Copyright (C) 2003 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
Back-story: over-crowded Earth has sent out well-manned spaceships to explore planets that orbit distant stars. Since there isn't enough fuel to bring back the big ship, just enough for a two-man courier craft, it's necessary to eliminate almost all of the crew at the end of their exploration of this distant world. Some kill each other off in a series of duels and contests, others arrange to be eaten alive by some of the planet's plants or animals.
(This story follows the story, "Rip & the Drill-Sucker."
A light breeze sighed through the trees, eddied around Griff's naked torso. Sticks crunched under his boots. With every stride, his hard shaft quivered and the tape recorder at his belt brushed his bare thigh. The botanist glanced back over his shoulder -- yes, the six men he had collected were right behind him, four as naked and stiff-pronged as Griff himself, two still in work uniforms. Griff lengthened his stride as he left the trees and started up the grassy hill ahead.
He looked ahead and saw, on the crest of that hill, two naked men who stood facing a crotch-high sheaf of leaves and stems. One, a sturdy blond Hercules, called out, "Griff? Bringing more studs t' feed this sucker?"
Behind Griff, a voice replied, "We're ready. You runnin' dry, yet, Rip?"
Griff glanced back at the naked speaker, broad-shouldered, hard-cocked Jake, and heard a chuckle run through the men as they emerged from the trees.
The other man on the hill -- young Freddy -- gestured at the crimson flower that gripped his own outthrust shaft, and said, "So far, Rip and me, we've been taking care of this sucker okay." Griff saw one thick stem linked the sheaf of vegetation to Freddy's blossom; a second stem arched over to the tubular flower working on Rip's outthrust shaft. Inside those squirming, blood-red petals, Griff knew that a yellow spike had impaled each shaft down to the roots, and was now feeding inside, feeding on the two men's virility . . . Griff felt own hard cock twitched at the image. A third blossom, creamy white, stood erect on its stem. Freddy pointed at it and said, "The thing's all ready to take whoever's gonna be next."
Griff stopped a couple of meters from the hungry plant. The rest of his party spread out to his right and left. The two still in uniform stripped quickly, baring muscular bodies and stiffening prongs. Young Davy collected the discarded clothes and piled them neatly to one side.
"Well, I'm ready to plug myself into that 'un," said Jake. He cautiously approached the waiting plant with stiff, sturdy prong a-quiver. Raul, camera in hand, walked beside Jake, then knelt and focused as the white flower took its virile victim: the impaling thrust, the enveloping petals, and -- after a few moments -- Jake's first ejaculation.
Yeah, we got plenty of live meat on the hoof to feed this sucker, Griff told himself. Freddy and Rip are already feeding the thing, and Jake's already pumped his first load into it. Pretty soon, we'll all be . . .
A fourth blossom emerged. As Griff and the others watched, Raul rose to his feet, pointed the camera down at his own outthrust shaft, and took a series of shots as the blossom slid its central spike into his glans, wrapped its petals around his shaft, and started him towards orgasm. When the flower finished taking root, Raul asked, "Who's carrying stuff back?"
"I am," said Davy. The curly-haired youth trotted to Raul and took the camera from his outstretched hand.
"I put everything on auto," Raul said. "Get some more shots of us feeding this thing before you head back."
As Davy retreated, Griff saw Raul put his right hand to the base of his shaft, the other on his broad chest, and go into his first muscle-knotting ejaculation. Now I've got four studs plugged into the plant, Griff told himself, and four to go, not including Davy, of course: eight lusty studs, over 600 kilos of live meat, pumping blood and sperm into those man-eating, cock-sucking flowers -- that is, if the plant's hungry enough to take all of us.
"Yeah, man," said a muscular electrician standing beside Griff. "This oughta be lots more fun than -- you know -- getting done out with one of those castration-machines back in camp." He wrapped his right hand around his prong and squeezed. "I'll go next."
"Wait a minute, stud," said Griff, gripping the electrician's shoulder. Griff unhooked his voice recorder and held it up. "I got a report to do -- what it feels like, feeding the thing -- and I gotta get started. Wait'll it's plugged into my prong before you let it take yours -- okay?"
"Well, okay," said the muscular electrician, and patted Griff's butt as Griff moved past, toward the plant, toward yet another ivory-petaled blossom that was already turning to seek its prey.
