DASH HOGAN AND THE ARENA OF VESTA
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[This group of nine adventures (this is number seven) are done tongue-in-cheek in loving imitation of the old sci-fi stories I read as a child, when it was thought that life would be found everywhere, even on every planet and moon in our sky, and that getting there was just a matter of figuring out how to build a spaceship. This, then, is not a presentation of the Solar System as it is...but darn it, wouldn't it have been a lot more fun if it was?]
Six weeks this time around! Six weeks to get his spaceship from Earth Base to the asteroid belt. Dash was really feeling the pressure this time. Not only had he been forced to resort to Mr. Hand and his five brothers for all that time, this time he was out of contact with Earth until he got back to near the orbit of Mars again. Not that he enjoyed his conversations with General Tolson, and not that the General hadn't tried to give Dash enough misery before he got out of range over three weeks ago, but knowing that he could come to grief and nobody on Earth would even have a clue as to where he'd gone or what had happened to him made him nervous as a cat!
Earth was going to have to put some relays out this far if they wanted to keep exploring the Solar System, Dash decided. And they would...one day. Until then, he was on his own. That made his masturbation a little too desperate for his own good.
He was headed for Vesta, a large (but not the largest) asteroid, which the astronomers back at Base (for some reason he didn't understand) had decided was the best location for an initial exploration of the asteroid belt. As one astronomer put it, "If something happens, in three years' time, we'll be able to reach you by radio when it reaches aphelion." As if that was going to do Dash any good!
But now he could observe Vesta in his ship's telescope. One element on its southern pole was unmistakeable. "An arena! A freaking arena right out of the Roman Empire!" Dash dictated to his recorder. This time, he was going to keep a record as he went, best he could, rather than wait until he was done with the adventure. "It must be important to these people, because it covers about four square miles of the surface area of Vesta! I have got to get a closer look at this place!"
Dash took a few pictures of the gigantic structure through the telescope, then concentrated on steering his spaceship down to land inside the arena. He had to land inside it, it was the only clear surface on the entire freaking asteroid. The rest of Vesta was one gigantic city, he could now see as he got closer. Buildings, many buildings, none of them very tall (for good reason, the atmosphere of Vesta clung close to its surface, you get more than four or five stories tall and you'd be out into vacuum! The ceilings of these buildings were thick and sturdy and there were covered walkways all over the place. Small asteroids must be a constant problem, like living in a war zone and bullets flying everywhere. But the arena was open land, and maybe the only real land left on Vesta.
He landed in the middle of the arena and stepped out as he always did, with his words he was using on every world he explored, "I come from Earth, and I come in peace. Let these first steps be the path which all Mankind can follow!"
He heard a noise and turned to look. Figures were approaching him over the vast plain of this arena. At first, Dash thought that these men were riding other men on piggy-back, then they got closer and he realized why they'd looked that way. "Shades of Barsoom!" He murmured. "These men have four arms!" And they did! To visualize the Vestan Men, picture a magnificently handsome body-builder, paler than most humans but not all, with red eyes and white hair on his head. Now, take off the man's head and put the top half of another equally handsome body-builder's body on top where the neck was. The slender waists were wider than necks, but still slim enough to let the lower shoulders hoist those massive lower arms and flex them easily. Their legs were strong, bearing as they did what on Earth would be over 300 pounds each...and on these men, not an ounce of that weight was fat! They wore a loincloth over their privates and a second smaller one depended over the middle waist/shoulders of the men, and they wore leather belts at east waist which carried their swords. These men could swing two swords with two of their hands and have the other two to handle a large, rectangular shield as easily as an Earthman could have handled a small circular shield in Roman times. They would make formidable fighters with those old weapons.
Dash gulped and spread his arms out, his fingers wide. "I come in peace!" he said again as they got close enough.
"Another man!" one of them said as he glared at Dash. "And this one from another world!"
"We should kill him now, before the tournament!"
"All are given a chance!" a third protested.
"But only one may win!" a fourth pointed out. "Do you wish to learn an alien's martial arts by dying on his blades?"
