FANDOM:  X-Men

PAIRING:  Remy Lebeau/Alex Summers/Scott Summers

RATING:  NC-17

SUMMARY:  In an Alternative Universe Remy Lebeau is Patriarch of a country that allows slavery, both manual and pleasure. He kidnaps Scott Summers after accidentally taking his brother, Alex Summers, finding he wants the two as his personal pleasure slaves. This story is told from Scott's perspective after being kidnapped and deals with his training at the hand of his brother, and his eventual succumbing to Remy's will.

WARNING: This story deals with incest, a very taboo subject. If you are uncomfortable in any way with this subject matter DO NOT read further. This story also involves Master/Slave, m/m, f/f, and bondage and has very explicit sex, including rape. If you do not like or are uncomfortable with any or all of this subject matter DO NOT read any further. If you are UNDER AGE in your area do not read any further. I do not believe this is appropriate reading material for children of any age.

This is pure fantasy. This would never or could never happen. I don't believe that any human should be forced to have sex or be a slave to another. And I don't agree with incest. In reality I find it repulsive.

However this is an Alex/Scott/Remy slash, and I just like these characters. The fact that Alex and Scott are brothers having sex would never be appealing to me in the real world. In fantasy, hey, I just think they're two gorgeous guys. Since this takes place in an Alternative Universe, I could have chosen to not make them brothers, but there was a kind of funny quote I wanted to
use. And of course I'm a sucker for angst and shock so what the heck.

Feedback, negative and positive, is always welcomed. Just don't slam me. If you don't like this story because of the topics say so. But give a reason for your criticism. Give a reason for any criticism. It helps the writer tremendously. Thanks.

DISCLAIMER: These are Marvels. Has my good friend Patch says, "I just make them do nasty and erotic things together." Don't sue. I have more debt than I'm worth. You won't make any money.
 
 

This is so wrong. So very, very wrong. But as I kneel before my brother, Alex, enthusiastically sucking his cock into my mouth, my own member twitches in painful reminder of how good it all feels. And tastes. My tongue darts up and down the length underneath and over the oh so sensitive flesh and then swirls around the rosy head, just as I've been trained. Just like Remy Lebeau likes it. Slowly, one inch at a time, I slurp it down. I've acquired quite a taste for cock flesh and cum. Of course a week with little water and Alex's seed as the only source of sustenance (chock full of protein, he reminds me often enough) will pretty much ensure a man acquire the taste fairly quickly. Even a man whose never taken another man's cock in his mouth before, let
alone swallowed sperm. The first time I nearly vomited, and the second up until the tenth or eleventh time. By then I was able to keep it down without retching. Of course I'd learned how to take his cock deep down into my throat without gagging, his balls banging gently against my chin. And so I never had to really taste the stuff.

But today is a little different. Today I'm actually enjoying  it. I'm not exactly certain why at first, but as I eagerly lick the pre-cum all along his shaft and then swallow Alex's member with a tiny whimper, I see my Master out of the corner of my eye and it suddenly hits me why I'm so willing right now. Remy Lebeau's charm power. He's letting it wash over me. There's the familiar
warmth and the drowsiness I feel throughout my body, a sweet numbness of the mind that makes me consider things I never would have done before, like suck my brother off. I've felt it before when Remy lived at the mansion. Especially when he was drunk, or just outrageously flirting with me. I was able to resist it for the most part, and he never once sought to coerce me
with it there, in my own home. Too many people might have found out. They would have killed him. Or at least thrown him out. And I believed for the most part that he flirted with me just to shock me, make me blush. But now, as he told me a week ago, he owns me. He's in control. And free to do with me whatever he desires. And what he desires tonight is to take my virginity.

I've no doubt he knows I've never been with a man. Never had a cock deep inside my body. He's never even asked. Remy just assumed. And it's a correct assumption on his part. I Wis. am a heterosexual in the purist sense. I've never wanted another man. Never found another man sexually attractive. My wife Jean is all I ever thought I'd really need. But he, he and Alex, are quickly breaking me down. Their making me want this, and I can't quite hate them for it.

