(Lending a Hand)
The next morning at 6:01 A.M. station time, Jeremy and Stan had awoken, Jeremy first, and he had gently shaken Stan awake. He had woken up with a case of solid morning wood and wanted some attention. The dynamic was gradually changing between them, and they both liked it. In the past, when something like this occurred, Jeremy would have finessed his way into it, like maybe lowering the covers and showing the blond as a hint. Or said something like, “I suppose I couldn’t get you to take care of that?”
This morning, however, Jeremy had simply waited for Stan to get good and awake. Then once he was........
Jeremy told him, “Slide down under the covers and suck me off.”
It had been that simple, and Stan disappeared below the covers and took his time and did a thorough job of servicing Jeremy. He kept getting better and better.
Once finished, they got up and put on pajamas and a bathrobe and went up to eat a nice breakfast. The LT and Rachel had worked together, and it was a great breakfast. As they sat eating, they talked, and the LT had an ask.
The LT said, “This is totally not regulation, but Jeremy and Stan, all the bases on the island seem to be back up and functional. With the exception, and you know there must be one, Palmer station, the one most distant from us up in the northwest. They have an engineering problem no one can solve; it is not a secret that you guys are supposed to be like super brains. Feel neighborly enough to take a helicopter ride and at least have a look at it for them. They got a thousand people subsisting from auxiliary generators?”
Stan looked at Jeremy, who said, “We would be happy to help if we can, what about Rachel?”
The LT said, “After seeing how easy it is to get stuck, Rachel, you want to suit up and go with us? If something were to happen, it would leave you here all alone, uncomfortable with that.”
Rachel said, “Sure, I'm up for a helicopter ride, and I’m a physicist, so I may be able to help as well.”
The LT said, “It’s settled then. After breakfast, we’ll suit up and head out. This place is not the best place to be flying around. Crosswinds are coming from the ocean and such, so it will probably take us an hour and twenty or an hour and a half to fly each way. We have those heavy-duty military helicopters, like what brought you here, so there is plenty of fuel.”
All Stan had taken was a laptop; he could access the A.I. here; they would have every kind of tool one could think of at Palmer station. They had been in the air about ten minutes, and everyone on board, but the LT, who already knew, could see what he meant; it was a choppy ride. Rachel sat up front with the LT, and Stan and Jeremy were in the next row of seats back. They could talk through the radios on the headsets, otherwise it would be hard to hear one another.
Jeremy smiled at Stan and said, “Bet you are surely wishing you were cutting some waves on a surfboard now, don’t you, California man?”
Stan replied, “I never get in the ocean, and I have a saying about that.”
Rachel said from up front, “I bet this will be a good one, what is it?”
Stan grinned and replied, “I am of the opinion that any sentient being that willingly places themselves into an environment where they are suddenly at the bottom of the food chain, is none too bright.”
Finally, they landed, and this station had many more buildings up top than Culver. They were met by a civilian commander, Hutchings. He was a big, brawny man who was quick to smile and had a good sense of humor.
He approached the LT as they stepped away from the helicopter and asked, “So, are these the super nerds?”
The LT said, “They are quite smart; this one is Jeremy Odell, this is Stan Leighton, and this lovely creature is Rachel.”
“High guys I am Bob Hutchings.”
This was Stan’s area, “So you cannot get your power grid to stabilize?”
Hutchings said, “Goodness, you are younger than my son, that’s right.
The LT said, “Don’t let their youth fool you, Bob. They know what they are doing.”
They went to where the main station was, took some meters, and connected them up. At various places, Stan asked the big man to throw juice at it. It began almost fine, but quickly, the power levels dropped. They took about a half hour to test components, then Stan knew.
Young Stan came over to the big man, Hutchings, “Sir, can I get access to your software that regulates this? Believe you got scrambled, and you have some polarization taking place.”
Hutching said, “Shit!” Then looked at Rachel, “Sorry, Ma’am.”
