Dick Sucking

"And that is why." Tony tapped the remote in his hand. The screen behind him flickered the presentation to the next slide. "We can afford to invest just six percent of our funds to the Stark Satellite fund."

"We can," Natasha rested her shoulders on the back of the couch. "But should we?"

"I don't know." Chris said, with a bagel, lodged in his mouth. He pulled it out and added. "The math makes sense."

Natasha glanced down at the Captain, who was seated below her. "Don't act like you understand a single bit of what he said."

"I.. What? Have you seen the numbers??

"Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "And half the shit he brought up didn't even make sense. He's just throwing around numbers and equations, so we'll get confused and just agree.

Following Natasha's gesture, Tony appeared flabbergasted. "Wow..." He said. "Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow... Bold of you to assume my numbers don't add up. Would you like me to explain each equation on screen? I'm sure if you understand, everything will become much more clear."

"No! No, please," Jessica spoke up for the first time since Tony's presentation had begun. She had only swung by the tower to address the young mutant that recently became a point of contention. But Tony's speech dragged on for far too long; now she just wants to say ''screw it'' and leave.

She noticed Tony's frown and added. "I mean..." She cleared her throat and lowered herself upside down by a web connected to the ceiling. "I totally agree with... Whatever it is you're trying to convey. Can we just move on?"

At that, Tony's face noticeably brightened. "You see! Steve and Jess both understand the importance."

"They understand the importance of you shutting up," Natasha said.

"I'm going to do us all a favor and pretend I didn't hear that."

"Yeah, what's with you lately?" Asked Janet. She sat on another couch, wearing her yellow and black dress,

Nearly everyone in the room, excluding Tony, were suited in their public hero attire. That includes Carol, who was seated beside Janet and was still in her black-yellow form-fitting costume from a few hours ago.

"She's just ticked we don't all share her trust issues," Carol said with crossed arms.

Janet's active eyes swished between Carol and Natasha; both women appeared to be glaring at each other with an unspoken fire in their eyes.

"I don't consider logic to be an issue." Natasha leaned up from the back of the couch and walked to the center of the room.

Tony gave her room by taking a few sidesteps. "Fine." He sighed. "We'll come back to the topic later."

"Look." She completely ignored Tony's blabble and addressed the room. "I'm trusting... To a point... I trust all of you here with my life. And I mean it."

"Awww..." Janet squeezed her arms over her chest. She didn't notice or, frankly, didn't care about the effect that had on her modest breast through the black corset she wore.

"But you don't trust the kid," Carol said. "I get it. I'm pretty sure we all do."

"With good reason." Natasha tapped a button on her belt, and the widescreen T.V switched to a recording; One of the boy in question, Jonathan Edwards. It showed a video of him approaching what appeared to be a concession stand in a mall. He walked up to the counter and got the hostess's attention. She said something inaudible, and then a few seconds later, her eyes turned glossy. The woman then retrieved some food from behind the counter and handed it to him without requesting any form of payment. "He has displayed his willingness to use his gift for literal crime. Why should we trust him exactly?"

"Oh, for the love of..." Carol pinched the bridge of her nose. She stood up and floated a few feet in the air. "Petty crime. That's what that is. And who here hasn't used their powers in some corrupt way at a point in their life?"

Steve raised his hand.

"Okay, but do you really have any powers?" Tony asked.

In response, Steve rose a brow. "Would you like to ask me that over an arm wrestle?"

"Do I get to bring a suit?

"No."

"I'll pass."

"As I was saying..." Carol continued. Her gaze was glued onto Natasha with a genuine level of anger; she felt somewhat obligated to defend this boy as Natasha's aggression was entirely unwarranted. "We have all, excluding Steve, used our gifts in ways we aren't proud to admit now. Even you for goodness sake! You worked for a group of terrorists. And yet Shield still took you in."

"That's different."

"How?" With a clenched fist, Carol added. "Because from what I'm seeing, you're judging a boy while forgetting that your own past wasn't all sunshine and rainbows."

