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                      PLANET OF DESIRE

                         Chapter 16
                       "Damned Lucky"

     Ivan's mind was a blur after that.  He had vague
memories of being picked up and moved in various locations,
a prick in his elbow as a doctor in a white smock drew blood
while someone probed in his anus, answering questions though
he could no longer remember either the questions or his
answers, and then blackness, when he was again aware of
himself, it was daylight, and he was in prison in a small
room barely five feet by seven feet, lying on a small mat.
     He went over the events of the night before and moaned
again.  How could he have done such a thing, even with some
kind of pod shoved under his nose?  Was there a monster
inside, begging to get out?  Or was it revenge at his
treatment at McElby's twisted hands?
     Ivan looked up as the door opened, and David and
Captain Swenson entered, a third Marine behind them he
recognized as the man who had given him the rather
insultingly familiar examination after the arrest.  Neither
were smiling at all.
     "I am in charge of the investigation for the
prosecution." Captain Swenson said without a trace of
kindness.  Indeed, he seemed almost hostile.  "Second
Lieutenant Martin will represent you during the court-
martial."  He introduced the third Marine; Ivan saw now he
bore major's oakleaves on his shoulders and the caduceus on
his collar; he was a medical officer.  "This is Major
Thesian.  We all wish to ask you some more questions."
     "I understand."
     "What we want now, both of us, is your version of
events.  Tell us in your own words what happened."
     Ivan told them as much as he remembered.  When it came
time for his own actions, he gulped, stuttered, but told it
all in every detail.
     After he was done, Major Thesian said, "How many of the
pods did Lieutenant McElby use on you?"
     "Two, I think." Ivan grimaced.  "One when I refused
him, the second when I began to resist again."
     "And you used two on him?"
     "Yes."
     "Was it possible you used more than two of them?"
     Ivan thought of the feel under his hands.  "No.  I
definitely only used one at a time.  I'm sure of that."
     "Did you know that the floor and bed bore the husks of
six of these pods?"  Major Thesian lifted up an odd shaped
plant, triangular fruit on a ring of leaves, rather like an
elongated strawberry.  But it pulsed, glowed with a purplish
light.
     "Is that what they were?" Ivan looked up, curious,
almost forgetting his plight.  "What are they?"
     "On Earth, this would have been a simple jalapeno
pepper.  Here on Desire, it's a deadly drug bearing
soporific and aphrodisiac powers."
     Ivan got sidetracked.  "Desire?  Is that what this
planet is named?"  Captain Swenson nodded and Ivan smirked.
"Appropriate."
     "We haven't time for that.  Are you aware of the
penalty for engaging in sexual intercourse on military
property?"
     "Yes, sir, I am." Ivan said.
     "Very well.  Our investigation will continue.  Do you
wish to confer with counsel?"
     Ivan cocked his head at David, received a small shake
of the head.  "Not right now."
     "We will keep you informed of our investigation." Dr.
Thesian stayed only long enough to draw another blood sample
from Ivan, and they left.
     Ivan stayed there for quite some time, then came a
rattle of the lock, and the door was flung wide.  "You may
go, sir." came the respectful voice.
     Ivan was timid as he looked out into the hall.  There,
waiting, this time with smiles, were Captain Swenson and
David.  Major Thesian waited behind.
     "What now?" he asked.
     "You have the damnedest luck." Captain Swenson
complained.  "Fools and children, and you're no child."
     "It's all right?" Ivan couldn't believe that himself.
     "You should have been stripped of command and kicked
out of the Corps.  Instead, you're in and McElby is out."
     "Out?  What happened?"
     David led them down the hall and into an interview
room.  "We'd best catch you up on events.  First off, there
was the medical examination.  McElby's story didn't match
the facts."
     "You engaged in anal intercourse with each other, which
you admitted and he denied.  His sperm was identified in the
rectal exam."  Major Thesian explained.  "Then the blood
samples showed the drug in both your bodies.  McElby claimed
that you used all six of the pods on him."
