PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 13
"Guarding the Pass"
Ivan walked around the Marine encampment, checking on the arrangements. The ship, moved now to near the mouth of the pass, was doing its usual duty on this planet, no longer a means of conveyance, it now formed the main building of the Marine compound. Their ship had also carried a good many building supplies which the Marines had put to good use building the prison camp for the Connobarans. Ivan had felt nervous about having the encampment so close the pass mouth, but Colonel Slayton pointed out that if the Connobarans got that far into the valley, they would be unstoppable anyway. "Then it's a matter of guerilla warfare and hiding out." he had said. Ivan was glad that David and James had taken Mikhy, Osgood and their two babies to Marine where Mayor Thesian had promised to make them welcome. Marine was a village on a peninsula-turned-island, and would be the last place in the valley the Connobarans would be able to take. If they got that far--but that didn't bear thinking about.
Ivan looked at their prisoners, over three hundred fine young specimens of manhood, now behind barbed wire, standing around, talking, joking, eating, drinking, and joining or leaving knots of writhing, twisting men in what appeared to have become a round-the-clock orgy. Ivan rubbed his crotch as he watched one group of five men, all incredibly handsome, three of whom had formed a triangle of sucking while two of the men were also being fucked by (presumably) their husbands. Connobarans saved their asses for their marriage partners; he knew that now. Colonel Slayton had ordered his men to switch from fucking asses to giving and getting blowjobs, but he wondered how many of the horny Marines around him would pay attention to that.
"Want to join us?" came a voice and Ivan lifted his hand off his crotch and turned to see one Connobaran soldier watching him.
"I wouldn't mind." Ivan admitted. "But you all seem to be taking care of each other. I'll stick to my husband and our own army, thank you."
"Suit yourself." the man shrugged. "I was just curious, that's all. I haven't had one of you Facilitators, yet."
"If we had a different wire for the fence, we might have managed it." Ivan said, eyeing the rows of barbs that separated them. "I could have dropped my pants and turned around and backed into the fence and you could have fucked me through it. As it is, you'll just have to keep wondering."
"For now, anyway." the Connobaran smiled.
That was what had been worrying Ivan. These Connobarans were all so unworried and confident. They had almost expected to be captured, from the way they were behaving. Colonel Slayton had pointed out that when a force storms a position such as they had, with a single and obvious direction of attack, you expect to lose men. It's the ones who make it who carry the day. And these Connobarans hadn't lost a single soldier's life.
He made his way into the ship. The soldier on guard recognized him, "Hello, Captain Paskov." he said. A handsome black man, he was leaned back against the bulkhead of the corridor while a comrade, whose very-short hair was sandy-colored, slathered his uncut cock with his tongue.
"Hello, Washington." Ivan said. "Hello, MacDonald. No, don't get up, you're busy right now."
"He sure is." Washington agreed. "Time for him to quit licking and start swallowing."
"Give me a chance to get it slicked up, Frank." MacDonald complained. "I'm not used to this as it is. I don't see why I got paired with you anyway."
"I asked for you, Ted." Washington said, smiling. "Been wanting those big rosy lips of yours ever since I first saw you. And if you got to have practice, you might as well practice on the big ones."
"I have to agree." Ivan said. "Swallow that monster and the other guys' cocks will be easy."
"If you say so, sir." MacDonald. Like a good Marine, he rose to the challenge and crammed Washington's thick cock into his mouth. Ivan watched as he managed over half the fat ten-inch cock before he had to give up.
Ivan moaned and rubbed his crotch, shifting his erection to make it more comfortable. "I'd better get moving before I have to join you." Ivan said. "Is the Colonel in his office."
"I believe so." Washington said, his lips parting as he gasped, and one big black hand grabbed MacDonald's head and tried to shove him deeper. MacDonald seemed to be handling the large dong well enough.
Ivan walked on, hearing noises, looked in one compartment. A line of bunk beds, twelve of them, all along the same side of the long, narrow compartment, three beds high and barely two feet space between them. In each of the beds, a Marine was lying on his stomach while a pod-crazed Connobaran soldier fucked his ass. From the rather bored expression on some of the Marine's faces, this had been going on for a while. Ivan sighed. Most of the Connobarans had gotten over the additional dosage, but some of them took longer than others. Poor Jethro, for example, had never quite recovered, never talking and with a perpetual grin on his face. He understood everyone pretty well and could be made to obey orders but the effect was that of having a large, well-trained dog around the house. He really felt guilty about Jethro, but of course, Fortin hadn't been to blame. Fortin kept him constantly by his side and Jethro usually could be found with Fortin, fucking and sucking according to Fortin's whim. Fortin got a regular supply of sex, and seemed rather devoted to his large, white, handsome idiot companion.
