PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter Six
		   "What Kind of World is This, Anyway?"

     Connobar was a thriving town with a population of nearly twenty
thousand, Ivan was told.  It looked in many ways like a Medieval town,
filled with happy, well-dressed people, working at a variety of skilled
tasks.  Ivan began to look back on the life he had built and felt like a
barbarian.  Their life was like his own only in two ways, there were only
men about, and the pink mist saw to it that sex was a regular and public
event.  Many streets had sections set aside for sexual gatherings.  One of
Ivan's guards, a man named Lance, pointed out the first one.  "Any time we
feel the need, we just head there.  Plenty of people there at all hours if
you don't have anyone handy.  If you do, you both go there."  Ivan peered
at the clean, well-fed faces and bodies engaged in a tangle of sexual
pleasure made odd by only one thing.  Everyone was holding completely
still.  Most were using their mouths on each other, though Ivan noticed a
few in fuck position.  They just held still, only small sounds of pleasure
animating them, so that even the roar of orgasm a few of them gave forth
was a surprise to the casual observer.
     "How do your people manage sex while holding still?" Ivan asked.
     Lance laughed.  "We were all wondering why your people have to move
about so much to have sex." he said.  "All of our people have this gift,
and always have for all of our history.  We have extra control over our
muscles, including the ones in our throats, our cocks and our butts, and
that's all it takes.  I can't explain why to you.  It just is that way.
Anyway, here we are.  Your new home."
     Ivan looked up at the large building.  "Facilitators" was its sole
title.  A steady queue of people were waiting in an orderly but somewhat
impatient line at its door.  Ivan expected them to join the line, but Lance
pushed through to the front.  "Make way, make way.  New facilitator here."
he called out.
     Ivan was led bodily by the ropes that still bound him, and felt eyes
appraising him.  "Nice body.  Healthy." he heard one man say to another.
They were masturbating each other as they waited.  "Bound to make good
babies with his help." the other agreed.  "Come on, stud, I'm getting ready
to shoot.  Move that hand like it was your throat!"  His companion obliged
by moving his hand, not in a stroking fashion, but by pulsating his fingers
in a rocking motion.
     Ivan looked at the large line waiting and groaned.  Was he to take
care of all these men?  Him and six others?
     Inside, Ivan found that even more people were inside, that the crowds
outside were merely those on "standby", waiting for the off-chance to
replace anyone inside who changed his mind.  Lance explained that "it's a
long shot, but with your own appointment with a facilitator as much as five
years away, plenty of people show up and hope.  Some of those men have been
in line for days.  You wait as long as you can and hope to be lucky.  It's
what made the Council vote for annexation of your valley."
     Lance and the other guard (Ivan had never heard him speak nor had
Lance spoken to him) steered Ivan through the crowds and Ivan found his
identity as a facilitator made him almost a hero to these people.  For a
time he thought that maybe the sheer numbers might come to his aid, if only
to yank him away for their own purposes (and he could escape), but that
didn't happen.
     "We'll let you bed down for tonight." Lance said as he took Ivan up
stairs.  Facilitators have the entire top floor and the roof for their use.
I hope you're not stupid enough to try to escape from there by jumping or
anything.  High enough up to break a leg, but you'll probably live through
it."
     On the top floor, Ivan's bonds were removed and clothing was taken
from him, and, nude, he was put inside a room.  "Welcome to your new home,
facilitator.  We've put you in with a roommate.  I'm told that facilitators
usually manage to have sex at night despite the rigors of the daily
milkings.  This one came to us out of the sky about five years ago.  You
should have plenty to talk about."
     Ivan looked around the room and despaired.  Comfortable, it was like a
prison cell in that nothing inside could help him escape.  The mattress was
sewn tightly and no coverings were available.  Food was in a bowl on an
alcove with walls and floor shaped into what could serve as table and
chair, pieces of fruit and bread and cooked meat already cut into
mouth-sized bites.  No silverware and the bowl looked too fragile to do any
good.  No, there was nothing in the room that could help him.
