(An Unexpected Result)
For Stan and Jeremy, it had been a busy day and rather productive thus far. Jeremy had woken up at 6:00 A.M. station time, jolted by a rather erotic wet dream. He had gotten up, put his robe on, and shook Stan awake. He had got up, and Jeremy wanted to shower before breakfast. He had asked Stan, even outside of game if he would blow him, He had smiled and gotten down on his knees right in the shower and took care of his friend.
They had checked, and that torrential storm was still raging outside. There was no sign of the LT or anyone else, so they worked together to make breakfast. After eating and dressing, they had gone to the lab, and the track Stan had put the A.I. on had taken off. After some assembly with the equipment, they went to the lab in the med bay. Stan had told Jeremy what he needed in a gel, and he had found the densest gel they had stocked for sonograms.
As Stan finished assembling and making last-minute adjustments to the equipment. Jeremy had coated the artifacts with the gel. They were finally ready, so they pulsed all the artifacts five times. It had worked; the material was so dense that the A.I. had to image what it had captured and construct the images digitally. It was going to work, even as powerful as that computer was. It would just take time.
They both smiled as they looked at the A.I. assessment, and Jeremy had patted Stan on the shoulder. In the morning, they would have images and maybe some idea of what they were dealing with. There was nothing for it now but to wait, so they left the lab and approached the den.
Jeremy had tried to pull up a recipe from the internet for lasagna, but it was nonfunctional now for some reason. Something to do with that never-ending storm raging outside. He had looked around in the base library and found some recipe books. Thankfully, Jeremy found a recipe that was easy to follow for lasagna. He had followed it, and Stan had helped as much as he could, and now it was cooking; I must wait on that too.
They had been in the kitchen working for about forty minutes, and a sharp sound from the den had almost made them trip over one another. One looked to the other, and with Jeremy leading and Stan right behind him, they had gone to investigate. There was a relay panel over to the side of where the TV was mounted. Stan walked around. He had some experience with this kind of stuff. It was a relay box to the satellite phone projected onto the TV.
Jeremy had walked around in front of the TV. It took Stan a few minutes to figure out how it worked. He turned it, and on the television was their long-lost LT, with some other people in the background. Stan had a picture, but he hadn’t got the audio right yet; then he finally flipped the right switch.
The LT said, “Hey guys, you hear me?”
Jeremy was mesmerized for a second, Stan walked over and said, “Yeah LT, can you hear us?”
The LT grinned and said, “Thank goodness I was worried about you guys.”
Jeremy said, “We were worried about you too, sir. Where are you?”
The LT said, “I am at Amundsen Scott Pole Station, where I flew to get extra supplies. I had a small mechanical problem with the chopper, and before I could get it fixed, the storm of the century descended. Is your power grid functional?”
Stan and Jeremy exchanged glances, unsure why he was asking about it.
Everythingmy said, “Everything is tip-top here, LT, as we know. Is something wrong?”
The LT said, “As they say when it rains, it pours. About two and a half hours ago, something happened here, and we lost all power. We have tried to reach all the bases, and thus far, you are the only ones who have answered. We managed to get the auxiliary generators up here, but they must bring some emergency parts to regain their main power grid. Look, I don’t want to spook you guys.”
Jeremy didn’t like the sound of this; Stan wanted information.
Stan said, “What is the problem, LT we’re fine?”
The LT said, “Apparently, this wasn’t localized to just here; many places we call out to by satellite phone are not responding. We have heard from the military that it’s not an attack; whatever it was, it was wide-ranging, and many have been affected. I have tried to call you guys like ten times. After this morning, I assumed you had been affected, too.”
Stan had a strange look on his face, “No LT, we just don’t spend much time up here, we are usually in the lab, or you know, busy.”
The LT grinned, “Well, you would be. Look, I will fly back as soon as the storm clears. Hell, it sounds like you are in better shape than this place. They say this storm will leave here in two and a half days. So, I guess I will see you then.”
Jeremy said, “CYA LT.”
Stan said, “Take care, LT.”
It went to a satellite splash screen. Stan walked over and turned it off. He turned back to Jeremy, who was still looking odd.
Jeremy asked him, “What is wrong, man?”
Stan said, “For once, I will say it. How about you fix us a drink? You can make mine a double, I believe is the phrase.”
Jeremy was mixing something different, “What is wrong, Stan?”
The blond sat on the couch, “It could be a coincidence, which I don’t believe in. He said the shit hit the fan about two and a half hours ago; that corresponds to the time we began pulsing those artifacts with high-frequency sound waves that did penetrate them.”
Jeremy brought him a drink and sat beside him with one of his own.
Jeremy said, “If the trouble originated here, why would we not be affected?”
