael Tempest-Hyatt.

Michael had died when he was twelve years old, devastating Matt and Cyrus and destroying their relationship. Except, Michael hadn't died (permanently); he resurrected and was hidden away by Angelo. Nine months ago, Jethro Renton-Mass had discovered Michael's safehouse; Jethro was Michael's biological father and he held a major grudge against Angelo for hiding the boy and Matt & Cyrus for loving him like their own.

Now, everything was a mess!

Matt and Cyrus felt betrayed by Angelo for keeping their son's survival from them and letting them grieve, mourn and self-destruct when he knew Michael was alive all along.

"Try to relax, bro. They'll get here when they get here," Milo said reassuringly. "Gum?"

Milo's offer of chewing gum would have been more generous if he hadn't already been chewing it. Jay's little brother held out the partially masticated lump of white gum and looked at his big brother expectantly.

"No thank you," Jay replied.

Milo shrugged.

"Anyway, shouldn't you get dressed?" Jay asked.

"I am dressed," Milo replied, putting his hands on his hips.

Milo had a very casual dress code at home. Technically, home was next door, but Jay had taken the time to straighten up Matt's house while he was gone and Milo had gone to help. Well, not help, but he was there a lot. Since he had de facto taken up residence in Matt's spare room for a few days, he was dressed casually.

Milo's dress code usually just consisted of underpants – often briefs. The fifteen year old was tall for his age with a long, skinny body and long skinny legs. Today, he was wearing hipster boxers – small and tight, hugging his ass and emphasising the bulge in the front. He also had a short sleeved t-shirt on that his dad had got him for Christmas three years ago. Therefore, the sleeves were severely short even on Milo's spindly arms and when he stretched, it exposed his midriff.

"You could at least have put something decent on," Jay tried.

"This is my favourite t-shirt," Milo pointed out.

The t-shirt had a kitten wearing a Santa Hat. It was now February!

"It has pizza stains on it, Milo," Jay critiqued.

"They're my favourite pizza stains," Milo asserted.

"You're being ridiculous," Jay said languidly.

"I'm never ridiculous," Milo protested.

"Oh yea?" Jay replied. "What about that time you wrote a detailed blog about which characters in Animal Crossing are circumcised or not?"

"You said you couldn't refute the findings of my dissertation!" Milo squawked.

Milo was trying to distract him with silliness, but Jay was still worried.

"They're very late," Jay said just in time for the front door to open.

Jay rushed forward and threw his arms around Matt, hugging him.

"It's good to see you too," Matt said dryly.

Jay blushed but when he looked at Matt, his lover really was pleased to see him. Yet, he looked older. He looked tired. Jay stepped back to let Matt step inside and he was followed by Cyrus and finally Michael.

Michael was a handsome kid, but he looked a little glum. Who could blame him. He'd been held prisoner by a father he didn't know, escaped and hid with an old friend for two months and then had to say goodbye to that friend only to spend another month essentially on the run. Would Jethro Renton-Mass ever stop looking for him? Was he safe here?

"Oh! My! Boyness!" Milo said.

Matt, Cyrus and Michael looked at him curiously and when Jay turned to look at his little brother, Milo was actually blushing. Jay was going to tease him about his obvious new crush later. In the meantime, Jay walked back to Milo while the others closed the door.

"Michael, this is Jay..." Matt started to say.

"And I'm Milo. Hi, I'm Milo," Milo gushed.

Milo stepped forward to offer his hand and the gum fell out of his mouth; he tried to catch it and instead batted it into his eye, which started to water. The gum landed on the floor.

"Sorry. I was just keeping that for Jay," Milo said. "But, you can have it if you want."

Michael looked down at the chewed lump of gum and then back at the cute boy who had chewed it. Michael recovered enough to accept the hand of the enthusiastic but rheumy eyed boy; Milo pumped Michael's hand and then dropped it.

"Anyway. Sorry about my undies. Normally they have bananas on them. I need to go," Milo exploded.

Milo spun around on socked feet, nearly fell over and then skidded towards Jay.

"Oh my god, he's so pretty," Milo said in what he probably thought was a whisper as he passed Jay.

There followed Milo's departure, a moment of silence. Then, Michael looked at Matt and Cyrus.

"You're right, nothing could have prepared me for that," Michael admitted.

"I'm going to go check on him," Cyrus said.