     "What happened to the other two?" Ivan asked.
     "That was one thing that saved you.  Judging from the
drug levels in your system, McElby used them on you two at a
time, in two doses.  Fully enough to render you unconscious.
You must have a strong natural resistance to the drug.  As
it was, an unwilling dosage of narcotics is at least partial
grounds for erratic behavior."
     "Also, Ivan, there was the way you arrived." David
smiled.  "Stark naked, with no opportunity to leave the
post.  Where would you have gotten the pods?"
     "Finally there was Private Jackson." Captain Swenson
finished.
     "Who's Private Jackson?"
     "The last man McElby used the pods on.  He was able to
give us grounds to search McElby's possessions, and we found
a good-sized box full of them.  Final determination of the
Colonel, you are cleared of all charges due to a forced
narcotic influence.  McElby was dismissed from the service
and relegated to the civilian work detail.  He'll begin as
soon as Major Thesian releases him from the hospital."
     "That will be a few days.  You really damaged him, you
know."
     "That makes two of us." Ivan frowned.  "That bastard,
he kept coming back.  Again and again, every time he could
find me alone, he was right there, waving his cock at me."
     "You never told me." David said, concerned.
     Ivan shrugged.  "I didn't want to get you into trouble.
That was the second time.  First time, I was attached to
that plant.  McElby wasn't the only Marine to use my body
that day.  And the third, you know about."
     "Oh, Ivan." David lifted his arms, would have taken
Ivan in them had there not been the witnesses.  Ivan smiled
to say that he knew, and David jammed his hands firmly into
his pockets.
     "Will you be ready to resume normal work duties
tonight, Lieutenant Paskov?" Captain Swenson asked.
     "Yes, sir." Ivan said.
     "Good.  We are shorthanded.  Be ready in four hours."
     "Yes, sir." Ivan remembered the plan.  If it was still
valid.  "Sir, permission to leave the post tomorrow?  I saw
lights last night before finishing my shift and would like
to investigate in person."
     "Permission granted." Captain Swenson said.  Behind the
other two, he gave Ivan a quick nod and wink.  The plan was
still on.  "On condition I be permitted to scout with you.
Been a while since I had a good reason to get off this base
and crawl through the brush."
     "I could use a back-up." Ivan acknowledged.  He looked
at David.  "Or even two."
     "You've got it."
     "Colonel wants me to take over McElby's shift." Major
Thesian complained.  "I'm a medical man, not an
administrator.  If we lose all of you on this skulk, we'll
be hurt damned badly."
     "I'll tell the men to go easy on you." Captain Swenson
said.  "But we'll give you an easy shift to begin with.
Say, nine o'clock in the morning to mid-afternoon?  Slowest
time we have on this base."
     "All right.  Just don't dawdle out there."
     "We won't." Ivan said.  "That rock can't be more than
an hour's walk.  We should be back in plenty of time."
     "In that jungle?  You'll spend hours fucking your
brains out." Major Thesian groused.  "I'll be lucky if
you're back in six days, much less six hours.  Try not to
stick anything too big up your asses while you're gone.  I'm
running low on the proper sutures."  And he left.
     Ivan looked at Captain Swenson, who gave a wry smile.
"Major Thesian seems to be tired of treating the men for
fucking too much out there."
     "I can see how that would be his most pressing
problem." Ivan acknowledged.
     "We'll make our plans tonight, if the Slan are still
there."
     "Are they?" Ivan asked.  "Are they Slan?"
     "We presume so." Captain Swenson said.  "That's why I
want to go along."
     They were playacting for a camera which might not
exist.
     "Confirm their existence." Ivan said.  "Then invite the
Colonel for a second look and then we'll make our plans."
     "I agree, Lieutenant.  Well, you'll want to go shower
and change your clothes.  Be ready for your duties at 1800
hours."
