Other than Ethan trying to talk, no.

The problem with her new Master, Jubilee decided, was that he was a fucking amateur. Not that he was an amateur at fucking, though he did tend to lay there and let the partner do the work or tended to stroke at whatever rhythm without paying attention to his partner. No, his dick was huge, mutated and mindfucky so even with his faults, he fucked fine. No, his problem was that he didn't have a strategy.

Her mission was to get him a huge harem of hot fucking babes. Okay, fair enough, but he started with Paige and her. Two highly trained and competant superheroines. Both of them had thrown off Mesmero's control, and he was much more experienced and strategic. Even now, Jubilee could feel parts of her trying to rebel.

Jubilee grabbed a suitcase, and unzipped it. She unceremoniously grabbed the first sock and and tossed it to Paige. "Here, gag him with this, before he wakes up."

"What? Why?" Paige said as she gently stroked his chest.

"If he wakes up, he might say something that will make it harder for me to get him a huge harem, or something that endangers your pregnancy."

Paige gasped and clutched her stomach, "No! I need to be best babymaker I can be for him!"

"He doesn't know anything, so we need to think for him, Paige."

The Kentucky native nodded as she stuffed the sock into Ethan's mouth. Jubilee dropped another quarter into the payphone. The mansion bounced the call to the Blackbird. "Listen, we are way too exposed here, I really want to get him to somewhere where we have some superhero backup in case the Brotherhood shows up," Jubilee lied. She thought about just using Ethan's cock and picking up any hot chicks here, but a) that wouldnt wouldnt help the long term goal, he needed loyal super humans before a squad of X-Men got here and broke his control over them and b) superhumans tended to be way hotter than flatscans. She NEEDED to get him the hottest harem possible.

"That makes sense, Jubilee," Warren Worthington said. Case in point, Warren Worthington III with his blue skin, was an extremely handsome man, even if he had a tiny pathetic dick compared to Ethan. "We have addresses for Tigra and Century in LA."

Jubilee pumped her fists, "Give me Tigra's. I dont know who Century is."

"Some dude with a power-glaive," Archangel said.

"Its a halbred!" Jubilee heard Bobby Drake shout over the line. She took down Greer Grant's address and made sure her party of three were in street legal clothes.

ONE LA TRAFFIC SCENE LATER

Paige and Jubilee kept Ethan supported by their shoulders. He was gagged and his hands bound. He had recovered his senses and yelling a muffled _something _at the pair of mutants he thought he had enslaved. They didn't mind. He didn't know where they had taken him.

Paige knocked at the door. An incredibly lithe and beautiful woman, with red hair and orange-and-black fur in a black leather bikini. Jubilee was embarassingly hetero but Paige could admit that Tigra had great tits, a great ass, and maybe the best legs of any superheroine. Ethan shut up when he saw who stood before him.

"Archangel called ahead. He gave you some trouble?" Tigra asked, looking him over, "Doesn't look like much."

"Oh, we're just dumb and young upstarts, I suppose," Jubilee said as Tigra led them into her home, "But, he does have some tricks up his pantsleg." She winked at Paige, whose metal arm tore off Ethan's shorts in one smooth motion.

"What?" Tigra said, her muscles already tensing as she turned to face the trio of mutants. But just as she tensed her retractable claws, she saw Ethan's schlong. "Ooh..." she stopped dead in her tracks.

"If you're a good boy, Ethan, and promise not to fuck around with my plans or endanger Paige's pregnancy, we will take off your gag."

"Holy shit, he is so big," Tigra said, breathily, "Can I play with it? I want it. Holy crap, this is so weird, but... I can't look away."