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“Jayne Boyd 009: Coldfinger”
Part 1, By Jotto
Suppose we open up the James Bond universe to tell stories about the other double 0 agents? That way we can let Bond be Bond, a straight white male, (you know, boring) and let all the other agents be a whole assortment of people that are different in every way. After all, there are nine other double zero numbers (if you include 000). I wonder if they have single zero agents like 011 and so on. But you do need double zeros in order to have a license to kill.
Any way… I suppose, (and demand), that one of those agents would be gay. And let us say this agent is named Jayne Boyd, because all your good action characters have J B for there initials, James Bond, Jack Bauer, Jason Bourne, Jett Black, Jesse B and so on. He has a blended heritage and genetics that arise from both Indian and Great Britain that come together in a most appealing way that is a stunning hit on diversity meter. His designation is…009. Why? Because he’s so good looking that that was the highest number they could give him and still be a double zero. Yes, the agents are assigned their numbers by how good they look, at least in my version of MI6. And it looks good when I convert 009 into the logo.
See.
So, here is the opening scene before the main lead credits. And can you imagine what those credits would look like with a gay theme?
FADE IN:
A large isolated and well secured mansion is surrounded by a jungle on a plateau in the rugged mountains of Thailand. On the edges of a typhoon, tropical trees are swayed near to the point of snapping. Taking full advantage of the havoc that the storm would wreak on the security sensors surrounding the mansion, our hero, Jayne Boyd slinks gracefully out of the dense vegetation as if were riding on the fierce winds. He stands a tall figure of a man in his skintight black lycra spandex catsuit. And even in the darkness of this stormy night, one could see how the suit he wears accentuates every rippling muscle of his perfectly honed body that has been formed by years of physical training and pain endurance priming. His rain soaked suit has taken on a glossy finish that reflects the lightning that creates a highlight that gives tantalizing clues of the alluring form that’s sheathed in black. He has been vetted and tortured by his own masters too make sure that he could endure any torment that he may be subjected to should he be captured by nefarious forces. A turn of his body reveals a massive manifestation of genetics, an attribute that makes him ideal for missions where it is known that he will encounter nefarious homosexuals and might have to use his sexual prowess to infiltrate evil organizations and there men that could be swayed by the sight of large genitalia. And Jayne was as big as they come. Initially, his prodigious manhood was seen as a potential liability by him and MI6, after all, the bigger they are, the easier they fall. But after the right type of conditioning that one of his trainers delighted in subjecting him to, it was seen that his cock and balls could withstand all forms of torture. And the fact that he had a sadist boyfriend helped to toughen him up as well. He lives for adventure and loves the pain. (Oh, now there’s a good tagline.)
He approached the electrified rod iron fencing that separated the mansion grounds from the jungle, But he held his position until the light in the office he had to infiltrate went out.
After the office went dark, the waited a few minutes more just to make sure the coast was clear. Then he sprung into action, the rubberized lining in his gloves and boots made it possible for him to scale his way up and over the electrified fence and into the secured domain of, Coldfinger (real name, Yai Klahan). A man so menacing, that just the gaze of his penetrating eyes and the touch of his cold hands could send shivers down the spine of even the most resilient of souls. Coldfinger suffered from hypothyroidism, a condition brought on by an unusually slow metabolism and a vitamin B1 deficiency. Legend has it that his cold touch is caused by his frigid unfeeling heart. And since it was well know that he was also gay made agent 009, Jayne Boyd, the perfect man for this mission. It was also surmised that Coldfinger could be influenced by Jayne’s stunning looks as his henchmen all seemed to meet a minimum standard of muscularity and attractiveness. Even a heart as cold as Coldfinger’s could still skip a beat at the sight of a gorgeous man.
In seconds, Jayne has traversed the well groomed grounds and is at the window to the office. He pulled a high tech contraption from his the waistband of his suit. A few quick jabs and a twist, a magnetic pulse, and the alarm sensor is disabled and the window swung open. Jayne, moved as swift and silent as a cat and closed the window to keep the stirring winds at bay. The faint glow of a desk lamp highlighted his stunning form and illuminated his target, Coldfinger’s computer. His mission was that computer and to download any information on a project called, “Sugar Boy”.