"I'm going to get a drink," Matt added – whether he meant water or alcohol was unclear. "Jay, this is Michael."

Michael stepped forward and accepted Jay's handshake.

"So, you're the dude fucking my dad?" Michael said, which caught Jay off guard.

"Well... technically, he fucks me," Jay defended himself unhelpfully.

"Hm. Right," Michael replied.

In the four weeks since he was reunited with his dads, Michael had struggled to accept they were separated. He understood that they had moved on and didn't really blame Jay or Jeffrey for meeting and falling for Matt and Cyrus. However, it didn't feel right that his dads were with someone else.

Michael had had to say goodbye to Jack in a hurry. Maybe it was for the best though, since Jack had started dating his best friend, Neil, they had been having a lot of sex.

"Milo seems like he's a lot of fun," Michael said in a more conciliatory tone.

"He's a hoot," Jay assured Michael.

"Is he always so..." Michael searched for the right word.

"Very much so," Jay replied.

Michael laughed and Jay could see why Milo fancied him. Michael was a good looking boy.

"Why don't I show you to your room?" Jay suggested. "Milo was just finishing your Lego castle this morning."

"Why have I got a Lego castle?" Michael asked as they ascended.

"Milo wanted you to have all the essentials," Jay chuckled affectionately.

Jay looked back and laughed even harder at Michael's utterly bewildered face.

THREE WEEKS LATER

A MEAN STREAK

After the half term holidays, Timmy had come up with a few ideas for the next punishment of the bullies of Grey Manor High School. In the end though, he tried something new. Timmy asked Cole. It wasn't that he expected anything monumentally imaginative, but he wanted Cole to be a part of the planning process. Timmy wanted Cole to be responsible for the comeuppance.

"There was one time when Uri pushed me out of the changing rooms when I only had a towel," Cole related. "Then he snatched the towel when the girls were coming out of their changing room. I tried to keep hold of it so I couldn't cover up and..."

Cole hated this memory.

Timmy rather liked the story.

"Maybe we can work with that," Timmy decided.

Timmy had already made bullies: shower with clothes on then strip, fool around in a cinema, film a shaving video live online, wear a filthy uniform for three months and then walk home naked, and attend a spanking festival with a dildo endurance test. In an ongoing project (five months and counting), Timmy had ordered Seth to edge every day but he was unable to cum.

All in, Timmy was pleased with the range of humiliations he'd come up with. Timmy had considered targeting the twins next; Lance and Landon made Now!Watch videos. Mostly they were shirtless videos involving exercise or flexing or `casually' hanging out. The kind of nonsense that boys over the age of fourteen post online when they're hot and know it. The twins did post the occasional queerbaiting videos like almost kissing; Timmy had taken it to another level by making them actually kiss in a video, but that wasn't nearly good enough. Timmy fully intended to exploit a taboo tableau of tawdry twincest. Timmy had gradually been prompting them to be more slutty and provocative in their videos – like wearing underwear so low, the root of their cocks flashed.

Timmy wanted the twin's humiliation to brew a little longer. So, on to Uri first.

"Work with that?" Cole repeated. "You mean... make him walk out of the changing rooms naked?"

"That's a good idea," Timmy encouraged as if the very idea had never even occurred to him.

Cole shrank back from the idea. He was uncomfortable with being to blame for the next downfall of his old tormentors. Timmy could see Cole's reticence, but encouraged him to push through it.

"Remember just last month, we would have thought they'd learned their lesson by now?" Timmy prompted him. "And then Lucas and Blake attacked you. You still have a black eye."

In point of fact, Timmy had used mind control to command them to attack Cole. Lucas and Blake were ordered to forget the command, but Cole had needed a physical reminder of why the campaign of retribution had started in the first place.

"You're right," Cole agreed. "Maybe we could make Uri streak through the whole school?"

Timmy cackled with delight at the surprising level of ambition from the mild mannered boy. He had really been a bad influence on Cole who had clearly come farther than Timmy originally thought.

"Oh, you have a mean streak," Timmy congratulated. "And soon, Uri will too."

It was now the last day of February. Timmy couldn't help but wonder if the football team, more than half of whom had now suffered humiliation, had come to expect something to happen to them on a monthly basis? Timmy intentionally left Uri's streak until the last minute to ensure any tension or anticipation was at its highest. It was a leap year so the 29TH was an extra day in the calendar that felt as if it was made for something special.

