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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 either by a series of duels and contests, or -- as here -- by feeding themselves to some of the native flora and fauna.
(This episode precedes the story "Grif & the Drill-Sucker")
RIP & THE DRILL SUCKER
by Felix Lance Falkon
Rip stopped at the edge of the woods. Ahead, open meadow swept up and over a small hill. Rip smiled to himself. Griff's directions had been sketchy; but this was the right place: a naked youth stood at the top of that hill, facing away from the woods and Rip.
Well, Rip corrected himself, almost naked: the lithe figure wore belt and boots. And Griff had mentioned a name: Freddy. Rip almost called out, then stopped himself. I oughta strip first, he told himself, then quickly shed his uniform, baring his muscular physique to the sun. He pulled his boots back on, hesitated for a moment, then cinched his belt around his waist.
Rick squared his thick shoulders and strode up the hill, angling to the right so he could see what Freddy was watching so intently. When Rip was half-way up the hill, he saw that Freddy faced a meter-high sheaf of leaves. A thick stalk arched up from the leaves and over to Freddy's erect shaft, ending in a crimson flower whose petals enveloped that shaft from glans to base. As Rip watched, Freddy's hips thrust, thrust again, and then his whole body stiffened, muscles straining, almost motionless.
Freddy slowly relaxed, but his shaft stayed rigid inside the crimson flower which, Rip knew, was feeding on the youth's virility. Freddy turned his head, caught sight of Rip, and said, "Oh! I mean -- uh -- hi, there. I -- I didn't see you coming till -- just now."
"You were sorta busy," Rip said. "Freddy? I'm Rip. Griff said you started feeding this thing early."
"Uh -- yeah." The youth's face reddened and he looked down at his rigid shaft and the flower that gripped it.
"I'm in Weather; setting up equipment, mostly around the Western Ocean. Haven't been 'round Base much." He stopped a couple of meters from Freddy and stood with booted feet planted well apart, fists on hips.
"I'm -- I've been working in the Botany lab, and . . . anyway, this thing . . ." Freddy stroked the squirming petals with his right hand. "We call it a drill-sucker. There's a scientific name, but . . . Anyway, there's a long, thin spike in the center that looks like a stamen, but it's hollow, and it slides right down your urethra and takes root in the base of your prong. Mine's in solid, and -- well, you saw me feed it a load, just now." He studied Rip's muscular physique, then asked, "You planning to -- you know . . . ?"
"Help feed the sucker? Sure." With his right hand, Rip patted the slab of muscle that armored his chest. "Griff said I could join ya while he musters up a few more studs. Said it's legit, and it looks like fun, so . . ." He slid his right hand on down his torso, touched his genitals, and felt his shaft hardening under his fingers. He glanced down, started to cover his arousal, felt his own face go warm, then deliberately pulled his hand away and looked up to meet Freddy's gaze.
"It --" The youth licked his lips. "It is a fun route, feeding shot after shot of juice to the sucker while it works on your spike." He thrust with his lean hips, thrust again. "I'm gonna shoot another load, real soon."
"Already? You're a real stud."
Freddy smiled shyly. "The -- sucker's doing most of the work, really. When I started feeding it, the petals were white, but now -- see? -- they've turned red, so what I'm shooting is mostly blood, but it's just as much fun as -- you know -- ball- juice."
"Gotta catch up with ya, then." Rip studied the crimson flower that was feeding on the youth's shaft, then traced the stalk back into the sheaf of leaves from which it grew. Rip saw motion there; a second blossom, this one with ivory petals, was slowly emerging. "Looks like it's still hungry."
"Yeah, and when that spike of yours starts shooting . . ." Freddy pointed at Rip's prong.
Rip moved a pace closer, carefully sliding his glans into Freddy's hand. "What sorta study is this, anyhow? Griff was in a hurry and he didn't say much."
