Damage Control (1)

Ch 3 - Damage Control

01:20 Thursday

Inside an unmarked black van on the darkened street outside Jack Anderson's apartment, two monitoring agents were looking pretty damned flustered, their eyes wide.

They hadn't been able to set up any bugs or cameras, and even if they had been able to, that was usually reserved for high risk cases. Mr Anderson had been assigned low priority. They wouldn't even be here for long - just a week of observation, followed by quarterly follow up visits, which would eventually turn less frequent.

Even SHIELD didn’t have the resources to be monitoring every parahuman, all of the time.

There were plenty of low-powered individuals out there, or medium-powered ones who simply had no interest in using their abilities for personal gain at the expense of others. Perfectly good folks. And that's how their monitoring usually went.

So long as no red flags appeared to change Mr Anderson's classification, that's what would happen here, too.

Of course, this meant that they had only the audio from the long distance listening device to go on. But they'd been catching most of the conversation inside the apartment since dinner.

The previous shift had briefed them and left notes from the moment Mr Anderson arrived home, and only lost observation of their target briefly in the shopping mall.

The only odd note - before this - was that Mr Anderson seemed to be friends with an unusual number of the store clerks.

"Never heard a woman make sounds like that." Monitoring Agent Archie Porter said absently.

His colleague snorted with laughter, looking quite flushed herself, which made Archie immediately self-conscious.

Until she admitted, "Actually, neither have I."

Monitoring Agent Lacey Lloyd was a devout lesbian, single but very active from what little they talked about during shifts. She was certainly no stranger to women's bodies, so that was actually quite comforting to the older, married man.

"That was fucking hot." Agent Lloyd added, under her breath. Archie wasn't sure if she was aware of the way she clenched her thighs together.

He wasn't going to comment, or stare, but no harm in looking just a little - was there? He was quite thankful that the monitoring station had allowed him to pull his chair in and hide his own erection. He nodded, without really thinking about it.

"Do we need to include this in our report?" Lacey asked, uncertainly.

Archie frowned in response. "Ah... Technically against state law." He paused. "But there's no… No harm done, is there? Not like this marks him as a threat. Just two... Exceedingly willing adults, having some fun."

"Yes," Lacey agreed readily, blushing a bit further as she thought back on it. "I would agree. I see no reason to let anyone else know about this."

For a while, they each just sat staring at their stations as though to distract themselves. Calm down. When Lacey raised the topic again, later, they were no longer flushed with arousal but both still clearly uncomfortable.

They agreed to wipe that section of the transcript and recording, neither of them vocalizing why they felt that was the right thing to do, beyond the initial conversation.

The rest of their shift was boring drudgery, listening to soft snoring and mumbles that might not even have been words. Pretty standard for night shift, unfortunately, but that was also a good sign for a monitoring agent. A boring shift was simply the consequence of everything going well.

They were less chatty than usual, lost in their own thoughts.

It wasn't until half an hour before their shift change, that Archie voiced a concern. His mind had been turning around the idea for the last several hours. Unbeknownst to him, Lacey shared a similar line of thought.

"We should leave a note, shouldn't we? Anonymous, of course." Archie said, probing.

Lacey looked surprised for just a moment, before nodding, her face once more flushed. "I'll… Yes, I’ll do it. Best to ask Mr Anderson to be more discreet, before next shift arrives."

"That's what I was thinking." It was, kind of.

Archie had been meaning to leave the note himself.

***

04:55 Thursday

I woke up unreasonably early. But I felt completely refreshed. Looking back, I'd been far less strained by yesterday's activities than I perhaps should have been, too.

It was not quite five AM. I slipped out of bed quietly, the major difficulty being extracting my now limp, but still quite large member from Claire without waking her.

I showered, and brushed my teeth, absently running over yesterday's events in my mind. Even while brushing, I caught the sound of my mailbox opening and closing quite easily through the closed bathroom door.

The strangeness of that, so early in the morning, had me immediately on alert. In just a pair of my new boxers, I traversed the distance to my apartment door quietly and silently.

