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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 16
"Damned Lucky"
Ivan's mind was a blur after that. He had vague memories of being picked up and moved in various locations, a prick in his elbow as a doctor in a white smock drew blood while someone probed in his anus, answering questions though he could no longer remember either the questions or his answers, and then blackness, when he was again aware of himself, it was daylight, and he was in prison in a small room barely five feet by seven feet, lying on a small mat.
He went over the events of the night before and moaned again. How could he have done such a thing, even with some kind of pod shoved under his nose? Was there a monster inside, begging to get out? Or was it revenge at his treatment at McElby's twisted hands?
Ivan looked up as the door opened, and David and Captain Swenson entered, a third Marine behind them he recognized as the man who had given him the rather insultingly familiar examination after the arrest. Neither were smiling at all.
"I am in charge of the investigation for the prosecution." Captain Swenson said without a trace of kindness. Indeed, he seemed almost hostile. "Second Lieutenant Martin will represent you during the court- martial." He introduced the third Marine; Ivan saw now he bore major's oakleaves on his shoulders and the caduceus on his collar; he was a medical officer. "This is Major Thesian. We all wish to ask you some more questions."
"I understand."
"What we want now, both of us, is your version of events. Tell us in your own words what happened."
Ivan told them as much as he remembered. When it came time for his own actions, he gulped, stuttered, but told it all in every detail.
After he was done, Major Thesian said, "How many of the pods did Lieutenant McElby use on you?"
"Two, I think." Ivan grimaced. "One when I refused him, the second when I began to resist again."
"And you used two on him?"
"Yes."
"Was it possible you used more than two of them?"
Ivan thought of the feel under his hands. "No. I definitely only used one at a time. I'm sure of that."
"Did you know that the floor and bed bore the husks of six of these pods?" Major Thesian lifted up an odd shaped plant, triangular fruit on a ring of leaves, rather like an elongated strawberry. But it pulsed, glowed with a purplish light.
"Is that what they were?" Ivan looked up, curious, almost forgetting his plight. "What are they?"
"On Earth, this would have been a simple jalapeno pepper. Here on Desire, it's a deadly drug bearing soporific and aphrodisiac powers."
Ivan got sidetracked. "Desire? Is that what this planet is named?" Captain Swenson nodded and Ivan smirked. "Appropriate."
"We haven't time for that. Are you aware of the penalty for engaging in sexual intercourse on military property?"
"Yes, sir, I am." Ivan said.
"Very well. Our investigation will continue. Do you wish to confer with counsel?"
Ivan cocked his head at David, received a small shake of the head. "Not right now."
"We will keep you informed of our investigation." Dr. Thesian stayed only long enough to draw another blood sample from Ivan, and they left.
Ivan stayed there for quite some time, then came a rattle of the lock, and the door was flung wide. "You may go, sir." came the respectful voice.
Ivan was timid as he looked out into the hall. There, waiting, this time with smiles, were Captain Swenson and David. Major Thesian waited behind.
"What now?" he asked.
"You have the damnedest luck." Captain Swenson complained. "Fools and children, and you're no child."
"It's all right?" Ivan couldn't believe that himself.
"You should have been stripped of command and kicked out of the Corps. Instead, you're in and McElby is out."
"Out? What happened?"
David led them down the hall and into an interview room. "We'd best catch you up on events. First off, there was the medical examination. McElby's story didn't match the facts."
"You engaged in anal intercourse with each other, which you admitted and he denied. His sperm was identified in the rectal exam." Major Thesian explained. "Then the blood samples showed the drug in both your bodies. McElby claimed that you used all six of the pods on him."
"What happened to the other two?" Ivan asked.
"That was one thing that saved you. Judging from the drug levels in your system, McElby used them on you two at a time, in two doses. Fully enough to render you unconscious. You must have a strong natural resistance to the drug. As it was, an unwilling dosage of narcotics is at least partial grounds for erratic behavior."
"Also, Ivan, there was the way you arrived." David smiled. "Stark naked, with no opportunity to leave the post. Where would you have gotten the pods?"
"Finally there was Private Jackson." Captain Swenson finished.
"Who's Private Jackson?"
"The last man McElby used the pods on. He was able to give us grounds to search McElby's possessions, and we found a good-sized box full of them. Final determination of the Colonel, you are cleared of all charges due to a forced narcotic influence. McElby was dismissed from the service and relegated to the civilian work detail. He'll begin as soon as Major Thesian releases him from the hospital."
