Disclaimer: despite the punny title, this story is NOT based on any comic book title, character or property. It is an original piece of fiction and any resemblance to people, places or events is unintentional.
This is a reality similar to our own; a universe of infinitive possibilities, of extraordinary powers and incredible circumstances. The SEX Men is a group of elite agents... and also amateurs. Together they must use their abilities against a powerful enemy.
The SEX Men Vol. 1 : Issue. 8 Maxxximum Damage!
HOLD THE DOOR
"No way!" Max replied.
"Yea, I know. Carrot meringue, you wouldn't think it would work but the judges are raving about it," Kash replied.
Several hours had passed since Max had left Jay and Milo in Timmy's gifted but sexually ambitious hands and since the conversation with Angelo et al. Max had spent that time wisely. As a spy, Max had killed people, stolen information and technology, committed sabotage and there was that time when he'd helped an ecoterrorist. Max was an intelligent, calculating agent who was capable of precision or chaos and sometime those were the same thing.
He'd always known his mission would go above and beyond the aims of The SEX Men. Max had once commented that if Jethro Renton-Mass was not a government advisor, he'd have been killed by now. He was nakedly villainous but as a government advisor, he was helping the current regime win elections so his plots and plans were overlooked, if anyone was looking in the first place. Well, Max had been looking! However, SCION had ordered Max to leave Mr Renton-Mass well alone but... fuck it! Frustrating Jethro Renton-Mass's plots and plans was going to be very satisfying.
"Why carrot though?" Max asked Kash as he swiped his access card to enter a concrete corridor.
While Max had spent the last few hours setting up a big bang, Kash had been watching The Big British Baking Bonanza . If Mr Renton-Mass thrived in the shadows, Max was going to shine so much light on his base it would be impossible to hide. And if contestants were going to make awesome deserts on The BBBB, Kash was going to tell Max about it.
"Carrots are sweet, I guess?" Kash pointed out. "We make carrot cake, why not carrot meringue?"
"You're sweet!" Max retorted.
"Guilty," Kash replied with a chuckled and a blush.
The conversation had been companionable and flirtatious and a necessary distraction from the sense of impending doom. When the SEX Men had arrived, Milo had implanted a memory of the team belonging within the ranks of the Risico Militia so they could move around more or less unquestioned. Nevertheless, Max had acquired a disguise from a nice young man who he'd left tied up and naked. Which was fun. Max wore the combat gear complete with a helmet and goggles to make doubly sure he could not be identified. For all he knew the base used facial recognition or Milo's memory patch would fae or it wouldn't work at all or Jethro Renton-Mass and Tommy... Max had to make contingencies and contingencies for those contingencies.
Having run out of sabotage and espionage, Max went back to the beginning – to the secure door he'd planned to access before going to check on Jay and Milo. Max's inner ear implant, or rather Kash's remote access though the implant, had been unable to open the door. The stolen access card was accepted and the door opened with a satisfying beep.
The corridor was short with only five doors. The first opened into a room that had, until recently, hosted some substantial equipment – Max assumed this had been the main server room. Kash had resented a lack of success in remotely access the cloud servers. Max noticed framework in place for new walls that would divide the space into three smaller rooms. On the other side of the corridor, the conversion was complete. Three doors led into smaller rooms – cells, though they looked cozy enough. Not like the cells Max had been held in. Max remembered being held in an American prison cell in Afghanistan in... when was it? Eight years ago? 2015 was the year American torturers had nearly deafened him.
"Who are you?" asked a small voice that spoke through a slot in the door.
Max looked through the slot and saw a boy. He recognised the boy's face and felt a stab of sadness. No-one deserved to be Jethro's son – though the man himself was admittedly handsome. The boy version was cute. Since the other cells were empty, Max had to wonder how many other people with powers Jethro planned to keep captive. How many others would be his son? Did he have any other offspring?
"You must be Raphael?" Max asked.
The teenager didn't look a lot like Jethro but there was certainly a resemblance. Max could see the boy growing into his father's looks.
"Sometimes," Raphael replied unhelpfully.
Max couldn't blame the boy for sounding dejected. He'd been held for days in a cell and he was wearing only briefs. They were red. Raphael was a thin boy with unblemished skin, small erect nipples and a flat chest. He was average height for his age with skinny legs and bare feet. Max examined the door, the frame and then the lock. It didn't open by key card or electronic interface. It had a complex mechanical lock that Max knew he couldn't pick.
"You know where the key is?" Max asked.
"Oh sure, it's on a hook on the wall behind you," Raphael said defiantly.
Max turned to look before catching the sarcasm.
"Yea, ok," Max replied.
"Are you here to rescue me?" Raphael questioned.
"Amongst other things," Max replied.
"Any chance you could blow the bloody doors off?" the boy asked hopefully.
"That would be the other things," Max said. "I'm fresh out of blowing."
Raphael couldn't stop himself imagining the big black man blowing him. He was really very handsome. Max's main concern had been saving Cyrus – that had been his promise. Rescuing Raphael had been a secondary concern – not that saving lads in distress wasn't a worthy mission objective because it was. The thing was, Max didn't trust Angelo. He trusted the team leader more than Jethro Renton-Mass but Angelo was hiding things.
"Do you actually know where the key is?" Max asked hopefully.
"I think Mr Renton-Mass has it," said the boy.
It didn't even occur to him to call Jethro Renton-Mass his dad. The man was nothing to him except a villain and a jailer.
"Ok. I'll come back for you," Max said.
Raphael looked disappointed. Max sympathised – he was disappointed too. He'd spent hours traipsing around the base only to be thwarted in his rescue objective by a lock. Raphael's "blow the bloody doors off" suggestion didn't take into account blast radius, concussive force, thermal vectors... basically, any bomb big enough to remove the door would incinerate the occupant of the cell. Max guessed that even if Raphael could heal himself and others, as Angelo claimed, he couldn't survive being cremated.
"Raphael," Max said with surprising gentleness. "I never give up on my promises. I'll take the key from Jethro's cold dead hands if I have to."
Raphael nodded and came closer to the cell door. The boy raised his arms to grab the bars and Max saw, faint and scrubby armpits. Max assumed the briefs were Timmy's idea – he had a mean streak. Or maybe it was because it was the middle of the night and the lad slept in his underwear? Max had lost track of time.
