PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter 24
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		    "Does Blond and Blond Make Black?"

     Ivan listened as the refrain sounded again.  "Okay, citizens, take up
your position.  This Facilitator is disobedient, so be prepared for
anything.  You only get one chance."
     Ivan shuddered as Lance's hand stroked him again.  Lance had
apparently trained for this somewhat, he was awkward but not
uncomprehending.  Ivan closed his eyes as the two men knelt down in front
of him, laid their egg at his knees in the depression meant for it.  His
cock ached from the orgasms and still he was stroked.  This would continue
throughout the day, again and again without respite.  This planet altered a
man's body, let him endure more sexually than he ever had before, but this
would strain even his altered body to its very limit.
     "He's getting a little tired, citizens." Lance said to the new couple.
"Maybe you'd better go slower for a while.  Give him a chance.  I know this
one, he's a nice guy willing to give you a child if he can."
     "I want to give all Connobarans children.  But without the
Facilitators." Ivan said.
     "What do you mean?" Lance asked as he stroked Ivan harder and Ivan
groaned with the pain-pleasure of the gray-clad soldier's hand on his cock.
Made up for the mediocre fuck Merrick was giving him.
     "He's crazy!" scoffed Merrick as he hunched at Ivan's ass.  "All
Facilitators go crazy after a while, Lance.  Don't listen to him."
     "If you won't let me speak to the Council, I can't be responsible for
the tragedy of tonight." Ivan said.
     "See?  He speaks in riddles."
     "No riddles.  Truth." Ivan said.  "If we don't make peace today, then
by tomorrow, there will be sorrow throughout Connobar."  He *was* speaking
in riddles, to entice the Connobarans, and Lance in particular, into
listening to him.  But if he said bluntly that he had arranged a raid on
the northern valley, then his own men would suffer.
     "What is it, Ivan?" Lance hissed in his ear.
     "We have the power now to destroy each other." Ivan said.  "But why
don't we work together instead of against each other?  Our people are
willing to help Connobarans have children, we just don't want to do it as
slaves.  Would you want to be here?  Would you want your child strung up
here?"
     "No." Lance admitted.
     "Then ask the Council to speak with me." Ivan said.  "I have the
authority to speak for my valley.  It's why I came back.  To speak with
your Council, as an equal, to work out a way we can live together.  That's
diplomacy."
     "I don't know." Lance said doubtfully.
     "Hey, keep stroking that cock." one of the Connobaran couples said.
Ivan looked down to see another young couple, one of them showing definite
African ancestry, the other a rather typical blond-haired Connobaran.  Both
of them were heavily muscled, enough so that Ivan was sure they were
weightlifters.  Both were stroking their cocks in the Connobaran fashion
(their hands were pulsing rather than pumping), but slowly and without
speed.  Ivan knew his own orgasm was some time in the future, and so that
was for the best.  He swayed with the fucking Merrick was giving him, but
it was as if it were happening to someone else.  Even when Merrick began to
groan in his ear, Ivan felt no stirring of passion or desire, even when the
hot jism filled his ass and dribbled out to splatter on the floor, Ivan
felt nothing, no interest.
     "Okay, Lance, your turn on his butt." Merrick said.  "Damn dull fuck,
if you ask me.  I don't see why I couldn't have fucked him our own way."
     "You were supposed to be turning him on." Lance said sharply.  "Not
his fault if you failed."
     "I suppose you could do better?" Merrick demanded.  "This I got to
see." he stepped aside, pulling his Nazi uniform together.
     "Go ahead." Ivan said.  "I do want to give these men a child.  I do
feel for you Connobarans, having to wait for your child, and then to take
such a risk to make one.  If all of my people will assist, you could have
children whenever you wanted.  That's what I want, as well."
     "Then why do your people fight us?" Lance asked as he stepped behind,
to fish his cock out of his uniform and accept the ministration of the
lubricant from Lothar, who apparently was in charge of this group.
     "Because no one wants to be slaves." Ivan said.
     Lance gently inserted his cock into Ivan's ass.  Lance had some
finesse to his movements and Ivan knew and liked Lance, he sighed as the
long cock slid into him and found the button inside.
