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Ket couldn't believe it had worked! The young otter couldn't help but grin as he stroked a paw slowly over the stiff cock that bobbed before his naked belly.

"Have a good swim, kitten" he called out teasingly, free paw lifting in a sardonic half-wave as he stepped away from the edge of what appeared to be a simple patch of sand.

"Y-You shit!" The cougar, thigh-deep in that same patch of sand, struggled uselessly even as he shouted at the river otter that had lured him into this trap.

The game had been running for hours now and for all they knew they were the last two boys still alive. It had been mere childs play for the otter to tempt the pent up feline, a stroke of his cock, a wiggle of his bum and the cougar had been more than happy to approach the smaller male; to the cougar's dismay the simple sandy patch that had separated the two males had turned out to be quicksand. The quicksand sucked at the cougar's thighs, holding him fast even as it dragged him downwards, packed dirt tickling at the feline's heavy balls and threatening to engulf the onyx coloured cock that jutted up stiffly above them.

"I-I'll get you for this!" The feline's struggles were growing more frantic, his paws clawing at the quicksand as if trying to dig himself out; the otter was not intimidated.

"No you won't, you're going to sink and die" Ket answered bluntly, a short giggle escaping the sadistic boy as both of his paws moved to his knees, the otter leaning forward to get a better look. The jungle around them simply continued on with its daily routine, oblivious to the plight of the feline. Birds chirped and squawked in the branches above, a python curled around one of the higher branches seemed more content to rest in the sun and digest what appeared to be an earlier meal than investigate the scene below, and a simple breeze tickled along the otter's brown fur. How many boys had he lured like this? How many opponents had he eliminated by enticing them with something as simple as a chance to have their cocks sucked, too many by the otter's count! Now, as he watched his latest victim writhe helplessly, fighting the inevitability of his own demise, he found himself pawing at the very shaft that had put the cougar into his current predicament.

Minutes passed as the cougar sank, his hollow threats and foul curses long past. All that remained was his adrenaline fuelled desperation as the sand sucked at his chest. Ket had already begun to lose interest, looking to his surroundings as he tried to decide what his next move would be. He only looked back to the cougar when a strangled, breathless cry escaped the feline. The boy's cheeks were red and Ket allowed himself to imagine it was with embarrassment.

"Glad you got your rocks off one last time, kitten. I need to go, though. You have fun now, alright?" Ket flashed the other boy a final smile before turning to head back into the foliage. He could hear the final curses of the cougar but even those soon drifted into silence. "What a nice boy" Ket muttered to himself, another giggle escaping him. The jungle had begun to fade by the time he realized the sun had begun to set. Would they tell him when he'd won? He knew there was little doubt he would win, of course, it was simply a matter of when; he was far too cute to lose and his track record did little to dissuade the otter from this notion.

The dense foliage of the jungle had begun to change. The trees were smaller now, the bushes that covered their roots more leafy and the leaves themselves different. Deciduous? Had that been what they'd called them in school? Ket wasn't certain, his classes had been better spent flirting with the jock he'd been seated beside and not the teacher. Even as the otter pondered this, the scenery continued to change around him. The jungle gave way to a more forested landscape; maples, birches and a few ash trees loomed around him, he had found a new play area! Noises tickled at the otter's small ears, causing them to perk and wiggle slightly as he looked around once more. There was nobody in sight but the boy wasn't willing to risk it. Heading into the bushes, certain he could spring one of his infamous traps and catch whoever it was off guard and leave them vulnerable, the otter waited. No further sound reached his ears, however, and after nearly fifteen minutes Ket realized sitting in the bushes wasn't going to get him anywhere.

The forest seemed to stretch on forever, the ground flat and the trees impossible to climb given the otter's diminutive size; he was stuck for now. It was only when the otter had begun to give up hope of finding shelter for the night that he stumbled across it, a simple garden pathway. It looked like something out of a suburban living magazine, well trimmed and smooth as if someone tended to it regularly. The otter couldn't help but imagine the path lined by a picket fence, though there was no fence to be seen in this case. Wary, as any sane boy would be, the otter saw an opportunity. If there was someone that tended to this path, there must be somewhere for that person to stay, a house, or even just a tent. With the thought of a bed to pass the night in fresh in his mind, the otter moved cautiously down the path.

