Roots

Chris sighed as he looked at the timetable, which showed that the final train home had been cancelled, again.

"God fucking damnit." He muttered, bunching his coat closer in the cold British wind. This wasn't the first, hell even the fifth time this had happened to him since starting his new job a few months ago and he was sick of it. At least he knew the way home, he thought to himself bitterly, the platitude doing nothing to raise his mood at the thought of another cold and lonely walk home.

Setting off from the station, Chris considered his options. He could take the entire walk home, looping around the massive park that dominated the centre of his town, or he could jump the fence and drop a substantial chunk of his walk. He was sure that he could navigate it, he had done it plenty of times in the past after all, he was just worried about getting caught. Firstly, it was technically illegal, since the park closed early during the winter months, and Chris was already in hot water with the local police because of a few "misunderstandings" they had shared. Secondly, and even more worrying, his ex worked for the park's security and running into her... Well he didn't even want to think how that would pan out given their less than amicable breakup and her apparent obsession with winning him back.

Just as Chris was beginning to write off the idea once again and resign himself to another dreary trudge through the streets, a car drove past him and through a puddle, spraying a gigantic wall of water up and soaking Chris through to the bone.

"Fucking arsehole!" He yelled at the car, which was rapidly disappearing into the murky night. Fearing he may not have got his point across, Chris held up his middle finger, hoping the occupant would see him and feel at least some remorse. Unfortunately he would never find out, and his frustration, coupled with a renewed urgency to get back to his flat, warm up and change clothes, led to him making a snap decision, grabbing the wrought iron fence to his left and hauling himself over it.

"Ah, fuck!" The young man yelled as he landed in a snowdrift that was deeper than it appeared, twisting his ankle and causing pain to shoot up his leg.

"God, could this fucking night get any worse?" He muttered, gripping his ankle and hauling himself up on the bars of the fence. Limping gingerly over to the path, he grunted with frustration, trying to power through the pain in his ankle and look around for any familiar landmarks.

He instantly realised that he had made a mistake jumping the fence on impulse, as in the dark, he had absolutely no idea where he was. There was no signage nearby that he could see, the trees looked entirely the same and the path stretched off into the darkness on both sides, with nothing, not even a bench in sight. Rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration, he sighed and resolved to just pick a direction and walk, assuming he would find some sort of landmark he could use to pinpoint his location and map his route somewhere close to his home.

An hour later, by Chris' slightly broken watch, he had still found absolutely nothing he recognised.

"How big is this fucking park?" Chris wondered aloud "I swear I should have found something by now." As he wandered, following the tarmac path as best he could, imaginary eyes began prickling the back of his neck, making his footfalls just a little faster and his goosebumps not just a symptom of the cold as he began to imagine what horrors lurked in the void just beyond his vision. This faster pace, however, alongside his very limited vision, caused him to trip over a root that he swore hadn't been there before, almost slithering out of the darkness to trip him up. This was the final straw and he stood, wincing at the (dulled but still noticeable) pain and stomping on the root repeatedly, swearing as he did so.

After venting his anger he swept some hair out of his eyes, scanning the path ahead for anything of note, when he noticed something.

There were a lot more roots there, and they definitely hadn't been there when he fell.

"Uhm.. okay, that's fucking weird." Chris said to himself quietly, subconsciously trying not to alert anything that might be nearby. Gingerly he stepped over the original root, threading his way slowly though the sudden web of roots that dominated the ground, growing under and through the tarmac at his feet in a way he swore wasn't happening the last time he had visited. He frowned as a fork in the path became visible. There was no signage to indicate where each path led, but to his sudden joy he could see a very faint light off in the distance on the left branch. Not caring if it could possibly be security, or even his ex, he limped as fast as his leg would carry him, the promise of being able to leave the confusing maze of a park behind for the night so tantalisingly close.

As he approached the light, he grimaced. It wasn't on the path, instead coming from behind some bushes just off to the left, with a small dirt channel in the grass leading to a gap in the hedges.

"Fucks sake, probably some goddamn chavs lighting up or some shit." He grumbled, but his feet were already leading him into the hedgerow, reasoning with himself that they might be wankers, but they would also definitely know a way out if this was a spot they frequented during the early hours of the morning.

As he broke through the hedges he was surprised to find a small grotto, illuminated by innumerable luminescent plants. The grass he was standing on felt strangely springy, as if it were made of rubber, and the earth felt softer. There was a faint buzzing, and he noticed that millions of tiny lights hung in the air, lazily bobbing around the clearing in no particular direction. The middle of the clearing was dominated by one huge plant that sat directly on the floor, a huge centre surrounded by what Chris assumed were giant orange petals, covered in white spots, folding outwards and draping below the rest of the plant. Converging under the plant, Chris was shocked to see the roots from earlier, disappearing under the megaflora.

He stooped low, running his hands over one of the slightly exposed roots. To his shock, it felt almost slimy, and there was a heady aroma coming from it that made his head go slightly foggy. He shook it, and stood up, taking a deep breath of the crisp, cold air to clear his mind. As he stood, wondering how he had possibly stumbled into what seemed to be some sort of fantasy LARP area of the park, he felt something touch his ankle, slithering slowly around it and leaving a warm, wet trail.

He yelped, kicking his leg out and accidently putting all of his weight on to the twisted ankle, causing it to buckle and him to drop, landing square on his ass on the soft grass. Groaning in pain he turned to see what had touched his leg, and to his surprise, he saw one of the smaller roots, writhing on the ground as if searching for him again.