"Is Angelo with you?" Raphael asked in a tone that was attempting to be casual.
"You know Angelo?" Max asked. "He's a bit vague on some details."
Max wanted to probe deeper... not in that way... although... no, not in that way. Raphael was just a boy. Max hoped he could learn something of what Angelo was keeping from him.
"Yes. He told me... he told me this might happen," Raphael confided.
"That you'd be taken?" Max asked and the boy nodded. "Did he say a hot black secret agent would save you?"
"He was a bit vague on the details," Raphael retorted.
Max was starting to like the cheeky boy.
"What has he told you about Jethro?" Max asked.
"I know," Raphael replied.
He dropped his hands and took a step back, looking vulnerable in his near nudity.
"That he's your dad?" Max asked.
"That he's my father, yes," Raphael replied – the defiance and coolness was back in his voice. "But if I didn't know, that's for breaking it to me so gently."
"I'm sorry," Max said sincerely.
Was he sorry that Jethro Renton-Mass was the boy's father, or for trying to manipulate him into revealing what he knew? What Angelo had told him?
"You should just go," Raphael said dejectedly.
The teenager turned away, revealing a bare back, his briefs low enough to glimpse his butt crack and emphasising his creamy, hairless thighs as they entered his tiny underwear.
"As long as I have breath, I'll never give up on you. That's my promise," Max said.
"And you never give up on your promises?" Raphael reminded him, turning to lock eyes.
"I'll be back," he promised.
The teenager nodded and Max hastily made his way out of the restricted corridor. He had an idea of where to start. It would involve seduction but then, didn't it always?
"Max?" said Kash's voice through his inner ear implant. "What did you find?"
"Not so much what as who," Max replied.
"Raphael?" Kash intuited.
"Hmm," Max replied thoughtfully.
"What's he like?" Kash asked.
"He's like his dad," Max decided.
"Like Jethro? Poor kid," Kash replied.
"Hmm," Max responded.
A MAN ABOUT A DOG
Max knocked on the door and it was answered by a young man who was taller than Max had expected. In his defence, the last time Max saw him, the young man hand been on all fours and crawling out of Timmy's room. The pup had removed his mask, boots and the padded gloves and kneepads. He was still wearing black briefs with a nice bulge upfront but he also wore a long white shirt that was open to the middle of his chest and nearly reached his knees.
"Can I help you?" the young man asked.
Max had pulled the goggles up to rest on top of the combat helmet before knocking the door. The guard uniform was otherwise intact. Max wanted the young man to see his face, his eyes and his charming smile. Max eyed up the young man, reaching forward to slip a finger into the collar and reading the name printed on it.
"Yes Loki, I think you can help me," Max said.
Loki nearly swooned. The man in front of him was incredibly attractive and his voice was like velvet, his eyes deep and beautiful. Loki didn't believe in love at first sight but lust at first sight was another matter. Loki was enamoured with the guard in front of him.
Max was in love. To be clear - not with the sexy lad in front of him but with Kash. He had felt that way for a long, long time. All you need is love as someone once wrote but they never wrote that sometimes what you need is lust and sex; they also never wrote that lust and sex could be used to get other things. Really, the boys writing that song missed out on a lot of cool stuff.
Max had noticed the hot lad crawling out of Timmy's room but he had also seen an opportunity.
Max stepped towards the young man and kissed him, reaching around to grab the pert buttocks that were barely covered by black briefs. Loki let out a surprised moan of pleasure that was stifled by Max's tongue. Max could already feel an erection forming inside the pup's pants, pressing the waistband out just enough to reveal shaved pubes above his penis.
"Whoa! What do you want?" Loki asked breathlessly.
"More of this," Max replied as he unbuttoned Loki's shirt – three buttons in total.
Loki's chest was smooth and firm, his nipple's small and pert. Max tweaked on nipple causing a giggle and squirm from the young man. Max pushed forward so he could close the door.
"Timmy isn't expecting you, is he?" Max asked.
"Oh. No. He'll whistle if he needs me," Loki replied.
Max wondered if this was a literal whistle or if he received private messages with a whistle alert tone? Either way, Loki was all Max's right now.
"I liked your costume," Max commented. "Do you?"
The young man looked conflicted.
"The pup play mask, the tail, crawling around on all fours..." Max teased. "Sounds like fun."
"It is. I like it," Loki said softly.
"But?" Max whispered back, stepping close enough to kiss his neck.
The seduction seemed to loosen Loki's tongue.
"I don't like that Timmy makes me do it. He... it messes with my head," Loki admitted.
Max looked the young man in the eyes and felt sorry for him. Loki felt used by Timmy. Max felt bad not only because Timmy used his mind control to dominate but also because Max himself was manipulating the young man.
Max had come to Loki's room so he would be close to Timmy (and Jay & Milo) when the SEX Men arrived; he inferred Timmy would send for his pup before morning and, dressed in the guards outfit, Max could subtly slip into the detail that would be summoned to provide security. There was the added advantage of rest, which he sorely needed, and being next door if the plan changed to a less subtle `just kill the little fucker'.
Max placed his hands on Loki's face and touched his forehead to that of the young man.
"You're a good boy," Max said. "You're a very good boy."
Max ruffled Loki's hair and the lad chuckled and broke into a grin.
"Do you want to play with my balls?" Max offered.
Max was using Loki and biding his time but he might as well enjoy himself too.
"Woof," Loki said.
Max undressed, dropping the helmet on the floor and then removing his tactical vest and under armour, the boots and the combat trousers. From a pocket, Max removed a flash drive which he casually discarded on the table. He was standing in just boxer briefs before taking a few steps to sit in a surprisingly comfy armchair and beckoning Loki nearer. Loki dropped his knees and scuttled forward, sitting between Max's legs and sniffing around in his groin.
Max knew his underwear must be ripe by now. It had been a very long, hot day. Loki didn't seem to mind – if anything he liked the moist and pungent underpants. Loki sniffed and licked Max's tight, bulging boxers and his thighs and his stomach, Meanwhile, Max played with Loki's hair and patted his head affectionately.
Max's eyes drifted to the table where he had left a flash drive – another way in which he was using the young man. Max (well, Kash) had encountered robust cybersecurity when trying to break into Jethro's data cloud. The flash drive, when placed in a physical terminal on the base, would create a backdoor. They were counting on Loki inadvertently use the drive sometime after the SEX Men's mission was over, when security would be relaxed. Max wasn't entirely sure how Kash had configured it, what data it would steal, only that it needed to be left with an unsuspecting person with internal clearance.
