We stood above the crowd on a wide landing at the top of a red-carpeted stairway. There must have been five hundred people below us, all milling about around a large ballroom floor. Elegantly dressed lords and ladies swirled in a graceful waltz on the dance floor. The room itself was immense. At least 40 feet high and longer than a football field. Large crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the lights hitting the gems in such a way as to spray a prism of color across the dancers. The white marble floor sparkled under the light, sending blinding prismed rays up the stairs as the dancers weaved around the dance floor, blocking and then freeing the beams. I had to blink a few times to clear my vision. Around the room were tables and chairs, simple in design, but undoubtedly expensive. Couches and several more chairs lined the walls, where many of the members of high society gravitated to speak in loud, boisterous tones, discussing the newest gossip and politics and their own luxurious lives. I closed my eyes and swayed nervously above the crowd.

Suddenly a voice boomed out from the guard at the head of the stairs. The music fell silent and the room became a soft murmur of curious onlookers.

"Lords and Ladies, I give you our Patriarch of this great nation, Genosha, His Emminence, Lord Remy Lebeau!"

I faultered on the first step as the the crowd roared a welcome. Genosha! What the hell! Alex caught my arm roughly before I stumbled. "Careful bro."

I looked over at him, but he shook his head. A warning to remain quiet for now. Remy never even glanced back at us. He continued to walk proudly down the stairway. Our leashes were drawing taut, so we moved quickly after him. I could feel the tension increase in my body as we neared the crowd. The noise had dulled again to a quiet roar and the people parted to one side or another to let us pass. At the opposite end of the room was a raised dais and a simple marble throne. Plush red cushions covered the seat and back.

When Remy had seated himself, he motioned for me to stand to his left, while Alex stood to his right.

"Stand proud, mon chers. Let dem admire your beauty." Remy encouraged us. He let the ends of our leashes dangle on the arms of his throne. Henri came to stand at his left knee beaming. He was scanning the crowd eagerly, and I noticed a small commotion toward the stairwell. Henri spotted it soon after and started to move forward when Remy put a hand on his shoulder. He murmured something in the boy's ear and Henri's smile weakened as he straightened. Then Remy gestured to an attendant. Orders were given, and an attractive young lady was led to the throne. She was dressed in a floor length scarlet gown. Her ash blonde hair was pulled up into a loose style and threaded with scarlet ribbons. Scarlet gloves ran up her naked arms above her elbows. The woman carried herself well. She curtsied politely in front of her ruler and Remy acknowledged her with a smile and a nod. "Lady Vanier. Your nephew does us proud. You are welcome to visit with him tonight."

Henri walked slowly over to the woman as she kneeled down to pull him into a hug. I couldn't be certain, but I thought I heard Henri say, "Momma". His voice had become a childlike whisper. I could see tears sparkling in the Lady's eyes. I choked with understanding then that the child couldn't be acknowledged openly as her son. Henri was a little boy denied the right to see his mother on a regular basis. It was heartwrenching. As much affection as Remy showed the boy, it didn't make up for the loss of seeing his mother everyday.

As Lady Vanier led her son away from the throne, a line began to form as the nobility came up to pay their respects and praise Remy's newest acquisitions to his harem. A servant brought him a glass of wine and he sipped from it as his subjects bowed and curtsied and admired us from below. I licked my dry lips nervously as he drank, wishing he'd offer me a glass.

Thankful that none had ventured onto the platform to admire my brother and I more closely, I turned my head away from Remy to study the crowd. To my utter embarrassment, I realized that Alex and I were the only naked slaves in the room. Many of the courtiers had slaves to attend them. They were easy to spot because of their collars and leashes and the submissive posture they took as they served their master or mistress. And all of them wore a short white tunic. A new flush rose on my skin. I felt vulnerable. Remy had let his power over me wane. The euphoric sensation had dulled to a warm relaxed state. But my thoughts broke through his control and shame surfaced in me.

I looked back at Remy. He was leaning forward, one arm resting on an outstretched leg, speaking to some councillor. Panic was closing in on me. Alex stood across from me calm and collected. This only increased my anxiety. How could he stand there so exposed to the crowd and remain so calm? It unnerved me and I wanted to run. I had to get away from these people.

Remy must have seen me move. I hardly realized myself that I'd stepped forward. He looked up at me and smiled encouragingly. Suddenly my mind filled with the image of how he saw me. The vision was astonishing and my thoughts reeled. I gapped back at him as he rose from his seat to come around to me. His hands ran the length of my arms from shoulder to fingertips. Taking one hand in his, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it tenderly. He was proud of me. And he was in love.

