PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 23
"The Price of War"
Angen brought Ivan to an alleyway not far from the Council building. People were pointing and gesturing as they watched a flying man bring him down to the street. Angen flew away before they could have gotten close enough to see the non-human elements to his long, thin body. As the Connobaran people approached, a policeman among them (Ivan decided to call the men in the black uniforms that, it seemed to be their function), Ivan approached the policeman and said, "Take me to the Connobaran Council. I wish to speak with them."
"You are to come with me." was the response.
Ivan sighed. "Suit yourself, but if the Council doesn't speak to me, the price will be very high. It is time our two peoples ended this war, before people die."
The policeman looked at him hard. "Four of our men died when your people fired that light beam at them. We got news of that this morning."
Ivan sobered. "I am sorry to hear that. Let me speak to the Council, then, before the four deaths become four hundred, or four thousand."
The policeman's only response was to repeat, "You are to come with me."
Ivan was surprised at where they took him, the Facilitator's Building. "Why am I being taken here?"
The policeman looked at him. "You're an escaped Facilitator." he said as if that explained everything.
"I need to speak to the Council."
The Nazi-uniformed guards took him at the front door, where a large crowd had gathered, confused and argumentative. Ivan guessed them for the daily crop of expectant fathers come for their appointments, to find the Facilitators gone. Well, those were the fortunes of war.
Inside, he found himself led to a man who appeared to be in charge. "Well, Facilitator, you are with us again."
"I came back in order to speak with the Council." Ivan said. "Let me speak with them."
The man looked him over. "The Council has better things to do than to chat with every Facilitator who isn't happy. I'm in charge of the Facilitators. Well, one is better than nothing. In fact..." a mean grin came over the face and Ivan found himself not liking this man at all. A crunched-in, unpleasant face even in repose. "In fact, let's see what our Facilitator can take. Put him in Room 4. And get the regular appointments in here and sorted out.
Ivan was led away as the man continued his orders as the front doors were opened to the public. "All right, you all know the Facilitators got away. All but one. Well, if you will be patient, we'll accomodate you as quickly as we can. I've already requisitioned more Facilitators from the Guard and they'll be along in a few days' time...."
Inside Room 4, Ivan saw an odd arrangement. Instead of any sort of bed, there was a low padded table and behind it, a doorway-shaped set of beams. Ivan was grabbed and given no chance to cooperate, he was stripped of his clothing and led over to the beams. His arms were chained to the upper beam and his legs were tied to the two side-beams, leaving him spread- eagled, facing the padded table, which came only up to his knees. Ivan could see dimpled depressions in the padding, an oval one in the middle nearest him, and less well-defined stretched-out areas on the far side from him, and guessed its purpose. It would hold the egg in the middle and the two Connobarans would be on either side. But how was he expected to facilitate the egg, bound as he was?
"Facilitator, you are here as punishment for your disobedience. Since you chose not to cooperate with us, then your cooperation will be compelled. Punishment squad, step forward. First man."
Ivan saw that the other Connobaran Guards who had accompanied him were apparently stationed in the room, for they took up a line position. Ivan also saw that Lance was among the Guards. He would try to speak to Lance once he understood what was going on. Punishment how?
The first Connobaran stepped up, took what was apparently his position on one side of Ivan. The door was opened and two Connobaran men came into the room, bearing their egg. It was placed before Ivan with tender care. Ivan looked at the men, knowing that shortly, they would be parents together. As typical with Connobarans, both were young, perhaps three years past their puberty-rite. On Earth (Earth....) he would have called them college boys, just beginning their adult life, learning, eager. And very much in love. One was blond-haired (he resembled Jethro a good deal, and Ivan wondered how the big Connobaran was doing with Fortin back in his home valley) and the other a swarthy man showing Indian heritage.
"Okay, citizens, take up your position. This Facilitator is disobedient, so be prepared for anything. You only get one chance."
The young men eagerly shed their clothes and, naked, knelt on the bed. Their hands went to each other's cocks and Ivan felt the Connobaran Guard grasp his own.
"Lothar, begin." came the command.