Max really was a shit sometimes.
"Can I take them off?" Loki asked.
"Yes," Max replied and he lifted his ass just enough for Loki to pull the underwear all the way off.
Max's big, floppy dick spilled over his muscular thigh. Loki kissed it and nuzzled it with his nose, his whole face pressing into Max's thigh. Loki kissed and licked the semi-hard dick until it began to arouse and once it was a fully hard, it stood at a solid ten inches.
"Fuck!" Loki said with amazement.
"You like that?" Max asked.
"Wow!" Loki responded.
Loki wrapped one hand around the shaft of Max's cock and swiped up and down. It was a lengthy stroke of an impressive, girthy rod of masculine anatomy.
"Lick it," Max said. "If you want to."
He added the last only so Loki understood he had a choice. Max didn't possess mind control but the suggestion of choice was still powerful. Loki chose to open his mouth and suck the head of the big cock. Loki reared up and suspended his whole face over Max's groin before pushing his own head down; the ten-inch cock sank deeper into Loki's mouth until it fed into his throat.
"That feels great," Max complimented.
Loki pulled up and then worked his mouth around the top four or five inches of the cock for several minutes. Max was getting hot, not quite close enough to cum but close. The young man was a talented cock sucker. Max reminded himself that love and lust were not the same thing which took his thoughts to Kash.
Max wished he lived the kind of life that would let him settle down with Kash. Maybe one day? But today he was seducing a pup to get closer to his enemy. And to cum because he was horny.
"Stand up, Loki," Max said.
Loki mouth was full of saliva and precum. He looked at Max with big, puppy dog eyes. Loki stood up, a boner pressing into the front of his briefs, tenting them. Max was struck by how skinny Loki was, his waist so small that, even before he was hard, there was a gap between the waistband of his briefs and the V line dipping into it. Loki's arms and legs were long and skinny too.
Max tweaked the head of erection and then tugged the briefs down; Loki's hard-on sprang free, slapping his flat stomach, and pointed at Max with threatening intent. Max leaned in and wrapped lips around the head.
"Fuck! Oh fuck!" said Loki.
Loki's six-inch cock was curved like a banana and had a bulbous head like a mushroom. Max grabbed the root of cock and whacked the head on his tongue with satisfying slaps. Max's hand cupped the pup's balls while his mouth again engulfed the erection.
"Timmy would never be this generous," Loki confided.
Max looked up, the cock still in his mouth. It took courage for Loki to speak out against his master and Max wondered if Loki might have voluntarily helped him take action against Jethro Renton-Mass and Timmy. Max couldn't risk asking but he did wonder.
"Timmy needs to learn to be more versatile," Max replied.
Max was a power bottom and bottom leaning versatile. He was happiest when being fucked. Actually, he was happiest when Kash was the one having sex with him. Kash knew Max preferred to bottom so somehow, it didn't feel so much like cheating when he topped.
"Do you want me to put this inside you?" Max asked.
Max had grabbed his cock and waved it around to punctuate his question.
"You're going to fuck me with that?" Loki asked.
"If you want me to," Max replied.
"Woof," Loki replied.
Max took this to mean an emphatic yes.
Loki slipped from Max's grip and danced his skinny legs and bare feet out of his briefs. Loki practically skipped to his bedroom where Max followed. Loki looked over his shoulder at the man with the ten-inch cock before climbing onto the bed, getting on all fours like a doggy, and proffering his asshole to the mighty black man.
Max scanned the room, noticing lube was handily stationed on the bedside table. He picked it up and squirted it onto his hand which was then used to make his entire cock nice and slick. Max liked to pleasure himself like this, feeling the veins of the shaft beneath his grip while checking out the tight, pink, puckered hole of the young pup on the bed.
Max stood behind him, placing a lubed hand on Loki's ass, and then manoeuvring his cock against the sphincter. Loki moaned and Max pushed harder. Loki wasn't tight but he was tight enough. Max felt the satisfying grip of the ring around his massive cock as he pushed it deeper.
Of the ten inches, three and then four found themselves inside Loki.
"Oh my god. Oh my..." Loki whined.
"Good boy," Max complimented again.
"I... I don't... I don't even know who you are," Loki realised.
Max had seduced his way into the bedrooms of so many men and only recently discovered he had a superhuman seductive ability. It lowered inhibitions and enhanced arousal. Max just thought he was naturally charismatic.
"I'm just here to see a man about a dog," Max replied.
Loki laughed out loud at the use of the aphorism as a double entendre. Loki seemed to forget his questioning about who Max was and Max hoped his seduction combined with Milo's memory patch would allow him to stay hidden in plain sight until the mission was over.
Max pulled out and then thrust back in. Fucking the young man was very enjoyable. He could feel the length of his erection going deeper. Max stroked Loki's back and buttocks as he pulled and thrusted. Loki looked over his shoulder at Max and Max was glad the young man was not wearing his pup mask... although that would have worked for him too... because his face was sweet, cute and earnest.
Max was happy to have this moment. Loki reminded Max of Kash in a way – not the body type or the skin colour, or the personality... or the height, eyes, hair, smile or voice – in that Max searched for Kash in every lover he had. Perhaps it was to assuage his guilt for career necessitated infidelity?
Max began to quicken his plunges but prolonged the extraction of his mighty cock.
Loki liked that and hopped on his knees, excitedly bouncing his balls and cock as he was ass-fucked but the man he had only just met. What was it that made Loki bottom so fast for a veritable stranger?
"You're a beautiful pup, you know that?" Max said. "Do you enjoy it?"
"I... I used to..." he replied. "I wear the mask and the pads because Timmy tells me to. To punish me."
"For what?" Max asked as he reached around to fondle Loki's balls.
It was Max's hope that he could begin to poison Jethro Renton-Mass's workforce and where better to start than Timmy's bedroom.
"I don't even remember anymore," Loki replied. "Timmy knows how to hold a grudge though."
Max reached around to grope Loki's balls as he pushed his cock as deep as he could while Loki laughed contentedly as it happened. Max pulled out and Loki flipped over, grabbing Max's cock and yanking on it with fervour.
"How long has he kept you as a pet?" Max asked.
