So here I am now, back where I began my story, fervently lapping at my brother's cock, savoring his unique taste and wanting all his moisture, all his salty fluid to drink. And then I feel that lovely warmth and fuzzy bliss that is Remy Lebeau's power. It's a disorienting feeling that only makes you want him more, makes you want to please him in any and every way, and makes you forget any moral restriction you've ever had. I sucked even harder causing Alex to slap the top of my head and hiss, "Watch the teeth, Scott!"

Remy strolled over chuckling and put his arms around Alex's waist saying something to him quietly. I couldn't hear, but it made my brother frown and slow his thrusting. Then he kissed him passionately. I never missed a beat. While my eyes rolled up to watch their interchange, I continued to fondle Alex's cock with my tongue, pulling it deep into my mouth to bring him to
climax. I was hungry. The little bit of ejaculate at every feeding wasn't nearly enough to curb my hunger and only left me wanting more. It would have been better had I had nothing at all. The pains in my belly might have at least stopped. And every day Alex had decreased the number of feedings until he came about every four hours. Just enough to keep me painfully hungry. I was happy to see him and so eager to swallow him when he returned for 'meal time' that I usually just fell to my knees the moment
he walked through the door. No preamble, no hesitation. I needed and wanted him in my mouth. He hardly seem to notice, or if he did he said nothing. He'd just pat me on the head, letting me take him in.

Remy's fingers stroking through my hair roused me from my thoughts, but I never let go of Alex's cock. I couldn't be distracted. I was an obedient little slave.

"Good boy." He murmured thoughtfully. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't look up. Then he said to Alex, "Looks like you done a fine job, cher."

Suddenly his hand came down on my shoulder, pulling me back from my meal. "Dat's enough, petite."

"No." I breathed, almost pushing my way back up to get at my brother. "Please..."

Remy bent down to smile at me, not unkindly. "Kept ya hungry, eh?"

My head dropped as I flushed in humiliation. "S'okay. I'll give ya food tonight, cher." I looked up quickly, suspicious. "Real food." Remy promised with a wink. I wasn't sure whether to trust him or not so I dropped my eyes again. But then he drew me to my feet and placed a possessive arm around my waist saying, "Alex, I won't need you tonight."

I looked over at my brother, half expecting an explosion as if I thought he believed he'd be invited to watch, perhaps even asked to join in. He merely nodded submissively. Remy gave my waist a quick squeeze. "Scott seems to be willing. Will he fight me, cher?"

"No." Alex assured him. "He stopped fighting me days ago."

"Bein. Go on back to de slave quarters till I call for you."

Alex turned to go, but Remy stopped him short by saying, "Alex. You done well. You can 'ave one of the de slaves tonight, if you want."

My brother looked back at him, eyes wide with uncertainty. "Anyone?"

Remy gave him a benevolent smile. "Oui."

Suddenly Alex's face beamed and he smiled brightly. He came back over to Remy and knelt down. His hands entered the luxurious top coat his master wore and I heard the faint unzipping of Remy's pants. Then Alex gently guided Remy's soft cock to his lips. Kissing it reverently he said, "Thank you, Master."

As he returned the flesh back beneath the clothing, Remy tousled his hair playfully. "G'on. I may not need you for several days. You know how I am when I get a new toy."

Alex gave a short bark of laughter and ran from the room. I'd been wondering about his sudden happiness and about the slave he'd choose tonight (he'd certainly seem to know which one he wanted), when it hit me that I was alone with Remy. The realization of what this meant, that I'd be alone in bed with this man, coerced to service him and offer my ass in submission for his pleasure, struck me like a slap across my face. I couldn't do it. I began to tremble slightly wishing dearly that Alex had stayed. Regardless of what he'd forced me to do, my brother had been my lifeline, my strength in a twisted kind of way, getting me through the pain of this whole ordeal with some kindness and brotherly concern. Now he was gone and I'd have to face this night alone. Tears burned in my eyes. I suppose I had assumed Alex would be there for my first time. I was wrong. All of a sudden I was the skinny little freak with the uncontrollable eye beams watching my younger brother leave with his new adoptive family. I fought back the tears that threatened to spill even more. Remy wasn't going to see me cry. I swore to myself I'd never show him any weakness. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to stop the flow from starting.

However, Remy could feel me shaking slightly, and sensing my distress, pulled me into a warm embrace, letting his power flow through me. His fingers brushed the back of my neck feather light and he laid a soft kiss on my shoulder like a lover. "I...Remy..." I rasped unable to continue.

"Hush, mon couer. It's gonna be okay. Trust your master, cher. Shhh..." His words were soothing and I relaxed into his arms. For a long time he held me saying nothing, just stroking my neck, my back, making me want him more and more.

When I had stopped trembling under his influence, Remy stepped back holding my shoulders and massaging them firmly with his fingers. He cocked his head and smiled at me affectionately. I couldn't help but look back at him with a slight sad smile.

"No more sadness, eh, mon choit?" Remy finally spoke. "Dis is your night, cher. Your wedding night, so to speak." He didn't chuckle at what might have been a poor joke. He seemed quiet, thoughtful, not wanting to laugh at my expense as if he really believed I was some beautiful prize he'd stolen and he really cared about the way I was treated. Still an object, but a very
cherished one.

One of his hands went up to brush a stray lock out of my eyes and then rested against my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into the hand as his tender gestures swam through my senses. "Remy..." I whispered, not sure of what I wanted to say. But he put a finger to my lips silencing anything else I might have said. Then he began to murmur, a mix of French, Cajun, and English as his eyes roamed my body in frank lust and appreciation. "Si beau, si beau..."
His hands stroked down my arms sending shivers through me. Embarrassed by his openness, I flushed and he smiled even brighter. "De blushing bride." He said lifting my chin when I dropped it, awash in shame.

"Not'ing to be embarrassed about, mon cher. I'll bind you tighter to me dan de love 'tween a man and his wife." My eyes narrowed in anger thinking he was mocking my love for Jean. I almost attacked him. But then the bliss of his power ran over me. "No, petit, you love Jeannie." He said to me as if reading my thoughts. "I don't doubt that. But in time you'll love me more."

Then he captured my lips passionately and I lost all intent to fight him. Instead I opened my mouth in obeisance, letting his tongue taste me thoroughly, until finally I clamped my lips over the moist tissue and suckled ardently. I thrilled to hear him purr as he pulled me again into a sweet embrace. Somehow my cock didn't seem to throb quite so painfully as it pressed against his silken clothed belly.
 
 

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