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A cool wind blew over the field and ruffled Jordan's messy brown hair. He looked up from his sci-fi anthology, frowning at the thick grey clouds that had been gathering for the last several hours. They totally obscured the sky now, and the wind was picking up. It looked like rain was coming.

He looked out across the football field from where he was sitting on the bleachers. His 19 year old brother, Travis, was currently in a group-huddle with the rest of his junior varsity football team, pretending to discuss strategy. They weren't playing against anyone, it was just practice.

Jordan rolled his eyes. “Practice." He frowned as he imagined spending hours of his life practicing to throw a ball back and forth across a field. What a way to waste time. Of course, his situation wasn't really much better, considering that he now had to wait for Travis and his team to finish practice before his brother could drive him home.

He was 18, although he looked younger, and had a driver's license but not a car of his own. Their house was several miles away from the school, far enough to make walking impractical, and to make things worse no bus routes went anywhere close. So Jordan had to let Travis drive him around and take him home. And, of course, he had to go where Travis took him. Which all too often was his inane football practice.

He was pretty sure he could smell the coming rain now, the air had that funny smell in it that it always seemed to have when it was about to rain after a long period of dryness. He briefly entertained a violent fantasy of walking onto the field with a laser pistol and shooting all of Travis's teammates to show his brother just how useless all this “practice" was in practical reality.

The wind was growing stronger too now, rapidly flipping the pages of his book. He could see the fake grass flattening over the field in hypnotic patterns as the gusts continued. It was surely much too windy to try and play now, since throwing the ball into the wind would just send it right back into the thrower's face. But no, Travis didn't seem concerned at all, nor did his team. They split up their huddle, and Travis threw the football towards the far end of the field as two of his teammates went racing after it.

At first, it looked like Jordan's prediction was absolutely correct, the ball slowing in midair as it was thrown against the wind. But instead of flying back in the direction it came from, it just stopped there, hovering about ten feet off the ground. The younger boy frowned at its blatant violation of the laws of physics. He looked at the field under the ball, seeing that the wind seemed to be blowing around and around in circles. So, had a whirlwind caught the ball in midair? No, then the ball would be spinning around, and it wasn't. It wasn't even bobbing up and down; it was just… stuck. It didn't move at all.

Jordan set his book down on the bleachers and stood up, descending the metal seats in short jumps to join the rest of the team, who were now gathering below the ball, staring up at it. He wished he'd brought his phone so he could take a picture or video of the ball and send it to his science teacher. Maybe he'd know what was going on. Maybe something with air density and buoyancy?

He joined the group of older boys under the ball, having to brace himself against the strong wind before breaking through into the center, where the air seemed bizarrely still. So, then, it was some kind of mini-cyclone. The air outside was rotating quickly, and the air inside seemed still, just like a cyclone or hurricane. His brother came to stand next to him as they both stared up at the ball. “Hey, squirt, you got any idea what's going on?"

Jordan shook his head. “Nope."

The others making some space around him, one of the taller kids hunched down and then jumped to try and grab the ball. He was successful… except that he didn't come back down again. “Ah!" He yelled, letting go of the ball as if it were the thing holding him up, which it wasn't, as he continued to float there.

“Uh…" Jordan, Travis, and the rest of the guys stood and gawked for a moment as he just floated there, midair, with nothing apparently holding him up.

“Um… ok, practice is over now." Travis said. “Parkins and Taylor, one of you get on the other's shoulders and try to pull Levi down."

Jordan was getting a bad feeling about this. Something in his gut was telling him to run very fast in the other direction. He turned on his heel and started walking back across the field, towards where he'd left his book. He'd retrieve it and then go to his brother's car and wait there.

He'd made it about 15 feet before he walked right into a wall of wind. It was so strong it was like he'd hit a solid surface, and he bounced off it with a cry of surprise, landing on his back. He was looking straight up at the sky, and he could see what looked like a column of cloud slowly descending towards them.

His heart-rate sped up and fear coursed through his body as he decided that this was most likely the beginning stages of a tornado. And they were trapped inside of it. “Fuck." He tried to get up and run, but the wall of wind knocked him flat again. As he was sitting up, he heard a shout from behind him. Levi, the boy who was levitating, was now being pulled up further into the air, dragging Parkins and Taylor with him.

Jordan felt lighter than usual. At first he thought it was fear making him dizzy, but then he realized that, no, he really was getting lighter. He started lifting up off the ground, his attempts to hold on to the astroturf unsuccessful as he was pulled further up into the air. He was extremely frightened and extremely confused as he just kept rising, up and up and up. There wasn't any wind lifting him, everything felt perfectly still, and yet he was levitating off the ground.

He heard the other guys screaming and shouting and looked over to see that they were levitating too. They all started slowly floating upwards, towards the descending column of cloud. Jordan looked around desperately, looking for anyone or anything that could help them, but there was no one around. The football field was isolated by some wooded parkland, and the only cars in the parking lot were the ones they themselves had arrived in.

A bright light broke through the column of cloud, shining down on the struggling teens with blinding intensity. For a moment, Jordan hoped that the storm was dispersing and the weird cyclone-thing that they were trapped in would dissipate. But the light was too white and harsh to be the sun…

There was a long, loud droning noise, like some giant biomechanical monster calling out into the distance. The light was… oddly enchanting. He felt like a deep-sea creature that had been mesmerized by the light of an anglerfish and was being slowly lured in. He stopped struggling and turned his head to look at the light more fully. It filled his vision; his skin prickled up into goosebumps, and then the world went black.

***

Jordan awoke already knowing that what had happened wasn't a dream, because when he gained consciousness the first thing he became aware of was that he was lying on a flat metal surface. He opened his eyes and sat up, a mild throbbing pounding at the inside of his skull.

The first thing he noticed was that he was naked. It hadn't occurred to him at first, because he was so used to having clothes on that he'd just taken it as a given, but nope, he was stark nude. So was his brother, for that matter, who was lying on the floor a few feet away, still out cold.

Jordan looked around. They were in a small room, about ten feet wide, teen feet long, and ten feet tall; apparently a perfect cube, with all surfaces made of the same dull grey metal. He guessed it was steel, or something close. The only three features that stood out where a doorway with what looked to be a windowless, sliding metal door, a small keypad next to it, and semi-circular light fixture that emitted a harsh white light, not unlike the light that had shone down when they had first been abducted. And they had been abducted. Jordan felt pretty sure of that. Probably by aliens.

It felt bizarre to have that train of thought run through his head. To rationally conclude that he and his brother, and probably his brother's entire team, had been abducted by aliens. But no other explanation passed the smell-test. Aliens were the only thing that made sense. He was pretty certain it wasn't the government, for various reasons, and it obviously wasn't a cyclone or freak tornado or something, given that he and his brother were now trapped somewhere.

“Uhhhhhg…" Travis muttered, drawing Jordan's attention to him. “What the fuck happened?" His head lolled on his shoulders as he shifted on the floor. His eyes drifted open and then snapped shut again at the harsh, blinding light.

“I think we've been abducted by aliens." His brother replied, not entirely able to believe that he was actually saying that out loud in total seriousness.

“…What?" Travis put a hand over his eyes to block out the light and sat up. Removing his hand, he squinted and blinked at he looked down at his nakedness, then around the room. “Woah. This sure looks like aliens. But that's impossible, right? I mean, all that abduction stuff is just a hoax. This is real."

His younger brother shrugged. “It's not impossible, per-day. Just unlikely given what we take for granted about the development of society. But I think we can puzzle out a few things about these aliens from what they've already done. They've abducted us and taken us prisoner, meaning that they're probably either hostile to us, or don't want other humans to know about their existence yet. Or both. Since we're naked, they probably don't see us as people so much as animals to be studied, so they've removed our clothes to facilitate that." Seeing the increasingly distressed look Travis's face, Jordan added. “Or they simply don't have the same social dress codes we do and don't understand how important clothing is in our society."

He didn't think that that was actually true, in fact it seemed exceedingly unlikely that it was. Any alien race would almost certainly have developed clothing at some point in its societal development, and even if they had moved past the need for it themselves, would know how important it was to more “primitive" cultures.

Travis looked a bit pale, which was a shade his brother had never seen him before. For the first time Jordan could remember, he actually seemed frightened. “Uh… what about a government conspiracy, or something? What if we've been kidnapped by the government?"

Even he didn't sound convinced that that was the case. Jordan guessed that he was grasping at straws, because the idea of being abducted by the government was considerably less frightening than of being abducted by aliens.

“I think that's unlikely." Jordan sighed.

“Why?"