"Comprendez vous?" He asked in a way that only I could hear.

"Yes." I replied in a voice husky with desire and wonder.

"Ot'ers see you dat way too. Dey're green wit' envy." He exulted. "But you're mine, cher. All mine." His smile, crooked lips curled up, almost, but not quite, smug, ensared me and made me believe in my own allure. I stood up straighter, yet more relaxed, feeling confident and attractive. The idea came to my mind that I would make everyone in that room jealous of Lord Remy. My face opened into a brilliant friendly expression. Remy laughed, delighted and squeezed my hand. Then he turned to face the gathering crowd, pulling me forward and summoning Alex to join us at the edge of the dais.

"My friends and loyal subjects," His voice lost all trace of his Cajun accent as it rose above the noise of his people, "I wish to present Scott and Alex Summers, my most treasured prizes. Their beauty and their power surpass any conquest I have made. They are perfection. Look on them with admiration. But be forewarned:" Remy's smile turned lethal, "I covet them as no other. Steal them at your own peril."

The crowd broke into a loud enthusiatic laughter. Everyone, it seemed, had heard the vows made by a few of the nobles who had seen us. No one would ever try to take us from Remy. That was a certainty.

Remy dropped our hands. "Remain here," He said to Alex and me. "Let them take pleasure in you. Deny no one and don't disappoint me." He left us then to mingle with his subjects.

For a long time we were merely watched. The guests came and went, standing for a few minutes to say something to a friend or companion about us. Several young ladies tried to catch my eye as they passed by giggling and covering their mouths with their hand. The older ladies merely smiled as they passed, throwing us distainful looks as if we'd stolen Remy away from them. The men laughed at each other's rude comments as they came up to us, pointing and sometimes grabbing their crotch with a leer. I ignored most of it, choosing instead to follow Remy's path through the crowd with my eyes.

After awhile, as the wine flowed freer and the crowd began to thin, some of the bolder aristocrats stepped up onto the dais to grope and stroke our naked flesh. Ladies pinched and prodded. A few demanded a kiss. The drunken lords caressed my ass unmercifully and several times a wet finger or three would work their way up inside me. I bore it as well as I could, standing stoically, occasionally biting the inside of my cheek from crying out. Fortunately, no one grabbed my cock. Occasionally someone would bump into it, sometimes purposefully, bringing tears to my eyes or a sharp yelp that escaped without warning. Everyone would laugh and taunt.

My brother wasn't quite so fortunate. A cock ring didn't cause the pain that the device did, and so he could be touched. He stayed hard, but there was always the chance that he'd lose control and spill his seed. I feared what would happen to him if he did. The people who mobbed him showed little mercy and seemed to see it as a challenge to get him to cum. Yet he remained in control. He kept his eyes focused somewhere to the back of the room, his face almost expressionless. "Come for me boy," was the favored chant. Others would clap and laugh their encouragement. His aloofness soon began to bore most of the crowd and eventually they left him alone. I wasn't so lucky.

Once in awhile they were able to get some rise out of me. I tried hard to be as impassive as Alex, but sometimes a shudder or a yelp of pain would make it past my lips. Sometimes it was a groan. What the crowd really loved, however, was to see me turn red. "He blushes as prettily as a girl." One man said with a nasty laugh.

"Yes," His companion agreed, "But I bet he sucks a cock as well as a whore." I flushed an even deeper red as they all laughed and jeered. Alex had been right. This audience could be brutal and ugly.

There were a few, however, whose touches were tender, and whose words were kinder. "If Remy ever auctioned you off, I'd sell all I had to have you." One darkly handsome lord whispered in my ear as he stroked soft fingers down the length of my spine. It was almost worse than a brush against my cock. Exquisitely painful pleasue shot right to my throbbing groin making me grunt. The lord smiled, knowing full well how responsive I was to his touch.

Others plied us with wine. I was grateful for this, although, most of the offerers insisted on lifting their goblets to my lips and then begged to taste the sweetness of my mouth. I was getting drunk. I'd had about two glasses of wine all in all. And when Remy appeared in front of me, I gave him a loopy smile and almost fell off the platfom as I reached out for him. Alex was there to rescue me again, grasping my shoulder in a vise-like grip and pulling me back. "Don't," He warned.

