Warning: Graphic yaoi/homosexual content, including violence and non-consensual situations. Don’t like? Don’t read.

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Children of Eve

Chapter 1

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Lucien Rowe was the first man in his family to love going to work every day.

His father had been a manual laborer, as had his grandfather. For as far back as he could trace, there was not a single man in the Rowe family who graduated from high school, let alone earned a doctorate. But Dr. Lucien Rowe was proud to have broken that trend.

His parents and siblings had also been proud that he had risen above his destiny, opening his own private practice and bringing in an income that could easily support them all. However, not one of them knew what kind of work the doctor conducted within the sterile walls of his hospital.

That secret did not weigh on him as he stepped onto the balcony this Monday morning. In fact, he had an uncharacteristic spring in his step as he entered the tiny one-man elevator that led down into the laboratory. During the brief, jittery ride to the ground floor, Dr. Rowe stared past the bulletproof glass, unable to hold back his smile.

At the center of the room was a metal table, covered with a white sheet. A young man lay on his back atop the sheet, spread-eagled with his wrists and ankles chained down. He was blindfolded and nude, his electrode-laden chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. His skin had a pearly glow to it, and his silky white hair was splayed out around his head like a fan, shimmering under the harsh fluorescent rays of the ceiling lights.

In one corner of the room was an L-shaped control panel covered in a dizzying array of buttons and switches. With an expertise that clearly came from practice, the doctor flipped a few switches and was rewarded by the whirring of machinery. A monitor turned on within the control panel, displaying the subject’s vital signs. The heart rate read at fifty-two beats per minute, and the body temperature was ninety-four degrees. According to the data, the subject’s blood pressure was low enough to defy all laws of nature.

The subject had been blindfolded for only two days, but in those two days his weight had dropped drastically. With the absence of visual stimuli, his body had begun to deteriorate. But he was thankfully still alive and conscious. The experiments could continue uninterrupted.

Pushing his glasses up on his nose, Dr. Rowe stared down at his subject. “Good morning, Mischa.”

The young man flinched slightly, then regained his composure. With obvious effort, a smile stretched across his lips. “Back so soon?” he asked in a voice that was surprisingly smooth and sultry. “I missed you, doctor.”

Dr. Rowe chuckled, retrieving a slim metal briefcase from a nearby table and opening it. “There’s no need to put up a strong front. I’m sure you’re quite terrified, being deprived of your only weapon.”

Before his mouth could twist into a scowl, the youth caught himself. “My eyes aren’t my only weapon, doctor. They’re just my strongest.”

“Yes, but without them, you’re like a porcupine with no quills. You still have teeth, but your bite doesn’t inspire fear.”

Mischa turned his head to the side, thinking silently. The doctor began lovingly organizing the tubes and wires attached to his subject’s body, like a man stroking his mate’s hair after a night of love-making. Breaking Dr. Rowe’s trance, Mischa finally whispered, “One of these days I’m going to break out of here.”

“You say that every day,” the doctor replied.

“And every day I get closer.” He pulled against the chains, not in an attempt to free himself but rather to draw Dr. Rowe’s eyes to his naked body. “Hey, doctor, aren’t you going to do a physical examination?” In a manner that was both suggestive and subtle, he rocked his hips just a bit.

Dr. Rowe paused, unable to keep from staring at the youth’s body for a moment. Then, with a feeble laugh, he turned away. “Even while you’re blindfolded, you’re trying to bait me. But when your vision is forcibly obstructed, your hormones begin to behave erratically. If I were to stimulate you sexually, it would probably cause you more pain than pleasure.”

“My lack of vision affects you, too. If you remove the blindfold, I can show you pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Aren’t you curious to see what it’s like?”

“That day will come soon enough. But before that happens, I’ll have to make sure your restraints are infallible.” He smiled, pulling several objects out of his briefcase. “For now, we’ll continue with the scientific instruments.”

Although he tried to conceal it, Mischa’s body tensed. He fell silent, listening intently to try to distinguish Dr. Rowe’s movements. The doctor retrieved a foot-long cylindrical metal rod with an electrical cord attached. After plugging the cord into the control panel, he began typing commands into a nearby keyboard. He touched the rounded tip of the object, and several graphs on the monitor sprang to life. With a wry chuckle, Dr. Rowe saw his own data on the screen – testosterone, endorphins, pheromones, heart rate, and more. He flipped a switch on the control panel, and the metal rod began vibrating.

“What is that?” Mischa suddenly asked, a telltale crack in his voice.

“Sexual Stimulus Gauge. Same as yesterday and the day before. It measures the activity of your nervous system and hormones and such. It collects very valuable data. If I remember correctly, on the first day you seemed to find it quite pleasurable.”

The young man’s fists clenched, and the muscles in his jaw drew together in a quivering knot.

“This mechanism is designed to provide maximum stimulation. When it’s inserted into the body, it can bring any regular man to orgasm. I remember watching you on the first day, writhing and moaning with pleasure. On the second day it seemed to cause you a bit of pain, but with some persistence you eventually came. I wonder how your body will respond today?”

As the doctor prepared the SSG, Mischa’s muscles tensed, and his breaths became short and shallow. When Dr. Rowe pressed the lubricated tip of the rod up between his spread legs, he flinched. “W... wait,” he gasped, his voice cracking again. “Don’t...”

Ignoring his pleas, Dr. Rowe slid the rod into Mischa’s body.

Mischa let out a sharp moan, the chains clattering as his body jerked back involuntarily. On the monitor, the graph now displayed the reactions of the youth’s nerves instead of the doctor’s. Dr. Rowe scrutinized the data for a moment. It seemed that the subject was in a considerable amount of pain. Mischa’s labored breaths could have told him the same, but they went unheeded.

Dr. Rowe pushed the rod in as far as it would go, then typed in several new commands. Responding to the inputted program, the SSG began to expand in girth.

Unable to control himself, Mischa screamed. He yanked hard against the chains, moaning. As the SSG began to pulsate and twist within his body, hot tears soaked into his blindfold. He let out a desperate sob, his entire body in spasm.

“How’re you doing over there?” Dr. Rowe asked casually, recording the graphical data into a notebook.

“That’s enough,” Mischa gasped between sobs. “That’s enough, doctor!”

Dr. Rowe turned to examine him, a smile on his face. “I’ve never heard you beg before,” he commented. “I thought you were above begging.”

Mischa gritted his teeth in an attempt to outwit the pain. Then the SSG suddenly twisted, and he screamed again, thrashing on the table.

“I can’t stop the experiment until you climax,” Dr. Rowe told him.

“I won’t,” Mischa whispered desperately. “I can’t...” He turned his face away, clearly trying to hide his agony from the doctor’s gaze. Despite all his efforts at keeping silent, several pained whimpers escaped his lips.

“So you’re going to be stubborn?” Dr. Rowe commented. “Maybe you’ll come around with a bit more power.” He turned up a dial on the monitor, and the rod’s vibrations strengthened. Mischa threw his head back, gasping and choking on his breath. The graphs suddenly shot up, then fell back down. The boy had passed out.