“Because our captors were obviously using some kind of anti-gravity technology to lift us off the ground, and I feel pretty confident that the US government doesn't have kind of tech."

“How do you know?"

“Because they're not using it to bomb Afghanistan, and they haven't sold the patent to Ford or Tesla, which are the two things they do with most publicly-funded innovations."

Travis blinked at him. “Um… ok." He stood up, using a hand to cover his bits as he walked over to the door and started feeling around the frame, as if trying to find some sort of latch or secret panel that would allow him to open it, completely ignoring the keypad. Probably because he had no idea what any of the symbols meant.

Jordan felt like telling him that he wasn't going to find anything, but he held off, hoping that his brother would find something if he just let him search long enough. “You know, they'll probably be coming to get us soon."

“Who, the aliens? How do you figure?"

“There isn't a toilet in here, and living things have a tendency to expel bodily waste everywhere unless they can relieve themselves. There isn't a drain in the floor either, which means we probably aren't intended to be here long enough to make a mess."

“I don't want to hear that." Travis didn't sound good. He was frightened, it was loud and clear in his voice.

Jordan was worried. Not frightened. Yet. But worried. But he was also keeping his cool and thinking about things rationally. Not that that helped much when the rational conclusion was that they'd been kidnapped by hostile aliens. “Yeah, but I think you should hear it, because you and I need to be on the same page while-“

The door suddenly slid up into the ceiling, causing Travis to yelp and fall back onto his butt in surprise.

What stood in the doorway was unquestionably an alien. He was tall, a good seven feet in fact. His body was large and bulky, and covered in what looked like a black rubber suit with gold highlights in a few places; around his head, which made it look like he was wearing some kind of helmet, around his wrists, and from his ankles to the soles of his feet. The suits were very tight, outlining their thighs and abs very clearly.

His skin was dark green, and was only exposed in a few places: His face, which looked very gorilla-like and somewhat brutish, the front and balls of his feet, and, of course, around the place that let Jordan know this alien was a male: his crotch; which was entirely uncovered.

His large, limp, girthy member hung freely from his groin, along with a pair of plump, smooth balls, which were nestled up close to his body. The penis lacked any foreskin, although whether it was that way naturally or because of some kind of circumcision was impossible to tell. There wasn't a single strand of hair anywhere on his body, including his package.

“Jesus Christ!" Travis continued using his hand to cover his own genitals as he scooted backward on his ass with the other, away from the new person.

“Uh… Hi." Jordan said, smiling at the alien and waving. He was hoping to get this interaction off to a good start, prove he and his brother weren't a threat. There was still a chance that this would all go very well and that they'd be put back on Earth by the end of it. Maybe this current situation was just some sort of cultural mix-up.

Those hopes didn't last very long.

The alien grunted something in a low, guttural voice, before stepping into the room, followed by another alien of the same species and the same outfit. Their suits, despite appearing to be latex or something similar, didn't squeak or stretch nosily as they moved; the only sounds of their movement being the thumps of their feet against the floor.

Jordan's smile faded as he stepped backward. The first alien grabbed him by the shoulders, firmly but not too roughly steering him out of the room, guiding him along with those thick, green hands locked to his shoulder blades. He could feel the large member gently bumping against his naked rear as he was forced forward, although he tried not to think about it.

The hallway they were in was straight and wide, with no windows. The craft had an industrial aesthetic, with metal panels panted dull colors of blue and grey comprising the walls. Sometimes there was an opening through which Jordan could see winding networks of yellow pipes.

The human looked back, and could just see his brother being led along in a similar fashion to him.

Jordan's alien made a low grunt and forcefully turned his head forward again with one hand.

They only walked for about forty-five seconds, until they reached another door set into the wall on the left side of the passageway; wider than the door to their cell. Jordan's alien guided him to it, then pressed a button on the wall, and the door slid up into the ceiling.

The interior of the room was almost predictable: it was some kind of laboratory. The metal on the floor was solid, not grated, and was a dull grey. There were various counters and tables strewn about with vaguely scientific looking equipment on them; some variety of microscopes and such. And, of course, there were two large metal tables in the center of the room, complete with an array of overhead lights to bathe them in illumination.

“Fun…" Jordan muttered. A part of him was sure that this was some kind of practical joke that was being played in them, this whole thing seemed too cliché to be real. But the floating football from earlier and the very much not-fake hands on his shoulders disproved that.

He was pushed forward into the room by his alien, and led over to one of the two tables. Interestingly, he didn't see any straps or restraining devices on or around it. That gave him hope. Whatever they were doing probably wasn't going to be painful or invasive then. Probably.

The alien released Jordan's shoulders and tapped the table a few times with his fingers, making an impatient grunt.

The human noted that he wasn't being forced down onto it, but rather that it was being requested of him. Complying with the implied request, he turned around and hopped up onto the table, wincing a bit as his bare ass cheeks were pressed against the cold metal.

The alien raised a hand, pressing all the fingers together so that it formed a straight line up and down, then tilted his hand so that it went from being vertical to being horizontal.

“Lie down? You want me to lie down? Ok." Jordan pulled his legs up onto the table and laid down, wincing against as now the entire back of his body was pressed against the cold surface. He put his hands on top of his pot-belly nonchalantly, intertwining his fingers, and looked over at the other table, where the second alien had released Travis and was tapping his fingers against the metal surface.

“You want me to get on that? Fuck no; you'll cut me open!" The older human suddenly dropped down and tried to sprint away, but the alien caught him by his arm, yanking him to a stop and making Jordan wince.

“They're being relatively nice; don't resist!" He said, trying to get Travis to cooperate.

“Don't resist?! Are you insane?!" Travis shouted back as he was wrestled down onto the metal surface by his alien. “They're putting us on tables in a laboratory, and you're asking me to not resist?!" His shoulders met the table with a loud clang, and he struggled for a moment before finally relaxing, realizing that with the alien pinning him down by his shoulders, he wasn't going anywhere. Panting heavily, he glared up at the blunt green face of the creature holding him down.

Jordan's alien walked over to a desk covered in buttons and dials, and a speaker, and picked up what looked like a little microphone that you'd pin on your shirt, and pressed down a blue button. Turning back the humans, he began to speak in his low, guttural language. What came out of the speaker was slow, rather clumsy English.

“You are humans. We have borrowed you from your home. You will be returned. We shall not inflict harm. Do not resist."

“That's very nice of you, thank you!" Jordan smiled again, trying to be friendly.

“You will be studied in the between-time. Your species shall be catalogued for reference. Your species will not be harmed."

“That's also quite nice."

“You two humans show high genetic likeness. Implied direction relation. You will be studied to learn about family relations and reproduction."

“Ok, what do you-“ Jordan started, only to be cut off as the alien put down the microphone and lifted his finger off the button, ending their little chat. “… want to know…" He'd been willing to share information, since it seemed that the alien's intentions were benign, but it seemed that they weren't interested in talking.

Oh well, this shouldn't be too bad, then. Family dynamics and reproduction. Shouldn't be too hard. Just interact with his brother like normal, maybe wank out a quick sperm sample for them, piece of cake.

Jordan's alien walked over to another table and picked up something that looked like a long, rigid wire, with something attached to the end of it. The thing was about the size and shape of a grain of rice, although without any distinguishing features that could be made out, aside from its dark grey, metallic color.

The alien approached him again, and gently laid a green hand on his forehead, delicately keeping his head down on the table. With the other, he carefully aligned the wire with the little probe-thing on it up with Jordan's right nostril. Then he smoothly slid it forward, the probe and wire disappearing out of his sight and up into his nose.

The younger human made a surprised sound, and his eyes rolled back up into his head a bit as the probe was pushed deeper. It didn't hurt, but it did make him want to sneeze a bit; it tickled. Just as he thought it was about to get truly unpleasant, he felt something click deep inside his nose. That didn't hurt either, in fact, it felt rather like how Jordan though Lego pieces would feel when they clicked into place.

The alien pulled the wire out, and to the human's surprise and alarm, the probe on the end wasn't there anymore. He had assumed that what was being forced into his nostril had been a camera of some kind, but nope, that was not the case. He looked up at his captor, feeling a bit insulted. “Did you just… microchip me?" He reached a hand up and gently rubbed the side of his nose, feeling around and pressing against his skin. He feel anything though.

The alien didn't respond, and instead walked back over to the table and set the wire down, picking up another one, with another probe on the end. He turned back towards the boys, his gaze now settling on the older of the two.

Seeing this, Travis went ballistic. “Let me up; fuck you, get off!!" He yelled, throwing ineffective punches at the stomach of the alien pinning him down, his eyes wide and wild with fear as the other one approached. “You're not fucking putting a chip in my brain, get off me!!"

