"Alex." I said, my voice rising in volume as I seethed. "Snap out of this! This is crazy! For God's sake, Alex, you can't go through with what he's asking! It's...it's vile!"

Alex looked at me and for a moment a flicker of shame passed across his face. I thought I had him. But then it was gone with a shake of his head. "I'm sorry Scott. But what Remy wants, he gets. I can't fight him anymore. Believe me I've tried. And there's no where far enough to run that he won't find you. You weren't even safe in the mansion."

His eyes grew cold in resignation and he looked over at the guards. "Take him to the play room and put him in the stocks. I'll be there shortly." Then he turned on his heel and strode away.

"Alex!" I screamed at him as the guards took hold of my arms and began dragging me in the opposite direction. "Alex! You can't do this! You can't want this!" How wrong I was. A well-trained slave can do anything his master orders. Even to his own brother.

I was still too weak from the jaunt, and even my anger didn't strengthen me as I fought futilely against the three guards. They dragged me kicking and jerking against them down the hall to the 'play room'. When they'd pulled me past the threshold and I had a chance to look around I stopped struggling. The room was a cornucopia of sexual toys and accouterments. Nothing was
outwardly hostile. I learned early on that Remy, thankfully, wasn't into torture pain at least. And he didn't used physical pain for it's own sake. There had to be a reason for the agony, like the little device wrapped around my cock.  He never used pain to break a man. There were other subtle ways of doing that, much to my horror. And then there was his charm power if he so
chose to use it. But I suspect he liked the challenge of not using it. Of having a man broken and compliant through demonstration of all the pleasure he could give and receive and all the hopelessness of never being able to find a place to hide, once his mutagenic signature had been recorded. And I found out soon enough that he used mental torture and manipulation when none of his other tricks worked. But he was sincere in protecting the beauty of an object he owned, including his slaves.
The fact that there were no whips, no instruments of torture that I could see, did nothing to ease my fear. I had no idea how Alex planned to make me compliant, and I sure as hell didn't want to find out. I looked quickly around the room searching for a weapon of any kind as the retrieval units pulled me to the 'stocks'. The room was large with very high ceilings, and yet there was a sense of confinement. Along one wall hung iron rings of different sizes and heights to secure a slave. In another corner there was a large four poster bed with more hooks and rings placed in various locations. I saw a chain dangling from the head board. Several chests and tables lined a third wall. On the tables were many different sizes of dildos and vibrators, cock rings, bite blocks, horse tails and butt plugs. A vast assortment of lubes and gels. And a wide array of instruments I couldn't put names to. Again, nothing overtly dangerous. A sling hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room, similar to a hammock, but with leather straps to hold a man's arms and legs in place. There was a T-shaped table to stretch a man's arms out at his side. Ankle cuffs were underneath at the end to hold a man bent over with his legs spread. And then I looked behind me and saw where Alex intended to bind me. It was an old fashioned stocks. A wooden plank cut in half with holes for both arms and  the head. But instead of coming all the way to the ground for a man to kneel behind, it was anchored on two poles cemented into the floor and stood over two thick platforms that spread out in a V shape.

One of the guards let go of me when he realized I had stopped fighting and went over to the stocks to open the upper portion. The other two dragged me underneath it and unlocked my arms. That's when I made my move. I pulled one arm forcefully away from one of the guards and then swung it up as hard as I could into his groin. He yelped and clutched at the injury. Before the other two could act I slipped back underneath the stocks and ran to the tables. Amazingly I noticed the one dangerous item I'd missed before. A metal pole about nine inches long. I clutched it tightly in my hand as the men advanced warily. I was prepared to kill if I had to.

But suddenly the world tilted and a horrible wave of dizziness and nausea went through me. I dropped the weapon and fell to my knees. And then Alex was standing over me holding a small black control box and frowning. "Sorry, Scotty. The collar is tuned to your mutagenic signature. It disrupts the neuro pathways along your spine. The sensation you're feeling won't last
long and it won't cause any permanent damage, but it'll keep you from fighting while we strap you in."

"Alex." I pleaded, barely able to whisper the words. "P-please don't do this."

He shook his head sadly. "Sorry bro. I don't have a choice." Then he gestured to the guards and once again they dragged my now limp body over to the stocks. My head and arms were forced into the tight semicircles and the top portion was secured above me and padlocked on the side. Two of the guards grabbed a leg and pulled them both roughly underneath the stocks so that I was sitting on my ass. I made a weak attempt to kick, but only succeeded in aiding their efforts. Not too gently my legs were straightened along the planks and spread shoulder length apart. Then they tightened leather straps across my thighs just above the knees and around the ankles. I could barely shift my rump. The ring at the base of my cock forced it up at a 45 degree angle. It continued to throb furiously and I had to slow my breathing, concentrating with all I had to relax and meditate trying to dull the pain.

Alex would have none of it. He touched my erection with feather strokes and I nearly exploded. Tears ran down my face. I couldn't help it anymore. And the worst of it was when I looked up at him, he was smiling warmly, lovingly, like the brother I had known. I groaned audibly and said, "No. I don't want this."