Jayne darted over to the computer and did a search for “Sugar Boy”. In rapid succession, a flurry of schematics and equations filled up both screens. But there’s no time for him to analyze what he’s looking at, so he pulled a high capacity thumb drive from the waistband of his suit and plugged it into the computer. A couple of clicks of the mouse and all that information was copied onto his drive. There was so much information that it took longer than he would have liked. When the download was complete, Jayne pulled his drive out of the computer. He was about to just stick the thumb drive into his pants, but then decided to take extreme measures to conceal this valuable information in the event that he was caught. He pulled down the back of his tight fitting pants exposing his muscular and bulbous ass and shoved the thumb drive up is supple manhole.
He shoved it in deep, so deep that his whole hand had disappeared up his ass and has pushed the thumb drive past his second hole. Oh, what one does for king and country. The sensation of fisting himself did start to stimulate him and he gave a passing thought to spraying a load of his milk across Coldfinger’s desk, but since he does take his job seriously, he stayed on mission. Once the drive is secure inside of him, he pulled his fist out and pulled his pants up. As Jayne put the computer back to sleep, he wondered if any of the transferred scent of his asshole would be detected by, Coldfinger. It made him smile to know that in some small way he has defiled an evil man’s domain.
Just as he turned back to the window, a henchman on patrol barged into the room and turned on the lights. Little did agent 009 know that the act of opening the window had affected the thermostat and activated the climate controls which alerted the guards. Jayne froze in his tracks waiting for the henchman to make the first move. But the henchman was equally stunned by the sight of a perfect male body clad in a skintight layer of black spandex. And he was even more so captivated by the huge pouch containing Jayne’s notable manhood hovering over Coldfinger’s desk. Jayne could see where his eyes were focused and decided to take advantage of the obvious attraction. With his hands up, Jayne sauntered around the desk while pursing his thighs together to further accentuate his manly mound.
The henchmen ordered, “Hold it right there. Don’t move.”
The henchman’s Australian accent was unexpected and amused Jayne. And the Aussie’s super buff body actually intrigued the British spy as well.
Jayne’s eyes gave evidence of a smile that was hidden under his mask, “G’day mate. Like what you see, do ya?” He said with a culturally insensitive version of an Australian accent.
Jayne took one more step towards the Aussie, but the henchman was good at his job and wasn’t taking any chances and shot off his taser. The electrified darts hit Jayne right on his dick, after all, that was where he was looking. The shock paralyzed Jayne with a jolt that sent his body into vibrating convulsions. And as an enhanced student of pain, the shock also caused him to have an orgasm. The ejaculation was so strong that it shot through the sheer fabric of his suit as if it wasn’t even there at all.
Jayne collapsed facedown onto the floor with the smack of dead meat. The henchman was astonished by the spontaneous discharge brought on by his taser that he kept the trigger depressed just to see how long he could keep the intruder’s sperm flowing. Jayne’s unconscious body kept shuddering as a pool of his baby-batter started to emerge from under him and spread out across the beautiful parquet flooring.
The henchman summoned Coldfinger to the office not only to inform about the intrusion, but he knew that his boss would love to set his eyes on this hunky slab of beef even though his presence represents a serious breach of security. Two minutes later, Coldfinger strolled into the office and stood smugly over the supreme body of the stunned spy who was still having orgasms tased out of him.
Coldfinger lit a cigar as, “Well, well, well, who do we have here? And would you look at that ass.” Coldfinger turned to his henchman, “Take this studmuffin down below and let’s see if he’s as strong as he looks. Oh, and would you be a good boy and mop up his mess before it ruins the floor.”