"That will be a few days. You really damaged him, you know."
"That makes two of us." Ivan frowned. "That bastard, he kept coming back. Again and again, every time he could find me alone, he was right there, waving his cock at me."
"You never told me." David said, concerned.
Ivan shrugged. "I didn't want to get you into trouble. That was the second time. First time, I was attached to that plant. McElby wasn't the only Marine to use my body that day. And the third, you know about."
"Oh, Ivan." David lifted his arms, would have taken Ivan in them had there not been the witnesses. Ivan smiled to say that he knew, and David jammed his hands firmly into his pockets.
"Will you be ready to resume normal work duties tonight, Lieutenant Paskov?" Captain Swenson asked.
"Yes, sir." Ivan said.
"Good. We are shorthanded. Be ready in four hours."
"Yes, sir." Ivan remembered the plan. If it was still valid. "Sir, permission to leave the post tomorrow? I saw lights last night before finishing my shift and would like to investigate in person."
"Permission granted." Captain Swenson said. Behind the other two, he gave Ivan a quick nod and wink. The plan was still on. "On condition I be permitted to scout with you. Been a while since I had a good reason to get off this base and crawl through the brush."
"I could use a back-up." Ivan acknowledged. He looked at David. "Or even two."
"You've got it."
"Colonel wants me to take over McElby's shift." Major Thesian complained. "I'm a medical man, not an administrator. If we lose all of you on this skulk, we'll be hurt damned badly."
"I'll tell the men to go easy on you." Captain Swenson said. "But we'll give you an easy shift to begin with. Say, nine o'clock in the morning to mid-afternoon? Slowest time we have on this base."
"All right. Just don't dawdle out there."
"We won't." Ivan said. "That rock can't be more than an hour's walk. We should be back in plenty of time."
"In that jungle? You'll spend hours fucking your brains out." Major Thesian groused. "I'll be lucky if you're back in six days, much less six hours. Try not to stick anything too big up your asses while you're gone. I'm running low on the proper sutures." And he left.
Ivan looked at Captain Swenson, who gave a wry smile. "Major Thesian seems to be tired of treating the men for fucking too much out there."
"I can see how that would be his most pressing problem." Ivan acknowledged.
"We'll make our plans tonight, if the Slan are still there."
"Are they?" Ivan asked. "Are they Slan?"
"We presume so." Captain Swenson said. "That's why I want to go along."
They were playacting for a camera which might not exist.
"Confirm their existence." Ivan said. "Then invite the Colonel for a second look and then we'll make our plans."
"I agree, Lieutenant. Well, you'll want to go shower and change your clothes. Be ready for your duties at 1800 hours."
"Yes, sir." Ivan's heart was singing as he cleansed himself and dressed in crisp, new clothes. McElby was no longer a problem, and the plan was still on track. He went to do his shift almost singing.
His song stopped as he looked at the prisoners shuffle along. This was not the sort of thing any military organization should be involved in. Marines should do the digging if digging were to be done. He wanted to tell the prisoners of the plans to free them, but knew the risk was too great. For now, he must cooperate in their enslavement, so that all might be free.
He noticed a few being led to the area known as the Cantina and noticed, as well, that the prisoners were happy at this. Some sex, then, went on under the Commander's nose. The rest probably made do with furtive acts under the covers, with each other or other Marines.
Night fell, and he hovered at the edge of the Cantina, looking down but unable to see anything, only hearing the sounds of passion. He stroked his cock in its brand-new fatigues, the shush of cotton boxers vibrated through him, and he sighed. After his shift, maybe he and David could...but David was too uncomfortable with that, there were too many people around (he remembered David pushing away his hands the night before, and without the pink mist there had been no need to insist).
That was his problem! He was too close to the pink mist, here at the edge of the Cantina. It was getting to him. That was all.
He went back to the guard house, now very quiet, took a seat in the chair behind the desk, checked the time. Three more hours before David arrived. Where was David, anyway? Resting, probably. Maybe David would sneak away to their room in the wee hours of the morning. Ivan felt himself asleep in his bed, the hands crawling under his covers to gently wake and rouse him at the same time, turning to see David's face...
Damn it all! Too much pink mist! Damn, he was horny. He decided to hit the Cantina after his shift, if David wasn't willing to take the risk.
"Uh, begging the Lieutenant's pardon?" came a soft voice.
Ivan started to stand, but his cock was too hard, and it was only a couple of privates standing there. "Yes?" He settled for asking.
"Uh, Privates Jackson and Jablonski, sir."
