Dalton and Nick Pt. 01

Nick and Dalton were driving down a dark forest road. They came across a beautiful clearing that stretched a few miles, cow fields on either side. It was a clear night and the moon hung full in the sky. It took the two by surprise when the car they occupied suddenly slowed, unnaturally so, to a stop. They also found themselves engulfed by a white cone of light that enveloped the car.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Nick, who was in the driver's seat, pushed down on the gas pedal.

The engine revved, but they stayed still. Dalton was in the passenger seat, ready to be the voice of reason, but as Nick started panicking, the car lurched upward. The car's tires spun just as uselessly now, so Nick took his foot off the gas. He shrunk back into his seat, fear welling in him. Dalton took notice.

"Nick, I need you to stay calm-"

"Don't tell me to stay calm! What the fuck is happening?!" Nick shouted.

"We're- christ- we're floating, Nick! Keep your shit together until things make sense again!" Dalton yelled back.

The car lights started flickering not long before it died entirely. Something about the nature of the beam they were caught in must have been damaging to the cars workings. Unable to do anything else, Nick slid the moonroof open to look in the direction they were headed. A bright light filled the car and the two shielded their eyes for a moment. Dalton was the first one to look.

He saw, through the painful bright light, the makings of a ship. It was like something out of a science fiction movie with its pyramid-like form and shiny underbelly.

"I know this is going to sound crazy..." Dalton began, unsure of himself. "But I think we're being abducted by aliens."

Nick gripped the steering wheel and put his forehead to it with a groan.

"Aliens? No, there's gotta be, like, literally anything else. Anything else to explain this!" He retorted, getting his phone out to try and start getting help.

Nick pressed the side button only to find that his phone and likely Dalton's were both dead. With a sigh he looked over to his friend, holding up the phone. Dalton sighed back and looked up at the moon roof again.

"Hey, listen, in a sec we're going to find out what this is, okay? We'll deal with it as it comes."

Nick nodded and followed his eyes to the moon roof. Before he could say anything else, the top of the car passed the entrance to the ship, and the two were pulled inside.

As they were pulled in, they heard the whirring of machinery as the floor closed beneath them. The car was dropped to the new floor with a jostle, and the two took in their surroundings. The inside of the ship, this landing bay of sorts, was mostly black and white and very polished. Dalton, the braver, was the first one to leave the vehicle.

He stepped out and observed the surroundings, walking to a console to the right of the car. Nick followed suit and quickly joined Dalton out of fear of being alone. A strange whooshing sound came from overhead and the two looked up.

They couldn't see it, but a gas was filling the room. Nick, being much smaller than Dalton, was the first to be affected. His head grew heavy and he reached out to hold the console for stability.

"Nick? You alright?"

Before the brunette could respond, his legs started giving out. Dalton caught him and lowered him to the ground before it started affecting him too. Both of them tried fighting the gas, but within seconds the two were unconscious next to each other.

...

Waking up was a doozy.

Dalton woke up first. He found himself on a velvet covered chaise. Looking around, he found it odd he was laying in a nicely furnished room. Weren't they just in an alien ship? They? Nick! Dalton looked around for his friend and found him on the opposite side of the room, sleeping on a large couch. He went over and took his friend by the arm, gently trying to rouse him.

Nick slowly stirred to life and smiled when he saw Dalton there over him. As his memories came back, Nick sat up and, panicked, looked around their environment.

"Where are we?" He asked, "I thought...? And then we were...?" Nick couldn't gather a coherent thought, it was all too strange.

"I know, I remember it too. Being floated into a ship." Dalton tried comforting, taking a seat next to him.

"And now we're here? Where is here?" Nick thought aloud, standing.

Dalton watched him walk around the room. It was spacious and warm, with a small kitchen area. Nick walked to the fridge and opened it, curious about its contents. It was fully stocked with meats, cheeses, vegetables, and fruits. Almost like they'd be staying here awhile. Before Nick could reach in to take something, a voice rang out across the room.

"Hello humans Nick and Dalton." The voice spoke as if English wasn't its first language, its tone and pronunciation uncoordinated.

"You will both be a part of an extraordinary experience. This experience has been carefully formulated for maximum comfort and relaxation while observation takes place."

'Observation?' Nick echoed in his head.

"Why are we here?" Dalton was standing now and staring at a speaker in the center of the ceiling, where the voice came from.

