By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Freddy "Fingers" Finklebein paused in bemusement at the long line of men waiting to enter the small shop in the middle of the street. Their line stretched down the sidewalk and bent around to the first residential street. What in the world?
A line of patrons at a business isn't that unheard of. Many towns have a restaurant or a shop going out of business or a store selling the latest iPhone or such that can generate such a line of people. But this was not any of those.
The sign above the doorway was written in a cursive but legible script, "Jefferson's Shop of Exotic Flowers," and below that in smaller letters, "We specialize in the most peculiar specimens we can locate."
Men were going out the door with some odd-looking flowers, in pots every time and they all seemed very happy with their purchase and Freddy thought that his particular profession didn't require him to understand the appeal of the merchandise. He was more interested in the sales and how much cash this small unassuming flower shop had. He peered inside, and an elderly man seemed to be the only employee, he was talking to the patrons, going in the back and bringing out the plants which the man cheerfully paid, always in cash.
One man with his purchase came walking nearby, his flower having large purple petals and swaying in the wind and asked him, "Pardon me, but how much did you pay for that extraordinary flower?" He pointed at it and the flower seemed to start to reach for his hand before he drew it back.
"Two hundred and fifty dollars, cash," the man replied. "And worth every penny and then some." The man went on, hurrying as if eager to get home with his new plant.
Freddy still didn't understand but he multiplied that man with the men in line and realized that he had just found his work for that night. After all, Freddy had started his life as a shoplifter and pickpocket and these days, he had graduated up to being a burglar. He no longer picked pockets, he picked cash registers and cheap safes from small places like this one!
Freddy Fingers wasn't a bad-looking guy overall, with a mop of wavy black hair on his head, his eyes were a sparkling brown and his face was somewhat rounded but if you had seen him looking at you in a gay bar, you wouldn't have hesitated to decide that you had just found your answer to that cold bed waiting for you at home tonight and you would have smiled back and turned the old "Charm" knob up as high as it would go. He was wearing a black t-shirt that fit his muscled frame like a paint job and showed his every muscle with every movement and his waist was as thin as a champion bodybuilder's. He might have flourished as a gay model, had his young life been better than scratching for everything he needed. Life can make choices for us in this world.
The loss of a single day's receipts would not be a killing blow for the shop, it would reopen as soon as the owner made a trip to the bank. And Freddy Fingers could pay his rent for the month on the flat he was living in. Maybe even upgrade his place a bit.
He went back to his place and readied himself for the night's work. Small shops always had very poor security, his bolt cutter alone would probably handle the entire job, but he carried a set of lock-picks just to be safe. Tonight had better pay off well, he had a "Three Day Pay or Quit" notice on his front door. Not his fault his last few jobs had netted him little more than eating money!
The shop closed at 8:00pm and he waited not far from the front door, looking like a guy waiting for a bus. The old man locked the door at 8:30pm and he walked slowly away and vanished from view. Freddy Fingers kept an eye on him until he was gone, and then waited fifteen minutes more for good measure. No sign of the guy. Long enough.
The front of the business didn't even have a metal fence with a lock to deal with, only the front door lock. His lock-pick set to work and he opened it in less than a minute. He slipped inside and turned on his headlamp that he used to light his way into the inner depths of the flower shop. He didn't have to worry about being seen through the windows, they were shuttered with wood shutters of all things!
The inside of the shop was totally devoid of flowers, odd but not ridiculous, they probably had been taken into the back to put under sun lamps or such. All that was left on the shelves was a bit of odd soil that leaked from the pots in some way or other. Not very clean for a shop, maybe the owner mopped up in the mornings. None of his business. That was on the counter. The cash register.
A quick look showed him the cash drawer had been removed, maybe locked up in a safe in the back. No big problem, he had all night to work on opening it, but probably could bust it open in less than a minute.
He opened the back door and gasped in surprise. A hundred different varieties of plants, and he didn't recognize a single one! And they were all moving, swaying about as if reaching for something. He didn't feel a draft in this place, but they couldn't be moving by themselves...could they? He moved into the room, closing the door and turning on the lights to see it all clearer.
There was the cash drawer, sitting out in plain view and stuffed to the brim with green, glowing cash! His eyes could make out one drawer's overflowing contents as holding hundred dollar bills. There must be 10 K in there, easy! Ten thousand lovely dollars, and his for the taking.
A few waving fronds and blooms didn't bear noticing or even brushing aside, as he moved toward the marvelous, magnificent money!
A large leaf stroked over his chest as he moved past a large palm-like tree and he ignored it. The next "palm tree" leaf got him from the other side and he brushed at it and realized the first one had somehow attached itself to his clothing! Other leaves were now slipping over his legs and he gasped. These things were like hands and they had a hold on him! "Yeee-owwww!" he cried out as he realized that he couldn't move any more.
