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 09: Devil May Care
SUCKER FOR PUNISHMENT
Seth had big blue eyes that were vivid and rheumy. They were watery because he'd never sucked a cock before and the way it pushed into the back of his throat made him gag. Yet, the experience brought a sense of déjà vu because he seemed to know what he was doing.
Seth knew what he was doing because if you're going to mind control someone into giving you a blow job, there's no point in them being sloppy... well, a little bit of slop is ok. Like the stringy mixture that was on Seth's chin at the moment.
Seth was in his school uniform and Timmy was a sucker for boys in shirtsleeves and school ties. Timmy could see Seth's erection in his trousers; the outline of his boner was prominent even if the leaking of precum that had left a wet spot was not visible from Timmy's vantage point.
Timmy was in his uniform too; with his trousers and underwear around his thighs so his cock and balls had complete freedom. Timmy had hitched his shirt up so Seth could see his boyish tummy as the teenager pressed his nose into pubes. Seth could smell Timmy's balls. The taste of cock was... meaty and chewy and sweet and salty.
Timmy dropped control just enough for Seth to pull back. Timmy watched the length of his shaft extract from Seth's mouth as he sat on his heels and gasped for breath. Seth wiped his chin.
"You used to make Cole suck your dick, didn't you?" Timmy asked casually.
"Yes," Seth admitted. "I'm sorry."
Timmy believed him.
"Shame you didn't say that when Cole was around, he'd have appreciated that," Timmy replied. "I don't really care if you're sorry or not."
Which wasn't really true. Timmy had just lied. He did care about Cole and about sincere recrimination from his bullies.
"Timmy please don't make me do this," Cole said.
"You can't give me half a blow job," Timmy replied as if scandalised.
"No. No, I mean the other thing. If I do this, please don't make me do it on stage," Seth pleaded.
Timmy laughed out loud and it was not a kind laugh. As much as Cole had softened some of Timmy's edges, and inspired more inventiveness and psychology to Timmy's arsenal of mental warfare, he was still a cruel and ingenious villain.
"Oh, that..." Timmy replied.
Eight months ago, when Timmy's campaign to punish all of Cole's bullies had begun, Timmy had given Seth two instructions. The long term penalty had been a sword dangling over Seth's head and it was about to drop.
The first thing Timmy had ordered Seth not to cum. Seth would masturbate and edge every day, but no matter how close he got to orgasm, he could not cum. No matter how Seth tried to reach the tipping point to ejaculation, he could not do it. Timmy had silently been nudging Cole's tantrickenetic powers to ramp up Seth's sexual frustration and the intensity of the inevitable orgasmic inducement.
The second thing Timmy commanded was that Seth had only one chance to be released from his impotence. On the last day of term before the exams began there was a special S4/ S5/S6 assembly for students in the final three years of school who were sitting National 5, Higher or Advanced Higher exams. If Seth wanted to cum, he had to strip, masturbate and ejaculate on stage in front of everyone. So far, so terrible.
However, if Seth chose not to do that, he would literally never be allowed to cum again.
It was diabolical.
"No, I'm afraid that's still going to happen. I'm not making you do anything though," Timmy offered magnanimously. "You can choose not to do it."
"Can I though?" Seth whined. "You've proved your point that you can make me do it, or not do it. The last eight months have been torture. Please let me go!"
Timmy had heard pleading before, but he didn't have the part of his brain that felt sympathy or guilt.
"Only you can let yourself go," Timmy told him like a bad motivational quote. "Now, I have somewhere to be so start sucking."
The straight boy leaned in again and his mouth engulfed Timmy's sloppy cock. Seth slurped on the rigid prick, unable to resist the taste and smell of it. If anyone caught him doing this, how would he ever explain it?
Seth couldn't not suck!
It wasn't his fault. Seth, like his friends, understood he was powerless against Timmy. Timmy ordered him to give a blowjob so he did. Seth gripped the base of Timmy's cock and licked the head like an ice cream, wrapped his lips around it and then sucked provocatively. Timmy didn't warn Seth of what was about to happen, so when the warm, sludgy discharge flowed into Seth's mouth he was caught off guard. Seth wanted to pull back in disgust, but he couldn't. Instead, Seth ate the cum. Swallowing the boy cream straight from the source.
Timmy released Seth, who pulled away immediately. It was disappointing in a way because Timmy loved relaxing control and waiting to see if a boy or man continued of their own volition without realising they were free. Seth knew instantly that he was back in control, hence he stood up and snarled, contemplating violence against Timmy.
The plus side of someone knowing when Timmy's influence was removed was that they knew when they were self-determining. If Seth wanted to cum again, he would not be able to claim it was under Timmy's orders – he would know that he had chosen it.
"You're a good cocksucker," Timmy complimented him.
"You're a fucking freak," Seth replied.
Timmy reached over and gently grasped Seth's cock which was still rigid inside his school trousers.
"I didn't make you get hard, you know," Timmy smiled. "This big boy got stiff all by itself."
Seth hated what Timmy was implying – that he had liked sucking cock. It wasn't like he chose to get hard, it just happened. The next moment, Timmy was laughing and took his hand back.
"See you later, Seth," Timmy said and left the boy alone in the classroom to contemplate the future.
FIGHTING TALK
"They don't know me like my real school," Milo complained.
"I know, bro. But it's nearly over. Nearer the end than the beginning," Jay replied.
Milo was sitting alone in the cafeteria at lunchtime with his mobile phone to his ear. He'd wanted to hear Jay's voice; Milo was homesick, stressed and lonely. Milo had infiltrated Grey Manor High School to get closer to Cole and to see if he could frustrate Timmy's recruitment. So far, Milo was the one who was frustrated. Milo's memory abilities let him poke around Cole's past and Milo had to admit, he understood why revenge was so tempting.
The problem was that Milo was younger than Cole and Timmy and so didn't share classes with them outside of sports. Milo tried to ingratiate himself towards Cole, but Timmy was very protective and Milo couldn't risk Timmy seeing through the memory patch.
Mostly, Milo felt like he had moved school for real and was struggling to make friends or keep up. Like in Biology earlier...
"Today, we're discussing genetics. Does anyone know what the opposite of dominant is?" the teacher asked.