“Travis, calm down!" Jordan shouted. “It doesn't hurt, and it doesn't turn you into a zombie. It's probably just like that thing we do to dolphins and sharks on Earth, we embed a microchip in them that collects data that we retrieve later. It's harmless, and significantly less invasive than the alternatives."

This didn't really seem to have the intended effect. “I'm not a fucking shark, I'm a person!"

The alien with the probe pinned his head down against the table, then lined up the wire with his nose.

“No! No!"

The probe slid inward, the rigid filament following behind it as it was fed up Travis's right nostril. He made a sort of garbled choking noise, his eyes wide with panic. Finally the wire was all the way up, and then it was withdrawn, the probe on the end also gone.

The 19 year old was now almost hyperventilating, taking deep, ragged gasps of air through his mouth. His arms rested limply by his sides.

It occurred to Jordan that the aliens' concept of “harm" could use some refinement, since Travis was probably going to need some kind of therapy after this was all over.

Jordan's alien returned to the table again, setting down the wire and looking over his materials.

Jordan didn't know what was on the table; it was higher than head-height from him when lying down, and he hadn't paid attention to that specific table as they entered the room.

He was mildly surprised when the alien reached down and picked up a pair of thin, red rubber gloves. In traditional abduction stories, the aliens never seemed to use hygienic products when examining their captives, which had always felt like an oversight to Jordan.

He watched silently as the alien donned the gloves, stretching them over his large green hands before snapping them around his wrists. The material from which they were made seemed different from that of their suits, as the gloves squeaked and stretched nosily as they were pulled on.

Picking up a tube of… something off the table, the being once again approached Jordan.

The 18-year old felt the urge to sigh. The alien had put on gloves, and was now carrying a tube of some substance over to him. Lube, it was probably lube. And the teenager knew where this was going. “Look, what do you gain from this?" He asked in exasperation as the creature lifted up one of his legs, and a gloved hand slid down Jordan's thigh.

Sure enough, the cool rubber-clad digits came to rest directly at the young man's pucker. They gently slid around and over the ring, before two fingers splayed apart and pushed his ass-cheeks open so that the alien examining him could get a direct look at his hole. He looked pretty interested in it, making a low noise akin to a “hmm" while his face furrowed with curiosity.

The fingers kept poking around the tight virgin ring, siding over it and gently pressing against the rim. Finally, one settled in the middle of the pucker and pushed, as if it was trying to gain entry.

“Ok, you're gonna need lube if you want to do that." Justin muttered, looking up at the alien a little judgmentally. “It's not a cunt, it doesn't self-lubricate."

“What?!" Travis was finally shocked out of his stupor, and raised his head to look at what was happening to his brother. His eyes widened as he saw the alien poking around the other male's asshole. “Holy shit!" He didn't try to move though.

Jordan rolled his head over to look at his brother with a smile on his face, trying to remain good-spirited. “I mean, it's an alien abduction, dude, it wouldn't be complete without something stuck up our asses." With one leg raised and a hand rubbing curiously around his rear passage, he was in something of an exposed position, but he tried not to let it bother him. There were bigger problems to think about than modesty at the moment.

Travis looked mortified, but didn't say anything, or try to get up again.

Jordan's alien finished his preliminary exam of his pucker and removed his hands, letting the young man's body rest fully on the table again. He seemed pleased by his subject's compliance, and even turned his head to give him a small smile. Just a quick upward twitch of his lips, but the gesture made his green, brutish face soften for just a moment. Then it went back to normal, and the alien made a flipping-over motion with his hands.

“Turn over? You want me to turn over on my stomach? Ok." Jordan complied readily, propping his body up with an elbow before turning himself over onto his front. He seemed to have gotten the jist of it, but not quite what the alien wanted, as a few seconds later he felt the rubber-clad hands return to his body.

They were quite strong, and lifted his midsection up off the table, one hand holding him up while the other one moved his arms into position underneath him.

“Oh! You want me on all-fours. Ok…" The young man finished positioning himself without any further direction.

The alien seemed satisfied, and his hands left the boy's body.

For a moment, Jordan simply stared ahead of him, at the door through which they had entered. He was pretty sure what was going to come next, and while he wasn't afraid of it, it did make him a little uncomfortable. He hadn't had anything up there before, except for his own fingers when he was feeling curious in the shower. Unable to help his own curiosity though, he glanced behind him.

The alien was unscrewing the cap from the tube of probably-lubricant. It came off, and was set aside as the being held the tube over his hand and squeezed. Sure enough, out came a thick, slimy, clear liquid. It squirted onto the red glove, glistening and making the rubber squeak as the tube was set down and the alien rubbed his hands against one another, smearing the thick substance all over them thoroughly.

Travis made a small squeak from over on his table, but still didn't say anything.

Part of Jordan wanted to look away, but the other part was fascinated by what the alien was doing. It was so… medical. So practiced and easy. He must do it pretty often, then. Or maybe he'd done it to all the men on the football field, and Jordan and his brother were just the last in line for their little exams. How fun…

The alien stopped rubbing his hands together and moved behind Jordan. Cold, slimy rubber made contact with his butt cheeks, fingers worming their way inside and then pulling them apart to once again expose his pucker.

His breathing got heaver as a slick digit gently circled his rear opening, before suddenly pushing inside without warning, spreading his hole open and forcing a ragged gasp from Jordan's lips.

The finger was worked deep into his asshole, squirming around and smearing lubricant everywhere as the alien made sure that Jordan's exam was as in-depth as possible. Then, the digit brushed up against something inside him that made him groan in unexpected pleasure.

Jordan's cock sprung up between his legs, rapidly hardening and swelling up. That thing that the alien just touched had to be his prostate. They'd be taught about it in sex-ed class; that it was the thing that made anal sex feel so good for some people.

There was a grunt of interest from Jordan's alien, and the gloved finger once against jabbed his prostate, causing the boy's cock to twitch. A bead of pre began to form at the tip. The alien's other hand released his asscheek and came around to cup the human's balls, before sliding forward to gently grip his penis.

The green creature looked up and grumbled something to his companion, who walked over to what looked like a computer terminal set into a desk and started typing, probably taking notes. Meanwhile, his stimulation of Jordan continued, pressing insistently against his prostate while gently stroking his cock.

The young man closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the pleasure of the moment. He'd never thought particularly hard about sex; it had always seemed like something to worry about later. He'd always assumed that it would be with a girl, but now that he was here, having a finger stuck up his ass by a very definitely male alien, he was reconsidering that a bit. Males seemed… appealing.

He cast a glance behind him, eying up the green alien's thick cock and heavy balls. Appealing indeed…

He grunted, forcing his eyes closed again as the finger drove deeper, worming against his prostate and prying apart his anal walls. The gloved hand stroking his cock sped up, and whimpers and moans of pleasure started to slip from Jordan's lips. He was getting close…

All at once, both the stroking and the fingering stopped. The hand released his penis, and the finger was extracted from his rear, leaving him feeling oddly empty.

Jordan was genuinely disappointed, but couldn't bring himself to keep jacking in off in front of his brother. “You tease…" He muttered, breaking off into a giggle as he realized that he was accusing an alien who had abducted and molested him of being a tease. It was so absurd, and yet here they were!

The alien stepped away from the table, stripping off his gloves and throwing them down a chute built into the wall. Probably waste disposal. Returning to the table where he'd gotten the gloves and lube from in the first place, he picked up another pair and pulled them on, making sure they were tight around his wrists before retrieving the tube of lube from where he'd left it on Jordan's exam table.

Then he walked around and away from Jordan all together, instead approaching Travis. His thick green cock swung pendulously, almost ominously, between his legs

The younger boy moved from his all-fours position back to lying down. The metal had warmed up from his body heat, and wasn't nearly as unpleasant to lie on anymore. Turning his head, Jordan observed as the alien stepped up to his brother's table.

This being the first time he'd actually gotten a good look at the rear of one of the aliens, he noted that their butts weren't exposed like their groins; instead being fully covered by the black rubber of their suits.

Jordan's alien looked down at Travis's face for a moment, before turning his gaze to the older teen's soft penis and full testicles. Reaching a gloved hand down, he gently closed his hand around the boy's package and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Travis gasped, his eyes wide as his nuts and dick had a little pressure applied to them. “Hey! Please don't touch me there!" His tone was closer to pleasing now, no longer defiant now that there were two aliens standing over him.

The aliens ignored his plea, and the one with the gloves continued to gently fondle the teenager's penis, until finally it began to get hard, rising up over his crotch.

