After Alex broke the kiss, he stepped back looking a little embarrassed and turned away. I smiled at his sudden shyness. But I imagine, like me he didn't want to show weakness. Hadn't wanted to me to see him cry.

The other slaves looked from me to him, puzzled and nervous. Finally Alex looked up, noticing the other men. "Go back to your quarters." He told them.
"We'll pick this up tonight." Most of them grinned, and a few slapped me on my back making lewd, but not unkind comments. Several of them just passed a hand across me as if I were some lucky talisman. A few "Gift of Allah, Gift of God," were said quietly. I smiled, oddly touched by their continued reverence, not thinking I was worthy of it, but touched all the same.

For a long while I just stood there, after the others had gone, looking at my brother, not sure what to say. He seemed pensive, uncertain himself. But then I remembered what he'd promised me.

"Water." I started with a croak. I cleared my throat and said, "You said I could have some water, Alex."

He swung towards me and cocked an eyebrow. "You think you deserve it after you almost killed me?" Back to the master role. Reward and punishment, and I felt scared suddenly, and depressed. I'd been seriously looking forward to the water, I realized.

I swallowed. "But that doesn't have anything to do with..." There was a desperate pleading in my tone and Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "It's okay, Scott." He said cutting me off. "I'm kidding. You can have some water." I sighed, closing my eyes. I couldn't believe how afraid I'd sounded, like a six year old who's Mom had promised him the newest Power Ranger and then
suddenly decided he couldn't have it. But I was going to get the water and relief washed through me.

Alex stepped around me to the door and called for one of the slaves. I was a bit puzzled at this point. Where were the guards? Wasn't one standing outside? Why hadn't they come during the fight? When Alex came back to me, I asked him these questions.

He looked at me suspiciously. "They're around." He answered vaguely. I was about to ask him what he meant by that when one of the slaves, Bert, or was it Ernie, came in with a plastic water bottle. The question flew from my thoughts as I focused on that bottle. I considered for a moment the surrealism of it. Such a modern, simple object in such an antiquated place. I
smiled for a moment. Then I reached for the bottle.

Alex stopped me. "No, Scott. Kneel down." I looked at him puzzled and irritated. And then I looked back at the slave holding the water. There was no point in arguing if I wanted to get that drink. With an exasperated sigh I dropped to my knees.

"You've got to go easy." Alex told me, ignoring the obvious sign of disrespect. "It's been awhile and your stomach's not going to be use to the water."
"Just give it to me." I muttered. Then I gave him one of my most
endearing smiles when he frowned down at me. "Please Master." He snorted.
"Funny, Scott. Real cute." Alex took the bottle in one hand and tilted my head back with his other.
"Don't try that on Remy though. I don't believe he'd think it was quite as cute as I do." Placing the tip of the bottle to my lips he said, "Drink."

I sucked down hard on the plastic tip and swallowed my first taste of water in days. Pure, fresh water. It was better than any drink I'd ever had. I wanted it all. I grabbed the water bottle, covering Alex's hands with my own, holding it firmly to my mouth. He tried to pull it back saying, "Go easy, Scott. I mean it. You'll get sick." But I wasn't listening. I just kept drinking greedily, gulping it down in large mouthfuls. A last drink for a dying man. And how good it tasted. How sweet and marvelous. Like magic to my mouth and tongue. I heard Alex chuckle. "Your stomach then. Don't say I didn't warn you." And he let go, letting me have it all.

In a minute I was finished, shaking the bottle over my tongue trying to get every drop. And a minute later the first cramp hit me like a kick in the belly. I doubled over onto my hands and everything I'd drank down came back up with a vengeance. My throat burned as I heaved and I choked and I sputtered, fluid running out of my nose, tears streaming down my face. And Alex was there, stroking my back, holding my arm. He didn't laugh, he didn't mock, but he did have smile on his face. "I warned you." Was all he said.
When my stomach had settled, I sat back on my knees and wiped my mouth. I looked at Alex smiling at me and immediately I asked, "Can I have some more?"
He laughed. "You gonna go a little slower this time?"

I nodded intently. "I swear. Please." My look was pleading, I knew, but I didn't care. He nodded and told the slave to go fill the bottle. Alex put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. I swayed unsteadily, weak from the loss of fluid, but he held my waist firmly and led me toward the bathroom.