Jeremy said, “What’s wrong? If the software got fragged, our backups did too; the station designers were not very wise.”
Stan grinned at him, “No problem, I will write you new software, it will probably even work better than what you had.”
As they started, big Bob Hutchings said, “He can do that?”
Jeremy smiled, “And how, you better believe he can do that.”
They got up to the control room, and Stan got a satellite link with SKIPPER to assist him; this would not take long.
He erased all the damaged code and began anew. SKIPPER filled out a great deal of it. He was typing code like a maniac, never making any errors. He knew exactly what he wanted, and from time to time, SKIPPER would make suggestions. He was already way ahead of the A.I., which was neat because it kept learning from him.
He began the programming initializing and established a link with SKIPPER.
He told Hutchings, “This happens again, we can zip you a backup from Culver station. I am a great believer in redundancy. The software kicked in, the power grid took off at 110% efficiency, and it held.
Bob Hutchings said, “Thank goodness, why aren’t you working up here?”
Stan looked around, “Well, I am that will be $19.99. Would you like me to check your tire pressure, sir?”
“No, son. We’ll take 110% efficiency on our grid. Thank you so much. Thanks for bringing him up here, LT.”
The flight back had been choppy and gut-wrenching; Jeremy handed Stan and Rachel a Zofran and took one himself. The LT was used to it. Soon they were landing back at Culver Station. They got out and helped the LT cover the helicopter up and Rachel opened the base with her ID. They all went and showered and put regular clothes on. Stan was in a tight pair of shorts, house shoes, and a Tee Shirt that said, “Maybe I don’t love L.A. so much.”
Rachel, Jeremy, and Stan sat in the den to have a drink and let their stomachs settle before a meal. The LT was charcoaling hamburgers and frying French fries. She went to help slice tomatoes and onions and perhaps make a dessert; she liked being around the big LT.
Jeremy fixed Stan a Long Island Tea and got himself a drink of scotch. Damn it they were underground with most likely extraterrestrial beings in Antarctica they were allowed to drink.
Jeremy got a funny look on his face and sat next to Stan, and he undid his pants, grabbed Stan’s left hand, and slid it over down inside his underwear. Stan grinned and began to play with his balls.
Jeremy said, “Nice, just like that. You did a damned fine job at Palmer Station. I would not be surprised if they did not erect your statue. You know, I was always so bright and learned things so easily; few people in the world hold the kind of degree of power I do, and I am only 25. Sometimes I feel stupid or useless in the same room with you.”
Stan turned his green eyes towards him, “You are every bit as smart as me, if not smarter. It is just that a great deal of the stuff we have run into has been in my areas of expertise. There may come a time when our very survival depends on you, and I won’t have a clue what to do. We are smart at different things is all.”
They ate in a half hour, and all laughed; Rachel said she and the LT were going to watch a movie. Stan who had been carefully still rubbing Jeremy’s balls under the table.
Jeremy said, “I think me, and Stan are tired; go back to the room, get some kind of reading in, or something, and we will turn in early. Tomorrow, we need to start strategizing about what to do about what is in the lab.”
Rachel said, “I agree, all day lab day tomorrow.”
Jeremy, as he surreptitiously buttoned and zipped his fly closed, said, “LT, you and Rachel owe me a physical as well. We must do it every six weeks. Also, if either of you takes any maintenance meds, I need to know. Don’t run out of them or do without.”
Jeremy was stalling for a moment to let his hard-on go back down; for that fact, so was Stan. Jeremy thought it was best to keep an eye on both their testosterone levels; they were not high enough to be problematic yet if they continued to rise however, they could be. He could easily counter it with medication, but that was not called for yet.
The two got up and said goodnight, the LT and Rachel told them goodnight as well.