It all started a week ago. Alex had gone missing again. I hadn't heard from him in several months, but the sad fact was I kind of took it for granted that he'd show up again. Just pop in one day. "Hi, bro. Was dead for a while, but I'm better now. Want to go get lunch?" It's happened so often I don't even blink when someone tells me he's disappeared. It's not that I don't look
for him dot's just that I don't look as hard as I should anymore. It's this terrible sense I've come to know as the
Everything-will-turn-out-alright-in-the-end attitude. X-men die, they get better, they die again syndrome. Especially anyone related to the Summer's clan. But I should have know something was up when Pierre called from Genosha to say that Lorna had gone missing too. Ah well, hindsight's 20/20.

As I was saying though, it all started a week ago late at night while I was lying in bed with my wife fast asleep. Without warning two men attacked me. They're called retrieval units and they strike us 'earthers' as they call us without warning. Pop through a portal from this dimension, grab a future slave and pop back. No fuss, no muss. I barely saw my wife stir next to me, on her face a look of fuzzy shock, and then I was knocked into a daze by the jaunt. Next thing I know I'm being grabbed by two more men and the cold steel of an inhibitor collar is being snapped around my neck. I fought them all, but I was weak from the jump and still muddled from sleep. They had me on my knees in no time with my arms forced around and locked securely behind me. Then one of the four took some kind of laser device and cut away the briefs I'd been sleeping in, leaving me shocked and naked and retching wildly. Another man grabbed the sleep goggles roughly off my head. Instinctively I shut my eyes, not wanting to punch a hole through the nearest wall, or a captor for that matter. I wish now that I could have. I might have stood a
chance.

When I first heard the seductively familiar voice, I shivered. "S'okay, cher. You 'ave an inhibitor collar on. You can open your eyes now."

I hesitated and one of the men hit me in the back of the head. "You heard him! Open your eyes!"

Then I heard something I'd never thought I'd ever hear. The voice of Remy Lebeau in full fury. I don't think I ever heard him that angry. Most of the time he'd had a very charming, wily laid-back attitude which of course infuriated me whenever I was around him. I felt him pass me as a piece of his clothing whipped against my exposed chest. My eyes remained closed but I
could hear the crack of the man's jaw as Remy yelled, "NEVER hit him again! Ever! Or any of dos I've chosen for my private collection! You do and your life is forfeit, comp rendezvous?!"

A chill ran through me as I heard the words "private collection" and the implications ran wild through my brain as a soft hand ran down my back in a loving caress. "Dey are a work of art and I won't have dem harmed or marred or even scratched." I shuddered again. Remy Lebeau was a thief. And I understood right away that I was a collection piece, like one of the pictures
that had hung in his room in the mansion. No one ever had proof those paintings were stolen, but we all had our suspicions. When he vanished all those years ago, we'd kept his room open for him for a long time. He was another X-men we expected to see again. But as the years went by we eventually needed the space and Storm had insisted on taking the paintings to
her loft. She always swore they weren't stolen. She always believed in him. I wonder what she'd think of him now.

However, in this situation, I would be much more than just a painting or statue. I'd have much more of a purpose here. I'd be a favorite pet of his. Warm his bed and service him whenever and wherever he desired.

"Scott, open your eyes, ces vous plait." His warm breath swam over my ears and in that instant I couldn't refuse him anything. I opened my eyes to a colorful, albeit decadent, world. A world sans the rosy tint of my ruby quartz visor. And came face to face with Alex.