     "Oh, like that." Ivan sighed.  "Then why do you help your Council
imprison us?  When there is no need?  Call back your forces from our
valley, and come to us as friends and we will help you make all the
children you want.  We only want the choice.  Is that so hard to
understand?"
     "I understand." Lance said.  "Is this what you want to offer the
Council?"  He began to slowly fuck Ivan's ravaged butt, and Ivan moaned
softly as the long Aryan prong caressed his prostate.  Lance's cock was
arced just enough to press down firmly!  Heaven!
     "Yes." Ivan gasped.  "Would you carry a message to them for me.  Tell
them to speak with me, today, please."
     "I'll think about it.  I'm not as friendly with the Council as I used
to be.  A little matter of an unauthorized child, you may remember."  Lance
began to fuck Ivan's ass harder and Ivan groaned with a rising need once
again.  Another Guardsman, this one downy-cheeked and youthful, still a lad
even by this planet's standards, he stepped up and took Ivan's thick meat
in his hands like it was a living creature he wasn't sure he trusted not to
bite him.  Ivan smiled at the young man and said, "Just stroke it like you
saw your comrades do it."
     "I know what to do." the young man said.
     "Then in a few minutes, these men will have a son, and I will have
another son." Ivan said.
     "What do you mean?" the young man asked.
     "He's trying to distract you, Boris." Lothar chided him.  "Stroke his
pud for him harder.  More citizens are waiting.  And fuck that butt, Lance.
Fraternization with the enemy can wait until after they're conquered."
     "Yes, sir." Boris said and pounded Ivan's pud with a renewed energy.
Lance speeded up his own fuck and Ivan sighed with the combination of
feelings.  His cock ached, but he could manage it once again.
     "I mean." he gasped.  "That the Facilitator, does more than, just open
the egg, for the Connobaran, couple."
     "Eh?" Lothar asked.
     "We tested a, captured egg, my husband and I.  Just the two of us.  We
started a child, just the two of us.  So any child, I help you create, is
actually half mine.  Look at, your citizens, all of them, blond-haired,
like the First, First Facilitators.  Oh!" Ivan groaned.  "Haven't you, ever
noticed, that sometimes, your children, don't look very much, like you?"
     He had struck home, he realized.  Even as his passion built, the
Connobarans were slowing down.  Boris had dropped Ivan's cock with a
startled gasp.  Lance was holding still.
     Ivan gasped with his need frustrated.  "Look at young Boris." Ivan
said.  "There is an, entire village, of my people who have that color skin,
hair, eyes.  One of his fathers was a man from that village.  Lance, you
were brought into existence by a Facilitator with blond hair and eyes,
yes?"
     "Yes." Lance said, troubled.  "My fathers told me about it.  You're
saying that my fathers weren't...and my son isn't...."
     "He is your son." Ivan said quickly.  "But he will also be mine.  When
he is born, look at him and see my genes.  Half of mine, and half of yours
and Ernst's.  If four Connobarans could get together, shoot at the same
time, they might not need Facilitators at all.  Has that ever been tried?"
     "I don't know." Lance said.
     "Silence, Facilitator." Lothar said quickly and struck Ivan harshly
across the cheek.  "Lance, Boris, return to your duties at once.  And I'll
hear no more nonsense from this Facilitator.  He can facilitate the eggs
without a tongue, you know."
     Boris returned to stroking Ivan's cock, his youthful face troubled and
he regarded Ivan's prong as if it were a dangerous bomb which might explode
in his hand.  Lance began to fuck Ivan's ass again and Ivan looked at
Lothar, decided to keep quiet.  Lance did fuck his ass so very well, and
there was this couple waiting for a child.  He closed his eyes and
concentrated on enjoying this.  He had done as well as he could.  Men were
questioning themselves around him.
     Boris pounded Ivan's pud fiercely and Ivan groaned, began to sway in
time to Lance's jabs into his ass.  "I think he's getting ready." he
opined.
     "Not quite yet." Ivan gasped.  "But soon.  Soon!  Keep it up!  Harder,
boy, harder!"