One person, female by her gait, about 135 lbs - moving away towards the stairs. A small piece of paper on the floor. It had landed text-side up and I scanned it briefly, my brows furrowing in confusion.

Why would they --

But that didn't really matter.

In another second I was out the door and walking after the retreating woman, barefoot and nearly naked.

"Stop." I called after her. "Come back here, please."

The woman was about 5'5" and curvy, with just an underlying hint of athleticism. Brown hair with blonde highlights. She did freeze, but looked to be on the verge of running away from me rather than obeying.

"Come here, right now." I reiterated, even as I closed the distance.

She turned towards me, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, and stumbled towards me. Reasonably attractive face. Tired. She was afraid, but not of me - it was something else.

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” I said, to reassure her, even though I wasn’t sure if that was true. The connection between us strengthened as I caught her gaze and reached out to place my hand against her neck. "Be honest with me. Why are you here?"

"I - W-we felt like we needed to warn you. It - it said in the note. Next shift is coming up, and -"

"Okay, calm down, please. Why are you afraid?"

"I don't want to lose my job."

Ah.

"With SHIELD?"

She nodded nervously. "Monitoring Division. But we didn't want you to get into trouble for something harmless. Best not to let anyone know. But I really don't want to lose this job."

It clicked. That was a familiar phrasing, close to what I'd said to Claire last night.

They’d heard me… And it had actually affected them? Enough to warn me.

"How long do we have until next shift? Is your colleague still listening in?"

The agent nodded again. "Twenty-five minutes at most."

"Wait here, I'll be right back. No need to be nervous. You want to help me, don't you?"

"Y-yes." She confirmed, blushing. Her arousal was ramping up, but it wasn't new. Had been simmering for a while.

Within two minutes I was walking back out of my apartment, dressed and looking reasonably presentable. The agent, Lacey Lloyd, led me down to their van.

A nervous-looking slim man, nearing forty, greeted me from inside. Wedding band on his finger. Introduced himself as Archie Porter, after accepting the handshake. Didn't make any move to pull back when I kept a grip on his hand.

Lacey had closed the door behind us, and took my other hand, kneeling down beside him at my instruction. Easier to switch eye contact between them that way.

"You want to obey me. It's very important to you." I started. Damage control. I'd have to catch the next shift, too, just to be safe. Fuck.

"You want to protect me, and that is also very important, isn't it?"

The two agents nodded, getting more comfortable as I spoke. I could see the signs of arousal mounting in both of them, so whatever caused that didn't just affect women. It was just easier to smell on women. Easier to see on men.

"You want to keep me out of trouble with SHIELD. That is the most important. You'll do whatever you need to do to ensure that, so long as it has no significant risk of backfiring and blowing up in my face."

"Yes, Sir." They both breathed in unison. A byproduct of being used to the military command structure? Not sure, but I liked the sound of it.

"Very good. That pleases me, and you want to please me don't you?"

They both flushed, but nodded.

"Don't take any unnecessary risks. I’ll try to get your colleagues on the same page." I continued, "We can discuss it further during your next shift."

"Of course, Sir."

"Great. Now, what can you tell me about the other shifts and the surveillance on me? You always want to be honest with me."

What I learned was somewhat comforting.

One week of constant supervision. Three rotating shifts of two agents. The shifts had a 15 minute overlap window, during which they'd hand over any relevant observations via secure digital communication, before returning to base to report in.

Nobody was supposed to have direct personal contact with me until the end of the observation window, unless my behavior required intervention. But there wasn’t really any mechanism in place to check that they knew about.

With five minutes to spare before the overlap with the next shift was scheduled to begin at 6 AM, I stepped out of the van. I closed the door behind me, leaving the flustered agents behind.

The stark realization that my voice could still influence people, at least over the long distance listening device these agents used... That was a game changer. Would it work over the phone? Zoom call?

... Recording?

I jogged up to my apartment again, as I considered the implications.