As soon as they were back in their quarters, Jeremy said, okay, god of physics-like things and programming. Off with every stitch of clothing you have on. Stan looked at him pleasantly, and he obeyed. It's a bit of a test first, with no restraints. Jeremy undressed and then went and found his tennis shoes; the more he did this, the more he liked it. He was going to add a twist and see what an unbound Stan would do.
He sat down on the side of the bed, “Okay, Stan, put my tennis shoes on for me and lace them up good.”
Stan didn’t hesitate. He got down on his hands and knees, put them on him, and laced them up well. Jeremy wasn’t sure where this idea came from; he did not typically watch videos like this or fantasize about it. Yet the idea was making him as hard as could be. Stan waited on the floor on his knees awaiting instruction.
Jeremy slid his shoes out a little bit, leaned over, and let a liberal amount of spit run down from his mouth onto one.
He looked at Stan, “Okay cocksucker, time to spit shine that shoe for me.”
His submissive Stan didn’t even hesitate; he leaned down and delivered long licks to his spit-covered shoe. Jeremy had a clear moment and thought, why am I having him do this? I have never had anyone do this before. It was not a particular fantasy he had ever jerked off to. Though watching the blond do it with such enthusiasm was making him hot. Something was out of place here.
After about five minutes, he leaned over and let a long trail of his spit cover the top of the other shoe.
“Get on that my shoeshine cocksucker bitch.”
Stan immediately moved over and went to work.
Jeremy thought, ‘Shoeshine cocksucker bitch?’ He was not above some light dirty, talking to a submissive partner, this was not him, but he was so horny, and it was making him so hot. Again, something was out of place, why? Maybe he was just hornier than he thought? His submissive was not just licking that shoe for him more than he was attacking it.
Another thought ran through his head, “[Exposure Detected], Chance of harmful medical effects = 0.” What if the damn thing was wrong, it might be powerful, but it was just an overgrown calculator. He had the submissive work the tops and soles of his tennis shoes for about half an hour, adding plenty of spit along the way.
“Okay, enough, Stan, sand up.”
The handsome blond did, he took the shoes off and tossed them back into the pile of unpacked stuff. He got up and went to the wardrobe and looked around, these looked interesting, and that would work just fine with them. He also got a new bottle of lube he could swear there was more there than there had been before. He came back over to Stan and threw most of the stuff on the bed. What he kept were differing lengths of thin leather-looking belts.
“Stan, put your feet together with your ankles together, but your arms down your sides, and keep them snugly in place there.”
His submissive complied, “and ne started at his ankles and worked to his upper chest and wrapped the belts around him and tightened them snugly. He always fastened them out of range for one of his hands to reach. He was all secured up.
He went over to a computer that was on the desk and badged into it. He set the music kind of loud; it had nice speakers, and set it to random rock. He then walked over to the bed and got a ping-pong paddle. The music started with, Pat Benatar’s, “Hit Me with Your Best Shot,”
He pushed Stan’s front up the bed but let him stand he just had the bed for balance. He got in a good position and delivered a good smack to the right cheek of his ass.
“Whap!”
Now the left cheek, “Whap!”
He did this for a while, alternating between ass cheeks, and waiting a bit between cycles to let the sting go down so he could feel it again. His normally tanned and nice ass was now red, he was hitting him but not overly hard. Enough so he would know it, probably for a couple of days. He was unsure how long this lasted, but he got a cogent thought through. Sure, he was not past a good smack now and again, even light impact play, nothing like this. He was just on fire and wanted to do it, but he could do it. He finished with that and threw the ping-pong paddle onto the bed.
He got down and took the belt fastened around his submissive’s knees.
He turned him around, “Get on your knees, Stan.”
He helped him maintain balance; he did not want him to fall. Once he was down here, he took his shoulders and put them on the back of the bed. Then he took his hand, put it on his right forehead, and laid it back on the bed.
He leaned his head down so he could hear him, “Stay just like this, I am going to lean over you and mouthfuck you. Open for me, and don’t try to move around any; lay here and take it.”