"Submissive!" Milo replied confidently.
The class laughed and the teacher tried not to.
"Ok...no... the answer I was looking for was recessive," the teacher replied.
It wasn't just school. It was the place Milo had called home during his mission that was upsetting his mental balance too.
"Jeffrey is really nice, but he doesn't make tomato soup the way you do," Milo pouted to Jay.
Jeffrey was supervising Milo outside of school hours because Milo was only just sixteen and no-one wanted him living alone fifty miles away.
"What, hot in a bowl?" Jay asked sardonically.
"Exactly!" Milo yelped. "How do you get that wrong?"
Jay listened patiently to his little brother, wishing he could give the lunatic a hug.
"Jay, what if I can't do this?" Milo asked. "I'm trying to get close to Cole, to show him another way besides revenge but..."
"But?" Jay prompted.
"If I was Cole, and I could do what he could do, and Timmy was my friend... I'd want revenge too," Milo admitted.
"You don't mean that," Jay said.
"Those bullies stripped Cole and exposed him. They made him do sexual favours, humiliated him, made fun of him and beat him up," Milo said. "Timmy rocked up and it all stopped. Timmy did things to Cole's bullies that would seem like comeuppance."
"It seems like revenge," Jay said.
"It didn't happen to you," Milo insisted. "I felt what he felt. When I looked at his memories, Cole was scared and hurt. He doesn't want to want revenge, Jay."
"What are you saying?" Jay asked concernedly.
"I'm saying that Cole is a good person, but he had good reasons to want payback. Timmy's told him it's ok to feel that way and taken the brunt of responsibility for the revenge," Milo said. "It's like Cole can enjoy the revenge because he's a step removed from it."
"Have you had any luck setting a good example? Showing Cole an alternative?" Jay asked.
"I have tried to remind him that the things he's doing to the bullies are the kinds of things they did to him," Milo reasoned. "The thing is, Cole feels like they deserve it. That feeling didn't come from Timmy, but Timmy tapped into Cole's feelings of being wronged."
Jay was silent for a moment before answering. He wanted to reassure Milo.
"Milo, this mission was always going to be hard. We're trying to intervene at the eleventh hour when Timmy has been working on this for months," Jay emphasised. "It's our fault we sent you in so late. Just do what you can. Even if it's just to sow doubt. Maybe if you can do that, when Timmy tries to use Cole in less personal campaign, we might be able to draw him out."
Milo decided not to tell Jay the other thing he had learned because he wasn't sure how it affected things just yet; Cole had feelings for Timmy, but more importantly, Milo was sure Timmy reciprocated.
Timmy was falling in love.
"You are still studying right?" Jay asked. "You do still have to sit your exams."
"Yes, and I'm eating my vegetables and showering every day," Milo responded.
"Great..." Jay started to say.
"Almost every other day," Milo corrected, but he might have been joking.
"Ok. Well, try to be good," Jay told his little brother as the conversation wrapped up.
"It's like you don't even know me," Milo joked.
"Say hi for me," Michael said.
"Michael says hi," Jay spoke into his mobile.
"Oh? Right... eh... tell him I dunno maybe like hi back?" Milo stuttered.
"Milo said, oh right eh tell him I dunno maybe like hi back," Jay repeated.
Michael laughed.
"I hate you," Milo huffed.
"Love you too," Jay said.
"I need to go, my jelly is getting cold," Milo replied.
Before Jay could ask more questions, Milo had hung up.
"Is Milo ok?" Matt asked.
Matt had been listening to the conversation, but he had agreed to let Jay handle his little brother.
"He's trying his best," Jay replied.
"Will he be home soon? I'm starting to miss him," Michael admitted.
Jay supressed a smile at the admission and the way Michael blushed. Matt meanwhile rolled his eyes and was far less enamoured with his son's affection for Milo.
"It's not long until the end of term and we think Timmy has plans for one final revenge against Cole's bullies," Jay said. "Timmy's seduction of Cole will continue, but the finale of Cole's recruitment is coming soon."
Milo had already asked if he should try to stop it and Jay had warned him in no uncertain terms not to reveal himself to Timmy because it would put him in danger. The humiliation of a bully was a small price to pay for his safety and further intelligence on Timmy and Cole.
"So... Milo will be home soon?" Michael asked again.
"Yes," Jay chuckled.
"I was thinking I might ask him out?" Michael confessed.
Michael and Milo had only known each other for two months before Milo's mission began; it had been obvious from the start that Milo liked him and Michael found Milo not only cute but sweet and very funny.
"I was thinking, no fucking way," Matt interrupted.
Michael looked at his dad in surprise.
Jay looked at Matt with affront.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jay demanded.
Jay was angry at Matt's dismissal of Milo. Matt's opposition to a relationship between his son and Jay's brother seemed vehement.
"I mean I'm not letting my son date Milo," Matt replied, quite oblivious to his tone.
It was the way Matt emphasised "Milo" that made his feelings clear.
"Dad..." Michael said gently.
"Why? Because Milo isn't good enough for him?" Jay demanded.
Matt finally seemed to realise how his words and tone had been taken. Worse, Jay wasn't wrong about why Matt was against the idea.
"I didn't say that, Jay," Matt evaded. "I don't think it's a good idea for Michael to be in any relationship at the moment."
"That's really up to me," Michael rebuked. "And it did sound like you were singling out Milo."
"Who's side are you on?" Matt said with frustration.
"Milo is out there by himself right now. If Timmy realises who Milo is, he'll be in danger. He's trying to stop Timmy recruiting a powerful nu-man. Milo is one of us, a SEX Man," Jay thundered. "And you've always treated him like he's an idiot kid."
"He is a kid," Matt answered unhelpfully. "Why are you so mad at me, Jay? Fine, Michael and Milo can go on a date and hold hands and adopt a cat. Happy?"
"Can I really have a cat?" Michael interjected.
"Oh my god no, Michael," Matt told his son.
"I'm mad because Milo is my brother and I'm worried about him," Jay said. "And because I don't think you appreciate how hard he tries, how much he wants to help, to impress you... and how scared he is of letting us all down because he doesn't think he can do this. And neither do you."
There was an awkward silence because Jay was more or less right. Matt didn't have confidence in Milo and everyone in the room knew it.
