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"Why are you so quiet today?" Bryce asked, stealing a quick glance over at his friend before returning his eyes to the road. "You've been staring off at nothing since we left the city. We hardly get to see each other these days, so I thought you'd be a lot more talkative. I hope you're not falling asleep on me- I still need you to give me directions."

"S-sorry," Logan responded furtively as he was shaken out of his silent reverie by his companion. He lifted his chin from his hoof. He had been slumped over against the car door with his elbow resting on the open window. He fidgeted until he was sitting upright once more, then cleaned the lenses of his glasses while he squinted at the signs on the side of the dusty road. "You'll need to turn right up here, I think."

"You think? You picked out the campsite. I know you are into those old sci-fi movies, but I can't have you spacing out on one of the few weekends we get together this summer."

The slimmer bull made an effort to be more loquacious as the drive went on, but kept his chestnut eyes fixed on the middle distance. The pair of bovines had been inseparable since they were calves and their camaraderie had lasted over two decades, despite their interests growing apart over the years.

Bryce had grown into a handsome shorthorn in his twenties during that time. He was tall, with a shaggy russet pelt and a reddish tuft atop his head and on his chin. His horns jutted up from beneath his tangle of head fur with a slight curve, only a couple of inches long but polished smooth. He had an athletic physique, heavy and broad-chested. His eyes were a shade of amber that glittered like gold when they caught the light. He was perpetually confident with a love for sports and cars and overpriced whiskey. If the duo had met several years later than they had, Logan could've fallen in love with him.

The other anthro was both shorter and slimmer than his friend, though no less attractive. He kept his chocolate-brown coat cropped close. It was so richly dark that it bordered on black, and smooth enough to have a glossy sheen on sunny days. His horns curved outward, swooping out some distance past his ears before curving up to a point. He was an unapologetic nerd. Video games, B movies, tabletop role playing games, and the like were his daily obsessions.

The only things the two really shared beyond their history growing up together were a love of nature and the joy they derived from mating with one another every chance they got. When they eventually moved apart to attend separate universities they didn't want to lose each other as friends. They promised to meet up several times a year to go out hiking or camping together, have a few drinks, and (of course) fool around beneath the stars. It was Bryce's turn to visit Logan. Logan had been checking out potential campsites in the desert, trying to find one that was near enough to a good place to hike while being far enough away from other anthros that they could have all of the privacy they could want. He claimed to have found a place, but had acted strangely distant in the intervening days until his compatriot arrived.

Eventually, Logan led them to the spot. It was a wide, flat expanse with just a little scrub and flowering cacti dotted here and there. The sun painted the sparse clouds with a multihued glow as it sank behind the cliffs and striped mesas in the distance. In the morning they would clean up their campsite, take a short drive a bit closer to the rocky formations, and spend the day wearing themselves out climbing those natural walls. That night, however, they planned on wearing themselves out in a different way. Bryce began to set up their camp before the chill of the desert night set in, while Logan unloaded their belongings from the car. Before long, they had their tent pitched, their sleeping bags rolled out, and a steady fire burning. A short while after that and they were shoulder-to-shoulder, stomachs full from a dinner cooked over the open flame with bottles of beer in their hooves.

It only only took a couple of drinks before their conversation took its usual sway into sexual territory. As they shared stories of their various flings and hookups while away at college the more muscular cow wasted no time in taking off his shirt. Logan responded to the cue by reaching over to massage the prominent bulge in his friend's jeans while nuzzling into his collarbone. Bryce moaned and slumped back, supporting himself on outstretched arms while the brown anthro worked his zipper down for him and reached beneath the waistband of his plaid boxers. The bovine huffed with satisfaction as he felt his uncircumcised cock being grabbed. He was already half-erect from sharing stories.

Logan had pleasured his friend enough times over the years that it took him mere seconds to coax the plump member to its full hardness. He stroked the rigid shaft, rolling the foreskin back and forth over its rosey crown, pausing only to tease each sensitive spot along its length. He dropped to his knees in front of the jock, leering up at him and lewdly licking his lips. Whatever had troubled him earlier seemed to have evaporated as he eagerly took the thick meat into his muzzle. His partner gasped with delight as he started to tease the sensitive flesh with his tongue and greedily bob up and down upon it. He was skilled at giving head and could take the eight inches deep into his throat, scarcely gagging on its girth.

"I saved up for a week before this trip just for you, so I hope you're ready to swallow a big load," Bryce warned, placing his hoof on the back of his companion's shoulder encouragingly.