"You are here because one of you is an anomaly to us. Human Nick, we've been aware of humans like you for quite some time, but have never been able to get our hands on one until now."

Nick shivered. He and Dalton knew what the unknown voice meant.

"To be more precise, we know you to be a, how do you call it, transgender man? Trans male? Or do you prefer Ftm?"

"I'm a trans guy," Nick sighed, frustrated at the topic revolving around him. "Plain and simple. So like, are you an alien or what?"

There was an odd noise before the voice spoke again. It was almost like a laugh.

"We are alien to you, yes. Very alien, hence the observation. We want to witness the human condition of a trans male."

Nick rolled his eyes and went back to looking in the fridge, eyeing some particularly red strawberries. Dalton was feeling protective over where he stood. He didn't like that aliens were going to be studying something so personal about his friend.

"So, we will begin the first phase of observation tomorrow morning. There will be three total. Afterwards, we will return you to your previous location and send you on your way! Now, enjoy your space, have a meal, and we'll see you tomorrow!" The voice sounded joyous.

The speaker made a short crackling sound as the voice left. Nick shook his head and went to sit with his strawberries. Dalton joined him and picked one up.

"How are you feeling?" Dalton asked.

"Like we're about to be experimented on. Doesn't look like we have a choice though. I'm thinking of just putting up with it so we can leave." He replied.

"You think they'll include me?" Dalton asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Nick didn't want to think about the 'observation', or what it would mean for the both of them.

Dalton nodded and went about eating the fruit in his hand. The two made themselves a small meal using the stocked kitchen. Afterwards they found places to sleep among the luxurious furniture. Where it lacked beds, it had couches beyond comfort. Dalton claimed the velvet chaise he had woken up on earlier, and pulled an elaborate quilt over him. Nick stayed on the couch on the far side of the room. After about 15 minutes of inactivity, the lights in the room dimmed to near pitch darkness. It was time to sleep.

...

Nick and Dalton awoke to the room filling with light.

"Good morning humans Nick and Dalton." The voice came over the speaker again.

The two got up and gathered themselves as the voice continued.

"Today is phase one of observation. You will be separated at least until observation is over."

Separated?

Nick and Dalton's eyes met and Nick began approaching him. He stopped just before running into a thick glass wall that kept the two apart. The only thing that kept him from running into it was a smudge that must have been left by one of their alien captors.

"What the fuck?!" Nick yelled at the speaker on his side of the room.

Dalton put a hand on the glass and simply stared at Nick. He felt powerless, unable to go to Nick's aid should he need him.

"What's going to be done to him?" Dalton piped up, looking up at the speaker.

"Contents of the observation are kept from ones being observed. We can't have you meddling with the process, so the less you know, the better." The voice replied.

"This is bullshit!" Nick went to his side of the kitchenette and reached for a drinking glass. He whipped it across the room at the speaker on the ceiling. It, to his surprise, didn't shatter. It bounced off of the speaker and down to the carpeted floor.

There was a pause.

"Observation will begin shortly, Nick."

Another click as the voice left. Nick looked to Dalton and walked over to the glass.

"You shouldn't throw things. You could make them angry." Dalton reasoned.

"We don't even know who 'they' are! They haven't exactly introduced themselves."

"And they have us captive, Nick. We need to play nice-"

A whoosh sounded on Nick's side of the room. All Dalton heard was a light hiss. Nick immediately faced the noise and pressed his back to the glass. Were they going to knock him out again?

Suddenly Dalton's voice rang out.

"The glass!"

Nick spun to witness the edges of the glass wall frosting up. The frost slowly made its way to the middle, blocking their view of one another. All they could do before they lost sight of one another was exchange similar looks of fear and anticipation.

Alone on his side of the room, Dalton looked around. He could only imagine what needed to be done without the other seeing, and he hated not knowing. He did the only thing he could think of; picking up a light end table and throwing it at the glass.

On the other side Nick could be heard.

"Dude you scared the shit out of me! I thought you said not to throw things?"

Nick waited on his side. Waited for something to take place, but nothing came. Nothing obvious at first. It started slowly, the warm sensation in his crotch. It began radiating to his inner thighs.

"Sorry about that, are you okay over there?" Dalton called.

Nick blinked away the feeling and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I'm okay over here!"

He took a seat on the couch and looked down at himself. His breathing had quickened.

"Human Nick!"

The voice made him jump.

