(Now it is Serious)
The next morning, Stan and Jeremy had awakened at nearly 7:00 A.M. station time and lay in the bed for a few moments. They had then showered and dressed and came up to the kitchen. Jeremy had mostly cooked again but Stan was a quick learner and a capable helper. They had bacon, eggs, toast, and oatmeal. Jeremy had coffee, and orange juice, then Stan had just had orange juice.
Once finished, they had cleaned up, looked at the cameras outside, and that damn storm was still going strong. They were neither saying much as they headed down to the lab. Jeremy swiped his badge, and the heavy steel door began rising. They walked into the lab and Stan sat down and badged into one of the computers.
He told Jeremy, “The computer has constructed the images, but I would like to check about yesterday first. What do you think?”
Jeremy looked at him and said, “Sure, what do we need?”
Stan replied, “Over in that case on the wall, you should find a manual that has instructions on how to log into the island’s array. I would think the rest would be intuitive.”
Jeremy went over and began looking for the manual, then said, “I tell you what is intuitive to me, those damned artifacts are just as creepy to me now as they were the first time we came down here.”
He found it and brought it over Stan who opened it and began skimming the instructions.
“I know what you mean Jeremy.’
It took Stan about fifteen minutes, and he was investing one of the arrays, there were three separate ones. A primary, a backup, and a tertiary. All three showed functional so he checked the primary for use. Yup, the base the LT was at had it pointed at a governmental satellite. Array two was functional with no activity showing, he logged into it with the credentials in the manual. He sat and thought a second of the coordinates of the Culver Corp satellite that was very closely directly overhead.
Jeremy watched him input the coordinates and asked, “You, memorized that?”
Stan continued to type and answered, “Yeah, but I am used to it, earning my first PhD, I got to work with a lot of military satellites. You get used to it over time; it’s not magic, Jeremy. I seem just to be good with numbers and this sort of thing.”
He had them all locked in and then gave the command, which showed the array was moving to link with that position. In a few minutes a red message on the screen that said, “Roaming,” suddenly changed to green and said, “Culver P356, would you like to establish a lock? A.) Yes, B.) No. He pressed a button and got a login screen that first asked for badge authentication.
Stan used his badge and swiped it across the reader on the computer. Now the screen had a green message that said,” [Verifying].”
In a moment, it changed to, “[Welcome Dr. Leighton].” Now it was prompting for a username and passcode.
Jeremy was not quite as good with computers as Stan, but he did find this interesting.
He asked, “Username and Passcode?”
Stan was busy typing away, “Yeah you should have got one as well in your paperwork. The satellites have either badge or biometric authentication, followed up with a 65, alpha-numeric-special character code that changes every hour via an algorithm. It would be extremely hard to hack one of these.”
Jeremy said, “I didn’t see you looking at any codes this morning?”
Stan grinned at him and replied, “Don’t have to I know the algorithm and am using the power of my brain to calculate it.”
Jeremy grinned, reached over, and patted him on the head. “You see, smart. I dare say I don’t know anyone who can do that.”
Stan was typing fast, but it took a moment. He finished, hit the enter key, and the screen message aid, “[Negotiating].”
Then he got a screen that said please set your priority, “1.) Emergency, 2.) Critical, 3.) Standard Use, 4.) Low Priority.”
Stan said, “It would seem a few people are hitting this satellite currently. We are certainly not an emergency, but I would say we qualify as critical.”
He pushed the 2 keys, and it asked, “Are you sure, ‘Y’/’N’?
Stan said, “Oh this stuff is aggravating, no, I had an epileptic seizure and just randomly ended up here.” He pressed, ‘Y’. Now the screed said, “[Logging In]”.
He finally got a satellite control screen. Every option was lit, and he had administrative rights. He set it the way he wanted to, took a few moments to locate their facility, which was electronically labeled, and then sat in the time frame he wanted and selected the devices and instruments on the satellite he wanted to view. A bunch of readings popped up on the right-hand side of the screen.
He watched for a few moments and said, “Oh God.”
Most of it was just a bunch of labels valued to Jeremy.
Jeremy asked, “What’s wrong?”
Stan said, “Hang on a second and I will show you what’s wrong.”
He opened a programming prompt on the satellite and then in the network here. He wrote a quick program that would show the phenomena as a read wave and executed it.
The screen said, “[Program View Available].”
Now, it just showed the digital view of the base from far out, and it was right before they pulsed the artifacts.
He said to Jeremy, “This is why everyone is having trouble, it happened the last time we pulsed the artifacts yesterday. Stand up here closer to you can see.”
Jeremy moved up beside him, stan hit enter to execute a visible view of what had happened.
It looked normal for a second, then a large circle of red started on the outer perimeter of their base and rapidly took off in every direction. Stay zoomed out as far as the satellite would give them a view. The circle rapidly expanded and was still going when this satellite could no longer view it.
