PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 11
"The First Skirmish"
Telar looked on the scene, bemused. "This is the grave danger threatening our people?" he said, practically sneering.
"This man was my captive." Ivan said. "As I explained, I used Stepwith to get the Connobarans to send me a man to test the pods on."
"And these pepper pods are our secret weapon?" Telar said, pushing one of the broken pods with his toes. "We crush one of them and it sends the person over the deep end of sex, just like it does us? How are we supposed to avoid inhaling the fumes if a hundred of us are busily squeezing the pods?"
"I don't know." Ivan admitted. "I only just learned what the pods do. They affect the Connobarans much more strongly than us. Jethro passed out after having sex, for quite some time. We could capture and tie them up."
"Afterwards." Vincent Deladier reminded them all, and grinned. Ivan grinned back, he liked the slender, blond-haired priest, with his wry sense of humor and general sense of proportion.
"Yes, afterwards." Ivan agreed. "We crush a pod under a Connobaran's nose, he comes at us with a big, long hard one, we get fucked or suck him off, and he passes out stone-cold afterwards. So we tie him up and go on to the next one."
"And what will they be doing while we're trying to slip pods under their noses?" Colonel Slayton asked. "What sort of weapons did you see?"
"A sort of crossbow, mostly. But they have orders not to kill any of us." Ivan reminded him. "They won't hesitate to wound us, but we can all expect to survive any attack. So we should expect, I don't know, nets, I suppose. Nets, traps, ropes, and so on. This will be strictly a war of attrition with both sides building up prisoner encampments. Our best chance will be to get to the pass and block it off before they get here."
"You still haven't convinced me of the need." Telar reminded him.
"Ask one of the Angels to fly over the pass and see if any of their men are moving against us." Ivan said. "We'll need the help of the Angels to make up for our lack of numbers. If we can observe and deploy our forces better, we have a chance."
"You would ask the Masters to fly at your whim?" Telar was aghast at the very thought.
"I didn't mean it like that." Ivan hastened to say. "But they can see where we cannot. What will happen to the Angels if the Connobarans take over our valley and capture all of the Turtle-Men?" Time to argue with the man on his level. "Who will serve the Masters then? When a servant falls ill, cannot his master stoop to care for him for a short time?"
"We serve the Masters!" Telar blasted Ivan. "They do not serve us!"
This discussion could have continued in this vein for quite some time, had there not been a knock at their door. Ivan realized that it was nearly dusk, travelers in their valley would often come knocking at a farmer's door for a warm place to spend the night, and typically to find sex as well. Ivan's favorite retort was to say, "You can stay here, but you'll have to share a bed with my son." always reminding his visitor of the old farmer's daughter jokes. They usually had a new one to tell him in return, and of course, the traveler shared with Fortin.
So he was willing enough, even in this setting, to open the door and welcome the travelers inside. He opened the door, saw gray uniforms, and panicked. The Connobarans were here! Two men at the door, Ivan saw the Nazi uniforms and closed it hurriedly, braced himself against it. "The Connobarans are here!" he shouted. He held the door against their thrusts, but the sounds of boots from his kitchen and the bedroom hallway told him that they were already inside. "The pods!" he yelled. "Grab the pods!" he shouted at his guests.
The door jarred again and Ivan could only turn all his attention to protecting this one front. He leaned in and closed his eyes. How many pods had been left in the bowl Fortin had brought him earlier that day? He remembered a dozen or so of the pods. Perhaps six or seven left now. How many Connobarans were outside and inside his home? How much had they learned about him and his secret weapon? Had they listened at the open windows while Ivan tried to convince his guests?
The door hit again and this time Ivan was overborne. He skidded back and four hands reached around. If that one hand got any closer to his face, Ivan decided he would bite it, and bite hard.
There were sounds of skirmishing behind him and Ivan wanted to look, expecting a crossbow bolt in his back or shoulder. Then a flash of movement at his side and Ivan heard Pavel's voice. "P-pa, I'm here! Step back!"
Ivan saw Pavel's hand and a tiny bit of red within and stepped back. As the two Connobarans came in, Pavel crushed the pod and shoved his fist now spewing red mist at their faces.
Ivan recognized these men. They had been at Pavel's rite of passage that night that now seemed so long ago. They had been with Colin and Jose working over Grahr's cocks.