"Over a month already," Loki admitted.
Bloody hell, that was cruel – keeping the young man almost naked and degraded for weeks on end? Timmy really was a little shit!
Max moaned deeply as the hands of the skinny man took him to the brink. Then Loki offered his tummy like a pup wanting belly rubs. The young man rolled on his back; his legs spread in the air. Max stroked Loki's tummy and chest, teasing his nipples again and then looked at the moist hole.
Max guided his cock back to the eager sphincter. Max grabbed Loki's ankles and pushed his cock back inside, his orgasm only a few strokes away.
"It never feels like this with him," Loki said.
Max closed his eyes and bit his lip as he thrust inside the skinny lad.
"Timmy? What's the difference?" Max asked.
"About four inches," Loki replied and laughed.
Max's eyes opened and he laughed too, captured by Loki's smile and his charm. Maybe he was like Kash. Max pushed nearly eight inches inside Loki's ass and then got himself off by pushing and pulling only a few inches at a time. When he cum shot, he could feel his cock warmed by Loki's insides and Loki felt the hot and wet discharge breeding him. It was leaking from his hole as Max pulled out and dropped Loki's legs.
"Timmy always makes me feel inferior," Loki confessed. "Even when he's affectionate, he's patronising and cruel."
"You deserve better," Max admitted. "I'm sorry."
Loki made a little noise like a lost pup. Max responded to this by wiping his cock around Loki's hole and then bending over him to suck the young man's cock. It was wet with precum and the cock was already throbbing hard and hot to touch. Loki whined as he was pleasured, already close to the edge from being fucked. Max swirled his tongue around the head and kissed it before taking the whole six inches into his mouth an inch at a time.
"I'm going to cum," Loki said.
Max kept sucking until the pup's promise was fulfilled. Loki ejaculated streams of hot, creamy good and Max swallowed the whole load. When they were done, they lay side by side, touching almost affectionately.
Loki lay on his back and panted, not like a pup but like an exhausted man who's just been fucked by a massive dick. Max relaxed his breathing and closed his eyes, feeling safe in the company of the pup. He could hear the sound of Loki's breathing change as he fell asleep – it was less the middle of the night now and more like nearly morning.
Still, there must still be an hour or two before the team arrived and the endgame began...
ENDGAME
Max had excused himself and was washing up in Loki's ensuite. Despite what the young man thought and felt about Timmy' lack of affection, Max noted that Loki had large quarters all to himself – it seemed to him that the pup was held in inadvertent regard and esteem.
Max had redressed in the stolen guards uniform that was his disguise. Before meeting Timmy or Mr Renton-Mass again, he would need to don the combat helmet and goggles to conceal his identity and to blend in with the other guards who were similarly anonymous.
Loki approached the door and thought he heard Max talking to someone, he knocked as he entered the bathroom.
"...You are the most wonderful man," Max said into the mirror but he turned to look at Loki.
"Giving yourself a pep talk?" Loki grinned.
Max chuckled and checked the lad out again. His black briefs concealed his flaccid doodle of a dick and the puppy tail butt plug was back inside his ass and protruding from the rear. The young man was wearing his mask again too as well as his boots and the pads on his hands and knees in case he had to crawl around for Timmy's enjoyment. Loki was a sidekick and a mascot.
"Yea," Max responded. "I'm just coming."
"Timmy has summoned me and he does not like waiting," Loki warned.
"I'm just coming," Max repeated.
Loki closed the door and thirty seconds later, Max emerged – suited and booted, masked and cowled. He had been waiting for things to start, to get close to Timmy, to rescue Jay and Milo, to reunite with the team, to tear down Jethro Renton-Mass and now it was so close. Max didn't know for certain what would happen next.
Stepping out of Loki's room, right behind the pup, Max saw Timmy emerge from his room before they even reached his door. Behind him were Jay and Milo who appeared unharmed – physically unharmed anyway though both boys were still naked. Timmy was dressed in black trousers and a tight white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to revel his forearms.
"Loki, who's a good boy," Timmy said and he tickled the pup's neck.
Loki was not alone – there was another two guards. Just as Max had predicted, Timmy was a high profile and valuable member of Jethro's team and therefore highly protected. The SEX Men had penetrated the very heart of their base just yesterday, no wonder they were taking protection seriously. Did no-one consider that someone might have infiltrated the ranks? Max was almost disappointed in them.
"Mr Renton-Mass wants us in the main room," Timmy said and then he turned to Jay and Milo. "Follow me."
Max could tell the words were orders – not that Jay or Milo would have had a choice even if Timmy wasn't a mind controller. Still, it was sad to see the boys unable to resist the command. Max's resistance to mind control relied on not listening – literally disabling his inner ear implant so he was almost deaf. Timmy was generally lazy and relied on verbal instructions – if Max couldn't hear them, he couldn't be controlled. Unless Timmy realised and pushed his commands with mental effort.
Max joined the security detail, brushing Jay's arm as he stepped alongside the young man. It was important Jay knew he had support and that a plan was afoot. Jay's eyes widened with realisation but didn't say anything and Max made no effort to alert Milo – no offence to the kid but he had little to no subtlety. Jay kept his poker face as they reached the main room, a spacious chamber with a skylight and a raised platform at the front almost like a stage. There were multiple doors that led to different areas of the base. Max suspected this used to be a mess hall.
Max had tried to anticipate everything and plan for multiple eventualities. He had anticipated the arrival of the SEX Men might be noisy if they had to fight their way in or ignoble if they surrendered at the gate – he had not anticipated they would already be restrained in the middle of the room.
The room was a large, open space intended for the whole base to convene. There was a stage at the front from where officers could address the troops. The troops were lined up around the sides of the room with the SEX Men in the middle facing the stage. Max made his way to the edge of the room and watched.
Angelo, Matt, Cyrus, Jeffrey, Steve and Hugh were on their knees and their hands were zip tied behind their backs.
Fuck.
Their body armour was off and as far as Max knew, no-one had bullet-proof powers so they would be vulnerable if a firefight started. Which was likely because the Risico Militia that protected Jethro Renton-Mass were all armed and Max intended to blow shit up soon. The SEX Men were dressed in differently coloured tops, except for Cyrus who's under armour had been pilfered from the base during his escape.
"Jay, Milo; stand in front of them," Timmy ordered.
