(Surprise)
The next day in the med bay, Jeremy had just finished taking a vacutainer blood draw from Stan and one from himself. This medical bay had some very ritzy equipment in it, such as the machine he was putting samples of the blood in. It was tied in with an A.I. here; it would do a CBC, a Chem-7, and a Thiamine check, and it even checked thyroid levels. There was also a comprehensive MRI machine that was also tied into the A.I. that would run a full body MRI; it checked for every type of anomaly one would look for in a scan.
Jeremy had gotten Stan to lie in the correct spot and started the sequence to feed him back into the machine. He went over to the control panel to watch as the impressive software did. It said it would take around 20 minutes to complete a cycle. Now, this was interesting; a panel said music for patients. Apparently, it was isolated in the machine, and the machine would create an image from the electromagnetic field. The A.I. was voice-activated and worked much like Siri on an iPhone,
He also had an intercom he could talk to the patient, Stan with. The machine was initializing its sequence.
He keyed the PA to the patient, “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen; in this case, just one gentleman; I believe his name is Stan. We would like to fly Air Odell today; I will be the pilot, Jeremy Odell. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the soothing sounds of the radio, Jeremy, and enjoy your flight.’
The A.I.’s name was SKIPPER; who knew “Skipper?”
A female voice said, “Recognize Dr. Jeremy Odell, how may I assist you?’
Jeremy grinned and said, “Please play for the patient, Rod Stewart’s “Do Ya Think I Am Sexy”. “Then follow that up with similar rock music, please.”
Skipper said, “Certainly, Dr. Odell, beginning scan sequence.”
The powerful MRI began to turn slowly, and Jeremy could see from the readings the electromagnetic field was building strength.
Jeremy keyed the PA to the patient and said, “What does that song ask, you know? I will ask you that about me later.”
Stan was in the most spacious MRI tube he had ever been in, listening to Rod Steward and listening to Jeremy be silly. Of course, he found the silly man sexy; he lay there listening to the music and the beeping and whirring that the tube was making. It ran for about twenty minutes and began to slow its spin down
There was a screen in the middle of the table that lit up, it said, “[Diagnostic Mode] No anomalous growths, nervous system condition, excellent, Cardiovascular system condition, excellent. Musculature and bone condition are excellent. Exposure, All negative but one unknown. Unable to identify the source or cause; overall effect on health, none. Would you like a printout; (1. Y, 2. N).
Jeremy pressed the 1, and a printer in the med bay began printing those results, and he could see the machine had finally stopped turning. The table Stan was in began to slide out. It also printed the results of all the bloodwork with its assessment. He went and got all the printouts and began assessing the bloodwork himself; he did not need a bloody machine to tell him what the blood value should be. Same damned results he’s had, how strange.
Stan emerged from the machine, he was only wearing underwear, and Jeremy loved looking at his nicely tanned body.
Stan asked, “Well Dr. Bones, am I going to live?”
Jeremy replied, “You will be surfing to the ripe old age of 90. We have both been exposed to something. Your super A.I. computer cannot identify it, but it does not think it’s a problem. Both of our testosterone levels are slightly elevated—not enough to be problematic or even warrant treatment. That’s why we have been such horn dogs lately. We both get clean bills of health.
“Hey guys.”
A female voice at the entrance to the med lab had said that, and both Stan and Jeremy liked to have fallen over. They both looked over and a very attractive red-haired lady, who was full-figured and in very good shape, was standing there. They were both trying to place where they had seen her, both were sure they had.
She smiled at them, “Hi, I know that must have been startling a bit, I am sorry. I am Dr. Rachael Stockton from Culver Corp.”
It came to each of them now at about the same time: when they had interviewed in the office with Dr. Culver, she had been in the office—she’d just not said anything.
They both slowly walked over to her, Jeremy reached her first and stuck his hand out, being the southern gentleman, and it did not affect his gayness any. He took her hand, bent down, and slightly kissed it.
He said, “That was you in Dr. Culver’s office when I was interviewed?”
She smiled, “That’s correct. I am the second in charge at Culver. The Helicopter dropped me on the John Paul Jones right in time for them to helicopter me out here. But it was after they had already talked to you.”
Stan stuck his hand out, and she warmly took it, “So, nice to meet you,” he said. “It’s been several days since we have seen anyone.”
She asked, “Where is your Navy liaison officer?”
Stan defaulted to Jeremy, “He got stuck at Amundson South Pole Station because of a mechanical failure with a helicopter. Then the storm descended, so he’s been away for a few days, but should be back soon.”
She smiled again and said, “Got’ guys from the helicopter rolling down cases of alcohol, then they will be leaving. I am here to help, though it looks as though you are doing well. Have you discovered anything about the artifacts, and do you know why there has been such wide power disruption everywhere?”
