Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2023 20:14:15 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: The SEX Men - Chapter Three 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. 3 On The Double! TWO OF AN UNKIND "You're not my dad. I had parents and I lost them," Raphael replied. The revelation that this contemptable man was his father was sickening. "You were hidden from me even before you were born. You may have had parents..." Jethro spat the word derisively. "And guardians. But they are nothing. I have been looking for you ever since I found out you existed," Jethro said. Raphael had never known his birth parents but Angelo had suggested his mother was dead. Of his father, Angelo had only ever told him that it was safer they were kept apart. In the safehouse, Raphael's guardians hadn't been like parents, they had been an amiable but grudging foster couple. Wayne and Allen had been pretty cool, like cool big brothers, and when they had time off their replacements were like aunts and uncles filling out the protection detail/ family. It hadn't been much of a life for the last few years but it was still better than this. Whatever this man wanted, Raphael knew it would not be good. Angelo had been the first to really explain things – Angels, nu-men, special abilities. Angelo had warned Raphael that one day, someone would come for him and that it would only be the beginning of something more. Angelo was, admittedly, frustratingly obscure sometimes. And he had been a good friend. "Why?" Raphael eventually demanded. "Why what?" Jethro replied. "Why have you been looking for me?" Raphael challenged. "Don't tell me you've been looking forward to a family reunion because I won't believe you." "It will take time for you to accept me and what you mean to me," Jethro replied patiently. "Together, we will be able to achieve so much. You haven't even begun to explore your powers, not really. Imagine if you could use your ability to help amputees, to help people with neurological impairments to overcome them?" Jethro tempted the boy. Jethro Renton-Mass was hoping Raphael was the key to breaking the neural block on Angels but it would take time to introduce this idea to the young Angel. It would take time for Raphael to develop the skill necessary for neuro-structural and biochemical manipulation. "Maybe you could heal Timmy's mouth closed when he won't shut up?" Jethro joked. The idea of sealing a boy's mouth closed was grotesque. The body horror of the image was disturbing. "I don't want to help you with anything," Raphael replied. "I don't trust you and I never will." "We'll see," Jethro said tightly. The belligerent young man was vexing already. Jethro pressed a button on his desk and two guards entered. He thrust his chin at the boy. "Take Raphael..." Jethro said, despising that someone else had named his son, "...to a cell." The two men flanked Raphael and prompted him towards the door. "We'll talk again, son," Jethro added. "Go fuck yourself," Raphael replied. Go fuck yourself was exactly what Jethro had in mind. He needed to destress, to think and to recalculate. He always knew that meeting his son would not be easy but he had hoped it would be. Timmy couldn't control the boy and even if he could, forcing compliance with mind control was not a long-term plan. Just being around his son was enough to give Jethro ideas for how to use Raphael's healing abilities – how to turn them to creative purposes. Like how he used Timmy. Jethro walked from his office to his private quarters, closing the door behind him and turning the tumbler to lock it. He felt his fingers tingling like pins and needles and then the feeling spread. It used to hurt when he did this – a very long time ago, five hundred years or more. The pain used to be agonising. Jethro felt the tingling and heat in his skin like when bare skin is exposed to the winter air. Then came the feeling of being pulled, dragged from the inside. His body vibrated and shuddered like he was standing in the middle of an earthquake and he was struggling to stay steady. The tingling, the heat, the vibration – it suddenly gave way and a sensation like falling backwards hit him even though he stumbled forwards. When Jethro turned he came face to face with himself – with the version of himself who had fallen backwards. Their clothes were as identical as the rest of his appearance. "So, that went better than I expected," the other version of himself said sarcastically. "Oh, go fuck yourself," Jethro replied facetiously. They both chuckled. Jethro Renton-Mass was a man of two minds sometimes. Some people thought he was prone to mood swings but the truth was he occasionally needed to divide to conquer – metaphorically speaking (and sometime literally, like that time in 1578). When Jethro was two people, the essence of his character could