They manhandled me into that van, not the cabin. It was a portable laboratory complete with a hundred working sensors and an easy-chair style bed in the center. Lights blinked, monitors hummed, and a dozen tubes trailed down from the ceiling to where they could easily be reached. Not at all clean and blank like that observation room had been, and ten times scarier.
But it also fascinated me to the point where the MPs were able to clap a bar to my ankles to spread my legs before I even noticed what they were doing. I cursed and spat at them, so they slapped me a little then strapped a ball-gag into my mouth. It was attached to a cable, in the rear, which lifted me and stretched my neck, making a nasty headache come crashing into my brain. The fucking thing...if I moved too much it hurt even more, so I stayed as immobile as I could.
Even as they fucking cut my clothes off.
Completely.
With those heavy-duty medical scissors that have that little slab-like thing on the end, to keep them from digging into your skin.
First went my jacket, which pissed me off; I liked the damned thing. Then went my shirt and undershirt, and not in the fun ways I’d do when tearing the clothes off a man I was about to fuck. It was all so neat and precise and antiseptic, like they were planning to put it back together, or something. Each article was folded and laid into a gleaming metal pan.
Wait...were they going to run tests on what I wore? WTF?
I hadn’t worn a belt so the jeans went, next, cutting down one leg then up the other, leaving me in just my boxer briefs and boots and socks. Then those were all cut away, too.
And throughout, they didn’t do one damn bit of fondling. Didn’t let their hands get anywhere near my groin or ass cheeks. What the fuck, guys; if you’re gonna strip me at least have fun with it.
I was able to glimpse Cute Guard standing by the door, on alert, his rifle ready to blow me apart if I made one wrong move. God, he was pretty. Broad shoulders. Trim hips. Fine legs in a fighter’s stance. All form-fitting. Shit!
I’m sure everybody thought I was so very hurt and really humiliated, being in this position, I couldn’t do anything but suffer, so just to be a fatherfucker I worked myself into an erection while looking at him. Thought of ripping his uniform off and chewing on what promised to be a pair of gorgeous tits. Leaving shreds of his pants around his waist as I threw him over that chair and fucked his adorable ass for an hour or two. Then yank his dick into being hard and sucking every ounce of cum out of him. Not just once but five fucking times, I was so fucking pissed off at him and everyone in that fucking van.
Which he noticed. And he scowled at me. The little punk. I’d have blown him a kiss if this fucking thing hadn’t been in my mouth.
Suddenly, lab techies were pouring in, and they got straight to work. Measuring me. Shoving some kind of narrow tube up my ass. Another very slim metal tube was slipped into my urethra. And they even probed my fucking ears and nostrils. SHIT!
Then my brain caught up to me.
They’d had Irin before me. Had they done this shit to him? To my Irin? Oh, they’d better not have.
I felt the tube up my ass begin to massage my prostate as the one in my urethra started to shiver...and I thought for a second I’d pass out from the sudden beauty of it. Running faster and faster. Harder and harder. Forcing sudden grunts from me as the sensations began to overwhelm and then out of nowhere—BOOM! I came. Faster than I ever had, before. My whole body rocked when I fired. Once...twice...three times...and then it stopped and I was completely drained.
In every way.
I hung from the cable, limp and breathing hard, so I was maneuvered onto the chair/bed and strapped down. Across my chest. My arms. My hips. My thighs. My knees. My ankles. Even one across my forehead to minimize my ability to look around. Finally, the ball gag was removed from my mouth. My jaw ached so much it took me a few minutes to get it and my tongue back to where they were working.
During that time, in came Dr. Captain with a gleaming silver tablet in hand. Apparently he led this little group, and he looked so fucking good doing it I wanted to fuck him ten times more than I had in that room. Maybe even make him suck off the Cute Guard.
He did some tapping on his tablet and something flickered above me. I shifted to look and saw...
Me. In that room. In that laboratory. In Area 51, I guess. Also naked and strapped into a similar chair, with that tube up my dick. And probably the other one up my ass.