They walked up to the den and caught her up on where they were at. The Navy guys had stored cases of various liquor types and were back in a storage room. As Stan explained to her about what they had discovered, it was them that were responsible for the EMP wave. Jeremy was refilling the bar.
He smiled nervously and said, “Ma’am, we had absolutely no idea that would happen. I mean, we had such limited information.”
He was wearing a pair of tight shorts, and she reached over and laid her hand on the top of his knee. Her hand was warm, and this was not a sexual gesture it was more like a mom would do to comfort an upset child.
“Oh Stan, no one would think that, of course you wouldn’t. And SKIPPER, thinks they are waking up?”
Jeremy was back in the room now stacking bottles in the bar.
Stan said, “That is the A.I.s assessment and I happen to agree.
A new voice boomed, “Damn, I thought I would never be glad to see this damn place,”
Everyone jumped again, and the LT stood where he had come down the hall.
Stan got up and walked over to him, “Not a gay thing man, just happy to see you.”
He gave the LT a big hug, and the big man patted him on the back. Then he looked at Rachael.
The LT said, “Am I imagining something, or is there another person here?’
Stan grinned at Jeremy, “Quick, go and get some antipsychotics; the man is imagining things.”
Rachael Stockton introduced herself, and the LT liked this addition.
The LT told Jeremy and Stan, “Alright, guys, go and get some outside heavy gear on. Planes have flown over and dropped pallets of shit everywhere, so we need to go collect them and store them in the refrigeration bin. That wonderful captain got the parts to restore power to the central base. They, in turn, will help the other two bases so Ross Island is open for business again.
Rachel agreed that she would start the next meal, while they got the supplies in.
Jeremy and Stan went down and got their outside heavy gear on. At least they had some more help, which lifted their spirits. They met the LT just outside the entrance, and he had a dune buggy kind of thing with a lift on the back of it for picking up pallets. These things emitted a signal, and he had the equipment to take them to it. It would also bring them back here, so they would not get lost.
It took them a couple of hours to gather them all up and stow the stuff in the refrigeration storage areas. Refrigeration was cheap and easy in this place.
They finally made it back in, sealed the door, and stored the buggy away. Working in the cold made one tired. Jeremy was making plans to begin matchmaking between the LT and Rachel Stockton; he was apt to do such things. Then he spotted a whole bunch of things he just needed one of. He whispered in the LT’s ear.
The LT looked at him, grinning, “Meanness, can’t say I’ve never done it, sure grab you one. Here use this with it,” he handed Jeremy something Jeremy took his outside layered coat off and went when Stan was not paying attention and wrapped it around what he was getting, there was all kind of fun with that.
Jeremy told them I must run back to the room fast and was gone. Stanley slowly made his way down there, but Jeremy already had it put away, they helped each other out of the outside heavy gear. They both put on fresh pajamas and Stan put Jeremy’s housecoat on for him. He returned the favor, and they went up to see what their new arrival had made for lunch. Both were hungry from all the work outside. It smelled great the closer to the kitchen they got. They went in and could see why.
She had been busy; she had set up a taco bar and made fresh refried beans and rice. They all made themselves plates and Jeremy grinned as he took the seat beside Stan, which made Rachel and the LT sit next to one another. They were quiet and let them talk till Jeremy and Stan realized she was speaking to their side of the table.
She asked again, “What made you think to use high frequency sonar, at point blank against a thick gel? That’s brilliant.”
Jeremy said, “I have my moments.”
Stan wasn’t even going to say anything.
Jeremy added, “It would all be this little blond-headed guy sitting to my left; I have seen him do some remarkable things.”
Rachel looked at the young man; he very quietly said, “It just kind of made sense that we were dealing with something of remarkable density; it’s kind of hard for it to evade sound waves inside an atmosphere like ours. With a high enough frequency, and a dense enough gel.”
They finished eating, and Rachel and the LT said they would clean up. Jeremy and Stan came out, and the former mixed them a Long Island Tea, handed Stan his, then grabbed a new bottle of single malt scotch. Then they headed down to the sleeping quarters.
When they got there Stan asked, “Is it alright if I ask you something?
He had laid down on the bed in his usual position and was looking thoughtful.
Jeremy said, “You can always ask me anything.”
Stan said, “How did you enjoy the last time when I let you fill the cards and have control?”
Jeremy grinned at him, “I thought that was pretty much like drinking ambrosia from a platinum container, I have just always been dominant.”
Stan said, “What if, for the most part, I just let you do that all the time because I like it too.”
Jeremy had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, “Oh, I would like that quite a lot I believe. It will mean you will be sucking my dick quite often, taking up the ass all the time, and might even make you lick my shoes and feet sometimes.”
Stan said, “I would like your shoes or your feet any old time.”
