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 08: April is the Cruellest Month
APRIL FOOL
It was Monday the first of April, Milo's birthday, and Milo walked into the kitchen wearing a cowboy hat. Because of course he was. Matt stooped with a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth, Cyrus added too much milk to his coffee which he would still drink (but grudgingly), Jeffrey silently eyed not only the hat but the rest of the outfit, Michael smiled so hard his eyes welled up and Jay took a deep breath.
Milo tilted the cowboy hat at Jay.
"Why? Why are you wearing that?" Jay asked.
"It's a long story," Milo replied with an expansive gesture.
TWENTY FOUR HOURS EARLIER:
Milo had gone to the gym because he liked to look at the guys in the showers and was on his way home. Passing a shop window, Milo suddenly spied a cowboy hat in the window. He pressed his nose against the glass while wearing an awed expression.
"Neat!" Milo said to himself.
THE PRESENT:
"Ok, sure," Jay replied. "Anyway, happy birthday!"
"Thank you!" Milo responded and threw himself into a fraternal hug.
The brim of the hat skewered Jay in the face as his little brother hugged him. Milo was dressed in a cowboy hat, an orange vest, blue hipster briefs and green socks. His long, silky and skinny legs poked out of the short, tight underwear and his feet were wrapped in the socks, but one of them was nearly halfway up Milo's calf and the other was rolled down nearly to the ankle.
It summed Milo up perfectly: semi-deliberate chaos.
"Happy birthday, Milo," Jeffrey was the first to echo.
Jeffrey had been staying in Cyrus's room, Matt's second bedroom, for a few weeks. The SEX Men team had disintegrated without officially disbanding since Matt and Cyrus fell out with Angelo; the result was a conflicted loyalty for Jeffrey (Cyrus' partner), Jay and Milo. Steve and Hugh seemed unaffected, but their team participation was on a more as required basis rather than systematic involvement.
As it was, Matt's house had become the de facto base for the team to meet outside of the Racetrack. Jay and Milo made a habit of spending a lot of time at Matt's. Jay because he was dating Matt and shared his bed, and Milo because he was crushing on Michael and couldn't leave Jay alone for five minutes (hyperbole).
"Happy birthday," chorused Matt, Cyrus and Michael.
It was appropriate that Milo's birthday was April fool's day because he was never done making a fool of himself.
"Thank you. Thank you," Milo replied graciously, raising his hands as if quelling a crowd. "I'd just like to say a few words: hallux, jargon, perlocutionary, susurration, undulation, yokel. Thank you, that is all."
Then Milo sat down and poured a glass of milk.
"I got you something," Michael said as everyone struggled to cope with Miloisms at 8AM.
"For me? But... I didn't get you anything," Milo burst into panic.
"It's not my birthday though," Michael replied.
"Ok, well, good point," Milo agreed and settled back down.
"Here," Michael handed over the gift.
It was a shoebox wrapped in birthday paper. The box and its lid had been wrapped separately so the lid simply lifted off and Milo peered inside. The box was filled with chocolate bars.
"There's sixteen of them because your sixteen today," Michael explained. "I didn't really know what to get you."
Michael gave an embarrassed laugh. Milo gazed lovingly at the box filled that contained: Dairy Milk, Dairy Milk Caramel, Twirl, Boost, Double Decker, Flake, Galaxy, Galaxy Caramel, Maltesers, Mars, Twix, MilkyWay, Ripple, Kit Kat Chunky, Toblerone and a Fry's Chocolate Cream.
"Thank you so much. I love chocolate," Milo enthused. "And you didn't put in anything with peanuts in it like Reece's Faeces or Snickers."
"Both are crimes to chocolate," Michael confirmed.
"Yes!" Milo hopped off his chair and ran around the kitchen table to wrap his arms around Michael.
Michael was still getting used to Milo. He wasn't childish, just very silly; he wasn't stupid but he acted like it; and, he wasn't just cute but downright adorable. Michael could feel Milo's bare arms and the heat from his bare legs and the fleshy press of his flaccid penis.
"I knew we'd be good friends!" Milo asserted.
Milo wanted to be much more than just friends.
"Fair warning?" Jay said. "When Milo says, "I'm going to be friends with you," it's both a promise and a threat."
"Do I get cake?" Milo asked – ignoring the affectionate insult.
"It's eight o'clock in the morning, Milo," Matt interjected.
"Does he think I asked something else?" Milo turned to Cyrus.
Cyrus shrugged with his whole body, trying not to get involved.
"You can have cake later," Jay promised.
"Cool!" Milo said and he tipped his hat at Jay again.
Jay chuckled in response because it was impossible to not love his little brother.
"We do need to have a more serious conversation," Matt said.
"Do we, Matt? Today? Now?" Jeffrey admonished.
The adults in the room (Matt, Cyrus, Jeffrey and Jay) had discussed the arrangements for Milo's involvement in disrupting Timmy's plan to recruit Cole Cairns. They had made Milo aware of the plan a week ago but still needed to agree how to implement it.
Milo would need to use his memory manipulation abilities to make the teachers and students (including Timmy) believe he belonged there. Milo could then insinuate himself into the school and endear himself to Cole with an aim to interrupt Timmy's manipulations.
"You need me to go to Grey Manor High School and stop Timmy using his natural charm to turn Cole into a bad guy," Milo summarised. "I know. My biggest worry is that while Timmy can't use mind control to change Cole's nature, he can still mind control me."
There was division in the leadership about how realistic this concern was. Angelo had been fiercely protective of Milo and his safety. Meanwhile, Matt felt sure that Milo's aloof nature would cause Timmy to both underestimate Milo and not view him as a credible threat.
"What if he does something terrible to me like... turns me into a frog or makes me think I'm straight?" Milo asked with genuine worry.
"He probably won't turn you into a frog," Michael said confidently.
"Well, that's a weight off," Milo nodded.