Uri was eighteen with olive skin, dark eyes and impressive eyebrows. He had a face that often looked mean, which suited his rather surly demeanour. He had an impressive bush of black pubes and chest hair, but a surprisingly sparse distribution of hair elsewhere. Uri was the kind of prick who wore sunglasses inside and he had a short, beard that complimented the thick black hair on his head. Uri was the kind of lad who could have passed for a young man in his early twenties and enjoyed looking like he should be teaching a class rather than studying in it.

Uri was just shoving a lightweight fifteen year old into the wall, because he's such a tough guy, when Timmy decided to make his move. The kid Uri had pushed around had the audacity to get in his way; the boy was now nursing an aching shoulder. Timmy didn't like Uri. In fairness, he didn't like any of the bullies which was ironic because Timmy was something of a bully himself.

The gallant crusade to repay all of Cole's bullies hadn't turned Timmy good or soft though, if anything, it had just made him more ingenious in how he used his powers and justified his actions.

"Problem?" Uri challenged Timmy.

Uri was a man of few words and he had almost as many braincells.

"That was mean," Timmy glanced at the boy who Uri had shoved.

"So?" Uri rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, you're defending all the losers in the school now. Don't you have anything better to do?"

Timmy smirked because it was classic bullying attitude. How did this dumb fucker not know that what had happened to his friends was about to happen to him? There was a sense of invulnerability amongst people like Uri; and Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oz, OB, Lucas, Blake and Seth. They all thought they were too big to fall. Too cool, too tough or intimidating to be a victim.

The few kids who had been lingering in the hall had made themselves scarce. No-one wanted to be around if there was a fight, especially since Uri was known for solving (and in some case starting) problems with his fists.

"Be careful, Uri likes to use his fists," Cole had literally warned Timmy.

"Oh does he," Timmy laughed in response. "If he tries, I'll fist him."

Uri had contemplated beating the crap out of Timmy a few times; however, he had restrained himself for a few reasons.

  1. he didn't really think Timmy was a problem.

  2. the things Timmy had done to his friends were hilarious.

  3. he had grown bored of Cole and his pathetic submissiveness.

  4. he literally did not care about Timmy and his defence of losers.

Timmy basically was not worth the effort. Timmy was annoying him today though.

"No, I don't have anything better to do, Uri," Timmy responded.

"Great. Well, I do. Gotta run," Uri said dismissively.

Uri made to walk away but Timmy chuckled and Uri turned to glower at him.

"Funny you should mention running," Timmy said.

A short time later, Timmy and Cole were leaving class while Uri got undressed in the boys changing room. The S4 boys were surprised to see the eighteen year old. Most of the fifteen or sixteen year olds knew Uri's reputation as a dimwit who was a very hard puncher. Thus, the half-dressed boys said nothing that might attract his attention.

It was odd though. Uri just walked in and began to undress without a word. He barely even looked at them as he pulled off his tie, then shoes and socks. Uri unbuttoned his shirt and dumped it on the floor.

The boys knew not to antagonise Uri but he was a big, handsome lad with an enviable physique. His behaviour was very odd and it hadn't escaped notice that the football team had been acting oddly lately; most kids in Grey Manor High School put down to pranks or exhibitionism.

The S4 boys watched as Uri dropped his trousers and then finally his underwear. The handsome, hulking teenager stood stark bollock naked in the locker room with no movement to put on a PE kit or any other form of sportwear. He did put a pair of trainers on though.

Then, still without speaking, the big dumb jock walked to the changing room door, opened it and walked out. The boys watched with amusement, amazement and concern as Uri left all his clothes behind and started to streak.

Uri wouldn't have been able to put it into words (because he is stupid), but it was like being inside a dream. He could see and feel what was going on but he had no power over the narrative. Uri was dimly aware of Timmy having told him to run earlier in the day; the instruction had sat in his mind like a timebomb and with it a sense of dread had hung over him as he waited for the clock to reach zero.

Now, Uri was naked and jogging through the PE corridor. Passing through the doors at the end, Uri had two choices. To his right was the main doors, Administration corridor and at the far end, the Guidance offices and the red stairs up to the first floor. Straight ahead was the social space, the cafeteria and dining area and at the far end of all that, Music, Drama and the blue stairs.

Uri went forward. There was some consolation that classes were in session so the corridors were relatively quiet as he darted along with his penis slapping as he ran. There were a few students in the dining area on his left and in the garden on the right; they watched as Uri streaked past and laughed at the sound of his dick flopping and his pale but fuzzy ass cheeks.

