Soldiers, pt. 1

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	The mission seemed pretty normal, at first, or at least, as 
normal as any mission in this war gets.  "Using the Noba, you are to 
take a platoon across the surface to the enemy installation.  It's 
stealth capabilities at this point appear to work against the alien 
sensory devices so you should be undetected as long as you stay low 
and stick to silt craters as much as possible.

	"Once you locate the enemy fortress, let it pass over you.  
Once you are below it, the Noba can attach itself to the underside of 
the fortress.  From there you will break into the hull through this 
exhaust port."  A schematic of the hovercarrier came up and the port 
was highlit.  "From there you make your way to the engineering 
section, this long vertical section, and place the tacnukes.  After 
they're activated you'll have three minutes to make your escape."



	My mind came back to the present, standing in line for my 
physical.  Even the captain needs one, or so says the new medical 
regs.  I didn't relish having my balls fondled by some withered old 
guy, or the girls barely out of college they keep sending us.  After 
that last one nearly killed me I was hardly accepting of new medical 
personnel, or for that matter, new personnel at all.  This, and it 
was all that lay between me and John.

	

	I'd met John a few weeks ago, a few days after I got out of 
the hospital.  By that point, the bruises were gone and the only 
evidence of the fact that I'd had an arm blown off was that the new 
one wasn't as tan as my other.  I'd headed straight out to a bar by 
myself hoping to get laid, and after an hour of sitting up at the bar 
watching the room, I was right about to head out and join the fray.  
Right as I was about to hop off the stool, he came up to the bar to 
get a drink.

	He was sure a babe, tall, blond, brillant green eyes that 
shown through even in the dark bar.  He shot me a smile and leaned 
over me to yell at the bartender, his tank top coming away from his 
torso enough for me to see his sculpted torso.  I leaned back a bit 
and took in his arms, triceps bulging to support him on the bar.  
After the bartend started working on his drink he leaned back a bit, 
gave me another smile, and asked what unit I was in.

	"Fifty third mobile infantry," I answered him.

	"Really?"  He leaned in close and I could smell him, sweet, 
like fresh cut grass.  He reached out and felt the rank insignia on 
my chest.  "Captain, right?"  He looked me back in the face and 
smiled again.

	"Yeah.  Captain Kensuke Jefferson." 

	"John Corts.  Whatcha in town for?"

	I smiled and gave a little laugh reflexively.  "Just got out 
of the hospital."

	"Really?  What'd you lose?"  

	"Right arm."  I raised it up.

	"Looks like it grew back okay."  He reached out to feel it 
right at the bicep.  "Muscles sure grew in nice."  I flexed it a 
little for him.  "They don't always grow back big enough, but your 
sure seems to have."

	I laughed a little again.  "That's just what the doc said."

	"I'm not surprised.  I am one."  I blinked.  "Hey, you wanna 
dance a little?"

	I shrugged.  "Yeah, sure.  I'm not very good, though."  I 
stood up, and his hands went to undoing the buttons on my dress 
jacket.

	"Probly 'cause you wear this too much.  Restricts movement."  
He brushed my chest a few times as he went down the line of 
buttons.  "Sure feels like your pectorals grew right back too."

	My erection popped right up, and I felt grateful for the, um, 
restricted movement at my waist.  "Actually, those are natural."  He 
finished the jacket and a barhop took it back to a coatrack in the 
back room while we headed out to the floor.

	He was a way better dancer than me by far - I mostly did the 
white man's overbite, while Jack moved all around me, brushing up 
against me in all the right places.  I boogied down a little, trying 
more to copy some of the stuff he did but usually failing.  After 
about three mixes we both had sweat pouring down our faces and they 
placed a slow song - one of the ancient ones, German, I think, but 
still romantic.

	Jack pressed up close to me and sang along in a low 
tone.  "Danka shoen, danka shoen..."  I could feel his erection 
pressing up against my thigh, and could feel mine against his.  "I 
recall, Central Park in fall..."  I always wondered about that one - 
I always thought that song was older than Luna Colony.