Jay and Milo moved to stand in front of their friends, the whole team reunited. The naked brothers faced the front of the room and the rest of the team were left facing their asses.
"Loki, sit," Timmy pointed to the floor.
Timmy issued no orders to the guards, but they all stood with hands on holstered handguns or on the stock of rifles slung over their shoulders. Were they expecting a fight? Or executions?
Timmy walked to the front of the room, climbing steps onto the stage-like area that the front and facing the heroes before sitting down on one of only three chairs. The chairs were like thrones, with Timmy occupying that of the right-hand man. A moment later, Jethro Renton-Mass entered.
The tall, lithe, bald man stalked across the stage. He tutted with dissatisfaction at Timmy for not standing respectfully when he entered. The man sat pompously in the middle seat.
"You survived. I'm so happy," Jethro said insincerely.
After the crash – precipitated by an ill-judged missile launch from what was supposed to be a decommissioned base – of the plane carrying his enemies, Mr Renton-Mass had faced hours of headaches. Phone calls from politicians and journalist and emergency services and the Department of Mind-Your-Own-Business had caused no end of problems for Jethro and he would be lucky to be able to hold onto De Burs Airforce Base for his operations.
His decision to destroy the plane like that has been hot-headed and unwise.
Jethro was lucky that it was his own team that identified a camp not far from the crash site which itself was not far from De Burs. He just knew it was Angelo and his friends. When Jethro's men went to recover them, he half hoped they'd resist but the Risico Militia reported they were sitting waiting for them. The SEX Men had surrendered.
"Jethro, we need to talk," Angelo said.
"Why?" Jethro asked, bored.
"It is... poor form for Angels to kill each other. Not unheard of but frowned upon," Angelo replied. "We came here to get Cyrus back. We've done that. Now we've come for Jay and Milo. Let me take them and we'll go."
"You also came to take my son away from me again, did you not?" Jethro asked bitterly.
"That won't be possible now," Angelo said resignedly.
"Seen the future have you?" asked the man on the stage – his voice dripping with disdain.
"I've seen things. I've seen falling and flames and death, Jethro," Angelo told him.
"And betrayal?" Jethro proposed. "And progress."
"Hi, sorry to interrupt," Matt interrupted disingenuously. "Just checking, but you're the guy who has been manipulating human development to make more people with abilities? Right? You call that progress?"
"Yes," Mr Renton-Mass replied. "You're welcome."
"We're not so much bothered about more nu-man as what you intend to do with them," Jeffrey commented.
Angelo sighed – the main mission had been one of rescue. All the other cannon building details about Jethro's plans had complicated the scenario. None of it really mattered though.
"Jeffrey, good to see you again," Jethro replied before looking at Timmy. "We should kill the turncoat first."
Timmy nodded in agreement but kept quiet for once.
"We are also concerned that you will use people with abilities for socio-political disturbances in an effort to create chaos," Hugh said mechanically – recalling the briefing before the mission.
"Now you are an interesting young man!" Jethro said without sarcasm as he get to his feet.
Jethro moved to the edge of the stage, descended to the main level and approached the group.
"Thank you," Hugh replied.
"I can see why Steve's father hates you," Jethro added while standing over him – looking down on him.
Hugh's face looked perplexed while Steve looked offended on Hugh's behalf.
"You may not believe me but I understand why you're here Steve," Jethro assured him. "I understand why the motives of this team would be appealing to a righteous young man."
Steve watched a complex swirl of colours over the head of Jethro Renton-Mass. This was not a man to be trusted.
"Let them go," Matt said quietly. "The boys don't need to be a part of this."
"The boys... Jay and Milo..." Jethro said as he pointed at the two naked brother standing beside him "Hugh and Steve. They are a part of this, Matt. You invited them to join you. If they get hurt, it's your fault."
"They came here to rescue me, not to antagonise you," Cyrus pointed out.
"But you did antagonise me. You came to rescue Cyrus and I admit, that I baited you when I took Raphael back," Jethro confessed and he turned to Angelo again. "Because I wanted the chance to destroy you for stealing my son."
Angelo didn't reply.
"At least you have the good grace to be ashamed," Jethro snarled.
Jethro turned away and advanced back towards the front of the room.
"I can't decide what to do with you all," Jethro admitted with a sigh. "I tried blowing you up. I assume it was Hugh who saved you all?"
"Yes. It was me," Hugh replied.
"Translocation. What a marvellous ability," Jethro admitted. "Weather control, mind control, shape shifting, emotional synaesthesia, invisibility and memory manipulation... have I missed anyone?"
"Max," Timmy reminded his boss.
"Oh yea, him," Jethro said dismissively but he waved his hand promptingly at Timmy.
"Max, if you're there, show yourself!" Timmy shouted his command. "Now!"
Max combined lip reading with his minimal hearing to follow the conversation but Max had deactivated his inner ear implant so the mind control barely touched him. It nudged him perhaps but he stayed hidden.
"Didn't bring the lecherous seducer?" Jethro asked condescendingly.
Max hadn't really been recruited for his powers but for his tactical and combat acumen. Matt and Angelo hoped Max was in the room, remaining hidden until the time was right.
"Let us go, Jethro," Angelo pleaded.
"Oh how could I forget chronocognition," Jethro addressed Angelo. "Do you know the future, Angelo? You wouldn't come back if you knew I was going to kill you all. Do you know if I'm going to let you go or not? Even I don't know."
Angelo remained silent.
"We only came back for Jay and Milo," Matt asserted.
"I kept the brothers company while you failed to escape," Timmy boasted. "The SEX Men really aren't very good at this, are you? You sacrificed Jay and Milo to rescue Cyrus and now you're all captured... or killed. Who will pay the price this time, I wonder?"
Matt hated to admit it but Timmy was right – they weren't very good at this. Max had been right – the team was untested and when tested, they had made a real mess of things.
"I'm bored now," Jethro said. "Make the brothers kill Jeffrey and Angelo for betraying me. I don't care what you do with the rest of them."
"I should have killed you in your office," Angelo shouted.
"But you didn't. Even knowing what I'd do to you and your team. Because you're weak," Jethro asserted.
"Inaction is not the same as malevolent undertaking..." Matt started to appeal.
"Oh shut up," Jethro said dismissively.
"You can't kill us," Steve protested but he could see from the colours surrounding Jethro Renton-Mass and Timmy that they very much could and would. "We figured it out. Angels and nu-men in proximity make more nu-men. That's been you plan, right?"