Travis could do nothing but watch with a mortified expression on his face as he was gradually and insistently baited into arousal by the alien above him, until finally his cock was fully hard, standing up straight and proud.

The aliens conferred between each other, the ones with the gloves indicating Travis's erection, until the one without gloves walked back over to his terminal and started typing again.

Jordan wondered if they were going to take a sperm sample from Travis instead of him. After all, they'd made a concerted effort to get his brother hard and ready, as opposed to his own erection which seemed to be a byproduct of his examination instead of the actual goal.

When the alien with the gloves picked up the tube of lubricant again, Jordan briefly thought that he'd been wrong. But instead of lifting up his brother's leg to get access to his anus, the alien instead started lathering the human's cock with the lube, making sure to cover every single inch of the shaft with the cool, slick substance.

“Ah!" Travis exclaimed, shivering against the table as the cold slime was applied to his penis. “Wha- what are they doing?"

“I don't know. I guess they're going to jack you off and get some sperm. I think." Jordan shot his brother an incredulous look. Was he expecting his little bro to know everything about what the aliens were doing just because he was a sci-fi nerd?

When the alien was done covering the human's cock in lubricant, he removed his hands and grunted to his companion, who returned to the table and lifted Travis up off of it in a bridal carry, the young man tensing as he was left helpless in the arms of a being who was much larger than him.

The two aliens then returned to Jordan's table, the one with the gloves motioning for the younger teenager to make some space.

He did, by sitting upright and scooting towards the far end of the table.

The alien carrying Travis set him down on the other end of the table, making sure his knees hit the surface first so that he would be in an upright position. The alien kept him there, making the older boy's posture remain that upright kneeling position.

The gloved alien then stepped over to Jordan and began to manhandle him into the all-fours position again, not even trying to get the boy to cooperate beforehand.

And Jordan suspected that there was a pretty good reason for that. His ass was covered in lube, his brother's cock was covered in lube, and his brother was being made to kneel being him while he was being moved onto his hands and knees. It was painfully obvious where this was going. At least, for Jordan it was. His brother probably wasn't bright enough to figure it out.

Looking behind him, the younger teen locked eyes with his brother. “Travis, I think they're going to make you fuck me."

“… Oh…" The older boy winced, but at some level seemed unsurprised. Perhaps already seeing his brother violated and then having his penis very physically covered in lube had dulled his surprise at yet more sexual things being forced on them. He looked down at his younger brother with a painfully apologetic look on his face. “I'm sorry…"

“Don't be. It's fine. We don't have a choice."

“… Yes we do." Travis looked directly at the alien holding his brother, put on a defiant scowl, and said “I'm not doing that. You can go fuck yourself."

The alien scowled right back.

Suddenly, Jordan felt the gloved hands, still smeared with lube, pushing back backwards on the table, towards his brother's stiff cock. Looking behind him, he saw Travis's alien pushing him forward, despite the older boy's efforts to resist. When they were close enough, the gloved alien grabbed Travis's penis and rubbed the engorged head up against Jordan's tender pucker.

The younger boy inhaled sharply. Feeling that warm prod at his backdoor reminded him all too clearly that that was real. He was actually about to get fucked by his brother, on an alien spaceship. No amount of sci-fi knowledge was going to prevent that.

“No..! No…!" Travis struggled behind him, but was unable to break the alien's grip. A strong, green hand snapped down and grabbed an asscheek, brutally forcing the older teen forward, his cock lewdly kissing Jordan's asshole before being pushed inside.

Jordan gasped, first in surprise at the sudden penetration, then in pleasure as his brother's cock came to rest against his prostate. It helped, he supposed, that Travis wasn't particularly well-endowed so far as cocks went. That, combined with the previous lubing and stretching he'd gotten from his alien, allowed his brother's manhood to slip inside him without much difficulty at all.

“Fuck!" Travis yelled, trying and failing to pull his penis out of his brother's asshole. “I'm so sorry, man, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry! They're making me do it!"

“I know, I know, it's fine." Jordan lied. Because it wasn't fine, really. He'd probably never be able to look at his brother the same way again after this. They'd technically had sex now. But ruminating on that wasn't going to get them anywhere.

The gloved alien was watching their joining with a serious, contemplative look on his face, as if he was taking mental notes. Aside from holding Jordan steady with one hand, he wasn't really doing anything. The ungloved alien, on the other hand, took a very active role in the process. He gently let up a bit on Travis's ass, briefly allowing the teenager to slide a ways out of his brother's anus, before pushing him back in in a crude sort of thrusting motion.

This happened several more times before Travis finally realized what was going on. The next time he was forced to thrust into his brother's ass, he didn't allow himself to slide back out when the pressure on his asscheek relaxed. “Yeah, fuck you, I know what you're trying to make me do." He spat venomously, a protective edge in his voice.

As silly as it was, a spark of pride ignited in Jordan's heart at that display of fraternal protectiveness. His older bro was looking out for him.

The ungloved alien frowned, grabbing the older teen's butt and trying to drag him out of his brother so he could make him thrust in again.

Travis winced, but remained defiant, not allowing the alien to pull his hips away from his brother's ass.

The alien tried several more times before apparently giving up. He looked up at his gloved companion with an annoyed look on his face, and they exchanged a few sentences between them. The ungloved alien sighed, and reluctantly let go of Travis's ass, leaving red marks where his fingers had been.

The older boy breathed out a sigh of relief, relaxing back onto his heels and letting his penis slip free of his brother's asshole. Jordan also relaxed a bit, scooting forward when the gloved alien let go of him and returning to a sitting position on the table. He turned over and sat on his rear, hiding his slick, red, loose hole from his brother.

The gloved alien, who Jordan had decided to call Grock, stripped the gloves off his hands and threw them down the chute in the wall. Then he and the other alien, who Jordan named Zock, began speaking to each-other as they walked around the room together. They returned to Zock's terminal, typed in a few more notes, then turned the screen off. Apparently they were done with the experiment.

The younger teen breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, for now at least. They'd probably be put back in a cell for a while, or just returned to Earth. Of course, being put in a cell probably meant that a return to Earth wasn't going to happen for a while, since why keep them around if there was no further use for them.

He looked up at his brother, who was basically catatonic, staring down at the table with a horrified look on his face. Jordan though about comforting him, but decided to save it until later.

Grock and Zock's conversation had turned from calm and professional-ish to jovial while Jordan had been thinking. They were making rumbled of laughter and smiling at each other as they talked. The teenager supposed that that was probably a good thing; as long as they were in a good mood, nothing terrible was likely to happen to him and his brother.

Zock paused for a moment, seeming thoughtful. Then he said something to his companion. Jordan didn't know what it was, but he did notice that Grock's cock twitched slightly. The two aliens turned to look at him and his brother, predatory grins cutting across their faces.

Jordan gulped. That probably wasn't good.

The two aliens separated, Grock lumbering over to stand in front of Jordan, and Zock positioning himself in front of his brother.

Jordan looked up at the alien, and the alien looked back down at him. A green hand came up and gently held his chin. The touch wasn't quite affectionate, but it was caring; concerned, if only somewhat, for the safety and comfort and the subject.

The touch did just a little to comfort Jordan, and kept his mind calm for what was to come next.

The alien's other hand reached down and grasped his penis, raising it up in front of the human's face. The dark green head throbbed gently, and a single bead of precum formed at its tip.

The teenager scowled at it, then flicked his eyes up to meet the alien's gaze. “Rape is a form of harm, asshole."

This didn't seem to concern Grock very much, because the next moment he was pushing his thick green cock against Jordan's lips, smearing them with warm precum.

The young man considered his options. He could just refuse to do it, but that alien might have ways of making him do it, like some kind of device that would pry his mouth open and hold it in place. He could let the cock in and then bit down on it. But that might result in… unfavorable punishment. Then, or course, there was also the option of just letting it in.

Jordan was oddly ok with the idea of sucking the alien's cock. He probably would have been more ok if he wasn't effectively being raped. It was hard to trust someone when they had gone and started rubbing their genitals against your face without permission.

He quickly made up his mind, and with a small sigh through his nose, opened his mouth and let the large, green alien feed his cock into Jordan's mouth. It was thick and stretched his jaw a little bit as it was pushed inside. Curiously, he ran his tongue along the underside of the member, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the alien above him. It tasted… normal. He had never sucked a cock before, but if he had to guess, then this is probably what a normal cock would taste like.

The pre-cum though… that wasn't normal at all. It was sweet instead of salty, and as it dripped across his tongue, he couldn't help but want more. And there was an obvious way to get more…

Cautiously, he started sucking on the alien's cock, and was rewarded with a little spurt of pre for his efforts, encouraging him to continue.