Stan looked at him with green eyes and nodded his obedience.
Jeremy leaned over the top of him carefully and got lined up right. He pushed the head of his cock up to his submissive’s lips who opened them to let him in. He pushed in and was not slow in how deep he went. He could not hear well now as Aerosmith’s “Jannie’s Got a Gun” played loudly. The first two or three times he went in deep, Stan gagged rather loudly.
He continued to give the submissive a steady rough mouthfucking. He had great leverage from this position, and his submissive would cooperate; he could not go anyplace. Jeremy laid his chest on the bed, and it felt so good, he had closed his eyes, to the good feeling.
He opened them, and now it was somewhat different; he had dark eyes, but all his eyes, completely, were dark as night. He continued to mouthfuck the submissive. His completely dark eyes were not focused on anything. If they were how would anyone know?
To Stan, this was the roughest Jeremy had been with him, but he didn’t mind. He was having to work to control the gagging occasionally, and his ass was burning like crazy. Jeremy would give him a solid smack to the ass every so often but had never paddled him before. It did provide a huge endorphin rush to his body, so the ass might sting, but his whole body was getting the benefits of the endorphins. He had broken out into a profuse sweat, and the tips of his hair were getting a bit damp.
Jeremy had stopped what he was doing, lifted him, and had him standing on the floor with his stomach on the bed again. Fuck he was strong he had moved Stan like a paperweight. He was lubing his cock up and putting some on his submissives hole. He put the head to his hole and immediately began to apply pressure till it slid in and he wasted no time going deep.
“Uhm,” Stan could not help but make a noise to that; this time, Jeremy did not give it time to settle; he began to immediately fuck Stan at a fast and hard pace.
It was a bit painful for Stan at first, but then it felt quite good. His Dominant was not letting up, and he was getting a true pounding this time. Jeremy had leaned over him and was using his body to hold Stan in place and the floor for leverage.
Stan thought this was quite erotic, he liked this rougher side of Jeremy.
Like it, hate it, learn to love it because the bigger man was dishing it out this way. He went and went, and finally pushed in as far as he could, and Stan could feel his cock as it pulsed up inside him.
Jeremy simply went, “Uhm-Uhm!” until he was completely done.
He grabbed Stan once again and laid him on his back on the side of the bed, and laid his head down on his chest, looking downward. He took the lube and poured some up the length of Stan’s cock. With a very strong grip, he took hold and began to slide his hand up and down it. He started fast from the get-go.
Stan said, “Oh.”
Jeremy stroked him up and down, and never slowed down. Stan was beginning to feel it tingle, he must have been super horny.
His solid black eyes looked down at what he was about to cause to happen, but he never showed any emotion.
Stan was about to fold under this, he was really stroking him fast.
“Fuck me!”
Stan’s cock began to shoot his cum all over his pubic area and abdomen. Jeremy never slowed down a bit
Stan began to wriggle a little bit when the port orgasmic sensitivity hit him, but he could not really move. Jeremy closed his eyes, and when he opened them back up, they were his eyes. He slowed down a little bit. He lifted his head up and looked at Stan.
“You okay, my Stan the man?”
Stan said, “Uh, Uhm, doing fine here that felt fantastic.”
When the sensitivity was gone, Jeremy undid the leather straps holding him and began to put them away.
“How about getting us a shower ready Stan?”
Stan said, “Sure.”
He went into the bathroom and got out towels and washrags. It did not take Jeremy long to follow him. They showered, got out, and dried off.
Jeremy said, “You wore me out.”
Stan smiled at him, and they laid down with Jeremy holding him close. Soon he was asleep, and Stan rose. He just put on a bathrobe and went up and joined Dr. Rachel Stockton and the LT sitting on the couch watching a movie.
Rachel offered Stan some popcorn and turned to look at him. Now, that was in no way right; he usually had emerald, green eyes that were solid black. He was regarding the television and ignoring the popcorn. She just looked, trying to comprehend what could cause that; it got the LT’s attention.