     "Yes, sir!" Boris said.  Ivan looked down at the youthful figure in
the Nazi uniform working his dick.  Such a handsome lad, almost pretty
rather than handsome.  His dark hair was carefully combed into an arcing
wave across his forehead, his swarthy skin was clear of blemish, yet his
entire body radiated youth and the potential of that age, when nothing has
been decided and all options are still open.
     Boris stroked Ivan and looked up, said suddenly.  "Both my fathers had
blond hair."
     "Boris!" Lothar snapped.
     "They did!" Boris said.  "Why is my hair black?  Does blond and blond
make black?"
     "Black is dominant." Ivan said.  "My people learned that long ago.
Blond hair is always a recessive trait.  You have to have both your parents
be blond-haired to have it.
     "But both my parents were blond-haired."
     "Boris!" Lothar said.
     Boris pounded Ivan's cock again and Ivan, relieved to see that his
words had struck home somewhere, even in this young Guardsman, began to
pant immediately.  "Oh, oh, oh!  Get ready, citizens!" he gasped.  "Oh, oh,
oh!"
     Lance began to fuck him even harder and Ivan heard Lance's breath
hissing in his ear.  "I...believe...you...Ivan." he groaned out and then
his groans became louder and Ivan felt his hot spray splashing his bowels.
     "Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan groaned.  "Here it comes!" he warned the young
couple.  "Now-ow- ow-ow!  Urrr-UGH!"
     Ivan shot his wad onto the egg, a very diminished flow, only Boris'
pulling hand tugged Ivan's body forward enough to let it contact the egg.
     The sparkle began.  Ivan heard the softly muttered words from the
couple and wondered anew what they were.  Seemed to be a standard practice!
And then they shot their wads to join Ivan's on the egg.
     Lothar was watching carefully the egg, and Ivan dared whisper to
Lance.  "Can you get a message to the Council for me?  Please?  It's so
very important I speak with them today."
     "I'll try.  Later." Lance said softly.  "For now, you must concentrate
on your duties as a Facilitator."
     "Agreed." Ivan said, as he gasped in pain.  Lance was cleaning his
cock for him and it hurt like hell.  Boris' turn to fuck his ass, he
supposed.  He looked over at the line of Connobarans, seeing Merrick at the
end of the line, watching him, smirking.  Waiting for his next chance to
fuck Ivan.
     Ivan let it go with Lance's promise, even when Lance joined the end of
the line rather than leave.  He would get a break and could try it then.
If not, then the burning fumes of the Connobarans' egg-plant would convince
Lance to talk.  Ivan felt Boris' slender young cock enter his ass like a
timid guest, and he groaned at the never-ending use of his body.
     Throughout the day, it continued.  Ivan found his cock only got so
sore and no further.  If the Connobaran on stroke duty kept Ivan's foreskin
firmly in hand so that none of the hand contacted Ivan's glans, Ivan was
all right.  But still, the come-loads were smaller and smaller and his body
became less reliable.  To Ivan's dismay, the eighth couple in line missed
their chance.  Ivan had begun to groan and one of them took it for the
orgasm and shot his load, but Ivan wasn't close enough, his orgasm, which
had built, suddenly faded away again, and though Ivan tried hard to
recapture his orgasm--it felt as if his body had just begun sex, rather
than having indulged for hours--the egg, which sparkled at the Connobaran's
load and was joined by his mate's, died before Ivan could make his wad join
theirs inside.  The egg turned a blotchy color, white and brown.
     "I'm so sorry." he said to the couple, as they gathered up the failed
egg.  The young man who had shot too soon was openly crying, and his
husband held the egg in one arm and his lover in the other and they walked
out, to grieve together and wait for their next chance.
     "See what your escape did, Facilitator." Lothar said harshly.  "You've
begun to misfire.  That happens during a punishment phase.  It will happen
more and more throughout the day.  But you don't get to stop!"  He raised
his voice.  "Okay, next couple!  "Okay, citizens, take up your position.
This Facilitator is disobedient, so be prepared for anything.  You only get
one chance."  Another pair of eager faces.
     At mid-day the shift of Guardsmen were changed and Ivan began to hope.
