PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter 11
			   "The First Skirmish"

     Telar looked on the scene, bemused.  "This is the grave danger
threatening our people?" he said, practically sneering.
     "This man was my captive." Ivan said.  "As I explained, I used
Stepwith to get the Connobarans to send me a man to test the pods on."
     "And these pepper pods are our secret weapon?" Telar said, pushing one
of the broken pods with his toes.  "We crush one of them and it sends the
person over the deep end of sex, just like it does us?  How are we supposed
to avoid inhaling the fumes if a hundred of us are busily squeezing the
pods?"
     "I don't know." Ivan admitted.  "I only just learned what the pods do.
They affect the Connobarans much more strongly than us.  Jethro passed out
after having sex, for quite some time.  We could capture and tie them up."
     "Afterwards." Vincent Deladier reminded them all, and grinned.  Ivan
grinned back, he liked the slender, blond-haired priest, with his wry sense
of humor and general sense of proportion.
     "Yes, afterwards." Ivan agreed.  "We crush a pod under a Connobaran's
nose, he comes at us with a big, long hard one, we get fucked or suck him
off, and he passes out stone-cold afterwards.  So we tie him up and go on
to the next one."
     "And what will they be doing while we're trying to slip pods under
their noses?" Colonel Slayton asked.  "What sort of weapons did you see?"
     "A sort of crossbow, mostly.  But they have orders not to kill any of
us." Ivan reminded him.  "They won't hesitate to wound us, but we can all
expect to survive any attack.  So we should expect, I don't know, nets, I
suppose.  Nets, traps, ropes, and so on.  This will be strictly a war of
attrition with both sides building up prisoner encampments.  Our best
chance will be to get to the pass and block it off before they get here."
     "You still haven't convinced me of the need." Telar reminded him.
     "Ask one of the Angels to fly over the pass and see if any of their
men are moving against us."  Ivan said.  "We'll need the help of the Angels
to make up for our lack of numbers.  If we can observe and deploy our
forces better, we have a chance."
     "You would ask the Masters to fly at your whim?" Telar was aghast at
the very thought.
     "I didn't mean it like that." Ivan hastened to say.  "But they can see
where we cannot.  What will happen to the Angels if the Connobarans take
over our valley and capture all of the Turtle-Men?"  Time to argue with the
man on his level.  "Who will serve the Masters then?  When a servant falls
ill, cannot his master stoop to care for him for a short time?"
     "We serve the Masters!" Telar blasted Ivan.  "They do not serve us!"
     This discussion could have continued in this vein for quite some time,
had there not been a knock at their door.  Ivan realized that it was nearly
dusk, travelers in their valley would often come knocking at a farmer's
door for a warm place to spend the night, and typically to find sex as
well.  Ivan's favorite retort was to say, "You can stay here, but you'll
have to share a bed with my son." always reminding his visitor of the old
farmer's daughter jokes.  They usually had a new one to tell him in return,
and of course, the traveler shared with Fortin.
     So he was willing enough, even in this setting, to open the door and
welcome the travelers inside.  He opened the door, saw gray uniforms, and
panicked.  The Connobarans were here!  Two men at the door, Ivan saw the
Nazi uniforms and closed it hurriedly, braced himself against it.  "The
Connobarans are here!" he shouted.  He held the door against their thrusts,
but the sounds of boots from his kitchen and the bedroom hallway told him
that they were already inside.  "The pods!" he yelled.  "Grab the pods!" he
shouted at his guests.
     The door jarred again and Ivan could only turn all his attention to
protecting this one front.  He leaned in and closed his eyes.  How many
pods had been left in the bowl Fortin had brought him earlier that day?  He
remembered a dozen or so of the pods.  Perhaps six or seven left now.  How
many Connobarans were outside and inside his home?  How much had they
learned about him and his secret weapon?  Had they listened at the open
windows while Ivan tried to convince his guests?
     The door hit again and this time Ivan was overborne.  He skidded back
and four hands reached around.  If that one hand got any closer to his
face, Ivan decided he would bite it, and bite hard.
     There were sounds of skirmishing behind him and Ivan wanted to look,
expecting a crossbow bolt in his back or shoulder.  Then a flash of
movement at his side and Ivan heard Pavel's voice.  "P-pa, I'm here!  Step
back!"
     Ivan saw Pavel's hand and a tiny bit of red within and stepped back.
As the two Connobarans came in, Pavel crushed the pod and shoved his fist
now spewing red mist at their faces.
     Ivan recognized these men.  They had been at Pavel's rite of passage
that night that now seemed so long ago.  They had been with Colin and Jose
working over Grahr's cocks.