	

	I popped a woody right there thinking about that night, then 
realized where I was: standing naked in a line of my men waiting to 
have my balls fondled by some...been over that already.  "Baseball, 
baseball, saggy breasts, dead animals..." I chanted under my breath, 
trying to make it go down.  Then, the horror: the private ahead of me 
leaned back a bit and my cock brushed up against his ass.  He turned 
around, and the embarrasment alone caused it to droop again.  I 
blushed.  "Sorry," I muttered.  He saw who I was, saluted, and told 
me very firmly that it was okay.  The sight of a naked eighteen year 
old saluting me (both ways, no less - at least it wasn't just me) was 
nearly enough to make me laugh right there, but fortunately I held it 
in.

	The voice behind me spoke up.  "Hey, Cap'n."  It was the XO, 
Major Stanwicz.  He was one of the forty or so others that had made 
it off the wreck that I had lost my arm in.  Hal was a bit of a 
braggart, but a good guy, and if nothing else, looking at his gut 
sure kept my cock soft.

	"Hey, Major."  I considered nearly any situation where two 
men were talking to each other naked to be informal.

	"Man, this physical shit blows.  Standing in line while my 
dick shrinks and my asscheeks freeze from the damn drafts.  Whoever 
decided to put the main enviromental vents near the sickbay should be 
shot."

	I cocked an eyebrow.  "Wasn't that you, Stanwicz?"

	"Well, uh, technically, I mean, I designed the ship but, 
ahh," he floundered for a bit, then recovered, "I heard the new med 
guy is a real hardass."

	I let the issue drop.  "I haven't met him yet.  First I even 
heard he was here was a notice on my messages telling me to get to 
this goddamn infirmary."

	The line stepped up, and I counted the heads in front of me 
yet again.



	After a good half hour of freezing my balls off listening to 
Stanwicz tell the story of how he shot down six fighters in two 
minutes to a number of gullible newbie privates, I finally made it 
into the doc's office.  His back was turned when I walked in.  "Just 
take a seat on the bench."  I didn't, preferring to stand next to it 
with my arms crossed over my chest.

	He turned around and saw who I was.  His hand went to his 
forehead.  "Sir!  Doctor Kynes."

	"Doctor.  Can we get this over with?"

	"Yessir.  Just lay back on the table, please."  I did, 
grudgingly.  As he poked and prodded my stomach and throat, I decided 
that if I had to have this then he wasn't a bad guy for it.  Kynes' 
forearms were certainly nice to look at, and when he played with the 
lymph nodes in my throat then I caught a nice look at his biceps 
too.  He was kinda cute in a college kid kinda way, but that in 
itself set off warning bells.  If figured if he was young, he was 
probably inexperienced, and inexperience is what had nearly killed me 
a few months before.

	"This your first assignment, Doctor?"

	"Second, actually.  I've been working at the base hospital 
for two years in the trauma ward."

	"And they transferred you to active infantry?"

	"Well, apparently they wanted somebody who could double as a 
Marine.  They've had me in advanced training all the while your arm 
regrew.  I hold a double rank of Captain in the med corps and PFC in 
the infantry."

	This lessened my apprehension considerably.  Kynes took some 
machine on a swivel arm down from the wall and had me look into the 
visor.  "This is a hypnotic truthteller.  Part of the standard psych 
test as of last week."

	"What's it for?"

	"Helps detect subverted personnel."  The most insidious of 
the alien weapons was some method they had of turning humans to act 
in alien interests.  Nobody knew how they did it, but theories 
abounded - mindray satellites, some sort of implant, nanotech 
machines.  I favored the viral theory, but nobody really knew.  All I 
knew was that people all over, the most loyal of men, would just turn 
against us seemingly randomly.  Kynes switched the machine on.