"Jeffrey is going with you. Not to school," Cyrus added before Milo could say something silly. "But Jay doesn't want you living alone for the next month. He has university, Matt and I can't leave Michael."
"I'll keep house and you can come to me if there's any problems," Jeffrey said.
It was basically a babysitting job. Jeffrey had agreed, but was unimpressed that this was the demand on his skills. On the other hand, Jeffrey had continued to work with Angelo in the months since the disintegration of the team so he appreciated the opportunity to demonstrate his loyalty to Cyrus's side.
"Jeffrey is going to be my daddy?" Milo asked in a face that was the picture of innocence.
"We need to you think about things over the next two weeks, Milo..." Matt said.
Matt hated being the serious one. He knew he must have a reputation for being a buzz kill, bringing the party down and being solemn. Someone had to. Matt could imagine Milo running about with his cowboy hat on, watching movies and flirting with Michael over the Easter holidays, but he needed Milo to think about the future.
"We need you to build scenarios in your mind and make plans, back-up plans and plans for the back-up plans," Matt concluded.
"It's always something, isn't it?" Milo flapped. "Like, it's literally always fucking something! Can't go a week without it being something."
TWO WEEKS LATER
NEW BOY
Milo had taken Matt's advice and thought about things. Milo wasn't actually stupid, though he often acted daft. Milo still needed to go to school and learn stuff so, when he thought about it, he needed to memory manipulate the teachers and students at his own school to explain his indefinite absence and the teachers and students at Grey Manor High School to explain his presence.
Jay shot down Milo's suggestion that he say he was going to cowboy school until the end of term. Milo instead crafted a more likely, but boring, scenario about student exchange.
"Maybe I could be a French exchange student at Grey Manor?" Milo suggested.
"Do you know any French?" Jay quizzed him.
"Jim apple Milo pour for four," Milo said.
"Fuck me, there's a lot wrong with that!" Jay laughed.
Jay was confident that Milo was being deliberately `stupid' because it took cleverness and talent to get something that almost-right but still wrong: Je m'appell Milo porfavor.
"Keep it simple and believable," Jay advised. "Just be on exchange from an insane asylum."
Walking into Grey Manor High School, Milo settled for creating the façade of a relatively new boy (but not first day new) who was well-liked, charming, funny and handsome. It was a role Milo was born to play.
"Hi Milo. Did you have a good easter holiday?" asked a boy with beautiful skin and eyes and his hair hidden inside a dastar.
"Yes thank you, random student," Milo replied.
"It's Randeep," the boy replied.
"That's what I meant. Randeep student," Milo corrected.
Good thing Milo implanted the memory of a tendency to make quips and non sequiturs. It was as Milo made his way through the social space that he nearly found himself faceplanting on the floor. Milo tripped and stumbled, overcompensated, staggered backwards, did a little twirl and came to a stop. It was an entirely accidental act of grace resulting from an effort to trip him up.
Milo looked up to find himself face to face with a big bastard of a boy.
"Sorry, Milo," Oz said insincerely. "Didn't see you there."
"Ok. No harm done," Milo replied breezily.
Milo's failure to recognise maleficence only seemed to make Oz angrier, but that was because Oz was looking for a fight.
"Maybe you should look where I'm going next time," Oz snarled.
The bully gave Milo a hostile shove and he staggered back. Milo looked at the boy and realised he was in a bit of trouble. It was all very well and good to use his powers to blend in, but he had perhaps done too good a job. In Milo's effort to be meek and inconspicuous, Oz clearly recognised him as a weakling.
Milo looked around for support, however other students suddenly found other things to look at. Even Randeep had run off. Just then, another three lads approached and Milo rather hoped he could appeal to their better natures for help. They each shouldered past him, making Milo wince with pain. Seth, OB and Sean fist bumped Oz and then turned on Milo.
They looked at Milo like they saw a punching bag.
"I'm really sorry," Oz said suddenly.
"We were being jerks," Sean added.
They both looked bewildered as to why they'd just said that.
"We're going to go now because we're really stupid," OB concluded.
"I still masturbate every day, but can't cum," Seth disclosed.
"Oh. Have you tried butt stuff?" Milo offered helpfully.
The four boys looked around and spied the source of their unintended dialogue. They stormed off before they could say anything else. Milo followed their gave and saw Timmy watching him. A boy next to him said something and they both approached.
"Hello Milo," Timmy said in a friendly voice.
"Hey. Hi. Hello," Milo stuttered nervously.
This was the first big test of his mission. Infiltration into a place where no-one knew you was pretty easy with abilities like Milo's. Inconsistencies and anomalies in recall about Milo's history at the school would be ignored or overlooked but students and teachers. The test was how well he had implanted himself in Timmy's mind.
Timmy had met him. They'd had sex.
Milo had carefully eased those memories out of the way, distorting his appearance within them and implanting himself as a new student at Grey Manor High School. If all went to plan, Timmy wouldn't even notice his past had been altered. It only needed to last a few weeks.
"You seem..." Timmy looked confused – he'd been going to say familiar. "Sorry. Never mind."
"Morning, Milo," Cole said.
"Those guys ran off pretty quick once they saw you," Milo observed.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," Timmy asserted though quite why the phrase came to him, he wasn't sure.
"I don't know why they were picking on me," Milo said. "I'm funny and cute. And really nice!"
Timmy and Cole laughed which was weird because it almost made Timmy seem normal.
"They're all assholes, despite our best efforts," Cole said.
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try, try, try, try, try again," Timmy said.
There was a nasty edge to Timmy's tone, but Milo already knew why. He knew about what Timmy had done to the bullies of Grey Manor High School. Having met the bullies, Milo was inclined to think taking them down a few pegs wasn't a bad idea but Timmy's retribution was pretty brutal.
"That's a lot of try's," Milo was awed. "You must be pretty good at rugby."