Uri wasn't insecure about his body. When lads banded around insults and snarky comments during or after sports, he'd always taken jokes with good grace. However, he wasn't in the locker room or in the showers, he was bare naked in the social area of the school; Uri had never been more acutely aware of his pale skin and his blonde, translucent body hair.

The giggles and whistles died down as Uri reached the blue stairs which he ascended to the first floor. He launched himself out of the stairwell and went straight ahead. The corridor was long and overlooked the so-called donut hole in the centre of the building. The school essentially wrapped around the garden in the middle which made it a square building with a square donut hole in the middle.

Uri's heart was racing from exposure and exertion as he turned left at the end of the corridor and nearly bumped into two students who were kissing just out of view of the classrooms. They bristled to object to the collision, saw who it was and backed down, and then registered Uri was naked and couldn't stop themselves giggling. Uri's dick was exposed. He didn't like the two gay boys looking at him like that, but he couldn't stop them.

How many people would see him, Uri worried? How many students in classrooms would see him streak past and wonder if they'd really just seen what they thought they had? Uri carried on along the English corridor and reached the red stairs at the end, which he climbed to the second floor.

Uri glanced down as he went up and thought he saw Mr Murray coming up. Whether the English teacher saw the naked teenager or not was uncertain because Uri didn't slow down. On the second floor, Uri exited and turned right.

The Computing and Business classrooms extended the length of the corridor until it met the Science classrooms at the next intersection. Streaking past, Uri looked into some of the classrooms and a few faces brightened, eyes widened and postures straightened as the saw the smooth lad running past.

The effect of running naked with his dick flopping had caused Uri to pop a semi, which only added to the humiliation of the moment. Why was he doing this? Was it a dream? He knew it wasn't, but Uri did not know why he had decided to do this.

Timmy!

Uri did know.

Timmy wanted Uri to know he was powerless to resist, just as all the others had been powerless. This was their punishment for how they had treated Cole. Uri remembered the time he'd stolen Cole's towel after pushing him out of the changing room. At the time it had been hilarious to watch Cole cover up his prick and cower as a gaggle of girls left their changing room. It wasn't so funny now, plus this was much worse! He was naked on the second floor and miles away from his clothes.

Then the bell rang to signal the end of classes.

"Fuck!"

Uri was nearly at the end of the corridor, just passing the last door before the intersection, when the classroom doors started to open. There was a bottleneck as the first students to walk out of the classrooms saw Uri's ass sprinting towards the stairwell. Yelps of surprise, gasps and jaw dropping expressions only exacerbated the interest of those behind who pushed forward to try and see.

Uri nearly jumped through the windows in the doors leading into the stairwell because he didn't hitch his speed at all, thus he crashed into the doors. While the students exiting the Computing and Business classrooms saw Uri's bare butt, the students leaving the Science rooms had a side view and were therefore treated to ass, dick and balls.

Uri was the first to reach the green stairs in the Science department so he ran downstairs without company until he got to the first floor where students from Modern Languages, Art, Geography, and History/ Modern Studies were headed down.

Those that saw the naked bulk of Uri tried to press themselves out of the way but others either didn't see him or had nowhere to go. Uri made aggressive grunts and gestures as he displaced anyone in his way; they felt themselves pushed aside by bare flesh and the reaction to realising he was naked was very loud!

The noise increased as everyone started to realise Uri was streaking; some found it funny, some were disgusted and some were hastily reaching for phones to record it. Finally reaching the ground floor, Uri exited the green stairs in the Design and Tech department. He shoved students out of the way as he ran forward towards the Guidance offices.

"Move! Move!! Move!!!" Uri shouted.

The corridor ahead was on the opposite side of the building to the social space, cafeteria and dining area. However, when Uri looked right he could see across the garden and into the social space where there was a clear commotion as word of his streaking had spread.

Bodies pressed against the wall as Uri barrelled up the corridor like a bull or a rugby player. Uri turned right into the Administration corridor where students were leaving via the front door but stopped to watch the flash of Uri as he beat feet back towards the PE department.

His dick was still flopping from side to side and slapping his thigh with almost obscene noise. Uri was unlucky the bell had rung while he was still on the second floor, but lucky that the teachers were so slow to emerge from their classrooms. They would all hear about it from the hundreds of students who had seen Uri stark bollock naked but at least no teachers had actually seen is penis.