     "Yes, sir." Ivan's heart was singing as he cleansed
himself and dressed in crisp, new clothes.  McElby was no
longer a problem, and the plan was still on track.  He went
to do his shift almost singing.
     His song stopped as he looked at the prisoners shuffle
along.  This was not the sort of thing any military
organization should be involved in.  Marines should do the
digging if digging were to be done.  He wanted to tell the
prisoners of the plans to free them, but knew the risk was
too great.  For now, he must cooperate in their enslavement,
so that all might be free.
     He noticed a few being led to the area known as the
Cantina and noticed, as well, that the prisoners were happy
at this.  Some sex, then, went on under the Commander's
nose.  The rest probably made do with furtive acts under the
covers, with each other or other Marines.
     Night fell, and he hovered at the edge of the Cantina,
looking down but unable to see anything, only hearing the
sounds of passion.  He stroked his cock in its brand-new
fatigues, the shush of cotton boxers vibrated through him,
and he sighed.  After his shift, maybe he and David
could...but David was too uncomfortable with that, there
were too many people around (he remembered David pushing
away his hands the night before, and without the pink mist
there had been no need to insist).
     That was his problem!  He was too close to the pink
mist, here at the edge of the Cantina.  It was getting to
him.  That was all.
     He went back to the guard house, now very quiet, took a
seat in the chair behind the desk, checked the time.  Three
more hours before David arrived.  Where was David, anyway?
Resting, probably.  Maybe David would sneak away to their
room in the wee hours of the morning.  Ivan felt himself
asleep in his bed, the hands crawling under his covers to
gently wake and rouse him at the same time, turning to see
David's face...
     Damn it all!  Too much pink mist!  Damn, he was horny.
He decided to hit the Cantina after his shift, if David
wasn't willing to take the risk.
     "Uh, begging the Lieutenant's pardon?" came a soft
voice.
     Ivan started to stand, but his cock was too hard, and
it was only a couple of privates standing there.  "Yes?" He
settled for asking.
     "Uh, Privates Jackson and Jablonski, sir."
     "Come in, come in." Ivan said heartily.  Get his mind
off his erection, that would make it go down.  He looked at
the two men entering.  Jablonski he had seen briefly the day
before, dark brown hair, thin-faced, but very friendly and
open in his features.  Quite handsome.
     Jackson..."Are you the one I have to thank for my
freedom, Private?"
     "Uh, yes, sir." the man looked down, giving Ivan a look
at his close-cropped hair and scalp.  Jackson was a shy
acting sort of guy, with brown hair and eyes, and a face
that was rounded but quite good looking.  Both the men had
the typical Marine build, muscular without being body-
builders, solid rather than svelte, the sort of man who
could storm a beachhead or tramp forty miles without getting
tired.
     "Actually, sir." Private Jackson said, "That's sort of
why we're here."
     "Is it?  Well, I certainly want to shake your hand and
thank you.  If you hadn't spoken up, it'd be me on the work
detail, not McElby."
     "Yes, sir." Private Jackson looked over at Jablonski.
They were obviously good friends.  Easy enough to figure out
why; with their names they would have been alphabetized into
close contact, assigned to the same rooms, given adjacent
bunks, put on the same work details, even standing at
attention side by side.
     "Go ahead.  Ask him." Jablonski smiled.  He smiled at
Ivan, as well.
     "Well, sir, what we were talking about, wondering, that
is, well, sir...."
     "Go ahead, Private." Ivan smiled in his turn.  He owed
this guy a favor, which is obviously what he wanted.
     "Well, we understand that you, uh, that you, well, that
you fucked Lieutenant McElby."
     "Yes." Ivan said.
     "Well, sir, you don't know Lieutenant McElby's
reputation among his men, sir, though you might guess from
what happened, but, well, we all knew that he was a real
tight-ass in more ways than one.  I mean, sir, on this
world, before we dug that trench, we was all real horny, and
after all, under such circumstances, a Marine should help
out his buddy, there not being any women available at all,
and, well, McElby was always the one who held out.  Some of
us would try, when he'd fuck us, to fuck him ourselves, and
he always pushed us away."