“That’s not a recording,” Dr. Captain said. “That’s a live feed. That’s your identical twin, in every way. And in every measurement. Which is impossible. Even the most identical twins have slight differences in structure or weight or measurements, even by just millimeters. But you and he are perfectly the same. Not one aspect even slightly different. Even his DNA is exactly the same as yours...except for one aspect. His brain activity is minimal, while yours is not.”
He did like the word even, didn’t he?
His tablet flashed. He looked at it then looked around...then nodded.
“And here is confirmation. You are the real Warren Dircum, and the one we have back at the lab is a clone. Amazing.”
“I go by Dirc,” I managed to growl. No sense pretending I was anyone else but me. “Where’s Irin?”
“In a helicopter,” he said, his mind elsewhere. “So you were even in San Jose...”
“What about the dogs?”
“What about them?” his mind was still deep in thought.
“What’d you do with them?”
He finally looked at me, confused. “You’re worried about a couple of mongrels instead of yourself or even your lover?”
“Irin’s my mate, and you told me where you’re taking him. Now where’s our dogs?”
“Answer me some questions, first. Who were you working with? Where are they from? How did you and your lover even wind up aligning with them?”
“He’s my MATE, motherfucker.”
“Hmph, you act like you’re like wolves. Interesting.”
I was getting really pissed, so snapped, “If you’ve hurt them, so help me...”
“Your dogs attacked my men,” he said, eyeing me like you would a specimen in a petri dish. “They defended themselves. Both animals are currently being tested for rabies.”
Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, meaning...
“You fucking killed them?” I almost howled. “You son-of-a-bitch!”
His eyes grew diamond hard as he growled, “You don’t have the moral high ground here, Warren. You, alone, are responsible for the deaths of hundreds of men and boys...”
“Men only, bitch,” I spat back. “Guys like you. Buff. Pretty. Easy to suck off. Even better to fuck. I think I’ll have you, next. Doggy style, you shit.”
“So you even admit to kidnapping, raping, and murdering an untold number of men.”
I licked my lips and sneered, “It’s not rape if you cum, honey. It’s just rough sex. And I didn’t kill anybody.”
“The piles of bones in that cave say otherwise.”
“You know fucking well that’s a lie.”
He almost smiled then turned to the Cute Guard to ask, “Are your men ready?”
“Yes, sir.” Damn, he even sounded nice.
“Then let’s head on. I have a crew who’ll remain on-site till the team arrives...” Then he turned to me to continue, “And we will tear this house down, piece by piece, testing it every step of the way until we know what the hell is going on here.”
“You think our cabin’ll tell you all you need to know?”
“It’s a start. And even so, you are part of the process.”
I laughed. God, I was getting to where I hated that fucking word, even. It was anything but...
He turned to a butch-looking female lab-rat and said, “We even need three more specimens from him, before we’re back to the lab. Can you handle that?”
She cast me the hardest, most frightening smile I’d ever seen in my life as she purred, “With pleasure.”
Hey, Beast...Beast! You wanna get me out of this? Or at least save Irin! Okay? BEAST!
Still no response.
Dr. Captain and Cute Guard exited along with the rest of the lab-rats, leaving me alone with this bitch...who could only be named Helga, She Wolf of the SS. Dark hair. Ice-blue eyes. Square face and body. I’d have said she’s a dyke, but she looked just a bit too pleased at the prospect of jacking me off.
“Y’know, I’m not really into girls, anymore,” I said.
“Good,” she sighed. “That will make this even better.”
Then she punched a button and the thing up my ass started massaging my prostate, again, but this time in ways that were not at all comfortable.
I finally noticed she had a tuning fork in hand, which she tapped against a metal part of the chair before touching it to the tube in my urethra. It hummed and shivered, and it damn near drove me crazy from the sudden, intense sensations screaming through me. Howling lightning shot from my tits to my ears to my lips to my dick to my toes, crackling like a relay had been set up through the middle of my body.
But what was worse? The bitch started massaging my balls. Hard. Rolling them. Pulling at them like they were walnuts she wanted to crack, pun not intended. And I could not twist away from her.