"Take note of the long section of the couch you sit on. The cushion lifts up to reveal storage space. You may take interest in the contents."

Nick stared at the speaker and slowly stood, his curiosity getting the better of him. He lifted the edge of the cushion and pulled upwards. Before him laid an arrangement of sex toys, varied in color and size. He turned red and shut the cushion down again.

"No fucking way!" He yelled at the speaker.

"You can fuck off with all that!"

Dalton, on the neighboring side of the glass, took interest while listening.

"What's in the couch?" He called over, staring at the frosted glass.

Nick tried to even his breathing. "Don't worry about it!" He replied.

He sighed and took a seat on the couch again, desperately ignoring the growing ache of arousal. Another hiss sounded off, more gas flowing into the area. Nick had the bright idea to put his shirt over his mouth, trying to fend off the fume.

It didn't seem to work.

Another wave of heat rushed over him. His face and chest were blushed. Between his legs was a growing wetness that was getting hard to ignore. Nick began to pace around, shuddering as his hardening t-dick rubbed against his underwear.

He went to the kitchenette counter and put his palms against the cool granite as he assessed his situation; he was wet, horny as hell, and had an arsenal of tools at his disposal to satisfy himself. He also had his best friend sitting in what was technically the same room, divided by glass that could theoretically become clear at the moment's notice.

Nick felt his pussy begin throbbing with want. He stiffly walked to the couch and stood in front of it, contemplating. He looked back at the glass wall, then to the couch again. Nick lifted the cushion and inspected his options.

There were toys of all kinds. It made him blush even harder. Keeping one eye over his shoulder, he grabbed a dildo, shut the cushion, and made for the back of the couch. Free from the view of the glass, he sat on the floor, thinking about whether or not to go ahead with what he so badly needed.

Nick put the dildo down and undid his pants. He kicked them off in a hurry and spread his legs. He took the tip of the dildo and ran the head down his pussy, picking up his slick. The trail of red hot pleasure where the dildo dragged made his heart skip. Without hesitation he slid it into himself. His toes curled against the carpet and he had to bite his free hand to keep any sound from coming out; He'd always been vocal. Nick didn't think he'd ever been this aroused. He immediately started pounding himself, his wetness making the motions sound sloppy. Nothing Dalton would hear, hopefully.

As fast and as hard as he went, Nick found himself wanting more. Needing more. He pushed the length of the toy in and tried pushing farther, but it wasn't enough. He needed something that would press into him just right. Unsatisfied, he took the toy out and set it aside. He crouched and looked over the couch, checking if the coast was clear before going to lift the cushion once more. Nick went again for a dildo, but this time obviously larger in length and girth.

He returned to his spot behind the couch and slicked the dildo. This one made for a tighter fit. Pushing it in, Nick felt it press through rings of muscle as it filled him. He let out a shuddering, hot breath of a sigh and relaxed into the carpet. He let it sit inside of him for a moment as he adjusted, enjoying how it pushed his organs and crammed against his cervix. Nick slowly moved it in and out of his pussy, reveling in his own eroticism. A shot of pleasure erupted from his pussy, bringing him dangerously close to orgasm. He stopped moving the toy and considered edging himself, but how much time did he really have to draw this out?

Would that wall soon disappear? Would Dalton catch him? Nick let himself imagine Dalton walking around the couch just then, how his face would look finding his friend in such a dirty position. The excitement of it brought Nick close again, and he let himself come to the thought. The orgasm rolled intensely through his body, making it spasm and shake as it uselessly clenched the toy inside. He yet again had his hand over his mouth, muffling the pathetic noises trying to work their way out. As it fizzled, the toy was let to flop out of his pussy and rolled onto the carpet. A tinge of disgust roused in Nick. Post-nut clarity, perhaps. Having came to his friend made him feel a certain type of guilt. Surely Dalton would be disappointed in him for that, right?

"Phase one of observation complete!" The nameless voice had returned once again. It made Nick jump and clamber to put the toy back in the couch. The wall was still opaque, thank god. Once he shut the cushion, a locking sound clicked and a whirring began. Nick didn't care to think about what the couch was doing, he was only caring about fastening his pants and being as nonchalant as possible should that wall become transparent or disappear. As he turned, his blood ran cold.

The wall was transparent now. Dalton was standing there, seemingly casual. Nick swallowed, cleared his throat, and spoke up.

"How much did you see?"