Muscular soldier caught and milked by vines

Mike and his squad walked through a wooded area. Their entire squad consisted of trained men and they were all muscular soldiers. The musclemen were dressed in body armor, camouflage pants and boots, and carried machine guns in their hands. The island was in a hot area, so their bodies were covered in sweat so that their muscles glistened in the rare light under the canopies of tall trees.

They have came here as a rescue party. Last month an entire reconnaissance detachment disappeared here during the war and no one had sent for them until now. They were dropped here recently only to find missing soldiers or their bodies. Or traces of what kidnapped or killed them.

Mike wiped the sweat from his brow and continued cutting down the plants that were blocking the passage. They walked further and further into the jungle, but did not find anything that could be of interest. He was incredibly bored, so in order to amuse himself at least a little, he looked at his brothers.

Even though he wasn't gay (probably), his eyes were drawn to the flexing muscles of his colleagues. He couldn't get enough of those round biceps and broad shoulders. All of them, including Mike himself, were handsome men with perfect bodies, and the body armor on their bare torso did little to hide it. And under the camouflage pants, their large buttocks were clearly visible.

Suddenly he felt a slap on his ass, “Don't get distracted, soldier!” The captain's stern voice sounded. Mike lowered his eyes in embarrassment and continued walking through the jungle.

Mike swung his machete, cutting through various vines and plants to get further. Dozens of different birds were chirping around, many tree frogs were croaking, there were sounds of rustling plants and the tramp of stern soldiers all around. Peering through the trees in search of the target of the attack, he suddenly noticed how the vine trembled and quickly crawled away. Mike looked in this direction in surprise, thinking about whether to inform the captain about what he had seen, but, after thinking a little, he chalked it up to a snake.

Suddenly, Mike heard groans coming from somewhere far away. Judging by the fact that everyone turned their heads in the direction of the sound, Mike was not the only one who heard it. The captain gestured in that direction, and the entire squad methodically moved towards the groans. Moving in the indicated direction and getting closer and closer to the sound, one could discern that these were male moans.

Raising their machine guns, the detachment advanced through the forest with a professional gait. Picking up his pace, Mike picked his way through the jungle plants. The moans became louder and louder. Finally, approaching the source of these sounds, the entire detachment was stunned.

Between two trees, covered in vines and with his arms outstretched at his sides, stood a man. He was muscular, his body glistening in the sun with sweat. He was wearing scraps of clothing that only slightly covered his naked body. He was wearing torn pants, the pieces of which covered only his crotch. The remnants of the fabric were stretched as if by a thick rod. And a thick liana curled out of the hole in her thigh. He was all tied up with vines, hands and feet. Even his mouth was covered with vines. Then Mike's gaze fell on his large penis, which was also wrapped in vines.

Seeing us, he began to moan louder, as if he was begging us for something... Or warning us. His body looked strong and healthy, but there was exhaustion in his eyes. He began to squirm all over, trying to free himself. And then his abs tensed, and after a few seconds his body began to shake. He began to breathe deeper, and his moans turned into growls.

'What is it? Is he some kind of pervert?” said one of the soldiers. Suddenly, a thick stream of sperm flew out of this stallion's penis, landing on the soldier. “Damned!” he shouted, looking at the cumming man with disgust and amazement at the same time.

"Quiet!" the captain hissed, “It could be a trap.”

Mike stood in a fighting stance, taking out his gun, and looked around, trying not to notice the deep moans of the helpless muscleman, releasing stream after stream of selected sperm. He didn't see anything. But suddenly, there was a rustling of leaves around. He turned sharply in one direction, then in the other, trying to find a target, but there was nothing, only plants.

Then a sharp cry from a soldier was heard from behind. Mike turned sharply in his direction and saw how this large man was being dragged deeper into the forest by something. Everyone aimed in his direction, but no one dared to shoot, because there was only their screaming comrade-in-arms.

Another cry was heard in the other direction. This time it was another bodybuilder who was carried away. This time all the soldiers began to shoot in panic at everything around them, but it did not help. People were carried away one by one.

The comrade closest to Mike was suddenly grabbed by the legs, and Mike saw that they were vines. The vines wrapped around the leg of this jock and pulled him deeper. Mike grabbed his hands. Surprisingly, the vines were very strong and the strength of two trained fighters was barely enough to hold their victim. The soldier began to shoot at the vines, but there were too many of them, and they kept coming and coming. Then a thicker vine grabbed the unfortunate fighter and pulled him. Mike strained every muscle to hold on to his brother, but the soldier's large, sweaty hands slipped from Mike's grasp, and the helpless soldier was kidnapped.