Sometime later…
Jayne regained consciousness naked and shackled to a chair in the middle of small square room where all sides are formed by impenetrable cement. The cool and musky air chilled his bare flesh. As his vision regained clarity, it confirmed what he was feeling, he has been stripped naked and restrained to an unforgiving chair. A cough cleared his throat and got the attention of Coldfinger. The huge yet well dressed man sauntered over to Jayne as he is lit a cigar. Jayne had heard that Coldfinger was an imposing figure of a man, but a bit like seeing the Grand Canyon in person, only now could he fully appreciate the magnitude of his bulk as it swayed to and fro as he got closer. The penetrating focus of Coldfinger’s eerie doll-eyed gaze seemed to cut into Jayne’s soul as he loomed over him.
Coldfinger puffed on his cigar, “Well, who do we have here? Someone from M.I.6 I suppose. We found that lock pick gadget of yours, very advanced and slick looking. Some of Q’s best work. Yes, I am familiar with the inner workings of your organization. And then we have you. You were able to thwart my defenses like it was a walk in the park for you. And then there is your body, a prime example of the male form crafted by the very demanding regimen of military and espionage training. You are a spy machine tuned to perfection. But with a cock like that, you should have been a porn star. Yes, I noticed it. Were you hoping I would be distracted by that? No, I have dozens of such cocks under my command, so a huge cock even as unique as yours wont sway me. But, oh that face of yours, so young and sharp, with skin so smooth.”
Coldfinger gently placed his hand under Jayne’s jaw.
Coldfinger pined, “Oh, to wake up to this face every morning on the pillow next to mine would be a joy. But that’s not to be since you stole from me. Yes, a brief examination of my computer confirmed that a pretty little bird downloaded proprietary information to an external drive. But when I stripped you and thoroughly searched all of your cavities, we couldn’t find any such device. Yes, I had my cold fat hand up your beautiful ass.”
Jayne imagined what it must have looked to have that huge man’s arm up his ass.
He wasn’t sure whether to be offended or proud that someone was impressed by his body, or at least certain parts of it. Oh, how he does love a good fisting every now and then. And the thought of it was enough to make him hard, but not now, not yet, he can’t get a boner now. He has to wait until the timing is just right, when it would play to his advantage and not theirs. In the spy game timing is everything. So Jayne pushed that thought out of his head and concentrated gaining his freedom.
Coldfinger continued, “As a matter of fact, I had half my forearm up in you before I gave up looking for it. Just amazing how an ass as tight as yours could be so yielding. So…where is it? Did you swallow it hoping to pass it through later?”
Jayne once again tried not to let that titillate him as he forced his head out of Coldfinger’s cold touch, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Coldfinger let out a devilish chuckle, “I didn’t think you would. As it so happens, I was hoping you’d be stubborn so that I get to do it the hard way. I like doing it the hard way.”
Jayne was defiant, “So do I, bring it on, big man. I can handle any heat you’re packing.”
Coldfinger raised a finger to hush his captive, “Oh, not so fast, you hot dish of vindaloo. I know you M.I.6 guys are trained to endure the pain. Hell, I hear your training has made it so that you even love the pain, turned you into masochists, the whole lot of you British agents. So I won’t waste my time and energy trying to hurt you because I know I can’t. Besides, I have to keep myself fresh for an important meeting I have coming up. Which is why I will have my man, Angus here work you over to test your tolerance for pain.”
Walking around from behind Jayne is a man of superior mass and muscles, the same guy who tased him earlier. But this time, Angus has shed his shirt to reveal a mesh tank top shirt that shows off his hulking brawn. And the harsh light of this dungeon clearly showed just how form fitting his ash-black jeans hug very curve and bulge that make up the lower half of his body. He sneered as he kicked Jaynes legs apart and took his place between them while punching his fist into his hand. He alternated between his left and right as he cocks his head causing the vertebrae in his neck to crack like rapid gun fire. His look told Jayne that he owned him and that he will destroy him. But it was also a look that vacillated between rage and desire as his eyes scanned Jayne’s alluring body. And the attraction was mutual and would have been acted upon if the situation wasn’t so adversarial.
Coldfinger continued, “I thought we Asians were the toughest on the planet, and then I met Angus. He’s so tough that the boogieman looks for him under his bed.” Coldfinger waits for a laugh that never comes. “Nothing? That was a joke. Jeez, why so serious? Oh yeah, you’re about to get beat up something fierce, quite possibly to your death. Sometimes, he just doesn’t know when to stop. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to step back so I don’t get any of your blood on my suit.” Coldfinger turned to Angus, “Angus, I know you’re chomping at the bit to get to work? And feel free to put in some overtime on this one.”
