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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!