“What the hell was that, Stan?”
The blond sat there looking frightened for a moment. Then, “That was a very powerful electromagnetic pulse. Are you familiar with what a coronal mass ejection is?”
Jeremy said, “Vaguely, it’s when our sun gives off a kind of storm of several kinds of radiation. It’s kind of like the sun burps, people have been worried about them for years, saying we need to harden our power grids.”
Stand said, “What you just saw in the red wave, was not quite as strong as a CME, but it was damn close, it would have caused a great deal of damage. Power grids, any kind of energized electronic circuitry, would simply have overloaded it. That’s what blew out Amundsen’s power grid, and they are having trouble reaching people. We fucking caused it by pulsing those artifacts.”
Jeremy hugged him, “Look we didn’t know, they didn’t tell us a damn thing about these artifacts but base information.
Stan disconnected from the satellite and brought up the A.I. interface that had five, sort of like Sonogram images of the internal parts of the artifacts. He instructed the A.I. to extrapolate and make its best guess as to what the contents were. He printed all that out and they waited as it did so.
Stan said, “We’ll look at that shit up in the den, I feel sick, and I don’t want to be in the same room with those things.”
Now they were sitting up in the den with stacks of paper the A.I. had generated and their five images.
Jeremy said, “I am going to mix us a fucking drink, to hell with 5:00 P.M., most people out there don’t know what time it is anyway.”
Stan was looking at the A.I. assessments and said, “I won’t complain.”
The satellite phone box began beeping again, Stan jumped up and got it turned on and the volume working. He came around and was happy to see the friendly face of Captain Raymond Hughes from the, The John Paul Jones.”
Stan said, “Can you hear me, sir?”
Hughes said, “Yes, look, guys, we are cutting our way back in your direction. There has been some major shit go down out here, about half of the US Navy is currently nonfunctional, but we are doing much better than many other countries. Is your naval liaison there?”
Stan said, “No sir, he is currently at Amundsen Scott Pole Station, he had helicopter trouble, got grounded by a storm. But he is coming back as soon as the storm clears.”
Captain Hughes asked him, “How bad is it there? You got primary power, son?”
Stan said, “We are good, but I don’t think the other bases faired nearly as well. We talked to the LT on this thing yesterday, he said Amundsen Scott Pole station was going to have to have some emergency parts of some sort to get their main power back up. They are running on auxiliary power now sir.
Hughes said, “We are going to be flying over and making several drops of supplies. You have equipment that will lead you to it, if the LT is coming back, he knows how to use it. You guys will just have to kick in and help. You have been prioritized, so you get first dibs, and we will keep doing this until things can get back to normal. I will reach out to Amundsen Scott Pole and see if we have the staff on board to assist them. For now, we will just have to do the best we can. Godspeed son, wait on the LT before you go outside.”
“Yes sir.”
John Paul Jones out, the satellite splash screen came on, and Stan turned it off.
Jeremy handed Stan a Long Island Tea, “At least everything is not down.”
Stan said, “A great deal of that Navy stuff is hardened, I wonder how far that wave went, we were only looked at about half the earth.”
They both took a drink and were quiet for a moment.
Stan said, “Shoot me one game of pool, 8 balls, and I will spot you two balls of your choice.”
About five minutes later Stan sunk the 8 ball by banking one rail in the side.
Jeremy just looked at him for a second.
He said, “We’ll look at that data later or tomorrow. This was a shock and stressful experience. The damage is already done, and neither we nor those artifacts are going anywhere.”
Stan replied, “That’s fucking fine with me.”
Jeremy grinned at him, “May I quote a line from a movie a great deal older than either of us?”
“Sure, I like movies.”
Jeremy said, “Shall We Play a Game?”
Stan said, “If you are okay with me modifying the rules, you will like it.”
Jeremy said, “That’s intriguing, and listen Stan don’t feel guilty, you had no idea those things would do what they did.”
Now they were down in the sleeping quarters, and Stan had lost his clothing and was lying in his usual stance, on his stomach, with his legs stuck up at the knee. He was leaning up on three pillows and sipping his Long Island Tea. He had brought all the data down, printed it out, and stacked it in the corner.
Jeremy got the game out, opened it up, and looked up at him.
“So, Stephen King’s, ‘The Stan’, just what way do you want to modify the rules?”
It took Stan a moment to say it, he was not as garish as Jeremy. “Well, Jeremy, what if I told you to use what deck you like? I will allow you to choose the cards you like from it and make my selections for me.”
Jeremy grinned and turned his head sideways at him a little bit.
“Are you sure Stan, that could get quite intense and kinky, I am into that stuff you know?”
“I need some intensity or something, we just accidentally broke a great deal of the world. Because that asshole that sent us here gave us no warning of what we were dealing with.”