"I haven't cum in about that long either, so you'll get yours too," the slimmer anthro responded as he briefly pulled his mouth away to breath. He lewdly wiped spit and pre that had dribbled over his chin away with his forearm. "Want to pump it into my other end?"

"Nah. You need to be able to climb tomorrow, and you know how...enthusiastic...I can get."

They both smiled at the thought.

"It's not a good idea to try to dissuade me by making it sound fun."

Bryce chuckled and moved his hoof to the back of his friend's head to shove the other bull back down onto his saliva-slick penis. He bucked his hips at the same time to grind his pubic fur into his friend's snout. He let his neck roll back, relaxed, and enjoyed his hardness getting teased and suckled for several minutes. The heady scent of his arousal filled the air as he offered groans of contentment until he felt his orgasm approach. The shorthorn wanted to give Logan some attention before he came and the motivation to do so left him, so he gently pushed the brown bovine back and fumbled to undo his cargo shorts.

Logan stood to help, leaving Bryce sitting in front of him. He shimmied the shorts down and his friend hooked his hooved-fingers into the elastic of his underwear. Bryce eyed the lump in the pouch of his briefs eagerly before tugging down the white fabric and allowing his already stiff maleness inside to spring free. Seven-and-a-half inches of quivering, cut flesh bobbed before the fur's muzzle. A bead of pre glistened at its tip. He cupped the other cow's balls and parted his lips, letting the throbbing length slide between them. He tasted Logan's sweat and inhaled his masculine musk as he started sucking, savoring the taste of the spurts of pre splashing against the back of his throat.

The standing anthro thrust his hips forward and started fucking his friend's face, nearly lowing with satisfaction. He was incredibly horny from sucking Bryce's hefty cock and already was feeling his own climax build. Bryce pulled away for a moment to adjust the position he was sitting at and let Logan's shaft more adequately slide down his throat. Just as he was about to resume taking a mouthful of the bull's pulsing dick, he paused.

"What's wrong? I was getting close," Logan asked, trying to keep the needy whine out of his voice.

"Nothing's wrong- you just never told me that you got a tattoo, and on your sac no less," the stronger bovine replied, poking a hoof at a strange mark on his friend's scrotum. It was a complex knot of meaningless lines in a pale, metallic blue ink that showed up clearly against his dark fur and glinted when the flicker of the firelight caught it. They were drawn in a smooth, intricate pattern like a fine work of calligraphy. Bryce guessed the entire piece was maybe about two inches in diameter. "When did you get this done?"

"It's not a tattoo! It's...uh...it's complicated."

"Complicated? It certainly looks like a tattoo."

"Okay, maybe it is a tattoo, but I didn't choose to get it."

The distraction caused both their sexual fervor, and their cocks, to soften slightly.

"Don't tell me that you got drunk and got it by accident? Innocent, good-boy Logan kicking back a few too many," Bryce teased, licking at the lustrous strand of pre leaking from his buddy's tip to keep him hard and ready before rolling his tongue along the underside of his shaft and lapping at his entire length.

"Promise you won't laugh if I tell you?"

"Of course."

Logan took a deep breath, as if summoning up the fortitude to say something difficult.

"When I was scoping out a place for us to camp out here a couple of weeks ago, I was abducted by aliens."

Bryce stifled his snort to fulfill his promise not to laugh.

"I slept out here alone. Well, a few miles from here anyway. I woke up in the middle of the night by some strange, bright lights spinning in the sky. This area is known for UFO sightings, and as cool as that sounded, I always thought they were just hoaxes. I crawled out of my tent to check it out. There was a flying saucer, a legit flying saucer, hovering overhead. I nearly shit myself. I was running to the car to drive back into town, but then a beam of light shone on me like a spotlight. The light was bright enough that it hurt my eyes, and after I blinked, I saw that I was inside the ship. I must have teleported or something. There were these strange creatures there. They looked like anthros, with two arms and legs, but didn't have any fur. They were all gray skin with big heads and giant black eyes. They started talking to me in some strange, alien language and zapped me with these sticks until they got me into a room. Some robot arms came down and grabbed my arms and legs. It was the scariest thing I've ever experienced in my life. They cut off my clothes-" Logan blushed as he recounted the tale- "and then, they...they, uh...they attached this device to my penis. It sucked on my dick and felt really good. I came. Then they did it again. And again. And again. I must have been there for hours. My cock ached from cumming so many times. Eventually, I passed out from exhaustion. When I woke up I was almost a mile from my camp, naked and weak, and had to figure out where I was. I didn't tell anyone because I didn't think that anyone would believe me. It wasn't until I managed to make it home that I noticed they left this weird brand on my junk."

