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19 year old Matty follows the Gardener and his strange pet monster as he leads the group through the halls. He gasps quietly as he stumbles and tries not to trip in his ankle chains, which clatter as he walks. All around him are four of his fellow slaves, and behind the group of them are two strong, armed guards, carrying tasers and sedatives to ensure the slaves don't rebel.
Matty is the youngest boy in the small gaggle of new slaves present. He has shoulder length curly golden brown hair and clear caramel skin, his body slim, delicate, and feminine, standing only at about five and a half feet tall. He holds his best poker face as he walks with the Gardener, cautiously eying the large six legged beast made of sleek green living plant matter that stands at his heel. It resembles a silent muscular dog, a great dane or some kind of doberman, with an extra pair of legs. It stands about three and a half feet tall at the shoulder, head coming up to its owner's chest.
The other men Matty walks with are each attractive in their own way: beside him is Alexei, a slightly taller well muscled man with honey brown eyes, short, dark brown hair, and a neat, trimmed beard. On the other side of him is Evan, an Asian man of about six feet with swooping wavy bleached blonde hair and obsidian eyes. Behind Matty is Jacob, a very tall, gorgeous green eyed man with long black hair and smooth muscles. In front of him is Kyle, a twunk about the same height as Alexei, with short, spiky light brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Kyle has a somber expression and dark circles under his eyes, like he's never slept a day in his life.
As they enter a laboratory together, the door closing behind them, Matty makes note of many numerous transparent cubicles lining the walls of the narrow room, each separating strange sleek restraints elevated off the ground. The restraints are designed so that the legs will be spread with the knees bent, the upper body laid back with the mouth held open by a medical gag. In front of each restraint is a large potted plant with spiky green leaves and deep purple flowers. As they walk further into the room, Matty notices the purple flowers following the men through the room as if following the sun.
Matty hears a wavering moan, and his eyes are drawn to the back of the room, where he sees a black haired young man laid back in restraints in front of one of the large potted plants. His mouth is held open by the metal gag that wraps around the sides of his head and attaches to the rig he's bound to.
The plant in front of him is at least five feet tall above the two foot pot, and bears soft purple four petaled flowers. The petals are soft, round, and curved together, almost resembling pursed lips, and the frontward four petals conceal around a second chamber of petals behind the “mouth.” The bright purple flowers bob and sway with their petals gently opening and closing around four retractable yellow stamens. As the naked man quivers in front of the plant, it caresses his body with vines and leaves at a terribly slow pace, making his skin cover with goosebumps and his body writhe weakly.
Between his legs, one of the purple flowers is sucking on just the tip of his hard cock, slowly pulling it out, smooching the tip, and sneaking it back inside. It proceeds to wetly swish the same two inches or so of the end of his cock in and out of its petals, neglecting the majority of his shaft. Matty looks lower and sees two more flowers gently sucking and kissing his balls with loud moist smooches.
A thick green vine sneaking up the back penetrates him, making short, slow strokes in and out of his ass, the tip never exiting his hole. Another pair of the purple flowers kiss and suck at his nipples loudly, the room filled with sloppy sucking sounds from all of the hungry flowers.
The man is covered with sweat and appears very agitated, though at a palpable level of bodily weakness. As frustrated and determined as he looks, every few seconds, an expression of exhaustion and desperation washes over his face, and he loses focus, jerking and twitching his hips restlessly.
"This species of plant is known as the Violet Slow-Edger. It's named such because it keeps a close watch of its partners' brainwaves and holds them perpetually on the edge of climax. And here experiencing all it has to offer is Jaimie,” the Gardener says, gesturing to the pathetically incapacitated man. “Jaimie has been a naughty slave. Jaimie was assigned to copulate with a very rare specimen, and when it engaged with him orally, he bit off its stamen. As a punishment, he has been assigned indefinitely to precum harvesting, in which he will be endlessly, gently stimulated to induce production of precum without ever being allowed to achieve climax.”
The Gardener turns back to the small group of beautiful slaves. “Some of you are familiar with this extended form of punishment.”
Matty looks back and forth at the men around him and notices discomfort in some of their expressions, noticeably Jacob and Alexei, clearly unhappy to be in this room. They look anxious, like they're afraid they might be strapped in for the same fate at any moment.