Off to his left, he heard his brother say “Hey, what the fuck are you-urk!"

Jordan could only assume that he'd just been forced into the same situation as he was. He didn't look to check, though. He wasn't sure that he could stand the sight of his brother being orally fucked. Or if he could stand the look his brother might give him in return.

Currently, the younger teen had about half of the alien's cock in his mouth, and that was all he could take without deepthroating it. It seemed to be enough, though, given the reaction of the alien above him. Jordan looked up at his face and saw that his eyes were closed, and a very human-like expression of bliss was plastered across his features. His nostrils flared gently with each quiet, pleasured breath.

In that moment, Jordan hated that creature. That was taking advantage of him and his brother like this, and almost certainly wouldn't pay them back in kind.

'Cunt.' He thought bitterly, but even then he couldn't stop sucking on that warm, fleshy member, savoring the spurts of sweet pre. He breathed in through his nose, noticing for the first time that there was a sort of gentle musk wafting off of it. It was recognizably masculine, despite its alien source.

Grock placed a thick hand on the back of Jordan's head, holding him in place as the teenager continued to suckle on his member.

For a moment, he was tempted to bite down in retaliation, but quickly dismissed that though. Instead, he started sucking harder, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.

The green alien obliged, his moans and groans of pleasure growing louder as the suction around his cock ramped up. He started to make little thrusts into Jordan's mouth in time with each suck, holding the boy's head in place with his hand. Finally, he tilted his head back and bellowed in pleasure, and a second later a thick jet of cum sprayed from his cock and into his partner's mouth.

Jordan swallowed it, finding, to his surprise, that it tasted pretty good. The texture was smooth and creamy, without the strands that human seed had, and the taste was sweet, like the pre, but with a twist of savory in it too. It reminded the teenager very vaguely of pineapple pizza. Which he loved.

His brother, on the other hand…

The hand holding Jordan's head in place released once the last spurt of cum had been shot out and swallowed, and he pulled off the cock and turned to look at Travis right as Zock orgasmed.

Travis's eyes bulged in alarm and surprise, and he immediately wrenched himself away from his alien, cum spilling out of his mouth as more sprayed onto his cheek from the alien's orgasm. “Fuck! Holy fuck!" He gasped, spitting out as much of the creamy white seed as he could.

Grock and Zock seemed unfazed by this, and went about cleaning themselves up. They retrieved a towel from the equipment table and cleaned off their softening penises, before attending to Travis, one of them holding his head still while the other wiped the sperm off of his face.

When they were done with Travis they turned to Jordan, only to smirk when they realized that he had swallowed all of the cum, and not a single drop had gotten onto his face.

They set the towel back down, and then the session was over. Each alien grabbed a teenager by his shoulders, and roughly led them back out of the room, through the spaceship, and back to their cell. Pushing them roughly inside, the door slid closed, leaving them alone.

There was silence for a moment. Just a moment. Then Travis collapsed onto the floor and started to cry. He curled up into a ball against one wall, trying to hide his tears and his nudity as he sobbed into an arm.

Jordan came and sat down next to him, laying an arm across his bro's shoulders. “It's gonna be ok. We're gonna be fine."

“How can you even fucking say that?!" Travis yelled, looking up at his brother. His eyes were bloodshot and there were already tear-tracks down his face.

“… Would it help to say anything else?"

Travis didn't answer that. He took a shaky breath, and then laid his head back down in his arms. His breathing was heavy, but he seemed to have stopped crying.

His brother leaned in, laying his head on Travis's shoulder and hugging him tightly with one arm. “I'm gonna get us out of here. I promise." Jordan stood back up and walked over to the only notable feature of the room, the keypad.

He appraised it quickly. It had nine keys on it, and he didn't recognize any of the symbols on any of them. 'I wonder if they have a base-six number system.' He thought absently, although it wasn't really relevant. He wouldn't have been any closer to guessing the correct combination if he had known either way. And that was assuming that there even was a correct combination; they might have programmed it to not accept any combination from this side. There didn't appear to be any kind of screen, either. Just the number pad. If they were even numbers; they might just be random symbols…

Jordan cut off his train of thought. None of it was getting him any closer to getting them out. He moved his focus from the keypad itself to its housing in the wall. It stuck out by a good several inches. He ran his fingers over the housing; the material feeling smooth like plastic. He tapped a fingernail against it, and was rewarded with a plastic-like clicking noise when it made contact.

He backed up and pace, staring down at the plastic-like box. “Well, nothing ventured nothing gained…" He murmured. Clenching on hand into a fist, he wrapped the other around it, then raised them both and brought them down onto the top of the key-pad as hard as he could.

Pain blossomed in his hands as they made contact with the casing, but over his cry of discomfort he thought he heard the faintest cracking sound. Putting his hands between his legs and squeezing them together to try and block out the pain, squeezing his eyes shut as a wave of profanity poured from his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, man, what the fuck did you do that for?!" He heard his brother say. There was the sound of skin rasping against metal as his older bro pushed himself up off the floor and came to stand next to Jordan. “Here, let me see your hands." He grabbed his wrists and pulled them our from between Jordan's legs, examining his fingers. “They look fine, but they're gonna bruise like hell. What were you thinking?"

Jordan forced his eyes open and, for the first time since he'd hit it, got a good look at the keypad. There was a thin crack running along the top of the casing where it connected to the wall. “I'm breaking open the keypad to get us out of here." He explained through clenched teeth. “Look, I cracked the casing."

Travis looked. “… Huh. So, think you can hotwire us outta here?"

“I've got no idea. But I'm going to try. Can you help be break it off?"

“I can do more than help." Travis put his fists in the same position as Jordan had and brought them down on the casing again, breaking it off at the crack and partially exposing the interior of the keypad. “You're smart, but you should hit the gym sometimes, dude." His veneer of badassery faltered a bit as he shook his hands a bit, grimacing, but overall he didn't seem to have hurt himself that much.

Jordan pulled his hands out from between his legs, his fingers still smarting a little. “Thanks. Tell you what, if we get out of here alive, I'll go to the gym with you. Just once." He teased, and was rewarded with a small smile from Travis.

Peering inside the broken keypad housing, Jordan saw a pretty simple seeming device. A pair of thin white wires led from the rear of each button to what looked like some kind of microchip. Another white wire led into the microchip from the wall, and yet another led out, back into the wall.

“What do you see?" Travis asked. There wasn't enough room for both of them to look inside at once.

Jordan moved away, inviting his brother to look inside. The older teenager sighed, “I have literally no idea what any of this does."

“If I had to guess," Jordan began, “One of each pair of white wires carries a charge into the device in question, be it a key on the keypad or to the processer… microchip… computer… thing. If the correct combination gets clicked in, then the processer closes a circuit and the door opens. So if we push the wire that carries a charge from the button to the processer against the wire that goes from the processer to the door control, then the door will open. That's my guess, with my sub-par electrical knowledge." He exchanged a look with Travis. “Well… let's put it to the test, I guess."

“Do you know which wires to pull?"

“No; there's no indication of which ones carry the charge in or carry the charge out. But I can always just stuff a wire back into where I pulled it out of, and it'll probably still work. Probably. I think. As long as the wire strands touch each other."

“… Ok. Be careful."

“I'll try…" Jordan wasn't sure exactly how he could “try" to “be careful" when dealing with alien electronics, but he appreciated his brother's sentiment. Reaching into the broken casing, he grasped one of the white wires that led from the microchip into the wall between two fingers, and tugged on it as hard as he could. After a few hard yanks, it tore away from the microchip, exposing a fine, orange filament inside.

“Yup, looks like copper wiring alright." He confirmed to Travis. “I guess their electrical technology isn't too different from electrical tech back on Earth. So, let's see here…" Choosing one of the wires that was protruding from one of the buttons, he tore that one out too and then pressed the filament inside against the filament of the other wire. “Ok, now… uh…" He struggled for a moment to think of how to describe the button he wanted his brother to push. “See the button with the curvy, double-sided P with a triangular base? Push that one and hold it down."

Travis did so, and to Jordan's delight the door slid up into the ceiling.

“Yes!" The older teenager hissed. He let go of the button and stepped towards the door, only for it to close again. “Hey, what?"

“It probably needs to keep receiving the charge to stay open." Jordan guessed.

“Then how are we going to get out? I could probably sprint through if I tried, but that would leave you stuck in here."