Stan took a big gulp of his drink that tasted pretty good, almost like iced tea.
Stan said, “For one reason, I have seen the wiring in the lab, in the hallways, I paid attention in the generator room, when the LT showed us around. This place is hardened out of the wazoo. As in, would I rather be down here or in an F-35 during a massive EMP, fuck the F-35, one of the reasons this place cost so much?”
Stan emptied his drink, Jeremy grinned a little, indeed it wasn’t as bad as the LT was assessing?
He got up and promptly mixed Stan another, “You like that better than scotch, do you?”
Stan said, “Do I ever, what is that? They taste good, and I already have a little buzz.”
He needed to get the hot blond's mind away from dark avenues of thought, plus he was getting horny again.
He said, “Make a deal with you, Dr. Stan.”
“You are like trying to make a deal with the devil. I’ll bite. What is your deal?”
“That is a Long Island Iced Tea, and my dad makes like the best, with me pulling a close second. Let me take up the lasagna and put it away for later, take the stuff back so I can keep plying you with it, and let’s have us a game of round 8?”
Down in the sleeping quarters, Stan had just lost his clothing, and Jeremy liked to watch. The tanned blond lay on his stomach, stuck his feet at the knee, and gathered up three pillows to elevate his chest. He took a big gulp of the Long Island Tea.
Jeremy got the game out and began unpacking what he needed.
Stan was a bit giggly, but his powerful brain was still working,
He asked, “Are we not skipping a level? Didn’t we play six last time?
Jeremy took his clothing off, standing at attention—oh, at what was lying on that bed!
He smiled, “You are correct, Dr. Stan, but now it’s eight a deals a deal.”
Stan laughed a little, “It is like making a deal with the devil. Your diplomas, do any of them say Old Scratch on them?”
Jeremy said, “Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m a man of wealth and taste. And I am going to utilize the Stan to make the super-flu; on the west coast, whence you came, they will call it Captain Tripp’s.”
Stan grinned and said, “I know who the Rolling Stones are, and I did read, “The Stand’.
Jeremy grinned at him and dealt ten cards out in sequence to each of them.
Stan drained his drink and said, “Can I please have one more if I am willing to go all the way to level 8.”
Jeremy smiled at him and reached behind where he had put the bottles and had a fresh one for him.
Stan laughed, “You are the damn devil.”
He accepted it and took a drink. “Okay, game face time. There’re two things I take seriously: gunfighting and cards.”
Jeremy indicated his cards, “Shall we begin, sir?”
Stan said, “I suppose so, thanks for the drink. Though on the givens, throw them in the action deck. Otherwise, this damn game gets quite repetitive.”
Jeremy said, pointing to his hard cock, “If that is the shortest path getting you servicing that, let’s rock.”
Stan said, “1. I will stipulate that I agree to be the other player's bottom.”
In the Action Deck.
Stan said, “2 You honor, I will also stipulate that the other player may restrain me.”
In the Action Deck.
“Next 3, I will agree and happen to be fond of either sucking the other player’s dick or having them mouthfuck me.”
In the action Deck.
“4 I think we have a long-established tradition of, yes, the other player may fuck me up the ass.”
In the Action Deck.
“5 I will happily worship the other player's balls until the Navy ship returns.”
In the Action Deck.
Stan paused a second, 6“I will stipulate I will rim the other player.”
In the Action Deck.
Stan paused again, Let’s play card 7 he selected, and Jeremy did.
Card 7 Stan: 1. I will allow the other player to humiliate me.
Jeremy: 2. I would like to humiliate the other player.
In the Action Deck
Stan said on card 8, “So let it be written in the anal sex of history. I will worship the other player’s feet.
In the Action Deck.
Stan looked at card 8 for a minute, “If the other player wants to, I suppose this is extraneous to kissing. The other player can spit in my miserable mouth. That is what the fucking card says, whatever.
Stan said we will have to play 9, it new and has a relatively exciting choice.
Card 9 Stan: 3. I will agree with what option the other player makes.
Jeremy: 2. If I like, I will make the other player take it ass to mouth.
In the Action Deck.
Stan asked, “What is this on card 10?”
Jeremy looked at it and quickly consulted the rules.
He said, “This is when you must start using some of this other crap that came in the game. The top designate, guess that’s me, rolls this blue six-sided dice. What it lands on goes into the action deck.
He picked it up, rolled it, and read, “The bottom does not get to come during this game.
Stand did not look happy.
Jeremy didn’t care much for it either, “Let’s burn that one.”
He rolled it again and said, “When the top comes, they will give the bottom a facial and cum shot to the mouth. There was a placeholder for that, so......
In the Action Deck.