Cole chuckled and Milo was delighted to have a captive audience.
"Did you have a good easter holiday, Cole?" Milo asked.
This was the first time Milo had actually met Cole, but the memories he'd implanted had made them familiars and united in being outside of most social circles.
Cole didn't answer right away. The easter holiday had started with the brutal humiliation of the twins Lance and Landon and their cousin Ivan. Cole had spent the last two weeks alternately daydreaming about their live incestuous internet show and feeling extremely guilty about it. Lance, Landon and Ivan had yet to realise how badly their reputations had been harmed; having unprotected sex with your own brother and putting in online was bound to have an impact. The school day hadn't actually started yet, but the trio had clearly lost respect at the school; they looked downtrodden when Cole saw them coming in.
"It was ok," Cole replied. "Seth and his goons just can't help themselves, can they?"
Cole's bitterness about watching them pick on Milo was an extension of his guilt. He was trying to justify the things he had done.
Timmy found this comment ironic. He had invested months in changing Cole's nature from a good boy to one capable of justifying wrongdoing. At the same time, the bullies had an opportunity to learn from their comeuppance and change from bad boys to individuals capable of goodness.
"Thanks again for your help, Timmy," Milo said sweetly as the bell rang.
"I'm sure I'll you around, Milo," Timmy said without knowing why he thought this.
RAGE AGAINST THE DEMEAN
The week wore on and Milo tried to fit in but the school was very cliquey.
"Are you being deliberately incompetent?" Coach Eric shouted.
"For god sake!" Coach Eric thundered.
"Milo, stop being terrible," Coach Eric scorned.
Milo was energetic and enthusiastic, but he was outclassed on the football pitch by the entire school football team.
"It seems unfair in a way," Milo passed remark to Cole. "To put all the best players on one team and the rest of us on the other team and then shout at us!"
"I forget you're new here sometimes," Cole replied with a bitter chuckle. "It's the way they do things here. The football team think they can do whatever they like and with Coach Eric's help they more or less get away with it."
"Wow. Imagine if you did terrible things to people and there were no consequences," Milo said ironically.
Cole smiled weakly and felt a flush of guilt. Milo, like everyone at the school, must have seen the videos, the streaking and odd behaviour of the football team?
"I guess you've heard the rumours?" Cole asked. "That Timmy is somehow making the team do weird things?"
"Rumour has it, sometimes Timmy tells them to do something and they do," Milo replied. "Making people walk home naked and stuff seems like a pretty mean way to exercise persuasion if you ask me."
Milo just wanted to implant a little bit of doubt.
"Are you two playing the fucking game?" Coach Eric interrupted.
Milo and Cole had missed another goal that took the football team up to 5-0 over the amateurs and asthmatics.
"No thanks," Milo replied unhelpfully. "I'm just here for the boys in shorts."
The football team, despite being horrid bullies, were all very attractive. The running and sweating and shorts and socks all appealed to Milo. Three of the lads had taken their tops off and displayed hot, teenage bodies.
Milo knew the boys were just showing off, but his face lit up like a heart-eyes emoji when he saw them. Their lovely chests and abs were fit and athletic.
"Get back in the game!" Coach Eric snarled.
When the whistle blew to signal the end of the game, the boys started to file in. Neither side mixed; the football team led by Seth were exclusionists and the others didn't like getting bullied so avoided the bastards at the best of times.
"You're actually pretty fast," Coach Eric offered as he materialised beside Milo.
"Oh thanks. I eat a lot of runner beans," Milo responded.
Milo was at a disadvantage. His ability had allowed him to infiltrate the school and make it seem like he belonged, however he didn't really know most of these people. They treated him with familiarity, but Milo was still trying to catch up. For example, he didn't appreciate just how hostile the football team were; they were renowned bullies and the PE teacher, Mr Eric Darling didn't seem much better. Since meeting them, Milo was inclined to think a revenge campaign was not wholly unjustified.
"Maybe if you made less jokes and concentrated on the ball, you'd be a better player," Coach Eric criticised.
"I focus on balls quite enough already, believe me," Milo joked.
"The football team are looking for a new bitch, if you like being on your knees," Coach Eric responded candidly.
"Are you really a teacher?" Milo asked.
Milo looked around to see if anyone else had heard the comment but Coach Eric was very careful before making inappropriate remarks. Even Timmy and Cole were out of sight.
"Let me guess, I shouldn't say things like that?" the man grumbled. "It's not woke. It's not nice. It's not PC. It hurts your egotistical, fragile little feelings?"
"Yea?" Milo answered.
The teacher rolled his eyes and walked away to talk to the football team who were still loitering and probably enjoying watching Milo get criticised. Was it any wonder they were all so hostile and cruel when they had that horrible man as their mentor?
"You've been really quiet," Timmy said.
"I've just been thinking," Cole replied.
Over just a few days, Milo had played a very subtle game. Avoiding conflict and deescalating things whenever the bullies came for him, which they did quite often. Cole resented seeing someone go through what he had. Yet, Milo was stoic and faced the opposition bravely. It made Cole question if revenge was really the answer?
Timmy could feel Cole's old temperament about to assert itself. Cole's tendency to fall back, to put up, to shy away. Timmy's mind was also drawn to the example being set by Milo. The boy seemed familiar. Milo's mere existence was inspiring and threatening to undo all of Timmy's good work.
"I was thinking about Milo. If this is what the bullies are doing on week one? If this is what they're doing when everyone is watching..." Timmy started. "What will they be like when they get to know him?"
"Week one? Milo started months ago," Cole pointed out.
Timmy gave his head a shake as if displacing headache.
"Right. Of course he did," Timmy agreed. "Milo seems like a really nice person."
"Yea..." Cole agreed.
"Too nice. If we weren't looking out for him, Seth and his friends would ruin him," Timmy insisted. "Maybe..."