     "In other words, sir, you popped the most famous cherry
in our unit." Jablonski grinned.  "Sort of gave you a
reputation, seeing how you laid McElby up.  Word kind of
spread from the orderlies that he was plugged but good."
     "All right." Ivan was feeling better about that rape,
given the circumstances, but he didn't want to prolong the
memory. "I can see how I could get a reputation that way.
Now what's the favor you two are obviously wanting of me?"
     "Well, sir." Jackson said.
     "Go on, Private." Ivan ordered. "Spit it out."
     "We'd like to see it, sir, if you don't mind." Jackson
blurted.
     "See it?"
     "See the schlong that popped McElby's cherry."
Jablonski said, no longer smiling.  Instead, he, they both,
looked...sort of hungry.
     "If you would please, sir.  We don't have to touch it
or nothing, and we don't want to get you into trouble, but,
well, we got a bet going.  On how big it is, and so on."
     "You want...to see my...dick?" Ivan said slowly.
     "Yes, sir.  And if you could, maybe we could get a look
at it, well, when it's, uh...."
     "Ready?" Ivan suggested.
     "Yes, sir." Jackson blushed bright beet-red.  Jablonski
looked at his shoes.
     Ivan sighed.  "I suppose we could arrange a showing
under safer circumstances."
     "You're worried about the Commander, sir?" Jackson
said, serious.
     "Wouldn't you be, in my shoes?"
     "Yes, sir.  He does watch all of us, sir.  But not
tonight, sir.  He's at his regular poker game with Captain
Swenson, Major Thesian and Lieutenant Martin.  His cameras
are on, sir, but I'm the one supposed to be watching them.
I switched the recording off, sir, long enough for us to
come here.  I'm his personal orderly.  He won't be able to
see us."
     Ivan realized he was risking the plan yet again.  But
he was horny, and he believed these young men.  "I suppose
there's nothing wrong with a quick look." He said, and stood
up, unzipped his trousers.  His cock was rock-hard again,
and he yanked it out to stand rigid and red in front of the
goggle-eyed privates.
     "Jesus Christ." Jablonski breathed.
     "Holy Moses." Jackson said.  "It's a real monster, sir.
You made McElby take that?"
     Ivan smiled.  Such unadultered worship of his cock, it
stroked his ego and gave him a lot of pleasure.  "Yes, I
did."
     "Wow." Jablonski said almost prayerfully.
     "Sir?" Jackson said, a word like a sigh.
     "Yes, Private?"
     "Could I, you know, could I...touch it?"
     "If you want to." Ivan said.  "Get on your knees and
get over here, get yourself a nice, close look, Private."
     Both of the Marines darted around each side of the
desk, went down on their knees in front of Ivan.  Jackson
reached up to tentatively, bashfully take it in his hands.
He wrapped his fingers around it and gave the foreskin a
push, revealing the pulsating head, and pulled on it, and a
clear bead of precome swelled out of the slit.
     Jackson moaned and reached out his tongue, a pink
triangle to lap at the bead, and when he brought his head
back, a string like a clear strand of spider-web connected
his tongue with Ivan's cock, bowed downwards, and a bubble
of saliva stretched it down to snap and fall against the
private's olive-green shirt.
     Jackson rolled his tongue in his mouth, tasting the
salty offering, and went back for more, this time to take
all of Ivan's cockhead, and Ivan sighed, reached down and
grabbed Jackson's head, feeling the prickles of the freshly-
cut fuzz of hair, guided his cock into the willing mouth to
the very base, a mouth that welcomed his cock with copious
flows of saliva that greased it and let it continue on its
journey.