Uri was breathless and he shoved a couple of students out of his way as he neared the end of his run; the students staggered backwards into the social space as Uri turned left and pelted towards the locker room door.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" snarled a voice that finally brought Uri to a halt.

The whole run had probably only lasted a few minutes, but how much damage had it done to his reputation and credibility? The question had come from Coach Eric. Mr Darling was a PE teacher and a favourite of those who were in his good graces. When he did not like a boy however, he was their worst nightmare. Cole could testify to that.

Mr Darling, Coach Eric, had not only done nothing to stop Cole's bulling at the hands of the football team, but in fact actively encouraged it. Coach Eric had been impressed by the ingenuity of cruelty from his boys as they harassed and bullied Cole. Psychological, physical and sexual nastiness had characterised the bulling which Coach Eric had often watched with amusement and derision.

"Sir... I..." Uri panted.

"Get your ugly ass in the changing room," Coach Eric warned.

"Sorry sir," Uri replied as he obeyed.

"You think anyone wants to see that peen of yours flopping about?" Coach Eric asked rhetorically.

Uri knew better than to answer, but he wasn't the only one who had noticed how much Coach Eric liked to watch the boys. The same could be said of all bullies though – they all liked to watch humiliation.

"Why the hell did you do that, Uri?" Coach Eric asked him. "What's gotten into all of you?"

The man was furious not only at Uri but the whole team had been acting oddly lately.

"I... I don't know," Uri replied.

Neither of them had noticed they weren't alone because Timmy had created something of a mirage around himself and Cole to avoid being seen. Watching the hot, sweating and panting Uri streaking back into the PE corridor had been a sight to behold. At no time had Uri covered up and the cacophony of storytelling from all the different people who had seen Uri throughout the escapade created an immersive experience for them both to enjoy.

At this moment though, Timmy and Cole sat quietly as they listened to Coach Eric interrogating Uri.

"You don't know why you flashed your disgusting cock to the entire fucking school?" Coach Eric demanded.

"It wasn't my idea," Uri answered. "Timmy told me to do it. He's been telling all of us to do things."

"I've noticed. Sean showering with his uniform on and stripping in class, Oz posting a shaving video, OB and his stinking uniform and stripping in town..." Coach Eric listed.

"Yea. Caleb and Haden told us they got naked in the movies. Lucas and Blake went to some kinky festival last month," Uri told the man.

Uri was a totally nude (except for his trainers) eighteen year schoolboy casually talking to his teacher without shame. Timmy didn't even influence this behaviour. The boy really was just showing a teacher his dick and balls; moreover, the teacher was quite comfortable talking to the naked boy.

What Timmy had influenced, carefully over the last five months, was the inquisition of people in authority at the school. For his campaign to be successful, Timmy couldn't afford too many questions. Coach Eric was getting close to asking too many questions but he was a part of the campaign and soon he'd get his comeuppance. It might even be fun for the man to see it coming, unable to avert the inevitable.

"Plus Seth can't cum anymore," Uri added.

"Why not?" Coach Eric demanded.

"I think because Timmy told him not to," Uri replied.

"Timmy. Fucking Timmy and that nancy boy Cole," Coach Eric spat.

"Yea," Uri agreed stupidly.

Uri sat on the bench with his uniform folded beside him. Coach Eric sat next to him and reached over to grasp the boy's penis. It was floppy but long – about four and a half inches already. Coach Eric tugged it and stroked it until it was fully hard. It was an appreciable six and a half inches.

"What if someone walks in?" Uri asked.

"And sees me masturbating a student?" Coach Eric asked. "I imagine I'd be in a lot of trouble."

"Don't stop," Uri said.

The hunky, hulking boy sat back as Coach Eric jerked him off. Uri even helped by thrusting up into Coach Eric's hand. Sweat lubricated the stiffy. Coach Eric felt his arm get tired and his hand cramp, but he literally could not stop. Even the build-up lactic acid in his muscles didn't stop him persisting.

It was with some relief that Uri finally came – his jizz shooting a few centimetres into the air and then splashing down like a fountain.

The impromptu masturbation hadn't given Cole the chance to even think about using his abilities, which was a shame because he'd have liked to help Timmy. Cole hadn't realised how much he was enjoying all of this; no longer a victim and becoming an avenger.