"What?" Cole asked concernedly when Timmy didn't continue.
Timmy shrugged sadly and painted on a forlorn expression.
"Maybe we... no, maybe I... need to do what I'm doing so the good people can stay good," Timmy said with a heavy sigh. "We're nearly there, Cole. I'd understand if you wanted to leave Coach Eric and Seth to me."
Timmy could see Cole's brain trying to decide if he should renege on the plot to get even with his tormentors. Cole's innate squeamishness came head to head with his sense of obligation to Timmy. Torn between capitulation and revenge, Cole was unsettled that he was drawn to the latter. However, Coach Eric had spent three years helping the football team bully Cole. Cole had gone to the man to report bullying and the man had rounded up the team to...
There were so many things they had done to him. Cole could still feel their piss and cum on his skin, the taste of their semen in his mouth. The feel of them pushing inside. Coach Eric had encouraged them to demean him; it was time to rage against him.
"I can't leave you to fight my battles," Cole said finally. "Besides, if you take on Coach Eric without me, it won't be as messy."
Timmy enjoyed the malicious grin on Cole's face.
HOBSON'S CHOICE
It was after school at the football team had their usual self-congratulatory practice. It was ministered over by Coach Eric Darling who shouted abuse at them like that was a normal way to treat people.
"Come on, Landon! Go after that ball like it's your brother asshole," the teacher shouted.
Instead of encouraging the boy, it only flustered him.
After live streaming barebacking his own twin brother, Landon had thought he'd never live it down. Everyone at school had seen the video; his teachers and fellow students had different reactions to it. His dad had seen the video! There had been a special meeting about it during which the school advised expelling Landon, Lance and Ivan.
Their dad was a lawyer who took the school to task over their social media policy which admonished teachers and ancillary staff not to post adult content on social media, but no such rules were in place to govern the students. The school had never anticipated students would post fucking videos. Moreover, they had posted it in their own time and therefore had nothing to do with the school.
Lance and Landon were actually quite surprised how sympathetic their friends had been. They had made jokes, obviously, but they were also sympathetic. They all knew they had done things because of Timmy and his seeming ability to control their minds.
None of them would ever do anything like that unless mind control compelled them... right?
The bullies felt united in their caustic hatred of Timmy and Cole, but they relented that they were unable able to do anything about it. Timmy even stuck his nose in when they tried to put the new boy Milo in his place. Though Milo was much more likely to quip his way out of things.
"Right!" Coach Eric blew his whistle. "I think we're done for today. You can hit the showers now."
Coach Eric accompanied the students inside, walking through the locker room to get back to his office.
"No need to go anywhere, Coach," Timmy said mildly.
Coach? What a fucking stupid epithet. He wasn't "coach" he was Mr darling. He was a PE teacher! Clearly, he was also a wannabe football coach who hadn't lived up to his dream. Unless his dream was to coach high school football and bully gay kids. Timmy wasn't sure why the idiotic title of coach irked him so much but it did.
"I'm going to my office, Timmy," Coach Eric replied dismissively.
"Go to the showers," Timmy redirected the man.
Coach Eric staggered to a stop and looked at Timmy with surprise. The man didn't move for a few seconds as he tried to force his feet to take him to his office but they seemed determined to head to the showers. Timmy also wore a look of surprise. The coach was the first person to put up any real resistance since Timmy started all this.
"Go! To! The showers!" Timmy demanded.
This time there was little delay and the man walked to the boys shower area.
"Don't go anywhere," Timmy told the football team as he followed the teacher. "You know, you're the first person to present anything that could be called a challenge."
"You're a little thug, Timmy," Coach Eric sneered.
"And you're a big thug, coach," Timmy replied distastefully. "Is it just teenage boys you like to intimidate?"
The man glared at Timmy with open disdain.
"How do you do it, Timmy? Make people suggestible?" Coach Eric asked.
He was prowling around the shower area; the man seemed to have realised that he was told to go to the showers, but having completed that instruction, his mind was free again.
"Hypnosis? Drugs?" the teacher probed.
"Magic. Stand still, will you?" Timmy said irritably.
Coach Eric took two more steps and then stopped. Timmy looked over his shoulder at Cole, who was standing in the threshold between the shower area and main locker room. Things used to be so much easier when he could just unleash his imagination. Timmy enjoyed messing with people's minds and bodies, but with Cole watching, Timmy had to reign himself in.
"Take off your tracksuit," Timmy ordered.
"Why would I... you're a fucking freak..." Coach Eric spat.
However, the teacher was complying with minimal further coercion. The man unzipped his tracksuit jacket and tossed it aside and then pushed the bottoms down to his ankles. The instruction was to take them off, so the man pulled off his trainers to extract the bottoms. Coach Eric had nice legs – lean from running and tanned. His chest was covered by a muscle fit t-shirt that emphasised his chest and abdomen.
Coach Eric was wearing boxer briefs that hugged a nice package, impressive ass cheeks and wrapped around wispy thighs.
"I'll give you one chance," Timmy said in a conciliatory tone. "Apologise to Cole for the way you treated him. Apologise for encouraging those braindead pricks to use and abuse him."
Cole took a few steps forward, but was still a few paces behind Timmy's left shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Cole," the man said in a tone that was not apologetic. "I'm sorry you were so weak and pathetic."
Timmy looked over his shoulder again at Cole. Cole smiled humourlessly.
"Can't say I didn't give him a chance," Timmy asserted.
"I'm good. Do what you like," Cole decided.
Abdicating his morality had been challenging sometimes, but this was the first time when Cole really didn't feel any qualms. Timmy strode to the locker room.
"That it, is it, Cole?" Coach Eric spat. "You're magic mate can do whatever he wants to me?"
That disgusting man had the gall to challenge Cole's morality? Timmy wanted to walk him in front of a bus.
"You let them rape me," Cole replied coldly.