Jeremy said, “Lose the clothes, I have a surprise for you.”
Stan grinned and got up and removed his clothing, Jeremy had never seen anything better.
“Okay, Stan, come and stand over here in the middle of the room.”
Stand did and he went over and got what he had taken from the storage docks. It was a roll of shrink wrap, he smiled hungrily at Stan.
He told him, “Put your legs and feet together, arms straight down at your sides, and pull them in close to your body. He came and stood behind Stan, pulling the shrink wrap off the roll.
“Now, Stan, take your right arm out a little bit; I will lay this, so it is under your arm. Pull your arm down tightly on it till I make a couple of circles. He went round and round his submissive and wrapped him up nice and tightly in the wrap.”
He took the small boxcutter the LT had given him, began a cut at the top of the shrink wrap, and then tore it all the way down. He took the small loose part and pulled it on tightly to his wrapped-up Stan. He put the roll back in the wardrobe and walked over and tipped Stan over and easily picked him up, carried him over, and laid on his back on the bed. Then he took his clothes off, and this had made him hard. He got up beside Stan on the bed on his knees.
“This will not be hard to do on your part but try not to move.” He grinned down at him. He took and set the boxcutter so only one notch was sticking out. Medical training had its advantages; he took and carefully cut slits and peeled the plastic back where Stan’s nipples were. Then he went down and made a small cut where his cock and balls were; he peeled the plastic back to where he had unencumbered access to both. Stan was hard as a rock, and he took a moment to stoke him a little and rub his nice balls.
He rolled him over on his stomach and carefully cut a tiny slit all the way down the crack of his ass and peeled the plastic back from those. The free ends he tucked back up in under the plastic. Now he had open access to all of everything he wanted, and Stan was still tightly restrained. He rolled the submissive back onto his back and laid on top of him. He had his mouth just above his.
“Open your mouth good and wide for me Stan.”
The blond obeyed him, and he began letting his spit run down into his mouth.
“Close and swallow that cocksucker.”
Stan looking up at him closed his mouth and obediently swallowed it down.
He leaned down and put his lips to his, and the submissive parted his lips for him. He slid his tongue inside and Stan responded to how he had trained him to. As he continued to kiss him, he took his right hand and began to play with his left nipple. He rubbed across it playfully a few times, pinched it, and squeezed it a little. Then he tightened his fingers down, released it, and rubbed it hard a few times.
His wrapped-up submissive went, “Uh-Uhm.”
He let go of that one, repositioned himself over a bit, took his left hand, and gave the right nipple some of the same attention. Now he just pulled free of his lips and watched his eyes as he applied pressure to the right nipple. Stan never asked him to stop or complain; he didn’t even need to shrink-wrap to have this kind of control over this one.
He slid down a little and began to lick on his left nipple and moved his left hand down to his balls. He sucked on the nipple and began to apply a little pressure to the balls. He took his teeth and lightly bit that nipple, not hard but he would know he was doing it. He moved over from that nipple and licked to the other one. He began to lick and suck on that one, and he released his balls, slid that hand up slowly, and began to stroke his dick lightly
His wrapped-up submissive was getting a great deal of sensation, “Um.”
He bit that other nipple and was a bit harder this time.
“Uhm-Uh.”
He leaned back up and looked Stan in the eyes, “I could fuck you, shoot my load deep up inside you, put a ball gag on you, and leave you wrapped up all night without letting you get off.”
He smiled down at him, leaned down, and kissed him again for a couple of minutes. He pulled away and easily rolled him onto his stomach. He got the bottle of lube and put a bit on his index finger and reached down, and lightly inserted it into his ass. Then he pushed it all the way in. He began to work his finger around to loosen him up some. He took his other hand and squirted a line of lube down his cock and got it good and slick.
He pulled his finger out and added a little more lube to that hole. As he got into position to enter the hole, He took the finger he had been working up inside him, reached around, and pushed it into the submissive’s mouth. He got it all the way in there, and Stan reacted perfectly and began to lick it clean for him. Now he had his head up to his backdoor, so he began to push.
It took some pressure, but it began to slide in, that felt so fucking good to him.
“Take that cock, Stan, you know you like it in that ass.”
“Uhm.”
Jeremy was in as deep as he could go and let it sit for about a half minute. He was going to give it to him rougher this time, he wanted to get off. That tight, hot ass felt so good to him.
He leaned up and began licking his submissive behind the right ear, then took a sensitive part of the top of his ear, between his teeth. He did not bite him hard, just a nip, oh, he wanted to be rougher, but Stan was too valuable for that.
He whispered into his ear, “I am going to fuck you harder this time, you will feel this tomorrow. Every time you feel the soreness, you will think of me.”