“Since Violet Slow-Edgers take a whole season to reproduce, I've decided to let Jaimie have the honor of parenting the next generation. He's only 37 hours into his 93 day punishment period… and if he has a high production yield after they reproduce, I will breed him for another season immediately after.”
Matty feels sick to his stomach watching as the Slow-Edger produces a new growth from its thicket, a long thin smooth shiny rounded purple appendage that almost resembles a long phallic fruit, only more flexible and independently moving, like a tentacle.
“Ah, and what excellent timing. The Slow-Edger has decided that it's time for Jaimie’s feeding.”
Jaimie pants and struggles as the flexible appendage presents its tip at his forcibly open mouth, which begins dribbling a pink fluid on his tongue. He flinches as it touches his tongue and whines like he knows what comes next.
“This is good practice for Jaimie, who has a strong aversion to oral insertions and penetration of the throat and anus. Training him to enjoy it or at least begrudgingly accept this skill will make him a better breeder. In addition, Jaimie has been known to cum prematurely during breedings, wasting seed and interrupting specimen’s breeding rituals. Extended edging sessions are good for his cum control, for more sperm production and a more satisfactory breeding.”
Jaimie’s chest lurches with a cry of protest which is quickly silenced as the long thin appendage slowly sheathes itself down his throat, resulting in a choked gag and a gurgle as his eyes well up. The appendage starts to pulse and throb, visibly drawing fluid into itself from the main plant and then squeezing it down his throat.
“The Slow-Edger produces a nutrient substance which induces a euphoric high. Repeated exposure oftentimes causes a pavlovian association with the task of deep throating. At the same time, he has a nice round probe deep inside, gently teasing his prostate. Never enough to finish… Just enough to coax out plenty of precum.”
Matty looks closer at the plant and notices a large clear hollow bulb at the front of the pot, a thick vine running down into the top. The bulb is about one third full of precum, collected over the last day and a half. The Gardener looks back at the slaves and snaps his fingers, his creature hurriedly sitting obediently beside him and looking up at him.
The Gardener continues: “For the start of your servitude, each of you are expected to spend 21 hours each week, or three hours each day, harvesting precum with the Slow-Edgers. But if you all do what you're told, and prove yourself worthy and breedable slaves, something like this extended precum milking session won't happen to you.” He points over his shoulder at Jaimie. “Now all of you are going to be brave and suffer with Jaimie for the next three hours. But it's important for you to know, cumming is not allowed in this room. Exposure to even the smallest amount of cum causes the Slow-Edgers to mutate into a different species, and pursue a much more aggressive breeding pattern. So remember… This room is meant for gentle things. Consider this a place to rest and meditate, and enjoy the benefits of physical pleasure for a sustained time period.”
The male breeding slaves exchange reluctant glances as they hesitate.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” The Gardener muses. “Line up. Anyone who doesn't get in their place in the next two minutes gets to take a breeding from Fido.”
The six legged plant beast opens its mouth and extends a long forked purple tongue, licking its leafy mouth before retracting it. Matty feels his heart jump into his throat as he looks down between Fido’s legs and sees a big veiny purple canine cock slowly extend from its sheath. At the base of the shaft is a round, throbbing knot, which pulses and swells, fluctuating in width drastically. Matty shudders to imagine having it swell like that inside him.
Alexei, the bearded man, takes a deep breath and steps over to one of the restraints, his expression grim and reluctant like he has done this before and hated it, like it's a gross chore. The Gardener steps up with an electric key and unlocks one shackle of his leg chains so he can get on the restraint. He lays his lower back on the support panel, bends his knees around the front stirrups, tucking his ankles behind the lower next set.
The restraints close around his ankles tightly, and he lays back as the Gardener pulls up the mouth gag, replacing it in Alexei’s open jaws as he lays back and tries to relax. Behind his back, the Gardener guides Alexei’s hands into cuffs below the rig, which snap down around him, cementing his fate for the next several hours. He takes another slow deep breath and closes his eyes, tightening his forehead as ticklish green vines wrap around his legs and coil up his thighs, stroking his body tenderly. He balls up his fists as a purple flower bends down, dripping with thick clear fluid, and begins smooching the head of his limp, uncut cock, smothering it with lubrication.