He was on his knees in front of me, his head bowed. Naked except for an inhibitor collar similar to mine and a fiendish little device anchored around the base of his cock. A device I've come to loath. It managed to keep his penis fully erect and my own spasmed in sympathy. I was sure it was painful. My suspicions were well founded. I wear that device now as I lick and suck
Alex, my hips rocking slightly in a lewd manner to my arousal. It's a technology developed on this world that allows a man to stay hard for as long as it's fastened securely around the base of the penis. I'm not certain how it works. It doesn't constrict the circulation like an ordinary cock ring, so there's no concern that the member will lose blood and necroses. And there is
a mild electrical buzz felt when it's worn, not necessarily unpleasant. But the penis is kept firmly under control. A man is unable to ejaculate while wearing the instrument and therefore unable to find release from the painful swelling. A few hours with this apparatus in place can make most men scream for mercy. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on one's idea of courage,
I'm not most men. I've reached my threshold for pain many times and have been able to go beyond it. A vigorous workout in the Danger Room could bring most men screaming to their knees.

But as I was saying,  there was Alex, kneeling in front of me, refusing to meet my gaze. He kept his head bowed and said nothing. Although, as I look back on this event, I realize now that he had probably been commanded not to speak or look at me. Afraid for him, and perhaps a little for myself, I whispered his name. He still wouldn't look up. Well trained. You say nothing when you're given a command. You do exactly what you are told. He hardly needed to be punished by this time. Just controlled. Which is why the device was being used on him at the time. One of the reasons for this technology is
to modify a male slave's behavior. Once fully trained, he can keep himself hard under his own will, until his master gives him permission to ejaculate.

As I whispered his name in sympathy and fear I could see the slight tensing of his arms and hands. I knew he would have liked to have curled his fingers into fists, but that is not the proper way for a slave to behave in front of his master. He must show his love and devotion at all times through a submissive and relaxed posture.

Remy ran his hand along my spine once again, causing my head to jerk up and around. "What is this, Gambit?" I asked with barely repressed fury despite the charm power at work. "Why do you hold my brother captive? Why am I here?"

He chuckled and made a 'tut tut' noise. Then he rose in that infuriatingly enticing manner he had and moved to stand next to Alex. His hand reached down to casually, yet affectionately stroke the top of my brother's head, as if to pet the family dog. I had to bite my own cheek to keep from moaning at the erotic picture it made. Emotions were at war within me. I was raging against this violation, and yet his power held some sway over me. I had never seen that charm power so strong before. So compelling.

"Scott, mon cher, I'll forgive your outburst today. You 'aven't been trained yet, so you don't know how to speak to your master properly. But any time after today and such an outburst will not go unpunished." His red eyes glowed as they watched mine. "I own your brother." He continued. "And now I own you." Simple and direct. Remy wasn't about to explain everything to me. Many of the answers I'd have to come up with on my own. Like the fact that Remy was the ruler of this country I now found myself in. His word was law and the people seemed to love him for it. Which could have been easily dismissed as the effect of his charm. But I soon found out that under his rule, the economy was thriving, the country was at peace for the first time in 100
years, and most of the 'free' citizens were happy living here. And slavery was allowed. Most of the slaves were used for manual labor. Only the wealthy kept pleasure slaves. Remy had a large 'collection', as he called it. Mostly male. But Alex and I would soon become his favorites.

I watched him warily, wanting to scream at him for what he'd said. I wasn't a slave. He didn't own me. But the collar around my neck and the locks on my arms spoke otherwise. I was at his mercy right then and would have to bide my time until I found some way to freedom. I swallowed in a dry throat and glanced at Alex. Remy smiled, almost cheerfully as he continued to stroke his 'pet'. Then he spoke in a gratingly pleasant voice. "You don' 'ave to know why or how. You just have to understand de truth of de matter." He paused for a moment and looked down at Alex. To me he said, "You'll understand dat truth
by de end of the week. You'll understand how well I own you, cher." With a shrug he finished, "And you'll come to love it too.

Then Remy added as an afterthought, "Jus' like your brother here, hien." As he looked at Alex his hand reached down to cup his chin and lift it so Alex could gaze into his eyes. "Show him, mon couer." He said, so low I had to strain to hear. "Show Scott how much you love and obey me, non?" He turned his hips so that I could get the full view of what Alex was about to do.