As for my dick...I honestly don’t know whether or not I was erect when this wave of euphoria swept over me, starting in my scrotum and crashing over every part of my body in ways that almost hurt...until I fired stream after stream of cum.
Helga caught every bit of it in a clear glass tumbler. How? I have no idea. I just know I was breathing harsh, like I’d just run a mile, and almost whimpering.
She ran her fingers down the insides of my thighs, toying with the hair on them, and purred, “I’ll give you a couple minutes to recuperate. You’ll need it. ‘Cause when he asks for three specimens, what he really means is thirty. Which isn’t impossible. We’ve got a seven hour drive. Should be just right.”
I managed to find presence of mind enough to snap, “You do this...do this to Irin, too?”
“Only a few times, which is disappointing. He’s much better-looking than you. But who knows, when we get there? I may have some more fun with him.” She placed her right hand on my belly and caressed my abs. “It’s my specialty.” Then she leaned in close enough to kiss my ear and whispered, “I’ve been practicing my skills for a long, long time.”
That crushed me. I’d hoped she hadn’t done anything to Irin. They’d seemed to be more interested in me. Besides, he was being ferried to Area 51 by chopper, so she’d have had no time to have her fun. But her proudly acknowledging she’d raped my mate jolted me out of my post-ejaculation euphoria, and I growled, low and mean, “Be glad you’re female. All I’ll do is kill you.”
That made her laugh. And with reason, I’m sure. The straps holding me down were leather sewn over metal cords, so I couldn’t tear them. I was immobilized.
For now.
But they couldn’t keep me in here. They’d have to transport me into that fucking cold room, again, and I’d be ready for any opportunity I saw to start tearing them all up.
I think she saw those thoughts play over my face, because that’s when the bitch grabbed my dick and set my prostate to being massaged, again, and tapped her fucking tuning fork to the tube up inside it...and I found myself crashing through the whole process, again, for the third time in half an hour.
And in seconds I was adding more cum to that tumbler.
Again, I was almost lost in the sudden fire of it all.
Helga saw it and caressed my chest. Toyed with my tits. Used a pinky to play with my belly button.
“This is how all men should be served,” she chuckled.
I had to respond or lose all confidence in myself, so I chuckled, “Not...not with...without a potato in...in his mouth and...and parsley garnishing his ass. Right?”
“That sounds tasty.” And she pinched my left tit hard enough to make me scream. “You’d make a good roast. Just enough fat on you to build a fine gravy from...”
She smoothed her hand over my chest and toyed with my side...my love handles, though they weren’t really big enough to call them that.
Holy fucking shit. One way or the other it was looking more and more I was going to be tonight’s special on the menu. But then I figured there might be something worse she had planned.
“You...you ain’t gonna make me...fuck you...are you?”
“Don’t be silly. We don’t have the privacy for that.”
“Thank god. I am so beyond that bullshit.”
She grabbed my dick, again, and started that fucking butt-plug to massaging me. I grunted, despite myself.
“No man is ever beyond it,” she snarled. “Gay or straight. We saw that when you raped your former prison buddy. It was amazing to watch. Him getting hard as you sucked on him. Him fighting you but you still fucking him. Then him vanishing. That last part is what we need to understand, now. And you will tell us what happens. In full.”
She tapped the tuning fork and touched it to the tube in my dick and I nearly screamed, it was so intensely right.
“We’ve caught readings of abnormal occurrences,” she continued as my dick began taking over my mind. “We’ll want you to replicate them, so we can hone in on its location...”
I clenched my teeth, hard, and jolted up in response to the screaming sensations in my body, and managed to say, “You...you gonna give me...another guy to...to do it to?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
I tried to hold back the rush of need roaring through me, saying, “Make it the...that Cute Guard...and we got a...a deal.”
Then BAM! Another explosion from within me. Streams of cum firing from my balls and draining even the slightest bit of coherence from me.
But at least I was aware enough to hear her say, “If that’s what it takes.”