"Come in, come in." Ivan said heartily. Get his mind off his erection, that would make it go down. He looked at the two men entering. Jablonski he had seen briefly the day before, dark brown hair, thin-faced, but very friendly and open in his features. Quite handsome.
Jackson..."Are you the one I have to thank for my freedom, Private?"
"Uh, yes, sir." the man looked down, giving Ivan a look at his close-cropped hair and scalp. Jackson was a shy acting sort of guy, with brown hair and eyes, and a face that was rounded but quite good looking. Both the men had the typical Marine build, muscular without being body- builders, solid rather than svelte, the sort of man who could storm a beachhead or tramp forty miles without getting tired.
"Actually, sir." Private Jackson said, "That's sort of why we're here."
"Is it? Well, I certainly want to shake your hand and thank you. If you hadn't spoken up, it'd be me on the work detail, not McElby."
"Yes, sir." Private Jackson looked over at Jablonski. They were obviously good friends. Easy enough to figure out why; with their names they would have been alphabetized into close contact, assigned to the same rooms, given adjacent bunks, put on the same work details, even standing at attention side by side.
"Go ahead. Ask him." Jablonski smiled. He smiled at Ivan, as well.
"Well, sir, what we were talking about, wondering, that is, well, sir...."
"Go ahead, Private." Ivan smiled in his turn. He owed this guy a favor, which is obviously what he wanted.
"Well, we understand that you, uh, that you, well, that you fucked Lieutenant McElby."
"Yes." Ivan said.
"Well, sir, you don't know Lieutenant McElby's reputation among his men, sir, though you might guess from what happened, but, well, we all knew that he was a real tight-ass in more ways than one. I mean, sir, on this world, before we dug that trench, we was all real horny, and after all, under such circumstances, a Marine should help out his buddy, there not being any women available at all, and, well, McElby was always the one who held out. Some of us would try, when he'd fuck us, to fuck him ourselves, and he always pushed us away."
"In other words, sir, you popped the most famous cherry in our unit." Jablonski grinned. "Sort of gave you a reputation, seeing how you laid McElby up. Word kind of spread from the orderlies that he was plugged but good."
"All right." Ivan was feeling better about that rape, given the circumstances, but he didn't want to prolong the memory. "I can see how I could get a reputation that way. Now what's the favor you two are obviously wanting of me?"
"Well, sir." Jackson said.
"Go on, Private." Ivan ordered. "Spit it out."
"We'd like to see it, sir, if you don't mind." Jackson blurted.
"See it?"
"See the schlong that popped McElby's cherry." Jablonski said, no longer smiling. Instead, he, they both, looked...sort of hungry.
"If you would please, sir. We don't have to touch it or nothing, and we don't want to get you into trouble, but, well, we got a bet going. On how big it is, and so on."
"You want...to see my...dick?" Ivan said slowly.
"Yes, sir. And if you could, maybe we could get a look at it, well, when it's, uh...."
"Ready?" Ivan suggested.
"Yes, sir." Jackson blushed bright beet-red. Jablonski looked at his shoes.
Ivan sighed. "I suppose we could arrange a showing under safer circumstances."
"You're worried about the Commander, sir?" Jackson said, serious.
"Wouldn't you be, in my shoes?"
"Yes, sir. He does watch all of us, sir. But not tonight, sir. He's at his regular poker game with Captain Swenson, Major Thesian and Lieutenant Martin. His cameras are on, sir, but I'm the one supposed to be watching them. I switched the recording off, sir, long enough for us to come here. I'm his personal orderly. He won't be able to see us."
Ivan realized he was risking the plan yet again. But he was horny, and he believed these young men. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with a quick look." He said, and stood up, unzipped his trousers. His cock was rock-hard again, and he yanked it out to stand rigid and red in front of the goggle-eyed privates.
"Jesus Christ." Jablonski breathed.
"Holy Moses." Jackson said. "It's a real monster, sir. You made McElby take that?"
Ivan smiled. Such unadultered worship of his cock, it stroked his ego and gave him a lot of pleasure. "Yes, I did."
"Wow." Jablonski said almost prayerfully.
"Sir?" Jackson said, a word like a sigh.
"Yes, Private?"
"Could I, you know, could I...touch it?"
"If you want to." Ivan said. "Get on your knees and get over here, get yourself a nice, close look, Private."