Reaching up with one hand, Alex pulled Remy's cock from beneath the silken rob he wore and kissed it almost reverently, his lips pressed along the middle of the shaft. Suddenly time slowed down for me as I watched in horror and repulsion Alex's submission. This act I would come to know as a sign of ownership between pleasure slaves and their master. When a slave was told to show his (or her) love of his master he would take the cock and kiss it lovingly as Alex was doing now. Women were forbidden to own pleasure slaves except through a special privilege given by the ruler or the council. So this was considered the universal sign of submission.

I continued to watch, unable to turn away as Alex then placed the head of Remy's penis between his lips and dropped his hands to his sides. His cheeks hollowed as Remy began to thrust forward in one even motion until all of the shaft had disappeared into Alex's warm mouth. The nose of my brother was pressed hard into Remy's pubic hair, but I could see his nostrils flair as he concentrated on filling his lungs. And yet his eyes appeared to glaze over in what could only be described as bliss and I looked on in shock, disgust, and arousal.

Within seconds Remy had his hands around the back of Alex's head and was thrusting faster and faster into his mouth. I could almost imagine Alex's tongue working quickly, lapping at the underside of the flesh, keeping time to Remy's furious pace. The Cajun's hands controlled Alex's head and face, holding him right where he wanted him, and in a few moments I heard the soft
mix of French and English curses as he reached his climax. Pulling Alex all the way to his stomach, he shot his seed deep down his throat. Fascinated, I watched my brother's Adam's apple bob up and down as he drank in the thick warm fluid in lusty abandon. And with a flush I felt my own prick grow in response. I tried to turn away in disgust, but the compulsion to watch was too great. Remy's power kept me faced forward, eyes open, highly aware of every stroke, every lap of my brother's tongue. Desperately I wanted to break the bonds on my arms and touch myself. My hips involuntarily lurched upward
and I bit back a moan of arousal. And I couldn't be sure it came from the charm or my own lust-filled mind.

Gratefully, Remy didn't notice as he caressed Alex's cheek possessively. "Every drop, mon cher." He rasped gently, eyes hooded with the afterglow of an orgasm.

After Alex had licked him clean, Remy pulled him to his feet and kissed him tenderly. I was now completely and painfully erect. If someone had touched me at that moment I would have spewed my cum over the floor then and there. But Remy was busy lapping at Alex's mouth, teasing him with his tongue. Soon that tongue vanished into Alex and he began to suck on it in much the same way he'd blown Lebeau's prick. After a moment Remy pulled back from Alex holding my brother's arms by his side and looked with pride on his well-trained slave.

"Makes my heart swell, cher. You've learned well. Hope you can train your brot'er to do it dat good." Alex smiled and flushed at the praise. My eyes went wide when I heard this. Alex would be my trainer. I shook my head. "No." I breathed. Both men looked my way, but said nothing. In shame I saw Alex staring at my erection with a slight smirk, and I looked away.

"You done good, Alex. I want you to release yourself now." Curious, I looked back up at the two. My brother glanced my way for a second and I was certain I saw my own shame reflected in that look, with a slight blush of anger. He didn't want me to see this. But then his Master was reaching down to release the device on his cock. I heard a faint click as it came unlocked and Alex moaned in relief and pleasure. Holding the ring in his left hand, Remy began to stroke Alex's hard member with his right. He fisted it once, then twice, then place his cupped hand under the head as Alex, eyes closed and head thrown back, quickly spasmed and came, squirting all his cum into Remy's hand with a cry of such ecstasy I shuddered.

Right after Remy leaned toward Alex and whispered something in his ear. My brother immediately sank to his knees and put his head back opening his mouth. Remy's right hand, still full of the product of Alex's release, tipped it over the open mouth dribbling the fluid down over his fingers. Such submission from my brother sent a spike of fear down into my stomach. But
still I couldn't turn away. The creamy life-giving substance dripped quickly into Alex's mouth and he lapped at it eagerly. When most of it had rolled over his tongue and down his throat, Alex reached up to kiss Remy's fingers, sucking each digit into his mouth one at a time until he had cleaned them thoroughly. Then with long erotic strokes he licked the hand clean. When he'd
finished his chore, he once again took Remy's cock in his hand and kissed it lovingly, as if in gratitude for the release and the quenching of his thirst.

