GREEN THUMB (All 18+)Bob did not hear the men coming at first, and he panicked when the greenhouse d
GREEN THUMB (All 18+)Bob did not hear the men coming at first, and he panicked when the greenhouse door was suddenly unlatched. Lifting himself into a crab-walk position, the naked man began to hump the air, his large penis and weighty testicles flopping in every direction. Paradoxically fighting to relax, he was able to begin urinating just in time, allowing his warm piss to rain down from between spread legs. When he saw the group of seven German tourists enter out of the corner of his eye, he was overcome with a familiar humiliation. Despite knowing better, Bob lifted one of his hands off the ground and draped an arm over his face. The men filed inside one by one, all of them dressed in preppy, expensive clothes. Listening to their tour guide, they enjoyed the fresh air and warm sun as they as took in the sights and smells of the lush greenhouse. It did not take long for one of them to notice the nude, hairy forty-year-old fucking the air and showering himself with pee. Clearing his throat and nodding in Bob’s direction, the guest directed everyone’s attention toward the lewd display, and the tour guide stopped speaking just long enough to make a clicking noise with his tongue. Bob recognized the subtle- but terrifying- signal, and immediately lowered his arm to reveal his blushing face to the new audience. He knew he would be punished for his error- most likely with extra-strength laxatives in his evening meal- but Bob knew that it could have been a lot worse for him. All around him, there were a dozen other naked men scattered throughout the greenhouse in various positions- some of them easier to find than others- and each serving a different aesthetic function. Stressed out of their minds, they would all spring back “into position” whenever they heard someone approaching. As he continued to buck and thrust- hot piss landing on his face- Bob knew he was one of the luckier ones. Directly in front of him, a thirty-year-old man struggled to maintain his posture; he was posed like a statue atop a narrow slab of marble, and forced to wobble on his tiptoes in order to extenuate his musculature. The guests crowded around to enjoy the visible trembling of the statue’s sweaty asscheeks and furry calves- hovering for almost five minutes, curious to see if the nude figure would fold under the strain- before growing bored and moving on to a nearby hanging plant. Suspended from the greenhouse ceiling, a naked teenager sat cross-legged inside a pot, eyes wide and frantic as he tried to ignore the many coils of poison ivy wrapped around his young body. One of the businessmen reached out and gently twirled the pot, smiling warmly as he listened to the youth’s panicked, high-pitched groan. The boy squirmed almost imperceptibly- digging his bare ass deeper into the damp soil underneath him and fighting not to scream- while tears and snot leaked down his face. Unlike the piss fountain or the human statue, the hanging plant was unable to “relax” in between visitors. There were several unfortunate souls inside the greenhouse who were doomed to be in constant states of agony like this and, since the men were never permitted to speak, there was no way to comfort them. The group of tourists gradually made their way from one end of the structure toward a second door at the back, stopping to observe various other victims along the way. Bob was startled when a straggler appeared out of nowhere, crouching down in front of him and reaching out with an inside-out Ziploc bag wrapped around his hand. Forced to maintain his crab-walk pose, Bob watched with wide eyes as the German stranger grasped his clammy genitals, and vigorously rubbed the interior of the baggie all over his stinking dick and balls. The freaky visitor maintained eye contact the entire time, collecting liberal amounts of sweat, piss, precum and smegma… and there was nothing Bob could do to stop it, growing a throbbing erection, and making it easier for the other man to obtain what he wanted. When one of his associates finally called for him from the greenhouse door, the tourist turned the baggie right-side-out and took a deep whiff from inside. Satisfied with the potency of his souvenir, he sealed the bag tight, before standing up and turning to leave… accidentally bumping into the hanging plant as he did.The teenager was unable to contain himself after the unexpected nudge, and he cried out in surprised agony before the tour guide could close the door. Bob grimaced. The naked slaves knew that the boy would be punished for making noise later- sobbing as he swung in midair and struggled to recompose himself, itchy vines constricting and burrowing into new crevices of his body- and they wished there was some way to help him. But they could only remain in place, watching the group of men exit the greenhouse… praying for a miracle that would never come. -- source link