What awaited him at the other end was not what the otter would have expected. The path gave way to a simple clearing ringed by the same trees that filled the rest of the forest. In its middle sat a small pond no larger than his neighbour's outdoor pool. That was not what caught the otter's attention though, while a dip in the water was enough to draw the boy towards it, it was the large plant that reared up near it that had Ket's interest. It stood nearly fifteen feet tall, a large bulbous head dipping down slightly as if pulled down by some heavy weight. Vines hung from its stalk, pooling into a mess of vines and roots at its base which spread out into a circular patch around it. Ket had never seen such a plant before, but even that wasn't why he found himself enthralled by it. A strange sickly sweet smell filled the glade, like honey burning on an oven. It filled the boy, tugging at his lungs and prompting him to wrinkle his nose; as much as he wanted to, however, he couldn't stop sniffing at the air curiously.

When the otter began to walk towards the plant, lulled by that scent, he was oblivious to his cock re-stiffening before him. It bobbed and bounced cutely as he walked, the tip welling with pre-cum almost as soon as it had reached its full size. He was transfixed! The scent grew stronger as he neared the plant and the otter could only imagine what was making the smell. The plant itself seemed solid, the bulbous head flowering slightly but the otter saw nothing to explain why it gave off such an odour. His paw dropped slowly, cupping his tight balls as he looked up along the stalk of the impressive plant. A voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to run, but it was too late, the plant was a mystery the otter simply had to explore. He moved around the base, careful not to trip over the precarious vines that made the footing treacherous; twisting his ankle now would certainly mean the end of the young otter.

It was while the otter was exploring the plant that the vines upon which he walked began to move. It was subtle, easy to miss and the otter did indeed miss it. They slithered like snakes, only a few at first but more of them came to life with each passing second. As Ket lifted a hand to tug on one of the hanging vines he was oblivious as the vines behind him curling upwards like tendrils, ready to strike. His ears lifted once more as the sound he'd heard earlier once more filled them. It seemed to come from all around him but before Ket had time to look for its source, he found himself constricted. The vines, the source of the strange sound the otter had heard, struck without warning or mercy. They curled around the surprised otter's ankles and wrists, restricting his movements and leaving him vulnerable to the thicker vine that slid around his waist. It slithered against his fur like a snake, curling to squeeze his sides and belly in a vice like grip which made it difficult for him to draw in breath. Ket could scream though and as he was pulled off his feet, supported only by the seemingly flimsy grip of the plant, he took full advantage of it; he could feel his lungs emptying but still he couldn't stop himself, writhing against the overpowering strength which held him.

It was around the time that his muscles began to burn with the need for oxygen that the plant's grip loosened around his waist. As disoriented as the boy found himself, the otter could hardly tell which direction he was facing now; the sky was a spinning blue mass broken only occasionally by treetops as Ket was spun and twirled like a doll in the grip of a toddler. The vines knew their work well, Ket was helpless-- caught. The spinning had begun to tear at the boy's stomach by the time it stopped, bile rising in his throat. The world continued to spin around the otter even after he'd stopped. Before him the plant's 'head' bobbed and weaved as if it were shaking its head at his futile attempts to escape. The pink and white petals which poked from the green mass of that head began to unfurl before the terrified otter's eyes. His cock throbbed despite his horror at what lay before him, that cloying scent seeming to caress his aching shaft even as it tickled at his nose and throat. The vines pulled the otter in close, threatening to pull him into the pink lining that covered the inside of those petals; it looked soft, inviting, and the otter found himself rutting into the air as a throaty moan tore from his muzzle despite the boy's incredulous horror at his predicament.

The boy, so used to trapping others with the carnal delights of his youthful form soon found himself ensnared in the same dire need that had, no doubt, gripped his victims. In his nineteen years of life, Ket had never been so horny. Even the feeling of the vines as more of them joined in to entrap his wriggling form was enough to illicit a dribble of pre-cum from his rock-hard cock's tip. As the gaping maw of the plant loomed before him, the boy simply looked to it eagerly, slackjawed muzzle left hanging open and his tongue lolling as pleasure coursed through every muscle of his body. The smell was stronger now and Ket knew it was the lining that exuded the now pleasant aroma, he longed to be in there, rubbing his body against the pink velvety pleasure it promised him. As a vine, thicker than the rest, slid up between his legs to caress his cock before travelling upwards across his heaving belly and chest the otter couldn't help but arch his body into it. At its tip rested another bulb, seemingly similar to the plant's 'head' but smaller and thinner than its larger counterpart. The boy tensed as it slid into his gaping muzzle without so much as a warning.

