PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

			       Chapter Seven
			 "The Connobaran Council"

     Lance woke him up the next morning.  "Why did you sleep out here?" he
asked.
     Ivan looked at him hard.  Lance was wearing his dress uniform, was
pressed, clean, sharp and--definitely--nervous about something.  Ivan felt
naked, grimy, filthy and abused, just looking at him.  "Because I didn't
like my new roommate." he replied.
     "Really?" Lance was acting innocent enough, perhaps he really didn't
know that George was now quite mad.  "Maybe we can change you around.
Never mind, Ivan, you get a break.  The Connobaran Council has sent for you
and they want to see you right away."  He looked Ivan over appraisingly.
"Better get you cleaned up, first."
     Ivan was led to the shower room, a quite advanced feature for this
backward world.  Water came out of a hose in the wall with sufficient force
and dispersion to make getting clean as easy as it had been back on Earth.
Ivan scrubbed his body with the soap that was there and found himself
getting an erection as he soaped his cock.  He started to flog it, but
Lance was watching intently and stopped him.  "Enough of that,
Facilitator." he said sternly.  "We have no time for that.  Finish getting
clean and let's go."
     Ivan finished, dried off with a towel handed him by Lance, and to his
surprise, was offered his Space Scout uniform to get dressed in.  "Orders
are to let you get dressed before you enter the Council Chamber." Lance
said.  He seemed to be getting more nervous by the minute.  "Come on, hurry
up."
     Ivan felt his beard with a three days' growth on it and decided it
would have to do.  He wasn't offered a blade to shave with.  "I'm ready."
He said.  His cock protested being wrapped in the cloth, and Ivan knew that
he had to find a chance to relieve himself soon.  He just hoped the Council
meeting would be quick.  He was almost ready to be a willing Facilitator
for at least a short time.
     Lance and another guard in full dress escorted him out and the tension
radiating from the two was almost palpable.  Something was up, Ivan
thought.  But he was a prisoner, he could only go along and hope whatever
was about to happen wasn't too dangerous.
     His hands were bound and he was led through the streets.  Ivan thought
at first that they were headed to the town's center and the rather
prominent building there (an obvious place for a Council to meet) and at
first their trek led them directly towards it.  Then, a few blocks from the
building, Lance suddenly said, "Stop, Facilitator.  This way."
     Ivan was led into an alleyway.  From the alleyway to a door of a
nondescript entrance.  Lance knocked what was obviously a signal and Ivan
began to hope.  Was this an underground out to free him?
     But he was led into a room and when Ivan saw the egg on the bed, he
knew the reason for the secrecy.  "All right, who's bribed you to set this
up?" Ivan said resignedly.  He turned to look at the two men and the look
on Lance's face, and the shifting glance of the other guard, told Ivan
enough.  "You, Lance?  And who else?"
     "He'll be here shortly." Lance said, wet his lips.
     "Lost the grunkel lottery?" Ivan took a shot in the dark.
     Lance laughed a hard laugh.  "Nothing to lose.  I have an uncle who
works for the lottery.  The results are rigged.  Only friends of the
Council get to win that lottery.  My Uncle Garth set us up with the egg,
all I had to do was figure out how to free a facilitator for a short
time. When the Council ordered you to appear and me to bring you..."  Lance
shrugged.  "I barely had time to get a message out to Ernst.
     "And where do you fit in?" Ivan asked the other guard.  There came a
knock at the door, Ivan recognized it as the same knock Lance had given.
     "He's a friend doing me a favor." Lance said hurriedly.  "Get out of
that outfit and start pumping.  We don't have much time."  Ernst turned out
to be a slender, dark-haired fellow, dressed in regular-style clothing.
Not a soldier, then.  Ivan was untied, and Lance was exasperated when he
didn't move.  "Come on, start pumping that cock like you did in the
shower!"  Ivan still didn't move.  "Do we have to stroke your cock for
you?"
     "I'll do it." Ernst volunteered.
     "What do I get out of all this?" Ivan asked.  "Do you think I can be
made to shoot my wad if I'm not willing?"
     Lance bit his lips.  "We don't have time to argue." he agreed.  "What
do you want?  Escape is out of the question.  We can always wait and free a
different facilitator.  It can be done."
     "This easily?" Ivan baited him.
     Lance met his eyes, then lowered them.  "I can't help you escape.  The
penalty is denial of all children privileges."
     Ivan saw he spoke the truth.  Well, it had been worth a try, and there
was something else he wanted, that was becoming more intense with every
passing moment.  "Then how about giving me a little pleasure along with
this service I'm providing."
     Lance appeared interested.  "Just what did you have in mind?"
     "Think you can stand my cock up your ass until I'm ready to shoot it?
Give me a little payback for the dirty trick you pulled on me last night?"