     Ivan lay on the mattress and gave himself to despair.  After a time,
just before dark, the door opened and a man walked in, nude as himself.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
     "Your new roommate, I guess." Ivan said, getting up.  "My name is Ivan
Paskov.  Are you the facilitator I was told about?"
     "Yeah." the man said.  "But who are you, Ivan Paskov?  Where do you
come from?"
     "Originally from St. Petersburg, Russia." Ivan said.  "I crashed here
with my scout ship almost ten years ago and been on this planet ever
since."
     The man goggled at him.  "You're an Earthman too?  Oh, thank God!"  It
all came out in a babble, his name was George Franklin, an American like
David, and a member of the Space Scouts same as Ivan.  He had joined the
military when he graduated high school.  "The Slan War is going badly for
us, or was when I crashed here." he said.  "Unless there's a real break,
Earth is going to lose."  George talked on about training to fly a
scoutship, and on his very first mission, he was caught in the field same
as Ivan remembered, and found himself coming in on a jungle- filled valley.
"But I saw the next valley was populated and I thought if I could get over
to this city, I could be rescued quicker."  So George told of how he
managed to skim the atmosphere, pick up a bit of lift, clear the mountain
range barely by finding the very pass whereby Ivan had entered Connobar,
and crashed just outside the town.
     "Then I got out of the ship just in time for it to blow a big hole in
the ground, heard voices and saw myself surrounded by these Nazis."  George
said.
     Ivan goggled.  THAT was where he had seen the gray uniforms before, in
old movies and books about Earth's Second World War.  But why would the
Connobarans pick that uniform?  It looked good on their men, Ivan admitted,
but it's other connotations....  Ivan hoped that the look was the only
reason they wore that uniform.
     "They grabbed me and led me here." George concluded.  "I've been
wanking my meat for them ever since, them and their damned egg-babies."  He
gave a near-hysterical laugh.  "I joined the Scouts to serve mankind, I
said.  And here I am serving these people, whoever they are, by being some
sort of stud animal.  Even then, at night, I can't sleep without wanking
some more.  What kind of world is this, anyway?" he said, pleading.
"You're a fellow Earthman, can you explain this place to me?"
     Ivan did what he could, telling of his own adventures and the strange
alien who dwelled inside the planet.  He told of his life after, as well,
and his family waiting for him back on his farm.  "So I am going to escape
as quickly as I can."
     George laughed a mean laugh.  "Good luck, man." He said.  "There's no
way out, except straight up, maybe.  Come on." He got up and led the way.
There was no lock on their door, though Ivan saw a guard at the staircase
and remembered others on the other side of the door there.  But George led
him up another staircase that led only to the roof.  "Look around." he
invited.  "Figure out an escape route that I haven't seen in the five years
I've been here."
     Ivan looked, but the rooftop was flared outwards and downwards with no
place to cling.  Any attempt to climb out onto that ledge would result in a
sure fall, and there was no way to reach even the windows below him that
would let him back into their room.  Ivan shrugged when he was done, and
George led him back to their room.
     "Now you see why I'm still here after five years." George said.  One
of the new guys tried to jump when they brought him here.  He's the guy you
saw lying in the chair outside.  Both legs badly broken, and they left him
crippled.  He isn't going anywhere except to be carried down for some more
wanking of his meat over those damned eggs.  God, if my mother could see me
now.  I'll bet the Scouts told her I died in battle or something.  I wish I
was dead.  I sometimes sit and look at that ledge and think if I jump and
arrange to land on my head, I might just be able to end it all."
     Ivan went to their table and picked up some fruit.  A plump fruit like
a plum made a popping sound and exuded pink mist as he cracked it open.
George backed away from it as Ivan bit into the plum.  "When did you last
wank yourself?" he asked suspiciously.
     Ivan shrugged.  "Just before you got here." he said.  "Aren't you used
to the mist yet?"
     "I'll never get used to the mist." George said.  "Sex, sex, sex.  I
never thought I'd say it, but I am sick and tired of sex.  I don't ever
want to wank my meat ever again."