Timmy couldn't believe Cole had said it and even Mr Eric Darling seemed surprised by the word, which had so carefully been avoided all this time.
"All of you, get in here," Timmy commanded in a loud voice.
The football team entered, looking not unlike chastised children who knew they were in trouble. Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oz, OB, Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon, Ivan and Seth crowded the shower area. In the absence of nudity and hot water, the shower room felt cold and dismal.
"Look at him," Timmy told the team who turned their gaze on the teacher. "Socks, t-shirt then boxers. Take them off."
Coach Eric offered Timmy a look of loathing, but there wasn't nearly as much effort to resist this time. It took mental effort to oppose commands, but also a desire to resist. Timmy not only felt weaker resistance, but also a weakened desire to resist. The man was trying hard to be nonchalant; more than that, Coach Eric believed if he resisted and failed, his failure would be more profound.
The socks came off and were tossed in the same general direction as his tracksuit and trainers. Then, Coach Eric took of his t-shirt by pulling it up from the hemline.
The man revealed a muscled abdomen without looking unnatural or dehydrated. His chest was firm too. His chest and abdomen were flecked with hair concentrated in the centre and spraying out into a thinner layer.
Coach Eric had a delightful treasure trail that joined a thick bush of pubes that was revealed as the man pushed his underwear down. The man tried to look unconcerned and chilled about it, however Timmy didn't need abilities to tell Coach Eric was uncomfortable.
"Wow, he's got a good physique," Timmy remarked to Cole.
"Are you done?" the teacher asked gruffly.
"I can't believe a teacher would expose himself like this to teenage students," Timmy tutted as if concerned.
"I suppose you think this is funny or clever?" Coach Eric asked.
"I think you should shut the fuck up before you make this worse," Timmy gave fair warning.
"Sir? Maybe you should do as he says?" Lance suggested.
"I'm not taking advice from a boy whose brother has been ball deep in his ass," Coach Eric scalded.
"You didn't mind when they were having sex with me," Cole challenged.
"Some boys are born to be on their knees or on their backs, Cole. You are one of those boys," Coach Eric spat.
Ok, Timmy had enough!
"All of you can strip now," Timmy commanded the twelve boys from the football team.
Their clothes were removed in a wonderful cascade of football boots and socks, shorts and t-shirts and finally underwear. The room was filled with a musky air or body odour, mud and grass – sweat and deodorant mixed with geosmin and petrichor.
Timmy directed the discarded clothes against the same wall where Coach Eric had flung his so there was heap of clothing and trainers under the shower heads of one side. Now the naked teenagers and their equally nude teacher were starting to look uncomfortable. Everyone knew what Timmy had made the twins do with their own cousin; would this be worse?
"Kneel," Timmy ordered the teacher. "I said kneel."
The man dropped to his knees, with his hands at his side so his genitals remained exposed to his students. The man had to admit, this was humiliating. These seventeen and eighteen year old boys were his students – they were schoolboys. They shouldn't see his penis.
"I have good news, lads," Timmy clapped enthusiastically. "I'm not going to make you do anything today."
They looked sceptical.
"I am going to ask you to do something and it's totally up to you if you do it or not," Timmy insisted.
Cole smirked, appreciating Timmy's suspenseful build-up because it was obvious he was going to drop something soon.
"What do you want, Timmy?" Seth snapped. "Just get on with it."
Seth had taken what he imagined to be a challenging and intimidating step forward, but even though the teenager was bigger than Timmy, he was naked and utterly powerless.
"I want you all to jerk off and slime this motherfucker," Timmy gestured to the teacher.
Around the twelve boys, there was nervous laughter and uncomfortable shifting. On the floor in the centre of the room, Coach Eric couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I won't make you though," Timmy said with an expansive gesture.
"You don't really think they'll choose to disrespect me, do you?" Coach Eric asked.
"Well that's the thing. I think they will," Timmy laughed. "They had you as a mentor and learned how to intimidate and degrade people. Mostly people who couldn't fight back, like Cole."
Picking on people weaker than oneself was trademarked bullying and pointing it out was rarely the gotcha people hoped it to be. However, every now and then (and this was one of those times), the point did hit home. The shame of picking on someone who couldn't defend themselves burned the bullies.
"They did what they did because they wanted to be like you and impress you. Maybe, because they were afraid of you," Timmy suggested.
Without the water running in the shower room, it was a miserable and dank space. The football team and their mentor had never felt more naked.
"Are you afraid of me?" Timmy asked the twelve naked boys.
They all looked at Timmy with expressions of concern. Of all Cole's bullies, only Coach Eric had gone unpunished until now.
"Pissing yourself and showering with your clothes on and stripping to your underpants in class," Timmy said to Sean.
Sean looked embarrassed to be reminded of that day seven months ago.
"Stripping and jerking each other in the cinema. And sucking," Timmy said to Caleb and Hayden. "We all saw Oz's shaving video. I see the hair grew back in."
Caleb and Hayden were humiliated to be reminded of the oral sex with each other. Oz was just hoping he wouldn't be made to shave again.
"OB stank the school out for months before binning his clothes in the middle of town and walking home naked," Timmy continued. "Did you ever tell them about the blowjob your neighbour gave you?"
Timmy wanted to expose every dirty thing the bullies had done. However, he realised there were a few details he'd kept from Cole and hoped it didn't compromise the trust they'd built.
"Lucas and Blake went to a spanking festival," Timmy chuckled. "If you think spanking makes it hard to sit down, you should have seen the five dildos they sat on."
The bullies were also starting to realise why they were being given a choice instead of commanded.
"Uri? I think everyone heard about you streaking," Timmy laughed. "And for sure everyone saw that video Lance, Landon and Ivan made. You're family, for goodness sake."
The twins and their cousin were especially ashamed and in comparison to some of the punishments, they had gotten off rough.