A yellow flower roughly shaped like a daisy slapped itself over his face. He breathed in and the "daisies'" pollen sank into his nostrils and he felt dizzy, very, very dizzy. His world was swirling, his body felt weak, so weak.... He lost consciousness.
He awoke a short time later, it couldn't have been long, and he was suspended in the air and writhing as the fronds had gripped his limbs firmly. He moved and realized that he was naked, stark naked in mid-air at the mercy of these...these...what were they?
He looked at the plants closer and realized with a chill that these plants were unlike anything of Earth, they were conscious and alive and their leaves were mobile! They had grabbed him, knocked him out and stripped him bare-ass naked!
Red flowers with small black dots on their petals reached for him on long, prehensile stalks. One big one, surrounded by a myriad of small ones, only an inch or so across. They came at him in a mass as if interlinked some way he didn't see. They landed on his body from his lower neck to his thighs and clamped onto his body almost simultaneously, the biggest one enveloping his fear-shriveled cock and balls.
He wormed to shake them off, then they began to move. All the small flowers were brushing his body where they had landed. Two had caught his nipples and they tweaked and teased the tits until they drove him wild. The other points were brushing and...were they licking?...his flesh. He quit struggling and that only stirred the small flowers to work faster on his body.
The large one on his family jewels was doing the same thing with a big difference, this part of his body was waking up. He hadn't had any company for Mr. Dong for some time besides Mr. Hand for quite some months, the women all wanted him to wine and dine them and then settle for a quick feel on the fifth or so date. The easier ones were more blunt about it, just give them the money. Whether full-time hookers or a woman who didn't mind picking up a bit of extra cash that way, he had to pay for it, through the nose!
But this loving was completely rent-free! He couldn't help it, despite his plight, he felt his cock stiffening and thickening, and as it rose, the big flower formed a shape that put him in mind of a red-toned tiger lily. This "lily's" petals formed a cup with a deep bottom and this fitted itself over his prong and the petals curled together until it was a near-solid bud with his cock trapped within. What the hell would happen next?
He got his answer, two...somethings...grabbed hold of his balls, one each and began to wrangle and tug on them mercilessly. His nuts were encased and he didn't understand what could be doing it, but the lily was in the way and he couldn't move enough to see. He groaned and his woody grew even fatter if possible.
The lily felt it and to Freddy Fingers' amazement, began to pulse its petals. They were clutching his cock in a manner that rippled up and down his shaft the entire length and the cockskin was milked by the motions just as well as fingers or a warm, wet mouth could do it. Hell, about three times better, in fact.
He gasped and his body rippled in segments as well as his stirred desire caused him to move his head, his shoulders, his chest, his ribs, his abdomen, his hips, his thighs, his knees and calves, and then he'd start again at the top with his head again. He was bucking like that as the lily worked over his dong like a master-class whore who was loving her job!
"Oh, oh, man, I see why this place is so fucking popular!" he moaned. "I got to get me one of these! For sure! Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-OHHHHHHH!"
He had been lowered onto the floor on his back and the lily was now atop him and the speed of the rippling pulses its petals made worked his dong faster. He was moaning nonstop now, and his passion was bubbling up inside of him. He moaned and his hips thrust upward, his need driving the lily up and down as it rippled, rippled, rippled, and he let out a long, low moan.
"Is someone there?" came a voice out of the darkness.
"Who are you?" another voice said from the same direction.
Freddy Fingers was too lost in passion to answer, he was climaxing and responded only with an "UHHH-UHHHH, UHHHH-UHHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UH-UH-UH-UH, UHHHH! HUHHHHH-HUNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
He shot a load that had been building ever since his last masturbation six days ago. He blew hard, thick, and hearty, the lily seemed to form a vacuum in its base that was scarfing up the jizz as fast as he could squirt it and he finished with an, "OHHHH, ohhhh, ohhhhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!"
"Who are you?" the second voice demanded.
"Answer us!" the first pleaded.
"He can't help us, guys!" a new, third voice said in a tone of resignation. "He's just another damned victim."
"Can you get to us? Can you hear us?"
"I hear you," Freddy Fingers gasped.
"Are you able to move around now?"
"Uhhhh, yeahhhh." Freddy found the fronds had let him go.
"Okay. You have to act fast. Get out of here, now, run for the door as quick as you can, and hurry before another plant gets to you. Hurry, damn it, hurry!" the third man called frantically.
"Get the police here! Get anybody! Help us!" The voices were all talking as one, making the individual talkers impossible to detect,
Freddy Fingers got to his feet and looked around for his clothes.
"Go now, now!" the third man yelled.
Freddy Fingers didn't go, and that was his mistake. The hesitation was done and he turned toward the front door and another daisy was waiting there to plaster itself over his face! He sucked in air to try to yell and the darkness closed on him again.
Again, he couldn't have been out long, he awoke to the men calling out and he was again pinned down by fronds, these were thinner and more like the thick blades some plants have that are long, stiff and sharp-pointed, these were all but stiff, they were wrapped around his arms and legs like being bound up in thick flat cords. "Gahhhh, another one's got me!"