     "Dirty trick?" Lance was genuinely bewildered.  Ivan explained quickly
and said, "I've been taken advantage of a little too often lately.
Sometimes a guy has to be the one on top, just to keep his self-respect.
     "You can fuck me." Ernst volunteered again.
     "I didn't ask you." Ivan said.  "I asked him."
     "Ernst and I have to be ready to fertilize the egg." Lance said.  Then
his eyes shifted to the other guard.  "Alden, old friend..."
     Alden's eyes widened.  "Now wait just a minute!"
     Ivan looked Alden over.  Strong body, dark brown hair, a face that was
not handsome, but pleasant enough.  And the uniform...Ivan had to admit
that the Nazi uniform set off a man's body better than any other uniform he
had ever seen.  "He'll do." Ivan admitted.
     "Great!" Lance said.  "Look, Alden..."
     "Let this facilitator put his cock in my ass and pump at it like some
sort of digging machine?"  Alden protested.  "No way!  I'm saving my ass
for my marriage bed just like my fathers taught me to."
     "I know I'm asking a lot." Lance said desperately.  "I'll pay you back
somehow.  You can ask Ernst and me any favor you want, later, but we've got
to move on this right now!"
     "Uh." Alden said hesitantly, looked at Ivan.
     "I'll be as gentle as I can." Ivan said.  "Remembering that we ARE in
a hurry."
     "I don't know if I could handle it." Alden said.
     "For the sake of my son, Alden." Lance said.  "I mean it.  Ask me any
favor at all in the future and I'll do it, whatever it is.  But do this,
now, for me."
     "Oh, God!" Alden said, holding his hands over his face.  Then he
looked up.  "All right.  For you, Lance, and you, Ernst, I'll do it.  But
I'll take you up on that really big favor one day.  I mean it."
     "Great!" Lance said.  "Hurry up!  We can't be late for the Council
meeting!"
     "How will we make sure the egg is facilitated." Ernst asked, worried.
     "I'll pull out at the last minute." Ivan said.  "You two lovebirds
concentrate on being ready to shoot at a moment's notice, while I fuck your
friend's butt."
     They settled for putting Alden on the bed on his back, trousers down
to his boots but not taken off.  Ivan wormed his way into the gap between
Alden's firm thighs and the gray dress trousers and, still clothed with
only his cock sticking out of his own jumpsuit-style uniform, he got
positioned properly.  Lance and Ernst hawked and spit on their palms and
lubricated Ivan's cock this way.  Then Ivan put his thick cock against
Alden's virgin butt.
     Tighter than hell!  That was Ivan's first impression.  Even his son
Pavel hadn't been this tight.  But Pavel was willing and Alden was doing
this under compulsion.  No way around it, Ivan decided.  He braced himself
with his cockhead nestling Alden's puckerhole, and then shoved it in hard.
     He got as far as the widest portion of his cockhead before Alden's
body, realizing that it was being invaded, rallied and squeezed tight on
Ivan.  Ivan held still, though the pressure on his cock was very intense.
     Alden had been holding his breath, now he gasped, sobbed, and said,
"Take it out!  Take it out!"
     "No." Ivan said and pushed again.  This time, with a pop he felt
through his body rather than heard, his cockhead made it inside Alden's
sphincter and when Alden tightened, nothing happened.  Alden's body
writhed, and Ivan watched the uniform as it made this writhing motion stiff
and segmented.  Ivan waited again until Alden subsided, though not
releasing the clenching on Ivan's cock with his ass, and then Ivan pushed
his cock in deeper.  He felt hot wetness against his cock and knew that he
had torn Alden's ass with his invader cock.  But the blood lubricated
Alden's insides, and Ivan was able to push the rest of the way in with
little trouble.
     Alden sobbed and clutched at Ivan tightly.  Ivan would have waited
while Alden adjusted, but Lance said, "Hurry!  We have to hurry!"
     Ivan began to hunch at Alden, who clutched him tighter.  "Oh, God!" he
moaned in Ivan's ear.  "God, that hurts!"
     "It'll get easier." Ivan said soothingly.  He was regretting this.
How was he to know that, on this world, anyone kept a virginal asshole past
puberty?  He wanted some fun and a little of his own back at this society
in the process.  He concentrated on trying to give Alden pleasure, moving
his cock with gentle gyrations, and he grabbed Alden's cock and flogged it,
and was rewarded when Alden's sobs died down and quieted, only grunts
escaping his lips.
     Lance and Ernst were side-by-side on the opposite side of the bed, the
egg was lying safe to one side.  Their hands were on each other's cocks,
their fingers dancing while little sounds of pleasure emanated from them.
     Alden was fully loosened up yet, and Ivan began to fuck him with
vigor, and Alden sighed, moaned.  Ivan had found his "button" all right;
Alden was no longer a rape victim, but now a willing participant.  Ivan's
fucks rocked Alden on the bed, the flattish hat he wore bobbed with every
movement, while the buttons on his dress coat were cold spots on Ivan's
chest and stomach and his boots were pressing into Ivan's hips with that
minutiae of yield that only leather can provide.