Jeremy leaned forward and said, “Stan, do we have an actionable deck?”
Stan said, “This game seems to get grimmer.”
“Well, Stan, it’s designed for Master/Slave and BDSM types. We don’t have to play it.”
Stan grinned at him, “There was never a better teacher than experience. Let fly.”
Jeremy didn’t waste time. He gathered some stuff from the wardrobe that didn’t lead to Narnia. He returned, threw some things on the bed, and stood there.
“You will have to stand up for this, Stan.”
He got up and then noticed, “Is that a straitjacket?”
Jeremy said, “It sure is, and it falls under restraints. Turn around and stick your arms out, please."
Stan just did, and Jeremy easily slid it into place. In no time, he had him laced up and locked in it.
“You seem to be quite familiar with these.”
Jeremy smiled at him and said, “Psyche rotation, you get familiar with them—some of these things you are not used to. There is not anything to them when one thinks about it. Down on your knees, Stan, he helped the blond in the straitjacket down on his knees.
He stood over him and said, “Watch what I mean. Look up at me and open your mouth.”
Stan looked up at him and opened his mouth; Jeremy spit several times down into it. Stan just looked at him. Jeremy got down on his knees close to him.
He said, “Now, how was what I did any different from this?”
He leaned forward and put his lips to Stan’s mouth, and he parted them as usual, and he stuck his tongue in, and they kissed for a couple of minutes.
He leaned back and said, “You see, it would be easy to argue the kiss is much more invasive because I am putting half my face in your mouth. Much of it is just experiencing it; most of the time, the thought stops people. Try it, then if it’s a no-go, throw those cards away. “
He got up and went over to their stuff, much of which was still unpacked. He rummaged around and found what he was looking for. He returned to the bed and wore a pair of Nike tennis shoes. He got them on and laced them up, then stood before Stan.
Jeremy said, “Lean down and lick the shoes, and not small licks, make like that is my cock you are licking.”
Stan bent down and began to lick his shoes, and the man wearing them let him take his time.
As the blond worked, Jeremy said, “The whole idea behind this is psychological, and you will be smart enough to understand this. It is the same with guys who like you to worship their feet, though it is more stimulating. This is stimulating as well, look up at me Stan.”
The blond did, and Jeremy smiled at him and patted the side of his head.
This stimulates the nervous system of someone with sensitive feet and someone running a tongue over them, but not as much as the tongue would. What happens here, and we won’t do this much, not a kink of mine. For those it is to, it makes the one telling the other to do it feel powerful and in control of them.
Jeremy said, “Some people like to be controlled in this fashion. They get as much enjoyment out of licking the shoes of someone exercising that control over them as the person wearing them can.”
The petite blond was licking away, Jeremy thought fuck that’s a waste of an excellent eager tongue.
“Stop Stan.” He did and looked up.
He sat down, took his tennis shoes off, and threw them back over where the bags were. Then he stood and came over to the blond.
“Now Stan rise a little and suck my cock, I know you like doing that.”
He held it down straight for him, and Stan was on it quickly, and he was a fast learner. He took his hands and put them on the side of his hair. He started pulling him further on it but was not rough with him.
“Oh, fuck yeah, now that is miles better any day than any old shoe leather without any neurons in it. What do you think, Stan?”
“Uhm.”
“People can even use this aggressively.” He pulled Stan down on him deep till he gagged but quickly let him go. He returned to what he was doing, which was good enough for Jeremy.
“There is a whole subculture of people out there called ‘Gag the Fag.’ It is more stimulating to a Dominant than shoe licking, but it is based on the same principle. I am the one standing, you are on your knees, you are the one gagging, I have control. It’s that simple, and people struggle to understand such simple principles.”
“Look up at me, Stan” his green eyes looked up, and Jeremy enjoyed seeing them.
Jeremy reached over and got the lube.
“You can stop and stand-up Stan, I want you to see.”
His blond-haired, maniacally genius roommate stood.
Jeremy got down on his knees and took the blond's dick into his mouth. He began to slide up and down on it, using his tongue liberally. He did this till he got his first blast of precum.
Stan went, “Um.”
Jeremy pulled from him and looked up at Stan, “Now as I do this, look down at me as I do it, and just once or twice as I am going down, thrust your hips towards me, I won’t stop you.”
He went back to working him, and in a few minutes, Stan thrust forward a bit, which caused Jeremy to gag. Stan did not do it again. Jeremy got up and was smiling.
He leaned in and kissed him, and Stan did not pull away. Jeremy took him in a minute and bent him over the bed. He was standing, but his legs were on the floor. He pushed him down flat on the mattress up top.