“The timer doesn't start until all of you are locked in. Hurry up.” The Gardener commands.
Evan bites his lip as he approaches another rig, his hands over his genitals, which are already becoming aroused. He hides his pretty face behind his hair ashamedly and bites his lip harder as precum dribbles down his leg. As the Gardener unlocks Evan and helps him into the rig, Jacob and Kyle file into place. Jacob’s stoic, serious expression looks armored though slightly disturbed, and Kyle simply looks anxious, like he wants to cry. Kyle looks the second youngest next to Matty.
Matty feels his heart start pounding as he shambles up to the open seat across from Jaimie, and when the Gardener comes to set him up, helping him into the restraints, he breaks out in sweat.
“Are you nervous for your first precum harvesting?” The Gardener asks as he moves the gag for Matty to sit back. Matty nods up at him as he does so. “Just relax and let it do all the work.” He says as he pinches Matty’s chin, pulls open his jaws, and fixes the gag inside. “Focus on not cumming… My advice? Do your best not to let your mind wander, newbie. You'll regret it if you cum by accident.”
Matty blinks because he can't nod, then quickly turns his eyes toward the towering plant, which slowly looms closer and closer to his body as vines wrap up around his thighs and waist, tickling him. One by one he hears the other men’s breaths become labored as the flowers rise up in Matty’s face as if inspecting him. Most of the flowers descend back down his body, spreading out and lowering themselves to his tender brown skin, covering him with cool loud wet smooches. They start kissing his thighs first, and then his neck and stomach. Then ine flower hovers over each nipple, delicately blotting down and kissing them one at a time. One flower however, lowers closer to Matty’s face and inserts itself into his open mouth, smooching at his tongue.
Matty tightens his forehead and tries to move his tongue away as the taste of sweet nectar spreads in his mouth, but the flower corners his tongue and continues sucking on it. Despite his nervousness, all of the kisses on his bare skin have triggered arousal in the young man, resulting in his member gradually hardening, pulse by pulse, despite his humiliation.
One of the violet flowers opens its petals and exposes its squiggling yellow stamens for a moment before it seals down on the head of his semi soft cock and starts kissing, pulling it in and out of its mouth with all suction and no movement, but not ever taking it in past the head. As it sucks on it, the spherical tips of its stamens press down and grind all around the tip of his cock like a scalp massager, making his stomach tighten and his legs clench from the sensitivity.
Matty moans and squirms slightly, trying to readjust his position as his arousal climbs. He has no idea how he will prevent himself from climaxing if they keep this up. He already has butterflies in his stomach, and his groin is starting to feel hot. The flowers feel incredible on his skin, and as several start to kiss and suck delicately on his balls and asshole, he closes his eyes and exhales sharply.
“How is that, newbie? Is that nice?” The brunette barely nods, but the Gardener can see it. “You're especially sensitive, aren't you?” He says, caressing Matty’s smooth stomach as the boy gasps. “Mmm… I have many specimens that would enjoy ravishing you.” He grabs Matty by the neck and leans over him. “Look at me. Look in my eyes.” Matty groans as he fulfills the Gardener’s request, intimidated by his beauty. He has straight silver hair and a youthful handsome face, making butterflies explode in Matty’s stomach the longer they share a gaze. “Do you like the way it feels? The slippery wetness, the cool tingling? The way the petals wrap around your most sensitive places and gulp on them?”
“Uh-huh…?” Matty utters, his cock twitching sharply as the descriptive words inadvertently force him to focus on the erotic sensations.
“Does it feel like you're completely under the plant’s control? How does it feel knowing you're exactly where it wants you?” Matty whimpers and scrunches his eyebrows, shaking his head just barely. “What if I told you this is easy street? That this is only the beginning? That this is the gentlest it will ever be for as long as you are capable of procreation?”
He feels weak and helpless the way the Gardener’s words are ramping up his excitement, bringing him closer to climax, but the worst part is the eye contact, seeing his new owner look so deeply into his eyes, scrutinizing his soul as he experiences so much acute, tantalizing pleasure just under the man's fingertips.