They now staggered as the mist touched them. Ivan worried that the single pod Pavel had brought wouldn't be enough, but the men looked up, blinked, and Ivan saw the glazing begin, slower than with Jethro, but just as certain. Their bodies' movements became uncertain, puzzled, confused and vague.
"Let's get these two the rest of the way inside." Ivan said. "And get this door closed." Ivan pulled at the two men and closed the door, looked around. Five Connobarans had been in on the raid. He recognized another of the three men now in the hands of his guests and family, and hoped that this was the group Colin and Jose had left behind, rather than the vanguard of a sizeable army. If they had had men at the village when Ivan spoke, then naturally they would attempt this preemptive strike. He prayed his analysis was correct.
Only five though, of the seven. That didn't bode well. Where were the other two? Ivan looked out the window near the door, saw nobody in the fading light. Were they behind or to the sides of his house? Later! "Son, I hope you've been practicing with James, because these two men are going to need our help, right now."
He looked at Pavel, who gulped and said, "Yes, P-pa."
"You'd better stick with sucking your man off." Ivan instructed. "I plan to do that with mine." Ivan reached down the body of his puzzled captive and found the hard dong above the man's crotch. Well above, this young man was hung! Ivan looked at the face, seeing mostly Middle-Eastern heritage in the dark skin, the shape of the nose, and the fiercely black eyes and eyebrows, and straight black hair. His skin was the brown of coffee as you poured it from the urn to the mug, and Ivan felt his body reacting to this man's sight. Must have gotten a sniff of the pepper's mist. Oh, well, all to the best. Make this more enjoyable!
Ivan knelt at the feet of this dark Connobaran and pushed at the front flaps of the coat. They pulled back in twin triangles of lighter cloth to reveal a prominent bulge at the gray pants. Ivan fumbled with the archaic button-fly there and managed to pull out the coffee-colored prong.
Another "Monster Tully" he had here. Easily twelve inches of honest man meat, when Ivan freed it, it swung at him like a billy club and slapped his face with a hearty "thwack!" Ivan leaned back--way back--from the man's crotch to find the cockhead, uncut, encased in thick wrinkled foreskin. He grasped the man's cock and skinned it back and the young Connobaran moaned and a globe of clear precome grew at his now-revealed cockslit. The man's hand reached for Ivan's head and Ivan let the man grab his hair and push him down onto the cock, concentrating on working up saliva and lubricating this long dong as it slid into his mouth and touched his tonsils, to squeeze past them and into his throat. And still the man pushed and Ivan kept taking it, as the cock forced him to lean forward to straighten the windpipe and permit this large invader into him further. Ivan felt his throat muscles writhe and pulse at the effort of taking this man's cock, but he persevered and was only forced to stop when his nose touched the man's pubic hair and nestled into it and the thick musk of maleness there. He missed taking the entire cock by only an inch or so.
His captive planned to leave the thick cock right where it was! Ivan remembered the Connobarans' way of making love and knew that the hand on his head would hold him in place, unable to breathe and unable to bring him satisfaction. He could die of suffocation while this man waited for Ivan to give him the pleasure he expected! He groaned in protest and mercifully, someone came to his aid, Anton of the village known as New Russia, and Mayor Thesian grabbed and pulled the man back and Ivan was able to free his throat from its manflesh invader; it slid out bearing a thick coat of grey slimy saliva all along its length. "Whew!" he said with his first good breath. He looked over to see his son Pavel bobbing away at the other Connobaran, a blond-haired Goliath of a man. Odd, now that Ivan thought about it, over a third of the Connobarans seemed to be blond-haired. Another puzzle that could wait. This blond hulk had Pavel's head in both hands, but was letting Pavel do all the work. Pavel seemed adept enough at his task, and Ivan let his mind rest of its worry; he turned back to his own captive. This long schlong would require all his expertise at sucking cock.
Ivan gave the man quick, long strokes, the coating of spit he had given it making this easy. The man writhed in his captivity between the rotund Mayor Thesian and the round-but- muscular Anton, obviously wanting to grab Ivan and force that long monster down his throat again. Sorry, fellow, Ivan thought to himself, you'll have to settle for this way of getting your jollies. He brought his tongue into play, dancing it back and forth as he slurped in and out, and that with the red mist did the trick. The man grunted, roared, and Ivan was suddenly holding a spewing fountain in his hand. Not forceful but copious, the man's load poured into his mouth and dribbled over his chin and eight-days-growth beard, clinging there all over. Ivan slurped and swallowed what he could, but as the man passed out and Ivan got to his feet, he felt sticky all over his lower face and runnulets of jism made their way down his jowls to his neck.
