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