"That's all of it. He's one of us now!" the third man said, his voice again resigned to his fate.
"He might get loose! Can't you at least try to?" the second one begged.
"We're screwed, we're totally screwed!"
A thump on the floor next to his feet, and he looked down at it.
Voice 2: "Oh, no, a pod! He's got a pod!"
Voice 1: "He's done for!"
Voice 3: "Of course he is."
"What's it going to do to me?" Freddy asked. He saw the pod opening, and it showed him a pair of what appeared to be the stamens of the pod, one held a long tube shape and the other was blunt headed and covered with a pale yellow dust, suspended in a clear liquid. The shape of that stamen and its coating was crystal clear. "Oh, shit!" he gasped.
A ring of other smaller stamens were around the other stamen, and they dilated their tops to form circular shallow-cupped discs with a small hole in the center. After that, Freddy Fingers couldn't see any more of the pod's extensions of stamens or whatever else it had, because his body was contacted by the two stamens. The one with the hollow-tube center slid over his cock which had stiffened on him at the hint of more sex, the damned traitor, and he soon was getting pulsed back to full erection. The other cup-discs landed on his balls and inner thighs and the cups worked like suction cups to fasten them to his flesh. The ones on his nuts began to wrench and wrangle his balls, this was different from the flowers, the balls were being stretched by a vacuum to lengths and directions they weren't meant to go! Damn, that hurt like hell! The other suction cups were just using suction to hang on to the body so he couldn't move and dislodge the bigger one sucking his cock.
Then the other stamen with the sticky goo of yellow dust got to his body, and he grunted as the target of that slimy plant-pecker was his poor, poor ass. He moaned as the slimy rod jabbed at his virginal sphincter and it dented but didn't give way, the stamen jabbed again and this time the stamen sank in a half inch or so only, but it kept the ground it had seized and began to push resolutely inwards.
Freddy Fingers moaned. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, shit, it's fucking me, it's fucking me, guys! What is it? What's going on here?"
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" The third man answered with a sound very akin to relish, he was about to gain more company in his misery. "All those men coming in buying the smaller plants? This whole room only looks like it's different plants. It's the same plant in different stages. Suffice it to say that you have just been pierced in the ass with the biggest section of this plant, is all."
"But...but why?"
"I don't know, damn it! Maybe it likes the taste of jizz. Maybe it uses it for fertilizer. Maybe it just likes ramming us to be ramming us. Your guess is as good as mine!"
"But...what...do...you...know? Huhhh!" Freddy Fingers was getting screwed harder now, he gasped and moaned and the stamen-cock responded and jabbed at him roughly, then resumed the faster pace of pumping his butt.
"Not much to know. We all saw the shop doing a lot of sales, and figured it would be an easy score. That's what you thought, isn't it?"
"Uhhhh."
"Of course you did, you're as dumb as the rest of us. So we broke in at night like you did, and walked in like you did, and got caught like you did. The owner will come in and find you in the morning and add you to us. They're inanimate during the day. He'll chain you up here like we are."
"But...why?"
"Again, I don't know. He sets different cuttings of the plant to us and they feed on us during the night. In the morning he takes them away and offers them for sale. And now you know as much as we do."
"You forgot about Ted," the second man pointed out.
"What about Ted?" grunted Freddy Fingers.
"Another guy that got in here. The pod fucking you got him and the next day, he was gone." That was the fearful first voice.
"Gone?" whimpered Freddy Fingers.
"Taken away," the third one affirmed. "Haven't heard from him since. We don't exactly get newspapers in here."
"Uhhhhh, ohhhhhh, oh, no, ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, uhhhhhh!" Freddy Fingers was scared but between the suction cups, the tube-stamen milking his prick and the other stamen jamming his shit-chute, he was losing it. Losing it. LOSING IT! "AHH-AHHH-UHHH-AHHH-AHHH, AHHHH-UHHHH, KUH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, KUH-HUH-HUNNNNNNHHHHH!" His dick sprayed its depleted spunk into the stamen which sucked it up, the cups yanking his balls let go and the others let go in their turn. The stamen in his butt drew out and it was now barren of any slimy covering, it had left it in his butt. Why had it left its pollen in his ass, except for. "Oh, no, oh no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He began to yell and curse and yell and curse and the pod stayed where it was and never turned him loose, but fed two more loads off his cock before was done. The fuck-stamen stayed away, it was done with him.
The owner came in the next day and clucked when he saw the man naked and sweating and swearing, apparently driven mad by his ordeal. He cut the man loose and led him away, gibbering but seeming to feel his trauma was now over. The other three men were physically drained and he let them down as well and led them in chains to the place he kept them during the day so they could rest and eat and recover.
Done with that he put the now-fertilized cuttings and their pots and arranged them on the shelf. He was now prepared for another day of prosperous sales of his cuttings to the lonely men of the city.
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