	Lights started to flicker on the little thing, and I could 
feel myself pulled into it, almost.  I could hear Kynes asking 
questions, and myself answering - even feel my jaw moving, but I had 
no idea what I was saying.  I don't know how long it went on, but 
eventually the lights stopped and I was in control of myself 
again.  "Well, you check out okay psychologically, Captain."  That 
was a relief.

	"Stand up and spread your legs a little, please."  Oh, no.

	"Is this really necessary?" I asked.  "Wouldn't I know if I 
had a hernia?"

	"Probably, but this test is two-fold."

	"Huh?  What else is it for?"  He played with my balls a 
little, giving them a bit of a squeeze.

	"One of the few documented signs of subversion common to 
nearly everyone is an upswing of sexual promiscuity - satyriasis in 
men, nymphomania in women.  Increased hormone flow seems to have 
something to do with it, and in men, enlarged testicles and a lower 
sperm count."  He pulled out a cup.

	"You've got to be kidding."

	"Sorry, Captain.  It's required for all command personnel.  
We have to do a sperm count.  If you prefer, I can just stick a 
needle right in and extract what I need..."

	Terror.  "No, no, that won't be necessary."

	"I'll turn my head."  I sighed and turned my back to him.  My 
annoyance with these idiotic medical protocols was mounting by the 
second.

	So there I was, jacking off into a cup in the med bay, ass 
clenched, cock sticking straight out, balls slapping in plain hearing 
of a subordinate.  I wondered if he wasn't just doing this for his 
own twisted amusement.  I thought of John, of that first night 
again.  I even thought of Kynes a little - he was good looking, nice 
arms, then John some more, gods, what a cock...



	I met John in the base cantina.  He wore a tank and shorts 
again, his usual off-duty wardrobe, and one that he knew I enjoyed 
seeing him in (and out of).  I walked up to him and he emrbaced me 
roughly, squeezing my ass with both hands.  His cock pressed into my 
belly.  "Frisky today, aren't we?" I asked him.  "Satyriasis in men," 
I thought to myself...

	"Let's go."

	We headed out to his car, a red sportsthing two-seater.  He 
drove with one hand on the wheel, one in my crotch.  Admittedly, it 
felt nice to have my balls fondled by somebody who I actually wanted 
to play with them.  He peeled his shirt off at a stoplight and I took 
off my jacket, riding in my white wifebeater.  Once we got back to 
John's place he had his pants off before I could even put my gear 
down, and by the time I had the door shut he was up on me, kissing my 
throat and lips, hands going up my shirt and down my pants.

	Precum from his penis was smearing into the light hair 
leading from my navel.  I played with his nips and let him kiss me 
all over, pulling my shoes off with my heels while John fumbled with 
the belt.  Once that was off, he was on his knees, hungrily sucking 
and licking at my abused testicles and very ready dick.  I came for 
the second time that day right there, before we even got to the bed.

	I jumped on the bed and he straddled my chest.  I noticed 
with some amusement that the blond hair around his cock had been 
shorn bald.  "Went for the military cut, huh?" I joked, right before 
he filled my mouth with something else.  I admit it was kinda nice; 
no hair got stuck in my teeth anyway.

	"You should...uhh...try it, Kensuke."  He fucked my face with 
more intensity than he had that first night, and when he finally 
spurted he pulled out and rubbed it into my pecs.  John flipped me 
over and started plugging up the back way, harder and harder, more 
and more fierce until right as I felt the liquid heat spill out, he 
raked his fingernails across my back.

	I'll admit it was pretty intense, almost pleasureable in that 
moment of orgasm, but right afterward it hurt like a bitch.  John 
felt terrible; he'd even drawn blood.  "Just stay there, I'll get a 
patch!" he admonished me, and whipped out a medical case.  He tore 
open the wrapping on a patch of artificial skin.

	"Fake skin?" I asked.  "It's not that serious, John."

	"I don't want to take chances."  He took a few moments to 
make sure it was just right and pressed the sealant onto it, bonding 
the patch to my skin.  "Here, drink something."  He dropped two pills 
into a purple beverage and they fizzed.  