be weighted differently. Both Jethro's had the same mind, the same memories and thoughts and feelings but those components settled differently - like a shaken snow globe, all the same parts were there but not in exactly the same order. This was not a parallel Jethro or a Jethro from the future, he was a binary replicant analogous to a clone. They could divide and recombine, amalgamating the experiences they had when apart. Jethro and Jethro began to undress – removing their jackets and ties and putting them over separate chairs beside the window. Each sat on one of the chairs to remove shoes and socks and then walked barefoot to the bed as they unbuttoned their shirts, opening them to reveal a taught chest of an otter. His arms were surprisingly muscular but he was far from the physique of a body builder. The Jethro's dropped their trousers and faced each other in black boxers that hugged nice cheeks and a respectable dent in the pouch at the front. "Do you want to volunteer?" Jethro asked. "No, do you?" Jethro replied. "No. Rock, paper, scissors?" Jethro suggested. Divided, the individuals had separate cognitive experiences that diverged the longer they were apart but amalgamated seamlessly when they rejoined. Talking to himself was a useful way of troubleshooting problems. Most of the time, they could think separately and play a simple decision-making game without duplication. Most of the time... They both threw rock. They both threw rock. They both threw paper. Jethro threw scissors and Jethro threw rock. "Fine. You get the lube," Jethro said as he dropped his underwear and bent over the bed. Bottom Jethro's chest pressed into the mattress, his flaccid penis dangling against the side of the mattress. In a few minutes, Top Jethro would be fucking him and his dick would hump the satin sheets. Top Jethro applied lube to his hands and began to stroke his dick. It thickened in his warm hands, his long fingers wrapping around the shaft and he pumped the length of the thickening cock. Top Jethro stood behind Bottom Jethro and smeared his crack with his slick hands, then he pulled the cheeks open and stepped closer. Top Jethro's cock touched the sphincter of Bottom Jethro and he pressed harder, moving one of his hands from the ass cheek to his own cock where he steadied the head and pressed the mushroom shape against the hole. Bottom Jethro's sphincter dilated and gave way to the spongy head of Top Jethro's cock. When the head entered, Bottom Jethro exhaled with pleasure. "It didn't go as we expected, did it?" Bottom Jethro said contrary to his earlier sarcasm. "No. We knew it would be hard but I never expected him to hate me so much," Top Jethro admitted. "We hoped he wouldn't hate us but we knew that Angelo had likely told the boy about us," Bottom Jethro said. Bottom Jethro spread his hands on the top of the bed, gripping the sheets as his ass was fucked by himself. He wanted to touch himself but not quite yet. He was enjoying the ass-fuck and as his other self put more power into his thrusts, it was even more pleasurable. The feel of his own cock sliding against the ring of his sphincter was magnificent. Jethro had been with a lot of people in his life but the best fuck was always himself. "We were close to finding Raphael once and we were lucky to have the chance again," Top Jethro admitted. "It will take time but..." "You don't believe it any more than I do," Bottom Jethro said – not interrupting, they were both thinking the same thing. "Raphael is a good person. He may never join us." Top Jethro forced his cock deep, punishing the hole in front of him. Bottom Jethro felt his groin rammed against the mattress, his chest pressing deep against the soft sheets. His hands grabbed the sheets in fistfuls that stopped him crying out. Bottom Jethro did let out a grunt though and could practically hear the smug smile spread across the face of Top Jethro. "We will use his goodness against him. If he won't join us, and he might with an adjustment to the realities of our world. But if he won't join us, people like him can always be forced," Top Jethro said. "Our son is immune to Timmy's persuasion," Bottom Jethro said. Bottom Jethro finally reach between himself and the mattress, gripping the genitals between his legs and stroking his untouched erection. His cock was hard and moist, his testicles fuzzy and warm. Top Jethro proceeded less aggressively, making long and deep thrusts that were slow and caring. "We don't need mind control," Top Jethro said. "Raphael will use his powers because it is the right thing to do. Even healing enemies. He will do the wrong thing for the right reasons. Goodness is his greatest weakness." Bottom Jethro looked over his shoulder – they had the same mind but no mind was certain about anything. People often had conflicted ideas and in his separate bodies, Jethro articulated