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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 19
"Alone with the Commander"
Ivan went back to his room to unpack his new gear and rest. The raft ride back had been sheer luxury, the pleasure of lying on the raft, crowded but with room enough for everyone, they drifted for nearly two hours, reaching for their comrade when the urge struck without worrying about who. Ivan himself, after they had settled, had made it a point to touch every member of the squad, whether it was a hand on the Marine's cock, a brush with the lips, or more. He had lost track of what he had done with whom.
Captain Swenson and Tarzan were a couple now, no doubt about it. They didn't join in the games at all; Tarzan had stood at the rear of the raft, guiding it expertly past the obstacles, and Captain Swenson had been by his side. Their only sex was with each other that entire time; they didn't fight off a third member, but didn't welcome him, either. Everyone had gotten the hint.
And Private Jackson had attached himself to Ivan, no doubt about it. Whenever Ivan shifted, Kip followed, almost like an over-friendly dog. Ivan had sort of mentally shrugged, the shy Marine stirred something in him. It wasn't--defined--enough to be love, but he sort of liked having Jackson around.
Ivan slept for the rest of the afternoon, then dressed and took over his shift again, 1800 to midnight, and then went back to bed. Dressed only in his boxers, he lay on his bed, covers tossed aside in the warm night and drowsed, enjoying the luxury of living.
The door opened, and a figure entered. Ivan thought nothing of it; Swenson was with the Commander and probably had returned. "Done with the Commander, Vid?" he asked.
"Uh, I'm not the captain, sir." came Jackson's tentative answer.
"Jackson? What the hell are you doing here?" Ivan wasn't mad, just curious.
"Uh, the Captain and Colonel are still talking, sir. My bed is in the main room there, sir, and, uh, the Captain said I should take his bed and he'd sleep in mine."
"Oh." Ivan didn't care if the Captain didn't, though officer's rooms are off limits to enlisted men. Only enforce the important rules. "You can turn on a light if you want."
Jackson fumbled, and Ivan finally reached for the lamp at the side of his bed. A portable lantern with a solar- charged battery, it hadn't received much light energy during the day and burned dimly.
Jackson looked over at Ivan, obviously considering doing something, but what Ivan didn't know. He lay there, letting Jackson look at his body, which he knew looked good with his skin glistening with the barest hint of sweat, letting the young Marine look all he wanted, not saying a word.
"Uh, I'd better get ready for bed, sir."
Jackson stripped to his skivvies, the same as Ivan, and looked over again at Ivan. Ivan wondered at that look; it wasn't passion, more like he wanted to ask something but didn't dare.
"What is it, Private?" he asked as friendly as he could.
"Uh, nothing, sir." Jackson got into Swenson's bed and Ivan turned off the light.
They lay there for a time in the darkness and then came a rustling sound, and footpads, Ivan wasn't startled to hear Jackson's whisper as he knelt by Ivan's bed. "Sir?"
"Yes, Private?" he whispered back.
"Could I get in bed with you, sir?"
"Is it safe?" Ivan asked.
"Yes, sir. Colonel watches the officers, but not while one of them is around. He had me turn off the camera in here before Cap'n Swenson came in. He won't turn it on again tonight."
Ivan scooted over and let Jackson in bed with him. The bed shifted with the added weight, and Ivan was surprised at Jackson's embrace. It wasn't passion. Jackson was scared to death, shivering in fear.
"What's wrong, Kip?" he asked gently, his arms around the young private.
"I don't know, sir. It's just...everything."
Ivan sighed. "Well, tell me what it feels like. Start anywhere, get it all out."
"Sir, I'm the newest recruit here. Joined the company just before the ship took off, right after basic. Today was the closest thing to action I've ever seen."
"Well, nothing happened, did it?"
"No, sir." Jackson paused. "But it could have. If the Slan had been there, laying a trap for us, and we were all busy playing with each other's dicks. It didn't bother me then, but I just got to thinking about what could have happened."
"You can't think things like that, Private. Just take each problem the way it comes at you, and deal with it then."
"You do that, sir. You're the bravest man I've ever met. You went off with that angel, into the air, just hanging onto him."
"He's a friend." Ivan admitted.
"But he could have dropped you. Or the Slan could have seen you. Or...."
Ivan put a finger on Jackson's lips. "What do you want me to do, Kip?" he asked.
"Can I sleep here with you tonight, sir? I feel safe with you."
"Well...." Ivan hesitated.
"I always wake up before dawn. I'll get back in Swenson's bed then. Please, sir, I won't bother you. I just want to be with you tonight."