"Pardon us, sir." a voice behind him said. Ivan turned to see an entire double-squad of Marines. The sergeant, a large bull of a man with square, rough features, then bawled. "End of your shift, grunts! Pull those cocks out of your asses and get out here."
Groans came from the compartment and Ivan saw the men get out of the bed, staggering, pulling up their trousers. They filed out and the men with the sergeant filed in. The sergeant was the last one in, and took up his own position.
"All right, men, drop trou!" The men unbuckled their pants at the order, some taking them entirely off but most just letting them fall to mid-knee. "Into the bunks." And the Marine squad climbed into the bunks.
Ivan watched curiously as the sergeant did the same. "Into position." And the men all scooted beneath the Connobaran captives.
Groans emanated from the room as thirty-six Marines were impaled by the Connobaran cocks, everything from a muffled sigh to a throaty, "Oh, my God, it's huge!"
"Quit your beefing, Connoley." the sergeant barked. "Next time, obey orders and only use one of the pods. U-u-u-erk!" The sergeant had been stuffed full of cock by his own bunkmate.
"Yes, sir!" the man sighed. "It's feeling better now, sir."
"Shut up and get fucked, Connoley."
Ivan felt more anxious than ever, now. He was going to have to get laid, soon. He hurried on to the Colonel's office. A downy-cheeked young Marine was at the front desk, alone. He worked on some papers, but one hand was beneath the desk. "Is the Colonel in the office, private?" Ivan asked.
"Yes, Captain." the Marine said. "You can speak with him in a minute."
"I could use some help here, private." Ivan said, unzipping himself.
"That's why I'm here, sir." the private said, shuffling the papers into a pile and putting them in a desk drawer, leaving it thus clean. The private stood up and Ivan saw he wasn't wearing any trousers at all. His shirt had been wrapped around his belt and tucked so that he was naked from the waist down. The private climbed onto the desk and got on all fours. "If you'll just pick your position and tell me to get into it, sir, we'll take care of your problem."
Ivan smiled. "You're fine as you are." He climbed onto the ample desk and took the tube of gel the private offered, slathered his cock with it. "That's why I like Marines." he said. "You boys are always prepared."
"We try to be, sir." the private said, going down onto his face and exposing his tender ass more. Ivan put some lube on his index finger and probed the pink tuckerhole. This boy had been loosened up the past few days and Ivan's finger slid right in. The boy sighed and Ivan saw no reason for further delay, he put his cock up against the boy's ass, the private gasped, worked his butt muscles, and Ivan slid in with only a minor wrinkling sensation along his cock to mark the points of resistance.
"Oh, yeah!" Ivan sighed. "Good, tight butt, private."
"Thank you, sir. I like being fucked. Go ahead and give it to me."
Ivan humped the tender young butt with a vigor inspired by the sights of the day. The private's butt was willing, but it hadn't been overly ravaged yet. His sphincter was a tight clutching circle that slid up and down on Ivan's cock as he fucked the grunt, his cock making a slurping sound as air was squeezed in and out by the thrusts of his cock. Ivan's thighs were slapping the taut buttocks and Ivan leaned over to rest one hand on the desk so that he could use the other to grab the private's cock. He found a surprisingly huge, thick cock waiting for him, and wished he had paid more attention earlier. Have to have this cock inside him one day, he decided. For now, though, he flogged it and the private groaned appreciatively.
"Yeah, sir, pound that dick, pound it! Oh, yeah!"
"Uh, good, son, good!" Ivan grunted as he fucked the boy harder and faster. "I'm not going to last very long, kid. You'd better give me that load right now!"
"Oh, yeah, shoot it in me, sir! I want all of it. Oh, yeah!"
"Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan said.
Then the damned intercom buzzed. "Don't stop, sir!" the private gasped. "I'll get it." The private turned his face to one side and with one finger that crawled along the desktop, managed to reach and punch the accept button. "Yes, sir!" he gasped.
"Private Baird, find Captain Paskov for me."
"He's, here, right, now, sir." Baird gasped.
"Send him right in!"
"When, he's, done, sir! Uh, uh, uuuuuhhh!" and Private Baird groaned, shot his wad with loud splats on the metal desktop.
His ass clamped down hard on Ivan when he hit orgasm, Ivan was suddenly unable to pull out any further than his cockhead, he humped the horny private fast, using this tight friction and climax struck him like a hammer in the head.