"Jay, I'm sorry," Matt pacified his lover. "I didn't mean to tear Milo down or make you think I don't value him. You know how much I care about him; Milo is endearing and I know he tries hard. You know I love Milo."
"Well it's nice you can say you love someone, because you've never said it to me," Jay shot back resentfully.
Matt felt stung and Michael felt uncomfortable. Michael was accepting of his dads separation; breaking up after the death of a child was not uncommon. That Cyrus had moved on with a man named Jeffrey and Matt moved on with a much younger man, Jay, was something Micheal accepted because they were happy.
Or not, apparently.
"I'm going to go," Michael excused himself.
Matt waited for Micheal to leave the room before responding.
"We're not just fighting about Milo anymore, are we?" Matt asked.
"You think Milo is clumsy and stupid," Jay accused.
"I think Milo is disorganised and immature," Matt countered. "And I know he can't help it. I actually try quite hard to include him, keep him on track and being patient with his lack of concentration."
Jay felt embarrassed because he had to concede that everyone in the team made allowances for Milo's chaotic naïveté.
"But you're right. I didn't want Milo and Michael together because I think Milo is a ridiculous person, but it was wrong of me to be so condescending and dismissive," Matt admitted.
"Why are you being so reasonable?" Jay asked hotly.
"Why are you still mad at me?" Matt asked.
Jay's eyes were hot with tears, but he was trying not to cry.
"Do you love me?" Jay challenged.
Matt didn't answer right away.
"That's what I thought. That's why I'm mad," Jay answered. "Do you love Cyrus?"
"He's my husband, Jay," Matt replied quietly.
"Separated," Jay added.
It had almost become a running joke that the caveat of "separated" was added whenever the relationship between Matt and Cyrus were discussed. That Matt had forgotten this proviso was telling.
"I've tried to be understanding and patient, Matt. When Cyrus came back into your life, I was happy you'd made peace with him," Jay said. "Then everything with Angelo happened and you ran off with him. Things haven't been the same between us since you came back."
Matt sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands.
"You can't choose how you feel sometimes, Jay. I do love you, actually," Matt said.
Jay was surprised Matt had actually used the L word. Jay used it, but Matt never had.
"I can't help how I feel either. I'm scared of losing you and I'm scared of wasting years with a man who doesn't want me," Jay said. "Do you want me?"
Matt put his arms around his lover and hugged him, then kissed his cheek.
"Yes, Jay," Matt said.
But Matt had doubts and Jay could feel it. There was a wedge between them now, a new wedge. Their relationship was cracked like glass and threatening to splinter.
"You can't help how you feel? I feel like I've abandoned the SEX Men. By leaving Angelo and the Racetrack, I feel like we've lost the mission," Jay confessed.
"You know I won't go back, Jay," Matt said emphatically and he put physical distance between them. "Cyrus accepts that that Jeffrey is going to carry on working with Angelo. I'm sure Milo will work with him and Steve and Hugh will work with the man who betrayed me too," Matt reasoned. "If you want to go back... If you feel that's the best way to achieve our mission, then you should go."
"But will you forgive me?" Jay asked.
"I'm sorry about the things that have come between us, Jay," Matt answered carefully. "You've forgiven me so it would be unfair for me to not forgive you. Angelo really hurt me, but I understand why the rest of you still need his leadership."
Jay closed the physical distance and embraced Matt. They both felt comfort in the embrace and a sense of peace at having talked about so much. Yet, they both felt that only a physical distance had been closed. Emotionally, the gap had, if anything, been widened and the veneer that everything was ok between them was getting harder to maintain.
PILLOW TALK
While Jay and Matt were getting farther apart, Timmy and Cole were getting closer.
"Oh my god," Cole said.
Cole's breath was hot and laboured and his skin was dewy with sweat; he was hard and, for the first time, Cole was having sex. Timmy was no virgin in the active or passive role; Timmy loved ploughing an older man with his boyish appearance, but when men had sex with him it was even better. Timmy acted up his boyish innocence to make men feel disgusting for fucking him.
With Cole inside him, Timmy was feeling things he'd never felt before. Cole had been nothing but a mission, but Timmy knew he felt more than that now. Timmy cared about Cole and the mission of revenge against Cole's bullies was no longer just a way of manipulating Cole or ingratiating himself to the boy. Timmy wanted Cole to be vindicated and avenged.
"Slow down a bit, Cole," Timmy guided his lover.
This was the most intimate Timmy and Cole had ever been. Timmy had masturbated Cole and sucked him off, but their first time having sex felt quite special. Cole listened to Timmy and slowed his thrusts down. Cole pressed deep inside Timmy, which caused them both to grunt with pleasure.
Timmy was on all fours, with Cole kneeling behind him and holding his hips; a doggy style conga line on a teenager's bed. Cole's hands slipped from Timmy's hips to around his waist, pulling Timmy even closer. Timmy giggled at the touch on his tickly tummy before looking over his shoulder. Cole leaned forward and they kissed, gently at first and then more enthusiastically.
"Fuck me until you cum, Cole," Timmy said. "Concentrate. Make us hotter and harder and..."
Timmy didn't have to put it into words because Cole felt a surge of intuition. He could feel the erogenous energies and how to manipulate them to enhance his own and Timmy's pleasure. Cole's hands moved from Timmy's stomach down to his cock, which was hard and moist. Timmy's cock leaked precum, oozing all over Cole's hand like lube from a pump.
Cole's rhythm alternated between fast and slow, shallow and deep. Timmy felt such exquisite pleasure that he thought he was going to scream. As it was, when he came, Timmy's jizz shot forward between his chest and the surface of the bed. The wall was splashed with spunk by the first ropes and then the bed received a heavy deluge of creamy cum.
Timmy felt cum leaking out of his ass, running down the inside of his thighs, and beads of Cole's spunk ran along Timmy's perineum until it hung from his balls. Eventually the beads of cum stretched, the surface tension broke and the droplets spattered onto the bed.
Cole's cock was almost aching when he pulled out. He had never cum so hard before. His cum was leaking out of Timmy's ass like a tap that hadn't been turned off properly. Cole leaned in and put his mouth to Timmy's hole, licking and slurping his own cum from the hairless ring.