	"What's this?"

	"Painkillers."  I took the drink and downed it.  John began 
kissing me again, and I kissed back, things getting fuzzier and 
fuzzier.  

	"You drugged..." was all I managed to get out before I fell 
over.



	I dreamt of angelic men flying about and some wonderfully 
unusual sexual experiences.  Then the sky turned orange and I could 
see streaked contrails from planes flying overhead.  I awoke to a 
booming noise.  

	I sat up from the couch and looked out the window.  Columns 
of smoke rose into the twilit sky.  Air raid sirens blared.  "An 
attack?" I muttered.

	"My friends blew up the defense grid already," I heard John's 
voice say from behind me, cold and silent.  I hopped up.  He had to 
have been subverted!  "This town will be cleansed."

	I went for my coat jacket with my stunner in it.  John seemed 
to figure out what I was after and lunged at me, grabbing the sleeve 
of my jacket as I pulled it off the chair.  The stunner came loose 
and I snatched it from the air, levelling it at John's chest as he 
rushed me.  I squoze the trigger, and he went down.



	After dressing and making a call to the military police, I 
hurried to the Noba.  It was safe underground, and by this point the 
raid was more or less over anyway.  Our defense forces had been 
smashed to pieces, but reinforcements from nearby bases were holding 
off the enemy ground troops and preventing their advance.  I had a 
message ordering me to move out tomorrow at dawn.

	There was a sleepless night planning our three day route to 
where the mammoth hovercarrier should be and then the morning.  I 
called the base and asked what had been done with John; they were 
holding him pending interrogation.  My back itched.

	The first day out was unevenful; we kept to the silt craters 
in the desert when possible, and tried to stay under the sand when 
not.  Enemy patrols flew overhead a number of times but never 
detected us.  On the second day the trouble started.

	A bomb was found in one of the forward decks but fortunately 
disarmed before it detonated.  I ordered an immediate check of all 
the crew and two saboteurs were found, subverted.  They went to the 
brig, immediately began fucking like bunnies, and I ordered that all 
personnel were to be checked before and after their shifts.

	On my shift (I was not above my own order), Dr. Kynes 
commented on my back.  "That looks like it's not healing well.  It 
might be infected."  I asked him to take a look at it.  He peeled 
away the false skin and said, "Ahah!  This is interesting!"

	Stuck to the piece of skin was a very small datastore, a 
little plug in chip that appeared to work for a standard 
reader.  "Where did this come from?  It was making for a nasty 
infection."  I told him about John.  "A message, maybe?"  He cleaned 
it off and we played it.

	"Dear Kensuke," John's voice spoke.  "If you're reading this, 
then I'm probably dead and you're free of the subversive virus."  

	"It is a virus!" Kynes exclaimed.

	"I never told you, but I work for the Intelligence division.  
I know you're going after the hovercarrier, and I have information 
vital to you.  The virus has been spread in your water stores; in 
about three days most of your crew will be infected by it.  The virus 
stimulates hormone production and produces modified hormones that 
make the brain susceptible to enemy telepathic signals.  We 
discovered this from a captured enemy agent, one of their commanders.

	"The virus is curable, John, but the cure is not pretty.  The 
only effective method we have discovered thus far is to remove the 
source of the altered hormone - in the male, the testicles, and 
possibly the penis.  We hope to find a better cure in time, but now 
it is the only surefire method we've found.

	"I hope this is useful to you, Captain.  No matter what's 
happened, know that I love you."  The recording ended.

	"Is this really reliable?" asked Kynes.

	"I think so.  We have a day and a half.  Take the two in the 
brig and give them a testosterone blocker; then see if hypnosis 
declares them clean.  If it does, issue it to the crew, otherwise, 
castrate the two men."



	After two hours, Kynes messaged me and let me know he was 
about to castrate the two prisoners.  I felt bad for the two guys; 
they were both pretty much kids - 18 year olds, fresh out of Basic - 
but right now they considered me their mortal enemy.  It had to be 
done. 