Griff snapped his recorder to ON and said, "Well, here goes. Since the expedition landed the -- the drill-sucker's taken five men, one at a time, and drained each one dry. Today, it's working on four of us all at the same time -- and now it's reaching for number five -- me." He stopped between Rip and Jake. "Now I'm standing close enough for it to take me -- Rip's blossom, to my right, is blood-red; Jake's, to my left, is just beginning to show some pink. The one that's reaching for my shaft is still white, the central spike a golden yellow, and that spike's exploring my glans -- and now it's sliding into my urethra and on down my shaft, going deep -- deep into me while the petals wrap themselves around the barrel of my shaft and start stroking, . . ."
A sixth blossom emerged. Griff pointed at it, and the electrician trotted to a position between Raul and Freddy. ". . . I've seen other studs being taken, heard them describe it, but the reality is still a -- a shock, somehow: watching it take my shaft, feeling go in deep, feeling it take root inside, turning me on, turning on the -- the juices, getting me ready to feed it, . . ."
"Who's next?" demanded Jake. He gestured at a seventh blossom just rising from the sheaf of leaves. "Here's another prong-sucking flower, ready t' go t' work."
Two more volunteers -- plus young Davy -- remained. Edrick, the well-built botanist kneeling at young Davy's feet, pulled his head back, releasing Davy's glistening shaft. "I'll go," Edrick said, standing up. He waved his right hand at curly- haired Davy, said, "Finish him off, Roy," then strode toward the waiting drill-sucker while Roy knelt and engulfed Davy's glans.
Edrick stopped between Freddy and Rip, offered his shaft to the flower, and calmly watched it take him.
". . . and now that the plant has put out another flower, our seventh man is ready to start feeding it too."
"All real studs, too," said Rip, "and as much cream as we're pumping --"
"You 'fraid we'll drown the fucker before you run dry?" asked Jake.
"Hope not," said Rick. "Been coming almost steady -- and here I go again!"
"So -- do -- I!" Griff panted. "I'm ejaculating, pumping semen, feeling the plant suck it out of me, going after more, digging in deeper, feeding on me -- aaaah!"
"Me too!" sighed the electrician, muscles a-ripple as he squirmed. The petals that gripped his prong were slowly turning pink. "Coming -- good and hard -- feeling it -- you know -- take me."
Young Freddy said, "I know. I've already watched it take three guys -- not counting us -- and while watching's a turn-on, it's nothing compared to feeling the thing work on me."
Into his microphone, Griff said, "Now we're seeing see just how many studs this'll take together; seven so far, eight if it takes Roy."
"Yeah," said the muscular electrician. He put one hand on Freddy's near shoulder, the other on Rip's. "But if we feed it too much, all at once -- Griff, you said were worried about -- you know -- something like that."
"Right," said Griff, "and the only way to check that out," said Griff, "is like this."
Rip said, "Seems to me the thing's not as hungry as it was when there were just the two of us feeding it."
"Sure you're not just runnin' dry?" asked Jake.
"I'm sure. Still shooting full loads; but now I get a chance to catch my breath between shots. Didn't happen until you studs got plugged in too. With so many of us feeding it, thing's not draining me as fast as it was."
"You mean the fucker'll take longer t' do us out?" asked Jake.
Rip nodded. "Ought to. Gives us more time to enjoy it."
Griff grinned, then said, "I sure hope that's it; I'd hate to find we got another vampire-lily on our -- our prongs." He glanced over at Davy, who had both hands on his fellator's head and was pumping slowly with his lean hips. Griff turned back to the sheaf of vegetation that he was feeding. Seven stalks arched up from that source; Seven blossoms gripped seven virile shafts; but no more blossoms had emerged. "At least for the moment, the -- the drill-sucker seems happy with seven of us feeding it, letting it drain us -- all the way."
A moment later, Davy gasped aloud, Griff looked in time to see Davy thrust hard, stiffen, then slowly relax.
A moment after that, Roy finished swallowing, then stood up and asked, "Now, what about me?"
Griff shrugged his shoulders. "If it won't let you feed it, it won't. Stick around here for a while, in case the thing gets hungry enough to put out another blossom. Meanwhile --"
"Hey," Davy said to Roy, "if it's not going to take your prong . . ." He dropped to his knees and reached for Roy's hard shaft. ". . . I will."
"Yeah?" said Roy as his shaft disappear into Davy's mouth. "Yeah!"