"Cole, you are absolutely brilliant," Timmy said.
Despite having just cum, the rimjob excited Timmy enormously. After Cole had gobbled his own cum from Timmy's oozing orifice, Timmy flipped over and lay on his back. His penis was softening and sagged against his thigh. Timmy really was quite contented.
"Lay down with me," Timmy said.
Timmy and Cole rearranged themselves on the bed until they were tucked in together; warm and intimate, almost romantic, in their embrace. The sheets beneath them were damp with their excited emissions.
"I don't want this to end," Cole confided.
"It doesn't have to end. I could top this time?" Timmy replied.
"You know that's not what I'm talking about," Cole admonished.
"I know," Timmy admitted.
"You've changed my life, Timmy," Cole said.
This was it. Now was Timmy's chance to finalise the bastardisation of Cole's good nature.
"It wasn't an accident that we met, Cole," Timmy confessed.
Timmy felt Cole become very still, his body stiffening (and not in the good way). Cole turned his head to look at Timmy as if trying to read his mind.
"How do you mean?" Cole asked suspiciously.
"When I told you that you had powers, you realised I had known about them before you did," Timmy explained. "But you never asked how I knew."
"How did you know?" Cole asked fearfully.
"Because I work for a man who makes it his business to find people like us. Even if only to know where we are," Timmy said. "His name is Jethro Renton-Mass. And he wanted me to meet you."
"Renton-Mass? The government special advisor?" Cole asked perplexedly.
"Yes. He is a power man with great abilities," Timmy said with importance. "He thinks you are very valuable."
Sex powers were, Timmy knew, a difficult ability to weaponize. However, Jethro also had to consider the pool of known nu-men who would be susceptible to persuasion. Jethro's plans and ambitions would, to most, seem deranged.
"Why me? I'm nobody," Cole said tearfully.
Timmy could tell Cole felt betrayed.
"You're not. No you are not," Timmy insisted.
Cole was a project. The manipulation had been planned from the start but Timmy meant what he was saying.
"You're incredible, Cole. I came to find you to stop what was happening to you and to show you how strong you are," Timmy revealed.
"And why would you want to do that, Timmy?" Cole asked insightfully. "Could it be so you can use me? Helping me with the bullies, was that all just a way to get me to trust you? So that I'd owe you?"
"They deserved it," Timmy said emphatically. "Think about it, of all I wanted was to use you, I could have used mind control. I wanted to help you... to save you."
It wasn't really true that Timmy could have mind control. Controlling single actions was possible, but Timmy couldn't change Cole's nature. Timmy had invested eight months to change who Cole was. Cole didn't know that though.
"But why me?" Cole asked.
"Helping you is the best thing I've ever done," Timmy said – another truth. "You mean a lot to me, Cole. You mean so much to me."
Cole looked at Timmy and saw a complex confluence of emotions. Cole wasn't sure he really trusted Timmy, but he was sure that he felt loved by Timmy. Accepted, wanted, needed. It was a powerful thing to feel that way.
"Why did you want to have sex with me, Timmy?" Cole asked straight.
"I've never been good at talking about my feelings," Timmy replied tightly. "You... make me want to talk about how I feel."
"Do you want me? Or my powers?" Cole asked.
"I started all this because you were wronged. And yes, because you had abilities that were useful," Timmy admitted. "But I don't care about that now..."
That was a lie.
"I care about you," Timmy said.
This was not a lie.
"If I joined you... what would you... what would Mr Renton-Mass want me to do?" Cole asked.
Timmy suppressed a grin. He had hooked Cole. A mixture of nurturing and empowering him, corrupting him and being selectively honest had turned Cole's head.
"We are going to change the world," Timmy said. "Staring with finishing what we started. Seth!"
"What does my school bully have to do with this?" Cole asked.
"Nothing. Except that he wronged you and we can make it right. I used my mind control to stop him cumming for the last eight months..." Timmy reminded him. "And unless he performs on stage at the special assembly, he'll remain unable to cum."
"Performs how? Unable to cum for how long?" Cole asked with fascination.
"He has to strip on stage and masturbate in front of everyone until he cums or he'll never cum again," Timmy revealed.
"That's diabolical," Cole said but he laughed.
"I would have said ingenious," Timmy suggested.
"You planned all this since the day we met?" Cole asked.
"Not everything, no. But I wanted you to have chances to test your powers," Timmy replied. "And I wanted you to see that you could stand up to your bullies and even make them pay. The world didn't end just because we were mean to a group of abusive thugs who deserved it. You didn't deserve it, Cole. But they did... they did."
Cole didn't respond because he didn't want to admit that he agreed with Timmy. Cole used to think he was being the bigger person by not fighting back. But where had that got him? Now, Cole was strong and he was never going to give that up.
"The special assembly... what can I do to make it even more special?" Cole asked.
PHONE TALK
"Well done, Timmy," Jethro said.
Timmy liked being validated, which Jethro Renton-Mass knew and therefore rationed his compliments.
"Thanks. It worked perfectly," Timmy said as he walked home after leaving Cole's house. "Telling him the truth was always going to be the hardest part, but he trusts me."
"It's not over yet," Jethro reminded the young man. "Now that Cole knows, he will be vulnerable to anyone who tries to reignite his conscience."
"What, the SEX Men? I thought you were taking care of that?" Timmy asked in an accusatory tone.
"I have been taking care of that," Jethro replied tersely.
While Timmy had been back at School, Jethro had been busy with his intelligence contacts for future projects. For example, Tomaz Rozman, a former SEX Man, was now an agent for ORB (Office of the Red Bench) which worked to secure the interests of the House of Lords. Jethro just happened to have enemies who were Lords. Jethro also enjoyed assisting efforts that were convenient to his goals and frustrating efforts that antagonised him.
"The SEX Men are in chaos. However, they will know about your mission and if they want to stop us recruiting Cole, now would be the opportune moment," Jethro said firmly.
"The way I see it, only one of them has an ability that would be useful in disturbing Cole's recruitment," Timmy decided to appease his boss' concerns. "Steve Evans could use his ability is to see and manipulate Cole's emotions. He might be able to guilt Cole or massage his conscience."
