"Jean." I rasped in the pitch-black room. There was no light at all. Not even from under the doorway. It was isolating and frightening. I felt as though I'd been trapped in that darkness for a century. My mouth ached with the  dryness and my tongue felt like a cotton ball. I could hardly produce any saliva to moisten my lips. And my penis was throbbing in answer to my fear.
At first I'd tried to meditate. Logan had given me a few meditation sessions. For a gruff angry loner he sure could relax when he wanted to. But I never quite got the hang of it. I think a lot of people might just be right about me. I'm wound too tight.

So then it was on to repulsive thoughts to try to ease the swelling of my groin. But all I could think about was the time Bobby had cut his arm and ignored the wound. It got miserably infected and swelled so bad Hank had to release the pressure by making long incisions down the length of the forearm. If I could have seen my dick at the time I'd swear it was as bad as Bobby's arm. The continuous electrical buzz slowly began to irritate the hell out of me. It was like Chinese water torture. And whenever the air conditioning vent came on, the frigid air wafted over my shaft tickling the raw nerves and causing me to howl in torment.

And the thirst. It almost had me wishing I'd taken Alex's offer. Almost. I tried to secrete some saliva and swallow, but there wasn't enough anymore. Surely they weren't going to let me die of thirst. The way Remy had struck  that guard made me believe he'd be sorely tested if I died. Or maybe this was Alex's plan. In order to save me from the humiliation he had suffered,
perhaps he believed I had to die. He'd given up. He'd said as much. And perhaps he felt this was the only way to keep me from being raped by Remy. Had I not been so miserable, I might have agreed with this theory. But during that long night all I wanted, all I could think about was getting a drink of water and getting the ring removed. And I needed to pee. In spite of having had nothing to drink since I'd gotten here, I still felt the urge. My bladder felt uncomfortably full. But I couldn't urinate either. At first I held myself, not wanting to give into the urge. I would have hated for Alex to return after having soiled myself. But toward morning the sensation was more tormenting than the need to cum. But when I tried to relax to pee and found I couldn't, I nearly screamed in frustration. I wondered fleetingly what would happen if my bladder got too full. Would it rupture? Didn't seem like a pleasant way to die. At that thought I did try to scream. It came out more as a croak. I rasped for Alex, begging him to release this torment. I'd do anything. Just take it off and let me cum and pee. But no one came. And then I received a minor
comfort. I cried. The tears spilled down my cheeks for a few moments until my ducts dried up from the lack of moisture in my body. The salty liquid ran down into my mouth and I breathed a little easier as I slurped it down, moistening my lips and tongue. A strange, yet somehow appropriate thought, considering my present circumstance, occurred to me as I drank my own tears.
I had heard that a man's semen tasted salty. I wondered, would it taste like my tears? If I allowed Alex to ejaculate in my mouth would it relieve this thirst and taste as wonderful as that blessed fluid? Little did I know I would soon get an answer to my questions. I was in denial at the time. I was so sure I could hold out. Time would prove me wrong.

I must have finally dosed for a while, because suddenly the lights were on and Alex was standing in front of me. I blinked several times, trying to ease the cracked residue of my tears. Finally I broke the crust on my eyelids completely and looked up at Alex.

"Morning, bro." I tried to sound cheery, but my voice creaked wearily and the words came out as a whisper.

"Morning." He replied. "Did you sleep well?" I couldn't even hear a trace of sarcasm. "Like a baby." I rasped. "Could use a little more though. It hasn't been twelve hours already, has it?"

He snorted at that. Good. Maybe this friendly bantering could bring him around. He patted my head and placed his cock against my lips. No such luck.

"Would you like a glass of water?" Alex asked courteously. "All you have to do is take my dick all the way down your throat and hold it there until I pull out. That's all. Easier said than done."

"No thanks." I croaked pleasantly. "I'm not really thirsty this morning."

He chuckled. "Well, maybe later, okay?"

"Maybe." I replied. Then he left. An hour later he was back with the same offer. I was close to taking it. My tears had dried up. My lips were cracked and swollen, and a tasteless sludge was forming on my tongue. But I politely declined when he stroked my hair. For some reason that gesture of brotherly affection irritated me.

Every hour on the hour he came back. Or so he mentioned to me in passing. I could believe him. My brother was a hot-tempered man, but very organized.

Very time oriented. He liked schedules. But every time he placed his cock against my lips I refused. In the end I wore him down. I beat him at the waiting game. My brother had a tendency to be impatient. And, I have to admit, he was on the clock here. Remy was due back in five days and he was expecting a compliant, docile Scott Summers in his bed.

But what transpired once his patience wore thin made me realize I had pretty much made mistake number two. After the fifth time, when Alex recognized that I wasn't going to take him willingly and that I might end up dying from dehydration instead, he entered the room with a guard at his side. All other times he'd come alone. A shiver of fear ran down my spine.