"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah!" he groaned. His jism was constricted, and he felt it crawling out of his urethra like a solid strand of wire sliding through his penis, and the experience was incredible. It seemed to prolong and multiply his orgasm, this was no solitary building of joy within, this was a roller-coaster ride of sensation upon sensation, in wave upon higher wave over his body. "Ugh, ugh, UGH! URRRGGGHHH!" he groaned.
Orgasm wrenched his body and wrung it out like a damp rag, and he was exhausted when it finally released him, barely clinging to consciousness. He could have let himself go and been sound asleep in no time had he chosen it. Instead, duty called, so he clung to existence and crawled back into reality with an exhaustion like that of climbing a mountain.
"Whew!" Ivan said. "Private, you are one good fuck!" he moaned.
"That's why I got him out there." Colonel Slayton's voice said. "But if you are quite done with fucking my orderly, I need to speak with you."
"Be right in." Ivan said, still gasping.
He got up and the private slid off the desk, fished in a drawer and pulled out a small towel. "Dry yourself off with this, sir." the private offered. He pulled out another rag and used it to mop up his desk-top. Ivan took a look at the private's tool, even flaccid, it was enormous, a thick salami of man-meat dangling negligently as the private's ass wiggled as he swiped at the desk.
"I want you again, private." Ivan said. "But I want that cock inside of me next time."
Private Baird smiled. "I'm looking forward to that, sir. Go right on in."
Ivan left the private to his cleaning, tucking his cock in and zipping back up as he opened the door.
Colonel Slayton was there, and so was Pavel. Ivan could see that the two had only recently finished their own sex, for Pavel was tucking his shirt into his trousers. He smiled benevolently at his son and said, "What's the problem, Colonel."
"Wondering about the wall, mostly." Slayton said. "How are we making progress?"
"It's half-finished and between four to six feet high all across." Ivan said. "If the Connobarans hold off their next attack for another three days, we'll be done. Even now, they would make a fine defensive barrier."
It had been decided to build not a continuous wall, but two overlapping walls, forcing a grunkel or a man to walk between them single file for over a hundred feet to get through the pass.
"That's good." Slayton said. "Because my men on scout duty in the pass report that they are massing again. They could attack as soon as tonight or tomorrow. I'm calling my men in from other duties. We'll leave the wall as is for now and concentrate on defensive measures. I still say we must be ready to blast the pass closed."
"I wish I had the answer for you." Ivan said. "But if we lose the grunkels, we lose the war anyway. I have thought about small holes in the bottom of the wall to let the grunkels pass through quickly, but too small for a man to do anything but crawl through."
"I keep wondering about the Connobarans." Colonel Slayton said. "They outnumber us by over ten to one. The minute they decide to start firing at us with those crossbows, we're doomed."
"Another reason I wish you'd disarm the men entirely." Ivan said. "We have the pods and if we start shooting, so will they. So far this has been a bloodless war, and I want to keep it that way."
"Yes, we have the pods, but no good way to deliver them. I'd feel better if we had some sort of long-distance delivery on those pods."
"Al and Lukas are working on that." Ivan said. "Lukas was a champion javelin thrower in his college days. He's been putting a pod on the head of his javelin and throwing it. Trouble is, that takes a special skill and we have to train the men in the tactic. Al and Lukas are training one squad of twenty and will let them train the others."
"A good idea." Colonel Slayton said. "If we survive the next assault, we can try it out. And let's not forget that nearly a hundred Connobarans made it through and are in the jungle right now. God knows how well they can coordinate their attacks, but if they hit us on both sides at once, we're in trouble."
"I know." Ivan admitted. "I just hope the villages are sending us support forces. The Russian village is sending men, and they'll be here by tomorrow morning and the Mariners have sent over fifty men to supplement your company. I wish the Angels would agree to help, I keep looking at the sky and hoping to see them. They'd make great scouts."
"Yes." Colonel Slayton said. "In the meantime, you can go tell the squad on cornhole duty that they can put the remaining Connobarans in with the other prisoners. I'll need all my men available tonight, alert instead of being fucked half to death. That punishment is over and you can tell the men that."
"They'll be happy to hear that." Ivan agreed. He left with Pavel and worried. They didn't have enough men. This next attack could carry them off entirely. And he and Pavel would end up in the Facilitator's building next to Vid and Kyle.
And that reminded him. He had a rescue to pull off as soon as the valley was safe.
END OF CHAPTER 13