     Ivan's breaths speeded up and he knew that his orgasm was near.  "Come
on, Alden, shoot your wad soon." he panted.  "I want you to come first, you
hear me?  I want that hot jism of yours to be flying all over me.  It's the
only jism in this group that we can waste and I want it on me, you hear me?
Give it to me now!  Right now!"
     Alden groaned, gasped, his groan dopplered off into choked sounds and
Ivan felt a hot spray beneath him and knew that Alden was peppering his
body with a wide-flying geyser of sperm that, in this case at least, had no
purpose other than giving its owner pleasure in the release.
     Alden's ass clamped on Ivan and Ivan used the extra pressure to reach
his own climax.  Gasping, he got out,
"Now...get...that...egg...over...here!"  He yanked his cock from Alden's
still- clutching ass, grabbing the slicked, bloody, sticky cock and pounded
it from the instant it was free.
     Ernst rolled the egg over to beside Alden's prostrate body and Lance
added his hand and they managed to lift it onto Alden's gasping, sweating,
fully-clothed body and Ivan raised up, dragging Alden with him by dint of
the trousers still holding Ivan captive, and Ivan managed some altitude and
when his come flew, barely managed to aim it at the ovoid egg sagging over
Alden's body.  His come landed in thick splats on the egg and Ivan watched
carefully as the glow and sparkle began again.  It started where his come
landed, but moved out in circles like the ripples of a stone in a pond
until a wide patch on the egg was glittering.
     Lance had been gasping, his face covered with sweat, for some time and
now he could finally let go and he did, a heavy jet of his jism flew across
to land on the egg, on Alden, and on Ivan.  Five more volleys sprang from
his upcurved cock and Ivan was suddenly struck at how much Lance resembled
his friend Heinrich Roos back in his home valley.  Even the way in which
Lance shot his come reminded Ivan of the times he and Heinrich had
satisfied each other's lusts.
     Ernst was having more trouble, but Lance's hand sped up and soon
Ernst's come spewed out.  It didn't fly as well as Ivan's and Lance's wads
had, and Lance dragged his lover by his cock up until he could dribble it
over the egg, Ernst wincing at the tight grip and awkward posture, but
making no other protest at the rough handling.
     Again, both men seemed utterly drained by the act of orgasm, and Ivan
again thought of escape.  But Alden was recovering, his legs held Ivan
tight, and Ivan knew that he would never make it.  He yielded.  Maybe next
time, now that he was certain of their moment of weakness.  It was more
than the mere exhaustion his own orgasm brought to him, it was as though
they were literally pushed to the edge of unconsciousness and had to fight
their way back again.  Both men's mouths moved in a suckling manner, and
Ivan remembered the "extended afterplay" of his four-way with Jethro and
Collin in the jungle.  Was this a form of retreat to the act of infancy,
and suckling at their mother's breast?
     But Lance staggered up and looked carefully at the egg.  It seemed to
be darkening slightly to Ivan.  "That did it." Lance said with
satisfaction.  "Come on, Alden, let's get our facilitator to the Council
before they get suspicious."
     Alden waited until Ernst took the egg off his body and--no doubt about
it--cradled the egg like a small baby, touching, stroking it, and crooning
gently.  Then he regarded his uniform, spotted by three different sources
of jism, all missing their intended target.  "If I can pass muster at the
Council door, I'll be damned surprised." he said.  He looked at Ivan.  "And
you need to clean Lance's spurts off of your sleeve as well."
     Ivan looked down and saw a thick line of pearl-white come clinging
there.  His uniform was water-resistant though not water-tight, and the
come was still perched atop the fibers.  He looked at it, shrugged, and
licked it off.
     "Nice." Alden admitted.  "Could you do the same for me?  My comrades
are a little pre- occupied at the moment."
     Indeed they were clustered around their now-fertilized egg with a
great deal of pride.
     Ivan leaned over and sucked at Alden's uniform, trying to draw all the
sticky jism out of the uniform's material.  There was a taste of wool to
the uniform, and what must be some sort of dye, but it wasn't unpleasant
and before long, Alden looked almost as good as new.  Alden took off his
hat, wiped his brow with his handkerchief and said, "Under other
circumstances, you and I could have had a very good time.  As it is, we'd
better be going.  Lance!"
     Lance looked up.  "Oh, right.  Okay, Facilitator, let's get moving.
You don't tell anyone about this, right?"
     "Who am I going to tell?" Ivan retorted.  "I'm only confused about how
you're going to tell the Council how you became a father, if they do in
fact control the breeding."