"Come on. I don't want to have to kiss that mouth." He said pleasantly.
Inside the bathroom he gave me a toothbrush and toothpaste. I could have sworn I was in Heaven. I brushed my mouth thoroughly and rinsed until he stopped me. I was taking handfuls of water to my mouth. "I've warned you, Scott. You'll only make yourself sick again." Then wonder of wonders he unclasped the penile device and let me urinate. I knew I was in Heaven. Leading me back into the other room, he said, "I'll leave it off until you drink your water. But then it has to go back on." I nodded. The slave stood there nervously holding the bottle. Alex again ordered me to kneel down. This time I let my arms stay at my side as he place the tip to my lips. This time I let him control how much I could drink. And this time my stomach didn't rebel. When I'd finished, Alex handed the bottle back to the slave and told him to clean up the mess I'd made. Then he retrieved the leash he'd long discarded and snapped it back on my collar. Taking my hand he led me back through the slave quarters, then up a spiral staircase, down a hall to a small bedroom. All it held was a twin bed, a small table with a lamp, and a chair.
Sitting down at the head of the bed with his back up against the wall, he pulled me into his arms. "This is where I stay when Remy doesn't need me." I nodded. His hand came down on my penis then and he began to slowly work it to hardness. I swallowed, knowing what was coming, but I didn't fight it. He nibbled at an earlobe, then worked his tongue across my neck, until he came to the other shoulder and bit down gently. I moaned unable to help myself, and placed my hand on his, moving with his rhythm.

"Like that?" He whispered, voice dripping with lust. Then he said, I think to himself, "Maybe. Just this once." I turned my head, puzzled and he kissed the corner of my mouth. Then his hand came away from my groin and he turned me to face him. Pulling me into a passionate kiss, Alex laved my mouth with his tongue. This time he drew my tongue into his mouth and began to suckle it until I was writhing, thrusting against him.

"Take me in your mouth." He said as he broke the kiss. I looked at him, a little dazed, but then I lowered my lips to his erection. Alex inhaled sharply. I didn't try to think. Didn't try to reason. Just reacted to the pleasure. He slid down the bed to lie flat and I turned my body to follow his motions, stretching out beside him, still holding his cock and wrapping my tongue around it. My own hardness was near his face and his hand returned to play with it. He kneaded my balls with his other hand. I shuddered at the touch and sucked him harder, deeper into my mouth. I was hoping he'd take me in his own mouth, but he just continued to stroke, rubbing hard along the underside and the perineum. Then his thumb came up along the head stroking it in one even motion, rolling into the slit. It was enough, and I came in his hand, swallowing him down, murmuring his name, till he shot into my throat. I held both his buttocks in my hand firmly as he spasmed and came. Even after the water he tasted nice.

I cleaned him thoroughly, afterward, bathing his limp cock with my tongue, until he rolled me onto my back and placed his hand over my mouth. "Drink."
He ordered with a quick kiss to my lips. I obeyed without hesitation. Opening my mouth he dribbled my cooling seed over my tongue. When most of it had gone down, I reached for his hand and, imitating what I'd seen him do the first day I'd arrived here, I drew each finger down into my mouth and sucked it clean. Then I kissed the palm clean too.

When I'd finished my task, Alex pulled me to him, resting my head on his chest. "That was nice, Scott. Really nice. You're learning." His voice sounded weary and he yawned. "I'll put the ring on later."
"Thanks." I whispered and placed a kiss on his chest. Then we drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

The rest of the week went by quickly. I did what he told me. During the day, I was taken back to the 'play room' and he'd instruct me in sex. How to give head, sensual massage, different terminology so I understood exactly what Remy commanded me to do. Everything a slave was expected to learn I was taught and either I demonstrated my understanding on Alex or I explained it to him. There were certain things that I couldn't demonstrate at the time. I could not be penetrated. That was Remy's privilege.

But I fought Alex on one issue for a while. Then I simply tried to stall. Rimming. I couldn't bring myself to do this. It seemed so sickening at first. I don't think I could have performed it on Jean. I even argued the point of learning it. Surely Remy would never let me penetrate him. I thought it was too humiliating. I was sure it denoted the submissive. But Alex just told me
he liked it sometimes. Eventually I gave in. And like giving head I gagged for the first few times. It's amazing what a human can get use to. I can't say I ever came to enjoy it by itself, but when you add it into the overall scheme of things it's not that bad.

At night, I went back to the slave quarters to watch the other men. Once or twice, when Alex felt it was the correct time and situation, he'd remove the ring. And I'd cum like I'd never had before. All that restraint and anticipation. I swear I'd have multiple orgasms. But then I'd be forced to lie in Alex's arms while one of the 'performers' sucked me back into hardness. And Alex would snap the device back on saying I still wasn't ready.
I finally asked him when I would be ready and almost punched him when he told me it usually took a slave several months to learn how to control his release. One mercy Alex did grant was to take the ring of every so often so I could pee. Provided I never touched myself or released. This took some serious concentration on my part. But all I had to do was imagine that little red rubber catheter and I'd just relieve myself and nothing else.

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