The youth tightened his fingers around Rip's thick shaft and grinned. "Knowing a plant -- or an animal, for that matter -- can take a guy out isn't enough; we gotta know how many guys it'll take and if it's easy to get the thing started. The vampire lily, for example: it starts easy and takes out whoever smells the odor it puts out, but the lily dies after draining one guy, so . . ."
"See what you mean: send in enough studs, they'll wipe out all the plants when they get themselves sucked dry."
"That's why capacity is so important," said Freddy, releasing Rip's prong and stroking the petals that gripped his own. "But availability's important too; when a guy's ready, he wants to get eaten right then, and not wait till the thing's in the mood. A snatch-plant will take out four or five guys at a time, but you never know when the thing's hungry."
"Foot-traps, too."
"Yeah. Didn't you . . . ?"
Rip nodded and rubbed his thick pectoral muscles again. "Site Eight, on the shore. Found one half-way between our camp and the beach. We'd been walking right past it -- and on it -- for days without any of us noticing it was there. Just a circle of scruffy leaves spread out on the ground . . . eventually, somebody did catch on to what it was and reported it. Griff came out the next day with a couple of Explorers, planning to feed one of the Explorers to the thing while Griff took notes." Rip glanced at the new blossom, which was stretching itself, almost like a cat, he told himself. A hungry cat, too. "The two Explorers took turns, trying to get eaten, but the foot-trap wasn't interested.
"A few nights later, Sparks -- our number one 'lectronics maintainer -- was on his way back from a swim in the ocean, and the thing grabbed him. He was by himself, so we didn't know what happened until next morning, when Griff 'vited me to watch his Explorers try again. We found Sparks, still naked from his swim, standing in the plant with a bunch of leaves clamped tight around his feet."
"And Griff talked the guy into getting eaten all the way?"
"Well, sorta." Rip stroked his own hard prong, remembering the scene. "Sparks had a hard-on -- told us later he'd stopped to work on it; and all of a sudden, he realized the plant had grabbed him by the ankles. He tried to hide his spike when we showed up, but he was too well hung for that. Clancy and Miguel -- the two Explorers -- they were already stripped to their belts and caps, and Clancy started pumping his prong, while Miguel said, `Anybody that can keep a hard while he's getting eaten has what it takes to be an Explorer.'
"Sparks got over looking embarrassed, and Miguel put his cap on Sparks's head, and then Clancy went down and got to work."
"On Sparks's . . . ?"
Rip nodded. "Opened wide and gulped him down. Uh -- how much did Griff say about . . . ?"
Freddy flicked his forefinger against Rip's hard shaft. "Just -- just that you're pretty -- uh -- potent. And since we're measuring capacity . . . Hey, what happened next, anyway?"
"Well, Clancy sucked Sparks off while Griff asked questions: could he feel it eating him, what did it feel like, did it hurt -- things like that. Sparks caught his breath after the first -- round, and then Miguel went down on his knees and took Sparks off again. Then -- well, we sorta worked things out. Foot-trap was taking its time, eating Sparks. After being sucked off by the Explorers that evening, Sparks talked Miguel and Clancy into letting him do them too.
"Pretty soon, he was sucking faster than they could re load, so Griff and me and a couple of studs from the construction crew -- we helped out. We'd bring a meal out from the kitchen, or Griff would take more notes, or somebody'd bring out some equipment for Sparks to fix. And then -- one thing'd lead to another . . ." Rip remembered a blond head bobbing at his crotch, remembered hungry lips working on Rip's shaft, remembered Sparks's always cheerful reports on how it felt, being eaten alive . . . "Uh -- this thing's taken out studs before, hasn't it?"
"Oh, sure; but up till now, just one at a time."
"One right soon after touchdown? I was setting up one of the remote stations when it happened."
Freddy nodded. "One of the first sweeps by the Explorers. They were practicing, really. The guy on point saw something move, so he went on up for a closer look; and the drill-sucker took him. The rest of the team caught up just in time to see it wrap its petals around his prong. Their report was good, though -- so good that their Training Officer brought all the Explorers out here a couple days later. Most of us guys from Botany came too; and when the Explorers stripped, we did too.