He began to run the full length of his cock in and out of him, slowly at first. But he began to pick up the pace, more and more. Now, when they connected, it was making a smacking noise, and he was not going to slow down this time.
“What do you think, my blond-haired, green-eyed, Stan, the cocksucker, but only for me?”
“Oh-Um-Yeah.”
Jeremy fucked and smacked away, “Next time Stan, I am going to find that prostate, you will have to settle for a hand job tonight. That okay?”
“Oh-Yeah, whatever you want Jeremy.”
The Dominant Jeremy was taking no prisoners this time; he knew his submissive could take it, and he would like it. He drove it home time and again. ‘Smack-Smack-Smack’.
It would be hard to think cogent thoughts when he was feeling so good. One did form in his mind: why was his testosterone slightly elevated? With as much as they fucked if anything it should be down slightly. Plus, unidentified exposure and health threats = Negative. He continued to pound his submissive away. That tight ass was going to make him shoot his load soon, this golden blond below him might have been the best thing he had ever run into. Oh, he was so close, and beginning to burn.
He whispered in the ear again, “Ask me to please shoot my cum deep up inside you Stan.”
“Please don’t stop.”
He plowed and plowed and suddenly went all the way in, and it began shooting up into his submissive. Stan could feel his cock each time it pumped deep up inside him.
“Hot-Dam-Fuck, take it, take it all!”
He shot a deep load up inside Stan and stayed all the way in still he had stopped. Then he slowly ran it in and out of him a few times. Then he pulled free, got beside his submissive, and rolled him back on his back. He climbed up and put his cock over his mouth.
“Open wide.”
The golden-haired warrior did. He went deep into his mouth with his cock. As stan worked on licking it, he got the lube and poured a line over Stan’s oh, so nice cock. He took his right hand, got a tight grip, and began to jerk him off slowly. He did not stay slow for long; he sped up more and was finally going fast. He was going to make this bitch cum for him and watch him do it.
“Uhm-Uhm!” The better he made his submissive feel, the faster he worked his tongue on his cock. Jeremy had a satisfied grin on his face, and he jerked away, and Stan worked on that cock for him. He knew he could not hold out much longer, not at the speed he was jerking him at.
Stan went, “Oh-Oh-Uhm!”
He began to squirt cum all over the plastic on top of his abdomen
Jeremy got an even bigger grin on his face. He did not slow down and moved his right hand up to his head area. Stan tried to move reflexively, but the shrink wrap was unforgiving, and so was his Dominant. He pumped that sensitive head for all its worth.
In a couple of minutes, it was over, and Jeremy pulled his cock out of Stan’s mouth and just laid on top of him for a few minutes. Finally, Jeremy got up and carefully cut small slits down the sides of the shrink wrap and tore it loose, and he was able to capture where Stan had shot his cum easily to dispose of. Soon, he would be making him eat that, too. He disposed of all the used shrink wrap and put everything away in the cabinets.
He went and picked Stan up in a fireman’s carry to their bathroom for a shower.
They had done away with the needless underwear during sleep, they were sitting at the bottom of the bed naked.
Jeremy asked, “Would you like to fill out a survey about tonight’s performance?”
Stan replied, “No, you did such a great job I would like to speak to your supervisor to that I can tell them how awesome that was.”
“In this bedroom, I am the supervisor, Stan.”
The blond said, “In that case.” He leaned over and they kissed for several minutes.
Jeremy said, “The more control you give me, the better I will make it.”
Stan said, “I know.”
They got in the bed under the covers, and the bigger man hugged his blond submissive close. Now they had at least reinforcements and two, well three fine minds. They might get out of this mess, yet stranger things had happened.
“Goodnight Stan, awesome fuck.”
“Goodnight, Jeremy; I would have to agree with your assessment.”
Culver’s Basement:
Well, they had fucked again, and the cameras were showing every possible angle.
Dr. Culver, “That fucking goodie two shoes, Rachel Stockton, of course, she just had to go there.
Scratchy voice, “At least the shrink wrap scene was hot, they may possibly be at ground zero for an extinction-level event, and still they fuck away.
The voice everyone knows must be a psychologist, “Who knows? Maybe she and the LT will go at it some?”
Cigarette blew a fresh cloud of stink for all to enjoy, “Of course, she had to show up their Culver, which just proves what I have said all along. You-Are-An-Ass.”
Scratchy voice, “You sound like a fucking broken record, “Culver is an Ass, Culver is an Ass, Culver is an Ass.”
Cigarette exhaled another cloud of carcinogens, “If you like, I can start calling you an Ass as well; it’s a rather apt description. Regardless, nothing changes that fact that Culver is an Ass, that fact remains immutable.”
Dr. Culver, “Yes, yes, we all know I am an Ass, now I will be an Ass having wet dreams about shrink wrap for about a month.”
