You have to pull free so you can keep climbing!

With no other options, you put all your strength into wrenching your hand out from the grasping bulb. The flower only squelches and squeezes tighter, suckling on your hand with a surprising amount of ****. You keep pulling harder as the vines keep shifting around you - with your hand restrained, any attempt to climb up or down would put you at risk of falling. Pretty soon that isn't a problem anymore, as the vines wrap tight around you and lift you away from the wall.

The vines dangling you in the air slither under your clothes and coil around your limbs and chest. Each vine has an oddly stiff, rubbery feel to them that makes them feel much stronger than you would have expected! As they get a firm grasp of you, they lose no time in rubbing and squeezing your **** body, grinding against your bulge and tense muscles relentlessly. A vine swells up between your legs and presses into your crotch with a distracting pressure; the plants holding you rest your body's weight rest directly onto it, making it impossible to escape the constant grinding. Soon the vines have worked your clothes apart, exposing your skin to the musty air and the eager vines.

One of the thick buds you were using to climb is pressed between your legs and closes around your swollen shaft. The flower's interior is incredibly squishy and slick, and its powerful suction ensures every inch of your cock is stimulated! You writhe weakly in the tight grip of the vines - without any solid footholds, you can't get away from the incessantly sucking flower or push your cock deeper into its tight folds. You have **** but to dangle helplessly as the buds and vines edge you relentlessly, eating away at the little resistance you had left...