"Bien." Remy said patting his head affectionately. "Now stay der quietly while I talk to your brot'er." Alex sat back on his heels, arms loose at his side, and bowed his head in acquiescence.

Remy's approach was casual, yet commanding and seductive. With an easy agility he twirled the instrument that had bound my brother's cock around his finger. When he stood in front of me I was trembling and kept my head down. Whether in anger or fear, I wasn't quite sure. Like a magician he suddenly produced my sleep goggles in front of my eyes and I looked up at him. His smile was benevolent as if to say "Submit, and all will go well." I could almost believe it. But I knew it was a lie. The very fact that he insisted on ownership told me the truth behind the lie. And his actions spoke volumes. He
would never permanently mar us. Probably wouldn't physically harm us. His charm power could easily subdue our will. And we were too precious to him to damage. He was too obsessed. In some perverse way, I think he loved us, me and my brother. And his looked told me he would love watching us together.

"Not gonna need these anymore, hein." He told me. "Dat collar's never gonna come off." He chuckled. "Can't 'ave you blowing the place apart, eh?" The goggles fell from his finger and clattered to the floor. Then he placed his hand against my cheek tenderly and let the warmth of his empathic ability wash over me. My eyes closed and I leaned into the touch, seeking his love.
Still radiating all his charm, Remy raised me to my feet. I shook almost violently as a hand came down to clasp my erection.

"For me, eh?" Smirking he stroked it gently. I almost lost it. I wish I had, because suddenly the ring that had tormented my brother was snapped in place around the base of my cock. I hissed and bucked at the sensation. But Remy pulled me to himself, placing a hand on either cheek to steady my hips. My prick throbbed in agony trapped between my stomach and his.

"Shhh..." He cooed into my ear, nipping at the lobe sharply. "S'okay. I know it hurts. But it won' damage you. I could never let dat happen, cher. Just listen to your brot'er. Do what he tells you and dis..." He touched the ring and I gasped, "won' be on long." His hands kneaded the cheeks of my buttocks gently and a finger ran down the length of my crack, causing me to buck
furiously again into Remy, terrified, aroused, and disoriented.

"Remy." I breathed through gritted teeth. "How can you do this?"

He said nothing at first. Kissing my cheek, then my eyes and nose, his tongue darted out across my lips and I opened them without thinking. His tongue slipped into mine and he kissed me with a bruising force, passion enflaming me, pain engulfing me and centering on my throbbing member still pressed against this man, my master. I wanted him then. I couldn't deny it, not even
to myself. And I was in a rage against this madness he'd dragged me into.

Then as he had done with my brother, Remy pulled back and held my arms in his hands. "How could I not?" One hand flew out toward Alex. "Why settle for one Summers when I can 'ave de matching set?" His eyes twinkled in amusement. And there it was. We were a center piece, our beauty to be put on display for all to see and for him to enjoy. I began to tremble again and swallowed hard, not wanting to show him my fear. But he winked at me good-naturedly (Remy had always been at his most cheerful after sex or a successful gambit) and said, "You can't eat just one, non?"

I groaned inwardly at his lewd joke. He gave a chuckle. "Well, mon couers, I have state matters to attend to." He looked over at Alex and motioned him to stand. "I'll be gone a week, Alex. I want your brother broken in by de time I return. Use what I taught you. But no harm is to come to him. I don't want him whipped or bruised. And his backside is for me, d'ccord? You leave his cherry for me." Alex nodded. "I want him pliable in my bed on our first night. Don't disappoint me, pet."

Then he was gone in a swish of fine silk and grand gesture, and I was alone with my brother and three guards. My prick twitched and throbbed painfully, and a flush covered my body along with a fine sheen of sweat. The warmth was gone, and all that was left was pain and fury.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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