Ivan turned to see Pavel bobbing like a maniac, the man grunting eagerly like a big beast and Ivan watched his son as Pavel brought the man to his climax. As the man's face flushed red and his teeth bared in a grimace and his throat lined with bulging ligaments from his ear to his shoulders, Pavel dove down and held the man's cock all the way inside him and the man fucked at Pavel's throat in a frenzy and Pavel gave a gagging choke and audibly swallowed the man's come-- gurgle-gulp, gurgle-gulp, gurgle-gulp!
The man collapsed at the end of it, his still-hard cock popping out of Pavel's mouth and the man fell backwards to slam against the door and slump there, his cock shining, lying across his open fly. Pavel gasped for breath, his hand fondling his crotch, his chest heaving. This was more than out-of-breath, Ivan realized. So did Anton, and the big Russian bear of a man went over and pushed Ivan's son to his back and ministered to the youngster's need, his beard brushing Pavel's balls as he sucked Pavel's virile young prick into his mouth. Ivan smiled; he would have to get to know this man better, strong yet gentle in his actions.
"Help me tie this man up!" Mayor Thesian reminded Ivan. "And wipe your chin, you're drooling."
Ivan grinned as he fumbled at his chin, and looked around. Two of the other three Connobarans had had the pods used on them, and were now passed out; Ivan couldn't tell who had done the honors in their cases; too many candidates. The third was now soundly bound and gagged--David had brought the rope from their laundry line and had used it on the man and was now tying as the other two were dragged over. "I've got two more for you over here, David." he said. "No hurry. They'll be out for a while. Pavel and I have taken them out."
He walked over to where Colonel Slayton was at the conscious Connobaran, snarling at the man, "If I remove your gag, will you not shout?"
"Don't do it." Ivan said. "There are probably two more outside. He'll shout, all right."
"How do you know?" Colonel Slayton asked.
"Seven is what I overheard were here, and I recognize some of these as part of the group that took me back to Connobar." Ivan explained. He looked around. "Where are Al and Lukas?"
David said, "Hush! They're on a reconnoiter."
"I'm sure those other two are outside." Ivan said.
"They took some pods with them, and are slipping out through Fortin's room. They'll be all right." David said. "Trust them." Fortin's window was behind some bushes; he had complained about the morning sun shining in when very young. It was a good place to sneak out of the house without being seen.
"I will." Ivan said, wishing his own training had included such useful tasks, instead of concentrating on such tasks as high-gee ship-handling and deep-space scanner interpretation. But his training was for war in space, not in a jungle. All he had was some basic-training tactics such as swinging from ropes and rappelling down sides of high walls, and that was nearly twelve years ago.
A brief shout from outside, quickly squelched, and Ivan's fretting increased. He stayed where he was. His getting involved could only hurt their chances, and concentrated on listening for the family shout of warning. If he heard "Cooee!" even once, he was going outside and be damned with the consequences.
A longer time of silence. The one shout was all Ivan had heard. It was only one shout, he kept telling himself. But that shout had sounded like Al's voice!
Ivan was about to boil when he heard, "All clear, guys!" in Al's voice. "Can we get some help out here?"
Ivan ran out gladly and found his husband standing over an unconscious and partially- unclad Connobaran. Al was standing with pants at mid-thigh and coated in mud, and Ivan grabbed him and kissed him just as he was!
"Whoa!" Al said. "Let's get these men tied up first!"
"How many were there?" Ivan asked. Al produced rope from the barn, apparently having gotten it sometime in the course of his trip, and began tying the Connobaran's hands and feet.
"Just two." Al said. "Lukas and I made sure before we jumped them. Didn't you hear that one guy yell?"
"I sure did." Ivan said. "I thought it was you."
"Only indirectly." Al grinned. "He had a nice, tight ass! I think it was cherry."
"But he did have an orgasm?" Ivan asked. Was this man truly out from the pods, or just knocked out by a rough fuck?
"Sure." Al said. "I hit his button all right. It works for you, doesn't it?" He finished tying his man up and Ivan kissed him again. "Let's get this man inside and wait for them to wake up. We've got questions to ask."
END OF CHAPTER 11