"Everybody gathered around the plant in a big circle, with the guys closest lying down, and the next ones kneeling, and the ones on the outside standing. The Training Officer went through the whole Explorer count-down: using their naked bodies to test the environment, collecting data while a teammate's being eaten -- you've heard the list."
Freddy chuckled. "The Training Officer got a nice hard-on while he was talking -- and his audience stiffened up too. And when the Training Officer mentioned follow-up studies, even with an initial report as good as this one . . . anyway, the Explorer who wrote that report was just about to volunteer; he looked real disappointed when the Training Officer -- still talking -- walked right up to this thing and let it take him.
"By then, everybody was good and hard. When the Training Officer shot his second load, things sorta took off. One of the Lieutenants climbed on another, eased his shaft on in, and started -- you know -- pumping. After that, it was wild."
"How'd ya make out?"
Freddy licked his lips. "I -- I made out. Orgies aren't usually my route, but -- there was a long chain, with me somewhere in it, sucking one Explorer's prong while another was sucking mine. Afterwards, I got to talking with two more Explorers. They suggested -- you know -- a sandwich, with me in the middle. Climbing on, I thought I'd have to fake it -- coming, I mean -- but I was still good and hard. Then -- aaaah!" he gasped, stiffening.
"What's the matter? You okay?"
"Sure. Just feeding the thing another -- shot -- aah!" Freddy slowly relaxed, then touched his throbbing, petal- sheathed shaft. "Wow! Uh -- where was I?"
"Sandwiched 'tween a couple of horny Explorers," said Rip with a chuckle. "How'd that come out?"
"I thought I'd have to fake it, but when the guy on my back spiked my butt and started to pump -- like I said, it's not my route, but pretty soon I was trying to hold back and make it last.
"A few tendays later, a ground-survey team stopped here for lunch. One guy insisted the plant wasn't dangerous; another said it was too; and to prove it, he stripped and let it take him."
Rip frowned. "Like that? The stud who claimed it was safe shoulda let it take his shaft, not . . ."
"Well, he did volunteer next day; but Preach aborted that count-down real quick: said it wouldn't be a Proper Taking. Then a couple of tendays after that, Chief of Botany section was talking about an instrumented run that Zo”logy had just completed -- an Explorer climbed onto one of those big caterpillar things and let it eat him alive while the Zo”logy crew recorded everything -- anyway, Griff mentioned how nice and handy this drill-sucker is. Harry kind of pricked up his ears -- tall guy, wide shoulders, worked out a lot and looked it -- you must have met him."
"Good arms, real eager, hard to keep up with in the gym?" Rip nodded.
"That's him. Well, was. Anyway, whenever he got interested in something, he got everybody interested. So: all of a sudden, we were laying out gear for an instrumented run. Chief gave Harry a requisition for an Explorer to feed the thing, and at Explorer Operations, Harry got the Lieutenant on duty to fill the requisition with himself.
"Next morning was supposed to be a dry run for the day after that. The Explorer Lieutenant showed up, stripped down, and stiffened up, so the rest of us did too. We turned on our recording equipment, and Harry was demonstrating where the Lieutenant was going to stand for the live run -- but since that was close enough for the drill-sucker to reach Harry's prong. When it did, Harry just let it take him. Instead of a dry run, we had a live one.
"Next day, when the Lieutenant had just started to feed the sucker and the plant had put out a couple of extra blossoms and was looking kind of hungry, he wondered out loud if it could take two guys at once. Most of us volunteered, but Chief aborted that takeoff real quick; said we could wait till Eliminations, when there'd be lots of guys ready to feed it, so . . ."
". . . here we are." Rip spread his left hand against his thick chest muscles and gripped his rigid shaft with his right. The waiting, ivory-petaled flower was turning slowly, as if sniffing the air for prey. Rip felt a breeze eddy around his bare torso. "Uh -- I'm ready. Does the fucker plug itself in, or do I . . . ?"