"Because I can't do this?" Natasha tapped her hip again. The monitor behind her switched to a video of the boy in a school setting; he walked up to a girl who stood in the empty hall. But before the video could continue any longer, a sudden blast of energy reduced the large screen into a scattering pile of dust and glass.

"Hey!" Tony shouted. "Now was that warranted?"

Carol's fists were now glowing a faint yellow. "I've seen the clip. And I don't need to view it again."

"So you saw what he did to her?" Natasha challenged the floating woman as she gradually approached. "How can you defend a boy who would use his powers on a young, innocent girl just to get his perverted kicks? I definitely wouldn't-"

"I am not expecting you to excuse his past actions... But listen..." Carol placed her black leather-booted feet on the floor; she stood just a few feet away from Natasha and stared directly into her eyes. "He is eighteen and still has time to change. If we treat him like a monster, then that's all he's going to be."

Despite Carol outclassing her in nearly every way, Natasha didn't back down; the two women stood head-on, their gazes stern as ever. "We don't have to treat him like a monster. But we can put power dampening cuffs on him to remove the chance of him acting up."

"Well, if you're asking for my two sense," Steve spoke up. "If we don't give him a chance to prove himself, we might never learn to trust him."

"Okay, that." Natasha turned her head to the Caption. "Is something I'd expect from you. But really, Carol? The boy has proven to be a pervert. You saw it on camera."

"Yes. And if we go with that logic... Tony's a terrorist. You're a murdering psychopath. And I'm a criminal. I've proven it; there's video evidence on camera of me abusing my gifts. But you just said you trust me, right? How is that so?"

"You've saved me and the world enough times to-"

"Mmhm! I've proven myself because I was given the opportunity."

Natasha bit her tongue. She realized the irony in her statement.

"Okay, I see where you all are coming from." She admitted. "But the boy is a mind controller. I've been brainwashed before; it isn't nice to do things you don't want to do. To believe a life that you don't want to believe. I just can't reasonably trust someone who has not only shown to be devious but also has powers that we only trust in the hands of Jean Gray or the bald guy."

"The bald guy?" Janet said. "Come on, that's just rude."

"Which is why we vote on things." Carol took a step back and crossed both arms under her bust, ignoring Janet's intersection.

"It wouldn't be a fair vote." Jessica drew herself farther down from the web line connecting her to the ceiling. "The whole team isn't here."

Carol eyed the upsidedown woman. "We can vote with who we have."

"What's the point." Natasha threw her arms up and walked away. "You, Tony, Janet, and Steve make four. Jessica and I are the only ones with common sense."

"Maria sided with you, right?" Janet asked with a tilted head.

"Oh, sure. I forgot." Was the somewhat sarcastic response Natasha replied with, "That makes three to four."

"Hey! Hey! I'm here too!" Clint called out from the back of the room.

Natasha stopped in midstride.. She was a few steps away from the elevator that leads out of the main room when Clint's voice rang through her head. His presence had genuinely slipped her mind; he was quiet as a mouse the whole damn time and was at the far back bar, drinking whatever he could find below the counter.

"Are you for or against..."

"Na, I'm siding with the kid. Give him a chance."

His response did nothing more than make Natasha roll her eyes. She tapped her hand on the scanner pad beside the elevator and stepped in when the doors dinged open.

One of these days, her teammates' trust will be their undoing.

Everyone watched her leave the room in silence.

Jessica lowered herself further from the ceiling and glanced around. "I uh, I agree with her and all but... Um.. I'm trying not to have an attitude about it. Am I'm doing good?"

"Yeah, you're good." Janet squeezed her arms in front of her chest and smiled.

"Alright!" Tony stepped forward and clapped his hands together. "So back to Stark Satellite fund! As I was saying..."

Carol sighed.

This is amazing.

Genuinely. John has never felt such a rush using his powers before. Sure, in the past, he has used his mental voice for less... Honorable means. He'd have a girl remove her bra here or flash her panties there. Or he'd get a teacher to give him a high grade every so often when he wasn't able to earn it by his own merits.