A slight, niggling worry was that I didn't know if any suggestions I made would have a time limit. Or how they would react, if the effect expired. Needed a backup plan for that.

***

06:40 Thursday

"Lara, shift observation to primary target, please." Camryn said, not even forty-five minutes into their shift.

Lara looked over to her boyfriend and partner questioningly.

She'd been focusing on the kitchen, where the target's sister was currently busy cooking. There'd been some low conversation while she was in the shower earlier, which they hadn't quite been able to catch.

So, they'd both agreed to split their focus between the two siblings, to maximize their chances of learning what had been said.

Who had casual conversations with their own sister while she was in the shower anyway? It wasn't exactly a red flag, but it was odd, to say the least.

"Trust me, shift to primary." Cam insisted, and Lara relented, refocusing her listening device towards the bedroom.

After a brief moment of confusion, she understood. Of course, the target just appeared to be speaking to himself, but it was very important that she listened. And trust, that was important too.

Lara took her job very seriously, so this somewhat odd behavior was definitely something she wanted to be listening to. The target kept speaking in a low tone. Cam was listening as well.

They exchanged glances every now and then.

"He doesn't really seem like a threat, does he? A bit loopy, maybe, but he's a trustworthy guy." Lara said, after a while, just to check if they had the same impression.

Cam nodded, slowly. "I mean, more than trustworthy. We should be protecting guys like him, right? Not monitoring them. There's no reason a guy like that should be in any trouble with SHIELD."

They kept listening intently. It really wasn't that odd that he was speaking to himself after all. It was almost like he was speaking directly to Lara and Cam.

He had a very charismatic voice. Really captured your attention. It was pretty hot, too, Lara admitted to herself, rubbing her thighs together to try and deal with the growing heat between her legs.

It was the sort of voice you just wanted to obey. Like a superior. A guy like that, you wanted to be loyal to. What he was saying didn't really matter, it was how it made you feel, unless he spoke to you directly, or in person, of course.

He was pretty intriguing, actually.

Cam was the one that voiced it first. "You think we should go up and say hi?"

Lara bit her lip, clenching her thighs together again. "I-I think that'd be a good idea, yeah."

They'd been listening to Mr Anderson speak, sometimes repeating himself, for about 30 minutes at that point.

Ten minutes later, the young African-American couple was up the stairs to the 4th floor and knocking on Mr Anderson's door. They both felt a little nervous. He was such a great guy, after all, they didn't want to disappoint him. They also knew that this was against procedure, but that seemed far less important.

They were in civilian clothes, of course. Monitoring division. Showing up in SHIELD uniform would sort of defeat the purpose. But they were both sort of blandly dressed.

Lara undid a few of the buttons on her blouse while they waited, to look her best. Camryn gave her an appreciative glance and a smile, which helped settle her nerves.

"Oh, hi." Claire Anderson was beaming, radiating contentment. "You're the friends that Jack was waiting for, right?"

"I - yes, of course." Lara **** a smile. They were friends, in a way. They just hadn't met before, but she'd listened to him for long enough, that she certainly felt like she knew him.

But it felt slightly off to claim a position as an equal to Mr Anderson.

"Great! He's waiting for you in the bedroom." The cheerful 22-year-old girl was walking a little strangely, almost limping a bit, but humming happily as she paused in the doorway to the kitchen. "I'm just wrapping up cooking breakfast - we should have enough for you, too, if you want to join us."

"That's very kind of you." Camryn said, his own grin more natural, hiding his nervousness. Always was the better actor between the two of them.

Lara knocked on the bedroom door. They had floorplans, and it wasn't a big apartment, after all. "May we come in, Sir?"

"Please do." Came the casual reply.

God, his voice made her shiver. Seeing him was another thing entirely. Lara tried not to show how her breath caught in her throat, but she was sure both Cam and Mr Anderson noticed.

The latter chuckled as Cam closed the door behind them. He was seated at a computer desk, though with the chair swiveled away from it, facing them, wearing nothing but boxers. His erection looked huge, mouthwatering.