	Kynes had them sedated, lying on the med tables, legs spread 
and suspended.  He'd already shaven their groins when I arrived to 
watch.  The actual surgery was fast - he cut off the scrotum, snipped 
the testicles, then sutured up all the cords and blood vessels and 
used a regenerator to seal up the wound.  Not too much blood, and 
according to Kynes, if it worked okay then they could go back to duty 
within the hour.



	I went back to my quarters to get some sleep, and dreamed of 
John.  We were in a restaraunt with giant bay windows and a view of 
the sea.  We ate buttery lobster, then got naked and had sex to the 
flash of nukes across the sea.  It was very weird, as was the 
flashing red light and klaxon siren waking me up.

	Somebody had sabotaged the drive train.  The engineers said 
they could get it up and working in two hours, but that meant our 
rendezvous with the hovercarrier would be slowed, and may well fuck 
up the logistics of base command's plan.  I talked to Kynes - he said 
the two soldiers he'd castrated were now testing free of enemy 
influence, and the only negative impact of it on them that he could 
detect was that they felt like shit for nearly blowing up the ship.  
I asked about their morale regarding the fact they'd had their gonads 
removed, and Kynes said he'd implanted some post-hypnotic suggestions 
to try and counter any negative feelings about that.  They might have 
problems later but then the base psychiatrists could handle it.

	A new round of screenings started, and nearly half the crew 
came up as being at least partially influenced - most didn't even 
know it yet.  Those that did I ordered castrated immediately, and 
Kynes told me outright that the only way for this to really work was 
to castrate the entire crew.

	"Do you have any other solution to this problem?" I asked him.

	He shook his head.  "No."



	With some regret, I made the order.  Kynes fabricated a 
device that performed the procedure automatically, both to speed up 
the process and because no one on the ship could really perform a 
castration on him.  The whole procedure was pretty simple: hypnosis 
to soften up the blow of what would happen, a quick shave of the 
genitals, then just fit the device over, press the button, and snick! 
there go the balls.  We called men in in groups of five and did them 
in bunches that way, starting with the bridge crew.

	It was weird, watching the five get called and leave, then 
return in a quarter hour and sit back at their posts.  They seemed 
the same, except they looked at me a little funny.  Once everybody on 
the bridge but me had been cut, one of the helmsman asked 
me, "Captain, was this really the only way?"

	That question haunted me for the next few hours, but I had no 
other solution.  I was the last to go down, after we'd gotten 
underway again, and it came down to Kynes and I as the last two men 
in the ship with testicles.  We were both nude and freshly shaven.  
God, he had a nice body - tight muscles that rippled every time he 
reached for something.  I wanted him.

	"Doctor, do you think maybe one last time before being cut 
would be a good idea?"  I saw him shudder a little.

	"I don't know, I mean, we really should get going."  He 
turned around and saw me with my boner, then popped one of his.  "But 
since neither of us really need the hypnotherapy I guess we could 
have one last go."

	I sank to my knees and took him inside my mouth.  Kynes 
gripped the back of my head and thrust into my face, over and over 
again.  I gripped his firm ass and played with it a little until he 
came, drinking it down.  I stood up and we made out a little, then 
bent him over the med table and pushed my way into his ass, plowing 
it, my heavy balls slapping against his skin.  We swapped places and 
both came as he fucked me and hard.

	"Again, Doctor," I muttered.  "More..."

	He was still breathing heaviliy.  "No," he heaved..."Need to 
do it...now."

	"No!" I cried.  "I need more!  Please!"  My cock was rock 
hard, as was his. 

	"Satyriasis, Captain!"  He pushed me down to the table.

	"Please, Doctor, before the last cut!"  I screamed and 
thrashed - I needed a fuck so badly.  Every spot of me he touched 
felt like an erogenous zone.