"I'm not here to fight anybody!" Dash interrupted this. "I just came for a short visit!"
"You lie, when the tournament is but four days off." the first one declared. "You know the rules of the arena...."
"I don't know any rules!" Dash yelped. "Especially any that involves dying!"
"Death is the fate of all of us, in four days' time." the Vestan man told him. "We die in the arena or we die after."
"Well, count me out of your plans, if you don't mind!" Dash said emphatically. "I just came to see your world and learn a bit about it. I guess you'd better start with this tournament!"
The man regarded Dash with astonishment. "Your people do not engage in sexual intercourse?"
"Of course we do!" Dash replied. "We just don't kill ourselves over it. Well, not often, and certainly not in front of a crowd." he amended.
"But how can you do this?" the man asked. He and the others pressed around Dash. "If your people do not engage in the tournament, how do you select the one of you that will mate with your Queen?"
"Uh, the Queen picks whoever she wants." Dash said. "And leaves the rest of the men for the other women."
"Women? You have multiple females on your planet?"
"Of course we do. We have plenty of them. Half our population is female, the other half is male."
"And all your males mate with females before they die?"
"All who want to, yes."
"Want to? You have a choice about mating?"
"Of course." Dash said. "We choose when and who we mate with." Dash couldn't help but add. "And some of us men prefer to mate with other men."
"He speaks nonsense!" one of the Vestan Men declared. "We should be training for the tournament, not wasting our time listening to nonsense!"
"I would learn more about this mating with other men!" the first Vestan Man (He did seem to be a leader of some sort among them, he was certainly bigger and meaner-looking than the rest of them) protested. "If he can offer us a different and better fate than dying in the Queen's arms after we mate with her, then I would like to listen!"
There were some fourteen men about Dash when that was said. At this protest, the men all drew their blades in a flash! Dash yelped and took the better part of valor, that is, he ducked down and made himself small. The men fought among each other furiously, and when it was done, Dash raised up and looked around. He was surrounded by dead men! Cut, bloody, dead. Above them stood a single Vestan Man, the one he'd pegged as their leader. Blood on his swords, blood on his body, but none of it was his own.
"What just happened?" Dash asked timidly. Other groups of Vestan Men were approaching but some distance off. Things were about to get extreme, maybe.
"Do not fear for yourself." the Vestan Man said. "Such quarrels are common. They only come to take our fallen comrades off and clean the arena floor. All must be kept ready for the tournament." He wiped his swords casually on the body of one of the fallen and sheathed them. "Come with me and we will discuss this further."
Dash didn't have any other choice, really. He didn't want to disagree with this man, as disagreeing with him seemed to be the start of a bloodbath. And he was emphatically a lover and not a fighter!
A walk of nearly a mile took him to an opening in the Arena's barrier wall. Dash saw that there was no room for spectators. Well, if all the men were inside the arena fighting and only one Queen to watch it, what need would there be for seats anyway. "Where are we going?"
"To the home of my Clutch." the Vestan Man said.
Dash stopped at the opening. "Wait. Until I go in there, talk to me. What is going on here and why is there a tournament and everyone dying and...and everything. I need answers before I do something I'm going to regret."
The Vestan Man (his name, he revealed, was "Esseter") told him how their world worked. There was only one female on the entire asteroid of Vesta, the Queen, and the female who would birth the entire next generation for Vesta. Only one egg laid would be female, who Dash gathered was a huge, huge being several times the size of these males, the rest would become males. The males labored at their world, caring for things until it was close to time for the mating. Then, they concentrated on learning how to fight. Their battles were bloody and frequently fatal, but even with such carnage, when the tournament came along, there would be thousands of the males in the arena. The arena was a free-for-all, each Clutch (which consisted of some hundred males) against all the others, until only one Clutch was left. And then the males of the Clutch fought each other until only one male was left alive. If some male hid out and avoided the tournament, he would die anyway as his body produced so much sperm that it would rupture his sperm-sac inside his body, killing him.
The victorious male would then go to the Queen (officially their sister, but the Vestan genetics worked differently than humans, no cross-breeding occurred as separate genetic origins were involved) and mate with her, a single breeding. He would unload his sperm-laden load into the Queen...who would promptly reward the spent male by eating him. She would then spend her last several months laying the next batch of Clutches and then die herself. The next generation would rise from the eggs and start their world anew with their generation.
And it was time for the next tournament, in four more days. Dash had arrived just in time to watch the bloodbath.
"Unless your world has another answer." Esseter finished. "You spoke of males making love to other males. If we can mate without the Queen, we can die. If we lose in the arena, we die. If we win, we mate, but still, we die. Do you have another answer?"
"Well, males on my world mate by using other parts of our body for the sex." Dash explained. "For example, you could use your hands and manipulate your genitals into orgasm."
"That would not work." Esseter explained. "Our penises are large and must have contact over all their length in order to reach full climax." He lifted aside his loin flap and showed his cock.
"Whoa, that's a big one!" Dash admired. It looked mostly like a human penis, only it had no foreskin, and bore small bumps all over its sides. Dash reached out and stroked the huge dong and Esseter hissed in appreciation.
"That is pleasing, Earthman, but alas, no more than pleasing."
"Well, you could also use your mouths."
Esseter smiled at Dash, opening his mouth to do so and Dash flinched back. Esseter's human-appearing face ceased to look human, it opened in three directions instead of two, and each held sharp, fang-like teeth.
"I guess that wouldn't work for you, would it." Dash agreed. "Well, there's the one other opening for a human being, that's his anus."
Dash had to explain the "anus" to Esseter, who finally understood and sighed in despair. "That is also different with our people. I will show you."
Esseter turned and bent over to display the region between his buttocks. Dash bent down and looked, then gaped. "Your asshole has a strainer over it!" It wasn't one opening, it was a lot of small holes!
"And so we cannot mate with each other after all." Esseter sighed. "It is sad. I have often felt that our people could accomplish so much more if we lived more than the score of years we have before we must mate. I had hoped you would have the answer. If only a few of us could live longer, even this one Clutch of mine, we hundred males, we could change our world!"
"Well." Dash looked up at the huge man. He really was a handsome studly creature, all for being a Vestan instead of an Earthman. "Maybe if you tried to make love with me, that might work."
He expected the Vestan to jump at the chance, after all, a fate worse than death didn't apply with death was certain without it. But the Vestan looked at him and simply sighed again. "You could pleasure my male organ without any difficulty." he agreed. "But you could not do the same for my female organ at the same time."
"Your female organ?" Dash was puzzled. Was this man a hermaphrodite?
Esseter pulled aside the flap of cloth that would have hung about the neck of a man like a choker or an Ascot tie...and revealed a second cock there, slightly smaller but just as virulently male as the one lower down. The Vestans were double-dicked! "We cannot achieve climax without both our organs being stimulated together. I could mate with your human anus with my male organ, but what of my upper organ which carries the genes for the future Queen?"
Dash just grinned. "I don't see any problem at all, myself. Do you have a bed in this place of yours?"
Esseter did and led Dash there. The bed was a bed, though longer and wider, which suited Dash fine. He pulled off his clothing and so did Esseter when he saw Dash's movements. Dash then led Esster to the bed and said, "Now, just do what I tell you to."
Dash lay back on the bed and put his legs in the air. Esseter crawled in between those legs, his long thin body towering precariously over Dash. Then he went down to rest his weight on his lower pair of hands and that put his upper cock right at Dash's mouth. As Dash sucked the upper prong into his mouth, Esseter pushed the lower cock into Dash's ass. Those bumps tweaked at Dash's sphincter as it slid in, but inside his body, they merely stroked his innards with soft moist pleasure.
Esseter groaned and began to fuck at Dash, not merely with his hips, but with his lower body, moving in waves like a snake might. As his upper cock drove into Dash's mouth and throat, the lower cock was pulling out, as it rammed back into him (oh, God, those bumps were driving his prostate absolutely crazy!), his upper dong slid back up and other Dash's lips, and Esseter groaned in ecstasy with each half-stroke (which for him, was a full stroke, albeit to separate parts of his body).
Dash, for his own part, was loving the feel of that hot, long Vestan dong that Esseter was plying into his ass, and his mouth was filled with the succulent, sweet Vestan schlong of Esseter's upper body. It was like having two lovers who were trained to move in perfect harmony, complementing each other, one filling him as one emptied him, one moved in as the other moved out of Dash's mouth or anus. Dash matched that tempo as best he could, but never could quite achieve such a simple coordinated set of thrusts as Esseter was giving him.
Esseter's movements were getting faster and more frantic now, this poor Vestan male had never had sex before in his life. His sperm sac had been building up towards the breaking point for a very long time and now, it was to be unloaded into Dash in one gigantic climax.
Enough sperm to populate an entire world! Even a small world, but God, to be hit with that all at once! He could DIE! He struggled somewhat in Esseter's embrace, but it was far too late, the brawny Vestan held him down by the sheer weight of his body and when he hit his climax, Esseter's ejaculation was everything Dash had feared it would be.
A huge flood of spunk shot out of his lower cock into Dash's bowels, enough to fill Dash's lower intestinal tract with sperm and then it was squirting out of his ass around Esseter's prong in all directions. At that point, the upper cock exploded into Dash's mouth and Dash gulped hard as he could but it was still not enough, more jizz sprayed out of his lips and even went up into his sinuses and squirted out of his nostrils.
He was drowning in come! Dash found his air completely cut off and still the spunk was flooding into his mouth and his ass, and if that wasn't enough, Dash found his own body joining in the fun, he moaned and ejaculated upwards against Esseter's body, dousing the big Vestan man in his own turn. Lights exploded behind his eyelids as he squinched them shut in delight, his mouth bubbled and hot Vestan sperm formed a fountain as he coughed and sprayed huge wads of the hot goo up against Esseter's body.
Dash nearly passed out from his own orgasm and the lack of air when Esseter finished and released him. Dash swallowed desperately with the last of his strength but it was the last of the come in his mouth and he could breathe again and Esseter was panting hard above him, still not falling over, though his upper hands were now resting against the wall above Dash's head to hold him in place.
Dash fought himself back to consciousness and said, "So, that's how it can work for you, if you have an Earthman to do it with. Four days won't be quick enough to get any more Earthmen here, though, so I guess...." A small noise stopped him, and Dash looked over to see two more Vestan males standing there. "Uh...I come in peace?"
But the males must have been standing there long enough to understand what Dash's presence meant, and they barreled for the bed. And as they climbed in, Dash saw that Esseter was going out to spread the word to the rest of his Clutch.
He was in for a disagreeable four days, it looked like.
Six days later, Dash was back in his ship and at his recorder. "It took me four days." he concluded, "but I was able to drain the sperm sacs of all of Esseter's Clutch. The Queen had her tournament, but without his Clutch participating. She's out laying eggs now, but with Esseter's Clutch around, when the new Clutches hatch in a few weeks' time, they won't be starting from scratch and instinct like Vestans have had to do for a long time.
"We have about twenty years to get some Earthmen to Vesta to help with the Clutches the second time around. The Queen can have a volunteer to mate with her, among all the Clutches there are bound to be a few males who want the privilege of creating a new generation. The others can live out their lives and build a civilization. And if they can go from nothing to creating spears and clothes and such in one generation, you can just imagine what they'll do with a real lifespan to work with. In no time, they'll be building their own spaceships and colonizing the rest of the asteroid belt. Turns out Vesta is so much brighter than the other asteriods because of the buildings catching the sunlight. The others probably don't have intelligent life on them. Plenty of room for more Vestans to live and breed."
Dash shut off the recorder and sat back and thought. If they matched Earth's civilization in, say, a hundred years, what would they be like in two hundred? Or a thousand? Well, that was the future and Earth could certainly hold its own if it had to. For him, it was time for his next stop...the moons of Jupiter.
"Ganymede, here I come." he muttered. "And come and come, if my past experiences are any guide."
And no General to make his trip miserable. Dash looked out at the vast cosmos. He was still alone out here, but he didn't feel afraid any more.
THE END
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