Ivan's cock was pumped, the regular way, by the Guardsman. Quite well, for a Connobaran, he must have practiced this. "Ooh!" Ivan moaned.
"Like it, Facilitator?" the Guardsman Lothar grinned. "Enjoy it while you can. I don't think he's going to last very long, citizens. Be ready."
The two young men kissed, and their other hands reached over to stroke each other's bodies. Ivan watched their hands as they palped each other's breasts, their tongues obviously dancing inside each other's mouths. But they kept one eye on Ivan and he grinned at them. "He's right." Ivan gasped. "I won't last very long. Mmm!" He decided the best way was to give these kids some sound effects, help them gauge their reactions.
Lothar pumped Ivan's cock harder than ever and Ivan groaned in concert with the heavy pounding, his breathing became labored and interspersed with gasps, he groaned, groaned again, warningly, and watched the young Connobarans speed themselves up, release their kiss to watch him carefully while they continued their stroking.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan said as his climax built in his brain.
"Oh, slow down!" One of blond-haired young man said to his lover. "Not so fast, not yet!"
"He's about ready!" the dark-haired man said. "Hold back, hold back!"
"Not so fast, darling, please!" the blond-haired man begged.
"Oh, oh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" Ivan said.
"OH, NO!" the blond-haired man said as he hit his orgasm and squirted his wad. It flew hard, it hit Ivan in his stomach and Ivan groaned, released his passion, spurted onto the egg, his sperm mixing with the blond-haired man's on the egg.
The dark-haired man yanked his cock from his lover's touch, gave it his own touch, eyes closed tight, and he seemed to be chanting something to himself. But whatever he was doing worked, he shot his load just as the swirling sparkle reached its widest growth, and the sperm sank into the egg to combine there with his lover's and with Ivan's, to form a new life.
Ivan sagged against his bonds, exhausted. Lothar wiped Ivan's cock roughly with a cloth and then his hands on the same cloth but the other end of it. "Merrick, you're next!" he said.
Another Connobaran took his place as Ivan watched. Lance would be the next man in this line they had formed. He would try to whisper to Lance then.
The Guardsman who stepped up to Ivan was a stolid, rather stupid-looking man, the sort you see hanging out in bars, drinking more than they should, glaring around from time to time, not seeming to know what they want from one minute to the next. Just the sort who'd wind up guarding prisoners.
As the two young parents were led out another door, bearing their child-to-be in their arms, Ivan saw another couple let in through the first door. "Okay, citizens, take up your position. This Facilitator is disobedient, so be prepared for anything. You only get one chance."
Guardsman Merrick grabbed Ivan's cock and began to pummel it, with no finesse, no training, no subtlety. "Too soon!" he gasped out. "Let me rest a few moments and I can go again."
One of the other Guardsmen laughed. "Didn't you hear you're being punished, Facilitator? Only obedient Facilitators get rest breaks. Hope you're up for an all-day squirtathon, because you're going to be milked of every drop we can squeeze out of you today and for five more days. The standard punishment for a Facilitator who attempts to escape."
The new couple were somewhat older than the first two, these appeared to be in their early twenties had they been born anywhere else. Here, Ivan guessed their age to be about eighteen. Both blond-haired, and physically so similar Ivan would have thought them to be brothers. Did they in fact share heredity, unawares? Ivan didn't know if that mattered that much, if they only contributed one-quarter of the genetic makeup to the new child. If half came from two brothers rather than one man, wasn't that the same as a regular human child? He'd have to think about that.
If only this new Guardsman didn't yank his pud so damned hard! Ivan winced in pain and the Merrick's eyes met his. "Got to get you heated up." he explained briefly. "Come on, citizens, this one isn't that worn out yet. Get the egg put down and get to playing with yourselves."
These two's idea seemed to be to suck each other and pull off and sit up, for they went into a sixty-nine position. Ivan watched the two men sucking each other, trying to get some stimulation from the sight he wasn't getting from this crude cock-yanking he was suffering.
Then he felt a wetness probing at his ass. Lothar was pushing some lubrication into his ass. What...
The lubrication was followed by the Guardsman's cock. Apparently when they finished jerking him off, they got to fuck him. Ivan felt his butt invaded by a long, thin man-tool.