this doubt. "I am not so sure," Bottom Jethro replied. Top Jethro came inside himself, smothering the hole with cream which he smeared up and down the crack with the sensitive head. Bottom Jethro came too, splashing as much on himself as on the bed. "I am," Top Jethro said at last. Top Jethro had stepped back, looking at the ass and the long, wispy legs, the bare back and the bald head. Bottom Jethro stood up and turned, facing the other Jethro. Identical cocks drooped over big mannish balls and dribbled ejaculate on the floor. "You are what?" Bottom Jethro asked. "Sure," Top Jethro responded. "I am sure he will do what we need him to, even if it's wrong, if we make him believe it's right." Bottom Jethro began to quiver, his skin tingling as he stepped closer to himself. "We'll see," Bottom Jethro said. Jethro and Jethro stepped closer and when their chests touched, the effect was instantaneous. Their recombination was like an elastic band snapping, restoring it to a state of pre-tension. Two became one again. "We will see," Jethro said to himself. WHAT WE KNOW "Angelo! Why is Jethro Renton-Mass obsessed with finding this Angel? And why didn't you tell me about it before now?" Matt asked – repeating himself because Angelo hadn't answered. Matt resented not being told things. He and Angelo were the leaders of the team and they usually enjoyed a flat management structure. It irked him even more that Angelo had told Max. Max! The spy who had only just learned about his ability and joined the team a few weeks ago? "I didn't tell you because Raphael had been in hiding his whole life. He has been in safehouse, a kind of witness protection, since he was relocated two years ago," Angelo replied. Angelo spoke directly to Matt – explaining himself and repairing the damage to their trust. "I asked Max to check out the security on the safehouse," Angelo added. "Why?" Jeffrey asked. The adults in the room all had knowledge and experience that made them savvy and cynical. Jeffrey suspected Angelo was still holding back. Unlike Matt, Jeffrey didn't mind things being kept from him but he worried that this would erode the trust between the leaders. "I've known for a while that Jethro would find the boy. Armed with that knowledge, I was trying to prevent it. Max had some ideas but I hadn't had the chance to implement them. I ran out of time, I suppose," Angelo admitted dejectedly. "Security on the safehouse was adequate without having more obvious 24/7 surveillance which in itself would have created attention," Max assessed. "I wanted Raphael to have a life. He was at school and happy. He's interested in art and boys..." "Tell me more," Milo interjected. "I was trying..." Angelo ignored Milo as he felt a stab of guilt. "I've really let him down." Matt watched Angelo's dejected face and felt badly for the man. Angelo had good intentions and Matt felt his own annoyance evaporate. "You said Raphael is a healer? Is that why Mr Renton-Mass was obsessed with finding him?" Steve asked. "Jethro collects people who are useful. Raphael's abilities are untested but he could heal potentially mortal injuries. Knowing that things between us are escalating is the ideal time for him to bolster his ability to respond to a threat," Angelo suggested. "And also..." Angelo rubbed his face and head with his hands, bracing himself for how the team would react. "Raphael is Jethro's son," Angelo told them. Jeffrey was right – Angelo had been holding something back. Matt meanwhile didn't know what to say. He had been working with Denego Potentia for nearly 20 years and he didn't know Jethro Renton-Mass, the antagonist that caused their group the most concern, had a son?! "Whoa!" said Steve. "You failed to mention that," Max muttered. If Max had known, he would have abducted the boy himself and used him as leverage. Max was not proud of this thought but being a good guy sometimes involved doing bad things. "Mr Renton-Mass never mentioned a son," Jeffrey said. Hugh said nothing. "I can't believe you kept this from me," Matt said, his irritation returning. "Is he hot?" Milo asked. "Jethro has never even met the boy. He left the mother before Raphael was born and didn't even know she was carrying. After he was born, we kept him a secret. The Choir always knew Jethro would attempt to use the boy no matter what his abilities," Angelo justified his secret keeping. "What is the Choir?" Hugh asked. "The Choir describes the ranks of Angels from leaders to people like me. The highest choir of Angels gave me the unenviable task of hiding Raphael after he was born," Angelo elaborated. "Let me guess, Jethro found out about his son and used his political influence to search him," Matt said. "Yes. Jethro got close to finding him a few years ago and that was when he was moved to the safehouse," Angelo concluded. "None of this is relevant," Max said