"Are you sure you didn't just get drunk or high and have a wet dream after watching one of those terrible sci-fi movies?" Bryce asked, incredulous. He tried to keep his tone light and joking, since he was dubious that his friend was pulling his leg, but he sounded so dead serious that it was unnerving.

"I'm positive," he shook his head, crestfallen. "I knew you wouldn't believe me."

"It is hard to believe."

"It's the truth, though!" Logan was on the verge of shouting and clearly worked up. "That's why I was so worried about coming out here again, but I didn't want to cancel the trip. I made sure we ended up several miles from where I made camp before, so hopefully it is safe out here."

"All right. I believe you," Bryce said as sincerely as he could. It wasn't exactly true, but his best friend's earnest reaction led him away from the belief that it was a joke or prank. He stood to embrace and calm the other bull.

"You do?"

"I do," Bryce lied. "Now let's get back to the fun, your cock is poking into my hip when it should be in my mouth."

The russet anthro quickly managed to cajole his companion back to drinking and fooling around until the early hours of the morning. It didn't take long for the heat of the moment to whisk Logan away from whatever morbid memories or fantasies he was dwelling on. Soon they were groaning with pleasure again, taking turns kneeling in front of each other. After they were eventually drained from the night's activities, the pair didn't even bother to dress against the chill of the desert night air. They laid back, happy and spent, in their sleeping bags; tent flap left fluttering open to see the smoldering embers of the fire and the twinkling light of the stars. They drifted off in the midst of idle chatter.

A strange noise roused the duo shortly afterward. It was a buzzing hum that began quietly and escalated rapidly, punctuated by an intermittent whistle. The intensity of the first shrill flute shocked them fully out of their slumber. Groggy from tiredness and the beer he had downed between blowjobs a couple of hours prior, Bryce blinked himself awake and rolled toward his friend, who was nude atop his bedroll. Logan seemed to be slowly transitioning from confusion to terror. As he pulled his knees up to hug them to his chest, an eerie blue light pierced the shadows of their tent. The taller bull noticed that the icy gleam was coming from Logan's strange tattoo.

"Why is your junk glowing?" He asked nervously.

Logan bit his lip fretfully, but didn't respond.

The furry bovine staggered to his hooves to peek outside. Suddenly, the nighttime darkness was banished by the harsh radiance of a spotlight. Even through the canvas walls of their tent they were momentarily blinded. Bryce shielded his eyes with one forearm until they had a chance to adjust, and lurched toward the exit to the tent. He cast about wildly for the source of the light, which was bright enough to silhouette his naked body to his friend. When he realized the origin was above him, he gazed up in awe. The brilliance beamed down from the base of a hovering disk that wavered silently in the night sky.

"I'm having a nightmare," he told himself, glancing over to Logan whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut against the brightness while he groped about frantically for his glasses.

Once the nerdier bull managed to find and don them, he cautiously stood and approached his pal on wobbly legs. Standingly alongside him, mouth agape, he visibly shook.

"No, no, no...not again. Bryce, we have to run now!" He barely made it through the sentence before he started floating seemingly weightless off the ground by a foot or so. He flailed his arms and legs, and doubled over in midair, impotently trying to scrabble for the earth. Dust plumed and a strong downdraft from the spacecraft scattered bits of their camp in every direction. Lightweight items, including their tent and clothing, were irretrievably lost to the desert winds.

The shaggy bovine shook himself out of his stupor and rushed to help his friend, grabbing him and trying to tug him back down to earth. He suddenly found himself equally buoyant and lost all of his leverage, pulling himself up, rather than bringing Logan down. He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as they began to drift upward. The already dazzling light strengthened, forcing Bryce to shut his eyes completely. The antigravity switched off abruptly and they were dumped unceremoniously to the ground. Instead of landing in the dirt, they struck hard metal. When the bulls cautiously opened their eyes, they found that they had somehow been transported to a small chamber with smooth, silver walls forming a hemisphere around them with no apparent way in or out.

Logan trembling with fear, and while Bryce was normally the more confident and level headed of the two, his companion's anxiety and the surreal horror of the situation left him dumbstruck. He was too confused to fully panic. A section of the rounded wall rippled like water. It swirled into a vortex and dissipated into nothingness, leaving an opening behind. The walls of the hallway beyond were made of the same mercurial liquid metal, and the passage was brightly lit, although there was no evident source of illumination. In strode a couple of strange creatures that looked like no anthros Bryce had ever seen before.