Coach Eric's hand was covered in teenage cum so he shoved his hand into Uri's mouth and made the boy suck fingers until he'd eaten all his own cum.

Coach Eric stood up, looking stupefied. Almost as stupid as Uri, but that wasn't actually possible. He didn't know why he'd just done that.

"Put some fucking clothes on, would you?" Coach Eric said.

Uri came to his senses and found his discarded uniform had been folded and placed on the bench.

"You all just do whatever Timmy says?" Coach Eric asked.

Interesting, Timmy thought as he watched. The man seemed almost aware of having just been directed himself. Coach Eric didn't know why he had just jerked off Uri, only that it hadn't been his idea.

"I guess so. We've all talked about it but not much," Uri said.

They were all quite ashamed of their individual experiences.

"You think we should fuck him up?" Uri said as he pounded a fist into the palm of his hand.

"Timmy would make a much more valuable ally, don't you think?" Coach Eric said with the mind of a manipulator.

Beside Timmy, Cole grew very still. The very idea that Timmy would join a villain like Mr Darling was disturbing. However, Timmy reached over and reassuringly held Cole's hand.

"Come on," Timmy said. "Let's go see what the school social media page has made of Uri's mean streak."

BARGAINING

Jethro pushed hard into the man on his knees so that pelvis and buttocks slapped each time he thrust. Jethro also pushed his cock into the man's mouth. It was a source of supreme pleasure that he could spit roast a man with himself. Jethro was capable of binary replication – the ability to split himself into two people. They were both him, but some traits were weighted slightly differently and the longer he remained divided, the more the two versions diverged.

They could not exist indefinably as two people and when he recombined, the memories of two became one. At this moment, the two Jethro's were having sex with a man named Tomaz Rozman.

Tomaz Rozman did not exist.

He used to, but not anymore.

The man who did not exist gagged as his mouth filled with cum. It shot into the back of this throat and then coated his tongue. Jethro pulled back so Tomaz can swallow, but he coughed some of the spunk onto the sloppy cock. Jethro held the young man's chin as he smeared his cock all over Tomaz's lips. Jethro pushed his erection back into Tomaz's mouth, but the greedy man was ready this time and relished the meaty appendage that fucked his face.

Jethro was still behind Tomaz, pounding his ass with an (consensually) aggressive pace. For a man who was five hundred and twenty three years old, he still had impressive stamina. Jethro's cum filled Tomaz's guts; his spunk made a wet suction sound as his pace finally slowed down. He pulled out and tapped his dick on the small of Tomaz's back.

Tomaz was a lot younger than Jethro, but while Jethro was north of five centuries old he looked like he was in his late forties. He owed his longevity to being an Angel, a race of humans with superior abilities. Tomaz was a next generation of gifted human – a nu-man. Tomas was in his early thirties with fair, almost invisible, eyebrows and blonde hair shaved to stubble. His blue eyes were vivid and his body was naturally quite smooth; the blonde hairs in the centre of his chest and fuzzy on his ass and legs were almost invisible. Tomaz had a toned physique and the rather mean looking face of a pugilist.

Several years ago, Tomaz worked for Denego Potentia (the SEX Men). The team as it was broke up when Matt and Cyrus lost their son and Tomaz was poached by ORB (Office of the Red Bench); theoretically, Tomaz now answered to the security and intelligence interests of the House of Lords. In reality, he served Jethro Renton-Mass, having defected to the other side. He had only come to report on his surveillance of Matt, Cyrus and Michael when he had fallen into bed with Jethro.

The pair of Jethros pulled their spent cocks from Tomaz's orifices and climbed off the bed. Tomaz flipped onto his back to watch as the two Jethros made contact and snapped back together. Tomaz put his hands behind his head, displaying fluffy blonde pits as he watched Jethro find underwear.

Jethro was thin, lean and almost bald but his physique was strong and wiry.

"I don't need you to watch them anymore," Jethro said.

Tomaz hadn't had much to report. The Tempest-Hyatt family had been home for a few weeks now; they remained estranged from Angelo, but they appeared to still be on friendly terms with Jay and Milo Oswald. The brothers had been back to the Racetrack (the SEX Men's base of operations) once in the last three weeks, Jeffrey Yates split his time between the Racetrack and Cyrus' bedroom.

Tomaz had observed no evidence that Matt Tempest and Cyrus Hyatt were romantically reunited; Matt continued his relationship with Jay Oswald and Cyrus with Jeffrey Yates.