"There is another," Jethro suggested as if it were obvious.
"The four adults probably wouldn't be able to infiltrate the school to get close to Cole," Timmy reminded Mr Renton-Mass. "Hugh could translocate there easily enough but he's socially incapable. Jay, the invisible boy would need to reveal himself to talk to Cole so being invisible isn't much help. Therefore, the only one on the SEX Men team who could intervene is Steve."
Jethro did not like Timmy's arrogant confidence. Besides, Timmy was wrong because Steve was not the only person who could interfere. He'd forgotten someone in his smug assessment.
"I was thinking about the boy who can manipulate memory, Timmy. He could infiltrate the school. Like you, he can't change Cole's nature with a false memory, but even now he could sympathise and empathise to inspire Cole's conscience and undo all your good work," Jethro suggested.
There was silence on Timmy's end of the conversation. Timmy had come to a stop as he thought about what Jethro had said.
"I don't know who... who you're talking about," Timmy hesitated.
But he did. There was a memory. Inside. The not so distant past. It was there on the edge. Presque vu.
"Something's wrong. I remember that I can't remember," Timmy said tentatively.
"Milo. Oswald," Jethro said.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" Timmy replied.
CURRY FAVOUR/ FLAVOUR
"Not cool," Milo said.
Lance and Landon laughed cruelly at Milo whose lunch was now in his lap.
"How would you like it if I put spaghetti and meatballs in your lap?" Milo asked.
Timmy and Cole were sitting a few seats away. Since learning Milo was one of the SEX Men, Timmy had combed over every encounter he and Cole had had with the boy.
Timmy could remember Milo starting at Grey Manor High School back in February, but the trouble was it wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Knowing about Milo and his abilities had short-circuited the illusion of memory; Timmy could almost see where Milo had patched himself into the recent past while smudging their encounter last year.
"We should help him," Cole said. "Those guys haven't learned anything."
Timmy thought about this and realised there was an irony to his mission to change Cole's character. Payback against the bullies could have taught them a valuable lesson too; but, where Cole had learned the power of fighting dirty, the bullies had failed to learn humility.
"...I mean, I'm not saying I wouldn't eat spaghetti and meatballs off of your crotch, or... it could be any pasta, I'm not fussy... but I think plates are better," Milo rambled on.
"Do you ever shut up?" Lance asked.
"I feel like if I answer that question, I'm answering it. You know?" Milo replied with a big grin.
"Hi guys," Timmy said.
Timmy had told Cole he'd handle it, mostly because he wated to have a chat with Milo now that he knew the boy was at Grey Manor High School to interfere. Lance and Landon virtually cowered at the sight of Timmy. After all, a few months ago Timmy had made the twins have unprotected sex with each other while streaming it online. Everyone at school had seen the twins engage in the most debauched and pornographic scenes imaginable.
"We should go," Lance said meekly.
Milo lifted spaghetti out of his lap and offered a handful to the twins.
"Want some?" Milo asked earnestly.
"No thanks," Landon replied and it didn't seem so funny now.
The pair ran off and Timmy sat down opposite Milo.
"I know who you are," Timmy said.
"I'm the plucky comic relief," Milo asserted. "And the eye candy."
"Yea," Timmy said in an unamused tone.
Though Timmy would actually agree Milo was eye candy.
Milo was an adorable twink whose multiple holes deserved to be stuffed with cock.
"I underestimated you. I'm guessing most people do," Timmy said ominously.
"Gulp," Milo said. "I don't know what you mean?"
"Sure you do. You implanted false memories into everyone in the school, including me, to infiltrate. I'm guessing you were hoping to tell Cole I'm the bad guy or something?" Timmy asked.
Milo shrugged and sat back.
"Or something," Milo admitted ambiguously.
The truth was, Milo believed his mission was doomed the moment he looked into Cole's memories. Timmy had proven himself to be a loyal, though not always honest, defender. Ironically, Timmy's occasional lack of honesty was what inspired Cole's trust; you don't need trust if your always told the truth. Milo pivoted his mission to learn more about Timmy, Cole and their relationship; Milo also tried to keep the embers of Cole's original nature alive with subtle little comments. For example:
"Imagine if you did terrible things to people and there were no consequences."
"I was pretty angry at first," Timmy said. "I thought about commanding you to walk off a roof. But, I'm actually really impressed."
Milo wasn't used to such complements about his abilities and even coming from Timmy, they meant a lot. Timmy suppressed a smile because he could almost see Milo's insecurity; not about his powers, but about his competence and intelligence and value to his idiotic team.
"What made you break through the memory patch?" Milo asked.
"Something Jethro said," Timmy replied. "I can remember both versions of the past. But, now that I know you implanted a false memory and fudged our first encounter so I didn't remember you? I can almost see where the scenes of my life don't quite match up."
"I'll work on that," Milo promised.
"Please do," Timmy encouraged.
They stared at each other for a moment. Cole was eating his lunch alone while Timmy talked to Milo.
"So now you remember me... How are you? How long has it been?" Milo asked nervously.
"Never been better. It's been nearly eleven months?" Timmy recalled. "I killed a guy in front of you, remember?"
Milo smarted from the reminder. He felt responsible for Max Bind's death. Max might not have died if he hadn't come to Milo's rescue.
"You're pretty clever too," Milo said brusquely. "Cole really likes and respect you. He feels he owes you because you helped him... saved him."
"I helped you too. Lance and Landon are 100% dicks," Timmy replied.
With lunch congealing in his lap, Milo wasn't going to argue.
"You think helping me with those bullies will curry favour with Cole?" Milo asked waspishly.
"I like curry," Timmy replied facetiously.
"Me too... Curry favour is a weird phrase, right? It sounds too much like curry flavour," Milo rambled. "Are you trying to tikka masala Cole? Jalfrezi Cole? Bhuna Cole? Those last two sound like characters you'd find on one of those shallow reality TV shows like Real Horse Wives of Kentucky Derby. Is the Kentucky Derby when they use horse meat instead of chicken in KFC?"
Timmy watched Milo's brain work and was actually quite fascinated. He had found Milo very annoying last time but there was actually something quite sweet about him. For a good guy.
"Cole and I are getting on just fine," Timmy responded in a way he hoped would get the little weirdo back on track.