Throughout the afternoon, as he continued to spurt his wad again and again
(thankfully, only the one time was a true misfire, he managed to anticipate
and warn of the false orgasm which precedes the real one in an overworked
organ enough that he could spare the rest of the couples).  He had lost
count of the times he had shot, but it was well over twenty that morning,
and the Guardsmen of the afternoon shift were halfway through their second
round.  Thirty-five in all? Make it forty or more!  And this afternoon
Guard were unknown to Ivan and he didn't try to speak with them.  Just a
round of hands on his cocks and cocks in his ass, both wielded by
gray-uniformed Connobaran soldiers.  Again and again he heard the refrain.
He was a disobedient Facilitator, so be prepared.
     He waited for the Council to summon him, but the afternoon wore on and
nothing happened.  Ivan waited and shot his load and waited and shot his
load.  And still nothing.
     At long, long last, the day was over and Ivan was released from his
shackles.  He walked exhaustedly with the captives and they took him to his
room.  He was grateful to find his clothing in there and reached for the
communicator unit.
     It was vibrating!  He pressed the button and heard the message left.
From Colonel Slayton.  "Ivan, we'll be striking tonight.  Hope you've had
luck with the Council, but if not, look for three flares in the north.
We'll draw their attention before we set the fires.  And we have a good
supply of the seeds so we can slash and burn their crop.  It'll be a
beautiful blaze, I can promise you that.  Hope you can convince them not to
do it."
     Ivan pressed his transmit button.  Colonel Slayton answered quickly.
"Ivan!"
     "I'm here."
     "Where are you?  We were worried about you."
     "Captured by the Connobarans.  But I have managed to tell several
people that I came to speak to the Council.  And made vague prophecies of
doom for tonight.  Set them up as well as I could."
     "That's good."
     "Any further news?"
     "All of it bad." Colonel Slayton said.
     "Let me hear it." Ivan said.  Nothing good from today in his book,
except that the Facilitators had all gotten away.  All but him.  His poor
cock!  It ached and he had five more days if the Council didn't listen!
     "The Slan ship attacked the Temple.  A straight bombing run.  We
blasted their ship out of the sky with our starboard batteries after the
pass, but two missiles made it into the Temple.  Several people died in the
blasts.  And the Tree burned.  We tried to save it, but it went up
completely."
     "And so it begins." Ivan said.  "How many casualties?"
     "We don't know." Colonel Slayton said.  "The Temple was a refugee
point.  A lot.  But your son is safe, Ivan.  I checked on that when I'd
heard he went there."
     "Thank you." Ivan said.  Pavel was safe, though he had seen what Ivan
had hoped to spare him, the dead and fragmented bodies of human beings.
This war had become bloody.  And how many Slan had been on the ship?  Put
it aside, grieve later.  "What about Marine?"
     "Still holding out." Colonel Slayton said.  "But they took a lot of
snakes yesterday.  A new breed, this one attaches and doesn't let go no
matter how long it milks you."
     "Always a new weapon in war." Ivan said.  "What about our own attacks?
     "More raids as before.  An entire wagon of eggs bound through the pass
were smashed by the Zeta Squad.  Six fertilized ones were returned to their
owners with polite gestures.  More rapes on both sides, I guess the
Connobarans feel that they should get to retaliate.  The Angels are doing
wonderfully as messengers and couriers.  The Connobarans seem to be
terrified of them.  We managed a raid which freed some of the Turtle Men.
But the Connobarans pretty much control the entire valley now.  Every man
in the valley is either a prisoner or in hiding, except for those in
Marine.  It's the last stronghold.  That man-made island was a wonderful
idea."
     "Didn't seem so at the time we built it." Ivan said.  "But the news is
not as bad as I feared.  The Tree is gone but we know how to make children
with the eggs.  So save those seeds carefully.  The Connobarans don't get
all of them back.  Send half of them into safekeeping somewhere."
     "Will do.  Watch the northern sky in about another hour and you'll see
the flares."
     "I'll try to draw a crowd for you." Ivan said.  "And don't bother
trying to contact me during the day.  I'll call you again this time
tomorrow night.  Do things as you see fit.  Good work, Colonel."
     "Thank you, sir.  Slayton out."
     Ivan looked out his window.  Now how did he manage to draw a crowd in
a city that literally closed up at night?

AUTHORS NOTE:  I'LL BE CONCLUDING THIS STORY WITH CHAPTER 26.