"Just get a bit closer, and it'll take you."
Rip moved one step toward the plant, then another.
"There; it can reach you now."
The blossom pointed directly at Rip's face, as if meeting his anxious stare, and spread its petals wide. Slowly, it tilted down to aim directly at Rip's genitals, then swooped toward its target.
Rip jerked his right hand away from his quivering shaft. The flower's central spike missed his prong-tip, but it hooked itself around the barrel of his shaft. "Come on, or I'll shoot, just watching," Rip growled, as the questing stem found his glans, explored it, then slid into the opening at the tip. He watched himself being impaled for a moment until the petals closed around his shaft in a velvety white sheath.
"You okay?"
Rip looked up at Freddy, realized he'd been scowling, and forced a wry grin. Inside his shaft, he felt the tendril sliding deeper, probing the roots of his virility. "Uh -- yeah." He licked his lips. "It's in -- real deep now." He thrust with his hips, looked down again. "Fuck! It's -- it's like a red- hot wire, burning -- stretching my tube from the inside -- taking root, just like ya said -- in solid, and it's taking me." He took a deep breath, let it out in a long sigh.
"Like it?"
"Watching -- yeah. And feeling it working on me . . . It's not quite like having some stud taking ya, but . . ."
"Just sucking? Or . . . ?"
Rip nodded. "More than just -- sucking -- yeah. Watching Sparks being eaten alive, and watching my shaft go into his mouth, and feeling him suck hard, and feeling his teeth just barely touch, and imagining that Sparks was gonna bite into my glans and start eating me." Rip rubbed his chest. "Or kinda pretending that as soon as Sparks finished sucking me off, the Explorers and I were going to roast our shafts and balls without cutting 'em off first -- and then feed Sparks some real fresh meat."
"While you watched?"
Rip nodded slowly and stroked the petals massaging his shaft. "It'd be kinda wild, watching some stud take my organs like that -- either roasted or just -- raw. But if I went through Eliminations, I might have to take somebody else like that --" Rip shivered. "-- or else I'd have to lose a contest on purpose, and that isn't . . ."
"Yeah." Freddy looked down at the two petal-sheathed shafts for a moment, then raised his head. "How 'bout what the guys in the machine shop were building for Eliminations? I saw three guys castrate themselves with a motor-driven vise, checking to see if the thing worked the way they wanted it to."
Rip shook his head. "Wouldn't be the same -- you're not feeding something that's alive -- you're not getting eaten. I even helped Abe build an organ grinder -- just let it get a hold on your glans, and it pulls the rest in, balls and all, turning your sex-meat into cock-&-ball burger. Couple of studs thaat we checked it out on, they liked being gelded that way; but . . ." He licked his lips. Down in the base of his manhood, he felt himself coming to a boil. "Anyway, I ran into Griff, and he said -- uh -- ya sure this thing doesn't put out some kinda smell to make studs want to feed it?"
"We never found anything, but -- you getting close?"
"It better hold on tight, because I'm going to blast."
"Yeah?" Freddy hesitated, then reached down and cupped Rip's big balls in his right hand. "You got the equipment for it, and then some."
"Here it comes!" Rip's muscles tensed. He pulled his belly in, expanded his chest. Deep inside, hot sperm spurted, a pulsing flood that the flower sucked from his organs. "Whee-ow!"
"Okay?"
"Sure." Rip took a deep breath. "Felt weird. The thing took root, and I tried to squirt it out, but it drank everything I pumped out." He exhaled slowly, aware of the sun on his bare skin, of Freddy's warm fingers gripping his balls, of the petals massaging his hard shaft. "Harder now than when I started; and inside, getting ready with another load." He glanced down at the flower; its petals were flushing to a pink, reddening as he watched. "Fucker's already going for my blood," he growled.
"It's gotta, even a guy as big and -- and lusty as you are."
Rip grinned and tousled Freddy's hair. "Okay, kid. Let's feed this sucker until Griff shows up with the studs he's collecting. How soon ya gonna shoot again?"