"ORB remains interested in them," Tomaz replied.

Tomaz felt obliged to remind Jethro Renton-Mass that he didn't just answer to him.

"Lord Trevelyan, by any chance?" Jethro enquired.

"Yes," Tomaz replied cagily.

For a traitor, Tomaz could be very circumspect about the information he shared with Jethro.

Jethro was about to respond when his phone rang. He walked to a table by the window where he had left it before fucking Tomaz. Jethro read the display and smirked because he had a feeling what he was about to be told.

"Yes?" Jethro asked as soon as he lifted the device. "Fine. Escort him to the penthouse conference room."

Tomaz wore an interested expression and raised his eyebrows questioningly as the man hung up.

"Matthew is here to see me. Make yourself scarce and do not let him see you," Jethro ordered.

Matt and Tomaz had fallen out when the team disbanded. They had never had the best relationship even when the team was cohesive. Matt thought Tomaz was combative and Tomaz thought Matt was arrogant and condescending. When Matt re-entered the fold, he had asked Tomaz to return, but by then he was working for ORB and Jethro. Matt considered Tomaz working for ORB was bad enough, he would feel even more betrayed if he knew about Jethro.

"Fine," Tomaz replied.

Tomas was often a man of few words and liked to get down to business, but he disliked Jethro's dismissiveness. Jethro dressed quickly and left the room to meet Matt.

When Matt entered the room, Jethro was standing waiting for him. Jethro was usually immaculately dressed in a sharp suit and looking like he was dressed for court. Tonight, he was looking almost casual; his shirt was untucked and the top button was undone. Matt wondered if he'd been in the middle of someone.

"Good evening, Matthew. Can I get you something to drink?" Jethro asked.

"No," Matt replied.

Jethro walked to a cabinet that contained a small fridge and removed a bottle of water for himself. He swallowed a few mouthfuls, ignoring Matt with deliberate impertinence, before turning back.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Jethro asked.

"The anticipation is... vexing," Matt said without pretence. "You must know we've been back in Clyde Daer for weeks now. We've been waiting for you to turn up."

"And why would I have any interest in turning up at your quaint family home?" Jethro asked disinterestedly.

"Because Michael escaped your custody..." Matt replied.

"My custody? He's my son. My real son," Jethro said snappily.

"He was your prisoner," Matt reiterated.

Jethro and Matt looked at each other with mutual loathing.

"I want to know if I should expect you to come for him or not?" Matt asked after a stony silence.

"And you think I'm just going to tell you? Do you want to know the rest of my plans too?" Jethro asked sarcastically.

Matt didn't respond right away. He let the sarcasm that was beneath a man like Jethro linger for a moment.

"You wanted Michael to join you," Matt ignored the acerbic tone. "He refused. He's useless to you sitting in a cell somewhere..."

"You can keep him," Jethro interrupted. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes," Matt replied cautiously.

"I won't come for him," Jethro promised.

"If you do, I'll kill you," Matt asserted.

"You would try. I have no doubt you would try, Matthew," Jethro replied mildly. "The truth is a destructive conflict would serve no purpose."

"You are being very reasonable," Matt said carefully.

"I will allow you to keep the boy," Jethro said softly. "I ask only that you do not get in my way."

Matt had known there would be a bargaining. There would be a price for keeping his son safe.

"There will come a time..." Matt started to say.

"When we can no longer keep the truce. I know," Jethro interrupted.

Matt turned to walk away but stopped when he got to the door.

"Why did you do it?" Matt asked as he turned back to face the man.

"Tell you that Michael was alive?" Jethro inferred with a smirk.

"Oh no, that part is obvious. You wanted to drive a wedge between me and Angelo," Matt responded bitterly. "You wanted to destroy our team."

"Did it work?" Jethro asked smugly.

"You know it did," Matt admitted.

"Then what?" Jethro asked wearily. "Why did I do what?"

"Why did you arrange for Michael to escape?" Matt asked.

A smile slid onto the face of Jethro Renton-Mass. He was amused that Matt had figured it out. Matt was pretty pleased with himself; he hadn't been sure, but he'd had a feeling Jethro himself had orchestrated Michael's escape.

"Because I wanted my son back," Jethro replied blandly. "But what a waste. He turned out to be just like you."

Matt almost felt sorry for the man.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told, A Series of Embarrassing Events, and Noah the Embarrassed Nudist.

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