PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 16
"A New Kind of War"
Ivan and his men moved through the pass, ready to hide as quickly as possible. But Ivan saw the sparse brush and despaired of being able to accomplish such a task. How can you hide in plain sight? He kept two men ahead of them, and was armed with a communicator. He hoped, and could do nothing else, that no Connobarans chose to use the pass for the next day or so. If only there was another way through the pass, or that it wasn't necessary to keep the pass itself open! He constantly felt that he was overlooking an obvious answer to this problem of the Connobarans. But how? Where was this solution? It was frustrating, as if he had all the pieces to the puzzle, and they wouldn't fit together! What else could he do but continue the war and hope that it ended in freedom for him and his family one day?
"Enemy sighted!" came the call.
Ivan sighed. "Strength?" he queried.
"Twelve men, ten guards and two wagons. Sir, they're loaded with those eggs."
"We expected that." Ivan said. "Are you hidden from them?"
"Yes, sir." the man reported.
"We hide as well." Ivan decided. "Let them pass through. We don't want to alert them that we're entering their valley." He switched to the link with the valley forces, and alerted his incipient guerilla force to expect the shipments. "Okay, Sergeant, how do we hide in this?" He indicated the sandy floor of the pass and a few bushes.
"Sir, you take that bush over there." Sergeant "Peerless" Piermont pointed. "It should hide you the best."
"I know. But what about the rest of the men?"
Sergeant Piermont grinned. "Already hidden. Look around, sir." he said.
Ivan looked, to see themselves alone in the pass. These Marines had hidden in plain sight! He knew better than to ask, "Where are they?" They had burrowed into the sand and thrown more above them, until not even a shallow mound revealed their presence. When you only see men in the act of having very creative sex, you can forget that they have other talents equally amazing. "I'd better move myself." He said.
"Yes, sir." Sergeant Piermont took some time to dust the footprints off the pass as he went to his own hiding place. Ivan watched as he found a spot he liked, lay down, and in a moment's time and a light flurry of sand, vanished from view. Done, knowing where he was, Ivan couldn't see him.
The wagons moved through the pass as Ivan crouched behind the bush, not daring to even try to see the Connobarans. Fortunately, they seemed unduly cocky and weren't looking for any enemy. The men seemed more interested in their conversations about the children they were going to have (Ivan overheard a phrase that told him the Connobaran Council had granted every couple in the Connobaran army two children, to have as soon as they liked upon entering the valley.) If they had looked at all, they could have found Ivan, but they didn't even try.
After they were gone, Ivan cautiously stood up and signalled all clear. A hand sign instead of a call, but the nine Marines all reappeared and they resumed their trek.
Sergeant Piermont scoffed, "That's not a fighting army!" to Ivan.
"They're more of a local police force, yes." Ivan said. "I've seen many gaps in their learning and fighting skills. Like leaving the men behind at the pass rather than taking us all prisoners when they had the chance. But their not knowing how to fight, that's a point in our favor, I hope."
"A big point." Piermont agreed. "They have numbers, we have skill. We're pretty evenly matched, at that."
"I hope so." Ivan conceded. "Let's get on through the pass. There's actually a place along the way down where the mist never comes. Makes a nice change of pace on this world, I assure you."
"If you say so, sir." Piermont said. "I'm pretty partial to that mist, myself. Kind of lets you avoid the pussy-footing around and get right to business. Kind of like the orgy rooms back on...before."
"You see why I never want to watch a man die by violence again." Ivan said.
"And we all agree with you, sir." Piermont said. "Let the killing end with the Earth. We've all seen enough death and destruction to last the rest of our lives. You'll get no arguments out of any of my men on this point, sir. You weren't at the meeting Colonel Slayton held, but I will tell you that he put it to a vote and it was unanimous."
"I'm relieved to hear that." Ivan said. And he was. These men carried their constalasers with them and he had worried about it.
"But if we're about to leave the mist, you might want to call a rest break." opined Piermont. "We haven't finished our initiation of you into Delta Squad yet."
"I can't imagine what happens next." Ivan said, smiling. "You couldn't possibly top yourselves on that last one. My God, eleven men at once. I still can't believe it happened. Just how long has your squad been practicing that little maneuver?"