"Tell me about yourselves, briefly."

A quick glance between them decided that Lara would do the introductions. She and Cam communicated so seamlessly, it was no wonder they worked well together, and functioned so well as a couple.

She stood up a little straighter as she met Mr Anderson's eyes, instinctively pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her chest out. He was so hot. She hoped he liked her tits.

"Monitoring Agent Lara Dawkins, sir. Twenty-seven, from Ohio." She gestured to Cam at her side. “And my boyfriend and partner, Camryn Parks. Twenty-nine, from New York. We've been with SHIELD for 5 and 6 years respectively.”

Mr Anderson nodded, so Lara cut herself off there. "Interesting."

She wasn't sure what was so interesting about them, but she wasn't about to contradict him. Mr Anderson stared at Cam for a moment, as though weighing him up, before smiling.

"Lara, undress for me."

"Yes, Sir." She could feel herself blushing heavily. Undressing. For Mr Anderson. She was so lucky.

Cam had been looking mildly uncomfortable even before this, but now he suddenly decided to try and embarrass her. "Sir... She, um... Lara is my girlfriend. Is it really necessary to..."

God, why was Cam trying to humiliate her? That wasn't like him. He was always calm and collected. Lara quickly shrugged out of her blouse and undid her belt, trying to communicate through a silent glare that he needed to shut up.

The combined weight of Mr Anderson's and her stares did seem to do the trick, because her boyfriend trailed off lamely. "Sorry, Sir."

But thankfully, Mr Anderson was very understanding, standing and walking over to place a hand on Camryn’s shoulder, towering over him as he stared into her boyfriend’s eyes.

"That's alright, Cammie. I understand it's going to be very humiliating, watching your girl suck my cock." Lara couldn't contain a moan at the idea, and Mr Anderson chuckled again.

Cam just nodded, looking distraught. "But I know you love Lara, don't you? Enough that you want her to be happy, even if it makes you feel like less of a man. Like you're not even a man at all. And you know this will make her very happy, so you’ll accept it."

"Y-yes, Sir." Cam confirmed shakily, as Lara slipped off her shoes and socks, now naked except for her underwear. It made Lara feel warm inside, to hear Cam say that. He really did love her, even if he had embarrassed her by questioning Mr Anderson.

She felt his eyes on her, and looked up into his eyes through her lashes demurely.

"Sucking my cock will make you very happy, won't it Lara?"

"God yes, Sir." Lara moaned, unhooking her bra, flushed as she bared her breasts for him. She felt slightly guilty at how incredible it felt to know that her body could make Mr Anderson's cock twitch. That she was going to be allowed to pleasure him But she couldn't understand why Cam would feel so humiliated; everyone else was far less of a man than Mr Anderson.

Mr Anderson stepped back from them, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a pleased grin.

As Lara slipped out of her panties and approached on legs shaky with arousal, Mr Anderson looked over her shoulder at Cam again.

"Now you'll understand, of course - and accept - that the moment Lara tastes my cock, she'll become addicted to servicing a real man, Camryn. Me. She'll be my happy, obedient fucktoy."

"Oh fuck, yes." Lara breathed, her pussy gushing as she peeled down his boxers, freeing Mr Anderson's huge, perfect cock. Behind her, though she couldn’t see it, her boyfriend squirmed where he stood, a range of emotions flickering over his face, fighting for dominance.

“I don’t -” He started saying, shakily.

"Don't worry, I'm not taking away your girlfriend." Mr Anderson grunted in approval as Lara kissed his cockhead, noisily cleaning up his precum. "She still loves you. She just won't be fucking you any more. No sexual contact for you at all. But..."

He grunted again as Lara enveloped his cock, **** herself blissfully as she tried to fit as much as possible of Mr Anderson's manhood in her mouth.

"But you'll still be allowed to masturbate." Mr Anderson continued, "So long as you imagine Lara getting stuffed full of my cock while you do it. You should do that three times per day if you have the opportunity. It'll be a shameful pleasure, but they'll be the best orgasms you've ever had."

