Race Ryan Space Cadet: Licked!
By Christuffer

From a distance, it looked like a huge green snail, curled in a tight spiral atop a round green cushion of stone. The object stood alone, like a solitary monument upon the vast, barren plain. Fascinated, Race trekked across the wasteland, leaving his ship’s recorder on long-range scan to capture his encounter with the unknown relic.
The planet was a carbon-oxygen, Class M, sphere with breathable atmosphere and virtually no detectable life. That in itself should have told the young cadet all was not as it appeared to be. Suspecting the green spiral was a pylon or planetary beacon from another visitor, Race felt confident that his ship’s scanners would warn him of any danger. It had been a long jump from GC-169, and he was happy to exercise his strong young body on te trek. The planet had three moons, one of which was already high in the southern sky, providing ample light for this brief jaunt. The handsome space cadet stretched his long arms, flexing his muscles, and set off at a slow jog towards the mysterious object.
When Race reached the thing it was clear that whatever its purpose had been it had long been abandoned. It stood nearly two meters high, towering over the young man. Running his hands over the rough green surface of the thing it seemed hard as stone and registered more or less the same temperature as the surrounding atmosphere.
After feeding his visual analysis to his ship thru his com-link, he resigned himself to hiking back to the ship to retrieve more fine-tuned instruments to scan the thing. Before he did that though, he decided to rest and take in the evening sky of this new planet. He lowered himself to the ground, his bare back to the lonely monument, running his big hands over his muscled chest, tweaking his firm nipples. It had been a long flight, after all. A little self-pleasure would clear his mind. Already his cock was responding to the stimuli, swelling and pressing against the stretchy red fabric of his trunks…Once again, he stretched his long arms out to his sides, enjoying the feeling of freedom: being out of the cramped space capsule.
Without warning, two purple tendrils, like whips, wrapped around his outstretched arms, pulling his broad back against the huge green pylon. “What the…?” “Auugghh!!!” Race was suddenly kicking his yellow rubber boots against the dry scrabble of the plain, but could get no purchase in the sandy soil. The tendrils pulled his arms back, and continued to stretch his arms wider and wider until he thought his shoulders would dislocate with the pressure. His huge pecs were completely exposed and vulnerable, his taught nipples throbbing with the pain of being stretched so tight. In this seated position, Race could not see behind him, but if he had seen, he would have been doubly worried: The snail-like top of the thing was now uncurling from the green cushion, extending like a huge arm over the helpless struggling cadet.
Now a third appendage emerged from the center of the strange creature. It was long and reddish, dripping with slime like a huge tongue. In the moonlight, Race saw the shadow of the gigantic arm uncurling behind him and turned his head to try and see the thing. He began to summon the automatic defense system on his ship as the green tube snaked over his head. “Ryan to base send…Mmmphhffff!!!” The space cadet’s orders were stifled as the slimy red tongue wrapped itself around his handsome face. “Mn-fffphh…fnn…nmm..!!!!!” The tongue pulled itself tight around his head, pressing its wet surface into his nose and mouth, sealing off his air.
Race continued to kick his powerful legs, the only free part of his body, trying to roll up onto his back, and snare the grasping tongue with his yellow boots. It was no use, his body was held taught against the base of the creature. Quickly running out of air, Race ceased his struggles, which seemed to cause the creature to relax a bit as well. Whatever this thing was, it had intelligence! As the slimy tongue loosened its powerful grip it slid around his head and across his face, lengthening, and sliding down his bare chest. Race was trying to focus on breathing slowly; gasping in what little air he could through the thick, muscled appendage, when he felt the velvet-like thing begin lapping at his muscled pectoral muscles, stroking his hard nipples! “Jesus, the space cadet thought, I am being played by this space creature like some sex toy!!!” His prodigious meat was responding to the creature, and he felt shame as his cock reared up, pressing itself tightly against the slick red fabric of his trunks.
The long tongue continued its assault, rubbing his bare skin, coating him in slick slime, tickling his ribs, and pawing his bulging crotch. The boy bucked and jumped at every touch, the slick fluid lubricating his smooth skin, sensitizing him to every touch. Ryan was nearly mad with rage and shame as the thing used and humiliated the helpless Space Cadet.
Just as Ryan thought he would cum, unable to resist the relentless tickling and stroking of his helpless body, the gigantic tongue retracted leaving his head free, albeit dripping with a thick clear slime. For one brief moment, Race thought perhaps the assault was over, but his hopes were dashed. The hooded end of the spiral arm suddenly encased the young cadet’s head. It slid easily over his greased head, and he was once again gasping for breath as it suctioned down over his handsome face. After nearly two minutes he could feel himself slipping out of reality into a kind of half-waking dream.
His big body was lifted effortlessly, the tendrils dropping from his arms. Race felt light-headed as he was positioned over the maw of the gigantic plant and lowered into place. The tendrils returned to wrap themselves around his boots and legs. Race felt the thick muscular tongue caressing his booted feet and sliding up between his thighs…pressing along his legs, stroking the muscled calves and tender feet, seeking something, like an animal on a scent. Clinging to the last bit of conscious thought, Race Ryan summoned his strength and pushed the panic button on his belt buckle, summoning the security drones from his ship, hoping that perhaps they would free him before he was totally consumed by this mysterious trap!!!

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