irritably. It rather changed the mood in the room. "Pardon?" Matt demanded. "The boy. The Angel. Raphael. Who cares. He's not relevant. You know who's relevant? Your husband Cyrus who is still in Mr Renton-Mass's custody. Killing Timmy is relevant," Max said. "That is our mission. That is why the team has gathered. This business with Raphael is a distraction." Max was already frustrated by the team – they were disorganised and inexperienced. "Max has a point. We need to focus on Jethro Renton-Mass and what he wants with Cyrus and getting Cyrus back. Whatever he plans to do to the human race is a long-term goal but Cyrus is an immediate concern," Jeffrey agreed. "Except our very gathering strengthens Jethro's hand," Steve observed. "If Angelo is right and he's been working to change the... the thingy field?" "Genomorphic Xenofield," Hugh supplied. "Yes! That! If Mr Renton-Mass is going to affect that somehow, we're a part of his plot. Just us being here, gathered with Angelo as a lynchpin makes us a part of his plot," Steve didn't like to think he was being used by a villain just by acting as a good guy. "I need more information," Hugh said. Matt looked sympathetically at Hugh. Hugh, Steve, Jay and Milo were all new to this world, new to the excitement and danger of this world. No wonder the boy had questions. "Yes, Hugh? What's your question?" Angelo prompted. "What is Jethro Renton-Mass's ability or abilities?" Hugh asked. "I didn't even think of that," Milo said. It was obvious now that Hugh had said it. In the infodump of everything else, they had missed the obvious question of what their dangerous adversary was capable of. "Jethro Renton-Mass is an anti-hero," Matt said. Angelo was still restricted in what he could say until the team were sufficiently knowledgeable for the mind block to fail. "Antihero's lack conventional heroic qualities. Little things like idealism and morality," Jay said sarcastically. "Are we sure he's not just an actual villain?" Matt smiled at his lover. "I didn't say antihero. I said anti-hero," Matt emphasised the hyphen. "He is able to use an Angel or nu-man's ability against them." "If he can gather powers he'd be unstoppable," Max worried – forever troubleshooting his mission to end Jethro Renton-Mass. "It's not like that," Jeffrey said. "I noticed things when I worked for Mr Renton-Mass and realised Timmy was awfully compliant for a compulsive mind controlling little monster." "Jeffrey realised that Timmy had become more obedient and submissive where before he was fiercely independent and competitive," Angelo said. "The insight led him to guess that Timmy's own ability was being used to control him." "Why didn't it work on you?" Max asked Jeffrey. "I use an abundance of caution when exercising my ability but Timmy is reckless. Timmy is more powerful but I have countermeasures. I can create vulnerabilities to destabilise or collapse the effect of commands," Jeffrey tried to explain. "Like a fuse box?" Max inferred – it was useful to build a picture of what everyone was capable of. "I set a few inside my own mind which Mr Renton-Mass tripped when he tried to control me," Jeffrey replied. "Mind control is a complex thing. Not even Timmy can change someone's nature and who we are, our behaviours, are the result of a series of successive decisions," Angelo elaborated. "Timmy can't just order someone to be evil and that's it. Every decision we take reshapes our minds and influences subsequent neural processes. Mr Renton-Mass has simply tapped into Timmy's nature." Discussing Jethro's ability was important to keep the team safe. "Understanding Mr Renton-Mass's ability to turn abilities against you is important," Matt said seriously. "Jay, what if he were able to influence you so stop you becoming visible or invisible? Leaving you unable to use your ability or trapping you invisible forever?" "I like looking at you Jay, please don't let that happen," Milo said. "Hugh, if Jethro were to interfere with your internal compass he could make you translocate inside a mountain or into space," Angelo warned. "Or cause you to use your ability against others. Make you translocate all of us into a prison cell." "Steve, he could overwhelm your visual empathy to make you unable to function from sensory overload," Matt added. "Each of you have abilities that could be negatively influenced against you by Jethro Renton-Mass." "That's why you've been testing and expanding our abilities," Jay said almost to himself. The very thing Matt and Angelo have been encouraging him and Milo for the last six months. "Jethro Renton-Mass can also split himself in two," Matt revealed. "I've split a few guys in two in my time," Max boasted. "Because you have a big willy?" Milo asked. "Yes," Max replied. "How big?" Milo asked. "Nine inches," Max admitted. "Wow!" Milo said. "That would split a guy in