"You will." Alex responded encouragingly and reached over to stroke my face. I jerked back at his touch and knocked my head hard against the wooden plank, seeing stars. His hand kept coming until it met my cheek. "You're my brother, Scott and I love you. This doesn't have to go like this. All you have to do is what I tell you and I'll let you release yourself." His fingers ran down long my jaw line, while the first digit of his other hand circled the head of my swollen member. I nearly screamed.

"Fuck you!" I cursed at him. "I'll never do what you want!"

"Yes." His voice was low, resigned. "You will." Then he laughed almost wickedly. "Us Summers. Stubborn to a fault." His hands came away from my body and he stood up. I couldn't raise my head very far, so I raised my eyes to glare at him. "You know," he continued in same sad tone, "It took Remy a month to break me. I think it was a month. I'm not quite sure. You can't tell time in this place and I'm not allowed to wear anything except this collar and the occasional ornamentation." I wondered what he meant by that, but then I remembered the cock rings. "I can't tell you what it took to make me this obedient. Remy ordered me not to. He told me he was going to send the retrieval units after you. I tried to talk him out of it, I swear. I never
wanted to bring you into this. But he had his mind made up. And whatever he wants he usually gets. He didn't tell me I'd have to train you, though. I'm not happy about this. But I can't fight him. No one can. That damn ability he has to charm people." His voice had choked on the last sentence and he looked away from me for a moment.

When he looked back his eyes sparkled with unshed tears and he said, "I tried to kill him once. I got hold of a knife. I got as close to his bed as I could while he was sleeping, but when I went to raise the knife his damn power took hold of me and I dropped my weapon." He shook his head in denial. " He must have heard the clatter or maybe he'd never been asleep. His eyes opened and looked up at me standing over him. And he smiled." Alex pounded a fist into his other hand. "HE SMILED! As if he knew what I was going to do. Then he bent down over the bed and picked up the knife. I couldn't move. Until..."

Alex paused swallowing hard. "Until he handed it back to me." He continued as a single tear ran down his cheek. "He put it in my hand and raised it to his throat and said, "Go on, cher. If it means dat much to you." My hand began to shake so bad I actually nicked him. Then I threw the knife across the room and crawled into his arms. He held me while I cried like a baby begging his forgiveness. He stroked my hair, soothing me, telling me it was okay, that he understood, but he couldn't let it go unpunished.  And then he made the sweetest, most tender love to me that night. That's when I gave in. That's when I knew I couldn't fight him anymore."

My eyes must have betrayed the pity and revulsion I felt, because Alex paused and looked at me, his eyes becoming steel, pulling back the emotions, the sadness for me and the regret at what he had to do. "He'll find your limit. You'll be eating out of his hand by the end of the week. You might as well give in now. It'll go a whole lot easier."

"NO!" I shouted, as the coldness of his eyes pierced me and brought my anger blazing back up to the surface. "I'm not you! He'll never do to me what he did to you! You're just..." I met his eyes and faltered, knowing that what I read in those eyes spoke truth. Remy would win in the end. I knew it because I had felt that kiss. That first kiss of his. I could have drowned in that kiss. It had overwhelmed me. It had nearly driven the pain from my groin out of my thoughts. But I couldn't admit it to myself. Not then. Not for a long, long while. "No." I stated firmly. "Do what you have to do, but I won't be a willing partner to this depravity."

He closed his eyes, looking so, so tired. "Very well." When he opened his eyes again he seemed different, almost cruel, as if he were steeling himself for what he had to do. He turned to the guards. "Send them in." My brother ordered. I looked up as the units escorted two young naked male slaves to my side. One carried a basin of floral scented water. The other carried soap, washcloths, and towels. They stood hesitantly looking at me, looking at Alex, then at each other. I stared at them in confusion until Alex said, "Wash him thoroughly. I'll be back shortly." Then my brother was gone.

The two set to work. Slow and erotic they soaped my body with the scented water, running the washcloths sensuously down my chest and back, then up along my thighs. They were very thorough. One even washed my hair, running his fingers through it, scrubbing in a way that made my scalp tingle with delight. And I melted under their touch. Every nerve in my body was on fire.
The throbbing in my groin grew more intense. And I saw stars when one of the men began to scrub it lightly with a washcloth. He took his time and I was in near agony. But the pain melded into the pleasure of their touch until I was writhing, thrusting my hips up and breathing fast and heavy. I couldn't shift enough to move in pleasure. I couldn't thrust high enough. And I couldn't
ejaculate. God, how I wanted to cum.  It was agonizing and oh so wonderful. Finally, sadly I felt, they finished by drying me completely and stood up. And my cock continued to throb without release. I noticed at this point that the guards had left. The slaves positioned themselves on either side of me, kneeling in submission, with their heads bowed. They said nothing. I tried to
reason with them. Then I begged them to take off the ring. They ignored my pleas. After a long while Alex returned. He stood between my legs and offered his cock to me.

