Life was full of unexpected turns and twists: Lord knows. Hal J. was still reeling from from the night six weeks ago when Oliver had turned 'round to face Hal in a dark corridor and after a heartbeat Oliver had leaned in and suddenly they were kissing...no consuming each other with their lips, tongues, each inhaling the other, drinking in all the pleasurable things they knew about one another but had held back during their partnership in crime-fighting.
More than once Hal had found himself bound and gagged, tied to with his friend or even TO his friend, and had wanted what came that night: It was not something any words could have expressed, but their shared love of danger and extreme peril had led them to a tighter and tighter bond. And now these last six weeks had been like a spell of such male intensity that Hal sometimes felt afraid to move in the night as Oliver's smooth, muscled arm slid around his own chest, pulling him into Oliver's warm embrace, his blond beard nuzzling the back of his thick neck...It was all to much for Hal, but now everything had changed once again:
Responding to an emergency call from NORAD, Hal and Oliver had suited-up, heading to the wilds of Canada to investigate sightings of strange craft near Mt. Gladden in the north woods of Alberta. Almost as soon as they had arrived and begun investigating, they had traced some strange energy readings to a meadow on the mountain in a densely-wooded section of the mountain: the perfect place for and E.T. invader to hide and set-up a watch-post. Without bothering to notify NORAD or even the local authorities, the two heroes flew into the meadow on Green Lantern power, touching down lightly on the gently waving grass. The moon glistened on the flowers and trees an all seemed at peace. Hal turned to Oliver to say something and a sudden yellow glow formed around his friends curly blond locks. Before he could even cry out a warning, the verdant archer was enclosed in a yellow freeze ray, unable to move a muscle, his face frozen in a grimace of pain and helplessness.
GL responded with a blast of green disruptor force in the direction of the yellow ray, where he now discerned the form of a yellow being the shape and size of a man glowing with waves of yellow radiance. The green beam failed as a rising yellow gas began swirling around GLs boots. Before he could envelop Green Arrow and himself in a protective forcefield, he was overcome by the sweet-smelling fumes and blacked-out almost instantly. Both of the gallant heroes tumbled to the grassy earth and saw no more until they were bathed in bright lights on board The Procurator's ship. The two heroes, each at the pinnacle of masculine beauty, physical strength, and mighty will-power, were now reduced to lumps of motionless male flesh, as helpless as two infant boys awaiting feeding time. As he lay there on the bright silver deck, Hal wondered how the twists and turns of fate had brought he and his friend-and-now-lover Oliver Queen to this place and perilous situation. Had he only known...much sorrow and humiliation was to follow.
Before they knew what was happening, the twin heroes in green were sliding down a narrow chute. Their limp bodies did little to slow their descent, ultimately landing in separate "jars" of ultra-thick glass. The paralytic gas was wearing off, but both men were weak from the noxious dose. Exposed to weightless space, they bobbed and floated inside their transparent prisons like a pair of fireflies captured by an excited boy on a summer night. Each of the two heroes seemed to be floating in their own internal hell as well: Their captor, known across the galaxy as simply "The Procurator", had taken shameless liberties with their bodies as the two lay prone and helpless on the deck of his space craft...
Their virile bodies had "responded" to his gloating caresses, and intimate fondling of their muscled forms...so much so that even The Procurator himself had been surprised. Had they not been under the deep spell of the potent paralytic gas, and unable to resist, the villain might have guessed that the the green gods were enjoying his most inappropriate attentions to their private parts. Their obvious pleasure at his hands was not completely unexpected: The Procurator possessed tactile skills and anatomical knowledge of even the most obscure species in the galaxy. These Terran males were simply two studs to add to his stable of captives whose future owners would use them in many ways. If their status as superior members of the species was true, then their would be exploited sexually without question. The Procurator was simply doing his research!
That said, the varlet had prodded and probed, pinched and invaded the two men for quite a long period of time, and the two were forced to bear witness to the betrayal of their own super powered bodies over and over again. In particular, the Green Lantern seemed to have a particular susceptibility to anal and prostatic stimulation, his manly rod practically tearing out of his tight costume as The Procurator jammed his digits between GL's tight buttocks, forcing the fabric of his suit to chafe against his tender manhole. Green Arrow on the other hand, seemed to have a hungry mouth, made for gobbling the alien captors flesh probe. Perhaps the taste of his partners insides had proved to be stimulating....
When he had completed his "Pleasuring Survey", The Procurator took note of these proclivities, inserted cortico-anal stimulators into the two captives and slid them through a hatch to be stored below for transport. The nutri-supplements he had force-fed them would tide their super bodies over for the relatively short journey to market, and the CA stims would prevent any messy waste from being discharged into their containers jars. In one cycle they would be decontaminated, tagged, harnessed and paraded before some of the The Procurators best clients. Based on their performance here on the ship, they would fetch a huge price on the market. As he slid into his padded control console and eased the sleek silver ship into hyperspace he thought of his his two new studs floating helplessly in their containment jars down below and wondered vaguely if they would be sold as a pair.
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