"Th-thank you, Sir." Cam said behind her, his voice crestfallen, broken. He’d almost worked up the necessary outrage to protest, but then the words had seemed to die in his throat, and acceptance finally set in.

"Chin up, Cammie. Look at how happy this little fuckslut is. Doesn't that make you feel better?"

"Y-yes sir." Just a hint of hope in his tone.

"Good. You will not let any negative emotions get in the way of your work, or protecting me. You won't dwell on it unless you're alone, or watching me fuck your girl."

"Of course, Sir."

Lara was barely listening at this point, focused on pleasing this god of a man in front of her, one hand buried between her legs as just the taste of him made her body shudder.

There was a knock on the door. "Breakfast is on the table Jack!"

"Give us five more minutes, Claire!" Mr Anderson called back. Then Lara felt his hand on the back of her head, tangling itself in her hair for a better grip.

"You want me to use you for my pleasure, don't you honey?"

With her mouth already stuffed full of his cock, Lara couldn't exactly respond, but she moaned in agreement.

"Good girl."

Oh god, those words were like an explosion of pleasure in her brain. Lara's eyes rolled into the back of her head, only barely aware of **** as Mr Anderson took control of her and fed his cock down her throat.

By the time her orgasm passed, he was pummeling her esophagus, "Fuck, get ready for my cum, Lara. Don't swallow all of it, keep as much as you can in your mouth."

Lara's eyes opened wide, staring up at him, and she started fingering herself again eagerly. Then he grunted, pulling out almost entirely from her mouth, and flooded her mouth with musky hot jizz that set off fireworks in her brain.

She swallowed and felt her pussy spasm as she came, again and again. She gulped, feeling the thick ambrosia sliding down her throat. Still Mr Anderson's orgasm overwhelmed her, and some flowed down her chin to splatter over her heaving tits.

It felt so right to be marked by him.

"Cammie, your girl is a natural slut." Mr Anderson petted her head, and made her practically swoon. "Lara is going to give you a kiss now. Make sure you swallow my load. And don't be greedy, Lara. Share with your boyfriend."

It took tremendous willpower not to swallow again, but she didn't need it. Lara just had to be obedient to Mr Anderson, and that came naturally.

She got unsteadily to her feet, accepting Mr Anderson's hand to steady herself, before stumbling over towards Camryn. He looked almost ill at the idea, until Mr Anderson spoke again.

"Trust me, you're going to love this, Cammie. You'll wish you could taste my cum on her lips every time you kiss your girl."

"Y-yes, Sir. I trust you." Cam said, and his eyes did go hazy when he got a whiff of the gift she was about to give him.

They'd never kissed like they did then, it had a whole new level of passion. As they parted, Lara became aware that Cam's whole body was twitching, his eyes squeezed shut as he gave a long, protracted effeminate moan.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, as he sank to his knees with his hips bucking uncontrollably in pleasure and a stain of far inferior semen appeared at the front of his trousers.

"Fuuuuuck..." Cam breathed, his voice hoarse when he finally recovered.

"I told you." Mr Anderson chuckled, over Lara's shoulder. The way he possessively palmed her ass, so casually, made her body heat up all over again, sending butterflies scattering through her stomach.

"Now, the two of you are going to assimilate everything you've heard me say so far today. Let it become fixed in your minds." He said, with a finality to his tone that neither of them quite understood. "Protecting me, and keeping me out of trouble with SHIELD, primary objectives. You trust and obey me. You’re loyal to me. I always have final say, but feel free to offer your advice, if you disagree with some course of action."

"O-of course, Sir."

"Yes, Sir."

Cam and Lara caught each other's eyes, smiling slightly, breathing heavily. Each licked the remnants of Mr Anderson's cum off their lips.

God, Lara loved him.

Mr Anderson whispered in her ear, his voice making her shiver.

Almost as much as she loved Mr Anderson's cock.

***

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