     "It's rough." Lance said.  "But sometimes we do fertilize an egg
without a facilitator, and it has become a formal excuse.  We'll be
penalized, but the Council can't fight human nature, and doesn't try too
hard.  So long as you manage your quota per day, they don't care what you
do with the rest of your sperm.  You can even manage to sell your services
if you play your cards right."
     Ivan thought about this as he walked to the Council building.  It was
the big temple-like structure he had seen before.  Inside, a large room
held rows of chairs which were filled with people, and in front on a raised
dias behind a railing, a series of eight chairs at a table and above it,
another square with steps to it and above that, a large square of clear
glass.  It appeared utilitarian rather than decorative, but Ivan couldn't
fathom its purpose.
     Eight men, all of them younger than Ivan had expected (he realized
that he hadn't seen a gray haired person yet in this valley), no more than
forty or fifty years old, filed in and took their places.  There were
formalities that Ivan didn't pay much attention to and finally one of the
men rose.  "First business of today's meeting of the council, by order of
Stepwith, Founder of Connobar, is the newest Facilitator.  Bring him
forward."
     Ivan was jostled by Lance and Alden up to a square niche in the
railing, rather like a prisoner's dock, and he stood before the Council.
"Why have your people kidnapped me?" Ivan demanded before the Councilman
could speak.
     "It was necessary." the man said.  "Our people must have Facilitators
in order to survive.  The purpose of this meeting today is for no other
reason that to give to you our history and to permit you to return to your
people with our request."
     Return to his people?  Ivan felt light-headed.
     "How much do you know about our people as of yet?" the man asked.
     "Not much." Ivan said.  "You don't have enough facilitators for your
population."
     The man was surprised.  "True.  The growth of our population has been
in three stages.  First was of those born by the grace of the grunkel and
it's loads of sperm ferried in through the pass between our valleys.
Stepwith ordered that we not enter your valley, and we obeyed, and while
our numbers were few, we were happy.
     Then, fifty years ago, a ship of your people landed in our valley,
with two occupants.  We found that they, as facilitators, could permit our
people to breed at will.  They were honored guests and no coercion was
needed to persuade them to help our people have children."
     The man looked at Ivan sternly.  "Then, ten years after the ship's
arrival, our first spurt of growth proved its flaws.  We had many children
entering the age of child-bearing, many of our sons married and wanted
children of their own.  But the grunkels and the two facilitators were not
enough.  So we consulted with Stepwith and he permitted us to keep six
facilitators instead of two, and we sent our men for the first time into
the valley to bring your people here.
     Ten years only do we require a man to act as Facilitator--it is as
Stepwith wishes--then we permit him to retire and we procure another one.
You are the latest of that line of Facilitators.  At the moment, we have
only five facilitators, four now that you are to leave us.
     But now the children of the six facilitators are themselves ready for
children, and six facilitators are not equal to the task.  So we have
pleaded with Stepwith for permission, and he has granted it.  We may now
move our people into your valley, to mingle our people with you, and to
have your people become one with ours."
     "In other words, this precious leader of yours has graciously
permitted you to enslave us."  Ivan said angrily.  "You may have need of
our people, but we have no need of you.  The One Inside brought us to this
world in order to teach our people the arts of peace, and we have tried to
live with that, but if Connobar enters our valley, we will fight you.  We
have weapons, which we brought with us to this world, that will make our
people more than equal to yours in battle."
     "But Stepwith has ordered us not to use weapons against you." the
Councilman objected.  "Would you butcher our sons, when their only desire
is to have children?  Cannot your people set aside a few of their loads of
precious fluid for our people's happiness?"
     Ivan shook his head.  "There are too many of you.  We would become
your slaves.  No, we don't wish to fight you, but we will have no choice if
you come into our valley.  You must find another way to have your children
without us."
     "Stepwith has given Connobar your valley." the Councilman said.
     "I don't think the One Inside would agree with his right to give away
our valley." Ivan said.  "Where is this leader of whom you speak?"
     "He will be here when he chooses." the Councilman said.  "He has
indicated that, on this day, we were to bring you here and free you after
delivering this message, and we have done so.  Perhaps he will come to you
with words of his own."
     There came a murmur from the crowd, and Ivan realized that they had
all gathered in their crushing numbers for this purpose, to see their
leader.  Who was now approaching.
     Their leader entered the room to a hushed awe and mounted the raised
square behind the Council.  He didn't sit down, there was no chair, and
besides, Ivan didn't think he COULD sit.
     He had seen this "Stepwith" before.
     It was the alien he had met in the Cavern of Souls.  The alien who had
brought them here.  This alien who would not speak to men other than
through radio broadcasts, and who never stepped into their valley.  Yet he
came here, in person, to Connobar's Council Chamber.
     And this alien, Stepwith, had given Ivan's home, family and very life
away to the people of Connobar.

			   END OF CHAPTER SEVEN