	Kynes had to wrestle me onto the table and restrain me.  A 
shot of something into my leg and I felt very, very calm all of a 
sudden.  Still horny, but calm.  Kynes put the device on me and 
pressed the button.  I could hear a whoosh! noise and felt a quick 
coldness where my scrotum had been.  Kynes pulled the device off and 
made sure I was okay, then used it on himself.

	I kept my erection the whole time.  "Doctor, I still need a 
fuck..."  Kynes refused again.

	"Just wait a few minutes - the desire should cease."



	It didn't.  I stayed strapped to that table for an entire 
hour and the desire never stopped.  Kynes tested me again and 
apparently I was still positive for enemy influences.  He listened to 
John's chip again, and hearing his voice made me want sex even more.  
Kynes stopped the recording after the line, "...and possibly, the 
penis."

	He looked at me condescendingly.  "It's got to go, Captain."

	My mind was consumed with sexual desire.  "Please just suck 
me off one time, then...just once..."

	"I can't do that, Captain.  To be honest, I don't even want 
to anymore."  He puttered around the room making preparations.  When 
he was finally ready, he numbed the area and went to work.

	Kynes cut into my pubic mound and snipped all the ligaments 
that held my cock in.  He slid it out a bit, a good five inches more 
revealing themselves, then sliced it off, sutured everything up and 
used the tissue regenerator.  All that was left of my genitals was a 
little pisshole pointing downward.  "You really had ought to sleep 
now," Kynes muttered.



	When I awoke the wall clock told me it was a few hours after 
I had arrived.  Kynes had gotten dressed again and was puttering 
around the room.  "How do you feel?" he asked me.

	"Not horny," I answered.  It was a wonderful feeling, after 
that terrible drive for sex I had been feeling.

	"That's good.  We need to do the test again, though, to be 
sure."  

	"Okay."  I sat up and looked around.  There were a few other 
guys in here passed out on tables.  Kynes saw me looking and offered 
the explanation.

	"A few others had the same problem you did."  He gave the 
test and I came out okay.  "You seem fine.  You might get hot 
flashes, but those are normal."

	I got dressed.  The feel of my pants was totally different 
with nothing in the groin to fill them out, and when I walked I could 
feel that I was missing something.  I headed to my quarters for a 
quick shower, and then made it up to the bridge.

	"How close are we?" I asked.

	"We managed to calculate where they should be given our two-
hour delay and are en route to that location.  We should be there in 
three hours or so."

	"Any more signs of sabotage?"

	The bridge was silent for a moment.  Then one voice spoke 
up.  "No, sir."

	We arrived at the location and hunkered down in a silt crater 
to wait.  After about half an hour of holding our collective breath, 
a sandstorm came up on the horizon.  We risked a radar ping.  "Sir, 
the hovercarrier is inside the storm."  Probably causing it, I 
thought to myself.

	The initial burst of storm passed over us, and we could see 
darkening the skies an uncountable number of enemy aircraft.  The 
carrier itself loomed before us, the size of a small city, towering 
and gigantic.  It was headed directly for our position.

	We waited patiently for the perfect moment when it was 
directly overhead.  The reticles slowly crept toward their target 
positions, then all at once they turned green.  "Launch the hooks!" I 
cried out, and eight holes opened up on the ship, sending eight 
harpoons the thirty feet into the air to contact with the 
hovercarrier, and hoist us up onto its lower surface.  

	The cutting crew worked to penetrate its hull while the rest 
of the ships' crew got into environmental armor.  They took five 
minutes to make a hole, then got suited up themselves while we 
secured the initial entry point.

	Finally, I could give the go-ahead, and we proceeded into the 
ship.  It looked to be mostly empty, which only made us all more 
nervous.  The passageway we were in was cavernous, with buttresses 
rising from broad bases to thinner supports near the top, giving the 
total impression of having been swallowed.

	We made our way to where the engineering corps had said their 
main engineering section was, passing tall doors along the way.  
There were little detectable markings in the passageway, and I 
wondered how the aliens knew where they were going.