"All right." Ivan pulled the covers over both of them, and Jackson snuggled in tight, was asleep shortly after that.
Ivan lay there, feeling the warmth of Jackson's body, muscled arm across his chest, the tousled hair on one of his cheeks. This big Marine with the soul of a child.
It was very much, he decided, like having a stray dog show up on your doorstep, and try to move in with you.
Well, either you adopted the dog, or beat him away. There wasn't any third choice.
Ivan smiled, kissed Jackson's forehead, his eyes, nose, then on the lips, receiving a sleepy response and moan. "Go back to sleep, Kip." he whispered.
Kip sighed, his arm wandered down to perch his hand on Ivan's stomach, his uppermost leg crept over to lie between Ivan's, the thigh and knee nuzzling Ivan's groin. And Kip was asleep again, if, indeed, he had even been awake.
Ivan grinned wryly to himself. So I adopted a stray dog, he thought to himself. Lots of people do. And Kip did feel good lying there.
That decision let him go to sleep.
He awoke to a startled voice in his ear, groggily, he looked up, and saw David standing over them. "Jesus, Ivan, you'd better get your friend into another bed quick. The Commander will be up, soon."
Kip rolled obediently off of Ivan's arm and out of bed, padded over to Swenson's bed and got in.
"I'll come back later." David said uncomfortably. "I just had a gut feeling I'd better check on things here. See you later, Ivan."
Ivan looked at the watch, it was 4:00 a.m., he rolled over and went back to sleep, but Kip's dressing later woke him again, and fully. Ivan got to his feet and, leaving Kip going into the Commander's office, joined the chow line for breakfast.
Breakfast was quiet. There was none of the easy cameraderie of the day before. Why should there be, Ivan thought to himself. Today's the day. The mutiny begins at noon.
Someone at the door shouted "Attention!" and the room came to life. The Commander strode in, looking very military, clean, pressed and official.
He strode over to Ivan's table and said jovially, "At ease. Get back to your slops, hogs." Then he looked at Ivan. "Lieutenant, Captain Swenson says I should look at the Slan base. I'd like you to accompany me on that trip today."
"Yes, sir."
"We'd better have a grunt go with us to act as sentry. You know the men by now. Who do you recommend?"
Ivan barely hesitated. "Private Jackson, sir."
"An excellent suggestion, from the reports I've had. I'll see you at 0900 hours, Lieutenant."
And the Commander strode out.
The other men finished, and Ivan was left alone with Jablonski, something apparently he'd been waiting for, for he said, "Lieutenant, have you ever thought about how things were when our troopship first crashed here?"
"Can't say I have." Ivan said. "I imagine your experience with the mist was about the same as mine."
"I suppose. But do you know how the Commander handled it?" Ivan shrugged. "He picked the newest recruit we had, and made him into his personal orderly. The duties, with the pink mist around, were obvious."
Ivan winced. The newest recruit had been Jackson.
"The other men weren't very happy with the new orderly, especially when the Commander enforced the sex laws at the same time. Sort of blamed the new recruit. Even gave him a nickname; the Colonel's Pussyboy. C.P. for short. Or...." Jablonski hesitated.
"Kip." Ivan breathed. "Oh, my God!"
"Yes, sir." Jablonski said. "Just thought you ought to know, sir, since he's a mutual friend and all. In all this time, despite the trench and the rules, Private Jackson still acts as the Commander's orderly, with the same duties as before."
"I understand." Ivan thought hard. "Well, the damage is done. I'll try not to leave Ki--, uh Private Jackson alone with the Commander." That was impossible, of course. When they got into the jungle, Ivan tried to stay between the two, but the Colonel stopped after a time, an erection tenting out his trousers, and said with a forced-sounding friendliness. "Lieutenant, why don't you scout out the terrain ahead. The private and I will rest for a while."
Ivan seethed, but obeyed. Too much was at stake here. He stomped ahead a short ways, found a bush to hide behind, and sat down. He could hear the two clearly. Kip was sucking the Commander's cock, and the Commander wasn't being quiet about it.
"Oh, yeah, baby, you like that sweet dick, don't you, boy?"
"Hm-mm." came Kip's muffled response.
"Well, you got it all now, boy, all of it. Suck it hard and fast, suck it hard!"
Ivan reached into his trousers, felt the roaring hard- on in there, and groaned. He would have to release his own load, but how other than his hand? Stroking himself while listening to poor Kip's degradation?