"Logically, you should let us go and allow our team to continue as a nucleus to create more empowered humans," Hugh added.
"Irrationality is a subset of logic, my boy," Jethro said with a chuckle as he left the room without another look at the eponymous SEX Men.
Jay and Milo remained facing the rest of the team (except for Max who was armed and dangerous and standing at the side of the room). Timmy stood on the stage and looked down at them, all kneeling and hands bound with zip ties behind their backs. Matt and Angelo were in the middle with Steve and Hugh on the left; Jeffrey and Cyrus were on the right.
"Jay and Milo, you're going to do as I tell you," Timmy said.
The sinister and sadistic young man had been looking forward to this.
"Yes Timmy," the boys replied.
"You two, give them both guns," Timmy commanded two guards in the room.
Max had already counted how many armed soldiers there were in the room and now Angelo, Matt, Jeffrey and Cyrus were doing the same head count. They were trying to calculate if there was a way out of this – while restrained and surrounded.
Jay and Milo reached out to accept the firearms.
"No, stop," Jeffrey ordered.
The brothers paused.
"Jeffrey, don't embarrass yourself," Timmy said, folding his arms. "Take the guns now, please!"
The please was ceremonial at best. The brothers took the guns. They looked strange – two naked teenage boys holding handguns. Limp penises and bare chests, thin legs and bare feet. The nudity would have been embarrassing if the tension in the room wasn't so high. Their cute, tight little asses were good enough to rim or fuck and Timmy was already thinking about what he'd do to them after they had been forced to murder all their friends.
"You know your control is no match for mine," Timmy reminded Jeffrey.
Jeffrey did know. In a straight battle of wills, Timmy would win.
"Turn your guns on Timmy," Jeffrey commanded the nearest two militiamen.
They immediately complied. Timmy yawned.
"Risico Militiamen, none of you will shoot me," Timmy instructed his army.
"Fuck," Cyrus murmured.
"Jeffrey. Anything you can do, I can do better," Timmy said with a condescending laugh. "That's why I'm going to make the boys kill you. Not just you but Matt and Cyrus and Angelo... the young team might be more compliant after that."
"Please don't make me do this," Milo pleaded.
Matt looked at Milo's miserable face and could tell it was hard for the carefree boy. The silly lad should be handling his dick in bed, not handling guns.
"I know you don't want to Milo," Timmy answered. "That's part of why I'm going to make you anyway."
"I've never even fired a gun before," Milo said in a quietly trembling voice.
"Timmy, please stop," Jay tried to reason with the malevolent young man.
"No, I won't stop. You will both do as I say and learn you cannot resist. Jeffrey can't order you to stop; his control is nothing compared to mine. Once I've made you kill half your friends, we'll see if you are more willing to join our team," Timmy asserted.
Mind control was a wonderful tool for controlling people but pure psychological coercion, blackmail and emotional blackmail were also effective ways of manipulating people. Timmy had to remind himself that he didn't always need mind control to control people.
"Jay, point your gun at Matt... hey, you're going to kill your boyfriend. That's cool," Timmy added gleefully. "Milo, point your gun and Jeffrey."
The boys complied.
"It doesn't have to be like this, Timmy. It doesn't have to end... not like this," Angelo told him and there was something like regret or pity in his voice.
"Yea, whatever. Any last words?" Timmy sneered.
"I have a question," Jeffrey admitted.
Timmy groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Hurry up! I don't have all day," Timmy said.
"It'll just take a second. Jay, Milo..." Jeffrey said slowly. "What is the capital of Brunei?"
Whatever everyone had been expecting, that was not it. What the fuck was he asking that for? But in the depths of Jay and Milo's minds, something stirred and shifted. A memory. Shared between them. Commands built on sand that now were tilting and listed as it shifted.
"What?" Timmy said in utter bewilderment.
"Bandar..." Jay whispered with confusion – hadn't he been told this in Milo's memory?
"Bandar Seri Begawan," the brothers said together.
Their tone was almost hypnotic, the response automatic and the effect immediate. Jeffrey could almost see a cloud lifting from their eyes as they came back to themselves and took control over who they really were. Timmy's control faltered and then fell. They wouldn't be killing their friends today.
Timmy sensed the loss of control and with it, a shift in the balance of power. Jeffery hadn't needed a stronger will, he only needed to decimate Timmy's.
"Shoot them!" Timmy ordered desperately but his orders came a second too late.
There was a tiny pop of lighting that stuck the plastic cable ties binding Matt, Angelo, Cyrus and Jeffrey. Hot electrical flashes melted their bonds and the men had their hands were free in an instant.
Then all fucking hell broke loose.
Matt and Cyrus sprang forward and grabbed the guns from Jay and Milo's hands.
Max's rifle was raised in a moment and firing short, precise burst at the militiamen nearest the team. Max's gunfire from the side of the room added confusion as the soldiers had focussed their attention of the team in the centre. Now, they fell back and searched for the combatant, sweeping their aim away from the SEX Men.
Jay and Milo surfaced from their confusion, head's throbbing. Sensing danger, Jay put his hand on Milo's arm – reminding him that both he and his brother were still nude – and turning himself and his little brother invisible.
Matt and Jeffrey aimed for the heads of the next nearest soldiers and the more bodies hit the ground, the more the Risico Militia fell back to co-ordinate what should have already been the upper hand.
Hugh translocated himself a step to the right, even though he was still on his knees, but left his bindings where they were and then did the same for Steve. Unbound, they leapt forward, and took semi-auto rifles from two men downed by Max. They tossed the weapons to more competent gunmen – Jeffrey and Angelo.
In receipt of weapons, Jeffrey and Angelo joined the fight of pushing back the soldiers. However, the SEX Men were surrounded and they would need to make for cover very soon.
After the instantaneous melee, Max turned his gun to the stage and shot at Timmy. Unfortunately, Timmy was at the outer limits of Max's range and instead of wasting bullets he returned to providing cover for his teammates. Timmy was enraged and vulnerable but he hung back, watching and assessing and waiting for an advantage to press.