	We arrived in the engineering section, a huge cylinder that 
rose the total height of the ship.  We couldn't even see the top, as 
fog obscured our view.  Crisscrossing the whole thing were white 
strands, brittle looking, almost crystalline, and suspended in the 
center was an iridescent sphere.  The only sound was our breathing.

	"Place the charges."  My men sprang to life, setting the 
mininukes about the place, timers for thirty minutes.  This is way 
too easy, I kept thinking to myself, and started my charge, glancing 
about for a good spot to place it.  I heard a cry coming from behind 
me, and spun to see a private crying out.  Something white and 
crunchy looking was enveloping the armor he wore!  Some other 
soldiers were trying to pull him free with little success, getting 
entangled themselves.  "Get away from him!" I shouted.

	I raised my gun and shot at the base of the stuff - it seemed 
to be coming out of the floor.  I felt a tugging at my boot and 
looked down, only to realize that it WAS the floor!  This was some 
kind of bizarre defense system.  Before I could really react, the 
stuff leaped up around me.  I could feel it pouring into the armor 
suit, touching my body.



	I was lying naked on a rock, the coolness of its surface 
contrasting with the warmth of the sun on my bare back.  I was in a 
jungle or something; the sea lay to my left and large blooming 
flowers surrounded me on the other three sides.  My legs were spread, 
and someone was sucking gently on my cock, my erection raging.  I 
looked down at my groin.  John looked up at me.  "Disarm the bomb," 
he said, smiling.

	"What?"



	I was back in the armor, but John was still there.  He 
pressed the suit release, and I slid nude out of the protective 
suit.  John went down to his knees and started to suck on my dick 
again...

	I shook my head back and forth.  This can't be real, I 
thought.  John's back at the base and I don't have a penis anymore.  
He took my balls into his mouth, allowing my hardon to spring free, 
still wet with his spit.  I touched it; it felt real, it looked real, 
I could feel it, and it felt soo good.  "This can't be real..." I 
whispered to myself.

	John stood to face me, still jacking me off slowly with his 
hand.  "Of course it's real.  It can go on...disarm the bomb, 
Kensuke..."  He kissed me long and deep, his own erection pressing 
into my belly.  I could see the bomb now, embedded in his chest.  The 
readout read four minutes.  If it went off, it would blow him to 
bits!  My hand reached out to press the disarm button, and my cock 
slapped John's sixpack.

	"No!" I said aloud.  "I don't have a cock!  This can't be 
real!"  I pulled away from him, and before me I saw what I thought 
was John dissolve into the white stuff, little strands.  I grabbed 
the progknife on the outside of the armor suit and looked down at my 
recently regrown full set.  With a quick mental shudder, I swung the 
knife down on them, severing them from my body.  As I threw them 
away, they also dissolved into the white stuff, and beneath it my 
groin was as smooth as it should be.  The John apparition dissolved 
into the floor.

	I looked about, trying to find some way to free the rest of 
my men from the stuff.  Their eyes were glazed, their expressions 
various - some were smiling, some looked frightened.  This whole room 
looked the same, except for that ball hovering.  That had to do 
something important, I reasoned, and wrested a gun out of the hands 
of a nearby man.  I took careful aim as white crap tugged at my feet, 
and fired an explosive grenade.

	It struck the sphere, and the ball cracked and went dim.  The 
white stuff dissolved, and I shook my men out of their catatonia.  
The bombs' readouts said two minutes remaining until this area became 
radioactive slag.  "Let's go!" 

	We hurried out of the area, but now the aliens seemed alert 
to our presence.  Our route back to the ship was cut off; so we 
scrambled in whatever direction we could go.  My group got separated, 
but with no way to communicate location in this thing we had no way 
to meet back up.  I counted the time left in my head, and when we had 
about thirty seconds to go I though us lost.  I saw daylight and 
headed for that, hoping for some kind of exit.

	A shot from behind me shot through my arm, clipping it right 
at the elbow, and I could smell