; ; My job as a research student means that I have to get up close and ; personal with bogs. I find the spot I need to look at, then I change ; into a wetsuit, put on a snorkel and plunge in. My specialty is the ; various kinds of aquatic algae that live in the highly acidic water of ; bogs. But to be honest, the main reason I went for the job is that I ; just like bogsurfing – wallowing around in the slimy ooze of a good ; swamp.
; ; I walked down to the particular area I had been told about. A friend ; of mine, a fellow researcher, had told me that there was something ; strange about the place that she couldn’t put her finger on. “I ; don’t know what it was,” she had said in the bar the previous ; night. “It was just something in the air…I felt like I was being ; watched. Weird.” It looked fairly normal to me – a shallow ; depression containing the bog proper, ringed by moss. The air was hot ; and humid, with a lot of midges flittering over the ground. The only ; unusual thing was a short, thick, twisted tree on the lip of the bog, ; covered in ivy and vines. That made no sense – how could a tree ; grow in this acid soil? I decided to investigate.
; ; It was such a hot day that I didn’t look forward to putting on the ; wetsuit. I knew I would get very sweaty in it, plus I had never ; enjoyed the whole rigmarole of putting it on and taking it off. I ; considered for a moment, looked around, and decided that I wouldn’t ; bother with it – I would go into the bog in just my swimming trunks ; and a snorkel mask. I stripped off my exterior clothes; I was wearing ; my reliable old red Speedos under my combat trousers. I took the ; snorkel mask from my bag, put it on and stepped into the bog.
; ; It was only about waist deep, and refreshingly cool. The sun was ; beating down on my bare head and chest as I waded into the middle of ; the bog, looking for anything unusual. Nothing so far. I leaned ; forward and put my face under the surface; still nothing. There was a ; curious sweet scent in the air, faintly intoxicating. I waded further ; on and realised that it seemed to be coming from the tree. I went on, ; wiping the bog ooze off my forehead, and soon I had reached the ; opposite lip of the bog, where the tree stood. I climbed out and ; walked towards it.
; ; It wasn’t any sort of tree I recognised. The vines that covered it ; were thick and dark green, but they weren’t ivy. The bark was a ; strange reddish-brown colour. It seemed to glisten. I stepped up to ; the tree and examined it. Yes, there was a vertical crack in the bark, ; about a foot long, at the level of my head, and the lips of this crack ; glistened with some sort of moisture. I peered at it. What the hell ; was this? It looked not so much like wood, more like some kind of ; animal tissue. The sweet smell was very strong. I pulled off my ; snorkel mask and tossed it on the ground. Then I put my nose to the ; crack and sniffed.
; ; In one smooth motion the crack split open, yawned wide, revealing a ; glistening red interior with a spongy consistency - then it sprang ; forward, like a mouth, and engulfed my head down to the neck with a ; loud SCCHHHLUP!
; ; “MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” I screamed. The spongy red tissue of the tree ; had closed tight over my face and the whole of my head. It must have ; looked from the outside like I had got my head stuck in the tree. I ; thrashed wildly and tried to pull my head out, but suddenly, the ; thick, rope-like vines were snaking around my body and lashing me to ; the tree-trunk. I was panicking. Somehow I was still able to breathe ; – the tree tissue must have been porous enough to allow air to pass ; to my nostrils. The tree was clutching me to itself, the rough bark ; tight against my body. I was terrified that it was some sort of ; hitherto unknown flesh-eating tree, and that I would be digested. But ; it had something else in mind for me.
; ; The strong, tight, pliable vines quickly spiralled up my legs and into ; my swimming trunks. I felt them slide up into my trunks, curling about ; my ass and my cock and balls, invading the most intimate parts of my ; body. I heaved and tried to escape them. Then I felt them expanding, ; pulling apart from each other and ripping the fabric of my trunks. The ; torn scrap of cloth about my hips fell away from me, and I was ; suddenly butt-naked. I screamed again, “MMMMMMMM!! MMMMM!!” But ; it was useless – my head, absorbed into the trunk of the tree, was ; so muffled that whatever sound I made was almost inaudible ; outside. And now the blunt, bulbous tips of the vines were pulling my ; ass cheeks apart, secreting a gel-like fluid all over my ass, ; preparing me. I fought desperately to evade what was happening to me, ; but it was no use. One of the thick vines was pressing at my anus, and ; I clenched my ass as tight as I could, but the tree was stronger. It ; forced itself up into my ass, urgently, and I felt the ring of my anal ; muscle widening to admit the alien pressure. I let out a muffled gasp ; of agony as it pushed up deep into the cavity of my ass, sodomising ; me.