Jordan thought on the problem for a moment. He remembered what the aliens had said; how they weren't going to hurt the boys. That seemed mostly like a lie, unless their conception of hurt was very different from the human conception of it. Although… “Hey, Travis, let's try this again. But when the door comes down, I want you to hold your hand under it and try to press back up and see if it'll go back into the ceiling, like the automatic doors at the supermarket that don't close when there's something in the way."

“Uh… Ok." Travis looked nervous, but agreed. He pressed the button again, watching as the door raised up into the ceiling. He gulped loudly, then, taking a deep, apprehensive breath, quickly stepped away from the button and got his hand under the door as it descended, catching it in mid-air.

Immediately, the metal obstacle stopped, then raised back into the ceiling. A few seconds later, it tried to close again, only to once again stop and retreat when it hit Travis's hand.

The two boys looked at each other, and exchanged smiles, before beginning to laugh quietly. The laughter of people who had tried out an insane plan and succeeded anyway.

The door kept trying to close, but retracted every time it was stopped by the older teen's hand, keeping it open as Jordan let go of the wires and hustled through, ducking under his brother's arm. Then they finally let the door close behind them. Glancing at each other, Jordan murmured. “Follow me" and started walking down the hall in the opposite direction of the laboratory.

“Do you know where you're going?" Travis asked quietly as they crept down the hallway.

“I know what I'm looking for; escape pods."

“Do this ship even have those?"

“Research ships on Earth have life-boats."

“Research ships on Earth are not like this at all!"

“Do you have any better ideas?" Jordan hissed, losing patience.

“… No, I guess not."

“Cool, then that means we're doing my idea." He led them further along the corridor, their bare feet tapping gently against the cold metal floor with each step

Then came voice. Low and guttural. Several pairs of feet thumping against the floor. Coming from around a corner ahead of them.

“Shit!" Jordan hissed.

“What do we-“

“In here!" Reaching back to grab his brother's hand, Jordan downright dragged him forward, pulling him through the one doorway within 30 feet in any direction.

The room they stumbled into was a bathed in warm, green light, coming from over a dozen large tubes standing in short rows.

“Come on, under here!" Jordan pulled his brother under a table next to the door; which had flat sides holding up the work-surface, conveniently hiding them from view.

The voices and footsteps grew louder, and then trailed off as they passed and faded into the distance.

Jordan let out the breath that he had been holding on. “Ok, we can keep going now…" He crept out from under the table, and, out of curiosity, looked towards the green tubes.

There were large, each about six feet across. Jordan walked up to one and wiped the condensation away from the glass. Suspended inside was an alien; the same species as the others. Large and green and bulky. And very naked. Tubes snaked through the slowly roiling liquid, attached to various parts of his body. One led to a tight plastic sheath around the being's large cock. Another wound around to his ass, ending in what looked like some kind of plug going up his asshole. The final one led to his mouth, where it ended in a long, penis-like gag that was secured in place by a strap around the alien's head.

His eyes were closed, and he looked almost serene in his tank. Floating calmly, oblivious to the two boys looking in at him.

“Wow…" Travis breathed, looking in at the being in suspended animation. “It's like that stuff from Star Wars…"

“The bacta tanks." Jordan said, absentmindedly. He walked away from the first tank and over to another one. He wiped the condensate away and peered inside, seeing another alien. This one seemed younger than the first. He was smaller, and the lines on his face were less deep, making his overall expression seem softer. The same system of tubes ran into and out of his body.

Walking over to another tank, Jordan saw the same thing. This alien was a bit larger than the previous one, but still seemed young.

“I think…" He said hesitantly, “That this is how they reproduce. They just grow new members of their species in tanks. Or new crewmembers specifically. I kinda suspect that they're an all-male species, or something similar, since they thought that you and I could engage in reproductive activities. But that's impossible. At some point they would have had to reproduce biologically…" There was a tap on his shoulder, and he looked over it.

His brother was standing just behind him, a small, content smile on his face. “Little bro, I don't say this much… but you're pretty cool."

Jordan smiled back. “Why do you say that?"

“You're keeping your cool and thinking about this rationally. Somehow. We've been abducted by aliens and you're just keepin' calm and carryin' on. You've got so much sci-fi knowledge, it's like this is all a joyride for you."

Jordan's eyes flicked down to stare at the grated metal floor, avoiding meeting his brother's eyes. “It's not, really."

“You don't seem scared."

“I mean… I kinda am. But I'm also excited. The implications of what we're going through are huge. We're not alone in the universe, anti-gravity and artificial gravity tech apparently exists… and if I had to guess, this ship can travel faster than the speed of light. I've got no way of knowing that, but it just feels true. This doesn't seem like a generation ship. It doesn't feel like it. It's like having my mind blown times a million, you know? All of the stuff of our utopian future fantasies really does exist…" He trailed off. “It's kinda a big deal, and I'm more amazed by that than scared by the situation we're in."

There was silence for a second, and then Travis hugged him, pulling Jordan close.

The younger teen was surprised for a second, before returning the embrace.

“I love you so much, bro." Travis said quietly. “We don't always get along. But I'm so glad that you're here. And in case we don't escape, I want you to know how much you really do mean to me."

“I love you too." Jordan hugged his brother tighter. It was true. They fought sometimes. Jordan had called Travis stupid, and variations of stupid, many times. But here, now, that all seemed to fall away. It was all so petty compared to their actual situation. When they finally released each other, he nodded his head towards the door. “Speaking of getting out of here… shall we?"

“Yeah, lead the way."

They crept through the halls of the ship, the metal always cold and smooth under their bare feet. Jordan had no sense of direction in here, he was just trying to go in a straight line. Finally, they came around a corner and saw starlight. Countless little pinpricks, shining cold through a huge window that ran the length of the hallway. They didn't sparkle like stars seen from Earth did, there was no atmosphere to distort the light.

The brothers rushed forward to the window, peering out of it into the void of space beyond.

“Can you see the Earth, or the Moon?" Travis asked anxiously, pressing his hands and face against the thick window before Jordan could stop him.

His younger brother quickly yanked him back, looking at his face with concern. “Don't press against the glass! It could've been so cold it would have burned you! Do you feel ok?

Travis went pale, looking at his hands and reaching up to feel his face. “Y-Yeah, I feel fine. The glass felt a little cold, but not much."

“Ok. Just be more careful in the future." He stepped past Travis and pressed his own face against the glass, peering out through it. Sure enough, it didn't freeze his face off. He rolled his head against the hard surface, trying to see any hint of the Earth. Or the Moon. Or even the Sun. But there was nothing there, nothing except stars. He was about to give up hope, when a thought hit him: 'Wait a minute, stars…'

He looked out the window again, and after a few seconds of searching, found what he was looking for. “Travis, look!" He pointed out the window. There, framed right in the center, was what he was looking for. “The Big Dipper!"

“Ok… how does that help us?"

“It looks just like it does on Earth! If we were far away or looking at it from a different angle, then it would look smaller, or distorted, or unrecognizable. So we must be close to Earth!" His excitement was leaking into his voice, and he was having a hard time keeping his volume down. “Come on, this way!" Jordan didn't know where he was going, but if there were escape pods, then this was the place to find them: along the edge of the ship's hull. He looked behind him as he crept along, finding Travis giving him that same admiring smile he'd given him in the lab.

Jordan smiled back, then looked forward again.

The hallway was long and straight, and went on for a long ways. Eventually though, it turned sharply into the ship again, before continuing on in the original direction. Now though, there were openings along the outer wall.

Jordan peered inside one and grinned. “I think we've found what we're looking for."

It looked a lot like escape pods in movies and videogames. The interior was rounded, with four seats around the center. Each seat had a sort of padded restraint that came down from overhead and locked the passenger into their seat, kinda like the ones on roller-coasters. At the front was a small, circular viewport, and some kind of control panel.

Taking Travis's arm, Jordan pulled him inside the pod, out of sight of anyone who might be looking down the hall.

“Do you know how to operate this thing?" His big brother asked. Sitting down in one of the two seats farthest from the door (as if he already knew that he wouldn't be any help getting the thing to work), he looked at the control panel apprehensively. “What happens if you screw up?"

“I don't know. Probably something bad." Jordan said dismissively. He looked down at the control panel, studying it. There were three dials set into a panel, next to which were a pair of buttons, one blue and one green. Below that was a keypad with six button with digits on them, along with another pair of blue and green buttons, with a little screen to show the inputs. There was a blank square screen in between the keypad and the dials. Finally, there was a cartoonishly big, cartoonishly red button off to the right. It was fairly obvious that that was the launch button. Because of course it was.