"It didn't even buy me dinner first" he thought deliriously, his mind a racing deluge of lust, fear, anticipation and instinctual need. The vine slithered down the boy's throat, the bulb distending his throat slightly as it passed into the otter's stomach. He could hardly think, the unpleasant experience seemingly happening to someone else even as it happened to him. The vine in his throat forced the otter to tilt his head back, gag reflex defeated by the sheer enormity of the intruder's girth. It lasted only seconds, however. The vine fell limp shortly after it had reached his stomach, but as it fell away from the otter's now cough-wracked frame the bulb that had tipped it was missing. Ket could feel it inside him still, the boy's stomach feeling bloated with the bulb that now filled it. The vines which held him had not been idle during this time. Ket found himself held precariously above the unfolded petals of the plant; it was a straight drop to the inviting embrace of whatever awaited him amongst those petals. The bloated feeling in his gut was already beginning to diminish but it was replaced by an increasingly desperate urge to cum. Within the bulb now dissolving in his belly was a concentrated form of the smells that had driven him to explore the plant. The fluid coursed through his body, filling his veins and muscles with liquid desire and it was no surprise to the boy when he finally came; white cum arched from his tip, raining down onto the petals below as a strangled cry escaped the entrapped boy. His orgasm seemed to tear his cock apart with its force, the boy's shaft spraying hot seed like a hose as his pleasure-ravaged body gave in to the chemical incitement the plant provided.

He had no sooner begun to breathe again after his climax when the boy found himself falling. It was a short trip, the otter barely given time to cry before he felt the pink lining against his back. His shaft still throbbed and ached, the chemicals that coursed through him clearly not finished with the frantic otter. His arms lifted, reaching for the safety of the outside world even as the petals closed around him. It was a gentle movement, contradictory to the fear it incited in the horny male's mind, but as the petals closed around him he found that fear washed away. The lining was as soft as he'd imagined, like warm silk on a feather mattress. As the petals joined together once more, the dying light of day filtered through them in a pink haze that only seemed to relax the otter. He struggled helplessly for nearly a minute before the pink lining began to shift and rub against him; he was intoxicated by the blind pleasure the simple movement provided.

His cock dribbled pre-cum onto his belly liberally, his fur a mess of sweat and his own fluids as he rolled about in the confines of the silken prison. The air was growing thicker with each passing minute and the boy's frantic breathing wasn't helping. He came again, another spray of cum painting Ket's belly and chest with its fragrant warmth. It pulsed and arched like nothing he'd ever felt before, his balls feeling like they were going to pull right up into his body as the pressure of the orgasm wracked his young frame with tense exhaustion. When it stopped the boy could barely move, paws curling into the pink lining beneath him as he found himself awash in the pink light coming through the petals. His vision was fading and the plant hadn't done anything save pleasure him; like an angler fish it wouldn't kill him itself, but rather allow him to drown inside it, the water replaced with the thickly scented air that threatened to choke him with each breath he took. His body arched up, cock dragging along the bottom of a petal and the otter screamed as a third orgasm ravaged his exhausted frame. He could barely feel this one as more warm cum seeped into his fur, dribbling down his sides to pool on the pink lining that surrounded him. Dizziness gave way to darkness as Ket's writhing died away, his eyelids drooping as each breath he took failed to draw in enough oxygen to keep him moving. His last thoughts were that of the game, the boys he'd trapped and how he'd been trapped himself, the irony of it embarrassing but somehow comforting. With that final addled thought, Ket drifted into sleep as a new dampness began to seep across his twitching body, coating him in some new fluid.

It was hours before the plant bared itself to the newly rising sun, basking in the warmth of a new day. As it did, a small cluster of bones tumbled from amongst its petals, clattering to the vines below. Its lining shimmered with drying fluids, the remnants of a digestive acid that had done its job well with the captured otter. What was left of him came to rest at the plant's base, ivory white bones soon masked by a subtle shifting of the vines around them. The plant as a whole came to rest at last, its vines covering the remnants of its latest victim and another boy out of the game.