PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 24
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
"Does Blond and Blond Make Black?"
Ivan listened as the refrain sounded again. "Okay, citizens, take up your position. This Facilitator is disobedient, so be prepared for anything. You only get one chance."
Ivan shuddered as Lance's hand stroked him again. Lance had apparently trained for this somewhat, he was awkward but not uncomprehending. Ivan closed his eyes as the two men knelt down in front of him, laid their egg at his knees in the depression meant for it. His cock ached from the orgasms and still he was stroked. This would continue throughout the day, again and again without respite. This planet altered a man's body, let him endure more sexually than he ever had before, but this would strain even his altered body to its very limit.
"He's getting a little tired, citizens." Lance said to the new couple. "Maybe you'd better go slower for a while. Give him a chance. I know this one, he's a nice guy willing to give you a child if he can."
"I want to give all Connobarans children. But without the Facilitators." Ivan said.
"What do you mean?" Lance asked as he stroked Ivan harder and Ivan groaned with the pain-pleasure of the gray-clad soldier's hand on his cock. Made up for the mediocre fuck Merrick was giving him.
"He's crazy!" scoffed Merrick as he hunched at Ivan's ass. "All Facilitators go crazy after a while, Lance. Don't listen to him."
"If you won't let me speak to the Council, I can't be responsible for the tragedy of tonight." Ivan said.
"See? He speaks in riddles."
"No riddles. Truth." Ivan said. "If we don't make peace today, then by tomorrow, there will be sorrow throughout Connobar." He was speaking in riddles, to entice the Connobarans, and Lance in particular, into listening to him. But if he said bluntly that he had arranged a raid on the northern valley, then his own men would suffer.
"What is it, Ivan?" Lance hissed in his ear.
"We have the power now to destroy each other." Ivan said. "But why don't we work together instead of against each other? Our people are willing to help Connobarans have children, we just don't want to do it as slaves. Would you want to be here? Would you want your child strung up here?"
"No." Lance admitted.
"Then ask the Council to speak with me." Ivan said. "I have the authority to speak for my valley. It's why I came back. To speak with your Council, as an equal, to work out a way we can live together. That's diplomacy."
"I don't know." Lance said doubtfully.
"Hey, keep stroking that cock." one of the Connobaran couples said. Ivan looked down to see another young couple, one of them showing definite African ancestry, the other a rather typical blond-haired Connobaran. Both of them were heavily muscled, enough so that Ivan was sure they were weightlifters. Both were stroking their cocks in the Connobaran fashion (their hands were pulsing rather than pumping), but slowly and without speed. Ivan knew his own orgasm was some time in the future, and so that was for the best. He swayed with the fucking Merrick was giving him, but it was as if it were happening to someone else. Even when Merrick began to groan in his ear, Ivan felt no stirring of passion or desire, even when the hot jism filled his ass and dribbled out to splatter on the floor, Ivan felt nothing, no interest.
"Okay, Lance, your turn on his butt." Merrick said. "Damn dull fuck, if you ask me. I don't see why I couldn't have fucked him our own way."
"You were supposed to be turning him on." Lance said sharply. "Not his fault if you failed."
"I suppose you could do better?" Merrick demanded. "This I got to see." he stepped aside, pulling his Nazi uniform together.
"Go ahead." Ivan said. "I do want to give these men a child. I do feel for you Connobarans, having to wait for your child, and then to take such a risk to make one. If all of my people will assist, you could have children whenever you wanted. That's what I want, as well."
"Then why do your people fight us?" Lance asked as he stepped behind, to fish his cock out of his uniform and accept the ministration of the lubricant from Lothar, who apparently was in charge of this group.
"Because no one wants to be slaves." Ivan said.
Lance gently inserted his cock into Ivan's ass. Lance had some finesse to his movements and Ivan knew and liked Lance, he sighed as the long cock slid into him and found the button inside.