But they were all minor and petty uses of his ability. He never, or very rarely, just went all in and made a mess. His father had a big part in that. He didn't want his son to become a monster, and even though John had the powers to cause chaos, he always chose against it, mostly to adhere to his passed father's wishes.

Though, looking at the way Mystique had her lips wrapped around his girth. John was considering the possibility that a little chaos here and there isn't such a bad thing.

The shapeshifting woman, still in the body of agent Hill, had a wet suction on his cock. She slurped up and down; the sloppy sound emanating from every slight gap between her mouth and his sweaty cock was music to his ears. One of her strong fingers had a firm yet gentle grip on his thigh as her whole head shifted atop his length.

She wore nothing but plain black panties, as plain as they could be when on the body of such a fit yet thick woman. Maria's meaty thighs and bubbly buttocks had her panties trapped between two large cheeks, cheeks that rested against her legs as she kneeled before him.

Well, no, the real Maria stood at attention beside the couch. She was focused on her phone, as John had given her the mental command to warn him when SHIELD was nearing the house. For a brief moment, John had roped the agent in on the sexual activity taking place, but it didn't feel right fucking around with the woman who had probably saved his life.

Don't get him wrong, it was hot seeing Mystique take the form and the agent and then proceed to make-out her. It was literally like watching Maria kiss, grope, and dominate herself. Damn it was fucking hot!

But a small part of him didn't feel content fucking around with her too much. So after Mystique had Maria pinned down, or one could say, after Maria had Maria pinned, he let the two continue to explore their identical bodies for a few minutes before he pulled the agent out.

Mystique was where his focus lay. Hill was a good person under her stern exterior, whereas the shapeshifter was not. There was absolutely no guilt as far as the eyes could see when it came to fucking around with her. If anything, it was funny. Humorous, one could say. He made the woman think she was in total control of herself. She thought that all her actions were of her own doing, as ridiculous as that is considering what has been transpiring here.

Watching this bitch suck his warm, sweaty cock was the most satisfying thing he has seen in a while. This bitch, no more than an hour ago, held a gun pointed to his face; she had not a single good intent in her mind with him. And now look, she's submitting herself wholly to him while believing that she's getting one on top.

In her mind, she believed that blowing him would let her escape. When the whole time, she has no idea that even if she did manage to slip away, the moment she exits the house, she'd be compelled to walk back in and kneel before him.

It was times like this where he wished he had the vocal ability to moan because his pulsing dick was nearing the moment of release.

His fingers were curled in Maria's short hair. ''Change back''

Mystique didn't hesitate while she bobbed on his shaft. Her whole body began to tingle every so slightly, Maria's black hair changed in color and grew from between his fingers. She continued to slurp, now back to her regular blue-skinned self, clad in her white dress.

Being in complete control of a shapeshifter was something else.

''Black Widow.''

Her body shifted to the cold-faced agent. She kept her hair, albeit a slightly different shade, and her curved body became more toned yet similar in thickness. The white dress became a skintight suit.

John reached down to grip the side of her breast to give it a squeeze.

''Storm.''

Suddenly her white skin was now a dark chocolate, her breasts grew in size against his hand as he continued to knead them. The red hair lost all its color and spilled over her sweaty shoulders and his moist saliva covered crotch. She wore a one-piece black outfit, with a corset holding her massive breasts with gold lining its edge, the rest of the outfit was made out of leather that clenched to her stomach and crotch like a second layer of skin. Who's to say how tight that thing clutched to her inner ass from behind; speaking of behind, her outfit was topped off with a black cape with a similar gold rim.

''Captain Marvel''

The black outfit shifted. The cape vanished, and her entire upper body, save for her shoulders and thighs, was replaced with a black suit with a yellow lightning bolt glued to her notably muscular figure. Her eyes were restricted by a mask with a white eyepiece, but it was obvious her attention was glued to his cock.

It was remarkable how she was able to seamlessly mimic the clothing of whoever he wanted her to become. Was the white dress she wore designed a specific way to coincide with her powers? Or could she shift into anyone while copying their clothing regardless of what she was wearing?

