Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 01:14:11 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Guinea Pigs

				GUINEA PIGS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Sacerdote." came the word all around them.
     One, two, three, four, five, thought Dane Parsons.
     "Clepsydra." came the next word right on time.
     "Damn it, shut up!" Dane shouted at the bare walls.
     "Orrery."
     "Shit." Dane muttered.
     "Funicular."
     "God, shut up, shut up, shut up!"
     "Parricide."
     "Give it a rest, Parsons." Adam Boren suggested.
     "They're driving me crazy!" Dane said. "This is like the Chinese water
torture!"
     "Horripilation."
     "They must be studying us." Adam said. "They started out with small
words, remember?"
     "Antimacassar."
     "Yeah, but now, I don't even know what most of these words mean!"
     "I know some of them." Adam pointed out.
     "Jactitation."
     "Well, so do I." Dane conceded. "But Jesus, they don't stop, not for,
God, how long have we been here, days?"
     "I don't know, either." Adam said.
     "God, we've got to get out of here!"
     "Callilily."
     "If you have an idea, I'm listening." Adam said.
     Dane looked at Adam, felt rage at this man for staying calm. Shit,
they'd been kidnaped, both of them! Taken right off the
shuttle...somehow. Dane still didn't remember what had happened. He just
knew he'd been in the shuttle bay, floating along as always, and
then...pop! He was here. So was Adam, the mission specialist. The other
five members were presumably still back on the shuttle.
     As for him and Adam, they were now in a small room, featureless, only
a single thing like a hospital operating bed in the middle of it. Adam was
lying down on it now, Dane was pacing back and forth in front of what could
have been a window...if there had been anything beyond it to see. All he
saw was a featureless grayness, gray as the steel of the walls, ceiling,
floor. The padding on the bed was also that same shade of gray. He didn't
have anything to see but Adam, and nothing to hear (except Adam) but that
litany of words. They'd begun with "cat, run, wash, shirt," but it had been
a long time and they hadn't repeated any words since they'd started, near
as he could tell. Now they were onto words that he was puzzling over, if he
could puzzle over any word that wasn't replaced five seconds later by
another word just as weird. First he'd tried to find some pattern, some
reason, that these...whoever they were...were throwing the words at
them. Learning their language? But there was no attempt to
communicate. Just the words, that droned on and on and on and on and
on.... He guillotined that train of thought. Those words...they were
getting to him!
     That's when he realized. "Adam...the words have stopped."
     "Yeah." Adam sat up, relaxed no longer. "I guess they're done with
whatever they were doing."
     "Completion." came the word from nowhere.
     "They've used that one already." Dane pointed out.
     "I know." Adam hissed, shushing him with his hand-motion, down, boy,
down!
     "Integration."
     Dane kept quiet, but was pretty sure they'd used that one already,
too.
     "Inception. Agitation."
     That's when Dane felt it. Raw, unadulterated rage! He burst into
action, but could only beat his fists against the gray walls, and
yell. "NGYARRRRR!" bellowed out from his lungs, his eyes saw only a blur
that wasn't just the grayness of the wall, his blood was pounding in his
face, his heart was pumping furiously from the adrenaline....
     "Cessation."
     And it was over, as quickly as it had started, panting, sweating, Dane
sagged backwards. "Jesus." he gasped out. Looked over at Adam.
     Adam was sitting on the floor. Whatever he looked, it wasn't angry.
     "What'd they do to you?" he asked.
     "They made you angry." Adam said, a weak quaver in his voice. "For
me...it was fear."
     "Inception." came the remorseless voice. "Adjustment."
     Dane felt the sensation again. "Oh, God!" He gasped out.
     This time it was...reverence. Suddenly, he was worshiping at the altar
of...everything! Like he saw the hand of God on everything around him!
     And he saw Adam, who was crying. Actual wailing-type weeping, tears
streaming down his face.
     In his rush of beneficence, he started to go to Adam, to comfort
him...and it was over. His sense of oneness with the universe ended, as did
Adam's tears.
     "God!" Adam said, as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his uniform,
the one-piece blue NASA jumpsuit.
     "Why are they doing this?" Dane asked.
     "How the hell would I know." Adam said.
     "Inception." came the word again.
     "Aw, cripes!" Dane moaned.
     "Recombination."
     And now Dane felt...what was this? Whatever it was, it made him feel
great! It was like the emotion before, in that the world seemed wonderful,
but now, it was not that he felt overawed, he felt...marvelous! Like the
world was right and moving in accord with his whims.