Mike froze, looking into the frightened eyes of his comrade and how strange vines were dragging him away. He could not do anything. Distracted by him, he did not notice how a vine wrapped around his boot. As soon as she pulled, Mike gasped in surprise and fell to the ground, dropping his machine gun and machete. He was instantly overcome by unprecedented fear. He tried to fight off the vine with his other leg, but it was wrapped too tightly. Mike felt her pulling on him and began to push harder in panic.

But this did not help, then he suddenly grabbed his boot and began to untie the laces as quickly as he could. He untied the laces so that he could pull his foot out of the boot. He took off his boot with effort, stood up with the speed of a professional fighter and ran to the machete.

As he bent down to pick up the machete, a vine suddenly wrapped around his arm. Mike looked at his hand in horror and tried to shake off the vine. But she had other plans for the jock and she pulled his hand up. Immediately another vine wrapped itself around the second hand and lifted it in the same way. So he hung under the tree, struggling and kicking around.

The vines wrapped around his legs so that they were connected together. Now Mike could only move his hips and muscular torso. He kicked and kicked, trying to escape from this grip or break his bonds, tensing every muscle in his body. But he was as helpless as that strange man stuck between the trees.

Mike began to feel small vines reaching towards his body. To his horror, he had already heard several male groans somewhere in the forest around him. Several vines made their way along his body armor, clinging to the clasps on it. They pulled on them and tore them off, and his body armor parted to the sides, revealing his perfect abs and part of his toned chest, which were glistening with sweat from the effort. His entire body was tense, showing the definition of his large muscles.

"Crap!" Mike said, gritting his teeth from tension, when suddenly he felt some thick vine touch his bare heel. Helpless Mike could not do anything about it, and the vine penetrated under his pant leg and headed up. It was wet, and Mike screwed up his face in disgust. And the vine kept making its way, leaving behind a wet trail on his feet.

Mike looked down and saw the outline of a vine appearing through his pants. To his incredible horror, it was too close to his genitals. “Fucking creature!” Mike shouted, unable to do anything else.

Meanwhile, the vine was already at his sweaty balls. "No! What the fuck?” shouted the muscular soldier. He felt her touch his balls, making his eyes widen. In a few seconds she was completely wrapped around his balls. Mike growled and squirmed, trying to free himself, trying to escape his fate, but all in vain. Suddenly the vine squeezed his balls, causing Mike to cry out in pain and freeze, after which the vine's grip loosened slightly.

Mike looked down in fear at the vine-shaped bulge in his pants. Then he felt a sharp pain on his sack. He groaned in pain. It felt like a thousand needles were stuck into his big sack of cum. Trying to cope with the new sensations, Mike forced himself to push away thoughts of what would happen to him. What if his manhood were ripped out of his body? What will happen to him now?

"Help!!!" Mike shouted into the void, hoping that he would be saved. Looks like the moaning bodybuilder they found was part of the missing reconnaissance team. They suffered the same fate as our unfortunate detachment.

Suddenly, a familiar slight tingling sensation began in his exhausted balls. Then Mike felt his cock engorged, becoming harder and harder. “Fuck!” Mike said, not understanding how his body would react this way in such a situation. Soon his pants were being pulled down by more than just a thick vine. A low groan escaped his lips at the discomfort caused by the pressure of the fabric on his penis.

And then the little vine took over and continued on its way. This time her target was the horny Mike's cock. The soldier was breathing rapidly from sexual excitement. Vine slowly moved forward. Touching his penis, it sent out a flash of pleasure that spread throughout his body. Leaving a wet trail, it made its way along Mike's boner straight to the dickhead. And every movement was accompanied by wild pleasure. He moaned with pleasure, hoping for release.

Suddenly he heard quick footsteps and a sharp swing of a machete. The vine, to the disappointment of the aroused Mike, stopped moving and sagged. Another swing and his muscular arms were freed. To his happiness, he saw the captain of their squad.

“Run, soldier! Run and don’t look back!” the captain shouted loudly, striking another machete blow at the vines that had tangled Mike's legs.

The stallion stood up with an effort of will and ran back to where they had come from. It was difficult to run when the fabric of his camouflage pants squeezed his engorged penis, causing a wave of desire as it rubbed. Along the way, he removed the remains of small vines from his body. Then he heard a prolonged scream and, contrary to the captain's orders, turned towards him. Mike saw a terrible sight: his commander was enveloped in dozens of vines, and there were more and more of them. They stretched his muscular body in different directions, causing him to scream in pain. The vines did not stand on ceremony with him, as they did with Mike; they angrily tore off all his clothes, exposing the captain’s helpless body.