Both of the Marines darted around each side of the desk, went down on their knees in front of Ivan. Jackson reached up to tentatively, bashfully take it in his hands. He wrapped his fingers around it and gave the foreskin a push, revealing the pulsating head, and pulled on it, and a clear bead of precome swelled out of the slit.
Jackson moaned and reached out his tongue, a pink triangle to lap at the bead, and when he brought his head back, a string like a clear strand of spider-web connected his tongue with Ivan's cock, bowed downwards, and a bubble of saliva stretched it down to snap and fall against the private's olive-green shirt.
Jackson rolled his tongue in his mouth, tasting the salty offering, and went back for more, this time to take all of Ivan's cockhead, and Ivan sighed, reached down and grabbed Jackson's head, feeling the prickles of the freshly- cut fuzz of hair, guided his cock into the willing mouth to the very base, a mouth that welcomed his cock with copious flows of saliva that greased it and let it continue on its journey.
Jackson held the cock there in his throat as if wanting it to remain there for eternity, finally reluctantly allowed the cock to escape and, as he did, Jablonski dived forward to taste the barrel of the shaft with his lips, running them back and forth along the length. And Jackson took it again, down to the base, and Jablonski scooted into a sitting position to rest on one hand and come at Ivan from below, to taste Ivan's balls while Jackson continued to love the manmeat with competent thrusts.
Ivan knew the danger here, and didn't dare prolong this experience, wonderful as it was. He let his passions go where they would without hindrance, and was soon on the verge.
"Private. I'm about to shoot it, Private." he gasped.
Jackson and Jablonski had planned this, for they shifted to sit side by side and with their lips on either side of Ivan's cock, ran them back and forth, jerking the foreskin with their coordinated slides, and Ivan gasped, jerked, spasmed, his cock fell from their lips and into one of Jackson's waiting hands, and a single jerk from him and Ivan shot his load.
It flew in a mad rush, a spray that had no cohesion but instead was flying in all directions at each spurt. Ivan's load coated the faces and shirts of the two privates, fell onto their cocks (when had they taken them out?) in their flailing hands, falling like rain and spotting them where it landed.
Jackson and Jablonski had this in common, a love of the come-shot, for as Ivan's load hit them, their own orgasms took over and Ivan saw with the haze of his desire that they both shot their wads into the air, to fall back on themselves where the load didn't manage to gain altitude, those missiles made it onto Ivan's pants legs and splattered his shined-black boots with seeds of milky white Marine come.
Ivan sat back in his chair, exhausted, and Jackson and Jablonski quickly took on their task of cleaning with their suctioning mouths Ivan's cock squeaky clean of the remnants of his jism, then when they saw their comrade's face bearing splashes of Ivan's come, reached for it and kissed each other clean.
Jackson stood up, looked at himself. "Guess I'd better put these in the wash tonight, sir. Wouldn't do to have the Commander see me with stains on my clothing."
Ivan grinned. "I guess not."
Each of the men pushed his cock back into his clothing and zipped himself; the privates were obviously a bit embarrassed at themselves. Ivan felt it, himself.
"Well, we'd like to thank you, sir, for settling our bet. And for the other, too, that was right nice of you to let us do that."
"Any time, Private." Ivan remembered Jackson's cock, a nice hunk of Marine sausage. "I hope to return the favor some day."
"You could take us on your little expedition tomorrow, sir?" Jablonski chipped in.
Ivan looked at the two men. So that was what this was all about! "You know about it?"
"Commander was discussing it with the Captain when they left for their game." Jackson admitted. "We'd like to go. Not much reason for a good Marine to leave this place, unless you tagged along with McElby and his group, and I never liked what they'd do on those excursions. Not what a proper Marine should get involved in. So we'd appreciate the chance to get into that jungle again. We liked that pink mist before the rift cut us off from it, and would kind of like an excuse to wade back into it. Cantina's nice, but not much else to do. I joined the Marines to see new places, not hide from them."
Jackson obviously had decided Ivan was a friend, and was now talkative instead of shy. He thought about the privates' request. He didn't know who was in on the plot, but knew who did. That made his decision for him.
"Well, ask the Captain. It's okay with me if it's okay with him. We don't expect too much excitement, though, I warn you. Just a quick reconnoiter and return."
"That'd be fine." Jablonski said. "We'll see what the Captain thinks of sending an entire squad. Of the right men, of course. Be more fun, that way."
Ivan had to agree. He'd like to see more of these two Marines.
First, though, he had to speak to David. Find out if they had something, or not.
END OF CHAPTER 16
TO BE CONTINUED (OF COURSE!)