; ; I had never had any kind of gay experience. I was totally unprepared ; for the overwhelming flood of sensation as the pulsing, muscular vine ; tunnelled up into my rectum, fucking me brutally. I had once had anal ; sex with a girl and had enjoyed the feeling of fucking a girl in her ; most private orifice, but I had no idea of how intimate and comsuming ; the feeling could be. Now it was being done to me, and I arched my ; back and moaned, blindly, as my hips were forced back onto the ; impaling pressure of the vine.
; ; At the same time, another vine was pushing at my lips and forcing my ; mouth open. My moans were stifled as it filled my mouth and began to ; pump into me, with the same rhythm that the other vine was fucking my ; ass. Despite my horror and fear, the sheer sensation of being anally ; fucked by the tree was giving me a huge hard-on.
; ; And now the tree had developed another tight, moist orifice at the ; level of my crotch. My hips were twitching with the savage, relentless ; force of my ass being fucked, and my swollen cock desperately needed ; an opening. The cavity in the tree seemed to slide apart and it closed ; around my shaft, moist, cool and soothing, hauling on my cock, ; engulfing my balls. I made a nameless noise of horror and ecstasy – ; I was losing myself in the total violation the tree was subjecting me ; to, clearly as some part of its reproductive process. Did it have to ; rape humans in order to spread its seed? Why hadn’t it assaulted my ; researcher friend? Was it because she was a girl? Even as I was ; writhing and making stifled moans, naked in the grip of the tree, ; these questions were burning in my mind.
; ; The pain of the vine that was fucking my ass had subsided and was ; replaced by a luxurious feeling of fullness, of tightness. I was still ; struggling with the tree, but it was the struggle of yearning to feel ; overwhelming physical sensation. The tree was raping me for its own ; purpose, but it had developed the means to make me enjoy it despite ; myself. And now, the thick vegetable cables in my ass and in my gullet ; were throbbing with life and exploding in gouts of fluid, as the tree ; pumped its seed into my straining, naked body. Fluid boiled up, ; filling my ass and spilling out of my anus, and also welling up over ; my face and head inside the tree, filling my mouth and eyes and ; ears. At the same time, I was moaning deliriously as the tree milked ; my cock, spurting my cum violently into its interior. I came like I ; had seldom done before, weeping with shame but also with total ; abandon.
; ; Then it was over. I was held in the tree’s unyielding embrace for a ; few moments, while I panted for breath and whimpered deliriously. Then ; the vines slid out of my ass and my mouth, the grip on my head was ; quickly released and the bonds around my naked limbs and torso were ; let go. I fell back onto the mossy ground and as I fell, the cavities ; where my head and my cock had been spewed out gallons of thick, pale ; fluid over my nude body, drenching me in a salty flood of sticky white ; sap. I sprawled on the moss, blinded, naked, exhausted and spent.
; ; I lay there, weeping a little from the shame and the bliss, then I ; crawled over to the bog and washed the rapidly thickening sap off ; myself as best I could. I stumbled back to my clothes and dragged them ; on. Then I got into my car and drove off. A few miles down the road, I ; felt terrible stomach cramps, and a violent urge to use the ; bathroom. I pulled the car into a side road and ducked behind a ; hedge. I had just managed to yank my pants down before I exploded from ; both ends, throwing up a pale green liquid onto the grass, and voiding ; the same green slime from my ass. When I was done, I collapsed on the ; ground, but gradually I felt much better, and I managed to clean ; myself up and get back into my car. I drove home, shaky, trembling and ; in severe need of a shower and several drinks. Yet even the indignity ; of my roadside experience couldn’t wipe out the spectacular ; pleasure I had experienced when the tree took me.
; ; That was six months ago. I can only assume that the tree needed my cum ; to reproduce itself. All I can say is, I can’t be the only person ; it’s raped. Those trees are cropping up everywhere, now, including ; the place where I used the roadside as an emergency bathroom. Most of ; the people in the lab are mystified, but I have a theory of my own. I ; want to take my researcher friend to examine the specimen in the ; bog. I want to see if the trees have a different technique with ; women…