     He looked at Adam. At the clean-swept black hair, the sheen of the
golden-skinned cheek, at the soft azure of his eyes, at the way his body
filled out so pleasingly the otherwise shapeless blue jumpsuit, that made
him.... "Oh, shit!" Dane said. "I'm in love with you!"
     Adam smiled, and those white teeth shot knives into Dane's
heart. "Yeah, me, too, with you." he said. "A lot better than those other
two, isn't it?"
     "Yeah." Dane agreed. "Sorry to see it go, even."
     "Yeah." Adam said.
     And they waited, as Dane drank in the sight of Adam, wanting to hold
him so much, take him in his arms.
     And they waited.
     "I don't think they're turning this one off." Dane said.
     "I guess not." Adam confirmed. "So what do we do?"
     Dane swallowed hard. "What else? I mean, I want you and you want me,
right?"
     Adam didn't say anything.
     "Right?" Dane repeated. If Adam didn't want him, too...."
     "Of course I want you." Adam said. "It's just that it's them doing it
to us."
     "I don't mind." Dane admitted. "Hell, I wouldn't have minded before,
even." He wasn't sure about the veracity of that, but if it would get Adam
into his arms, he would have sworn just about anything.
     It worked. Adam moved toward him and Dane felt as if an orchestra was
playing triumphantly romantic music all about. Adam's hands touched his
arms and Dane shivered, Adam's lips reached for his and Dane shuddered,
Adam's lips pressed against his...and the shivers were gone, for they were
born only of uncertainty, and that was gone now. He grabbed Adam's body and
pulled him tight, was pulled in his turn and their chests collided.
     God, Dane prayed to either his creator or the aliens, or both, he
didn't care, God, whatever you do, don't turn it off until we're done! The
thought that in the midst of making love, he might find himself holding a
man who didn't want him any longer, not when he wanted Adam this much now!
     He didn't dare restrain himself, not taunt fate by drawing out this
moment. He kissed Adam's mouth hungrily, tore his lips away to send them
over Adam's neck, to kiss and nibble the tender skin there while his
fingers found the top of the jumpsuit and whicked it open eagerly.
     "Oh, God, yes!" Adam murmured as Dane's lips followed his fingers
down, and now he was sucking ardently on one distended nipple, tasting the
nectar of that dark-hued oval as if it could produce for him the milk of
the gods.
     Adam's hands were flailing at him ineffectually, balked by his posture
from reciprocating, and when Dane felt those hands pulling at the back of
his jumpsuit and understood their meaning, he was glad to break off, rise
up, present himself for Adam's pleasure.
     Adam dove for Dane's body as he undid Dane's uniform, and Dane hissed
in ecstatic delight as Adam's hands plied themselves over his body
underneath the garment, feeling him while Adam kissed the soft indentation
at the base of Dane's neck beneath his Adam's apple (Adam was kissing near
his Adam's apple, Dane snickered at the irrelevant thought, then sighed as
his so-tender skin was brought to life.
     Dane started to remove his jumpsuit, and Adam stopped him. "No, not
here." he panted. "Not while they're watching us. Next time."
     "Then what?" Dane panted.
     Adam's hands caught at his fly beneath the buckle, and undid that, and
Dane understood.
     "Up on the table, then." He said as Adam brought his cock out into the
light of day, where it throbbed in unspent joy.
     Adam obeyed, lay on his back and Dane climbed on top of him,
presenting his dong to Adam's face, and as those so-soft lips enclosed upon
him, he was fishing inside Adam's fly. For a moment he was baffled, having
chosen the wrong direction for the shaft, and only felt the hairy balls and
nothing beyond, then he realized his error and slid his hand back to the
other side and there it was, thick, hard, pulsing as his fingers felt over
it, and he gripped it and pulled it out, a rigid column of proud manhood
boasting to the uncaring gray steel of its potency.
     Dane paused then, for Adam's lips and tongue were dancing over his
prick, sending surges and waves of passion through his body, then his eyes
focused on Adam's cock like a hawk upon its prey, and he pounced, shoved it
down his throat, wanting to take all of it in one gulp!
     He made it more than halfway down the shaft before he was stopped by
the unbending shaft conflicting with his unlubricated throat, and he was
forced to withdraw, but it was a hard-fought withdrawal, him clinging to
every particle of the hard shaft as he went, and Adam rewarded him by
giving out a long, low croon that emanated from his heart as Dane pulled
up, up, up, up...and off.
