NOTE: This and all preceding and subsequent chapters are copyright 1993 by Milford Ray Slabaugh. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to post this story to other BBS'es, provided it bears this language. Permission to post to Star*Chat denied.
PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 11
"Wild Man"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you have any trouble recognizing the guy Ivan's about to meet, I feel sorry for you. I need this guy, folks, and chose to copy complete rather make a pale imitation. See my note at the end.
Angen sat Ivan down on a rock only a few feet tall, and Ivan was able to jump from there to the ground. His ass still ached with Angen's fucking. He seemed to be turning into everyone's sextoy, he thought to himself, and determined the next one would be HIS sextoy.
Angen perched where he was, folded his wings. His cock glistened with his sperm, and Ivan reached up to fondle the loving cock, wipe the sperm off and lick it from his fingers. He had a friend here in Angen, perhaps even a valuable friend.
"Angen." Ivan said, while still licking his fingers. An impudent gesture, but damned, angel sperm tasted good! Almost sweet, like candy. Or maybe he was adjusting to this new life of his.
"Yes, my friend?"
"Where should I look from here?" Ivan frowned. "Can you give me directions?"
"Depends on where you wish to search next. The encampment of your people with the uniforms is beyond that next ridge, on a peninsula near the ocean. They have been digging a huge trench for many weeks now. We don't understand the purpose. Your friend may have joined them, since they are of your people. Or perhaps he has gone to the temple, if he met up with a pilgrim journeying there. The temple is in that direction only a few of your units, a, uh, mile?"
"A few miles. The military encampment is further?"
"From here, yes. Nearer the village where we took you from."
"Then those should be my next targets. Thank you, Angen."
"Fare well, my friend." Angen took to the air with mighty flaps of his wings and was gone in a few minutes, a black speck in the sky.
Ivan sighed and took off tramping.
The jungle was insidious. Oddly shaped plants that all seemed to be inviting him to make love to them, whether it was a stubby plant shaped like a penis to another full of vagina-shaped openings. Which was his preference? The jungle offered them all.
And the pink mist. Wisps of it were everywhere, seeping from every plant. Ivan found he had some control now, rather than the mindless lust of before, now it was more like he WANTED to make love as much as he could. But where, and how.
"Grunkel?" came a sound from in front of him. Ivan grinned. Perfect! He remembered the friendly grunkels, and hoped it was the same as had befriended him before.
He followed the voice, and found the grunkel. Ivan saw it was milking sap from one of the penis-shaped plants. That's why it grabbed him that other time! It thought Ivan had a sap-producing plant on his groin!
The grunkel capered when he called to it, and gave little eager like sounds. Ivan got a hard-on just listening to it. "Come on, fellow, a nice ripe melon for you to suck dry."
"Grunkel!" the grunkel shouted for joy and danced up to him, tail swishing happily. Ivan lifted his cock up for the grunkel to slide its snout over.
But the grunkel started, ran away. Ivan looked despairingly at the grunkel's rear and realized he'd be alone for this orgasm.
"Hahahahahahaha!" came a robust laugh from above him.
"Who's there?" Ivan said. "Damnit, show yourself."
He wasn't prepared for what happened next. A man came swinging down on a vine and landed next to him. He wore only a brief tatter of cloth at his groin, and was barefoot. (But Ivan grinned wryly inside, he wore less than that himself.) Long black hair was clean but uncombed, and a light fuzz showed that the only reason he wasn't beard was that he wasn't old enough yet. Nineteen, Ivan guessed.
Living here among the trees had made him lightly tanned, but not nearly so dark as Ivan himself. His chest was as hairless as his chin, and only a scraggle of pubic hair wandered down from his navel. But the body was well- muscled, and Ivan decided to be friendly.
"Hello, there." he said, smiled.
"Hahahahaha." came the rough laughter. "Man chase snout beast with hard one?"
Ivan grinned. "Something like that. I'd rather have a better place to put it, though."
"You wrestle with me?" The man flexed his muscles.
"Not unless I have to." Ivan admitted, stepping back a little.
"You wrestle me. I win, I get your hole. You win, you get mine." And the man crouched like a professional wrestler.
Ivan was just horny enough to find that challenge worth taking. "Deal." he said. He had learned how to wrestle adult Slan; he could deal with this man as well.
It was a tough match, Ivan found some minutes later. The man in his bare feet had a better purchase on the ground that Ivan. But Ivan had training where the man was self- taught. Ivan realized that the man was trying brute force and nothing else, and seized the opportunity. He relaxed, and the man sprawled forward, Ivan pivoted and the man went flying over his shoulder.
Ivan raced over. He would win this match. He was tired of being other men's playthings! Tired of it! His resolve gave him speed and strength, and he was atop the man.
Ivan found the wrestling, the slick feel of sweat and the faint musk of his body had given him a powerful erection. He pinned the man's arms and said, "Do you give up?"
"No." And the man squirmed, but Ivan had him by the wrists, and didn't allow him to get the leverage any man needs to use his muscles. Properly pinned, the strongest man in the world is helpless, and Ivan had him properly pinned.
"Do you give up?" Ivan asked again when the man lay still at last.
"Yes." The man said.
"Okay, then." Ivan let go, watched carefully, but the man remained quiet. Ivan reached for that loincloth and the knot at one side, tugged at it. "What's your name?" he asked.
"No have name." the man said. "People like you who meet me call me Tarzan. I not know who Tarzan is."
"Tarzan, eh? Well, it suits you." It did, indeed! A wild fair-skinned man in the jungle, even of an alien world, would quickly earn that name. "Well, Tarzan, have you ever lost a fight like this before?"
Tarzan grinned a quick grin. "Sometimes. Sometimes I want to lose. This time, you fought well. I want to lose."
"You let me win?" Ivan stopped with his hands on Tarzan's ankles, one in each hand as he slid onto his knees on the jungle floor.
Tarzan squirmed and Ivan found those tree-trunk legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "Not let you. If you not strong, I no lose to you. But you strong. I can fight and still want to lose."
"I see." Ivan said. "Well, Tarzan, it's time for me to claim my prize." He spat on his hands and tried to use it to lube up his cock. But he was panting from the wrestle, and found little spit available on his tongue. He hawked, tried again.
Tarzan saw his problem, and said, "Here." He grabbed one of the penis-shaped plants around them, and gripped it around its "shaft" and squeezed up and down quickly, and was rewarded by a small stream of whitish fluid. Several milks of the plant got Tarzan a respectable handful, and Tarzan reached down and used the fluid to grease Ivan's cock. "Now try." he said, again wrapping his legs around Ivan.
Ivan leaned forward and aimed carefully. He didn't want to hurt his new friend. Slowly, he wormed his cock into Tarzan's butt, until his balls were nestled among the light fuzz between Tarzan's asscheeks.
"Good!" Tarzan grunted, and with a pliable wriggle managed to fuck himself a few light strokes while Ivan squirmed downwards to rest his elbows on either side of Tarzan. Ivan's lips found Tarzan's, and they kissed while Ivan started fucking that sweet butt.
It was so tight! Tarzan hadn't lost many fights, from the feel of the tight anus Ivan was plugging. Ivan took it gently, until Tarzan's muscles had adjusted to him, and Ivan could reach down to grasp Tarzan's butt cheeks in each hand and lift him up onto his shoulders, to send his cock into the tight ass of his untamed man.
Tarzan pounded his schlong (Ivan noted how long and thick it was, and felt a brief envy, if he had lost that monster would not be embedded in his butt; he found he wanted it there.) in time to Ivan's strokes, and soon, with a grunt, rolled them over until Ivan was flat on his back, and Tarzan was astraddle him, riding his cock hard and fast.
Tarzan let out with an animal yell of triumph, and Ivan lost all doubt of Tarzan's claim to his name, that was the ape call of Tarzan beyond question. But the Tarzan of the films used it to call others, this Tarzan was using it as the embodiment of his lust, for as Tarzan finished his yell, his sperm arced out to hit Ivan square in the face.
Load after load made that trip, until Ivan felt himself drowning in Tarzan's come. How long had it been since this animal-man had last had an orgasm? Days? On this planet? Or was it teenaged lust that sent the copious flood so strong and sure.
Tarzan's butt muscles were pulsating around Ivan's cock and despite orgasm Tarzan's thrusts atop Ivan hadn't stopped for an instant, indeed, Tarzan had coaxed more speed out of his lust-ravaged body. The combination of those sensations and the hot salty tang of sperm on his face gave Ivan his needed impetus, he came with a roar of his own and loaded Tarzan's bowels full of his come. It felt as though Ivan matched Tarzan's flow, but since it all went inside Tarzan's body, Ivan could only tell himself that he wasn't as old as all that, after all!
Tarzan lay atop Ivan, Ivan's cock still firmly caught in his buttocks. Ivan started to move, but Tarzan grunted and stopped him. They lay together for a time like this, and Ivan nearly went to sleep in this warm embrace, but a shout went up around him, a net was flung over the merged pair, and Ivan flung off Tarzan's body to try to fight the net.
And a small egg landed near them, full of gas. A stun grenade! On this planet? How?
Ivan fell into unconsciousness before he could find an answer.
An uncounted time passed, before Ivan felt a warm, wet cloth brush his face, removing dirt and sweat. The doctor has gotten me again, he thought to himself, and opened his eyes to greet the kind man.
He gasped and sat upright. "My God, you!"
"Hello, Ivan." David said.
"I've found you!" Ivan exclaimed.
"No, we found you." David said, and gestured to his left.
Ivan turned to see his rescuers/captors, and realized that he was surrounded by Space Marines.
And among them were the ones who had raped him before.
With that, he fainted.
THE END OF CHAPTER 11
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The problem with these stories is that they are "rough drafts". I write them and then upload them at once. This gives me no time to rethink my stories the way I do professional submissions. I needed a "wild man" for my story, anything from Tarzan to Grizzly Adams, and first I created the mad doctor you met at the end of Chapter 2 and saw up close in Chapter 6. Trouble is, after I went through all this, I found the character could NOT do what I had planned for him to do, he was unworkable. In a regular professional submission, no problem, you rewrite.
Here I can only add a new character, which I have done. Since the character I need resembles Tarzan enough so as to make no difference, I chose this time to leave him basically untouched, though usually I carefully avoid any hint of plagiarism. Since this is a "freebie", I am taking this liberty and hope no one takes it ill. Besides, I always thought Tarzan was a product of the repressed gay men of the Victorian era; it's about time he took it up the butt like a real man of today!