"Yea? Does he know you like to kill people?" Milo asked seriously. "Does he know you're only using him for his powers?"
"Milo, have you come here to stop me?" Timmy sneered. "You think you can best me in a battle of wits? Two gifted boys, in an epic battle until one comes out on top?"
"Yea... or you could surrender?" Milo relied flippantly. "No wait, do your line about topping again."
Timmy actually laughed.
"You're adorable," Timmy complemented.
Timmy was thinking that it would be a coup if he could turn Milo to Jethro's side. Insecure boy with a need for validation, a desire to prove himself and a crippling anxiety about his lack of competence? Timmy could work with that.
"I'm going to do you a favour, Milo. I'm not going to kill you," Timmy assured him.
"Neat!" Milo smiled brightly.
It wasn't just generosity. Jethro had warned Timmy in no uncertain terms that Milo was not to be harmed. He had a truce with Matt that was dependent on neither side going too far. Timmy argued that Milo's presence was interference, Jethro saw it as observation.
"Besides, you're powers are brilliant," Timmy continued. "It takes genius to pull a trick like that on me. Do yourself a favour though? Don't push you're luck."
Timmy stood up and walked back to Cole.
Milo felt gloomy. Timmy knew who he was, he had failed to stop Cole turning to the dark side and he had even failed to frustrate Timmy's revenge plans.
Milo had tried to manufacture the memory of revenge against Seth, the last bully, to prevent the very real revenge from happening. He'd tried to build the relevant scenes and scenarios, but Milo knew the memory patch would be too cumbersome. Timmy would see right through it and even Cole would notice inconsistencies.
If Cole believed he had been manipulated by the SEX Men, it would only make him suspicious of the team and their intentions.
Instead, Milo resigned himself to letting the revenge go through. Perhaps, in time, the memory of revenge could inspire Cole's guilt. The downside to this plan was that it felt very much like failure. Milo had achieved nothing and he had let the team down, while probably handing the opposition a powerful new ally. Milo got up, feeling spaghetti and meatballs fall onto his shoes, and left to get cleaned up. As he walked, he sent a message to Jay:
[In light of recent events, fuck!]
THE CUMMINATION
Seth had felt the final days of school loom over him. He started the very final day with a wank that ended with an impotent thrust into his lubed hand and then a cold shower to wash away the disappointment.
Thirty four weeks of being unable to cum!
It had been torture, but the closer he had gotten to the last day of school, the more he wished the day would never come. Timmy had been ruining the lives of the football team since September. Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oliver, OB, Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon, Ivan, (Coach) Eric, and now Seth; they had all been punished by Timmy for the things they'd done to Cole. Some of them had been punished more than once and some more perversely or more publicly then others.
No-one had been set up for their debasement more thoroughly, more torturously, or with more anticipation than Seth. Seth could still remember the moment it happened; he and some of the other lads had confronted Timmy; none of them really believed he could make them do things, but they all believed him now. That day came back to him now...
"You will edge yourself every day between now and... May next year. You will not cum. And then you're going to do something for me or you will never, ever be able to cum again," Timmy said.
"What are you going to make me do?" Seth asked.
"I'm not going to make you do anything. You will choose to do this thing or accept your fate as a fucking eunuch," Timmy warned
"Dude, you are fucked up," OB commented.
"I'm still thinking of something for you so shh," Timmy rebuked.
"Even if I believed you, which I don't... What thing will I have to do?" Seth asked.
Timmy stepped closer and leaned in to whisper in Seth's ear.
"On the last day of school, you'll be invited to give a speech as captain of the school football team. You will strip naked and masturbate and only then will you be allowed to cum," Timmy said. "If you refuse, you will be impotent for the rest of your stupid life."
When Timmy was done talking, Seth looked sick.
"I can't do that!" Seth said.
"We'll see," Timmy laughed excitedly.
"Fuck this! Fuck this and fuck you!" Seth snarled.
Eight months later, and Seths sexual frustration was dementing. His friends had told him what Timmy had made them do; like Caleb and Hayden getting frisky in the movie theatre or Lucas and Blake going to a spanking festival. Some of them had posted it online; like Oz shaving himself or Lance, Landon and Ivan having sex.
Seth knew his fate was sealed and that Timmy was not bluffing. Seth had a choice to make and worst of all, the depths of Seth humiliation was down to himself.
"Good afternoon," Seth said.
He was standing on the stage with a few hundred students and teachers filling up the assembly hall. Neat rows of chairs were occupied by students from S4, S5 and S6 who, instead of attending afternoon classes, were enjoying a self-congratulatory conclusion to their studies.
Next week, the exam timetable began so classes were over for upper school. The special assembly had speeches from the Head Teacher, from the Head Boy (lol), from the Yearbook team and lots of others.
"I've been invited to talk today because I'm captain of the school football team," Seth began. "Which is a very important role and definitely not stupid, overrated or pointless."
There was a ripple of laughter at the joke. It made Seth mad because he wasn't known for being very funny and it wasn't what he'd intended to say. His humiliation clearly had another layer and when Seth looked around, he found Timmy halfway up the room. Timmy was with Cole of course, and they were both sniggering at his expense.
Seth tried to find a captive audience to settle his nerves. His friends and teammates were in the front row along with Coach Eric, so Seth imagined his speech was for them.
"This has been a good year for the school football team," Seth said while leaning on the podium in front of him. "We came top of the table for the schools in the four district league, even beating St. Mervyn's and Chase Foundling."
The team whooped and cheered and others joined in out of a sense of school pride.
Seth reached down to touch himself. He groped his dick through his trousers and was surprised how easily he made himself hard. Seth was nervous. He was on stage in front of the entire upper school while rubbing his dick. For now, Seth was behind the podium so no-one could see what he was doing.
The anticipation of his impending exposure was gruelling. It was going to be humiliating.
"Plus, our very own Sean has been scouted by Grey Manor Football Club and he signed the contract this week," Seth congratulated his friend.
By association, the rest of the team shared Sean's prestige. More applause filled the room because it was a bit exciting that one of their own might become an actual football player for a League Two football team.