     "God, you're hot." Dane breathed huskily. "This cock is burning my
mouth, it's so worked up."
     "Yeah, get me off, quick." Adam murmured back to him. "Who knows when
they'll turn this off on us."
     "I promise, Adam, that even if they do, I'll finish this." Dane
said. "You deserve it and I won't leave you dangling."
     "Me, too." Adam gasped. "Oh, God, do it, now, please!" he groaned.
     Dane returned to sucking Adam's cock and Adam returned the favor. Any
hope of talking now was past, Dane was lost within the joyful sensations
racing through his body, he could only feel his cock in Adam's mouth, his
mouth on Adam's prick, the two of them moving in harmony, intent on one
common goal...climax!
     Maybe the aliens were still meddling in their emotions for Dane found
that his own passion built up the same amount that Adam was groaning, his
need surged within him as Adam's groans wavered ever higher in pitch, his
sperm pooled in his balls as Adam's groans reached a crescendo, and then,
just as Adam's moans hit that magical sticking point where they burst forth
and shatter, Dane's own cock struck orgasm.
     He felt Adam's hot seed spurting into him while his own cock
ejaculated vehemently into Adam's waiting mouth, Dane felt the kinship of
matching climaxes seize him, his own body was so enraptured by this
so-powerful delight that it downplayed everything else, he could suck on
Adam's dong without the slightest difficulty, Adam's jizz was welcomed by
his mouth, he could drink down sperm and breath without conflict of any
kind, all because his own body was jetting jism down into his companion and
for this brief period, so brief but so important, he was one with Adam and
there was no hindrance at all to the giving and obtaining of pleasure.
     Even when they were done, when their bodies subsided into limp
rag-dolls of drained ecstasy, Dane felt this bond persist, it was like Adam
had become a part of him, two halves of a whole matched up again, ready to
remain so forever.
     "Excellent." said the voice. "Confirmation and fruition."
     Dazed, Dane grimaced and rose off of Adam's spent body, ready to
endure whatever else these aliens were about to throw at him.
     "No, Earth citizen, you need not fear, we are attuned now. You have
now established your mating bond?"
     "Uh?" Dane said. "Yeah, I guess we have." That was one way of putting
what he and Adam had done.
     "Excellent. We wish you to be happy during your voyage with us."
     Dane suddenly realized.... "You're taking us with you somewhere? Back
to your own world?"
     "Of course." the voice said to him. "We have much to learn from
you. It is our practice to take a mated pair with us back to our planet for
more comprehensive study."
     "How long do you intend to keep us?" Adam asked.
     "Why, for the rest of your lives." the alien said. "It is why we need
a mated pair. Your progeny will permit us to complete our review of your
world and its dominant-species culture. After a few generations, we shall
return your descendants to your planet and establish full contact. We
regret the personal inconvenience, but it is a necessary
precedent. Otherwise, we risk any amount of possibly-fatal error."
     "I can understand that." Dane said, his voice a gurgle. Boy, these
aliens had already made an error, a real doozy!
     "Very good." the alien said. "We shall permit you privacy now that we
are attuned to you. Feel free to reconfirm your mating bond until our
return."
     "Thanks." Dane said.
     "Do you think we're really left alone now?" Adam said.
     "Sure." Dane said. "After all, we're a mated pair of specimens from
Earth. You and I are supposed to get busy making them more specimens. After
all, they want to avoid any error."
     "Especially the one they made picking you and me." Adam said. "If
they're going to wait until you and I produce children, they're going to be
waiting a long time."
     "Which leads us to our first problem." Dane agreed. "When do we tell
them how they just screwed up, bad?"
     "They plan to keep Earthmen as experimental specimens, a couple of
guinea pigs for aliens. I say we keep it secret as long as we can, for
Earth's sake." Adam stated. "Otherwise, they might just turn the ship
around and get themselves two more humans to replace us."
     "And they might get luckier the next time around. I agree." Dane
said. "Uh, you realize that means we're going to have to keep up the mating
rituals for them."
     "M-hm." Adam said softly.
     "And the more time we mate, the less time the aliens will have to ask
questions." Dane said.
     Adam's hand slipped into his own. "I was counting on that."
     Dane turned toward Adam with a smile. He just hoped the aliens didn't
figure out their mistake until he was too old to appreciate it.

				  THE END
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