"Hell no. Fuck this I'm fucking out" Thoroughly freaked out, Chris hauled himself to his feet and limped at a brisk pace back to where he had entered the clearing. Suddenly, he felt more roots worm their way out of the ground around his trainers, groping feebly at his feet. With this he picked up his pace, wanting to leave whatever weird alternate dimension he had stumbled into. When he reached the place he had entered however, he was confused to see a solid wall of hedgerow, with no obvious point of entry or exit. His skin began to crawl as he frantically began to walk up and down the hedge, searching for some way to escape whatever twisted reality he had found himself in. Suddenly he felt his pace slow, as thicker roots began to entangle his legs, slowly creeping up beneath his jeans, leaving a warm web of sticky fluid criss crossing his legs. He leant down to bat it away, but quickly found it slithering up his arms too, restricting his movement as he tried to tear them away, fighting the thick scent that rose up, making his brain fuzzy and thoughts slower.

As his brain slowed down, fogging up as he inhaled more and more of the root's aphrodisiac, his motions of resistance similarly slowed until he was only putting up a token struggle, thoughts gone entirely, robotically repeating the last motions he could remember as his energy faded into nothingness and he stood stock still in the grip of the roots, jaw slack and limbs hanging loosely by his sides. The roots slowly raised further until the catatonic Chris was hanging in the air, the feeling of the slithery, groping branches winding their way across his flesh going directly to the pleasure centre of his brain, cramming it even further with a blank desire for pleasure, so much that he began to slowly gyrate his hips.

Meanwhile, the smaller roots were slowly, agonisingly, spreading up towards his crotch, and he gasped as he felt them encircle his balls, keeping them in a tight, though only slightly painful, grip and move upwards, wrapping around his cock and bringing it to life with slow, teasing pumps, almost as if the plant knew what it was doing. The larger roots were growing around his waist, keeping him suspended, and moving across his flat, toned, chest. As they reached his nipples the tip split into quarters, almost like a mouth of some kind, and began to suckle at his teat, making him groan low under his breath.

This was swiftly silenced, though, as yet more roots grew up along his back and looped around to his mouth, splitting once again and parting his lips to dive into his mouth, dripping a warm green liquid that tasted like fresh caramel, filling his head with yet more mist, and making him gurgle around the thick invader that drove past his lips and down into his throat, vigorously fucking down into it to deliver more and more of its potent aphrodisiac. Chris' eyes rolled back in his head as a particularly thick root wound its way down past his spine and gently slipped its way past his waistband, probing tenderly between his ass for his tight hole. Starting small, it wormed its way gently inside with shallow thrusts, opening him up more and more with each pass and making his legs spasm gently with pleasure. Dimly, he could feel it penetrating deeper and deeper, making its way past his sphincter and pressing against his prostate with every push and pull. Just as he was beginning to get lost in the feeling, something huge bumped against his ass and he whined gently, not entirely sure if this could get any stranger.

His concerns however, were answered as he felt it gently push deeper, his hole widening to accommodate this strange new intruder, If Chris could think, he would have estimated it to be about the size of his fist, but as it was his mind was too far gone to think of anything but the pleasure the roots were giving him, and the seed it was slowly dripping into him.

He was an obscene sight, suspended about two feet in the air, laying over a set of roots twisted around his waist and keeping him high up. Clothes bulging to their limit and writhing as the roots beneath his boxers rubbed his erect cock up and down, milking the precum from the head, as another large root split to encircle the head and undulate around it, seeming to swallow the seed into its endless underground system. A similar story was happening above his waist, where his nipples were encircled as if the plant was trying to coax milk from him to feed itself, as it began to pick up speed, fucking itself into his throat, almost making him choke from the veritable waterfall of liquid spraying down his throat. Finally, the plant managed to get it's thick knot like structure to fully penetrate him, its thrusts becoming shallower due to it being unable to pull out any more than an inch, with the cartoonishly huge balloon of its knot keeping him plugged.

This stimulation on every part of his skin was proving too much to Chris, who was rapidly approaching the edge, so deliciously close, yet frustratingly far, due to the roots keeping his balls in a tight grip, acting like some sort of cock ring to keep him as far from the crest of pleasure as it could. He felt a root snake its way around his throat, constricting around his windpipe in a way that would have made him keen in desperation if he could possibly talk, but instead just made him thrust harder into the root snaking around his cock, desperately chasing the high that the plant finally gave to him, giving his balls one final squeeze and retracting the appendages keeping him on that delicious edge, making him howl as his cock sprayed inside his boxers, the largest orgasm he had ever had, that he swore went on for a minute straight, until eventually he felt himself hit a wall of exhaustion. Everything around him went black, and the last thing he could retain with his rapidly failing senses was the plant still wrapped around him, using his body for god knows what end.

The next morning, as dawn rose, a woman strode along the path of Brookford Park, finally relieved of her night guard duty and ready to head home to relax, when she saw a body curled up on the tarmac path. She hurried over, worried someone may be hurt, when she suddenly recognised the body of her ex, clothes torn and covered in some sort of strange, sticky liquid. His clothes were stretched and torn, especially around his genital areas and his chest, where the majority of the residue lay. Her look of concern turned into a devilish smirk as she took out her phone, snapping some quick photos, especially of his backside, where it seemed that quite a lot of the residue was leaking from. She slowly helped him up and covered him up as best she could with her jacket, thoughts going a mile a minute.

She held all the power now, and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest.