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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 14
"A Simple Plan"
A simple plan is what we need." Captain Swenson said while pulling his clothing together. "I have an idea on that, but I need to know one thing; how much can you depend on the help of this angel?"
Ivan thought about it. "Quite a bit, I think. He won't risk his life, but he would help."
"And this Tarzan fellow?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I think I know how to gain his trust, enough for him to carry a message to your angel friend." Captain Swenson turned to David. "Lieutenant Martin, if you would be so kind as to go to the work site and bring us that person, we'll be right here."
David saluted and left, not without a puzzled look. "Now, Lieutenant Paskov, here's my plan. Hey, all you guys, quick fucking around and get over here."
Men busy with sex usually don't just drop what they're doing, even Marines, so it wasn't quite prompt obedience, but in less than a minute, Ivan and Vidkun were surrounded by the men. Ivan counted almost twenty, and was astounded. "Is there this much dissatisfaction?" He whispered to Captain Swenson.
"More. We have as many others on their regular jobs or working the site, making sure no one gets carried away and kills any of the natives. Marines obey their officers, but no one wants to die needlessly. My trick is to accomplish one without damaging the other too much."
"We'll arrange for our Commander to make a little trip with an angel. He'll be kidnapped by them, and as your substitute commanding officer, I'll order a rescue party to attempt rescue."
Ivan thought about the sheer mountain where the angel village was. "They'll never make it there."
"I hope not. I only want to keep them busy long enough to arrange for a test firing of the ship. One which will destroy it, preferably by sinking it in deep waters." Captain Swenson turned his clear eyes on Ivan. "Then the Commander can return, but after I have granted discharges for any who wish to accept it and removed the native work force. That ought to satisfy everyone, including our Commander when he is returned. Only one man will have to desert. Me. Because if you think I'm going to stick around this place after what I will have to do and be surrounded by the men who'll stay behind, you're crazy."
"Cap'n Vid." one of the men said, and it was obvious from his tone that Captain Swenson was their favorite officer and a friend. "When can we stop talking and start fucking again? I'm hornier'n a three-balled tomcat."
"Around here, that's nothing special." Vid retorted.
This got more laughter than it deserved and in the general noise, David brought up Tarzan. Tarzan was still wearing his loincloth, that bare strip of cloth that made no effort to hide the huge erection that jutted almost angrily in front of him.
"Hello, Tarzan." Captain Swenson ventured, but Tarzan didn't look up. "Don't worry, man, you're among friends."
"Maybe you should greet him like the natives do." One man offered.
Ivan whispered quickly to Vid, "No! Offer to wrestle him."
Vid looked startled, then said, "All right, if that will gain his trust."
And Vid walked over and said, "Tarzan, do you want to wrestle?"
Tarzan looked up at Vid, then seeing Ivan, met his eyes and gave a small smile. Ivan tried to smile back. "You'd better take your clothes off, Captain, if you want to wrestle."
"All of them." Tarzan said, turning to Vid. "Tarzan like to wrestle."
Captain Swenson unbuttoned his shirt. "I don't understand why he wants to wrestle."
"You will when you hear the stakes involved." Ivan said, trying not to laugh.
"Which are?"
"I win, I get your hole." Tarzan said.
"My hole?" Vid asked, puzzled.
David's cheeks dimpled in a supressed smile as he understood. "The one I just got through using." he chipped in.
"Oh!" Vid said, his face brightening. "Why the hell didn't you say so?" And Vid began tugging his clothes off violently. "And if I win?"
"You get his." Ivan said.
"No chance of that." David whispered to Ivan. "This is one fight I'd bet on."
Ivan understood. David had always avoided games of chance, saying he'd never gamble unless he knew who the winner would be. "Who's going to win, then?" He whispered to David.
"Tarzan. After Vid got a look at that pig-sticker Tarzan's packing. He loves it."
"Hm." Ivan DID gamble. "Is money involved?"
"No. Just for on-duty time or sex or other favors. We could gamble with each other, but this bet I don't think either of us would take."
"Sex?" They had time to talk. Vid was having trouble getting his boots off, mostly because he had tugged his pants and boxers down first. The other men were busy making bets with each other, those advocating the honor of the Marines versus those who knew their Captain too well.
"The reason the Commander wants to flood this rift. Some of the mist gets past it no matter how deep it is. These Marines aren't as horny as the natives, maybe, but the mist gets to them just the same.
"Oh." Vid was now free of his boots, and the clothing would be off in a second. "Should I offer to referee?"
"Is Tarzan going to be too rough on Vid?"
Ivan remembered the way they'd made love. "No."
"Then let's enjoy the fight instead." David led Ivan a step back to the rock where the three of them had had sex, and they perched atop it.
Vid and Tarzan squared off in the rough ring formed by the men and the boulders around them. There was no shout of "Go!" or anything else, Tarzan bolted in and grabbed Vid around his ribs sheathed in muscle, Vid reciprocated by grabbing Tarzan around his arms as well and they squeezed as hard as they could.
Then Tarzan hunched and lifted and Vid was off his feet, and Tarzan dropped him again. Vid's knees buckled, but he kept his footing, and Tarzan did it again. This time, Tarzan held him up longer, and when he slammed Vid down, Vid's feet went out from under him and they fell to the rough earthern floor.
"Come on, Vid!" one man pleaded. "Think of the honor of the Marines!"
"Yeah, come on, Vid!" another one yelled. There were other voices, but these two came out clear over the hubbub.
Vid did try, or seemed to, but Tarzan hadn't let go of his grip, and all of Vid's flailing at Tarzan's back was ineffectual, there was nothing to grab onto without unfair fighting. If he had been battling a clothed opponent, there would have been something to hold onto, but Vid could only pound at Tarzan's back.
Then Vid grabbed Tarzan by the hair, yanked back. Tarzan's head went with the hair, and his clenched teeth shone as his skin was pulled back hard. But he didn't let go.
Vid lifted his legs on either side of Tarzan and the men hooted, since it looked very much like Vid was offering himself. But Vid rammed his heels into the earth and bucked upwards, and Tarzan's tight grip was broken. Vid tried to get atop Tarzan without getting to his feet, but Tarzan rolled and dived and Vid was down again, this time pinned by his wrists and Tarzan's legs around his stomach. Vid bucked and writhed, and tried to get his legs up into play to wrench Tarzan loose, but it was no good. After a time, the cries of the men told both of them that the fight was over, and Tarzan had won.
Tarzan remained seated on Vid, letting go of the wrists, and hawked spit onto his palm, rubbed it on his cock still iron hard despite the wrestle. Vid received a canister and dipped into it, to use the contents to slather Tarzan's penis. It was some kind of translucent grease.
There was a new kind of excitement in the air, and none of the gathered men moved away. If the fight had been public, then so would be the reward. Ivan looked around to see men rubbing their groins, rubbing at each other's groins, and felt David's hand reach for his crotch, and he sighed, moved back to lay his head on David's shoulders.
Tarzan lifted Vid's legs and writhed between them, lifted them high. Vid reached for Tarzan's nipples and, one in each thumb-and-forefinger, pinched them hard.
Ivan reached for David's fly and unzipped it quickly. The mist still surrounded them, coloring the men with pinkish glows. All around them, men prepared to beat themselves or each other while watching the fuck.
Ivan could not see clearly when Tarzan rammed into Vid and Vid groaned, rose with the thrust and wrapped his legs around Tarzan's waist. The angle was wrong for a good show of the two men. But all around him a circle jerk was starting as men reached for men, and David was fumbling in Ivan's trousers, hunting for his love meat while Ivan's hand found David's hard cock and freed it from the olive-green cloth.
David ground his cheek into Ivan's hair and they flogged each other. Ivan looked around, seeing cock after cock in another man's hand, being squeezed or manipulated or pounded or fondled, the many styles of getting another man off.
No one now used his hand for his own cock, it was always his neighbor's, his comrade's, his friend's while his neighbor/comrade/friend returned the favor. Ivan saw three men apart a ways from his neighbors. The one in the middle was a tall, thin black man and his neighbors appeared to be twin white men, and he had one of their cocks in each hand while they together pounded a pud that had to be a foot long.
Ivan felt his hand pushed away from David's cock and another, rough hand took it over, and a voice whispered in his ear on the other side, "Come on, please, sirs. Let's close the circle."
Ivan looked around to see that it had become a true circle now, each man with his hand flogging his neighbor's cock and he and David acquiesced, got down from their perch, and the circle closed in around the pair.
Ivan now was within a step or two of Vid's outstretched arm, and could see the sweat glisten on Vid's stretched-taut nipples, the soft face lost in passion, the twinkle in his eyes of pleasure. Tarzan was beating Vid's cock in time to his thrusts, his teeth were clenched as tightly as when Vid had pulled his hair, but now grunts escaped from between them, as Tarzan was obviously approaching orgasm.
A man in the circle stepped forward, bending the circle inwards, until he was next to the pair, and with a series of groans, shot his load over Vid's body to glisten there with the sweat and exertion.
Another man stepped up behind Tarzan and his wad flew onto Tarzan's back and across his neck, one striking the jet-black hair. As they recovered, they stepped back, to allow the circle to bend again, and again, as each man came, he stepped up to add it as a benediction over their captain and his rough lover.
Vid grimaced, bucked, thrashed, and his come jetted into the air to join in the increasing fray. Ivan was jostled on every side and the circle broke as men crowded around to add their loads to the accumulation.
He and David were alone now as the men moved in front of them, and he gratefully grasped David's cock again, David took his and they together pounded themselves hard.
"No, don't come!" David gasped. "Slow down on me, please!"
They teased each other while the rest of the men finished and moved away, laughing and talking. As they cleared the area, Ivan saw Tarzan collapsed across Captain Swenson, chest heaving.
"Now." breathed David in his ear and speeded up his assault on Ivan's cock. Ivan understood now, and, the last of the watching group, they moved up to spray their wads over Tarzan and Vid. Ivan felt David's cock grow white-hot in his flailing hand, and saw the sperm splatter Vid on his already-splattered face. Tarzan's back was streaked with come, glowing pink in this light and the mist, the men were covered in come, bathed in it, slathered in it...
Ivan choked, exploded and his come sprayed in a wild flood onto Tarzan to dribble off onto Vid, the last spray hit only Vid below Tarzan's rippled stomach, to glue itself there.
Ivan milked David dry with his hand, squeezing out every last drop of the love-juice, and when they had caught their breath at last, David released Ivan, knelt down, and began to slurp at the banquet of sperm before them.
Ivan grinned, knelt down to taste the potpourri of Marine jism on Tarzan's back, and together their tongues scooped off some and smeared the rest until it turned into a kiss-fest, Ivan to Tarzan, David to Vid, David to Tarzan and Vid to hold them together, a foursome of spent love.
"That was terrific." Vid said, and made to get up.
Tarzan pushed him back down, roughly. "No. Tarzan want more."
And Tarzan raised up to spoon sperm from his body and Vid's, using the come to smear his re-erect penis, and he inserted it into Vid's ravaged body once again.
"Looks like I'll be busy for a while." Vid said to Ivan, gasped as Tarzan hunched into him the rest of the way.
"We'll go on back to our quarters." David assured him. "We've finished our planning. You'll tell Tarzan when he's finished with you?"
"Sure. I'll...tell...him...after...oh!" Vid choked out.
"Don't forget anything." David chided him and chuckled, took Ivan around the waist and led him back to the ramp and back to the Marine camp.
"What do you think?" he asked Ivan as they reached the ramp and moved up, a grimy but satiated pair. "Will Tarzan help our plan?"
"I don't see why not. He seems to have found a friend here."
"Yeah. It seems like a simple enough plan."
Ivan sobered. "Yes. But plans aren't victories. I hope it goes well."
It would be bad if it didn't.
END OF CHAPTER 14
TO BE CONTINUED