As orders were shouted, Hugh saw a cluster of men turn their weapons on Matt and Cyrus who were by far the greatest threat. Matt and Cyrus had already traded the handguns for assault rifles ripped from the nearest fallen militiamen. Hugh raised his hand as the soldiers fired at the team and their bullets vanished mid-flight. They reappeared, travelling vertically instead of horizontally. The bullets shattered the glass in the skylight which rained down on the armed soldiers who had fired the bullets.
"That was amazing," Steve told Hugh.
"It was a simple redirection of the ammunition," Hugh responded modestly. "Appreciating the conservation of velocity, I assumed the bullets would be sufficient to damage the skylight."
"I love it when you talk sexy," Steve said.
Jay's grip on Milo did not waver as he pulled his brother away from the middle of the room, heading for cover behind a concrete pillar. The sound of bullets not hitting them was deafening. Despite their cover, the brothers were caught in the crossfire. Milo trembled as he watched a stream of errant bullets hit an invisible wall just in front of them. The rounds hit it like bulletproof glass, blossoming and cracking but not breaking through.
"Did you do that?" Milo asked, awestruck.
Jay's invisibility had created some kind of barrier that the bullets had not penetrated. Since they were both naked, if the bullets had hit, they'd be dead.
"Yea?" Jay replied doubtfully.
Jay was equally awestruck. He had protected himself and Milo by pure instinct and discovered an extension of his ability he hadn't even considered before.
"My ability is related to the interaction of photons with baryonic matter. My atomic biology must be able to create a non-contact force in response to non-discrete electromagnetic..." Jay babbled.
"Ok, you can stop that now," Milo interrupted. "You know I hate it when Matt makes shit up."
Jay laughed, pleased with himself for the nonsense technobabble and for distracting Milo from the fear of death.
Not far away, Steve was trying to concentrate. He was scared, but that played to his advantage. He amplified his fear and pushed it hard towards a group of soldiers who screamed and squealed and ran from the room in terror.
A moment later, two men were charging towards Steve and Hugh with weapons raised – they were both shot from behind and fell. One was dead when he hit the ground. The other... wasn't. But he was dying and Steve felt a great swell of pity for him. He could see the young man was scared but unable to talk due to the bullet hole in his throat.
Colours of fear and regret flurried from the dying man's head. He would have killed Steve and Hugh a moment ago but now he was just a young man with seconds to live and he was scared. Steve took a deep, soothing breath and made himself calm before pushing that calm towards the dying man. The young man gasped and his wide eyes became serene and peaceful.
"Shh, it's ok," Steve said as he crawled closer. "It's ok now."
And then the man was dead but he died in peace rather than pain, tranquil rather than frightened; it was exactly how Steve wanted to use his powers.
Matt watched as Cyrus's feet crunched through broken glass as he stepped to retrieve a new rifle or ammunition – whichever came easier. Jeffrey joined him and the two lovers shared a moment of closeness – not affection, hand-holding or kissing – just a moment of shared protection and support. Matt provided cover with a sudden strike of lightning, a deafening crack of thunder and a deluge of rain that poured in through the broken skylight. Using similarly focussed lightning blasts as he did to break the cable ties, Matt launched painful strikes against the Risico Militia.
Jeffrey shouted at two men who were just within earshot over the sound off all the gunfire. Exactly what he said was lost in the distance but the command was received because the two soldiers turned on their own. Jeffrey had commanded them to shoot their comrades.
Max had been watching the pattern of the Risico Militia as they moved around the room, looking for cover and for line of sight. They were vexed that their bullets sometimes seemed to hit an invisible wall; other times the bullets vanished mid-flight only to launch back towards them or the ceiling or the wall by their heads. However, there was real danger coming as the soldiers seemed to rally from the unexpectedness of the fight and the inexplicable countermeasures. Max could see them calling for reinforcements and the minute the number of soldier's multiplied, the SEX Men would be doomed. It was time to create a new distraction.
There was an eruption of sound, fire and force as a missile impacted on the east wall apart and blew half of it apart. Max had trigged a remote override of the X203 fighter jet and used its weapons to assault the main building. The nearest soldiers were thrown into the room while rubble rained down on those who had fallen where they stood. More explosions detonated in the distance as bombs that Max had planted all over the base shattered infrastructure all over the compound. Max laughed to himself because it was Jethro Renton-Mass who had inspired the plan. The manipulative man had bemoaned the attention after firing missiles at the NX-01 plane as it tried to escape. Max wondered how Jethro would explain multiple explosive detonations across a supposedly decommissioned base.
Good fucking luck with that.
Max found Angelo standing beside him as they both reloaded.
"Thank you, Max," Angelo said. "I knew we could count on you. We wouldn't have got the boys back without you."
"You're welcome, Angelo," Max replied. "But it's not over yet."
"Hugh can't translocate all of us at once but I think he can extract us one at a time," Angelo told the spy.
Angelo had a theory that the upper limit of Hugh's ability was determined by the amount of mass he was trying to move at one time, not by the number of times he moved matter.
"I'll stay until everyone else is out," Max insisted. "Make it quick!"
"Thank you," Angelo replied. "Thank you."
Angelo nodded and patted Max's arm before tearing across the room towards Hugh.
Jay and Milo reappeared for the first time since the shootout had begun. They were hidden behind a concrete pillar – good cover during a firefight. The naked brother watched as Hugh crouched into a huddled little ball, distressed by the chaotic commotion and trying to concentrate. A second later, they realised what he was doing because Steve vanished. Jeffrey followed, disappearing soundlessly from the battle and his weapon falling to the floor as he left the fight.
Angelo, Matt and Max continued to hold the dwindling numbers of soldiers at bay while Hugh extracted the team not in bulk but one by one. Even this was exhausting but they were counting on him and Hugh concentrated again until Cyrus vanished back to the Racetrack – the SEX Men's base.
So much attention had been given to the armed men in the room that they hadn't noticed Timmy. He was unarmoured and had been hiding behind soldiers and obstacle as he watched the chaos. When he saw Jay and Milo reappear, he made his choice. Fuck them! Fuck the annoying team of meddlesome miscreants!
"Come with me now!" Timmy commanded in a hiss at Milo.
Timmy grabbed Milo by the arm and yanked him away from Jay. Timmy pushed Milo ahead of him and kicked Jay in the balls. Jay could not stop Milo being take as he bent double. Timmy turned back to Milo – although Milo was tall for his age and neither of them were robustly built, Timmy possessed more than enough strength to overpower Milo. This was aided by Milo being barefoot and bare arsed. Timmy pulled a gun from his belt and Milo complied with Timmy's shouts and threats to move towards a nearby door. The door swung inwards and the pair disappeared into it.
