Chapter 13

The girls let Baz in on the secret, and Laurel cast her charm to protect him from the plant’s domination. The magical nature of the mysterious fuck-plant was hard to swallow, for sure, and Baz wasn’t convinced until Kate led him inside the sorority hive and he observed the behavior of all the drones.

His initiation suck-job lasted forty short minutes of near-continuous ejaculation. One leaf was wrapped around his cock, somehow providing a sucking, sliding, wet experience like an Amsterdam whore. Baz had seen that happen to Stan on Thanksgiving. But there was another leaf that seemed, at first, to be cupping his balls. That feeling turned into something for which he had no comparison: he had never heard of testicles being capable of such joy. The best Baz could describe it, it was the opposite of being kicked in the balls by a Muay Thai champion.

Kate spent that time looking around for some vulnerability. She didn’t find one, but setting Baz up as a potential man-on-the-inside seemed like a good precaution.