two," Steve said and – seeing Hugh's mouth open to contest this – added an aside to his boyfriend. "Metaphorically." "Oh," Hugh said. "Because nine inches is above average?" Steve nodded. "How big is your cock?" Milo asked Hugh. "My penis is approximately three inches when flaccid and eight inches erect," Hugh replied shamelessly before Steve would stop him. "Nice!" Milo grinned. Max wore an impressed expression too and other faces around the room attempted to be polite, nonchalant or patient. Angelo and Matt rather thought they had gone off topic. Again. "So when you say Mr Renton-Mass can slip himself in two, you mean literally two people?" Jay asked. Matt looked gratefully at his lover for remaining on topic. "Yes," Matt replied. "It explains his mood swings and why he seems like a different person sometimes," Jeffrey observed. "Do they have different personalities then?" Steve asked. "They have more or less the same objectionable personality," Matt responded. "However, Jethro's personality can be weighted in different ways when he splits himself. Where he is usually patient and calculating, he can become impulsive and hot-headed," Angelo said. "Sounds like it could be a weakness," Max decided. "Maybe. It also makes him unpredictable and prone to take steps that are not necessarily in his broader interests," Angelo advised. "There was a time in 1984 when... never mind." They didn't need another deviation from the main plot. It seemed like the exposition was finally complete and all the relevant information imparted. They all needed time to think and the adults needed time to decide exactly what to do next. Tomorrow, they would discuss how to actually rescue Cyrus. Milo punctuated a comfortable silence with a big yawn. "I think someone..." Milo said with a pointed look at Jay. "Said there would be ice cream?" Jay looked at Matt in askance. Matt nodded. "C'mon. Let's get something to eat," Jay said. "Ice cream?" Milo asked, jumping to his feet. "Maybe actual food before ice cream?" Matt said. Matt heard himself talking to the teenagers like they were children. They were, kind of. He missed being a father. It was nearly three years since Michael died. Milo reminded Matt of Michael sometimes; the honesty, the total lack of malice, the innocence. Milo and Jay were accompanied by Steve and Hugh as the exited the room to find some food. "I'm heading back to the Bunker for some things," Max said. "I'm need to check out Kash." Check out Kash, not check in with him. Matt rolled his eyes. It was typical of Max to use the last hours before an important mission on having sex. "Be back in the morning and we can discuss how the team will proceed," Angelo replied. Max had resisted saying anything but even his beleaguered conscience couldn't allow him to proceed without raising concerns about Jay, Milo, Steve and Hugh. "Are we sure it's a good idea to involve these kids?" Max asked as he stood up to leave. "They're all clever and powerful," Matt asserted. "They're inexperienced and naοve," Max countered. "There's no point in saving Cyrus if we get them killed in the process." "They won't die, Max," Angelo said confidently. "But they will be in danger," Max said – not asking, a statement of fact. When Angelo didn't reply he sighed and left the room. Max was of the opinion that it was all very well for him to take risks with his life but he was unhappy with putting untested young people on a life-or-death mission. QUIS CUSTODIET His name was Steven. Or was it Stewart? "What's your name again?" Timmy asked the nearly naked guard. "Angus," he responded shyly. "I was close," Timmy said flippantly. After being unceremoniously dismissed from the presence of Jethro Renton-Mass, Timmy had been very angry. He and the guards had left Mr Renton-Mass alone with Raphael – the teenage Angel. Raphael was cute and cute boys always made Timmy horny. Hot men also made Timmy horny and what better way to reduce his anger and horniness than to seduce a man who was already reduced to his boxers, socks and boots? Angus had been commanded to give his clothes to Raphael who had kindly returned a few items. Personally, Timmy would not have been kind and would also have jumped at the chance to wear another man's boxers. Timmy could have gone back to his room but he thought it would be more fun to go to one of the common rooms. The Risico Militia worked for Jethro Renton-Mass and had a base at the decommissioned De Burs Airforce Base where they made their home. "Angus, take off your boots and socks," Timmy said casually. Considering the size of the base and the number of soldiers it hosted, Angus was getting off lightly to have only a dozen men in the room. Everyone know about Timmy' predilection for messing with people so most were just glad it wasn't them. Angus was already pretty exposed: he had an incredible upper body with a