One of the thick vines sharply squeezed his testicles, which caused another cry of pain from the pumped up handsome man. “They own his body like a toy,” Mike thought with disgust and, not wanting the same fate for himself, turned around and ran away from this spectacle.

Mike had never felt such fear in the face of an enemy, not even when he was shot and nearly lost his life. But THIS was something special, he had never encountered anything like it. He remembered again the man found in the vines. Judging by the scraps of clothing, it was definitely a soldier, and most likely from that group that disappeared a month ago. “And he had been in this strange captivity for more than a month,” Mike thought with horror.

After fleeing, he decided to rest, leaning on one of the trees. A man's groans were heard in the distance, and, deciding that he had not gone far enough, Mike wandered further away from this shit. Strangely, he felt very tired, although in training he could run at this pace all day. His heart was pounding with adrenaline, and his breathing was rapid and deep, and despite this, his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Mike's sweaty body was burning with desire, and his hands went to his bulging crotch.

“Mmm... Damn, pull yourself together!” Mike caught himself, angry with himself for being so willful when some crap was going on around him, and his friends were dragged into the forest by fucking vines. He looked down at his pants and noticed a large wet spot at the end of his dick.

Mike took off his heavy body armor, completely exposing his powerful torso, took a walkie-talkie, a flashlight and a pair of knives from its pockets and threw it. Still, this would not protect him from the current danger, but would only slow him down. He had to come up with a plan to rescue his comrades, but how to cope with an unprecedented enemy?

And the desire to empty my balls only grew. “Those fucking things definitely did something to me,” Mike whispered, determined to resist the mindless lust.

Every step he took, every movement he made caused his boner to rub against the stretched fabric of his pants. His cock was clearly throbbing, yearning for release. Mike gritted his teeth and stopped for a break. He needed to think. He needed to cum... No!

Their squad was left on this damned island for a week, giving them everything they needed to survive. But all the supplies were carried by the members of the detachment; all these supplies remained in the very clearing where this nightmare began. It was hardly worth going there now.

Trying to ignore his pre-cum dripping boner, Mike grabbed the walkie-talkie and began broadcasting, “Anyone saved? Answer, this is Mike,” the soldier spoke into the radio, trying not to pay attention to the tingling sensation in his nuts. “I repeat, this is Mike. If anyone besides me escaped, tell me your location,” Mike said, barely holding back a groan.

“I repeat if... Ah!..” suddenly his whole body was seized by a spasm, and his hand dropped the walkie-talkie. Mike screamed, every muscle in his body tensed, showing his bodybuilder body in all its glory. He fell to his knees from tension, losing control of his body. The cum rushed up to his twitching member and then spurted out with terrifying force.

With every thrust of his cock, his entire body shook in orgasm, shooting his load into his pants. His boner kept spewing out his seed non-stop, overwhelming Mike's brain with pleasure. Soon this whole flow began to decline, and the body of the jock began to relax after an unexpected orgasm.

“Fuck!” the soldier grumbled, leaning against a tree. He was breathing deeply after the most amazing orgasm of his life. There was a sticky substance all over his pants, and underneath there was a cum stain that was quickly absorbed. Before this day, he would never have released such an incredible amount of seed from his balls.

With disgust, Mike took the walkie-talkie in his right hand, sticky with his sperm, and pressed the receive button, but in response he received only a monotonous hiss from the walkie-talkie. “It seems like there’s no one but me,” Mike thought with disappointment. How could he come without even touching his dick? What the fuck is wrong with this jungle?!

It’s strange, but after such a release he did not feel the long-awaited relief. His cock was still rock hard, and his latest orgasm only made him more eager to release another load of cum.

Mike decided to lie down a little in order to fully recover from his orgasm. He lay down with his back against the tree and relaxed as much as he could. It seemed as if he was being consumed by the desire to cum, but the professional soldier, with difficulty, was able to cope with his body and closed his eyes.

After lying there for 20 minutes, Mike decided to get up, but something prevented him. Looking down, he noticed with confusion on his face how small vines wrapped around his muscular arms. “Damn, they smelled my cum!” Mike said. He tensed the muscles of his arm and with a sharp movement broke the bonds, and then ran away from it.