     They now staggered as the mist touched them.  Ivan worried that the
single pod Pavel had brought wouldn't be enough, but the men looked up,
blinked, and Ivan saw the glazing begin, slower than with Jethro, but just
as certain.  Their bodies' movements became uncertain, puzzled, confused
and vague.
     "Let's get these two the rest of the way inside." Ivan said.  "And get
this door closed."  Ivan pulled at the two men and closed the door, looked
around.  Five Connobarans had been in on the raid.  He recognized another
of the three men now in the hands of his guests and family, and hoped that
this was the group Colin and Jose had left behind, rather than the vanguard
of a sizeable army.  If they had had men at the village when Ivan spoke,
then naturally they would attempt this preemptive strike.  He prayed his
analysis was correct.
     Only five though, of the seven.  That didn't bode well.  Where were
the other two?  Ivan looked out the window near the door, saw nobody in the
fading light.  Were they behind or to the sides of his house?  Later!
"Son, I hope you've been practicing with James, because these two men are
going to need our help, right now."
     He looked at Pavel, who gulped and said, "Yes, P-pa."
     "You'd better stick with sucking your man off." Ivan instructed.  "I
plan to do that with mine."  Ivan reached down the body of his puzzled
captive and found the hard dong above the man's crotch.  Well above, this
young man was hung!  Ivan looked at the face, seeing mostly Middle-Eastern
heritage in the dark skin, the shape of the nose, and the fiercely black
eyes and eyebrows, and straight black hair.  His skin was the brown of
coffee as you poured it from the urn to the mug, and Ivan felt his body
reacting to this man's sight.  Must have gotten a sniff of the pepper's
mist.  Oh, well, all to the best.  Make this more enjoyable!
     Ivan knelt at the feet of this dark Connobaran and pushed at the front
flaps of the coat.  They pulled back in twin triangles of lighter cloth to
reveal a prominent bulge at the gray pants.  Ivan fumbled with the archaic
button-fly there and managed to pull out the coffee-colored prong.
     Another "Monster Tully" he had here.  Easily twelve inches of honest
man meat, when Ivan freed it, it swung at him like a billy club and slapped
his face with a hearty "thwack!"  Ivan leaned back--way back--from the
man's crotch to find the cockhead, uncut, encased in thick wrinkled
foreskin.  He grasped the man's cock and skinned it back and the young
Connobaran moaned and a globe of clear precome grew at his now-revealed
cockslit.  The man's hand reached for Ivan's head and Ivan let the man grab
his hair and push him down onto the cock, concentrating on working up
saliva and lubricating this long dong as it slid into his mouth and touched
his tonsils, to squeeze past them and into his throat.  And still the man
pushed and Ivan kept taking it, as the cock forced him to lean forward to
straighten the windpipe and permit this large invader into him further.
Ivan felt his throat muscles writhe and pulse at the effort of taking this
man's cock, but he persevered and was only forced to stop when his nose
touched the man's pubic hair and nestled into it and the thick musk of
maleness there.  He missed taking the entire cock by only an inch or so.
     His captive planned to leave the thick cock right where it was!  Ivan
remembered the Connobarans' way of making love and knew that the hand on
his head would hold him in place, unable to breathe and unable to bring him
satisfaction.  He could die of suffocation while this man waited for Ivan
to give him the pleasure he expected!  He groaned in protest and
mercifully, someone came to his aid, Anton of the village known as New
Russia, and Mayor Thesian grabbed and pulled the man back and Ivan was able
to free his throat from its manflesh invader; it slid out bearing a thick
coat of grey slimy saliva all along its length.  "Whew!" he said with his
first good breath.  He looked over to see his son Pavel bobbing away at the
other Connobaran, a blond-haired Goliath of a man.  Odd, now that Ivan
thought about it, over a third of the Connobarans seemed to be
blond-haired.  Another puzzle that could wait.  This blond hulk had Pavel's
head in both hands, but was letting Pavel do all the work.  Pavel seemed
adept enough at his task, and Ivan let his mind rest of its worry; he
turned back to his own captive.  This long schlong would require all his
expertise at sucking cock.
     Ivan gave the man quick, long strokes, the coating of spit he had
given it making this easy.  The man writhed in his captivity between the
rotund Mayor Thesian and the round-but- muscular Anton, obviously wanting
to grab Ivan and force that long monster down his throat again.  Sorry,
fellow, Ivan thought to himself, you'll have to settle for this way of
getting your jollies.  He brought his tongue into play, dancing it back and
forth as he slurped in and out, and that with the red mist did the trick.