Max gave chase, looking over his shoulder to see Jay vanish back home; Angelo, Matt and Hugh remained. Max noticed Hugh had fallen on his side and was now being attended by Angelo as Matt held off the remaining few soldiers.
Saving Milo was up to him now.
IN ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER
Timmy didn't need to be physically stronger than Milo – the gun coerced Milo just as much as his mind control did. Max sprinted to the door, kicking it just before the latch connected. The door slammed against the wall and Max stepped from the main room and into the corridor, gun raised as he did so. The din of the firefight was absorbed by the concrete, the quiet almost unsettling.
"Timmy! Stop!" Max shouted; his voice almost echoing.
Max didn't have mind control but the vehemence in his voice was persuasive enough to give Timmy pause. Timmy was just a little punk. A boy. A lad. The pause was long enough for Max to close the distance between himself and Timmy and Milo.
"Who the fuck are you?" Timmy asked the imposing man that was advancing towards him.
Without breaking his stride, Max pushed his goggles onto the top of the helmet and unclipped the helmet with one hand – the other still aiming his weapon – and pushed the combat helmet off his head. It clattered to the floor behind Max who continued to stride, unbidden, towards Timmy and Milo.
"Stay where you..." Timmy started to say.
Timmy had the gun to Milo's head but as Max got closer, an intimidating force, Timmy panicked and pointed the barrel towards the spy. Max took the boy by surprise by not breaking his stride and before Timmy had even told him to stop, Max was within arm's reach.
Max sidestepped the barrel as his left arm flashed forward, grabbed the gun in Timmy's hand and yanked it from his grip.
"The name's Bind. Max Bind," he replied.
"Max?" Timmy sneered. "Stop! Stop it, Max...Give me the damn gun back!"
Timmy sneered as he made his commands and expected his gun to be returned but Max shook his head.
"Nah! Go fuck yourself, Timmy," Max replied.
Timmy staggered back, still gripping Milo, to put a few steps between himself and Max.
"Wh- I said, give me the gun back. I'm ordering you," Timmy said impotently.
He suddenly seemed very young. Timmy wasn't stupid. Max was physically superior and the boy was scared.
"Let Milo go," Max said flatly, ignoring Timmy's order.
Timmy gripped Milo's throat instead and Milo trembled. Milo was just a kid and he was naked.
"Let! Him! Go!" Max threatened and aimed the gun at Timmy's head.
"Point that thing at your own head," Timmy demanded.
"No," Max replied.
Max was effectively deaf without his inner ear implant activated. He also couldn't communicate with Kash but at least Timmy's mind control was ineffective.
"Shoot Milo!" Timmy insisted helplessly.
"Not gonna happen," Max admonished.
Timmy could not believe this... unimportant man was able to resist his mind control. He wasn't just resisting, he was dismissive, almost as if he were impervious. Max for his part wasn't listening. Literally, Max could not hear Timmy's orders which were processed by auditory neurons via the cochlear ganglion. It was a dangerous game though – Max knew that Timmy had non-verbal ways of pushing instructions and he would not be able to resist those.
"I don't know how you're able to oppose my orders," Timmy grumbled, flexing his grip on Milo's neck. "I have to admit it's refreshing and very annoying. I'm not used to having to try so hard."
"Performance issues, it happens," Max consoled the young man facetiously. "Give me Milo."
"It's like it's just in one ear and out the other with you," Timmy said.
A look of realisation crossed Timmy's face and Max's face darkened. Max could tell the young man had just figured it out.
"You can't hear me... can you?" Timmy said with a chuckle.
Max read his lips but heard little of anything above the ringing in his ears. The constant tinnitus that he lived with and that was alleviated only because of his inner ear implants.
"Put that gun to your head," Timmy hissed.
This time, the command was not just verbal but pushed with concentration – thinking very hard like a sonar blast towards Max's brain. Max felt the gun in his right-hand shake as his whole arm trembled to lift the gun to his head.
"No!" Max pushed back. "Let Milo go, you dick!"
"Do it or I'll make you kill Milo first," Timmy threatened.
Timmy was infuriated now. Max had made a fool of him – subverting his gift by simply not listening to the instructions and then having the gall to still possess mental fortitude. Max was fighting the command Timmy was projecting towards him.
Put the gun to your head.
Pull the trigger.
I'll make you kill Milo.
Kill yourself, Max.
Timmy was still holding on to Milo and he moved his forearm around Milo's throat and began to crush. Milo pulled at the arm but he couldn't stop Timmy – he could barely breath.
"One twist, and he's dead," Timmy warned Max.
It wasn't just about revenge. It was about removing a remarkably resilient and dangerous opponent. But also revenge. Max could tell Timmy wasn't bluffing – he would kill Milo – but worst of all, he knew he could not resist much longer. His right arm was aching as he struggled the urge to put the gun to his head.
Max knew what he had to do and in his final moments, he wondered if Angelo had always known.
"Do it, Max. Put the gun to your head. Do it now. Now!" Timmy ordered – pushing the thought will all his might.
Max gave one last grunt of frustrated resistance as the barrel touched his right temple.
"Milo..." Max said though his clenched jaw.
Max's eyes sliding toward the beautiful boy. The last thing he would ever see.
"You must remember this," Max said.
"No!" Milo cried.
"Max, pull the fucking trigger!" Timmy pushed – verbally and silently.
And he did.
Milo watched with horror as Max's life ended with a bullet from his own gun. One moment he was alive and the next he was dead. Max's body dropped to the floor but he had died saving Milo.
Timmy started to laugh delightedly but it was very painful and slowly faltered into a cough that brought more pain and the taste of blood to his mouth. Timmy touched fingers to his lips and they came away red and sticky.
Blood?
Timmy looked down and saw blood spreading across his abdomen from a wound in his chest. Then Timmy looked at Max who was surely dead - there was a gun in his hand, the one he had shot himself with. And in his other hand which he had used to shoot Timmy. Max had followed Timmy's command and shot – shooting himself and Timmy. Both killing blows.
There was so much blood.
TO BE CONCLUDED...
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My stories so far:
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told and A Series of Embarrassing Events.
The SEX Men prequel series: Anthology.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures.