PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter Nine
"A Taste of Chili Pepper"
Ivan was so very happy to see his home again. He went running up to the door, shouting and hollering. Trouble was, at first, he didn't think anyone was at home and then got nervous. Had the Connobarans taken them all away?
Then Fortin came in yawning, just awakened from a nap. He was naked and his cock was hard and pointing out, almost as far out as his rotund stomach. "Oh, hello, Uncle Ivan." he said, yawned again. "Did you find out where the grunkels go?"
"Yes. Where is everybody?"
"They went into town." Fortin explained. "A new ship landed not too far from here, a Marine troopship with over two hundred men on board. Several of its crew were hurt and, of course, they all have to be helped over the first dose of the pink mist. You know."
Ivan did know, at first the impulses of sex were uncontrollable. After a week or so, though, you gained, if not control, at least a bit of understanding as to when you had to have sex.
Like now, for instance. Jethro had exacted the ultimate price of an insulted man. For the entire three-day trip back, Jethro had steadfastly refused to even touch Ivan, settling instead for masturbating himself when they dipped back into the pink mist on this side of the pass. So Ivan hadn't had sex, except with Mr. Hand, for three days. And he was fond of Fortin, if not attracted to his body, and managed at least once in a while to give the dark, young, pudgy man a roll in the hay.
He stepped up as Fortin continued. "And they wanted to ask about you. You've been gone for a lot longer than you promised. We were getting worried."
Ivan grabbed Fortin's cock and Fortin grinned broadly. "Guess I'll have to be the one to welcome you back. And welcome back, Jethro. Want to join in the fun?"
"Hmph!" Jethro grumped.
Fortin wasn't offended. "You didn't act like that the last time you were by here. Couldn't get enough of my tight ass. You had a funny way of wiggling in there, felt real good. You seemed to like it when I woke you up the morning after, too."
Ivan remembered that it had been Jethro who had been fucked by Fortin the morning after Pavel's puberty rites. Which reminded him of his primary purpose in bringing Jethro back with him. "Jethro is here for a taste of our chili peppers." he said.
"Chili peppers?" Jethro asked.
"Yes." Ivan said, giving Fortin's cock a good shake and releasing it. "We have any in the house right now?"
"Sure, Uncle Ivan." Fortin said. "But do you really want to do that?" He would have argued, but Ivan interrupted.
"It's necessary." Ivan said. "Fetch us one right away."
Fortin went into the kitchen and Ivan turned to Jethro, wearing still his gray uniform and medal won for his capture of Vid and Kyle. "Might as well get this over with. It has a strong but not unpleasant effect on us. You ought to enjoy this. And besides...."
"I know." Jethro cut him off. "If this doesn't work, you'll kill my people when we invade this place. We've been over this a dozen times. I'll do it, but I'll be damned if I'm looking forward to this."
Fortin returned with a bowl of the peppers. "Can I be the one to give it to him?" he begged.
"Better let me." Ivan said and grabbed one pepper in his hand. "Jethro, are you ready?"
Jethro gulped and said, "I'm ready."
Ivan reached up and, as his fist came close to the lower half of Jethro's face, he crushed the pepper in his hand and a thick red puff of fumes suddenly engulfed Jethro's face. Ivan immediately lowered his hand and stepped back.
Jethro's eyes immediately dulled, glazed over. With immediate reaction, he reached for Ivan, his pants tenting out before him. Ivan knew the feeling well, from his own first experience with these peppers. Your mind was turned off and you wanted sex, any kind, right then. So he knew exactly what was going on and said, "Fortin, time for some three-way fun." "All right!" Fortin grinned.
Jethro's arms wrapped around Ivan and Jethro kissed Ivan hard. Ivan felt himself being overpowered by the big man. Their couch (really some ships' mattresses sewn into a framework, but soft and comfortable) was behind Ivan and he let himself be lowered down, sending his tongue into Jethro's mouth as Fortin came up from behind to wrap his arms around Jethro's waist, fumbling for the belt and trouser fastenings. Ivan's jumpsuit was zipped down by Jethro's eager fingers, and Ivan shrugged out of it. As soon as Ivan's large shoulders were free from the suit, Jethro tugged it down, hard. His fierce attack on Ivan reminded Ivan of Al, and he decided to respond in kind, to let this strong, blond Connobaran in the Nazi uniform have his way with him. Fortin, ever-thoughtful, paused to pull Ivan's jumpsuit the rest of the way off for Ivan, sparing him from having to kick himself free, and Ivan wrapped his legs around Jethro.
Jethro was in no mood to be gentle; Ivan felt an unlubricated cock jab at his asshole and grunted in pain. But Jethro didn't pause, and Ivan felt the large cock force its way into Ivan's asshole. Ivan felt grateful for Al's peremptory sexual advances, he was able through experience to make room for this invader cock with minimal damage, though it still hurt like hell. But all he had to do was get it inside him and Jethro would stop, stand still, let his pulsating cock do the fucking.
And Jethro indeed imbedded his cock to the very base and held it there. But Ivan didn't feel the pulsations, and Jethro grunted in frustration, words unable to fight free of the red gas' effects. Ivan realized that it had shorted out Jethro's excellent muscle control. He gave the big man the idea by moving gently back and forth, and Jethro began to fuck him in the way Ivan knew so well, long slides of male potency in and out of his ass. Then Jethro grunted and Ivan saw dark-skinned hands and arms make their way around and beneath Jethro's arms to cling there. Fortin had managed to impale the blond giant in his turn and Jethro fell down to Ivan. Ivan felt the uniform's buttons press into his bare skin and Jethro's cap's brim skimmed through Ivan's hair to perch precariously between them, then to fall across Ivan's shoulder, revealing the close-cropped blond hair. The medal Jethro wore was a sharp stab of pain in Ivan's right breast and he fended it off with his hand, held onto it while Jethro hunched at his ass and Fortin grunted eagerly, invisible but for his arms, but obviously plowing Jethro's ass vigorously.
Jethro's grunts became more intense as his cock plugged Ivan's butt faster and faster, with increasing urgency and speed, until Jethro's face flushed bright red and Ivan saw through his own passion-glazed eyes that the fire of need burned within Jethro, mastering him entirely.
"Come on, Jethro, fuck me harder. Fuck me harder!" Ivan encouraged him. "Really give it to me, harder, harder!"
Jethro couldn't hear him, but it wasn't important, because he grunted louder, the last grunt caught in mid-stream, became a roar and Ivan felt red-hot juice pour into him out of the blond giant.
It was all Ivan himself needed, and his own cock, slapping Jethro's coat with every hunch Jethro made, erupted and Ivan closed his eyes, feeling his jism coat Jethro's uniform jacket liberally, to drip from there back onto Ivan's stomach and chest. A single errant stream somehow made it completely through to land on Ivan's neck and Jethro, as his orgasm released him, fell down and his chin smeared the jism across both of the exhausted men, the rasp of Jethro's beard stubble like a dance of steel wool across Ivan's shoulder and neck, the salt of Ivan's come burning Ivan's skin as the stubble opened up tiny wounds in his body.
Fortin was still plugging away at Jethro's ass and Ivan held Jethro still, prostrate across his body, while Fortin fucked Jethro harder and harder until, a few moments later, Fortin groaned, yelled, and shot his wad into Jethro's tight butt.
Fortin held himself up, his body heaving as he caught his breath, but Jethro remained still. As Fortin got to his feet, Ivan said, "Help me with this man." Jethro was now unconscious.
They pulled Jethro up and Ivan crawled out from beneath him and, with Ivan and Fortin both heaving, got Jethro face-down on the couch. Jethro's uniform jacket and shirt had been pushed up his back by Fortin and Jethro's pants were down to knee-height, balked from going further down by the black leather boots. Jethro's ass, a sweet round bubble-butt, gleaming with Fortin's jism in streamers pointing to the asshole all around his butt-cleavage (Ivan knew that Fortin shot a high-velocity load, no ass could trap all of it while Fortin plunged his sizeable black cock in and out with youthful vigor).
Ivan said, "We'll have to act fast. We need rope and Al's pistol."
Fortin sobered. "I'll get the rope." Ivan smiled as Fortin left. One reason he loved Fortin as he did was shown in this moment, the trust that didn't ask questions in time of need.
Ivan ducked into his and Al's room, found the pistol, made sure it was loaded, and hurried back. Jethro was still out on the couch, barely moving. Ivan pointed the pistol at Jethro's head. If he comes to and tries anything, anything at all, I'm going to kill him, he thought to himself. We've got to get organized before we can even figure out how to use this fact against the Connobarans. Hurry up, Fortin!
Fortin came back in and Ivan said, "Help me hold him still. We've got to tie him up tight. Then you're going to have to guard him while I get help. Can you do that, Fortin?"
"Sure, Uncle Ivan." Fortin said. Again, no questions. Save one. "You want to tie him or shall I?"
"I'll do it." Ivan said. "Take the pistol. If he moves too much, shoot him. Understand me?"
Fortin's face was very sober indeed. "I understand."
Ivan was no expert at typing ropes, but he did the best he could, tying Jethro's hands together behind his back, then a line down to his legs, binding them together. He had wanted after that to tie Jethro to the couch, but the rope wasn't long enough. Ivan settled for a couple more knots and got up. "I'm probably going to be gone for a couple of hours. You have to keep him here. I'll explain everything later, but that's what's important. This man must not get free and must not be allowed to leave. Keep him right here, understand me, Fortin. Right here, no matter what it takes. If you have to shoot, aim to kill. You'll just waste time trying for a good shot. Aim and fire. If you don't, we will all die."
"I understand." Fortin said faintly. "And I'll do it. I promise."
"Good boy." Ivan said and rumpled Fortin's tightly kinked hair, then reached for his jumpsuit. His uniform would help convince the new Marine arrivals. A fortuitous coincidence; their numbers would supplement the valley, whose population was perhaps three thousand humans and nearly five hundred Slan. Would the Slan help? "I've got to go warn the villagers. We'll need everybody's help if we're not going to end up prisoners of the Connobarans."
"Connobarans?" Fortin's first question.
Ivan realized he had to explain at least a bit to Fortin. "Where this man comes from. Where the grunkels go, it's a place called Connobar. It's full of people like Jethro here, and they plan to invade our valley very soon. I know a weapon that will stop them, our chili peppers. You saw how it affected Jethro, much harder than it affects you and me. We have to figure out how to use that fact, or else there'll be killing and death all over this valley. Now you have the basics, Fortin. I hate putting you in this position, but we're all depending on you. Keep this man here."
"I'll do it." Fortin repeated. "Go warn everybody." He held the gun at Jethro's head with a look of grim determination on his chubby face. Ivan raced for the door.
END OF CHAPTER NINE