"It's a Delta Squad proud tradition. Created by our founding fathers over three centuries ago, when they first started allowing gay men into the armed forces."
"They used to exclude gays from military service? Why?" Ivan was genuinely puzzled. Gay men made the best soldiers, everyone knew that! When your comrade in arms at your side was your lover, you fought harder, to protect him and to be a hero in his eyes! Elementary logic!
"I'm not sure." Piermont admitted. "I kind of fell asleep during the history lectures. I could ask the other men if you really want to know."
"No, it's not important." Ivan said.
"But about that break?" Piermont pressed him.
"What's the next part of the tradition?"
"You work your way up the line, in order of reverse seniority. So you're scheduled to make it with Private Wilson next. I have to admit that his fine black ass can really milk a man dry. I usually visit his bed once or twice a week, even if a sergeant shouldn't play favorites."
"I'm supposed to fuck every man in the unit?"
"And be fucked, yes, sir. The order of those two particular deeds is up to you."
"Well, have our scouts be damned sure nothing is coming and I'll call the break."
"Tildale, Carver! Top the ridge and check what's coming, if anything!" Sergeant Piermont said into his communicator.
Their response was prompt. "Already here, sir. We're looking at their city right now. You can see the entire road down. Nothing coming at all."
"Okay, men, let's take a half-hour break!" Ivan said. "Private Wilson, I understand you and I have some unfinished business to take care of!"
"Sergeant?" Came the urgent call.
"Yes, Tildale?"
"You've got company coming from behind. Move fast and hide!"
Ivan looked around but there wasn't any bush here big enough to hide him this time. "Better hide and let me try to talk my way out of it." he said to the Sergeant.
"But, sir!"
"No time, Sergeant!" Ivan said. "Move!"
"Yes, sir!"
Ivan saw a rock outcropping and moved over to sit on it, trying for a casual manner. He watched as if having nothing better to do as the sounds of moving feet got closer and closer. When he looked to see the group, ten Connobarans, he gave them a casual wave and then looked away again. It took a good while, but soon enough shadows appeared near his feet and he looked over at them. "Hello." he said.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" came the demand.
"Just enjoying the day and resting. How are you?" Ivan said, smiling genially.
As he'd hoped, the entire squad had gathered around to gawk at him. They didn't notice (and Ivan was careful not to look except out of the corner of his eye) as the Marines rose up from their hiding places and began a soft sneak towards them, quiet as ghosts. Delay, Ivan, delay!
"You are under arrest for violating Connobaran territory without permission." snapped the leader of this group. He wore nothing that marked him as such, but Ivan began to think of him as the Sergeant of this group. A typical Connobaran, tall, strong, blond-haired and square- jawed. A half-brother of Jethro's?
"Oh, come now." Ivan joked at him. "That's a little extreme, isn't it? I just got to this planet and I've been wandering around these mountains trying to find my way for days and days. I am really glad to find this pass! So I sit awhile before picking which way to go and now you tell me I'm violating your territory? Is that any way to treat a guest on your world?"
"An off-worlder?" smiled the Sergeant. "In that case, sir, welcome to Connobar. We have a...place for your people when they arrive. Why don't you come with us and we'll get you quarters and some hot food?"
"Why, thank you, sir!" Ivan said, smiling broadly as if believing all of it. The Marines were now in position. "I'd like that." And he nodded, ostensibly to the Sergeant.
Puffs of red mist suddenly enveloped the Connobaran group and Ivan hastily held his breath as the wind blew it his way. A brief instant and it was gone. He'd gotten only a tiny whiff of the mist, enough to make having sex seem like a pretty damned good idea right now!
The Sergeant of the Connobarans alone had been out of reach of the first assault, and he turned as his men gasped. The mist got to him somewhat, but he staggered, seemed about to recover. Ivan fumbled quickly in his own pouch for the red pods and moved to his feet. The Sergeant (these men were NOT fighters) turned to look at him dumb-founded and Ivan pushed the pod under his nose and crushed it.