"Oh, like that." Ivan sighed. "Then why do you help your Council imprison us? When there is no need? Call back your forces from our valley, and come to us as friends and we will help you make all the children you want. We only want the choice. Is that so hard to understand?"
"I understand." Lance said. "Is this what you want to offer the Council?" He began to slowly fuck Ivan's ravaged butt, and Ivan moaned softly as the long Aryan prong caressed his prostate. Lance's cock was arced just enough to press down firmly! Heaven!
"Yes." Ivan gasped. "Would you carry a message to them for me. Tell them to speak with me, today, please."
"I'll think about it. I'm not as friendly with the Council as I used to be. A little matter of an unauthorized child, you may remember." Lance began to fuck Ivan's ass harder and Ivan groaned with a rising need once again. Another Guardsman, this one downy-cheeked and youthful, still a lad even by this planet's standards, he stepped up and took Ivan's thick meat in his hands like it was a living creature he wasn't sure he trusted not to bite him. Ivan smiled at the young man and said, "Just stroke it like you saw your comrades do it."
"I know what to do." the young man said.
"Then in a few minutes, these men will have a son, and I will have another son." Ivan said.
"What do you mean?" the young man asked.
"He's trying to distract you, Boris." Lothar chided him. "Stroke his pud for him harder. More citizens are waiting. And fuck that butt, Lance. Fraternization with the enemy can wait until after they're conquered."
"Yes, sir." Boris said and pounded Ivan's pud with a renewed energy. Lance speeded up his own fuck and Ivan sighed with the combination of feelings. His cock ached, but he could manage it once again.
"I mean." he gasped. "That the Facilitator, does more than, just open the egg, for the Connobaran, couple."
"Eh?" Lothar asked.
"We tested a, captured egg, my husband and I. Just the two of us. We started a child, just the two of us. So any child, I help you create, is actually half mine. Look at, your citizens, all of them, blond-haired, like the First, First Facilitators. Oh!" Ivan groaned. "Haven't you, ever noticed, that sometimes, your children, don't look very much, like you?"
He had struck home, he realized. Even as his passion built, the Connobarans were slowing down. Boris had dropped Ivan's cock with a startled gasp. Lance was holding still.
Ivan gasped with his need frustrated. "Look at young Boris." Ivan said. "There is an, entire village, of my people who have that color skin, hair, eyes. One of his fathers was a man from that village. Lance, you were brought into existence by a Facilitator with blond hair and eyes, yes?"
"Yes." Lance said, troubled. "My fathers told me about it. You're saying that my fathers weren't...and my son isn't...."
"He is your son." Ivan said quickly. "But he will also be mine. When he is born, look at him and see my genes. Half of mine, and half of yours and Ernst's. If four Connobarans could get together, shoot at the same time, they might not need Facilitators at all. Has that ever been tried?"
"I don't know." Lance said.
"Silence, Facilitator." Lothar said quickly and struck Ivan harshly across the cheek. "Lance, Boris, return to your duties at once. And I'll hear no more nonsense from this Facilitator. He can facilitate the eggs without a tongue, you know."
Boris returned to stroking Ivan's cock, his youthful face troubled and he regarded Ivan's prong as if it were a dangerous bomb which might explode in his hand. Lance began to fuck Ivan's ass again and Ivan looked at Lothar, decided to keep quiet. Lance did fuck his ass so very well, and there was this couple waiting for a child. He closed his eyes and concentrated on enjoying this. He had done as well as he could. Men were questioning themselves around him.
Boris pounded Ivan's pud fiercely and Ivan groaned, began to sway in time to Lance's jabs into his ass. "I think he's getting ready." he opined.
"Not quite yet." Ivan gasped. "But soon. Soon! Keep it up! Harder, boy, harder!"
"Yes, sir!" Boris said. Ivan looked down at the youthful figure in the Nazi uniform working his dick. Such a handsome lad, almost pretty rather than handsome. His dark hair was carefully combed into an arcing wave across his forehead, his swarthy skin was clear of blemish, yet his entire body radiated youth and the potential of that age, when nothing has been decided and all options are still open.
Boris stroked Ivan and looked up, said suddenly. "Both my fathers had blond hair."
"Boris!" Lothar snapped.
"They did!" Boris said. "Why is my hair black? Does blond and blond make black?"
"Black is dominant." Ivan said. "My people learned that long ago. Blond hair is always a recessive trait. You have to have both your parents be blond-haired to have it.
"But both my parents were blond-haired."
"Boris!" Lothar said.
Boris pounded Ivan's cock again and Ivan, relieved to see that his words had struck home somewhere, even in this young Guardsman, began to pant immediately. "Oh, oh, oh! Get ready, citizens!" he gasped. "Oh, oh, oh!"
Lance began to fuck him even harder and Ivan heard Lance's breath hissing in his ear. "I...believe...you...Ivan." he groaned out and then his groans became louder and Ivan felt his hot spray splashing his bowels.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan groaned. "Here it comes!" he warned the young couple. "Now-ow- ow-ow! Urrr-UGH!"
Ivan shot his wad onto the egg, a very diminished flow, only Boris' pulling hand tugged Ivan's body forward enough to let it contact the egg.
The sparkle began. Ivan heard the softly muttered words from the couple and wondered anew what they were. Seemed to be a standard practice! And then they shot their wads to join Ivan's on the egg.
Lothar was watching carefully the egg, and Ivan dared whisper to Lance. "Can you get a message to the Council for me? Please? It's so very important I speak with them today."
"I'll try. Later." Lance said softly. "For now, you must concentrate on your duties as a Facilitator."
"Agreed." Ivan said, as he gasped in pain. Lance was cleaning his cock for him and it hurt like hell. Boris' turn to fuck his ass, he supposed. He looked over at the line of Connobarans, seeing Merrick at the end of the line, watching him, smirking. Waiting for his next chance to fuck Ivan.
Ivan let it go with Lance's promise, even when Lance joined the end of the line rather than leave. He would get a break and could try it then. If not, then the burning fumes of the Connobarans' egg-plant would convince Lance to talk. Ivan felt Boris' slender young cock enter his ass like a timid guest, and he groaned at the never-ending use of his body.
Throughout the day, it continued. Ivan found his cock only got so sore and no further. If the Connobaran on stroke duty kept Ivan's foreskin firmly in hand so that none of the hand contacted Ivan's glans, Ivan was all right. But still, the come-loads were smaller and smaller and his body became less reliable. To Ivan's dismay, the eighth couple in line missed their chance. Ivan had begun to groan and one of them took it for the orgasm and shot his load, but Ivan wasn't close enough, his orgasm, which had built, suddenly faded away again, and though Ivan tried hard to recapture his orgasm--it felt as if his body had just begun sex, rather than having indulged for hours--the egg, which sparkled at the Connobaran's load and was joined by his mate's, died before Ivan could make his wad join theirs inside. The egg turned a blotchy color, white and brown.
"I'm so sorry." he said to the couple, as they gathered up the failed egg. The young man who had shot too soon was openly crying, and his husband held the egg in one arm and his lover in the other and they walked out, to grieve together and wait for their next chance.
"See what your escape did, Facilitator." Lothar said harshly. "You've begun to misfire. That happens during a punishment phase. It will happen more and more throughout the day. But you don't get to stop!" He raised his voice. "Okay, next couple! "Okay, citizens, take up your position. This Facilitator is disobedient, so be prepared for anything. You only get one chance." Another pair of eager faces.
At mid-day the shift of Guardsmen were changed and Ivan began to hope. Throughout the afternoon, as he continued to spurt his wad again and again (thankfully, only the one time was a true misfire, he managed to anticipate and warn of the false orgasm which precedes the real one in an overworked organ enough that he could spare the rest of the couples). He had lost count of the times he had shot, but it was well over twenty that morning, and the Guardsmen of the afternoon shift were halfway through their second round. Thirty-five in all? Make it forty or more! And this afternoon Guard were unknown to Ivan and he didn't try to speak with them. Just a round of hands on his cocks and cocks in his ass, both wielded by gray-uniformed Connobaran soldiers. Again and again he heard the refrain. He was a disobedient Facilitator, so be prepared.
He waited for the Council to summon him, but the afternoon wore on and nothing happened. Ivan waited and shot his load and waited and shot his load. And still nothing.
At long, long last, the day was over and Ivan was released from his shackles. He walked exhaustedly with the captives and they took him to his room. He was grateful to find his clothing in there and reached for the communicator unit.
It was vibrating! He pressed the button and heard the message left. From Colonel Slayton. "Ivan, we'll be striking tonight. Hope you've had luck with the Council, but if not, look for three flares in the north. We'll draw their attention before we set the fires. And we have a good supply of the seeds so we can slash and burn their crop. It'll be a beautiful blaze, I can promise you that. Hope you can convince them not to do it."
Ivan pressed his transmit button. Colonel Slayton answered quickly. "Ivan!"
"I'm here."
"Where are you? We were worried about you."
"Captured by the Connobarans. But I have managed to tell several people that I came to speak to the Council. And made vague prophecies of doom for tonight. Set them up as well as I could."
"That's good."
"Any further news?"
"All of it bad." Colonel Slayton said.
"Let me hear it." Ivan said. Nothing good from today in his book, except that the Facilitators had all gotten away. All but him. His poor cock! It ached and he had five more days if the Council didn't listen!
"The Slan ship attacked the Temple. A straight bombing run. We blasted their ship out of the sky with our starboard batteries after the pass, but two missiles made it into the Temple. Several people died in the blasts. And the Tree burned. We tried to save it, but it went up completely."
"And so it begins." Ivan said. "How many casualties?"
"We don't know." Colonel Slayton said. "The Temple was a refugee point. A lot. But your son is safe, Ivan. I checked on that when I'd heard he went there."
"Thank you." Ivan said. Pavel was safe, though he had seen what Ivan had hoped to spare him, the dead and fragmented bodies of human beings. This war had become bloody. And how many Slan had been on the ship? Put it aside, grieve later. "What about Marine?"
"Still holding out." Colonel Slayton said. "But they took a lot of snakes yesterday. A new breed, this one attaches and doesn't let go no matter how long it milks you."
"Always a new weapon in war." Ivan said. "What about our own attacks?
"More raids as before. An entire wagon of eggs bound through the pass were smashed by the Zeta Squad. Six fertilized ones were returned to their owners with polite gestures. More rapes on both sides, I guess the Connobarans feel that they should get to retaliate. The Angels are doing wonderfully as messengers and couriers. The Connobarans seem to be terrified of them. We managed a raid which freed some of the Turtle Men. But the Connobarans pretty much control the entire valley now. Every man in the valley is either a prisoner or in hiding, except for those in Marine. It's the last stronghold. That man-made island was a wonderful idea."
"Didn't seem so at the time we built it." Ivan said. "But the news is not as bad as I feared. The Tree is gone but we know how to make children with the eggs. So save those seeds carefully. The Connobarans don't get all of them back. Send half of them into safekeeping somewhere."
"Will do. Watch the northern sky in about another hour and you'll see the flares."
"I'll try to draw a crowd for you." Ivan said. "And don't bother trying to contact me during the day. I'll call you again this time tomorrow night. Do things as you see fit. Good work, Colonel."
"Thank you, sir. Slayton out."
Ivan looked out his window. Now how did he manage to draw a crowd in a city that literally closed up at night?
AUTHORS NOTE: I'LL BE CONCLUDING THIS STORY WITH CHAPTER 26.