Sam watched as the vines began to move and worm their way into his underwear, the spiked vine ripped the underwear off revealing Sam's significantly larger cock. The softer vines gently began to massage Sam's balls and another vine began to wrap around Sam's cock. Sam said, "No no...I want to go home!" The vine continued to masturbate Sam, back and forth gently. Sam despite his initial refusals began to feel pleasure as he built up to an orgasm and just when he thought he was about to cum, the vine would stop. "W-wait don't stop now." Sam protested. The vines seemingly listened to him as they began their masturbation again. Back and forth, building up towards orgasm. Once again right as Sam was about to cum the vines stopped. Then they would resume. This continued for several hours, Sam lost track of time.
Sam felt pleasure and bliss as the vines continued to edge him towards orgasm, but soon the pleasure turned towards frustration. Sam needed to get out of here and get home. Sam tried to urge himself to cum, to think about his favorite porn back home, nothing worked. Sam became desperate, struggling against his restraints in the sweltering hot morning of the jungle. Sam kicked and struggled and eventually managed to free himself. The vine let go but not without cutting Sam on the way down with the spiked vine.
Sam landed in the puddle of water and quickly made his way away from the torturous vine. His cock still incredibly erect. As soon as he felt that he was safe Sam grabbed hold of his cock and that was all it took for him to cum. Sam felt incredible and more cum than he'd ever shot in his life came forth. The orgasm seemed to last for minutes. Sam exhausted slumped down against a nearby tree. Looking down he saw the wound where the spiked vine had nicked him, it had some greenish ooze coming out of it. Sam worried that the vine may have been poisonous. What would happen next?