"Take it, Scott. Let me show you how to suck a man. Then I'll take off the ring. "I shook my head and tightened my mouth, clenching my teeth against his intrusion. He sighed deeply and moved back, gesturing to the men and then to me. "Pleasure him." He said. My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. What was Alex ordering them to do? Was he relenting? Would the two men remove the device that kept my prick trapped in swollen agony?

One of the slaves came around between my legs and the other crouched down over my back. I felt a tongue slide down my spine and I bucked as far as I could. Hands were all over me. A mouth came down on my left nipple teasing it, causing it to swell. Then a hand came down on my other nipple to pluck at it bruisingly. I didn't think my cock could grow any further, but it did, painfully.

The slave behind me continued to lick down my spine. I felt his hands run over my back softly as he kneaded and massaged the tension there. He couldn't reach further up my spine than the diaphragm because of the wooden stocks, so he went lower. The point of his tongue trailed down my lower back to just above the tip of my crack. I tried to pull away, but then his hands slid
under the cheeks of my ass and held me firmly so his tongue could thrust in and out between my buttocks. I moaned and cried under the assault. I could move so little. And I was even more frustrated than when they had washed me. In front, the other slave began kissing my forehead, then running his tongue along my eyelids, holding my face tightly in his hands. He bit my nose
playfully and I shook my head forcefully. I wouldn't give in to this affection. He continued kissing down my jaw and then licking at my lips and clenched teeth. At that moment the other slave tongued between my cheeks and I moaned. The man in front seized this opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. Caught up in the agonizing pleasure I began to suck in his tongue
without thinking. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to rub his own erect cock along the area between my penis and thigh. But amazingly he never came. I was so certain he would. I whimpered when he finally pulled his tongue out of my mouth. But then he bent down over my groin and licked the head of my cock. I screamed and Alex yanked the young slave away.

"NOT THERE! THAT'S FOR YOUR MASTER ONLY!" The slave cowered as he roared. But just as suddenly Alex's anger dissipated and he pushed the man back toward me. "You can work around it, but leave his penis and testicles to me." He
ordered. The young slave began touching me again, hesitantly at first, then more confidently. He started on my nipples, but drove one hand down around the base of my cock, pulling gently on the pubic hair. Then his tongue went down along my inner left thigh and it was worse than even the direct contact with my penis had been.

"Stop!" I rasped. I was dazed by this point, close to the edge with the overload of my senses. And no release in sight. Alex pulled the slave working on my thigh away and offered his cock to me again. "Come on Scotty. I know you're dying for the release." He stroked his long thick member with both his hands, fisting it up and down in front of my face.

The slave behind me continued his ministrations on my anal area. He'd gotten closer and closer to that sensitive opening and I was finding it very hard at this point to deny Alex. But I set my teeth tighter against the flesh offer, my nostrils flaring in defiance. I wouldn't do this. And when my brother began to caress my face with his member, I bit down even further. I felt as
though my teeth were about to shatter and my swollen organ explode. But I wouldn't take what he was offering. He wouldn't break me. Finally, Alex reached a climax and ejaculated hard over my lips and chin. Cum dribbled down my jaw and on to my chest. But my mouth stayed closed. He stepped back with a frown, giving a sharp order to the slave behind me to
stop. I could tell by the clench of his fists and the tightening of his shoulders that the orgasm hadn't been that pleasant for him. Just something he felt he had to do. An attempt to humiliate me and drive back my confidence. It didn't work. And I smiled up at him in spite of the pain in my groin. "Is that the best you can do, bro?" I taunted.

That had to be the worst mistake I could make. Suddenly he smiled brightly. He was quickly losing any sympathy he had for me. "Oh no, bro. I can do a whole lot better. This is just the beginning." He confused me for a moment then when he suddenly changed topics. "You must be pretty thirsty by now. When's the last time you had something to drink?" His voice was pleasant enough, but I could see the cruelty in his eyes. I licked my lips, and with dawning horror realized just how thirsty I was.
"Tell you what, Scott." Alex offered as he saw me lick my lips. "Let me put my cock in your mouth. Just let me set it in there for a few minutes, and I'll give you something to drink."  "Go to hell!" Came my reply.  "I think by tomorrow morning you'll pretty much believe you're in hell." He snapped back. Then harshly he ordered the two slaves to leave.

But as they rushed to the door, Alex softened his voice and said, "You may release yourselves." Both the young slaves looked at him longingly, almost unable to believe what he had said. He nodded. "You did well." He told them.
In unison, the two slaves said, "Thank you master."

After they'd gone he swung back around in anger. "I'll be back in twelve hours, Scott." Glaring at me venomously, he said, "You're an idiot. A stubborn headed fool. But in twelve hours you'll be screaming for something to drink through dry cracked lips and begging me to make that offer again. Only the next time, I'll up the price." With that he swung back around and
strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I heard the click of the lock and the lights went out. My cock continued to throb in the darkness.

"Go to hell." I whispered to the empty room.
 
 
 

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