"Seth, don't think I've forgotten you," Timmy reassured the ringleader. "Seth has been masturbating every day since September and just can't cum. Can you?"
Timmy offered a Seth a sneer.
"Seth will only be allowed to cum again if he... well, I don't want to ruin the surprise," Timmy practically sang with excitement.
Seth turned green and looked like he didn't appreciate the reminder.
"Anyway, where was I before the sordid reminder of the degrading anthology so far?" Timmy asked rhetorically.
"Jerk off and slime this motherfucker," Cole leaned in and reminded him.
"Oh yea, that's right," Timmy recalled theatrically. "But, you have my word. I won't make you do it."
The reminder of all the things he's already made happen made it implicit that if they didn't voluntarily comply, Timmy would punish them. This kind of set up was one of Timmy's favourites; he wouldn't make them do anything, but they would do it. It was a Hobson's choice.
The twelve boys shuffled nervously because they all knew what they had to do. It didn't matter who grabbed their dick first because within a few seconds they all started to stroke.
"You filthy fucking traitors," Coach Eric snapped. "Someone grab those bastards."
Coach Eric had complied with Timmy's order to kneel, so now he made his own decision to stand up.
"Don't get up. Not until I tell you to," Timmy commanded vehemently.
The man could not move. He sank back to his knees and looked desperately for a way out of this. It was pleasing to see; even Cole could not supress his satisfaction that the man knew he was doomed to humiliation. A cum dump from his best boys.
"Seth! Grab Timmy and shut him up. He can't do anything if..." Coach Eric started to say. "I like looking at you all naked. I masturbate thinking about teenage boys. Sometimes, I sneak hidden cameras in here so I can look at your boycocks."
Coach Eric's head snapped around to look at Timmy. The man hadn't meant to say any of that.
"Gross!" said Sean.
"Do you really... is that why you wanted us to cum on Cole. To watch us touch ourselves?" Ivan asked.
"Hidden cameras? You sick fuck," Blake complained.
Coach Eric realised that Timmy didn't even need to talk to make him do or say things. The man imagined the things he could achieve if he had such power. None of those things involved perversions with schoolboys.
"I didn't mean to say any of that. Timmy made me," Coach Eric insisted.
"I don't know what he's talking about," Timmy lied.
"Why aren't you hard, Blake" asked Sean.
"I... I am," Blacke admitted ashamedly.
His teammates laughed at his four and a half inch boner.
Timmy and Cole laughed too. Only Coach Eric remained surly. He now new that Timmy didn't even need to speak to control him. Timmy could not be stopped.
The twelve boys were all now fully hard. Even Seth was erect and jerking. Coach Eric looked up at them – their legs, knees, thighs and groins were all within eye level. However, as he looked up to their abdomens, chests, pits and faces, he found himself being looked down on.
They were looking down on him!
The penises ranged in size from four and a half inches to over seven. Coach Eric took in the sight of hairy or fuzzy balls jiggling as fists stroked the long, hard cock above. It would be the dream of a lot of men to be jizzed on by twelve men... or twelve boys. It was not his dream.
"Do your thing," Timmy whispered to Cole.
Cole concentrated on the sexual miasma happening in the shower area. He could feel the excitement of arousal and the involuntary sexual response that came with stimulation. They might not want to be energised, but they were. Cole agitated and exacerbated those feelings, causing a surge in their sensual responses.
Precum leaked and sputtered onto the floor. The sticky stuff lubricated their hands and caused wet, squelching noises as they all continued to jerk. Seth moaned because edging had become, in the absence of release, a release in itself.
"You are still not to cum, Seth," Timmy ordered. "The rest of you can rinse your teacher will all the spunk you can."
Timmy knew that Cole's pleasure inducement and orgasm augmentation would intensify the eventual climax of the twelve (eleven, once Seth was excluded) boys. Cole had learned to experience a kind of feedback when he used his power. The arousal of the football team spilled over to refeed Cole who used that to pump up the football team even more.
The shame of it was, Cole could feel Seth's sexual frustration. The lad was ready to cum but literally could not. Timmy had ordered him not to since September. Cole could feel it all pent up, the exasperation of not being able to cum only made Seth try harder which only made the disappointment of impotence worse.
Cole wondered just how messy Seth would be when (or if) he was eventually allowed to cum.
Timmy was having the time of his life. Watching twelve masturbating lads and a villainous teacher waiting to be coated in cum. It wasn't like Timmy was a good person, perhaps doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. Timmy enjoyed being malicious and spiteful and ingenious; he had just repackaged it as defence to entice Cole.
Cole could feel others ready to pop: Caleb, Lucas and Uri were all close to the edge. Cole discovered, thanks to his study of Seth's frustration, that he could keep them on the very edge without moving the threshold or pulling them back from it. All three moaned with pleasure like they'd never felt before. It was like they were orgasming but not cumming.
The next to reach the edge were: Sean, Oz, OB and Lance but they too were kept on the precipice. Seth was leaking plenty of natural lube and seemed to stroke with desperation as if this time would be different or he could trick the block Timmy had imposed. Cole did nothing to hold Seth's orgasm back, if anything Cole made it worse by heightening the pleasure even more and thus making the lack of release even more excruciating.
Seth let out less of a moan and more of a groan. It was a pitiful sound of anguish. Cole was surprised how much he liked it.
Hayden, Blake and Ivan reached the moment when they should have been squirting too, but they too couldn't quite pass the tipping point. They stood on the knife edge, ready to cum. Then, finally, Landon too was ready to cum and all the boys were ready to shoot.
Only Seth remained the outlier and obviously Coach Eric wasn't excited by what was about to happen. The sense of inevitability had deflated the man's ego. The doomed sensation of the unavoidable was depressing.
The crowd of boys formed an arc around their teacher from three to six o'clock. Only Seth had been pushed further around by a subtle nudge from Timmy. This was because, 1) Timmy wanted Seth to feel excluded and, 2) because Seth couldn't cum, he was just taking up space.