He ran further and further, not noticing what was happening around. Then, he again felt the sperm approaching his erect penis. "How can?" Mike thought and stopped, trying to calm down his raging boner. He tried to catch his breath, trying to calm down, but it was becoming harder and harder to focus on anything other than his desire to cum. It seemed that if he moved an inch, he would immediately spill another of his load.

He threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to drive away dirty thoughts. As he began to calm down, he began to pay attention to the world around him again. His thoughts were interrupted by male groans. These were not his moans. Opening his eyes, Mike noticed that a muscular man was hanging right above him, covered in vines. He squirmed as much as possible. And then he froze and shook. Mike realized what was being done to him. Drops of the man's sperm fell on his face. Mike couldn't help himself.

He fell to all fours, screaming. He quickly took off his pants and grabbed his dick to squeeze it. Mike tried to stop the inevitable. He screamed, tensing his muscles, and sperm flew out of his dick at the speed of a gunshot straight to the ground. The soldier arched with each shot, trying to gain control of his body. His furious screams could be heard throughout the jungle, and the man’s sperm from above continued to pour onto his body.

“Ahh... Fuck... Those fucking vines will find me again... Aahh...” Mike grumbled. After a while, the strong flow of his sperm stopped, only drops fell from his penis. All this was absorbed into the ground at lightning speed. And the soldier himself tried to catch his breath in order to escape as quickly as possible. He suddenly noticed how big his balls had become, even though he had already cum twice. They looked like they were ready to burst.

Surprised by his nuts, Mike did not notice how several thick vines crawled up to him. They quickly wrapped themselves around him, strong but useless, against them. He began to struggle harder, straining every trained muscle, but it was all in vain. Even if he weren't so tired after orgasms, he still wouldn't be able to resist them.

Having secured Mike in a standing position, they grabbed both sides of his pants and tore them. There was only one shoe left on him. “Fucking creatures!” Mike shouted, struggling with all his might. His engorged cock dangled in front of him, spraying droplets of precum.

He could hear the unfortunate bodybuilder still moaning above him, who had been caught here a long time ago. Mike didn't want to repeat his fate, but the vines had other plans. He felt many small vines crawling over his muscular, bulging body. They moved slowly from below his thigh. They reached his penis and sensually crawled over it.

They moved just as slowly, causing Mike to involuntarily moan and twitch his penis. He tried to resist harder, but then another strong vine appeared and grabbed his waist, giving him less freedom. And the small vine continued its path along his erection. She approached the head of his penis and crawled towards the pissing slit.

"No! No! NO!" Mike shouted, hoping that this creature would hear his pleas. But the vine penetrated his penis and caused unpleasant sensations. Mike clenched his teeth and growled, trying to get rid of these sensations. Liana moved further and further along his thirsty member, and the pressure caused even more clear liquid to flow out of the member.

As he progressed, the soldier began to experience a strange pleasure from this process. He threw his head back, resisting the unwanted pleasure. And then the vine expanded inside his penis, causing a strange but tolerable sensation.

Then, one of the vines holding his waist began to move. She moved towards his exposed ass. No! He began to resist even more, but this was of little use. His big muscles were useless. To his horror, Mike felt a slippery, wet vine poke into his anus.

“Nooo! Bitch! Go away from me! Fuck off!” shouted the soldier, realizing what would happen next. There was no one up his ass and he didn't want to change that. Feeling a huge force pressing on his anus, he screamed. Ignoring his protests, the vine advanced into his rectum, causing the young fighter to scream in despair.

Something has happened to him that he could never even dream of in his nightmares. But this was happening in reality, he was living all this horror right now. The vine moved further and further through his intestines until she touched something that made Mike's body explode with pleasure. He couldn't help but groan loudly. It was as if he was overwhelmed by a wave that he could not cope with. Trying to maintain his composure, the soldier tried to resist the pleasure. The vine continued to stimulate his prostate, which elicited another moan from the muscular soldier.

“Ah... Let me go...” Mike grumbled, overwhelmed by new feelings. His moans mixed with those of the man above him. Disgust, fear, rage and pleasure mixed in the mind of the stunned fighter.

He felt the sperm from his balls pushing into his penis, trying to escape, but something was stopping it. That small vine was still inside his thirsty cock. She didn't let him cum! His cum sack was full, as if he hadn't released two giant loads of cum. He urgently needed to cum! It seemed as if just a little bit his balls would explode. He continued to be sexually stimulated by those damned vines. After a while, the pleasure turned into torture due to the inability to release his load.