“What the fuck!” He exclaimed and began to get up. Rachel reached a handover and placed it on his leg to keep him still.
She said, “Stan are you okay?”
He didn’t even look at her, nor did he answer.
Rachel looked at the LT, “Something tells me that currently, Stan is not at home. I would advise against any sudden movements, and for goodness sake, do not make whatever that is feel you are a threat.”
The LT was just a meat and potatoes guy, “What is wrong with his eyes?”
She replied, “It is hard to say, but I don’t think that it is a general, everyday, run-of-the-mill medical condition.”
Jeremy had woken up when Stan got out of the bed. He came into the den in a bathrobe, and he saw Stan’s solid dark eyes. He did a double take and slowly walked over to Stan. He looked at Rachel and the LT and looked unsure.
He said, “Stan, can you hear me?”
Stan looked up at him, blinked his eyes a few times, and they returned to the normal green color.
Stan asked, “I am sorry Jeremy, what did you say?”
Jeremy grabbed him and hugged him.
Stan said, “Well, that’s nice; how’d I get in the den? I thought we had gone to bed. I have never had a bout of somnambulism before; how long have I been up here and ouch.”
Jeremy said, “Ouch? Are you in pain?”
Stan looked funny, “Excuse us guys, Jeremy please step into the kitchen with me please,”
Jeremy followed him to the kitchen, and Stan took his bathrobe off
He told Jeremy, “You really wore me out with that ping pong paddle. Don’t get me wrong if that is your thing okay.”
Jeremy was looking at his angry red ass, “You are telling me I did that?”
Stan said, “You don’t remember?”
Jeremy hugged him close, “I would never hurt you like that, put your robe back on and come to medical with me”
Rachel and the LT followed them down, and Jeremy searched around till he found what he was looking for,
He told Rachel and the LT, “Guys we need some privacy,”
Stand said, “I am sure a female of Rachels's good looks, and such has seen it all before. The LT is in the Navy you know he has. Jeremy, the more minds we have on this, the better.”
Stan turned around and said, “Ladies and gentlemen my ass.”
Jeremy pulled his bathrobe up, and they could all see how red it was. Jeremy immediately began to put the medicated ointment on it.
LT asked Jeremy, “Get a little rough with the paddle chief?”
Dr. Jeremy Odell said, “Apparently so; I just don’t remember it.” He gently massaged the ointment into the inflamed skin, and it felt much better.
Rachel said, “What’s with the eyes, they were all dark.”
Stan said, “Apparently, we have some extraterrestrial hijackers. Bad news, they lose; I get in the lab tomorrow I will stop that shit; I believe I know just how.”
Rachel said, “So, they don’t want to be good guests?”
Stan said, “We don’t know what their intentions are as of yet, but that kind of stuff is unacceptable.”
Jeremy, “Agreed.”
Stan said, “We are far from helpless so that we will see tomorrow.”
Culver’s Basement:
The video was spread all over the room
Dr. Culver, “What the fuck is it with extraterrestrials? Every time they want to like to blow the White House up, turn us into pod people, or paddle my fucking geniuses to death!”
The Scratchy Voice, “Must admit thought if it weren’t for the black eye thing it would have been hot.
The voice is so anesthetizing you know it’s a psychologist, “Hell, even with the black eyes, I will take it.”
The guy with the cigarette blew a puff in the air, “They always do us this way Culver because you are such as Ass,
The anesthetizing psychologist said, “Have you ever once stopped to consider cancer man rip-off that you just might be the Ass?”
He blew more smoke in the air, “It Is within the realm of possibility that I could be an Ass, but that still does not preclude Culver from being an Ass too.”
Dr. Culver, “Sure I am Ass, everyone knows it, but that doesn’t change that fact the damned extraterrestrials paddled the hell out of one of my geniuses. Which coincidentally, by the way, it was hot.”