"Are you all ready now?" Timmy asked after a nod from Cole.
They were all concentrating on masturbation that they barely noticed Cole or Timmy were still there and watching them.
"Yes, Timmy," Lance offered an answer.
Lance was an interesting lad. He had been very receptive to anal sex with his brother and Cole had felt immense satisfaction during it and during his double penetration of his cousin Ivan. This was a lad who would let his girlfriend peg him one day, Cole bet himself.
"I know I said I'd only give you one chance, but I must be feeling benevolent today," Timmy said. "Are you sure you don't want to apologise? All you need to do is say sorry and mean it."
Coach Eric looked at Timmy and Cole with something approximating relief. The truth was, he did not want to apologise or be covered in the cum of his students. If given a choice between the two, he'd rather say sorry and loss face. It would be a lie, but all he had to do was say it.
"Cole, I'm sorry for the way I treated you," Coach Eric said convincingly. "I'm sorry for the things I said, how I made you feel and the things I let the team do to you."
God, that was degrading!
"Ok, you can all cum now," Timmy replied.
"What?!" Coach Eric exploded.
And then the eleven boys around him exploded too. There was a time when Cole might have registered surprise that Timmy hadn't kept his word and that he had commanded the boys to cum despite the apology. Cole had come a long way since he met Timmy; he had come to appreciate the power that came with not only standing up to ones bullies, but enshrining a fear in them that would discourage future recrimination or retaliation.
Besides, he didn't believe the apology for one second.
Coach Eric felt himself being washed with squirts, cascades, hoses, outpourings, onslaughts, lashings, bursts, undulations, leaks, loads, injections, emissions and sprays of stinking, sticky, teenage spunk. Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oz, OB, Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon and Ivan cried out in relief and pleasure as they unloaded all over the man. They didn't want to admit it, but they were enjoying the moment that they got to dump cum all over their teacher.
For his part, Coach Eric was in shock that the whole thing was happening. He couldn't hear the moans of pleasure or the cries of delight over the sound of flowing fluid. The enormity of the ejaculate was unbelievable. The teacher didn't need to hear anything to obey Timmy's command.
Coach Eric opened his mouth.
The teacher felt warm goo pour into his mouth until it overflowed. It really was like standing under a shower and the teacher wondered if this was Timmy's doing too? How else could it be possible for schoolboys to cum in a continuous stream for so long? The man was absolutely doused from head to toe in jizz. Eventually, after more than a minute, the eleven boys felt their cocks dry up and the cum came to an end.
There was so much spunk in the shower room that the wet room floor was sticky with it. Splashback had covered the boys feet and legs with cum. Each one of them was wearing a sordid mixture of their friend's spermy seed which was awash in the shower area.
Their balls ached!
Coach Eric spat out a mouthful, literally a mouth full, of teenage jizz and then tried to wipe his face so he could open his eyes. Timmy and Cole were impressed by the sorry state of the man. The cum all over the shower room had even reached the football kits so the uniforms were splashed with spunk too.
"How... why is there so much of it?" Seth asked.
He was the only one still hard, still jerking and still bereft of climax.
"I have my talents and Cole has his," Timmy revealed.
Cole was surprised that Timmy had just told them the tantric aspect of the ordeal was down to him.
"I suppose you think that was clever?" Coach Eric said to Timmy and Cole. "You..."
Timmy didn't know what else the man said because he turned and walked away and Cole followed. Coach Eric spoke with an increasingly infuriated voice to Timmy's back. It was incredibly disrespectful to not stay and listen to the objections and complaints, which was exactly why Timmy left.
"That was amazing, Cole. You did a great job," Timmy complimented.
"I couldn't have done it without you," Cole replied.
"I developed my powers over years, Cole," Timmy confided. "Maybe with time, you'll discover even more things you're capable of?"
"Like what?" Cole asked.
"I knew a guy who could use seduction to control men. It wasn't quite mind control, but it was impressive," Timmy said of Max Bind.
Max was an agent for... well, Timmy forgot who, but crucially, he had worked for the SEX Men. Max was dead now.
"I don't know if I could do that," Cole replied modestly.
"You can. Look at what you've done so far? You think any of those fuckers will do anything to you again?" Timmy encouraged.
"I guess not. Coach Eric seemed pretty angry though," Cole remarked.
"We're nearly done..." Timmy ignored the concern because he didn't rate Coach Eric's chances if he tried anything. "S.C.H.O.O.L. B.U.L.L.I.E.S. Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oz, OB, Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon, Ivan, Eric... that just leaves Seth."
TOO LATE TO APPOLOGISE
Matt's car came to a halt. Inside, he sat for a few minutes as he looked up at the façade of the Racetrack. The whole place felt like a façade now; Angelo had covered up Michael's survival and used friendship to deceive. Angelo had betrayed them.
Matt stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. He had a passcode that still worked, which didn't surprise him. The team was still theoretically a team. In fact, there would come a time when they would need not just the resources of the SEX Men and it's contacts but the capabilities of the Racetrack.
How were they supposed to negotiate that when they couldn't even be in the same room as the traitor? Matt and Cyrus disagreed strongly about what to do next. How to move on. Matt walked through the base, heading for the office; he didn't need to go that far because when Matt stepped into the main briefing room, Angelo was waiting for him.
"I knew you'd come," Angelo said.
Angelo wasn't trying to be funny or smart. He hadn't used his chronalcognition to see it coming, he had simply anticipated a conversation would happen eventually. Also, he had seen Matt arrive on CCTV.
Matt found that he didn't really want to talk to the man. Just looking at him made him feel angry, but he had to know why!
"I want you to explain why you did what you did, Angelo," Matt said. "Explain to me why you took my son."