Seth slipped off his shoes. He hadn't worn socks, so he was already barefoot. Seth had also opted not to wear underpants to make it easier to undress. Next, Seth unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers, opening them to expose his hairy groin. His dick flopped out.
"My role as team captain has been a challenging one. With Coach Eric, I've helped to decide the starting eleven," Seth said of the team selection process. "Which is like starter for ten but for stupid people."
Starter for ten referred to the first question asked in a round of the quiz University Challenge. Timmy pressed the words into Seth's head , but while most people laughed, Seth felt violated that insulting words had been put in his mouth about a subject he took very seriously. Seth saw Timmy and Cole crack up and his teammates look defeated – they must have known something was going on. The only other serious face in the room was Milo, the new kid who was all kids of weird.
Seth stroked his dick which felt hotter and harder than ever. It was bloated and leaky, his balls felt heavy and Seth felt pleasure flowing into him like a battery being powered up. Seth hated this. Timmy implied that Seth didn't need to jerk off on stage in front of everyone, but he did. If he didn't, he'd be impotent. Seth couldn't go the rest of his life without cumming. However, it shouldn't be like this! Seth was jerking off on stage and the only reason no-one knew was the podium in front of him.
Soon, he would need to revel himself and his humiliation would be complete. Seth shook his hips and his trousers fell around his ankles. Seth stepped out of his trousers and was naked from the waist down.
"I've also been responsible for team morale. Like after OB stripped in town and walked home and everyone saw his penis," Seth continued. "I told him it was ok and people didn't really see anything. Because his prick is so small."
There was a scandalised groan that turned into a laugh. Everyone seemed to assume it was a good natured roast of his friend and teammate.
Seth was not well known for his good natured humour. He was known for being mean.
Seth leaned away from the microphone as he let out a whimper of pleasure. He was scared but so excited and turned on. Seth could feel his orgasm building and this time he could sense the tipping point could be surpassed. He would be able to cum... in front of everyone in the assembly hall. Seth wasn't sure how he'd live it down, but he had watched the twins survive their internet exposure so Seth was sure he could endure the fallout.
Seth's classmates would need to endure the fallout of his orgasm too (it was going to be mighty), but they didn't know that yet.
"I have learned good leadership skills from our Coach, Mr Eric Darling," Seth told his classmates as he undid his school tie and unbuttoned the top button. "Like where to punch a guy where the bruises won't show and how to sexually intimidate boys without it being a gay thing."
This time no-one laughed. His classmates couldn't decide if it was a joke in poor taste or if Seth was being serious. Plus, his school tie coming off seemed peculiar. Seth's hand was covered in precum. An abnormal amount of precum was slopped all over his hand, making it slick and sticky.
Seth looked to where Timmy and Cole were sitting. Again Timmy had put words in his mouth; words that might be more damaging than masturbating on stage. The strange thing was that Cole looked like he was concentrating particularly hard, which was when Seth felt his balls throb and churn. The sensation in his testicles was so powerful, Seth looked down to check that they hadn't actually doubled in size because that was what it felt like.
"I carried the burden of captaincy myself because there was no vice," Seth elaborated. "I have a few vices myself of course, like I'm a bully, a bigot and I support apartheid."
Seth reached up an unbuttoned another two buttons of his school shirt. He had to wrap this up before Timmy made him say anything else outrageous.
"In conclusion..." Seth said as he pulled his shirt up and over his head to expose his chest. "I hope you brought a raincoat or a mop."
Seth stepped from behind the podium and revealed himself to be totally naked.
Exposing his erection to his classmates was heartbreakingly painful. It was a fall from grace. It reduced Seth in the eyes of the people whose respect, or fear, he commanded. His chest, nipples, abdomen, groin, thighs, legs and feet were hot and tingling as if Seth could feel the glare of the gazing students and teachers.
A few hundred of his peers watched Seth expose his rock hard penis, his juicy teenage balls and his bare skin from head to toe. That Seth was masturbating only added to the stunned silence.
Despite the astonished quietness in the hall, Seth was convinced the sound of his hand squelching on his slimy cock was as loud as thunder. The looks of shock around the room burned into Seth's memory as he stepped to the very centre of the stage to pump his dick in front of everyone.
There was a scramble to get Seth off the stage but the teachers seemed to forget how to get onto the stage from the lower level of the assembly hall. It was like a slapstick comedy moment as they tried to find the steps and then tried to climb onto the stage or get a boost , but none of them could get onto the stage. Seth looked form the teachers to Timmy, who winked at him and whispered something to Cole.
Seth's masturbating performance finally triggered absolute chaos. The noise of cheers and disgust frightened Seth into pausing his jerking, releasing his cock just long enough to stand with his legs spread and pits exposed. His cock bobbed in front of him and Seth could see phones coming out to capture the degradation and exposure.
Just like Oz, Lance, Landon and Ivan, Seth's bare nakedness would be online forever. Even OB's nudist walk home was online and shared by perverts on social media.
Cole was squeezing his own balls and concentrating hard on directing erogenous energies at Seth. Cole could feel Seth's pent up frustration, the eight months of no-nut, and the desperation to feel release. The average ejaculate volume is 5ml and Seth hadn't cum for thirty four weeks; Cole pressed his tantrickinetic powers into not only recalling all those lost orgasms but doubling or tripling them. Seth was going to make one hell of a mess.
"Oh god. Oh god!" Seth cried.
When Seth finally came, the first shot launched to the back row of the assembly hall like a spitball. Then, the show really began. Seth didn't so much cum as he did spray, jet and gush cum. Seth didn't stop stroking as his cock spewed a fountain of jizz that drenched his classmates from the farthest row to the closest.
It was like a garden hose... no, a firehose... with the pressure turned up high.
The crowd screamed and started to run for cover, to try and escape the deluge. It was uncommon for UK schools to have shooters, the mass shooting industry not being so popular outside of America, but this event had people running for cover.
A truly impressive and disgusting volume of creamy, sludgy spunk unloaded in an uninterrupted stream. Something else was added to the cacophony of scrotal discharge – Seth was screaming with pleasure and pain. His cock just wouldn't stop. Some of the others had experienced something similar, but Seth's orgasm was making up for eight months of impotence.
The only people who chose not run were Timmy and Cole, who were quite content to be rained on with boy cum. Plus, there was Milo who was licking his lips as the cumdrops kept falling on his head. Then there was the football team.