He got to his feet. He just couldn't do it, not like this. If he got a case of blue-balls for his trouble, he wasn't going to do this.
He settled instead for tromping on ahead. He could at least get out of range and then see what he could manage.
He checked the time; 0930. God, they had hours to kill here in the jungle. The Commander must not arrive at the rock until noon, straight up. The angels could hover, but it was best if they weren't seen until the last second.
Ivan left the sounds of grunting behind and found instead that he was hearing sounds of wood-chopping. He smiled; some villagers were nearby. Well, he knew how to handle that.
Everything went into a pile he could retrieve later. Dressed only in boxers, which Ivan hoped would look enough like the native loincloth to make them feel at ease, he followed the chopping sounds.
Three of them, two Indian and a fair-haired white man. He walked up, stopped a few feet away. The white man....
"Heinrich?" he queried. Was it the man from the village who had told him about the angels?
The blond man turned around. "Ivan? Ja!"
And Heinrich ran to him. Ivan knew what to do this time; he ran his hand into that loincloth, and found the long Teutonic pole, and gave it a really friendly stroking. Heinrich was balked at the boxers, but soon realized his mistake and had freed Ivan's cock, and was returning the favor while his own cock reached its turgid, scimitar length.
"Good to see you again, my friend." Heinrich breathed in his ear.
"My feelings exactly, Heinrich." Ivan groaned. He looked over at the two Indians, smiling and gestured them closer. They came and Ivan used his free hand to fondle them one by one.
They were twins, Ivan realized now they were closer. Even their cocks were uncut duplicates. Clone brothers? Surely.
"Pleased to meet you." Ivan said, and they grinned, moved together so that Ivan's hand could envelop both their prongs at once.
"These are the Coomaraswamy Brothers, Chandra and Jaya." Heinrich said to him. Ivan responded by giving their cocks a quicker jerking, and they sighed, one of them (Chandra?) moving to give Ivan's cheek a kiss and the other nuzzling Ivan's neck.
"Heinrich, could I persuade you to let me stick this cock of yours in my ass? I really need it there."
"Of course, my friend." Heinrich shifted, and Ivan felt it slide in quickly, the arc of the head massaging his prostrate wonderfully rough.
Chandra (Ivan decided to name him so until he learned otherwise) knelt down to take Ivan's cock away from Heinrich, replacing it with his mouth, and Ivan half-dragged Jaya closer so he could lean over and taste that firm Indian dick.
Ivan felt surrounded by male flesh. A cock in his ass, one in his mouth, and a warm mouth on his own prong; what a great way to live. He, David and Kip would have to live nearby these people, just for the sheer recreation of it.
He refused to let his mind be distracted by the question of just how just a living arrangement would work, he had the present to consider, and it was full of cocks to work over.
Heinrich had his hands on Ivan's hips, fucking him hard and fast, and Chandra was competently giving Ivan's schlong a masterful treatment, he was able to give full attention to Jaya's cock and tried to be as good at sucking Jaya's cock as his brother was at sucking him.
They shifted, and Ivan was put on his back, Heinrich between his legs, cock still imbedded and now seemed a permament part of him, Jaya had taken his brother's place on Ivan's cock and was sucking Ivan while Ivan sucked Jaya, and Ivan wondered where Chandra was gone until a shadow between Jaya's legs appeared, to be replaced by hairy thighs and a pair of free-swinging balls. Chandra was inserting his prong into his twin's butt.
Ivan wondered at the sensation. Did a clone know more about how to please his clone-brother than another man? These two were close, that was for sure. But on this planet, that could mean nothing.
Chandra's thrusts sent Jaya's cock deep into Ivan's throat. Ivan choked, but tried to give the invader full attention, and was lost in the sensations. Surrounded, immersed, drowning in cock, he was overwhelmed and his body gave release the only cock it had control over; Ivan shot a huge wad of long-deprived come into Jaya's milking lips. Heinrich was caught by the ripples of contractions from Ivan's butt during orgasm, and jismed quickly after. Jaya's thrusts into Ivan's mouth were speeded up by Chandra's plunges into his butt, and Ivan, still gasping for breath from his orgasm, found his mouth blocked with sticky cream, and had to find strength to swallow before he could breathe again.
And his nostrils were blocked, as well! Chandra's load was dribbling down onto him, onto his eyes, blinding him, and onto his nose, suffocating him. Ivan breathed when and as he could, his nostrils filled with the burn of salty jism, and he nearly lost consciousness from oxygen deprivation.