Whatever the case, it didn't fucking matter. Her lips wrapped around his shaft was the only thing on his mind. They were deceptively soft, literal moist pillows bridging her mouth. With her mouth latched onto his dick, she coaxed the bridge of arousal into an overflowing climax.

Jonathan's hands pressed on the back of the woman's head, pressing her down to the base of his shaft. Spittle leaked from the seal of her mouth as she gagged. With his hands gripping the strands of her white hair, John exhaled as his erection began to pump loads of ejaculate directly down her throat.

Mystique, with all her natural strength and ability to easily overpower him if she saw fit, just stayed in place, on her knees before him while ropes and ropes of his sticky cum stained her insides. Her Captain Marvel figure reverted back to the classic blue-skinned white dressed self that most recognized her as. The tight grip he held on her hair loosened along with his dissipating sexual thrill.

His breathing died down to a more steady hum, and he fully released his hold on the villainess's head. The couch accepted his weight as he leaned back with his eyes slightly closed.

Oh, this was great. He had Mystique totally and completely mind fucked. She literally danced for him and transformed into whatever hot babe he could think of just on command because he told her to. And then, to top it all off, he had absolutely no guilty conscience to weigh him down. This woman would have happily killed him if she had the chance; this was only her well-needed comeuppance.

The only bit of him that felt somewhat bad was how he used random and completely innocent heroines as a template for her to transform into, but they weren't the real deal. They just looked completely identical. Or identical to his or Mystique's mental image of them. And, it isn't any worse than fapping to pictures of heroine's online, which he had done more times than he'd be proud to admit.

After a nice long cum down a villain's throat. He could go for a just as nice and almost as long nap. Which, when around a criminal, might not be the best decision, but luckily for him, he has a SHIELD on standby.

"Hey!" Maria shouted.

John opened his eyes just in time to see Maria glance up from her phone. She had something that appeared to be a white glob on her face. The agent's reaction time was swift, but Mystique had the element of surprise; she extended a slender blue leg outwards and knocked Maria's gun aside before the agent could use it.

Well shit. This was his fault. He told Maria to focus on her phone. And as that was messaged as a command, that is precisely what Maria was doing. She couldn't focus on her phone and on him... Or maybe she could have, and he just didn't think about giving her the instructions to do so.

Regardless, it didn't matter. Maria took a defensive stance as if she expected the shapeshifter to attack, but instead, the blue-skinned beauty performed a flip in the air. Gravity was certainly beautiful, as her bountiful bosom bounced in a truly hypnotic manner while she proceeded to head for the door.

But it wasn't hypnotic enough for him to let her get away.

''Stop.''

He spoke into her mind just as she landed in front of the door. With an arm outstretched and reaching for the door, she gradually rose up to her full height and stood at attention with her back towards him.

It was odd. He gave her mind the command not to believe his powers were working on her. So regardless of what words he inserted into her subconscious, she wouldn't be able to realize that those thoughts weren't her own. But, when the command was to just stop in place... How did her mind justify that? She had been trying to escape, clearly in a quick manner, and suddenly she just decided to stand still inches away from freedom. Was there even a logical way she could absolve that decision?

Whatever.

"John," Maria was quick to approach me. "Are you alright?" Her thick ass was planted on the couch beside him; the way her tight bodysuit coated thigh rested against his limp dick was nearly enough to stir it back to life. Making her ignore any and all sexual activity that takes place in this house was a great command to put into her head.

"I'm sorry." She apologized. "I was far too occupied with my coms. Did she hurt you?" Oh wow, she blamed herself even though she was simply following orders.

''No I'm fine.'' He wordlessly responded. ''What did she do to you.''

Maria gritted her teeth as she retrieved a miniature folded handkerchief from her waist belt. "She spat your cum in my face right as I turned my head. I'm so so sorry. I'm here to protect you, and I allowed myself to get distracted by other things."