“Uh…" Jordan reached out and fiddled with one of the dials experimentally. Instantly the screen lit up, showing a field of starts. He adjusted the dial some more, and the field moved, like a camera being turned. The young teenager grinned. This was pretty intuitive. Which made sense, really. Odds were, if someone was going to be using the escape pods, then they were probably already panicked and frazzled; not the ideal state to be operating complicated equipment in.

He glanced down, and noticed that the smaller screen had also turned on, and was displaying a long line of symbols. Jordan moved the dial, and some of the symbols changed. He continued to slowly turn it, watching the symbols flash. To his smug delight, he saw that the digits at the far left of the changing numbers would change five times, then on the sixth time it would go back to the symbol he thought represented zero, and the digit one place to the right would change once.

“Hey, I was right, I think this is base-six!" He crowed proudly, looking back at his bemused brother.

“Does that help us?" Travis asked.

“Not really, but it's cool to know that, and I'm proud of figuring it out. Ok, so, what I'm guessing is going on here is that there are two ways to “aim" this escape pod somewhere. Either punching in coordinates on the number pad, which would be impossible since I have no idea what any of these symbols mean or where Earth even is in their coordinate system. Or I can just scroll around with the dials and try to just find the Earth by eye. I'm going to do the latter."

He started rapidly spinning one of the dials, scrolling around in a circle until he had gone all the way around. Then he used one of the other dials to increase the angle the camera was pointing, before repeating the process. He did this a few more times, until finally a huge grin split his face. There was a bright lens-flare coming from just off-screen. Scrolling just a little bit more, he said “I found it, Travis." Quiet, but powerful joy resonated in his voice. There, on the screen, was their home. Planet Earth.

“Awesome! Can you target it?"

“I think so…"

The camera's perspective seemed to be under the Earth's equator, and quite far away. The entire planet fit in the frame of the screen. Currently, the side of the Earth that was facing them was the eastern hemisphere, so Jordan targeted the west cost of Australia. He wasn't sure how long it would take them to get there, so he wanted to give them some extra time in case the planet rotated some more, so that they'd land on land instead of in the ocean. He didn't know if the life pod could float, and he didn't particularly want to find out.

When he was ready, he pushed the blue button, and the symbols on the coordinate-entry screen turned blue. Nervous, but not knowing what else to do, he sat down in the other seat near the control panel and pulled down the restraint. Looking over at his brother, he said. “Well, you can do the honors. Press the big red button."

Travis eyed said button nervously. “Are you sure?"

“It's a big red button, it's either a launch button or a self-destruct button. If you won't press it, then I will.

“Ok, ok, Jesus." Travis took a deep breath, and reached over and pressed the button.

Immediately, a door slid closed over the entrance to the pod, and the lights inside turned green, although Jordan wasn't sure if that was good or bad. A deep, rumbling voice announced something, although he had no idea what. A beeping started up that reminded him of a count-down timer. It went on for a few seconds, then a few more.

Jordan and his brother looked around curiously. Nothing seemed to be happening.

Then everything went quiet. The control screen flicked off, and even the lights went out. The only thing they could see was the little field of stars out the small front viewport. But still, the pod didn't seem to be moving.

“I think something's gone wrong." Jordan whispered. He pushed his restraint back up and climbed out of his seat. “Come on, let's go find a different pod."

And then the door of their pod slid open again, and the scowling face of Grock staring in at them, with Zock and a whole host of other aliens just behind them.

“… Shit." The boys said together.

There was a green and black blur of motion as the big, suited brutes grabbed the two boys and hauled them out of the pod. More aliens grabbed their arms, two flanking each teen, before they began dragging them back into the depths of the ship, no matter how much they struggled and yelled.

Their journey seemed short, no more than a couple minutes, before they were dragged in through the door of another laboratory. This new laboratory wasn't like the other one. There weren't tables here, but chairs. Chairs with restraining straps in them.

Jordan didn't get a good look at the rest of the room before he was violently dragged forward towards one of the chairs. Burly green hands pressed him down into it, the metal cold and hard against his skin. It reminded him that he was naked; it sounded odd but once he'd gotten used to that fact it had become easy to forget.

His arms and legs were levered into the straps and then tightly bound into place. Then his head, too, was secured to the headrest, while another strap was fastened around his waist, rendering him completely immobile.

“Jordan?" Came a frightened call from the chair a few feet to his right. “I-I can't see you. I just want you to know, whatever comes next, that I love you. You're the best brother I could've ever hoped for.

Despite everything, Jordan smiled. “I love you too, Travis. You're the best brother I could've had."

The aliens had busied themselves with various tasks, leaving the brothers alone for a few moments. They couldn't turn their heads or their bodies; just their eyes.

“What are they doing?" Travis asked.

“I don't know." Jordan admitted. “I guess we'll find out."

One of the aliens came back up to him, pushing what looked like a computer bank. He reached up to a box on top and pulled out two electrodes, both dangling on the end of cords. The electrodes had little circles of white cloth around them. They actually looked remarkably similar to traditional electrodes on Earth. They were pressed to his forehead, and stuck there easily, despite Jordan's attempts to knock them off by furrowing his brow over and over.

“Hey, what are you doing? Don't put those on me!"

His brother's voice alerted Jordan that they were probably doing the same thing to him.

Another alien plugged a cord into the younger teen's computer thing and then ran it across the room to Travis's computer, which he could just see out of the corner of his eyes.

The various aliens conferred with each other, gesturing to the bound boys and talking in their strange, grunty language.

Jordan was trying to stay calm. He was afraid, but calm. He tested each one of his bonds, trying and failing to find a weakness in them. He had already tried to get the electrodes off by furrowing the skin of his forehead over and over, and all that had accomplished as giving him a headache.

There was a whirring sound from above, and he looked up with his eyes to see a panel opening in the ceiling. A blue, ribbed cylinder was being lowered down on a thin, clear tube. The exterior appeared to be hard plastic, while the interior lining seemed to be softer, almost fleshy. When it was low enough, one of the aliens stepped forward and grasped it. Reaching over to the computer, he flicked a switch.

Instantly, there was a soft buzzing inside Jordan's head, and a roiling heat exploded in his groin. His cock swelled with blood and was standing erect in just a few seconds. A pleasurable, almost fuzzy sensation was emanating from his entire groin at once. “Fuck… Jesus, that feels weird…" He grunted.

When his cock was fully erect the alien positioned the cylinder over it and pushed down, forcing the teenager's penis inside the fleshy orifice. It was already slick with lubricant inside, and there was almost no resistance is it was pushed down onto him member.

The human gasped in pleasure, those tight walls pressing in around his penis in wonderfully pleasurable ways. His fingers curled and he clenched his teeth. Over to his right, he could hear his brother groaning as they did the same thing to him.

When the cylinder was all the way down over his cock, the alien reached down and secured it in place by attaching two straps to it from under the chair, one on each side. He looked up, nodding at something or someone across the room, probably one of his comrades, before returning to the rolling computer bank. Looking back across the room with another nod, he flipped one of the switches.

Instantly, the device around Jordan's cock leapt to life, the inner walls undulating in a slow, steady milking motion.

The teenager grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his fists. But he didn't resist the pleasure that was rolling through him. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever experiment the aliens were doing seemed harmless enough, and it felt pretty amazing too. He may as well enjoy it.

The alien who was attending to him, who was conspicuously not Grock or Zock, turned up a dial on the computer bank, and the undulating sucks of the milker around Jordan's cock grew stronger. When he closed his eyes, he actually hard a hard time telling if the machine was even stationary, or whether it was being thrust up and down the length of his shaft. Either way, it felt fucking amazing. He'd masturbated plenty of times, but not even his wildest fantasies about sex had felt anywhere near as good as this.

He could hear his brother's moans coming from off to his right, shy and embarrassed. But Jordan was nowhere near as subtle. A smile slid across his lips as he let a torrent of indecent sound out through them, groans and moans and profanities made in the heat of pleasure. He was really enjoying this. A pleasant tingling had spread through his groin, and was slowly working its way up his spine. His entire body felt warm. Despite being watched by several aliens, all of whom had their cocks just hanging out, he couldn't think of a place he'd rather be. His eyes were still closed, not clenched shut now, but blissfully closed.

And right then was when the big guy supervising him flipped another switch, and a very new and very unwanted image was forced into his head. It was his brother, Travis. Naked as he'd been the entire time they'd been here. And he had sat down on Jordan's cock, sending it straight up his asshole. His brother was looking back at him with a dirty, self-satisfied expression on his face.

The younger teen's eyes snapped open, but the image lingered for a moment. He felt odd. Flushed. Embarrassed.