It all descended into a morass of kissing and stroking, lapping by Heinrich at Ivan's face, cleaning him off, and the two brothers lay to the side, engrossed in each other, and Ivan was left with Heinrich, Heinrich's limp cock still in his ass, but lying there more as an invited friend and comrade.
"You are such a good lover, Ivan." Heinrich assured him.
"You're pretty good yourself, Heinrich." As quickly as he could without being rude, Ivan lifted Heinrich aside and got up, wiping at his face, looking for a polite way to blow his nose free of the jism it had pulled in. "I'd better get back to my friends."
"Why aren't you with them?" Heinrich asked.
Ivan sighed. "It's a long story. I will tell it to you, but not this moment. I will be in the village before too many more days (he hoped!) and we can meet there perhaps and I will tell you everything."
"That is good." Heinrich said. "I must get back to work cutting wood for our fire. Children need lots of milk, and I must warm the milk."
"Milk? You have cows here?"
"We have an animal we call a cow. You have to milk it, and it works the same."
"How is your son?" Ivan asked. He shouldn't tarry, but he was fascinated.
"Very well." Heinrich grinned. "He is growing bigger every day."
"I have to learn about the Temple you mentioned." Ivan said. "But later, I must hurry."
"But of course. Next time, my friend." Heinrich waved, and Ivan left quickly.
How long had he been gone? My God, leaving Kip all alone with that man? That crazy man?
Was the Commander so crazy? Ivan wasn't sure; all he had to go on was the opinions of his friends, and the evidence of his eyes. The Commander needed to be neutralized before he got them all killed. Was this mutiny such a bad thing? It would all be for the best.
He dressed again and hurried back to where he had left the Commander and Kip. They were dressed and advancing to meet him, and together, they went off to the rock.
Ivan checked his watch. 1030 hours. Still too soon!
He whispered to Kip the plan, and Kip nodded. It was easy enough to send them off in a circle around the rock, and have to cast their way back. They arrived at the rock at (Ivan looked at his watch in relief--1158 hours) noontime, and Ivan took command of the situation, climbed the rock and looked around. First the Slan base, then carefully for his friends. Wings approaching him.
He got down. "It's that way, Commander." he said, gesturing for the Commander to climb the rock.
"All right. Give me your gun and I'll climb up there."
"My gun? Why?"
The Commander smiled. "You never know what might try to get you from there."
Ivan had to make a quick decision. "All right, sir. But I thought we would guard you."
"No matter." The Commander climbed the rock and said, "Yes, there they are. Angels diving at me. My informant was right."
"Informant?"
"Yes, the reason I disarmed you. Private Jackson, put this man under arrest for mutiny. And when we get back, we'll have more perverts in the stockade. I'll take out his friends with the wings." And the Commander raised his gun at the approaching angels.
Constalasers are weapons of war, a machine gun taken one step further. It fires a lasered light beam of effectively unlimited range, no allowance needed for wind or other conditions, the killing power only limited by distance, the toughness of the object, and how long a trained man can keep a beam on the person. Put a Marine on a single spot, unable to move except a few feet in any direction, and give him a single constalaser and a supply of power packs. Given enough time, everything between him and the horizon would be burned to ash, trees, bushes, animals, people, even the hills with enough power, burned away. It isn't a fussy weapon, and it takes a real expert to do anything more than point it and kill.
So now, you can understand the extreme agility of what happened next. Kip raised his constalaser, pointed it at the Commander, and before Ivan could say a word or move, he had burned a small spot on the Commander's hand. Not damaged any more than a burn wound, the Commander yelped, dropped the gun, which bounced down the other side of the rock into the bushes, and the Commander turned around.
"Stay right where you are, sir." Jackson said. "We're not going to hurt you, but we need you to go away for a while."
The Commander goggled. "Kip? You? You're part of this?"
"Yes, sir." Kip said with a grim voice from clenched teeth.
"But Kip, why? Did I ever treat you wrong? I love you, son. I chose you."
"I never wanted to be the Colonel's pussyboy. And my name's Andrew."
The Commander stood up straight, perhaps to jump down on the two men, but there was a flash of wings, and he was gone.
Kip (Andrew) looked over at Ivan. "I don't want anybody calling me that anymore, sir. You'll tell the men?"
"I certainly will...Andrew." Ivan smiled.
Andrew's eyes filled with tears, and Ivan held out his hands. As Andrew rushed into his arms, the sobs began.
"It's all over, Andrew." Ivan soothed. "It's all over, now."
They had to return with the news of their success.
END OF CHAPTER 19
TO BE CONTINUED