Kay
Garden of Eden -2/? (*Slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
Thanks for all of your encouragement on this story. Hope that I don't disappoint or let you down.
*crosses fingers*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
GARDEN OF EDEN
Chapter II
"Transplanting"
Chris moans and shivers as a cool draft of air caresses his naked, exposed body as he struggles
weakly with the padded cuffs that are holding him suspended in the air. His wrists and arms are
numb from being in this position for so long and supporting the weight of his entire body.
How long exactly, he couldn't remember. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours.
He tried desperately to touch the floor with his toes, but his captors had cuffed his ankles to
chains so that his legs were spread wide open and all his weight was on his arms, which drained
his energy quickly.
"Help me," he gasped weakly to the empty room. He had screamed for help in the beginning, but
no one came. Had they forgot about him?
Maybe they did. At least they didn't give him another sedative, and the fog was lifting from his
mind. How long had he been out? It seemed like days, but it might be only hours. Where was he?
He remembered hands touching him, lifting him, carrying him. Confusion was making him
paranoid.
He wiggled his fingers as he fought the numbness in his arms as a helpless whimper of despair
escaped his throat.
Why were they doing this to him? Why?
Chris jumped as he suddenly realized that he wasn't alone in the room. He felt another presence.
He stretched his neck as he strained to see behind him. In the shadows, he could see the form of a
lone man.
"Who are you?" Chris whimpered in fear, not sure if he wanted to know the answer or not.
There was a long silence in the room, until the huge, muscular man drew closer. Chris felt a tingle
of desire surge to his loins as the rugged looking man moved closer. He noticed the dark blond
hair that was slicked back into a neat, tight ponytail. The man's bulging muscles were barely
contained his skin-tight t-shirt.
"See something you like?" The man asked, teasing Chris.
"No!" Chris gasped in denial. Silently cursing himself as his body betrayed him. He glanced down
to see his long, slender cock jutting proudly from it's blond next of curls.
The man only smirked at Chris' obvious lie. "My name is Paul, but here in Eden, you will address
me as Hunter. Can you guess why?" He asked as he gently caressed Chris' cheek, smiling as Chris
leaned into the caress craving the warmth.
"You hunt?" Chris smirked.
"Very good," the man whispered patiently, ignoring the obvious sarcasm in Chris' answer. "I hunt
and bring pretty little flowers like you to Eden," Hunter whispered with a smirk of his own.
Chris shivered as the meaning of flower became clearer. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach, but
all he could do was hang helpless before his captor. "Why do you keep calling me a flower? What's
Eden?"
Hunter chuckled as he moved in closer to Chris' trembling body, a finger tracing down Chris'
muscular torso, eliciting a whimper from his captive. "Eden is a paradise where clients pay millions
to enact their secret sexual fantasies. You, my pretty, are one of many flowers that beautifies and
pleasures the clientele of Eden."
"Whore?" Chris asked disgusted as he looked away from Hunter, even though he couldn't pull
away from his touch.
Hunter grabbed his chin until Chris was looking directly into his eyes. "Flower," Hunter
whispered firmly.
"Let me go," Chris begged as he began to struggle in earnest.
"It's useless to struggle," Hunter whispered. His face void of any emotion as he watched Chris
struggle sensually before him.
"I will NEVER submit to you or any of your damn clients!" Chris growled.
Hunter merely smiled as the door to the room swung open and a huge man, clad in black leather
stepped inside, slamming the door behind him. "Chris meet the Undertaker, the gardener of
Eden. He decides which flowers stay and which ones will not survive the transplanting. Submit or
die," Hunter whispered.
~TBC~