Angus sneered, “Sure thing, boss. But you know the saying, if you do what you love for a living, you’ll never have to work.” Angus addressed Jayne, “G-day mate, care to tell me your name and who sent you?”
Jayne prepared himself for the incoming flurry of harden fists by mentally separating himself from his pain receptors. He also distracted himself by concentrating on just what a stud Angus was. On any other day, Jayne wood have loved to share a bed, (or even a dark alley) with this musclebound bloke. Jayne’s eyes leered at his flexing biceps as they became more and more engorged with every thunderous clap of his fist.
Jayne put on a brave face, “No I wouldn’t. But you can call me your’s, sweetness.”
Angus was as fast as a bolt of lightning as he sent his brick-hard fist into Jayne’s jaw sending the inside of his cheek into his teeth. Blood flew out of his mouth with this first devastating blow.
Jayne shook it off as blood welled up in his mouth. The taste of his blood and the his stunned senses excited his masochistic tendencies. To be naked, shackled to a chair and worked over by such a hottie triggered Jayne’s libido. The secret agent knew he couldn’t keep it under control any more and set free the beast between his legs, the only weapon currently at his disposal. He let the veins in his cock close up forcing his blood to pump up his cock. Maybe, just maybe, this could distract his captors enough into having sex with him instead of beating him.
Jayne leered up at Angus with wanting eyes as he huffed out, “Oh…you’re good. Such power, such strength, you are my type of man.”
Jayne started to undulate his hips to draw attention to his pendular cock that was quickly becoming harder and rising to the occasion. He was sincerely turned on by the abuse of a powerful man. And all this happened before Angus could wind up for his signature uppercut. As Angus kept Jayne’s pendular cock in sight to watch it sway as he hit him, he was intrigued by his victim’s reaction. But Angus was even more turned on by inflicting pain to such a beautiful man and quickly prepared for another stunning blow. Coldfinger was also immediately taken by the burgeoning manhood and held back his Angus’s next blow with a simple touch to his muscular shoulder that was already rippling with potentially violent energy. Angus stepped aside so that Coldfinger could take his place between Jayne’s splayed legs. Coldfinger reached out to touch Jayne’s engorged cock, but hesitated for fear of falling under its spell. But he couldn’t help his own curiosity so he went ahead and touched it anyway. He placed the tip of his cold finger under the plump head of the phallic beast and coaxed it about for a brief moment. Jayne looked up with pride that his attention getting cock had once again distracted a powerful men.
Coldfinger smiled, “You’re proud of this, aren’t you? I would be too. But this just confirms that you are M.I.6. Yes, I know that double zero agents are trained to not only endure pain, but enjoy it as well.”
Having once been a kickboxer in his younger and hungrier days, it was easier than you would think for a man of Coldfinger’s bulk to balanced on one foot while he placed his expensive leather shoe right on Jayne’s scrotum. His scrotum was riding on the edge of his seat which made it an easier target when his cock got high and tight. Coldfinger ground Jayne’s sack into the chair forcing his balls to squeeze out on both sides of his shoe. Jayne truly found the pain…exquisite. His cock got even harder and he leaned into the pain.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Jayne panted out.
Jayne cried out, “Oh, you fat fuck, yeah, come on, grind my balls! Fuck, is that all you got? Come on, harder!”
Coldfinger was astounded, “Would you look at that. I think he really likes it.”
Coldfinger stomped on his balls repeatedly trying to break Jayne and make him beg for mercy. But all he got out of the well trained spy was cries of ecstasy and challenges for more. Coldfinger’s foot came down so hard on Jayne’s balls that it actually caused the chair to move back. The screech of wooden legs sliding across the smooth cement floor seemed to harmonize with the deep squeals of the willingly tormented spy. And just as Jayne’s cock started to percolate a heavy stream of precum, Coldfinger’s smartwatch chimed an alert. Coldfinger halted his assault as if he were attending to business as usual.
