PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 8
"One Thing the Connobarans Aren't Telling You..."
Ivan found a primal rage building in him at the sight of Stepwith, who had dragged him with David bodily to this planet and now, that he was building a new life, had consigned him and his sons to slavery. What chance did his family have against an alien who could reach out over light-years of space and crush them like toys? Yet to blithely accept their fate was just as impossible. That was the source of the rage--anger combined with despair.
"You may speak with Stepwith if you like." The Councilman said. He sat down and gestured to one of the young men standing to one side. Ivan had thought they were pages, but this young man scooted over to slide under the table and--Ivan couldn't see but was sure of what was happening--began to give the Councilman a blowjob. Well, on this world, how else would you manage a long council meeting?
Ivan looked behind him briefly to see that most of the audience had their hands busy, either on themselves or on their neighbor. Lance and Alden were pumping each other and Ivan felt his own cock stir at the sight of the strong young men he had lately had sex with. Perhaps now that Lance had his son, he would be willing to have sex for its own sake?
The very act of his erection in this place and time angered him further and he turned to Stepwith. Three deep breaths were the ritual taught him at the academy, to calm him down and let him think rationally. He must argue now, not fight.
"You and I have met before." he said to Stepwith. "And I thought that, in your own way, you were our friend. But you have placed my people in an impossible position. With these overwhelming numbers and the way that they will--that they must--treat us when they take over our valley, guarantees that we must fight, and fight to kill. Many of these young men you have taken under your protection will die at our hands. Yet you said that you brought us here to teach us how not to fight. If you don't wish us to butcher these Connobarans, tell me how else we can deal with these Connobarans on an equal basis, to fight them off until we can work out a way to let us live in peace. If you care one iota for the human mice you are keeping in the cage just over the mountains, show me another way besides the slaughter!"
Without touching a single control, the room darkened. It was as though nothing existed outside a tunnel between Ivan and the alien and the square of glass overhead. In that glass, a single image shown. Ivan goggled at it, he recognized that plant and its fruit. The pods that glowed with an inner light, this planet's descendent of jalapeno peppers. He still used them in his cooking for such, being careful not to inhale their fumes with their powerful properties.
Then the lights rose again and a murmur of disappointment rose from the people. Obviously this was how Stepwith communicated with the Connobarans. He must not show up here very often, judging from the heavy crowds, and they had been waiting for his images. Yet the very first image had been denied them.
"I don't understand, but I won't press you further." Ivan said. "Will you command this Council to send one of their men back with me to learn how to use this" he remembered that he was surrounded by his future enemy "item on the Connobarans?"
Another image appeared, this time without the darkening. Ivan recognized it only as a scene taken from an old Earth television source. Evidently Stepwith had more than radio broadcasts to play with; he used radio on Ivan's people, but the television with its visions on the Connobarans. More sign of favoritism.
A blast of sound and movements, some sort of advertisement. Over again the words spoken were, "Yes. Say yes. Yes. Say yes!" sung in male voices while a beautiful woman smiled. Then the woman herself spoke. "Yes."
Ivan closed his eyes briefly. He hadn't seen a woman's face in over ten years, and this beautiful woman moved him more than he cared to contemplate, given that he could never, never possess her or any of her millions of sisters, ever again.
"Clear enough." Ivan said. "I will promise the Council and the people here that the person who comes with me will not be harmed so much as we have that power, and after the battle has been joined and the secret cannot help us any longer, he will be allowed to return. I assume that this item you showed me will not cause any permanent harm to the Connobarans."
Another image. A brief one, showing only some bottle of tablets, medicine of some kind. "Use only as directed." came the voice-over.
"Okay." Ivan said. "We'll be as careful as we can. I already have a pretty good idea of how to use it." He couldn't help but grin. This Stepwith, for all his vaunted abilities and presumed superiority, was a pervert. He was setting up the biggest orgy in human history, that's what he was doing. Ivan just hoped that it ended with his family safe and free, and the Connobarans confined to their valley once again. "Just one final question, and it's one just of curiosity. How did the Connobarans pick this particular uniform for their army?"
To his surprise, the Connobarans cheered him happily. A rather long scene ensued on the screen, followed avidly by the entire audience. He watched it, bemused. It was some sort of early German propaganda film, and was filled with the then-unbeaten German Army marching through the countryside, their men shown at their barracks, in their everyday life, firing at targets, all quite serene and sort of inspiring. No hint of the ulterior agenda in this film. Ivan felt better, he had feared that the Connobarans had been taught deliberately by Stepwith to be Nazis. This was a mere attraction to the uniform.