They were bipedal and a bit shorter than Logan, just as his friend had described. They had large, round heads and gigantic black eyes that seemed like endless pools of blackness. Their faces were expressionless, or at least void of any understandable emotion to the captive furs. They didn't have any fur or scales, just taut, gray skin and were wearing azure jumpsuits of some shimmering material that the bull didn't recognize. The alien beings marched right up to them, and the slighter bovine scrambled backward until his back was against the wall. Bryce's flight or flight response kicked in and he lashed out with a vicious right hook, but his hoof connected with solid air a few inches from its unfazed target. The air sparkled for just an instant before returning to normal. The otherworldly entity lifted a small baton whose node-like head crackled with electricity and touched it to the cow's bare torso. Sparks crackled across his body and he seized and spasmed at the jolt.

The alien barked in a strange voice that was somewhere between a yip and click, and motioned at the hallway he had come from. When the bulls didn't immediately move to comply the extraterrestrial lifted his stun rod menacingly. Not wanting to suffer another shock the bull acquiesced. He looked over his shoulder at his friend who was being threatened into obedience the same way.

They were escorted down a short corridor and brought into another room about the same size as the first, though the new chamber was more industrial than the other one had been. Machines and cables lined the walls, along with countless gadgets and tools the bovines couldn't even begin to guess at the function of. A pair of low, wide metal tables were in the center of the room. They were forced inside and the wall flowed shut behind them trapping them in alone. Bryce noticed in his peripheral vision that Logan's cock was starting to swell. The jock remembered the tale he told him earlier and wondered if the involuntary response was in anticipation of a repeat experience.

As he examined the room, one section of wall wavered and shifted. Its polished surface faded until all that remained in its place was the telltale reflective sheen of a spotlessly clean window. Beyond it was the pair of aliens, or perhaps two more since the ones that they had already encountered appeared identical to each other, and along with a plethora of sleek electronic equipment. They glared through the screen disdainfully at their trapped test subjects. They tapped a few keys on holographic keypads in front of them, causing the cables along the edges of the room began to writhe like gigantic tentacles. They surged forward and started to coil around the bulls' arms and legs, holding them steadfastly in place.

They then pulled the struggling anthros back onto the tables and stretched them as if they were on a medieval rack, with their arms above them and their legs splayed. Thick shackle-like encasements slid down the electronic tendrils and locked around their limbs, starting midway up their forearms and calves and completely covering their hooves, preventing any hope of escape. A tentacle made of prehensile, segmented steel slithered independently of the others. At its apex was a camera lens with a small light giving off a menacing cerulean glow. It looped and coiled and buzzed and beeped, examining their defenseless, naked bodies from every angle.

Logan was panicking, but he was doing his best to remain calm. His lip quivered with apprehension. Bryce was more energetic, he wrestled against his bindings even though his efforts were obviously futile. As strong as he was there was simply no breaking free of the knot of alien technology. In the end, his chest was heaving with exertion and he was no closer to escaping than before. Hologram displays with characters not dissimilar to the symbol left on Logan's scrotum appeared in the air, projected from no discernible location.

An apparatus lowered on one of the undulating metal limbs. It was a cylinder, several inches long and made primarily of glass ringed with steel, but with an opaque, soft-rubber sleeve interior. Connected to its back was a clear hose that wound across the room and fed into a nearby receptacle. It approached Bryce's groin and hovered over his flaccid length, which hung thick against his muscular thigh. A few more taps on their keypads and another machine advanced on the bull. It too was attached to a steel tentacle and looked to be what in other circumstances the bovine would consider to be a rather fun looking sextoy; a flexible, textured probe that seemed to slick itself with a constant stream of lube from a hole near its tip. The black members were about eight inches long and shaped like a series of adjoined beads, with each sphere growing larger in sequence as it got closer to its base. It prodded beneath Bryce's sac and wriggled its way into his cleft. He instinctively flicked his tail about, and tensed as its wet, rounded crown touched his entrance.

He gasped, eyes bulging, as it worked its way inside of him without pause. He instinctively flexed his ring with each linked sphere that popped inside of his breech. The pleasure of the entry on his unprepared tailhole and the embarrassing shiver of delight he got as the device brushed past his prostate caused his cock to twitch and plump. Within seconds he was half-erect, and once the bubble-wand was fully inside of him it vibrated powerfully. He moaned out in shock and satisfaction. His maleness became fully rigid from the treatment. Logan's body was being manipulated in a similar manner across the room. His face flushed with shame at his own arousal.