Matt looked at him impassively but Angelo could see the turmoil of pain and rage beneath the surface. Angelo wasn't sure he was even capable of explaining everything, but he would try. He owed them that.
"Michael's mother was a woman named Evangeline. Evie," Angelo clarified. "I'd known her since I was ninety years old and she was a good friend. She and Jethro had a difficult relationship that had been on and off for two hundred years. She'd known him before his contemporary ambitions and always hoped he would stop."
Angelo paused in case Matt wanted to interrupt.
"She fell pregnant in in February 2007, Michael was born on the last day of the year and she died when he was nearly a month old," Angelo continued. "She came to me when she was six months pregnant and asked me to help her hide Michael from Jethro."
Matt remained impassive and silent; making it hard for Angelo to tell his story.
"I loved Evie, but she knew herself that Jethro should never find out about his son," Angelo elaborated. "She knew Jethro would use the boy against the world; corrupt him, twist his mind and soul, and his abilities, into a powerful weapon. Which is why she never told Jethro she was expecting..."
Angelo paused because it was a very painful memory.
"And, it's why she killed herself," Angelo admitted.
Matt's expression fluctuated to one of shock and sympathy, but he still didn't speak.
"Evie was afraid she would be weak and tell Jethro," Angelo concluded. "So, she left me holding the baby and made me promise to keep Michael from his father."
Matt could almost feel sorry for Jethro being denied his son. No wonder he was angry. Yet, Matt could see where this was going; Matt and Cyrus had wanted a family and Angelo needed a safe pair of hands for an infant Angel.
"We were already working together by the time all this happened; the SEX Men included you and me, Cyrus, Tomaz and Gideon. You and Cyrus were already committed to each other, so I made... an arrangement," Angelo confessed. "When you adopted Michael, I knew there would come a time when I'd have to tell you who and what he was."
Again, Angelo stopped. He anticipated, or perhaps hoped Matt would ask more questions. Again, he remained resolutely silent. The silence was a punishment.
"Then Michael got sick. I should have just told you, but I was scared. I kept thinking that Michael might be able to heal himself even though his abilities were immature and not quite ready to manifest," Angelo recounted miserably. "Michael was scared too; he was scared if you knew where he came from, you'd reject him. I always told him the truth about that... that his fathers would never hate him... they would blame me."
Angelo didn't expect any sympathy and he didn't get any either.
"It was out of my hands anyway because Michael wasn't getting better and I needed to be prepared that he wouldn't survive," Angelo said gloomily. "I started having memories from the future of Michael surviving, but the visions didn't offer me hope. They were a nightmarish future. Michael's survival meant a war between Jethro and anyone who stood in his way."
Angelo thought he saw concern on Matt's face for the first time. Couldn't Matt understand that Angelo had done the things he did for a good reason?
"I discovered Jethro knew about his son. He had been looking for the boy and was getting close. I don't know how..." Angelo hesitated.
Matt watched him with little more engaging than a raised eyebrow. Angelo was trying to gauge how honest he should be.
"I don't know, not for certain... but I think Tomaz discovered the secret I'd been keeping about Michael and he told Jethro," Angelo revealed. "That's why he left the team after you and Cyrus left."
Tomaz Rozman had been a friend and teammate; Matt knew he had defected to another intelligence group, but the idea that he had also fed information to Jethro was a deep betrayal.
"However Jethro found out, I realised Michael's death... his apparent death... could be used to protect him. And you," Angelo justified but it felt flimsy. "It can be a burden to know the future. Years in advance, I knew that one day you would find out what I did and you would hate me for it."
Angelo watched Matt's face which was cold and unsympathetic.
"Michael died. You mourned him and I... I took him away when he woke up again," Angelo said with sincere regret and pain in his voice. "Michael wanted to go home, but he knew he couldn't. I spent years protecting him, couching him about his abilities and the abilities of others. We talked about you and Cyrus. We talked about Jethro Renton-Mass."
Angelo felt like he had explained everything very clinically. No wonder Matt was unmoved.
"I hid Michael to protect him," Angelo confided. "Because every time I contemplated keeping your family together, I saw the entire world on fire. I saw some or all of us dying. I saw the total failure of our team. Spiriting him away and making you believe Michael was dead... I saw a chance."
Matt's face was no longer impassive, it was livid.
"The team we have now can protect Michael. Jethro has already realised he is doomed to failure in trying to convince Michael to join him. Things are better because of the choice I made..." Angelo asserted.
Matt stood up, the chair scraping ominously against the floor. For a moment, Angelo thought Matt would hurt him, but he didn't. Matt turned away.
"They are better except in one regard. I knew you would hate me but..." Angelo felt tears on his cheek, which only disgusted Matt who felt emotionally blackmailed by them. "But it pains me."
Matt pushed past the chair and strode towards the door, still without saying anything.
"I'm sorry, Cyrus," Angelo called out.
Cyrus (Matt) stopped.
His shoulders sagged as he relaxed his body; his face and hands bloated and then deflated, settling back into the shape of Cyrus. Of Angelo, Matt had told Michael: "I will never forgive him, Michael. I never want to see him and I will never talk to him again."
However, Cyrus wanted to know the truth.
He wanted to know why their friend had betrayed them. That said, Cyrus had made a promise to kill Angelo if he apologised. Cyrus looked over his shoulder with a frustrated and tightly bound hatred, but all he saw was a pathetic and mournful figure of the man who had once been his friend. Cyrus certainly didn't want to forgive Angelo, but he had the answers he'd been looking for.
The only words Cyrus (Matt) had spoken was when he demanded Angelo explain himself. Cyrus was tempted to rant, rave and rage at his old friend.
Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
These were the words of Jalal al-Din Rumi, an ancient Persian poet and mystic. Cyrus too was Persian and was glad the old words came to him as he tried to understand what had happened. Raising his voice wasn't going to solve anything so Cyrus continued to play the part Matt was determined to play and left in silence.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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