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.