As the guard went around the stocks and stood behind my back, Alex knelt down in front of me. I turned my head nervously around to try to see what the guard was doing because I had seen him hiding something behind his back, but the wood plank blocked my view. So I turned to look at Alex. He looked into my eyes coldly and without a word grabbed my erect member and squeezed viciously. In shock and pain I opened my mouth and howled. Too late I realized their intentions. A latex bite block was shoved roughly into my mouth by the guard and secured tightly around my head. The bit covered my teeth and prevented me from biting down or closing my mouth. It was so well fitted to my teeth and firmly secured behind my head, that I found it impossible to dislodge with my tongue. Alex stood up and ordered the guard to leave, which he promptly did.

The room became as silent as a grave. All I could hear was the sharp intake of my breath through my flaring nostrils. My jaw popped loudly once to relieve the pressure of not being able to close. And I started to shake, feeling my heart racing, knowing and terrified of what was coming.

Alex still said nothing as he came forward. Only a grunt was issued as he pushed his cock between the bit and into my mouth. I gagged as a my arid tongue was shoved towards the back of my throat. Panic came over me as I desperately tried to shift my tongue under his intruding cock. His hands came firmly down on either side of my head to hold it in place and I bucked,
trying to shout around the intrusion, begging him to stop. But he ignored me and continued forward. I could barely move. Not just from the straps that held me, but from the stiffness of being tied down in the same position for almost a day. Finally, mercifully, my tongue popped down below Alex's cock and I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to calm the stark raving fear of being choked. And then Alex spoke in a kind, calm and even tone that slowly reduced my  fear. "Relax your tongue, Scott. Act like you're yawning and it will go down without you gagging. I won't let you choke." And when I thought I heard him bite back a sob, I relaxed just a little and he slid deeper into me. He stroked my hair softly. "That's it, bro. You can do this. Take it all the way down." He coaxed gently. Tears came to my eyes and suddenly my nose was pressed up against his belly. Relief filled my body for a moment.

Alex held his cock inside my throat for several long agonizing minutes. Continuing to stroke my hair he spoke encouragingly. "You're doing great, Scotty. Just a little longer. Keep your tongue and throat relaxed and remember to breath through your nose." His voice was soothing and gentle. And in spite of his violation I couldn't bring myself to hate him. He was just
doing what he'd been ordered to do. But I was angry all the same.

After a few minutes, he pulled himself partially out and thrust slowly back down. Then he held himself there for several more minutes. A pattern began to form in this way. The time he held his cock down my throat became shorter and shorter. And the time he started to thrust in and out became longer and longer. I have to admit I was amazed at his control. I think I would have
exploded the moment I put my prick in his mouth. Soon he pulled nearly all the way out letting me taste his pre-cum. And I was in heaven for the first time since the whole miserable affair had started. I wrapped my tongue around the head of his penis and lapped voraciously, coating my mouth with the moisture he offered. He clutched my hair tightly when I did this and moaned.
His hips twitched calling him to thrust back down, but with a small mercy I felt him fight the instinct and allow me to take in all I wanted of the slippery fluid.

Eventually his control broke and he thrust back down. I was ready for him by then. I had learned how to take it now. However, his strokes came much, much faster now as he reached his climax and it was becoming more and more difficult to control my gag reflex. And he was holding my head again, a whole lot tighter than before, making sure, without thinking, that I stayed right where he wanted me. He was driving hard into my mouth. I tried to concentrate on breathing through my nose, but the pace he'd taken up was making it hard to pull in air. I was panicking again, but now Alex seemed unaware. He began
cursing, making lewd comments about my mouth. How tight and warm. How he couldn't wait to do this all again. His big brother, leader of the X-Men on his knees in front of him forced to give head. What would the X-Men say to that? he taunted. What would Jean say? I protested in anger, trying to yell at him around his thick hard shaft. But he kept ramming it into me, never letting up for an instant.

"I'm...uhh...not...the little...brother...you can...order around anymore." He huffed. "I'm...your master...now!" With a roar he slammed into me and shot his cum deep down my throat. As he spasmed inside me I began to retch. The creamy thick fluid was making me sick. I could feel my stomach roller coasting. But he wouldn't remove his cock. Finally, when I started to heave
violently, he realized what was happening and pulled out swiftly, falling back. I howled as loud as I could against the bit and retched for several more moments.

Alex knelt down again in front of me and rubbed the back of my neck. "Breathe, Scott."

"Ah can'." I tried to say as I gasped for air. "ak' i' ouu'!" I begged him.

"No." He said without preamble, understanding immediately what I was asking.

"Through your nose. Breathe through your nose." Tenderly he continued to stroke the back of my neck encouraging me to breath slowly through my nose until finally the retching stopped and I could take in air properly again.