Jeremy asked, “So even if I put my tennis shoes back on, and make you lick them, you would not mind?”
Stan said, “I told you last night, I will lick your shoes any old time. You have more experience in this stuff than I do, I might be able to memorize the algorithm and log onto a satellite. Yet, I have nowhere the kink experience that you do.”
Jeremy began picking cards out. “On a serious note, I must examine you tomorrow and do a self-exam. Goodness knows if they can do that, what may be emanating from them.”
As Jeremy continued to pick cards and choose each of their selections.
Stan said, “So, my pervy M.D. workmate is going to examine me, this is not a ploy so you can just play with my balls and tell me to, “Cough,” is it?”
Jeremy had finished the action deck and replied, “That’s why you are classified as a genius.”
He went over and started to get some stuff out of the wardrobe.
Stan said, “Well you know you are too? We are the two geniuses that broke the damn world.”
He took some stuff out of the wardrobe and then went over to get his tennis shoes. He came back, laid most of it to the side, sat down, and began to put them on.
Jeremy said, “I guess since you let me make all the selections you are going to play?”
Stan said, “Looking forward to it.”
“Stand up Stan, come over here and put your back to me.”
The blond did, and Jeremy said, “Put your hands behind your back and use each hand to grab the opposite forearm.”
Jeremy had a slick-looking piece of nylon rope. He tied off one end in a knot and began to loop it around and around Stan’s hands and forearms.
As he worked, he told Stan, “Since you volunteered, I might get a lot kinkier this time. Tell me if you really don’t want to do something, and we can skip it.”
Stan said, “That defeats the purpose of submitting, throw your trickery at me, you will find I am quite resilient, and have the power to wreck the rest of the world.”
Jeremy was finishing his loop tie, “You don’t seem much the sort to do that.”
Stan said, “I guess I am not.”
“Turn around Stan, now look up at me and open your mouth. Don’t move away and stand there and take it.”
The handsome Stan turned around and looked up at Jeremy, who tilted his head up and opened his mouth. Jeremy leaned close and let a trail of his spit run down into his mouth. He looked down and they were both hard. When he had finished, Stan closed his mouth and swallowed it. He did this a couple of more times.
Satisfied with this, we sat on the end of the bed with his tennis shoes and feet on the floor.
“Get on your knees, Stanley, and lick those shoes; give them a good cleaning for me.”
The blond held his eye contact for a minute and got on his knees in the right spot. He leaned down and began to lick Jeremy’s shoes thoroughly. He let him go a little, and then he angled his right foot up, exposing the sole of the shoe.
“Clean the soles to Stan, like the good submissive you are.”
Stan began to deliver long licks to the right sole of Jeremy’s tennis shoe. As he did so, he thought he had seen the preliminary readings that the A.I. was predicting what those images were. He was pretty sure he knew what they were dealing with, and this was making him hotter than he would have thought. For just a time, he wanted to get lost in this because that was so damn scary.
Jeremy sat that one down and angled his right sole up. “Seems Stan you did such a thorough job on the left one, the right one wants the same attention.”
Stan began to lick all the way up the length of the sole of his shoe. He could not know this, but Jeremy had thoroughly cleaned these shoes with Clorox wipes. His submissive did not know this and was licking them as if we were trying to clean them. Jeremy watched him work and his eyes were pleased at what he was seeing.
After the submissive had done a good job, Jeremy took the tennis shoes off and threw them back over into the pile of their unpacked stuff. He got up, leaned over the bed on his knees, and laid his stomach down flat.
“Now, stan, if you will remember what I did to loosen you up, crawl and get into position and lick the crack of my ass and put your tongue into the hole. As far as you can get it and work it around well.”
Stan got into place and Jeremy reached around and spread his cheeks for him. Stan began at the bottom and began to work his way up slowly. This was new for him, but Jeremy seemed to like it so that meant he did too. He reached the hole and stuck his tongue all the way inside it. He began to work it around as he had been told to.
Jeremy said, “Uhm-Yeah, Stan, that feels food. Keep on doing just as you are for a while. Don’t stop, unless you just must, my little blond submissive.”
This went on for some time, and Stan, no more experience than he had at this, was still making the Dominant Jeremy feel good.
Next, Jeremy got up and laid across the bottom of the bed with his dick sticking out well.
“Crawl down there and suck that cock submissive, do it like you want it.”
Jeremy watched him begin to start and it felt fantastic. That little blond that was submitting to him, might just be the only one that could get them out of this mess they were in. He was smart as well, but what they were dealing with, was his bailiwick. Who in the fuck could memorize a 35-complex alpha/numeric/special character code that was rotating on an algorithm. Then just calculate the new one on the fly. This sub could suck cock, had a tight ass, looked beyond good, and was insanely intelligent.