Remy's smile was tight-lipped. He didn't look too happy with my little demonstration. I was embarrassing him. On his arm hung a tall ravishing black-haired beauty. She had pale glowing skin and dark, dangerous eyes. Her face was beautiful, but had a manliness about it, an aggressive strength. I thought of Xena, the Warrior Princess and almost laughed out loud. But Alex's fingers still dug into my shoulder causing enough distracting pain to keep me from acting the fool.

"They're beautiful." She purred. So much for the Xena image. This woman used sex like a weapon. She exuded a lethal sensuality to get what ever she was after. And the way she clung to Remy, it was obvious she was after him. "You simply must share them with us."

Remy smiled up at Alex and me, his irritation seem to have vanished. He patted the woman's hand. "Oh no, chere, I'm not sharing dese two wit' anyone. Least not yet."

The woman pouted seductively. "Well, if you're not going to share, at least let us watch them. Surely you planned to have them couple for your own pleasure?"

"Of course, Vanessa." Remy turned a wicked smile onto his companion. "I haven't seen dem in action yet. But perhaps I'd like a private showing before I have dem perform in front of dis drunken crowd." I breathed a low sigh of relief and looked back at Alex. His nostrils were flaring as he kept his eyes across the room. He had dropped his hand from my shoulder and I saw his fingers flex as if he had to consciously keep them from balling into fists. He was in a rage. The idea of performing, I thought. But then it dawned on me that if Remy ordered us to fuck in front of this crowd, the promise to my brother would be fulfilled. He'd have me. Of course, this wasn't the way I imagined he'd want his promise fulfilled.

Vanessa sighed. "Certainly." Her lips pursed as if in thought. "Any Master of renown such as you would want to make sure the training was adequate. I'd hate to think that they'd fight your hand or that they couldn't perform." I glared at her, knowing she was trying to goad Remy into ordering us to put on a show by playing on his pride. She smiled sweetly back at the two of us.

Remy laughed. "Chere, you used to be less obvious." Her smile faltered for a moment.

Then she tittered. "I suppose I did. But when I gaze upon such handsome slaves, how can I resist wanting to see them together? And your training methods are beyond question." I could tell this was a blatant lie. She wanted to humiliate Alex and me. Embarrass us in front of Remy. Chisel down our involuntary influence on him, further building up her own standing in his eyes. But, I wondered hopefully, did Remy see through her?

"My slaves have never disappointed." Remy replied. Something in his tone told me he knew exactly what this woman was about. But to my horror, he was willing to play along. "Alex and Scott will perform if I tell dem to. Dey won't fight me." He was confidence personified. I closed my eyes feeling the nervousness stir the wine in my belly. I prayed I wouldn't be sick.

"Of course they will." Vanessa agreed. "You are a Master among masters, Lord Remy." The crowd that had remained long into the night of this party began to gather around the two, curiously listening in on their conversation. A feeling of anticipation was spreading over the onlookers and a few drunken comments were heard over the murmuring. "Let 'em do it!" "Let's see some action!"

"Vulgar, mon chere. Don't you t'ink?" Remy said to his companion. "Why would I want to share des beauties wit' people who won' appreciate dem?"

Vanessa thought for a moment. "As Patriarch, shouldn't you try to educate your people to appreciate beauty? Perhaps a demonstration of love would enlightened this thick-headed crowd."

Remy's laugh was heartfelt. He truely enjoyed this woman's wit. I swallowed. He was going to grant her request. "Only for you den, chere. Because you are already enlightened." Remy let go of her arm and stepped up to us. Alex was shaking his head. As Remy took one of his hands, he opened his mouth to speak. But Remy put a finger to his lips and then caressed his cheek. Alex visibly relaxed. But his face still bore an expression of betrayal.

Without speaking, Remy took Alex's hand and turned him to face me, lifting the hand for me to take. I sighed in resignation and entwined my fingers with Alex. "The show must go on." I said, quirking my lips up and my brother grinned. Remy smiled with affection.

"Show dem how good you are, mon petites." Then Remy held out his hand to Vanessa and led her to the throne. We watched him as he sat down and gestured for Vanessa to stand to his right. If she was irritated by being made to stand like one of the many onlookers, her expression didn't show it. However, I did see her grasp Remy's hand tighter, more possessively.

A few people began to clap politely, then a few cheers went up, and then the crowd became exuberant. This was going to be quite a sight. Two of Remy's favorites performing for their pleasure. I wondered how rare an event this was.

Remy waved the crowd to silence after a few minutes and said, "Begin."

Alex and I looked at each other, both of us uncertain how to start. This wasn't going to be much fun for me. Not with the device on my cock. But I had some hope that Remy would let Alex release it as he climaxed.