Coldfinger looked at his watch, “Damn, my investors are starting to arrive. I never get to have any fun.” Coldfinger turned to Angus, “I have to take care of this. But while I’m gone, why don’t you see if you can find the breaking point of our unwanted guest. And if you can’t, then why don’t you try fucking him, you’ve earned it. Besides, he looks like he’s a top, and I bet he wouldn’t like your fat cock up his ass.”
Angus smiles, “With pleasure, sir, with pleasure.”
Coldfinger left through a large steel door. The hinges squeaking and the door thundering when it slammed shut added a sinister score to Angus as he retook his desired place between Jayne’s legs. Angus grabbed the notable bulge of his black jeans and kneaded it until it became bigger and firm.
Angus licked his lower lip, “Ya see that? I’m gonna be shoving that bad boy up your ass after I soften you up a bit.”
Jayne scoffed as he looked at his bulge, “Shit, I’ve put bigger things up my ass just for fun. You’re going to have to come up with a bigger threat than that.”
WHAM! Like a lightning strike from out of the blue, Angus’s fist crashed into Jayne’s jaw so fast that he didn’t even see it coming. Jayne’s wits were thoroughly scrambled.
As Jayne shook it off, “Shit, you hit like a sheila.”
Angus sneered, “Yeah, right, pretty boy. You’re setting yourself up for a proper thrashing.”
Jayne spat out some blood, “Oh really, did somebody else just walk in?”
“I’m sure gonna enjoy making your pretty face ugly.”
Jayne smirked, “Good luck with that. I’m so fucking handsome that I even make bruises look good.”
Angus laughed at Jayne’s brazen self-assurance, “Well, let’s see if I can’t at least wipe that smile off your face.”
Before Jayne could brace himself, Angus unleashed a barrage of hammering fists upon his gorgeous face. Angus knew it was like defacing a work of art, but he had little regard for beauty and only respected strength. A right to the face, followed by a left, followed by another right. And thus began a vicious cycle of head blows that had the sole aim of wiping that smirk off Jayne’s face and making him less than attractive. While it did make Angus feel good to see bruises accumulate on Jayne’s chiseled face, to see his bronze skin turn black and purple, to see blood trickling from his nose and mouth, it was also frustrating him that he was failing to wipe that smile off of Jayne’s face. Yes, while Jayne was trained for this, the pain and the taste of his blood was something that he truly revealed in. Forever a masochist, Jayne loved that his fabulous body was stripped naked and violated. That even as he was being thrashed, his huge cock stood tall and defiant temping both rage and lust from such a muscular man. He had an out-of-body experience and looked upon his body and became truly aroused as his cock started to slap the inside of Angus’s thighs and rub up on the dense bulge in Angus’s pants.
Angus had stepped in to make the beatings more intimate. As much as he wanted to beat Jayne to a pulp, he also wanted to feel that gigantic cock press up against him. And after a few more blows to Jayne’s head, Angus couldn’t deny the indelible nature of Jayne’s fortitude and the majesty of his cock any longer and just wanted to get on that thing. Angus started to respect Jayne and stopped beating him. Angus leaned on his broad shoulders and started riding Jayne’s cock, sliding his groin up and down his prey’s defiantly throbbing shaft of virility. It took Jayne a second or two to come out of the assault induce daze, but quickly realized he was making some headway as he could feel the hot breath of Angus sweeping past his ear and down his neck. He could feel Angus’s cock trying to bust out his pants as it pressed into his. Jayne responded in kind as he thrusted back with turns of his hips sending his superior phallus harder into Angus. The two men gazed into each other’s eyes and knew this interrogation was about to take a turn. Jayne wanted to kiss the man who had done such a good job of arousing him and went for a kiss. Jayne managed to press his lips against Angus’s lips, but Angus didn’t want any of that gay stuff and reared back his head away from Jayne’s attempt of intimacy. Angus was a hardcore top homosexual and only wanted do dominate other men. However, for the first time in his life, Angus considered being subservient to another man as he wanted to more closely examine such an extreme specimen of a cock. Angus took to his knees and caressed Jayne’s cock. Jayne knew he had him, but just needed to draw him in closer if he was to achieve his ultimate goal, freedom.