“Let me cum!” the soldier growled, burning with desire.

But instead, the vines holding his helpless muscular body carried him somewhere deep into the forest. Mike was trying to get out of his situation, mostly to get that fucking vine out of his dick that was preventing him from cumming.

The vines kept dragging Mike through the forest, continuing to stimulate the sensitive body of the jock. His body touched every twig, every bush, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to shoot out his cum. He moaned, screamed, begged, but no one gave him the relief he so ardently desired. The fighter could only kick in useless attempts to free his sculpted body, which was already covered with scratches and abrasions.

Mike was so absorbed in his thoughts that at first he didn't hear the chorus of moaning men. As the vines slowed the pace of transporting the young bodybuilder's body, he tried to distract himself from his animalistic desire to release sperm and focused on the area around him.

And horror befell him. In the center of a sunlit clearing stood a giant plant with a huge pink bud. A hundred different vines came out of it, rushing in different directions. This monster flower has taken down numerous roots around itself. And the most important sight is dozens of unfortunate muscular men surrounding this flower. They were all tied and secured with vines. Some of them stood on the ground, held up only by vines, others were tied to trees, and some were hanging from them. Some of them were completely naked, while others were wearing scraps of their old clothes. And they all had raging, quivering boners, leaking precum!

Mike noticed that they, like him, were being fucked in the ass by vines, but a different vine was inserted into their mouths. They could not talk or scream, but only moan and grunt. Mike was tied to a tree by vines. Trying to suppress a groan of pleasure, he looked around at the men. Half of them were his colleagues. He then noticed the captain standing on one of the large roots, completely shrouded in vines. He stood there, moaning softly through the vine in his mouth.

"Captain!" Mike shouted, trying to get his leader's attention, “Captain! You hear me, hang in there. I... Ummmm...” he was interrupted by a vine that appeared as if out of nowhere. She quickly entered his mouth straight into his esophagus. Mike was overcome by a gag reflex, but the strange mucus from the vine seemed to cool his throat, and he stopped vomiting.

Fighting fear, he tried to gain control of his mind, but he was overwhelmed by too many feelings. Then, he felt some cool mucus pouring through his esophagus straight into his stomach, filling his stomach.

He tried to fight again, but in vain. How he wanted to cum. His balls won't last that long. Mike felt small vines move across his large pectoral muscles, heading towards his erect nipples.

“God, why do I deserve this?” the bodybuilder moaned, but everyone around heard only a plaintive groan, mixed with the groans of lust of the large men around. The vines wrapped around his nipples and began to methodically pinch them, simultaneously secreting cold mucus. Mike almost suffocated from the new sensations. He felt a strong tingling sensation hitting his nipples. The fighter bulged his eyes, trying to cope with the sensations of pain and wildest pleasure.

His cock twitched, constantly spraying precum around. He couldn't cope with these sensations. It was torture without the possibility of cumming. And all the men around were in the same situation. Were they all caught just for this? What does this fucking flower want from us? Those tied men were just bait!

Mike didn’t know how much time had passed, maybe several hours, or maybe several days, but this torture seemed to turn off his brain. His moans were part of a chorus of horny men trapped by an evil plant monster. But then, a small vine came out of his dick. And as if on a click, he came. Streams of thick cum erupted from his engorged cum. Mike howled, completely surrendering to this sensation.

From the sounds of it, he wasn't the only one who got short-term relief. All the men around were cumming, sending gallons of sperm into the ground, making loud moans. Such streams of sperm burst out of all their members as if they were cumming for the first time in a hundred years. Even more. They screamed through the vine in their mouths in an orgasmic frenzy. The entire seed was quickly absorbed into the roots of the plant and the ground.

Having received the best release of his life, Mike tried to catch his breath. “This fucking plant wants our sperm!” his own voice sounded in his head, “It's milking us!” And then the little vine crawled into his dick again. Dozens of groans of disappointment reached his ears.

And the sexual stimulation did not stop. And everything started all over again. This torture continued, turning all these men into nothing more than mindless dicks with balls that only wanted to give the seed on this plant, to feed it.

After some time, the plant allowed them to cum again. Everything happened exactly the same. The plant gave cum only twice a day. This was the best time in Mike's later life. The rest of the time there was only sexual torture. 

Now this body, these balls and cock did not belong to Mike. Now he is just a piece of muscular meat, which is needed only to feed this plant. Now he is only needed for watering this plant. Now only moans of excitement will be his music.