     "Come on, eat something." Ivan said.
     George looked at him with the same suspicion.  "Are you going to start
getting all horny on me?" he asked.
     "Do you have some objection to my getting horny?" Ivan said.
     "Only if you plan to hop into my bed when you do." George said.
     Ivan looked.  "They only gave us one bed.  Are you telling me that you
don't have sex with men?  There aren't any women on this planet at all, you
know.  Either you have sex with men or you do without, and you can't do
without."
     "I wank off a lot." George admitted.  "Damn, I am getting horny.  I'm
going to have to wank it pretty soon."
     "Might as well eat something first." Ivan said.  "If it's going to
happen anyway, you might as well fill your stomach and then, uh, wank it."
     "All right, but don't try and touch me." George said.  "I've been
touched by so many men and their damned eggs that I don't ever want to be
touched again.  Understand me?"
     "Yes, but I am disappointed." Ivan said.  "I figured as long as we
were roommates here, and there's only one bed...."
     "You assumed I would hop into bed with you." George said.  "Well, it
ain't going to happen.  You've had a joke pulled on you by the guards,
that's all.  I don't suck or get sucked, fuck or get fucked, jerk or get
jerked.  If I get horny, I wank my own cock.  I can at least keep this part
of my sex life private, God damn it!"
     "I won't lay a finger on you." Ivan said.  "But come over here and sit
with me and we'll eat now.  All right?"
     Ivan was trying to lure the man beside him and his damned priggish
attitude was ruining it all.  Still, George walked over and Ivan leaned
near to him.  "Quiet!" Ivan whispered quickly.  "And listen carefully.  I
wasn't alone when they captured me.  Two of my friends know where I am and
they'll come rescue me.  And I have other friends back in my home who can
be counted on as well.  We'll get out of here, somehow, and soon.  So be
ready."
     "Really?" George looked at him.
     "Shh!" Ivan said.  "I don't know who may be listening."
     "They don't listen to us." George said.  "I'm sure of that.  They
figure either we cooperate or we kill ourselves.  It's our choice, and one
of the damned few choices we get.  So go ahead and tell me more."
     Ivan told of Kyle and Vid, waiting for him to return, which he hadn't
of course.  "They may not know where I am in this big town, but they know I
came here.  And Kyle moves quiet as a ghost.  I know.  They could be here
tonight as far as I know."
     "Do you really mean it?" George said.  "God, I had given up entirely.
You mean I might actually get away and not have to breed for these people
anymore?"
     "You'll be able to choose who you make love with, at least." Ivan
said.  "The mist is in our valley as well as here."
     "That would be great." George admitted.  He looked over at Ivan, near
to him.  "Just promise that you won't leave without me.  Promise me that."
     "I can't promise because I don't know if it'll be possible." Ivan
said.  "My friends don't know about you, but you can come with me if it's
at all possible."
     "God, to get out of here." George said.  "Get out of here and find
some women."  He began to stroke his cock, which rose up surprisingly tall,
ten inches or so.  "Get my hands on some titties again, titties, titties,
man, roll them around and kiss and lick them.  There's some women out
there, aren't there?  You've seen some women out there?  Tell me you have."
     "I don't know." Ivan said, watching the process with a horrid
fascination.  George's eyes were shut tight and he was making long strokes
of his long cock.  "There aren't any where I came from."
     "But there are other places." George pleaded with him.  "You haven't
looked all over, have you?"
     "No, I haven't." Ivan gave up.  Let the poor guy have his fantasy.
"There could be thousands of them just over in the next valley for all I
know."
     "Yeah, thousands of women." George said as he looked out the window (a
narrow slit that showed nothing, but let in light in decreasing quantities
as night fell.  "Lots of lonely, horny women who will welcome me like a
god.  I could have pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner, man.  Oh, yeah."
George's eyes seemed to glaze as he looked at Ivan.  "You're going to take
me to those woman, won't you?"
     "Sure, George." Ivan said, watching George's cock pulsate as he fed
his passion with massive amounts of self-delusion.  "I'll take you right to
those women."