When it was done, Stepwith stepped down and left, and a broad applause greeted either him or Ivan, Ivan wasn't sure. As he made his way back to the front row where Lance and Alden were seated, he was the very center of attention, and Lance and Alden slapped him on the back heartily. "We haven't seen that film in over ten years." Lance said. "It's a favorite of our people and one of the first Stepwith showed us. Plenty of people have tried to persuade him to show it to us again but he always refused. You're a hero, Ivan!"
The Councilman, obviously refreshed--the page was walking away wiping at his lips and tucking his own cock back into his pants--rose and motioned for silence. "Save your applause for our next order of business. I have just been given wonderful news. Two of the facilitators from the next valley have been captured here in Connobar, probably in an attempt to rescue this facilitator here with us today. They have been added to the facilitators on the staff, and our supply is back to six again. Anyone given a Class B ticket should report to the Facilitator Building immediately for reassignment of your breeding privileges. Let that be announced through the streets." he said, and one of the pages left, presumably to do so.
Ivan was stricken. Obviously Vid and Kyle, in an attempt to locate him, had been caught and were now, even as he was being released to freedom, being forced into repeated masturbation for the people of Connobar.
"We have with us the hero who was instrumental in their capture, and we have called him to immediately give him our highest honor."
It was blond-haired Jethro who stepped forward. The Councilman went on and on, but it was clear that Jethro had realized that Vid and Tarzan would attempt a rescue, and had gone with friends to lay in wait in the pass, with its inadequate cover. As Vid and Tarzan attempted to sneak in, they had been grabbed by the waiting Connobaran guardsmen.
Ivan sat down in despair once again. He couldn't attempt a rescue now, he had to get his information back to his people. He watched as the Councilman pinned a rather garish medal on Jethro's chest. Ivan was between Lance and Alden, and when Lance's hand reached for his crotch, Ivan slapped it away.
"Ouch!" Lance said. "It's going to be a long meeting here, and we can't leave until it's over. What's your problem?"
"Your two facilitators are my friends, and were captured trying to rescue me."
"They were men in a raid on our country, and have been captured. By rights we should execute them for violating our borders. As it is, we have a use for them." Lance said righteously.
Ivan changed tactics. "Do you owe me a favor, Lance? For giving you a son?"
Lance sobered. "Not a favor exactly, but I don't mind doing something in return." he said. "What did you have in mind? You already have your freedom."
"Get word to Kyle and Vid. Tell them that I won't rest until they are freed."
"All right." Lance said. "As long as you don't try to get me to kill Jethro for capturing them or something. He was a soldier doing his job."
"True." Ivan said. "But tell the Councilman that Jethro is the only man I will accept to accompany me back to my valley."
Alden chuckled. "He made your friends prisoners, so you will imprison him?"
"I personally guarantee his safety." Ivan said. "Of course, we will have to experiment on him a little bit. I'd say that was proper payback for his treachery in luring me and my friends here."
"I'll do it." Lance said, and got up to slip over to where the pages stood. One of their jobs was obviously that of official messenger, for the man immediately left without consulting with the Council. Two more stepped forward to slide under the Council's table for their other duties. Only four of them left now.
Alden said, "If you are refusing to have sex for the next couple of hours, could you trade seats with me so I can share with Lance?"
Ivan thought about it, smiled, and reached for Alden's cock. When Lance returned, they had their cocks out and were flogging each other in regular human-style. Lance made a wry face. "Getting into the facilitator's way of getting off, Alden?" he said while sitting down in his seat. Ivan reached for him immediately.
"It has its advantages." Alden said. "I could get used to it if I had to."
Ivan got Lance's cock free and gave him a hard pounding, and Lance groaned. "I see what you mean! After this battle, or whatever it will be since there won't be any killing on either side, is over, I may just start a farm there."
"If we get through this without becoming your slaves." Ivan said. "You and your husband and son will be welcome."
A groan behind him, and Ivan found arcs of jism flying over his right shoulder. Someone behind him had reached orgasm. Ivan laughed and, forgetting his troubles for a time, closed his eyes and enjoyed where he was, in the middle of two handsome guardsmen, both their cocks in his hands and one of theirs on him.