The man grunted, roared, and Ivan was suddenly holding a spewing fountain
in his hand.  Not forceful but copious, the man's load poured into his
mouth and dribbled over his chin and eight-days-growth beard, clinging
there all over.  Ivan slurped and swallowed what he could, but as the man
passed out and Ivan got to his feet, he felt sticky all over his lower face
and runnulets of jism made their way down his jowls to his neck.
     Ivan turned to see Pavel bobbing like a maniac, the man grunting
eagerly like a big beast and Ivan watched his son as Pavel brought the man
to his climax.  As the man's face flushed red and his teeth bared in a
grimace and his throat lined with bulging ligaments from his ear to his
shoulders, Pavel dove down and held the man's cock all the way inside him
and the man fucked at Pavel's throat in a frenzy and Pavel gave a gagging
choke and audibly swallowed the man's come-- gurgle-gulp, gurgle-gulp,
gurgle-gulp!
     The man collapsed at the end of it, his still-hard cock popping out of
Pavel's mouth and the man fell backwards to slam against the door and slump
there, his cock shining, lying across his open fly.  Pavel gasped for
breath, his hand fondling his crotch, his chest heaving.  This was more
than out-of-breath, Ivan realized.  So did Anton, and the big Russian bear
of a man went over and pushed Ivan's son to his back and ministered to the
youngster's need, his beard brushing Pavel's balls as he sucked Pavel's
virile young prick into his mouth.  Ivan smiled; he would have to get to
know this man better, strong yet gentle in his actions.
     "Help me tie this man up!" Mayor Thesian reminded Ivan.  "And wipe
your chin, you're drooling."
     Ivan grinned as he fumbled at his chin, and looked around.  Two of the
other three Connobarans had had the pods used on them, and were now passed
out; Ivan couldn't tell who had done the honors in their cases; too many
candidates.  The third was now soundly bound and gagged--David had brought
the rope from their laundry line and had used it on the man and was now
tying as the other two were dragged over.  "I've got two more for you over
here, David." he said.  "No hurry.  They'll be out for a while.  Pavel and
I have taken them out."
     He walked over to where Colonel Slayton was at the conscious
Connobaran, snarling at the man, "If I remove your gag, will you not
shout?"
     "Don't do it." Ivan said.  "There are probably two more outside.
He'll shout, all right."
     "How do you know?" Colonel Slayton asked.
     "Seven is what I overheard were here, and I recognize some of these as
part of the group that took me back to Connobar." Ivan explained.  He
looked around.  "Where are Al and Lukas?"
     David said, "Hush!  They're on a reconnoiter."
     "I'm sure those other two are outside." Ivan said.
     "They took some pods with them, and are slipping out through Fortin's
room.  They'll be all right." David said.  "Trust them."  Fortin's window
was behind some bushes; he had complained about the morning sun shining in
when very young.  It was a good place to sneak out of the house without
being seen.
     "I will." Ivan said, wishing his own training had included such useful
tasks, instead of concentrating on such tasks as high-gee ship-handling and
deep-space scanner interpretation.  But his training was for war in space,
not in a jungle.  All he had was some basic-training tactics such as
swinging from ropes and rappelling down sides of high walls, and that was
nearly twelve years ago.
     A brief shout from outside, quickly squelched, and Ivan's fretting
increased.  He stayed where he was.  His getting involved could only hurt
their chances, and concentrated on listening for the family shout of
warning.  If he heard "Cooee!" even once, he was going outside and be
damned with the consequences.
     A longer time of silence.  The one shout was all Ivan had heard.  It
was only one shout, he kept telling himself.  But that shout had sounded
like Al's voice!
     Ivan was about to boil when he heard, "All clear, guys!" in Al's
voice.  "Can we get some help out here?"
     Ivan ran out gladly and found his husband standing over an unconscious
and partially- unclad Connobaran.  Al was standing with pants at mid-thigh
and coated in mud, and Ivan grabbed him and kissed him just as he was!
     "Whoa!" Al said.  "Let's get these men tied up first!"
     "How many were there?" Ivan asked.  Al produced rope from the barn,
apparently having gotten it sometime in the course of his trip, and began
tying the Connobaran's hands and feet.
     "Just two." Al said.  "Lukas and I made sure before we jumped them.
Didn't you hear that one guy yell?"
     "I sure did." Ivan said.  "I thought it was you."
     "Only indirectly." Al grinned.  "He had a nice, tight ass!  I think it
was cherry."
     "But he did have an orgasm?" Ivan asked.  Was this man truly out from
the pods, or just knocked out by a rough fuck?
     "Sure." Al said.  "I hit his button all right.  It works for you,
doesn't it?"  He finished tying his man up and Ivan kissed him again.
"Let's get this man inside and wait for them to wake up.  We've got
questions to ask."

			     END OF CHAPTER 11