     "Oh, yeah, I can feel their soft lips on my cock right now." George's
hand reached up and grabbed Ivan's head and Ivan found himself pulled over
toward George's cock.  "Going to get a good blow-job from a big red-headed
woman with great, big, bouncy titties.  Come on, bitch, suck it for me!"
This last snarled from his lips.
     Ivan obeyed, engulfing this long rod and George shoved him down hard.
"Take it all, bitch.  You're going to suck this long hard cock and you're
going to love all of it.  Come on, suck it hard."  Ivan's head wasn't
allowed any freedom of its own, George manhandled him into a deep-throat
blowjob.  It took all of Ivan's expertise to keep from gagging as the thick
shaft was shoved down his throat with every thrust, only to be pulled out
and shoved back in.
     "Good bitch." George said.  "That's got it nice and wet.  Now, lay
down and let me at that warm pussy of yours."  Ivan again decided that
obedience was the best policy, he lay down on his stomach and spread his
legs.  George climbed on him and Ivan felt that long male pole go deep into
him.  George showed no trace of style or consideration in his fuck, he
simply hunched at Ivan again and again in a heavy, mechanical movement.  He
continued to mutter and Ivan could only catch a few words here and there.
"Nice pussy" "tight virgin" and "making babies the right way for a change,
sugar."
     Finally, after an interminable time, George gave a loud grunt and Ivan
felt his butt fill with hot sperm.  George fell down onto him and crushed
Ivan with his full weight.  Ivan lay there for a time, but George seemed
uninclined to move, so finally Ivan heaved upwards and rolled George over,
where he lay, muttering, eyes open and unblinking.
     Ivan staggered to the door and out it.  Two guards at the end looked
at him and chuckled to each other, and Ivan knew that George had been right
in a way, it was a guard's joke on him, pairing the two up.  He looked
around and another door was ajar and a voice chanting an Indian mediation
prayer came from within.  He walked over and knocked on it, going to ask to
be allowed to spend the night with whoever lived there.
     It was the man Ivan had seen on the roof, the one whose legs were both
broken.  George was right, they hadn't reset the bones and he could only
get about by crawling on hands and knees.  Ivan looked at the man, who was
quite young, and felt physically ill.  He staggered over to the roof
stairs, up them and collapsed onto one of the mattresses on a raised
section like a stone altar.  He lay on it and looked up at the unfriendly,
unfamiliar stars.  Over to the right was a small rectangle of four bright
stars.  One night nearly ten years ago, after Lukas had entered David's
life and Fortin had just been born.  Ivan would enter the Temple of
Children the next day to have what would be his son Pavel.  For this night
then, they had all four looked at these stars.  "Wonder which ones they
are?" David said.
     "They're bright enough to have names even on Earth." Ivan said.  "But
I don't recognize them from this angle.  Orion, maybe?  No, that blue one
would be Rigel if it were, and it's in the wrong position, too near the big
red one, the one like Betelguese."
     "They deserve names." Al said.  "Even if we're the only ones who'll
use them.  That's a nice, bright constellation all right.  If we don't name
them, they'll stay unnamed."
     "Then you see that reddish one on the top?" Ivan said, teasing Al.
"Sort of dominates the entire group, doesn't it?  I'll name that one after
you.  Star, I proclaim that your name is Allanadale Gorman."  David and
Lukas laughed.
     Al rose to the challenge.  "Then that bluer one nearest to it will be
yours.  Ivan Paskov is its name."
     Lukas laughed.  "That leaves those two white ones below it for David
and me.  Which one do you want, David?"
     "The one on the right." David said.  "It's closer to Ivan than the
other, and Ivan and I have always been friends."
     "Good enough." Lukas said.  "Now those four stars have got names.  Our
names."  He paused, then, "I like that.  I like that a lot."
     Ivan now looked at those same stars, and tears filled his eyes.  "When
am I going to see you all again?" he said softly.  "I wish I had never even
asked where the grunkels go.  What kind of world is this, anyway?"

                        END OF CHAPTER SIX