muscular and broad chest and thick biceps. Angus hopped from foot to foot to remove his boots and then socks and stood barefoot in the common room. "Now take off your boxers," Timmy ordered him. Angus pushed the boxers down to expose his chunky, circumcised four-inch penis. It was as big a Raphael's guardian's had been when he was hard. "Very nice," Timmy admired the trimmed pubes that made the flaccid dick look bigger. "Make it hard for me." "Everyone is watching me," Angus managed to squeak out. "I know. Make it hard now," Timmy repeated himself. Powerless to resist, Angus pulled on his limp prick until it grew hot, long and hard. Fully engorged, it was seven and a half inches of fun. Angus kept stroking to keep himself hard and tried to ignore the fact that so many of his peers were watching him. "Do you like boys?" Timmy asked. "I'm bisexual," Angus replied. "So yes," Timmy sniggered. Timmy dropped to his knees and put his hands on the mighty thighs of the gorgeous but unfortunate guard. Timmy was reminded of the Latin phrase (he wasn't a total idiot), quis custodes Ipsos custodiet – who will guard the guards themselves? Timmy was rather enjoying the guards guarding their naked colleague. Making men do stuff was great fun but being watched was even better. Timmy could see Angus was mortified as he leaned in and took Angus's cock in his mouth. What was the Latin for who will suck the guards? Timmy's face bobbed back and forth on the girthy cock. It tasted great and Timmy could smell sweaty balls as he gripped Angus's ass and squeezed the cheeks while taking the cock as deep as he could. Timmy's nose was buried in pubes – or it would have been if the man hadn't trimmed them. Timmy pulled back and felt a rope of precum trail between his mouth and the cock in front of him. Timmy went back down on it, stroking Angus's thighs as he did so. It was delicious and devious to suck the man in front of his peers. Any moment now, he'd make the man cum in front of his peers too. Angus was gasping for breath now, biting his lip as the boy gobbled his cock. Timmy was difficult to age – he made it difficult by manipulating people's perceptions. However, he was a very nice cocksucker. "Timmy... I'm going to... you know..." Angus warned. Timmy backed off, sitting on his heels and switching to jerking Angus off instead. His hand was moist with his own saliva and Angus's precum. "No, I don't know. What are you going to do, Angus?" Timmy bated him (pun intended). "I'm going to cum," Angus replied. A few of the guards laughed at the pathetic squeak Angus made as he admitted how close he was. "You're going to cum because I had your penis in my mouth?" Timmy teased the man. "Yes," Angus agreed. "And you're going to cum because now I'm masturbating you?" Timmy needled further. "Yes. Please," Angus replied. "You want me to finish you off, Angus?" Timmy asked. "Yes Timmy!" Angus admitted. Timmy stroked the nice cock, swiping it with enthusiastic strokes until Angus reached the point of no return. Timmy leaned in at the last moment to accept jizz onto his tongue. Angus's semen landed on Timmy's tongue like a scoop. Once he was done, Timmy stood up and kissed Angus, transferring the spunk into Angus's mouth. Angus had never snowballed before and tasting his own cum was... weird. Not that he'd never tasted it before but it had also been in another guy's mouth. He swallowed it down and Timmy chuckled because he hadn't made the young man do that. Timmy stood up and was quite sated. He would go back to his room to check on his pup and then check on the prisoners. Maybe Cyrus could look like Angus and Timmy could fuck him – maybe he could make Angus watch just to freak him out? "Can I get dressed now?" asked Angus. "If you like," Timmy said offhandedly. INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP Max pulled his cock from Kash's ass, slowly extracting the nine-inch erection until the head popped out and he could smear it between Kash's cheeks. They had been having sex for over an hour, flip flopping so that neither one of them was on top or bottom for very long. Max's hand was on Kash's back, stroking the mocha brown skin and then teasing the nape of Kash's neck, against which his black hair tumbled. Kash felt Max push back inside him – the long sex organ gliding against the ring of his anus. Kash tightened his sphincter around the girthy tube and Max let out a pleasurable grunt. Kash liked that he was able to excite Max. Max had so much sexual experience and so many lovers, Kash worried that he was just another ass to fuck. Kash felt his prostate jabbed by Max's giant cock. Kash shuffled back and forwards on the bed, fucking his own ass on Max's throbbing dick. Kash enjoyed having sex with Max. Making love. Fucking! Max was on top but his preference was in the passive role and Kash deeply enjoyed being on top