Then the milker changed rhythm, into a sort of double stroke, one down one up, that made it feel like a very tight, very warm orifice was being repeatedly pushed down onto his member. He moaned, a blush spreading across his face. He knew what was going on here.

He felt a sort of tingle in his forehead, and then another image was upon him. He didn't even have to close his eyes to see it this time. It was just… there, plastered across his mind's eye. His brother, bouncing up and down on his lap, his cock disappearing into that warm, tight hole. A look of pleasure plastered across his face.

From across the room, Jordan could hear his brother –the real one- crying out in surprise.

“J-Jordan?! What's happening?!"

“They're –ugn!" He grunted as the milker kicked up another notch, sending a spike of pleasure straight into his brain. “They're making us see each-other. It's not really me!" He looked up at the image of his brother, riding on his cock. There was a strange quality to him. He seemed so handsome, so alluring. If he could've, Jordan would have reached out and put a hand on his thigh, running it over that smooth skin.

It felt so strange, but he didn't want to resist this. He didn't want it to end. He closed his eyes, and the image grew clearer. His hot, sexy, big brother, riding on his cock. Looking back at him with those loving, adoring eyes. So affectionate. Kindness shone behind the lustful gaze.

Jordan didn't resist anymore. He let himself get lost in the fantasy, although he didn't say his brother's name out loud. He would just die of humiliation if his bro overheard him muttering his name in a lustful haze.

The sex continued, and the milker raised on final notch, to a fever pitch. The teen couldn't help it now, and he began letting eager moans slip from between his lips, and a few moments later they were joined by his brother's own vocalizations. It was all happening so fast. In his mind, he looked up at the image of his brother, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And he thought back to the conversation they'd had in the cloning room. And a small, almost imperceptible thought drifted through his mind. “I love you." He murmured quietly, loud enough for only himself to hear. Something clicked in his brain, like a pair of Legos or two puzzle pieces coming together.

His brother looked back at him over his bare shoulder, eyes sparkling, and brought his ass down one more time. It tightened tremendously, and the milking motions intensified, until Jordan screamed in bliss and blew the biggest load he'd ever had in his entire life. There was so much of it that he could actually hear the sounds of his seed being sucked up the tube and away. It all felt so fucking good, it was like a firecracker was going off in his brain as his balls emptied themselves.

He heard his brother's cries rising to meet his, and for a split second they cried out together, before a sound like static rose to a deafening pitch in his head and he blacked out.

***

This time, Jordan felt oddly calm as he woke up. There was a wonderful, fuzzy feeling coming from his groin. A post-orgasm afterglow. There was something soft around his body though. His eyes flicked open and he sat up, finding that he was no longer restrained into a static position. Actually, there was no longer anything to be restrained to.

He was sitting in the middle of the football field, fully clothed. It was night-time. Actually, it seemed pretty late at night, far past sunset. There was a big full moon, and a sky full of stars. He looked around himself and saw the various members of his bro's football team, scattered around the center of the field. Peaceful expressions on their faces as they slept, like they were having a pleasant nap and not an abduction-induced mini-coma. Speaking of his brother, actually…

Jordan looked around again and found his bro lying on the astroturf next to him. He had his hands folded over his chest and was lying on his back, snoring softly. Cutely. Jordan found himself attracted to him. He wanted to crawl over and give his brother a cuddle. Maybe pull down his pants just a little and catch a peak of what was in his underwear… Oh, shit…

His eyes drifted closed again, and he pinched his nose as a scowl furrowed his face. So that's what the aliens had done. They'd made him sexually and romantically attracted to his brother. Probably with those stupid electrodes. He wondered if it would wear off, and found himself kinda hoping it wouldn't. It could just be the changes that had apparently been made to his brain, but he didn't really mind the thought of being in love with his brother. Of course, none of that was even mentioning the probes that had been stuck up their noses, but that was something to worry about at another time.

Reaching over, Jordan shook his brother's shoulder. “Hey, Travis, wake up!"

His older brother snorted in his sleep, then frowned. Cracking an eye open, he looked up at his sibling, before the other eye sprang open too and he quickly sat upright, looking around in a panic. “We're back…" He murmured quietly. He turned his head to look at his brother, an expression of trepidation on his face. “Do you… remember?"

“Yeah." Jordan nodded. “Aliens. The sex stuff. Escaping the cell. Getting caught. More sex stuff. All of it."

Travis looked relieved. “Thank fuck, I was worried I had gone nuts."

“Nope." Jordan grinned, reaching up to ruffle his brother's hair. “You're fine. I mean, you should probably talk to a psychologist about your unhealthy and inscrutable interest in football, but otherwise, totally fine."

“Oh, fuck off!" Travis laughed, pushing his bro's hand away. He got to his feet, then reached down and helped his sibling up.

“What's so funny?" Mumbled one of the players, cracking open an eye. “Woah, shit, did I fall asleep?"

Others were beginning to wake up now too, looking around in bewilderment and expressing confusion.

“No, we were abducted by aliens." Jordan said simply.

The first player looked up at him confusedly, before cracking a half-smile. “Oh, I get it. I like sci-fi too, dude. The whole 'we're waking up from a nap so tell me we've been abducted' shtick is pretty funny, I'll give you that. Nice prank. I'll play that one on my roommate when he wakes up from one of his weed-naps."

“No, it's not a… Oh." He fell silent for a moment. 'He doesn't remember, does he?' He cracked a smile of his own. “Yeah, you got me. You figured it out pretty quick too. We all agreed to take a nap, remember? Someone said they were gonna set an alarm on their phone, but I guess they didn't."

“Hey, what? That's not-“ Travis started, before his brother turned to look at him with meaningful expression, silencing him.

“Huh. Funny. I don't remember that. I just remember practicing, and then nothing." The player scratched his head, getting to his feet.

“Well, I mean, we don't usually remember what we're doing when we fall asleep." Jordan reassured him. “You'll probably remember better tomorrow."

The other boy looked down at his phone, which he'd pulled out of his pocket. “Holy fuck, it's 3 in the morning! Oh, shit, my mom's gonna kill me!"

“Hey, Travis, I gotta go, man!" Someone spoke up from the other side of the group. “It was a nice… nap, I guess we had."

“Alright, goodnight!" Travis waved. “Hey, does anyone need a ride?"

The team went through the motions, pairing up people with others who would drive them home. They all bade goodbye and, one by one and sometimes in pairs, they trickled off the field, leaving just Travis and Jordan, standing all alone in the night air.

“Why did you pretend it was all a joke?" Travis asked, turning to his brother.

“Because I don't want the other guys to think that we're nuts. They obviously don't remember any of it, and it wouldn't benefit us to try and convince them that we'd all been abducted by aliens. Come on, let's go home." Jordan started walking across the field to retrieve his book from the bleachers. The cool breeze, now a tad chillier, blew across his skin and ruffled the hairs of his arms.

He wanted to slip his hands into his pockets, but he didn't. There was something else he wanted even more. But he was afraid to say it. He walked up the bleacher steps while his brother waited at ground level, staring up after him. He walked to where his book sat and picked it up. On the front cover was a picture of two topless men, one a dashing space explorer, and the other a blue-skinned alien. Their eyes were locked together, and they looked just a few seconds away from a kiss.

It was a progressive publication, and the story that the cover had been drawn for was a nice parody of 1960s green-skinned space-babe stories. Jordan had been exploring his sexuality lately. He wasn't entirely sure he was straight, even before the aliens had taken him and done whatever they'd done. He looked down at his brother, waiting patiently for him at the bottom of the bleacher steps.

Taking a deep breath, Jordan descended towards him. When he was on the step in front of his brother, he stopped. “Hey… Travis. Remember what they did to us at the very end. Where they made us see images of each other... and made us feel attracted to them?"

Travis gulped. “Yeah."

“Did the effect wear off for you?"

The older boy was silent for several seconds. “No." He whispered.

“It didn't for me either."

They stared at each other for a long moment. Jordan was standing on the last step, which put him just high enough to break even with his brother. Slowly, they leaned forward and closed their eyes. Their lips met, and they both sighed a little through their noses, a bit of anxiety releasing. They pressed their mouths together, arms coming around to hug one another.

“I love you." Jordan breathed, finally pulling away.

“… I love you too, little bro." Travis replied smiling.

“… You know, mom's away tonight. Which I guess is lucky, since she won't notice that we were gone for like 6 hours more than we were supposed to be. But… do you want to go home and…" Jordan blushed heavily, “… do things? Like, maybe recreate those images they showed us? Maybe do some other stuff?"

Travis smiled. “I think I'd enjoy that." He put an arm around Jordan's shoulder, a gesture that his younger bro returned, before together they walked off the field.