Stan was working as much of Jeremy’s cock as he could get down, and he had grown to enjoy it. He could do this, and well, but his powerful mind was working. They might have a chance if they had time to prepare, but that was a ways off.
Jeremy got up and leaned him over the bed and slicked his cock up with that fantastic lube. He put some on his finger and put a good amount outside Stan's backdoor. In a couple of minutes, he was all the way down in him. He worked it around well, pulled out, and then went back in. Pulled out and went all the way deep again. Then he pulled out and pulled Stan around facing him on his knees.
“Open your mouth Stan so I can face fuck you.”
His submissive never failed to disappoint and opened up for him. Jeremy slid it inside his mouth.
“Lick on it really well as I am humping your mouth.”
He began sliding it in and out and the submissive Stan began using his tongue like crazy.
“Oh, Stan, that feels so good.” He pulled back out and turned Stan back around and before long was balls deep in him again. He would give some long thrusts. They pull out, wait a second, and then enter and go all the way to the bottom again. He did this for a bit and finally pulled out and pulled Stan back on his feet.
“Lay on the bed, and I will position you like I want you, lots of tongue.”
Stan fell back on the bed, and Jeremy got the bottle of lube. He got up on the bed and slid the blond back further on it. Then he straddled his mouth with his crotch, leaned over till the head of his dick was at his submissive’s lips.
“Open up, cocksucker”
Stan did and he pushed a good bit of his dick down in there. He took the bottle of lube and ran a stream up the blond's cock. He got positioned well and began to face fuck him again. He took his right hand and put it around the submissive’s cock and began sliding his hand up and down it. This went on for a good while.
He was working his hips easy, as he slid his dick in and out of Stan’s lips, but he was beginning to jerk his cock faster and faster.
All Stan could manage was, “Uhm-Um-MM!”
Jeremy just went faster on jerking him; he was going to give him some post-ejaculation torture this time finally. His little submissive had finally come around, now they would begin to have some real fun if they survived long enough to do that.
Stan would not hold out against the furious assault Jeremy was stroking his cock at. He finally shot, and it went all over his abdominal region. Jeremy had started to hump his face faster and did not stop Jerking his cock. He even slid his hand up and concentrated on the head of it and the first couple of inches. He could not help but grin, Stan began to fidget around but Jeremy’s weight held him where he was.
He worked his head over time for a while, knowing how sensitive it was.
Jeremy began to feel his burning coming on, he held his rhythm steady. He was going to fill his submissives mouth full It tingled closer and closer, and he began emptying into Stan’s mouth.
“Fuck yeah, there is a big mouth of cum for you, and I expect you to swallow every drop. He shot time after time down into his mouth. The submissive underneath him swallowed it as fast as he could and licked like crazy.
Soon the Dominant was dry and got off the top of Stan. He stood him up removed the restraints, and unknotted the thick nylon rope. They took, and good shower, and Stan began to look at the readouts from the A.I. and the images they had retrieved. Jeremy went up and made them some hoagie-style roast beef sandwiches and found a big thing of potato salad with some snack cakes. He returned with all that on a tray with a couple of beers.
He placed it on the bed, Stan got his plate and began to eat.
Jeremy eased onto the bed, and he, too, began to eat.
Stan finally said it, wanting it not to be true would not help. “Jeremy, I believe what we are dealing with may truly be extraterrestrial. Not only that, but the four smaller artifacts, appear to be sleeping chambers for them. Here is the kicker: everyone assumes life will always be carbon-based as we are. Bad assumption, faulty logic.”
Jeremy asked, “What are they?”
Stan looked at him, “They appear to be a form of highly organized plasma, they are beings comprised of energy. “
Jeremy asked, “The larger artifact?”
“The A.I. nor I have a clue it is some kind of device packing a great deal of power. The A.I. believes, and I concur, that us pulsing them started the process of them waking up.”
“How long?”
“Impossible to say.”
In Culver’s Basement:
The power here had just been restored.
All they had seen on the monitors were the two young men taking a shower together.
Dr. Culver said, “Oh, for fuck’s sake we missed the fireworks today.”
The Scratchy Voice said, “They are young, they’ll fuck again tonight before they go to sleep.”
The man who’d lit a fresh cigarette, “If you would have just got the circuitry fixed a bit faster Culver, we could have watched. This just proves once again you are a fucking ass.”
The melodic sleep-inducing voice that could only be a psychologist, “You guys are becoming such a drag to hang around.
The cigarette guy blew a fresh puff of smoke in the air, “You only perceive it that way because Culver is such an ass. They were supposed to solve this thing, not shut half the world down.
Dr. Culver, “Yes, yes, I am an ass, we would have done the same thing if only one of you dumbasses would have thought of ultra-high-frequency-sonar, but you sure fucking, didn’t. Don’t count them out yet, they are the best chance we have.