with such a gorgeous and powerful man. It made Kash feel emboldened when he topped Max. For now, Kash could feel Max's cum dribbling out of his ass. They had been taking turns on top for the last hour so when Max had cum , it was a messy and huge load. Kash turned over, sliding his feet between Max's legs where the big black man was now kneeling on the bed. Kash gazed at the lovely love muscle that was sloppy with juices from Max's ejaculation. "Do you want to talk about it?" Kash asked. Kash had been Max's handler for five years and they had been sexually intimate for four of them. Ever since the Salient Green mission. Kash had smoothed things over after a rather public escape from the SkyCall building in Edinburgh during the Sukerfeel mission nearly three weeks ago. Without Kash, Max knew he would have been suspended or expelled from the SCION (Security Counter-Intelligence Observation & Neutralization) programme. SCION was a subdivision of the Albion Intelligence Network operated with a black budget but even they had limits for their agents and driving high speed through the Scottish capital with gunfire and an armed police response was one of those limits. The Glasstower, the head office to whom Max theoretically reported and took missions from, had been furious. Kash must have used every influence he had to prevent Max losing his credentials. Moreover, Kash was covering for Max while he worked off the books with the Denego Potentia Department (the DPD). Working with independent intelligence organisations was not forbidden but Max had been told in no uncertain terms to avoid any and all investigations involving Jethro Renton-Mass. "Maybe it's better you don't know?" Max suggested. Max leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of Kash, and lowered himself on top of the handsome man. His weight pressed down on Kash, who put his arms around Max as their lips met. Max was heavy, his breath and body hot and sweaty. Kash could not imagine anything better than being in bed with a magnificent man. Kash liked the way Max made him feel. Their tongues met and danced together, their lips were wet but the kissing was tender and affectionate as well as deeply sexual. Max moved his groin against Kash's, frotting their cocks together. They were both still hard, even after an hour, and the slippery erections were excited by the slimy contact. Max's dark skin was peppered with black hair between his impressive pecs. The hair between his brown nipples tapered towards his navel and then narrowed again into his pubic bush above his nine-inch erection. Kash's chest was hairier – a man of Indian descent whose brown skin lovingly sprouted a furry torso. "Max," Kash breathed as the Agent kissed his neck. Max Bind was Agent 117. Kash was responsible for him and fucking the man was not every responsible. Only recently had Max discovered he had sexual and seductive powers and Kash couldn't help but wonder if they were the reason for this ill-advised relationship. Or was that line of thought just a convenient excuse to dismiss his own bad decision-making. Theirs was an inappropriate relationship and it meant a lot to them both. "Max," Kash said again. "Hm?" Max replied. "Do you want to talk about it?" Kash repeated his earlier question. "Is there anything I need to know?" Max looked at the serious man. Kash's brown eyes were like a black hole of beauty – sucking Max deeper into the soul of a man he loved. Max rolled over and reached down to grip Kash's cock. Stroking the cock, he kissed Kash softly on the lips. "I wrote a report. Everything I've learned about Angels, nu-men, the SEX Men, about Jethro Renton-Mass and Kimmy Kotes and about the boy called Raphael. Everything," Max said. "You wrote me a report? You're such a romantic," Max said sarcastically and he reached for Max's cock. Kash pumped the giant organ, feeling the ridge of the head passing through his palm with every swipe. He really enjoyed this man's cock. But again Kash wondered; did he enjoy it because Max induced him to feel that way? Kash thought of all the times they'd been in bed together – kissing, sucking, rimming or fucking. Was it real? "I feel guilty," Max said suddenly. "About what?" Kash asked. "About Cyrus. He was helping me and got captured. Then I failed to rescue him," Max said. Kash released Max's cock and he pulled free from Max's grip. He pushed Max until the man turned over and then Kash lined up his cock for penetration. It was one thing Max could be counted on for – he was always ready for sex. Before, after or even during a mission or even during a serious conversation. Max had enjoyed his turn on top and now Kash wanted to fuck the man. "No, Max. Cyrus got captured to save you and to ensure the success of your mission," Kash insisted. "And your mission was a success. You can't save everyone." Kash pushed deeper into