She did think it was her idea to stay with him in his house and focus on her phone. Both commands he implanted into her mind. But from her point of view, she completely trusts him, and his mental thoughts sound like her own inner voice, so she must not be putting two and two together to realize she's being manipulated.

Mystique is different, as she is far more distrusting or simply aware of the situation, at least she was until he put in the_ ''I'm too good to be controlled by some teen.'' _thought into her head.

Johnathan reassured her. ''I'm alright,'' It was touching to see her care for him, even though he sort of made her come off as more affectionate; this isn't how she'd naturally act, that's for damn sure. ''She won't be going anywhere.''

After saying that, Maria glanced back towards the entrance; she smiled as she saw Mystique standing posed at attached facing a closed door. John couldn't blame her; the natural bulge of her bubbly ass pressing against the back of her white dress was undoubtedly something one would smile at. Though, he was also smiling at the humorous sight of this high-ranking SHIELD agent rubbing his chode off her face with a napkin as if it were the most casual thing in the world. Watching her sit on the side of the couch and carelessly ignore the sight and smell of sexual tension in the room was fucking astounding.

"You're a good guy." She said. "Too many are focused on the harm you can do, but with a little trust." She nodded her head towards the door, "You're capable of great things."

''Thanks.'' He blinked. Her words were genuinely kind. But her face... Her face was something else; she wiped up most of the cum Maria had spat onto her bronze skin. Yet, there were just a few lingering stands of white goo tainting and contrasting against her dark-skinned face.

''Wipe up the last bit of cum with your finger and put it in your mouth.''

While she rubbed his shoulder with one hand, her other rose up and pointed an index finger out to smear the last bits of cum into a little blob on her finger. She opened her mouth and gradually inserted the cum carrying digit between her lips. Her mouth closed, and John could practically see her quietly shuffle the semen in her mouth from outside of her smooth cheeks.

There was an ever so inaudible gulp as she swallowed it down... And if that wasn’t enough to make John hard, then... Well, then nothing... His dick just wouldn't recharge in a few minutes. What is this, a Cross C story?

Anyway.

While John was struggling with the devil on his shoulder telling him to let Mystique rest and have more fun with the agent sitting her warm weight beside him. He was interrupted by her smooth assertive voice.

"They're on route, in the neighborhood, just a block away," Maria told him she had her eyes on her phone.

Well, that's that. No more fun time for him. He can only speak into one person's head at a time, so there's no point even bothering with multiple shield agents. Struggling to switch between Maria's head and Mystiques' was easy enough, especially after making one of them trust him completely and ignore anything that would border the line of sexual ****. But three or would be too much of a crowd.

''Go back to the chair and sit down, then wait to be cuffed.'' He spoke into Mystique's mind. ''You will comply with her and not resist until you are detained.''

It's funny how she had been standing at attention and staring at the door for over five minutes now in silence, and yet she somehow rationalized that she was in control of the situation.

Mystique suddenly turned on her heels and sashayed to the chair she had been previously held on. He didn't command her to sway her hips like that or to smirk villainously as she walked, so there was clearly something going on in her head. Maybe she had thought up some ingenious plan to escape; he isn't sure how acting sexually would assist her in that goal, but he isn't the one smirking, so what does he know?

She carefully folded the dress beneath her before sitting down in the chair, just in time for John to realize something. The room smelled like hot musky sex. Obviously, Maria didn't care, but one step inside would give away too much.

''You're in charge of all of these agents, right?'' He looked at Maria.

She tilted her head slightly. "Yes? Unless Natasha or Fury are here. Otherwise, I do outrank every other agent."

''Good. Tell them you will come out. Just be authoritative and stuff.''

"Oh? Are you telling me what to do?" She smirked and crossed her arms below her breasts. "Well, just like before with your question about my underwear. I am going to have to step my foot down. You should want them to come inside; I can show them all how you dealt with Mystique and saved my life. We need as many people as possible to side with you if we are to clear your image."

She does have a kind heart. Truly. But the woman was clueless as to how damn bad this would look, or smell, if anyone else were to take a step into the small, encased, and poorly ventilated room.

