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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 5
"A Treestump"
Ivan and David walked the path in the early morning light, and Ivan was pleased to see that the pink wisps did not excite him as much as before. Perhaps I can build up an immunity to it, he thought as he trudged silently in front of David.
Another sign of civilization. A fork in the path, with a signpost in front of them, with arrows pointing in both directions.
Trouble was, it wasn't Basic. Ivan studied the queer squiggles and turned to David. "Know what it is?" he asked.
"Sanscrit, I suppose." David said. "They point to directions. But which one?"
Ivan sighed. Being a leader was no fun at times. "To the left." he announced. And they trudged off down it.
But the path didn't lead very far. It ended perhaps a hundred meters in the jungle, a large plant shaped much like a treestump at its end. The plant (Ivan decided to call it a treestump) was marked with more of the writing.
"I wonder what that says." David mused.
"Dead End." Ivan said. David looked at him, burst out laughing at the inane joke. He really looked good, Ivan saw, and with the golden glow of David's skin, knew the pink mist had done it to him again. He'd had a night's rest and the grunkels had been a hour or more before. He was young. He could make love again.
He reached for David and kissed him, his hand grabbing David's cock and kneaded it to tumescent energy.
"Your turn." David panted, and spit on his hand, rubbed his cock with it.
Ivan nodded, and lay down across the treestump, rested his elbows on the level top (strange, no cut, this plant was formed this way. Perhaps those small flowers around the rim....)
And David's cock entered him fiercely. David plunged in, hard, eager, and Ivan bucked forward from the force. His cock brushed one of the strange flowers.
Ivan had to guess at what happened from sorting out much later the sensations. The flower must have been more than it seemed, it was the colored marker of an entrance of some kind. For his cock brushed against the petals and suddenly a suction force gulped down his cock, burying it deep inside the treestump plant.
Ivan felt David's cock plunging in and out of him as David humped at him hungrily, but the sensations around his cock were amazing. Sap of some sort was lubricating his cock, sap with the strength of this jungle. His cock was being caressed by a hundred tendril-like fingers, licked at my a hundred hungry mouths. The sensations increased, and Ivan gulped hard, moaned, shot his load into the agile plant. His ass constricted on David's cock and David roared, exploded inside him, lay across him, gasping and panting.
But Ivan's cock was hard again, and the plant was again sucking and licking at him, again bringing him pleasure. Ivan worked his ass muscles, and David's limp cock squirted out of his butt. David got up (Ivan felt the pressure of his body ease, somewhere in the fog of pleasure assaulting his brain) and said, "That was terrific, Ivan. Ivan?"
But Ivan was moaning, hunching at the plant. He saw his hands and forearms being surrounded by tendrils, tying him in place, and sensations along the hairs of his legs told him he was being enveloped in the plant. And he didn't care. Not as long as the plant worked his cock like it did.
Sensation piled upon sensation, his cock was shuddering from the pulsations of the plant, and he groaned, shot another load into the plant. The sensations eased, and slowly began again.
Ivan felt small rootlets enter his body, and the strange feel of the plant's sap as it fed him, giving him pleasure and his cock again rose up.
David was in front of him, looking him in his face. Ivan croaked, but no words came out. The sensation of pleasure now had his body in thrall, he had no strength left for anything else.
David moved away, and Ivan's brain processed slowly the last words David had said time and again. "I'll go find help." That was what he had said.
But Ivan was alone, and the plant had again enticed his cock into an erection. It would do this for as long as he lived, Ivan realized dimly. It would work his cock, feed on his sperm, and feed him in return. Symbiosis? Or another sick joke of the creator of this planet? Ivan realized that it was now dark, his very thoughts were slowing down in time to the plant's.
He looked at his arms again, as it became light, and the leaves now covered half his skin there. How long had he been here? It was as if his mind had been turned off!
Voices could be heard, and Ivan saw two men enter his field of vision. Both men, and neither one was David.
These were Space Marines, Ivan realized. Their tattered clothing showed him this much. They had been here for some time, apparently, for they took in his helpless appearance, smiled at him.
Two men. One was an African of some kind, dark as the night which had now fled. The other one was red-haired, talking with an accent Ivan placed as Scottish. They consulted, nodded, and Ivan saw with glazed eyes, as they tugged down their zippers.
A cock entered Ivan's ass, hard, with no lubricant. He would have screamed, but for the plant, which quickly numbed his nerves, let him take this cock. The two men were still in front of him. The African was approaching to feed Ivan his cock.
It was a monster, and Ivan tried to scream. No! But only a gurgle came out and the cock in his ass was pumping away. There was pleasure in the embrace of the faceless man who was fucking him. Pleasure. The treestump seemed to be willing to let him live for this moment. He was the sex slave of this plant, which would use his body to bring in more semen than his own body would provide. The rest of his life, feeling only those moments when he was being fucked.
As if the treestump wanted to reassure him, his cock was caressed into an erection, and it began milking him again. God, he was so horny!
The African approached and Ivan opened his mouth to take the cock. He found the plant had freed his head, he could move his head and neck. Enough to suck the cock.
Ivan wasn't sure how long he stood there, sucking on the long dong. He knew vaguely from the voices that he was surrounded by several Marines, who were taking turns on his ass.
The cock which had impaled him spurted its seed in him, stinging with its salt, and withdrew. The next cock was slightly smaller, and Ivan, now impassioned (the plant was bringing his cock towards orgasm again) squeezed his ass muscles to give the guy pleasure. This second cock sprayed its come inside him, withdrew, to be replaced by another, and another.
The African guy grabbed his head and fucked his mouth furiously, grunted noisily, and shot his wad in Ivan's mouth. Ivan gulped at it, hungry despite the plant now worming inside him. Hungry for man come.
The man withdrew, and Ivan looked up with the bare beginnings of intelligence again. His brain was working. Think! Think! But squirming did no good, and these men wouldn't help him get free. Maybe they thought he enjoyed it!
"You were terrific, man!" the African guy said.
"My turn." The red-haired guy chipped in. Definitely Scottish.
"Go ahead, Scotty." the African said.
Ivan made hunching movements at the cock, buried in red hair, as Scotty dangled it teasingly at him. "You want this, boy?" he asked.
Ivan nodded, not from desire but from the man behind him, fucking him hard, in the throes of orgasm from the sound of it. But Scotty took it for that.
"Good. I'm going to give it to you." And he grabbed Ivan's hair, pulled hard. Ivan grunted, his mouth fell open, and Scotty shoved his cock down Ivan's throat.
Another Marine was behind him (how many were there?), and as Ivan gagged on the Scotty's cock, shoved a big one into him. Ivan groaned. He was full of cock! Full!
He fed the plant with his sperm, caught his breath, began to deep-throat Scotty, giving him pleasure.
Scotty and the Marine behind Ivan came almost together, and that seemed to be all of them. When the two men withdrew from Ivan's ravaged body, he wasn't touched anymore, there were only the sounds of men moving away.
Ivan looked at his arms. Covered entirely by leaves now. And the plant turned his mind off again.
Unknown time passed. Ivan could think again, and he looked around, with difficulty, as the plant now seemed to cover him.
He saw a flash of steel blade.
Pain!
And darkness....
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
TO BE CONTINUED
P.S. No, Ivan is not dead! More to follow!