Kissing my cheek, he rubbed his smooth face against my neck. So soft. So sensual. "It's okay, Scott. I'm sorry. Please understand that I didn't want to hurt you, but you left me no choice."

I closed my eyes blinking away tears, and once again felt the agonizing throb of my swollen penis. As I began to tremble in anger and fear, Alex began to stroke my body. His long slender fingers tried to soothe away the rage I was experiencing as reality set in. But his words belied his tender gestures as he started to explain what he had planned for me. The rage soon dissipated and fear was left in its wake. I shuddered violently as I listened to his voice. "Shh...It's got to be done." He explained gently, kissing my eyes, then running his tongue along my outstretched lips. "You're going to dehydrate, unless I get some fluid into you. You're so damn stubborn. I've called for one of Remy's physicians. He's going to insert an IV in your arm and give you fluid through your veins."

I shook my head no, but he grabbed it firmly and forced me to look at him.

"Listen to me. I'm not letting you die. You're not leaving me alone in this."

Tears trickled down his face. "I need you, Scott."

"'ATER!" I shouted at him. "'ake 'is 'UCKIN t'ing ouu!"

Alex shook his head. "You left me no choice. I'm sorry." Then he stood up and turned to spot a kindly old gentleman standing quietly just inside the door.

He held a black satchel in one of his gnarled hands. Alex motioned to him and he hobbled over to stand in front of me.

"Remy and his damn training." The old doctor muttered as he quickly assessed the situation. He looked back around at Alex. "I suppose you aren't allowed to take this thing out of his mouth and give him some water?"

Alex sighed. "No. I've got to keep it there or I'll never get it back in him."

"So he needs an IV and some fluid then?" Alex nodded.

"And I suppose he's going to have to live off your sperm for a while?"

My head jerked up at that. "'O!" I shook my head vigorously.

"Yes." Alex said quietly. "It's part of the training. Something he's got to get use to. Re...My master will feed him real food after he's able to tolerate a scheduled feeding of my...semen." I shuddered and hung my head in desolation. This was too much.
The doctor remained silent for a long while as he examined me. He gently took my cock in his hand near the base and peered at it closely. I winced, but his experienced touch didn't send me over the edge. "It looks okay. Have you drained him yet?"
I looked up at the doctor, puzzled and fearful as he looked at Alex. "Not yet." My brother replied. "I was going to do that next."

The old doctor nodded and turned back to me. "He'll need to empty your bladder." He told me kindly stroking my cheek. "It'll be uncomfortable, but a full bladder would feel a lot worse." Smiling at me, he patted my hand encouragingly. I hung my head in shame and understanding. "Now I'm going to put an IV in your hand. I'm sure you know it will hurt a little. But you need the fluid." He lifted my chin with a kindness I didn't think possible.

"You'll behave for ole doc Samson, won't you son?" I looked at him for a moment and knew I couldn't say no. His kindness was sincere. He had no motive except to help me live. And while I hated what was happening to me, I didn't want to die. Not yet. I still had some hope left. Hope that I could change Alex's mind. Hope that I'd get back home to Jean. Hope that Remy Lebeau would die before he took my virgin ass. I nodded at him and he smiled. I took some comfort in that smile.
With an amazing spryness for a man his age, Doctor Samson set up the items he'd need to start the IV and quickly wrapped a tourniquet around my wrist.

Immediately a vein popped up. "Well, well, well," The doctor chuckled to himself. "Not quite as dry as I thought, boy." A motion to my left made me look up and I saw Alex smiling down at me, arms crossed, a little too smug. I closed my eyes and waited for the prick of the needle. But the doctor was a pro. I hardly felt it go in. And when I looked back over at my hand he was capping the IV and flushing it. Then without a word he produced a collapsing IV pole, put it together, then grabbed a bag of fluid and primed the tubing. The tubing was immediately connected to my IV and the bag began to drain into my vein.
"Let that all go in." The doctor instructed Alex as he rose stiffly to his feet and gathered the unused supplies. "That ought to be enough for now. But I'll leave a few bags of fluid that you can hang in the next few days if he's not drinking water by then." Doctor Samson nodded knowingly. Patting Alex on his shoulder, he turned toward the door saying, "There are much easier
ways to make a slave more willing, son. Try a little kindness. It goes a long way."

Alex smiled at the doctor. "Not when the slave's as stubborn as my brother."

Doctor Samson's right eyebrow lifted in surprise but he made no comment. Then he hobbled back out the door. "You better drain him now, before all that fluid goes in." He called over his shoulder as he left. "And give him a pillow to sit on. You wouldn't want to test Remy when he sees a redness or skin tear on the boy's backside. You know how he likes you slaves. Perfect."

I was sad to see him go.

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