Besides, how does she think she can say no to him when he can so effortlessly enter her unprotected mind? For a top ranking shield agent, she was easily broken down by a few commands.

''You want to protect John in every and any way possible.''

She nodded her head. As if she agreed with herself over a good idea.

''Others will not casually accept sexual acts in this room as you do. They might think John had used his powers on you for sexual reasons, and they will retaliate against him.''

Her dark-brown lips turned into a frown.

''You do not want ANY harm to befall John and will...'' Maria stood up even while he was reasserting his command into her.

"I'll meet them outside. I can't have anyone getting upset with you if they don't like what they see in here." She approached the seated Mystique.

The villainess raised a brow towards the handcuffs Maria held up. She extended her blue arms out to be cuffed, following through with the order he gave her a few minutes ago.

John eyed those cuffs. He had to agree with Mystique, back when she asked Maria why she hadn't put him in those cuffs. If they truly dampen mutant powers, he wouldn't have been able to do any of the shit he had gotten away with. But fortunately, he made her trust him before she managed to latch those things onto his fingers.

Maria locked Mystique by the wrists and roughly pulled her to her feet. "Let's go." She said dryly before softening her voice and looked towards John. "They're pulling in, so I'm heading out now. I'll make sure to keep in contact with you."

That made John blink. He paused and thought for a second.

This would be his last chance to implant a command into either of these women. Maria, he might see again, but who's to say he'll be in range to use his powers. And Mystique might be put in some holding cell out in who knows where if he's going to do something, now's the time to do it.

But doing shit in the head of the moment is the easiest way to make mistakes.

Maria was already heading towards the door, with Mystique taking steps in front of her.

''Give John your phone number.'' Maria stopped a few steps from the door, and then let go of Maria to grab something from her belt. A small folded piece of paper along with a silver pen was retrieved, and she began to write something down while leaning her silver gloved hands on the wall. ''If you receive a text from him, that has a hashtag in front, and behind it, you will do exactly as the message says without question and believe it is your own idea, justify it however you need. You will also ignore that text when or if you come across it later.''

"Here's my number." She placed the paper on the table that laid beside the front door and smiled. "Feel free to contact me if you need anything." She smiled. "I'm on your side now."

Oh, he knows she is. There's no need for her to tell him that much.

"Ah! And in about thirty seconds, don't use your powers."

''Why?''

"Because..." She tapped the side of her oh so curvy hip... God, how many dicks could she fit up her...

*Beep*

John blinked at the sudden sound that came from his ankle.

"You're going to be monitored again in twenty-nine seconds, that's why."

Ah, yes. He forgot about that shit...

Fuck, that's going to suck...

Maria gave him a nod and turned to open the door. As the fresh air from outside poured in, John focused his attention on Mystique's departing figure and mentally spoke into her mind. ''You want to and will strive to protect John. You hate the thought of harm befalling him. You will do what you can to protect John. Johnathan is special to you, and you are his bodyguard.''

He wasn't sure how she would take those commands. Hell, he couldn't even see her face as she was halfway out of the house by the time those commands were pushed into her. But it would be interesting to see the results of that in the future, especially since any thoughts he puts into her mind are seen as her own ideas. Also, the thought of a woman who considered him to be nothing more than a rug, being converted into his protector, despite her being a well known terrorist villain, would be amazing. And to top it all off, she's a shapeshifter.

A shapeshifting sexy bodyguard that vows to protect him? Fuck that would be great.

Maria closed the door behind her, just as a few black vans pulled up onto the driveway.

A second and much louder *BEEP* came from his ankle, and it began to periodically flash a green light.

Well, he's back to being watched...

But that's fine; if anything, it shuts down any dark desires to **** his power. And Mystique helped serve as a puppet to relieve his stress without giving into any devious thoughts. After all, the bitch deserved it.

And he has both the phone number and a way to continue to control Maria Hill if he wished to do so.

So maybe shit isn't as black and white as he's making it out to be. All that's needed is a convenient time skip, and he'd get over things while learning to adapt to his new life lickety-split!

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