Jayne licked some of the blood from his lips. Knowing that even feigned resistance would turn him on. “What, how dare you touch my cock like that. You think just because you made me get hard that you can have your way with me?”
Angus grabbed Jayne’s cock hard at the base with one hand and slapped it sharply, “Shut up, you little bitch, this belongs to me now.”
Jayne gasped at the slapping of his cock. He liked it, “Think you’re man enough to handle it?”
Angus growled, “I’m sure man enough to beat your ass. I think I’ll cut off your monster cock and mount it my trophy room with all the other beasts I’ve hunted down. Yeah, this’ll look just fine up on the wall right beside the rhino head.”
Jayne’s morbid side rather liked the sound of that, “Hm, one big horn beside another? Yeah, I’d like to see that.”
Angus pressed Jayne’s cock into his man cleavage formed by the rippling muscles of his pecs and worshipped it dearly. The behemoth boner weeped another drop of its’ clear elixir that has bewitch many other men and can now claim one more.
Angus was mesmerized, “I think…it’s beaconing me.”
Jayne thrusted his cock closer to Angus’s lips, “You know it is. Go ahead, answer it, taste it, taste how sweet it is.”
Angus had never placed his lips on a cock, not even his own considerable cock. But this one was different. It was a beautiful freak of nature that needed to be fully experienced. Angus was transfixed on the drop of clear liquid that sat balanced on the tip of the huge cock and watched as it grew too big to stay in place. Angus blew on the droplet to prompt it over to one side and it started to run down its’ bulbous head. Angus stuck his tongue out almost dipping it into the viscous runoff. His tongue hovered for a second as he dared himself to take the plunge. And then he did it, his tongue dipped into the sweet tea, and it was good. Angus wondered what he had been missing out on his entire life by not going down on another man and pressed on. His tongue seemed to have a mind of its’ own as it extended further and entered the open maw of Jayne’s drooling cock.
It had been a while since anybody else had sounded Jayne’s cock. He was always able to do that to himself, but it’s always so much more thrilling when someone else does it to you. Jayne shuddered and his cock tingled with a sensation that was powerful enough to distract him from his mission. So he gave in to the moment and let Angus explore his undiscovered country. Angus’s tongue twisted and turned and teased at the entrance to Jayne’s cock causing the British spy to forsake his king. And whenever Angus went off to explore other parts of the extraordinary cock, Jayne would plead with him to just keep doing that thing with his tongue.
It was a good thing that Angus wasn’t actually interrogating Jayne any more because Jayne would have divulged any of the state secrets he knew just too keep that tongue lashing at his cock.
Some unknown amount of time later, Jayne was just about brainwashed with ecstasy and Angus had switched loyalties from Coldfinger to the giant cock he had come to worship. Then as Jayne could sense the imminent flood of semen that was building up inside his body, the intensity of it forced him to remember why he was there in the first place and why he allowed his body to be compromised by a thug. And he loved it, being a spy sent to exotic lands, to use his brain and his body to achieve clandestine objectives. And in this case, he successfully converted a committed top into a cock sucker. And as his cum was about to explode out of his cock, his spy instincts took over and his legs wrapped around Angus’s neck, flipped him around and pulled him into his groin. Angus found himself unable to push or pull himself away from Jayne’s crotch and desperately tried to break free from Jayne’s legs which were now cutting off the flow of air to his lungs. It was euphoric for Jayne to have a total hunk overpowered and trapped between his legs as he was having the best orgasm of his life. And yes, even the taste of his own blood excited him by reminding him of his own mortality and that all that he ultimately had was that moment in time. His past had been erased by M.I.6, and his future was unknown. If he died in the line of duty, his existence would be denied and his heroics would go untold.
And of all the things he could have said, he grunted out, “For king and country!” A reprise to remind himself of his oath, and a declaration against the man who had tried to beat him into submission.
TO BE CONTINUED…