"Don't worry, Facilitator." Lothar whispered in his ear. "I'll fuck you Facilitator style. Just like you fucked my brother in your valley, no doubt."
Ivan felt the long cock poking in and out of him. This man was not an accomplished butt-fucker. Al could have outdone him from the first time they'd made love. He hoped Al was all right, and had avoided the patrols.
Lothar fucking him shifted position slightly, and now Ivan's prostate was being rubbed. "Ah, that's the way." he told Lothar. "Like that, like that!"
Merrick flogged his cock brutally, and Ivan winced at the pain. "Come on, citizens, I think this one is getting ready." he said.
Lothar reached and tweaked Ivan's nipples, and Ivan groaned. "Like that?" the Guardsman whispered in his ear.
"Yes. Yes!" Ivan groaned as Lothar continued to twist and roll his nipples between his rough fingers. "Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan groaned. "I'm about to come again!"
"Come on, Facilitator, get off!" Merrick bitched. "I'm getting tired and horny."
Lothar made some hard jabs into Ivan and Ivan groaned, shot his load. As he did, the two Connobarans on the bed got up hurriedly and began to stroke their slick cocks rapidly. Again, Ivan noticed closed eyes and some sort of muttered chanting, the same words, he could almost make out the words. Ivan felt Lothar's cock heat up in his ass and Lothar groaned, shot his wad into Ivan's ravaged butt and Ivan clamped on Lothar's cock hard as his own orgasm struck him, painfully, excruciatingly, in waves of painful desire wrung from his brain rather than flowing of its own accord, brought on by the awkward manipulations by Merrick's inept hand, Ivan managed to squirt a rather-diminished load. Still, the egg responded as ever--Ivan was now sure the sparkle was not a mere chemical combination of sperm and eggshell, it was too broad for that this time. The two Connobarans (Ivan thought of them as brothers) came at the same time, on the very same word, Ivan speculated--meditation ritual of some sort? Made sense in this context, where you had to shoot your jism at a moment's notice--and Ivan noted that he had again fathered another child for the Connobarans. As Ivan watched the brothers kiss, he couldn't be upset at how his sperm was being stolen from him to make their children. He hadn't seen an unhappy couple yet. On this planet, you chose to have children or you didn't have them, no unplanned parents here! And in Connobar, it took a lot of work to have a baby!
Ivan yelled as the painful cloth wiped his cock clean again in Merrick's uncaring hands, and now Lance was walking over. Lance smiled almost fondly at Ivan, and Ivan gave a quick move of his head to gesture Lance closer. Lance stepped up and, stroking Ivan's cock for him (Lance kept the foreskin firmly in his fingers so that they didn't come in direct contact with the now-hypersensitive glans), he said, "Why did you come back, Ivan? You were free."
"I came back to negotiate a peace between our peoples."
"Negotiate what?"
"Negotiate. Diplomatic negotiations." Ivan clarified.
Lance looked confused and he leaned over to kiss Ivan's cheek in appearance, but in fact muttered to Ivan. "I don't understand. What's diplomatic?"
"Diplomacy. Between two peoples."
"I don't understand." Lance said. "You're using some odd words, Ivan. Are they from your valley?"
Ivan looked at Lance, and suddenly cursed himself for a fool. The Connobaran Council wouldn't speak with him. Why should they?
For all their existence, there had been themselves, the few Facilitators they captured from Ivan's valley, and Stepwith, guiding and controlling them.
Ivan felt Merrick's cock, thick and dull-feeling like Merrick, enter his buttocks, but he didn't care right then. How would he negotiate a peace with a people who had never had a war until now? They marched into Ivan's home valley mostly unarmed, trusting in Stepwith's gift of Ivan's valley to them, they used their numbers to overwhelm Ivan's fellow castaways.
When would the Connobarans ever have had a reason to negotiate anything? No, they had no reason to negotiate. Nor any understanding of why they should. They didn't even have a word for diplomacy!
Somehow, from his bound position, in between the orgasms that were being increasingly forced from his body, Ivan must educate the Connobarans on the art of peace.