The sleeve near his shaft lowered onto it. It was as tight as any fur's ass he had ever buried himself in, but slippery enough to allow him entry. It pleasantly gripped his shaft. Suction followed. The ribbed interior pulled on his phallus as if a snug ring slowly stroked up and down the entirety of his length. He felt himself pre almost immediately and gave a throaty grunt. The mechanism moved with its own power, rhythmically pumping up and down on his penis. It was hard to retain his fear in face of the immediate sense of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. He looked over to Logan to see that he was in a similar state, hovering more quietly on the edge of ecstasy. He was biting his lip in the cute way he did when he was close to cumming, Bryce noted in some still-aware portion of his mind. Before he knew it his abdomen was tightening and he felt his sac draw close as his orgasm loomed.

Finally, with a violent shudder, he thrust his pelvis forward and came. The shorthorn unleashed a heavy load, still having much to give after his climax earlier in the night. He pumped several thick ropes of pearlescent bull cum into the sleeve, which were quickly siphoned away and dispensed into the beaker. He heard his friend groan through gritted teeth and looked his way just in time to see him spasm and jerk with bliss, a set of gestures that the larger anthro was intimately familiar with. They stared at each other and panted heavily.

'This isn't so terrible,' Bryce thought. 'Scary, but a lot worse could happen.' They had let Logan go after his last abduction, he reasoned, so surely they would be allowed to leave.

Sore from the toy still lodged in his rump and his maleness softening in his post-orgasmic haze, he was surprised to feel the probe withdraw halfway and then plunge in again. It started to swell and vibrate anew, leaving neither bovine any time to bask in their afterglow. He was still fairly young and virile, and tingling against his prostate reinvigorated his arousal inside of a minute. He uttered a hoarse moan. The sleeve stroked him with a slightly different pattern, which prevented him from getting desensitized to it. Bryce squirmed as he was simultaneously masturbated and fucked by the tube and dildo-like appendage. The probe swelled and contracted, filling him fully without ever getting too large to be significantly painful. The sweet spot within him was on fire.

The milker seemed to react to his body immediately. Wherever he felt the most rapture, it honed in on and stimulated. It hummed and buzzed just beneath the mushroom tip to his cock where he was most sensitive, bringing him swiftly to the brink of orgasm once more. Pleasure reverberated throughout his body as he seized and came again. He watched his spunk get sucked away and drizzle into the canister, in a slow, gooey trickle.

Drained from his second orgasm back-to-back and his third of the night, Bryce was spent and exhausted. His intermittent struggling became feeble, and with each slight movement that he made, the metal coils locking him in place wound tighter. The moist sheath barely held onto his limp cock, which threatened to slide out at any second. Only the tight suction prevented its loss. The bulbs of the dildo in his hole began to undulate and slide over his prostate, pressing against it and letting up over and over again, like the teeth of a cog. Despite himself, he felt his erection slowly but surely return. It took a long time for the machine to bring him to the brink of orgasm once more. He wavered on the precipice of rapture and torture as he was forced to produce another shot of seed, only to see his essence ooze into a canister from a hose. The receptacles were scarcely a third of the way full.

Would he and his friend be made to fill them entirely?

He hoped not. The bull's balls ached from the repeated releases, and with each climax he had less to offer. With the increasing time between them it would take him ages of that abuse to complete. Whenever his body couldn't react to the stimulus anymore, the strange otherworldly creatures typed away at their luminous keypads and the devices and patterns and positions of his body altered. The dildos and probes changed in size and shape, and the tubes in tightness and texture. He was made to bend over, lay back, splay out. He was even positioned within inches of his equally exhausted companion's face. They were at points close enough to feel each other's breath- close enough to kiss.

The limited sleep and fatigue of the situation began to wear on the duo. They started to drift in and out of consciousness, only to be snapped back into reality by a sudden spurt of pleasure and the grip of orgasm. Eventually Bryce passed out entirely, with one last look at his friend, whose body was quaking from throes another ejaculation. The last thing he felt was a surge of pain on the side of his scrotum.

Bryce woke several hours later. He was lying exposed in the dirt of the desert under the mid-morning sun in the remnants of what was their campsite. He was weak and dehydrated. His bag with his clothes and anything else light enough to be carried off by a decent gust were long gone, but the car remained. The cow could hardly stand, because his legs were shaking so badly. He stumbled to the car and leaned against it for support, ignoring the painful heat it radiated from sitting out in the sun. His voice was a dry croak as he called out for Logan, but he didn't see him anywhere. The jock was disoriented and alarm was setting in.

He couldn't go back to town without Logan, but if the other anthro was still being held captive, how could he rescue him? He needed help, but who would believe his story, especially if he staggered back into town naked and smelling of the alcohol they had the night before.

Dizzy and badly needing to sit back down, he opened the door of the car and sat in the driver's seat. He stared down at his lap while he tried to think clearly, and noticed a strange tattoo in metallic blue ink on the side of his sac.