     Jackson held the cock there in his throat as if wanting
it to remain there for eternity, finally reluctantly allowed
the cock to escape and, as he did, Jablonski dived forward
to taste the barrel of the shaft with his lips, running them
back and forth along the length.  And Jackson took it again,
down to the base, and Jablonski scooted into a sitting
position to rest on one hand and come at Ivan from below, to
taste Ivan's balls while Jackson continued to love the
manmeat with competent thrusts.
     Ivan knew the danger here, and didn't dare prolong this
experience, wonderful as it was.  He let his passions go
where they would without hindrance, and was soon on the
verge.
     "Private.  I'm about to shoot it, Private." he gasped.
     Jackson and Jablonski had planned this, for they
shifted to sit side by side and with their lips on either
side of Ivan's cock, ran them back and forth, jerking the
foreskin with their coordinated slides, and Ivan gasped,
jerked, spasmed, his cock fell from their lips and into one
of Jackson's waiting hands, and a single jerk from him and
Ivan shot his load.
     It flew in a mad rush, a spray that had no cohesion but
instead was flying in all directions at each spurt.  Ivan's
load coated the faces and shirts of the two privates, fell
onto their cocks (when had they taken them out?) in their
flailing hands, falling like rain and spotting them where it
landed.
     Jackson and Jablonski had this in common, a love of the
come-shot, for as Ivan's load hit them, their own orgasms
took over and Ivan saw with the haze of his desire that they
both shot their wads into the air, to fall back on
themselves where the load didn't manage to gain altitude,
those missiles made it onto Ivan's pants legs and splattered
his shined-black boots with seeds of milky white Marine
come.
     Ivan sat back in his chair, exhausted, and Jackson and
Jablonski quickly took on their task of cleaning with their
suctioning mouths Ivan's cock squeaky clean of the remnants
of his jism, then when they saw their comrade's face bearing
splashes of Ivan's come, reached for it and kissed each
other clean.
     Jackson stood up, looked at himself.  "Guess I'd better
put these in the wash tonight, sir.  Wouldn't do to have the
Commander see me with stains on my clothing."
     Ivan grinned.  "I guess not."
     Each of the men pushed his cock back into his clothing
and zipped himself; the privates were obviously a bit
embarrassed at themselves.  Ivan felt it, himself.
     "Well, we'd like to thank you, sir, for settling our
bet.  And for the other, too, that was right nice of you to
let us do that."
     "Any time, Private." Ivan remembered Jackson's cock, a
nice hunk of Marine sausage.  "I hope to return the favor
some day."
     "You could take us on your little expedition tomorrow,
sir?" Jablonski chipped in.
     Ivan looked at the two men.  So that was what this was
all about!  "You know about it?"
     "Commander was discussing it with the Captain when they
left for their game." Jackson admitted.  "We'd like to go.
Not much reason for a good Marine to leave this place,
unless you tagged along with McElby and his group, and I
never liked what they'd do on those excursions.  Not what a
proper Marine should get involved in.  So we'd appreciate
the chance to get into that jungle again.  We liked that
pink mist before the rift cut us off from it, and would kind
of like an excuse to wade back into it.  Cantina's nice, but
not much else to do.  I joined the Marines to see new
places, not hide from them."
     Jackson obviously had decided Ivan was a friend, and
was now talkative instead of shy.  He thought about the
privates' request.  He didn't know who was in on the plot,
but knew who did.  That made his decision for him.
     "Well, ask the Captain.  It's okay with me if it's okay
with him.  We don't expect too much excitement, though, I
warn you.  Just a quick reconnoiter and return."
     "That'd be fine." Jablonski said.  "We'll see what the
Captain thinks of sending an entire squad.  Of the right
men, of course.  Be more fun, that way."
     Ivan had to agree.  He'd like to see more of these two
Marines.
     First, though, he had to speak to David.  Find out if
they had something, or not.

                      END OF CHAPTER 16

                TO BE CONTINUED (OF COURSE!)