NOTE: This and all preceding and subsequent chapters are copyright 1993 by Milford Ray Slabaugh. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to post this story to other BBS'es, provided it bears this language. Permission to post to Star*Chat denied.
PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 6
"The Crazy Man"
Ivan groaned, looked up with eyes strangely sticky, to see a pink blob in front of him. A white triangle appeared on the pink oval, and Ivan realized it was a face.
"Easy, there, fellow." came a voice. "Take it slow. You've been sick."
A wet dampness, filled with the tingle of passion, stroked his eyes, followed by a dry cloth feel that was as strong. Ivan could see again.
The face was wild, but the eyes were mild. Black hair streaked with silver jutted at strange angles to the face, hair and beard, and a badly trimmed mustache across its center. The nose was wide, the teeth were jagged, yellowed, and missing. But the eyes were kind and the smile gentle and caring.
"Where am I?" Ivan asked.
"My home." the face replied.
"Where is your home?"
"On a hillside. Not in a village. There's a village a few miles away. I'm their healer, so they brought you to me."
"Where's David?" Ivan asked. How long had he been attached to that plant!?
"Your friend?" The man laughed, and Ivan recognized the laughter. It was gentle now, but it had been wild, when it mocked him and David at the melon patch.
"Where is he?" Ivan reached for the face, but dizziness overcame him, and he nearly swooned from the effort.
"Easy, fellow. You don't throw off the milkstump plant's effects that easy."
Ivan blinked, grimaced, could see and think again.
The hands washed his body gently, and Ivan knew the water was from the river, and the passion it held, in less measure than the air, but it was there. Had he been stronger, his cock would have risen. As it was, his body treated it as the caresses of his mother.
"How long? Well, young fellow, it was two weeks ago that I saw you and your friend in the melon patch. I left the notebook for you to read, so's you'd understand this place. Where is it?"
"Lost. A patch of carnivorous grass got it."
"No matter. It was a copy, so don't worry about it." the hands crept down his chest and arms, and the man was scrubbing his stomach in circular motions. From the top to the bottom was how Ivan was being washed.
"How long was I on that plant?"
"When you didn't show up in three days after I saw you at the river, I sent some villagers to check on you. They cut you loose from the milkstump and brought you to me. You've been lying here for a week. Does that answer all your questions?"
"Where's David?"
"The young man with you? I don't know. He never got here, either."
"I have to go find him." Ivan tried to sit up, and dizziness assailed him again.
"Steady, young fellow. We searched for him. He's not dead. More likely the angels got him."
Ivan would have asked about the angels, but his mind was reeling. He was still sick, he had to admit.
The washing resumed, and the man finished with his stomach, was now at Ivan's crotch. Around his thighs, and down around his balls and cock. Dizzy as he was, Ivan found the water and the washing working on him; he had an erection.
The man washed it as though it were an ordinary thing to see, which perhaps it was. The man washed and washed on it, and Ivan groaned. Slowly, the washing turned into stroking, and Ivan's cock was being jerked inside the wet cloth. Slowly, then faster.
"Nnnngh!" Ivan groaned.
"Hold on, fellow. A doctor gets a fee, don't he?" the man moved, and Ivan realized that the man was as nude as himself. A single lithe motion, and the man was astraddle of him, resting his hands on Ivan's breasts, kneaded them with gentle motions, while the man's body squirmed atop him, and Ivan felt his wet cock slide into the man's ass.
"This is my fee." the man explained. And he moved atop his patient.
Ivan tried to help with the lovemaking--the man deserved something for saving his life, after all--but he was too weak.
"Just lie still, fellow." the doctor (Ivan thought of him as the "doctor", for want of a better name) "You're too weak to help me. I'll be fine just as I am."
Ivan raised a hand and forearm, to grab the doctor's cock, but the doctor grabbed his arm and held it down, grabbed the other. Ivan realized that with his weakness, he couldn't fight off the doctor, and from the doctor's adroit movements, didn't want to. He settled for this mode of lovemaking (is it rape? he wondered vaguely. Surely not, he hadn't protested), and lay still while the doctor hunched up and down harder and more furiously.
Ivan groaned with the pleasure, and tried to speed up his cock which was bobbing in and out of the doctor's ass. The man's hair was waving slowly as he moved, as if they were under water. Static electricity? No matter, Ivan enjoyed watching the hair and beard move as it was.
The doctor was hunching at his cock intensely now, and Ivan felt his orgasm assault him. He moaned, exploded, and as his come flew into the doctor's ass, Ivan slid from orgasm into unconsciousness.
It continued for days, the doctor hand-feeding him, the food that aroused him, and ended each meal by straddling him again while his hands held Ivan helpless. It never changed, their lovemaking, and Ivan never saw the doctor come, even later when he was strong enough to stay awake for all of the lovemaking. He would erupt into the doctor's ass, the doctor would groan and lay atop him, but the only moistness Ivan felt was the sweat of their bodies between them.
Ivan slept for over twelve hours, and awoke feeling strong once again. The doctor wasn't around, and Ivan stood up, stretched, bent, looked into a mirror on one wall he had noticed before, small but full-length, regarded his form.
Thinner, perhaps, but still with his muscled contours; a few days of extra workouts would bring him back to full form. Ivan grabbed one of the loincloths he had seen the doctor wear, wrapped it around his loins as best he could (the cloth pleasuring him, Ivan realized it was native-made) and was lying there for him, donned his boots which lay at the foot of the bed, and left the room.
The doctor was standing at the stove, cooking them dinner, Ivan supposed. The hairy back, the buttocks peering from each side of the loincloth. Ivan smiled at the sight, and the stirring of his groin inside the caressing cloth stirred him, he stepped up behind the doctor and wrapped his arms around him.
"What the hell?" the doctor shouted, startled.
Ivan ran his hands down into the loincloth while the doctor struggled furiously.
Startled, Ivan let go and the doctor jumped away from him.
"I'm sorry." Ivan said. "I didn't know."
"Know what, young man?" the doctor snarled. With Ivan healthy and about, the friendliness was gone. Or perhaps it was Ivan's discovery.
"Know...that." Ivan couldn't say the word.
"I'll have you know I did it on purpose." the doctor said. "Only way to survive here, young man. You'd better think about it, when you get to be my age, and can't handle the constant erections. I make love when I want to, you remember that."
"I will." Ivan was embarrassed.
"You'd better go, now. The village is downhill. Just follow the path." And the doctor turned away.
Ivan stepped out the door hung with a curtain, and could see the village in a small clearing downhill. The path was clear enough.
He trod it soberly. The doctor's words hung on his mind.
"I did it myself." he had said.
But how could anyone do that to himself?
The doctor was in control of his sex life, Ivan realized, but he'd never want to control himself that much. Not that much.
He'd never cut off his cock and balls the way the doctor had.
No wonder the poor guy wasn't quite sane. When Ivan had touched the doctor's groin, he had felt nothing. Nothing at all. But a few scars.
No. Never.
Thinking this, Ivan strode through the village walls.
END OF CHAPTER 6