Max's hole and the bigger, broader man lifted his ass so that Kash entered him all the way. His cock was raised from the bed and Max reached between his legs to stroke himself while Kash fucked him. "I need to know that endangering more people just for Cyrus is the right thing to do," Max admitted. He was glad he didn't need to look at Kash as he said it. In a life-or-death situation or a situation with a time imperative, Max reacted. He had too long to think about the mission against Jethro Renton-Mass. "If the chances of success were zero then yes, trying to save Cyrus would be wrong," Kash replied. Kash gently stroked Max's back with one hand and massaged an arse cheek with the other. "But they're not zero. You have a good chance of saving Cyrus and impairing Jethro Renton-Mass's operation. You might be able to save an innocent boy too. You have the chance to kill Timmy, who is a malevolent little shit..." "It's not just about Cyrus," Max agreed. Max was grateful to Kash for understanding that while saving Cyrus was the main objective, there were numerous others that made the risk worth taking. "No. And it sucks that your team might not all make it," Kash added. "But that's the mission... You don't have to go, you know?" At this last statement, Max looked over his shoulder. Kash continued to thrust and pull but his expression was almost sad. Kash was scared for him. "I think I have to go, Kash," Max responded. "I know. You're a good person, Max," Kash said. Kash was close to orgasm now and Max returned the favour of tightening his sphincter around the dick inside him. Kash's cum flowed and accompanied a contented and euphoric reaction from Kash who found himself floating in the pleasure. It wasn't just a sexual release; it was an emotive and romantic moment. Kash knew how he felt about Max, though he wasn't sure he could say it. When Kash pulled his cock out of Max's ass, Max turned over onto his back. Cum leaked from his hole and onto the bed while Kash didn't hesitate to dive onto Max's dick to suck it. Max played with Kash's ears and hair as his lover sucked him, licking the shaft and kissing the head and then deep throating the whole thing (well, not quite all nine inches). Max's cock erupted with spurts of incredibly hot cum, the juice dripping down his cock like candle wax. One advantage of Max's seduction and orgasm enhancement was a very short refractory period. He was ready to cum again in no time. Kash drank the jizz and licked up the shaft, tasting cum and feeling the veins on Max's big cock. When he was done, Kash wiped his mouth and collapsed beside Max. "Do you really think... do you really think I'm a good person, Kash?" Max asked. "I never doubt it," Kash replied affirmatively. "I'm a thief and murderer," Max pointed out. "You steal stuff and kill people, that's not the same thing," Kash replied. Max chuckled gratefully. "Max... how I feel about you..." Kash tried to say. "I know," Max interrupted. "You don't know what I'm going to say," Kash replied. "I'm an Agent and you're my handler. And how you feel..." Max stopped midsentence. "I know. I feel it too." "I don't want to hurt you but... do I feel that way because of your ability to make people feel that way?" Kash asked. Max sighed thoughtfully. It was a fair question – especially since Max hadn't even known about his seduction powers before a few weeks ago. Max had instinctively used them in the field to have sex and use people but Max reflected that he had always had a design. When he had just thought it was his natural charm, Max had intentionally used people. Max never used Kash – not like that. Max chose Kash because he liked him and because Kash was a wonderful man. "All I know is what I choose to do and who I choose to do it with. I don't really know how it works Kash," Max admitted. "But if I've ever made you feel compelled to be in bed with me then I release you from that." Kash didn't move, he snuggled closer to his lover. "I'm where I want to be," Kash insisted and it felt true. "I didn't come back to the Bunker for anything except you, Kash," Max said as Kash began to doze. Anything else he might have wanted to say, he didn't. Max didn't want this moment to sound like goodbye, like he wasn't coming back. Besides, Kash was already asleep. TO BE CONTNUED... If readers have any suggestions for preferred methods of contact; email mel or message on twitter, reblog or blogger/ blogspot. Feedback is very welcome so please get in touch if you like the story: Email me: niftyencomiums@gmail.com My blog: https://niftyencomiums.blogspot.com (updated weekly with teasers for the next chapter) Newtumbl is no more! Reblogme: https://niftyencomiums.reblogme.com/ My Twitter: @niftyencomiums1 My stories so far: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#jforrester 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.