Matty starts panting and grunting as the sensation of a climax bubbles up in his groin like shaken champagne, and he feels a hot gush of precum ooze from the tip of his cock, sucked away into the flower’s mouth. His petite skinny body starts to seize and clench when suddenly all of the flowers pop their lips off his skin, just before his orgasm could be achieved. Matty whines disappointedly and squirms, rolling his hips and curling his toes as he digs his fingers into his palms behind his back.
The Gardener laughs at the boy’s frustration, leaning back and slapping him on the chest. “Look there,” He says, pointing down at the sphere in the pot, visible between Matty’s knees. As the frustrated boy looks down at it, he sees his first small contribution of precum dribble down into the completely empty sphere, barely occupying any of the bulb, which now comparatively looks gigantic.
Matty blinks urgently, his cock twitching, but as another gush of precum starts to dribble from the tip, the flower seals its lips down around his slit and sucks it out of him like a yogurt tube, another tiny dribble of precum joining his previous small contribution.
Moaning desperately with panic in his eyes, Matty looks up at the Gardener and shakes his head rapidly, his eyes glazing over with lust again when the flowers continue kissing his tongue, asshole, balls, and nipples. He twitches and moans at the sound of the loud wet slurping, quickly becoming conditioned by it.
“That's right. All you can do is lay there. Spend some time getting to know yourself. Learning your limits… Surpassing them. Have you ever been penetrated before?” Maddy shakes his head, his eyes half closed as his brain starts to short circuit from the gentle kissing all over his most sensitive regions. *What about sex period?” Matty shakes his head again, moaning weakly. “So then do you masturbate?” Matty nods, his breath quavering. “It's been a while, hasn't it?” Matty nods again. “Well I'm sorry to say it will be a while yet.”
Matty groans and squirms as two flowers fix on his nipples, pulling them up with suction as their stamens trace up and down them sensitively. As he feels himself getting lost in ecstasy, the other men’s moans and cries weave together in his mind, suddenly creating a new happy place for him.
“Well, I'll let you kids enjoy yourselves,” he says to the six adult men as he leaves the room, leaving the guards to watch the extreme edging session.
Matty’s heart pounds furiously as a surge of panic courses through him, realizing he is only three minutes into three hours of what he knows will be a torturous harvesting. He can't bear to look at the orb, fearing that any amount inside it would not be sufficient. But the terror of knowing he will be forced to straddle the fence and tolerate the stimulation without achieving orgasm somehow turns him on even more. He has no choice but to sit here… so he might as well try to enjoy it. If it's possible with the ache growing in his balls.
Without warning, the flower withdraws from his mouth, and he looks down to see the long purple appendage which was used to feed Jaimie when he first entered the room. Matty tightens up and shakes his head back and forth with a desperate squeal as it holds its tip just barely inside his mouth and begins secreting a sweet pink juice. Matty whines, his throat gurgling as he refuses to swallow the sweet syrup. As he continues protesting, the slimy leaking appendage slowly eases into the back of his throat, beginning to pulse and twitch suggestively. Matty gags and squeezes his eyes shut, but even though his throat tries to refuse the appendage, it's soft and slippery enough to squeeze down regardless.
“ULLK!” Matty retches, his stomach turning. His eyes start to water reflexively as he struggles to pull any breath around the pulsing phallic appendage. But as it siphons its juices into his stomach with every pulse, the mind-rotting aphrodisiacs swallow him whole, and suddenly there is nowhere he would rather be. His jaws slacken and his eyes roll up, his entire body teeming with sensation as the Slow-Edger holds him just beneath the peak, so susceptible to stimulation, so close to finishing, but just inches away. He feels like he's holding his breath swimming up, and the surface keeps getting further.
On and on and on, the flowers get to know the young man and his beautiful body, learning what causes him the most ecstasy, just to watch him beg for a little more. He can feel his thoughts corroding with the euphoric aphrodisiac high, like critical thought matters less and less the longer these flowers kiss and feed him.
Unable to perceive the passage of time, Matty closes his eyes and succumbs to the vulnerability, edging again and again.