S.C.H.O.O.L. B.U.L.L.I.E.S
Sean, Caleb, Hayden, Oliver, OB, Lucas, Blake, Uri, Lance, Landon, Ivan, (Coach) Eric and Seth ending their collective punishment with humiliation and goo.
The football team didn't move even as Seth unloaded nearly three and a half litres of cum into the room. The floor was awash with swimming sperms. If a girl sat down on the floor, she'd probably get pregnant. Milo was tempted to give it a go even though he wasn't anatomically equipped for that.
Seth was nearly crying now, his strokes getting painful and the discharge was exhausting. Seth went from desperation to being allowed to cum again to begging for it to stop. It stopped only after a final direction from Timmy.
Seth directed the aim of his pump up, blasting himself in the face with warm, milky spunk. Seth could taste his own salty ejaculate which rained over his head and face, all over his chest and abdomen and then his legs. Seth thoroughly doused himself and only once he was a disgusting mess was he released from Timmy and Cole's influence.
Seth's cum finally spurted to a stop; the fountain ending as if someone had turned off the supply. Cum was all over the stage floor and Seth took a single step before slipping because of his bare feet and landing on his bare back. His ass was smeared with his own discharge and instead of getting up, Seth wallowed in misery. He could taste cum in his mouth and worst of all, it wasn't too bad.
When Seth finally sat up, looking to Timmy to ask if it was finally over, there was no sign of him. This had been the cummination of Timmy and Cole's revenge. Yet, Seth and his friends were so beneath Timmy's time and attention that he had left without a final word.
MISSION FAILURE
"I'm an idiot, Jay," Milo said mournfully.
He was sitting in the boys changing room, topless and wearing shorts. Milo had showered after everything that happened in the assembly hall. Now he was half dressed and reporting his utter failure as a person. It was easier to tell Jay, the hard thing would be facing Matt.
"You're not an idiot, Milo," Jay reassured him.
"I feel like an idiot. I should have done something to stop them doing that to that horrible boy," Milo reported. "And Timmy found me out. And Cole doesn't even know who I really am or why I'm here."
"We told you to play it cool, Milo," Jay reminded him. "We didn't want you to put yourself in danger. At least we know what Cole can do now."
"Hmm," Milo reluctantly agreed.
The SEX Men knew something they didn't know before. Cole's powers had been redacted from the file they had recovered, so even finding this out was a coup that would help the mission.
"Cole has sex powers, some guys have all the luck," Milo sulked.
Milo imagined what he would do with such powers. Buckets of cum, controlling orgasms, embarrassing nasty boys... wait, was Milo just listing the things the bad guys had just done?
"Jay, can I come home?" Milo asked as he casually played with his nipple.
"Sure. I'll buy your favourite pizza," Jay replied.
"You mean two pizzas!? You're the best," Milo exploded delightedly.
Jay chuckled.
"Milo," Jay said seriously.
"Hmm?" his little brother replied.
"I'm very proud of you," Jay told him.
WE HAVE AN ENEMY
"You have something on your mind, I can tell," Timmy said.
Timmy and Cole had left the assembly hall feeling elated. The corridor outside was busy with students who had been in the hall and who were now busy telling everyone who hadn't been there. Most were damp or moist by the shower of cum, or the splashback because they hadn't got out in time. The disruption spread and soon faculty members from across the school were rushing to attend what they thought was an emergency. The arrival of every teacher in the school meant the cum-soaked, naked, football team captain would only be exposed even more. His reputation would be destroyed.
"Mind reading also one of your powers?" Cole asked (half-jokingly).
"I wish," Timmy replied.
"I realised something as I was building up Seth's orgasm," Cole confided. "I think I've been using my powers on him since last year. When you told him he couldn't cum... it felt like..."
Cole wasn't sure how to put it into words.
"He couldn't cum because of me..." Timmy filled in the blank. "But you stored up the memory of all those missing orgasms."
"Yea. Something like that," Cole agreed. "I could just feel like I'd had a part in his sexual frustration."
It was true that Timmy had been responsible for the denial of cum, but he had impressed upon Cole the importance of that denial not going to waste. Timmy wasn't going to tell Cole that it was him who had directed Cole's long term involvement. That Cole had intuited that influence in the end felt fortuitous.
"That's great," Timmy congratulated. "I'm glad you were with me all along. Punishing that bastard every time he beat off and couldn't make it squirt."
Cole didn't want to agree because it felt mean. Yet...
"It made me feel strong," Cole confessed.
"You are strong, Cole. You can get stronger too," Timmy assured him. "Together, we could do so much more."
Doubt crossed Cole's face. Had Timmy said too much too soon, or was something else bothering him?
"What's wrong?" Timmy asked seriously. "You... you don't want to be with me?"
As much as recruiting Cole had been the main goal, the realness of their relationship had become important to Timmy.
"I guess... I guess I'm worried that maybe I only like you because you used mind control to make me feel that way?" Cole confessed.
Timmy ought to feel insulted, but in fairness it was the kind of thing he did to people. But not to Cole.
"I was thinking something similar," Timmy countered. "What if I only like you because you used tantrickenesis to make me feel this way?"
Cole was insulted. He was still a good enough person to feel offended that Timmy believed he would use his powers like that. Cole made allowances for the question because he had just accused Timmy of weaponizing his abilities and because, deep down, Timmy was insecure.
"And what do you feel?" Cole asked.
"I already told you I care about you," Timmy said shyly. "I want to be with you, Cole. And I want you to be with me."
"You want me to join you... and Mr Renton-Mass?" Cole asked.
"Yes," Timmy responded. "We have an enemy, Cole. Milo is one of them."
"Milo? The cute kid from S4?" Cole asked.
"I'll tell you all about him," Timmy said. "And what he did to us."
Cole looked aghast. He had already stepped into a new world, hadn't he?
"What are they called?" Cole asked. "This enemy?"
Timmy smiled and sneered a disdainful laugh.
"The SEX Men."
TO BE CONCLUDED...
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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.
Also: Anthology, and The SEX Men.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey, Peter's Past Posing Pictures, and Nightmares On Fig Leaf Street.
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