“Stay like that Stan”, the blond didn’t move, and Jeremy let him go, and he stayed as he was, Jeremy began slicking up his cock good with the lubricant, and he poured some down his submissive’s upper back, and it began running down into his crack. He waited a moment for it to happen, then took a finger, scooped some up, and used it to open the hole a bit.
He took his place right behind Stan and pushed the head of his cock up against his hole. He steadily began to push, and it started to slide in. He placed his hand flat at the lower center of the blonde’s back, laid his palm flat on it, and placed his other hand on top. He pushed down steadily with them both, not roughly, just steady pressure. He began sliding his cock in and out.
He was beginning to move fast, but he was not rough. It did feel good, and he kept that pace. It would take little time at this pace, and he kept steady.
“You hear me, Stanley?”
“Yeah, uhm, I do.”
“Don’t let this surprise you; I will spin you around in a few minutes. These vests have all kinds of places you can grab. When I do stay bent over as you are, look up at me and keep your mouth open. Understand?”
“Uhm, yeah.”
“Keep your eyes closed, Stan.”
“Uhm, okay.”
He went till he was beginning to burn; with a practiced hand, he grabbed the jacket, pulled out, and spun Stanley Leighton around. Sometimes these maneuvers were disasters, but Stan had good balance, and Jeremy was strong. He came around perfectly and looked up with his mouth open.
Jeremy grabbed his cock in a solid hold, pointed at his mouth, and began jerking it. He timed it closely and began to spurt cum all over his face and into his mouth.
“Fuck yes! Keep your eyes closed.”
It jetted out for a few seconds, and finally, it was over. Stan had cum on his face, on his lips, in his mouth; some had even gotten into his hair.
Jeremy said, “Swallow what got into your mouth, keep your eyes closed while I grab a towel, stay still, and don’t open your eyes.”
He went to the cabinet and grabbed some wet wipes in a large white container. He also had a cloth towel, and he returned. He began to clear Stan’s eyes and face. Between the cloth towel and the wet wipes, it was quick. He used a wet wipe and swapped the outside of his eyes again.
“Now open your eyes and stand-up Stan.”
He got on a knee and put Stan’s nice cock back in his mouth; he had earned this. He began sucking his submissive’s cock again and reached around him, and grabbed his ass cheeks for leverage.
This was not his usual position, but he liked Stan and did him right. He was sucking it quickly and using his tongue a great deal, and breathing hard.
He was making some noise, “Uhm, um.”
Stan was looking down at him, wow, “Oh, yeah, please don’t stop doing that.”
Jeremy wasn’t planning on stopping; he worked and worked, then payday!
Stan’s balls emptied, and he started shooting into Jeremy’s mouth, who didn’t seem to mind. He looked up as the blond stared at him through wave after wave of his release. He kept on for a moment till he made sure it was over. He was tempted to hit him with some post-ejaculation, but he looked so good standing there.
Jeremy eased off him and stayed on his knee for a second as he caught his breath. He stood and started undoing Stan’s restraints; when he was free, he pulled him towards the shower. Stan did not resist. In a few, they were both sitting in underwear on the bottom of the ber.
They had not said anything in the shower, and Jeremy put his arm around the more petite blond, and he didn’t move.
Jeremy said, “Hope that wasn’t too much?”
Stan said, “Nah, I am easy, you can make me lick your shoes any old time. We are all alone here, and I think we caused something bad.”
Jeremy asked, “You still got the creeps?”
Stan said, “It’s just a feeling, but I have learned to trust mine. I am not often wrong."
Jeremy leaned over and kissed him for a couple of minutes.
“I have noticed that about you, Stan, so now you are giving me the creeps. What do we do? I could say I am just an old country doctor, but I am 25.”
Stan looked up at him and said, “I will have a way to check in the morning. We have access to a geostationary satellite. Culver Corp owns Everything there, and everything records everything. The island has a large satellite array we have access to. It sounds like nobody else is using it currently. We will.”
Jeremy smiled at him, “Stan’s the man with a tan who always has a plan. That is why I like hanging out with smart folks; that would currently be you.”
Stan looked at him closely, “The way I am feeling, we may very well need every damn brain cell to get out of this. I don’t spook easily, but that is a fatal flaw of most stupid people. They never know it’s too late until they sing, “Goodnight Irene,” and they say, “Oh, duh, how did this happen?
Jeremy said, “We agree on that. I am not the LT, but I am here with you, and hopefully, I will not be here till the bitter end.”
In Culver’s Basement:
Dr. Culver, “What the fuck happened to the lights?”
Scratchy Voice, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself!”
You know they are a psychologist, “Boring.”
A small light of a cigarette, “Culver, you should have paid the electric bill, which is just one more reason you are an Ass.”
Dr. Culver, “Hard to fault you.”