The glaze became firm, and Sergeant Piermont came up to grasp the Connobaran from behind. "This one's yours." he smiled at Ivan. "Tildale and Carver are going to regret missing this fun."
Ivan took the Connobaran sergeant in his arms and kissed him gently. This is a new kind of war, he told himself. We won't kill anyone. But we must punish the Connobarans if there is to be any sort of resolution that doesn't end up with me and my sons as their slaves. This man is a conduit for this punishment. I'm so sorry, fellow! I must punish your people through you.
He pushed the unresisting sergeant onto his back and unbuttoned and pulled down the steel-gray trousers. Those tight black boots meant he had to raise up to the man's chest (the sergeant tried to reach Ivan's cock, his tongue probing for it eagerly) and squirm his feet and legs down into position, but he managed it, held tightly by the trousers, and slid his cock to the man's ass.
Within the glaze, the look of fear. I need that look, Ivan told himself. For my family and my friends, I will do this. As often as it takes. Let the Connobarans fear us if they can't treat us as equals!
And he shoved his unlubricated cock up the Connobaran's ass. The man grimaced in the combination of pain, fear and pleasure as he was violated. Ivan felt the tearing flesh and the hot blood envelop his cock. Was this any kinder than killing them?
It had to be done. He hunched at the sergeant, who clung to him dumbly, and Ivan forced himself to take pleasure in the rape, to enjoy himself at the expense of this big, blond soldier writhing in his embrace.
The sergeant raised up his head and shoulders, trying to reach Ivan's face, to kiss him! Ah, the conflict of pain and passion when forced on a man! Ivan granted this big man the kiss, but retaliated by fucking him harder, and the sergeant grunted, heavy pants smothered in Ivan's lips and Ivan found his own grunts rising in concert with the soldier.
He released the man's lips and the sergeant said, "Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
He could speak? A natural resistance to the pods, perhaps. "Like it, stud?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me!" the sergeant said.
"You're going to get a lot of this if you stay in our valley." Ivan promised him. "You'll go to sleep never knowing when you'll wake up to a man climbing into your bed and raping your butt. You can't hide from us, ever. We'll come after you again and again!"
"Oh, yeah!" the man moaned, enjoying the lusty thrusts of Ivan's cock and the thought of future invasions of his body. "Yeah, as many as you want to send me! I want all of them! All of them! Oh, oh, oh!"
He's getting close, Ivan thought. Beat him to it! Come before he does! He hunched desperately at the violated butt and as the Connobaran's cries raised to a crescendo, Ivan felt his own climax strike!
Hot jism flew onto the gray jacket, pearls on steel! Ivan's vision blurred, his mind contracted to a single point, a point filled with pleasure, and he jetted his seed into the man's ass, pounding him hard!
Ivan fell at last onto the soldier's body, and realized that the man had, predictably, passed out. He heard the groans from the Marines and looked around, to see green-glad bodies bobbing on gray-clad forms in various positions. One Marine, who must have finished with his victim early, was forcing another Connobaran to suck his cock while his comrade fucked him doggy- style. Two Connobarans had been thrown over the rock outcropping Ivan had been sitting on, one face up and one face down, both being impaled and fucked by two Latino Marines who grinned at each other as they slammed their prongs into the lily-white butts of their antagonists. When they hit climax, they leaned over to kiss, one of the Marines getting a jet of sperm from the face-up Connobaran that struck him in the face. But he didn't flinch away from it, he just smiled and his comrade licked his cheek clean.
Finally, there was silence at the battle scene and Ivan's comrades staggered to their feet, leaving unconscious enemy soldiers lying as they were, every one with a thoroughly fucked butt. A very odd sort of war they were now fighting, Ivan thought to himself. All over his home valley, versions of this must be playing out. Connobarans were being fucked while their precious eggs were being smashed, in another place, the Connobarans had the upper hand and were probably having their own way with the villagers or the Marines.
He wished them all luck, both sides. The average soldier never hates his enemy even when he's in the gunsight and the trigger is being gently pulled. It is not animosity, it's a duty. In this war, they were just shooting something a little more original than bullets and laser beams.
He smiled at the thought. This new kind of war wasn't that bad after all!
END OF CHAPTER 16