He felt someone stirring near him and opened his eyes. One of the pages had come up to him and kneeling at his feet. Alden released his cock and the page promptly slurped Ivan down.
Ivan closed his eyes and groaned. This young kid--he couldn't have been older than Pavel, barely adult--was good! He sucked Ivan's cock properly, no mere massage, but a proper up-and-down hard sucking. Ivan pounded the two cocks in his possession and felt them heating up. They were all approaching orgasm, and Lance shot his wad all over Ivan's hand and arm, and all over his uniform.
As Ivan felt his climax build, he was surprised when the page changed to masturbating him, but figured the kid had gotten tired. As he shot his wad, he found to his surprise that a small sack of some sort had been placed over his cock and, opening and looking as well as he could while his body was wracked with passion, saw the page carefully capturing his sperm in what appeared to be some sort of gourd. When Ivan was done, the page immediately got up and ran away, moving in haste.
"What happened?" Ivan asked Lance as he continued to flail Alden's cock. Alden was close, too close to attempt to speak with.
Lance was still pretty out of it, eyes closed, he murmured. "You're a facilitator. Taking it to the Facilitator's building. If a couple can manage to shoot quickly, they'll get a child out of this."
Alden's wad shot into the air, hitting the railing and a page standing there, still goggling at the sight, probably in violation of their rules. Ivan laughed as the page made a grimace and walked away, wiping at himself. So even here and now, Ivan's sperm wasn't safe. "They could have asked me." he said. "I wouldn't have minded."
"You should." the man behind him said quietly in Ivan's ear.
He was still beside Ivan and Ivan whispered back, "Why?"
"When the Council's over, I'll meet you outside the front door." the man said. "You must hear this if you are returning to your own valley."
Ivan looked around and, for the first time, saw gray hairs. "Who are you?"
The man smiled, a pleasantly wrinkled face. "I'll tell you everything outside."
Jethro probably had expected a long leave and a chance to play the swaggering hero around his family; instead, he had been volunteered to go with Ivan. He was grumbling but present at Ivan's side when the Council meeting finally ended an hour later. They walked out and the white-haired man was there, motioning him over.
"I'll be right back." Ivan said.
"Hurry up." grumped Jethro. "Or I may just change my mind about volunteering."
Ivan scurried over and the man pulled him down close to him. "Your people can't kill these Connobarans. No matter what happens."
"Why not?" Ivan said.
"Because they're your children." the man said. "I am Brad Forrest, and I'm a First Facilitator." He whispered this, looking fearfully around. It was a secret, then. "One of the two men who crashed in this valley many years ago. One thing the Connobarans aren't telling you is that the children they have aren't entirely theirs. They may not know it, but Conrad and I--he was my shipmate--tried it one day. He and I got hold of an egg and both shot on it, and it made a child. Half his, half mine."
"I don't understand." Ivan said. "It takes two of them."
"Exactly." the man said. "Their sperm is different from ours. Instead of carrying one- half the information to make a child, it only carries one-fourth. So if you have made any children for these people, its your child as well."
Ivan remembered Collin, and how much Collin resembled him. Like looking in a mirror. My God, he thought, the grunkel that sucked me off when I first got here. It must have carried my sperm over here and Collin's fathers were the Connobarans who drew that grunkel. Then he thought of Collin and Jose's son, definitely his even if Collin's features were only a coincidence, and Lance and Ernst's son, and the packet of his sperm even now being used to make yet another Connobaran child. Even Pavel's son--his grandson--was probably even now in an egg, being nourished until the day it would hatch out. "Oh, dear Lord!" he said, the enormity of it hitting him. "I wondered about how all these men looked so young and healthy."
"All children of soldiers and spacemen." the man agreed. "Good stock. So remember that before you pull out your laserguns and start blasting away at them, no matter how bad things get."
"I'll remember." Ivan said. Much sobered, he rejoined Jethro and the two started out on their long trek back to Ivan's home and family.
END OF CHAPTER 8
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't recognize the "weapon" Ivan was shown? Re-read "Planet of Desire", Chapters 15 and 16. For those of you who have guessed what's coming next (and I hope it inspires many a good fantasy of your own), now's an excellent time for you to contact me with any ideas you'd like to see in future chapters. E-mail me at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM. Note: The date of this note is 2/8/98--act fast!]