Tentatively, taking the initiative as a top, Alex brushed my lips with a soft exploring touch. You could have heard a pin drop. He took my hands and brought them around his waist pulling me near, but making sure my groin didn't bump up against him. Suddenly, as I opened my mouth to him, I began to snicker. My belly quivered has I tried to suppress the laugh. Alex pulled away, cocking his head and giving me a side-long glance.

"Sorry." I said, the laughter under control.

But as he ran a hand up the side of my abdomen, I snorted. Alex smiled at that. "That tickles." I snickered again. Alex chuckled. And then we were giving each other loopy grins, reminiscent of the time before the orphanage, the nights we spent making each other laugh when we were suppose to be asleep. The audience slowly began to join in the laughter.

"Quite the comedians." Vanessa spoke suddenly. My laughter faultered and I turned to glare at her. Remy cleared his throat.

"Bro..." Alex warned. His eyes were on Remy.

I grinned at my master then. "Sorry. Just nerves, I guess."

Remy narrowed his eyes, giving me that tight little smile that signified his disappointment. I dropped my head in sudden shame. But Alex lifted a hand to caress my cheek reassuringly. The affection and tenderness of his simple touch sent a ripple of arousal through me, growing and gathering momentum with every nerve ending it flew across. I leaned in for another kiss, still tentative, but growing bolder. The tip of Alex's tongue soothed my quivering lips. How could he be so calm? Even after Remy's betrayal.

His touch enticed me and I opened to his kiss, sucking the hot flesh of his tongue between my teeth. Lord, it was heaven. My brother, my lover. Have I mentioned what a fantastic kisser my brother is? Words can't describe. What was Lorna thinking when she told Alex she was staying in Genosha with Magneto? I began to wonder if we ever got away and back to our Earth, could I give this up? Could my life ever return to the way things were? I loved Jean. I missed her beyond words. But a need was growing in me, a desire I very soon wouldn't be able to deny. Alex's touch. Alex's kiss. As his fingers began to explore my skin, to rouse my nipples and cause the muscles of my taut abdomen to ripple, the room, the audience, and Remy faded from my thoughts. It was only Alex I felt. Only Alex I saw and heard and tasted. My cock twitched in pain, but it only added to the intensity of his touch.

Alex trailed his tongue across my cheek until he had my earlobe between his teeth, nipping at the soft drop of skin. I thrust my hips up automatically and gasped as cock met cock. A wash of pain surged through me, that melted into agonizing pleasure as Alex let go the earlobe and blew gently into my ear. Pain and pleasure. I never knew the two sensations could become one.

"Kneel down," Alex murmured, not an order. More an urgent suggestion. If I was aroused, it seemed my brother was doubly so. I slid slowly down to my knees, my fingertips grazing his skin as I fell. His hands rested lightly against my forearms to steady my progress. I thought I could feel every nerve I touched ripple upward toward the pleasure centers of his brain, looping back to his groin. His eyes were hooded with a lazy desire, yet held my gaze without effort.

I touched earth with a near jarring sensation that brought me crashing back into the reality of the room. It was quiet, but I heard breathless whispers and a smattering of delighted applause. We were a hit. And in spite of the scorching flush that sprang up once again over my face and shoulders, I couldn't...I wouldn't stop. I tore my eyes from Alex's face to focus on the erection less than an inch from my lips. Kissing the tip, I opened to the taste and drew him in. Humming and smiling, I feasted on something I suddenly realized I had missed and felt Alex shudder. Pavlov's dog. Pavlov's very happily aroused dog. He tasted as wonderful as I remembered from those few short weeks ago. My hunger was rising.

Very soon, Alex couldn't take the heat of my mouth, even restrained by the cock ring, and he pulled away. He was panting as he dropped down beside me. Unable to speak, his own face flushed with desire held in check, he touched my belly with the tips of the fingers of one hand and placed his other hand on the small of my back, guiding me over onto my hands and knees. His fingertips continued to caress my stomach for a long moment, causing me to arch my back cat-like and groan. Alex's fingers on my spine stroked lightly downward until he cupped one of my buttocks. I pushed back into the touch without thinking, remembering the night in the slave quarters when he came close to giving in to temptation. He had wanted only to allay my fears, he said, but I knew better. If I hadn't stopped him because of my fear he would have fucked me. Now he was going to get his chance and I wasn't afraid anymore. Just painfully aroused.

When Alex's hands left my body, I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, saddened by the loss. But it wasn't long before they were on me again, his fingers slick with lubricant someone had kindly supplied. I couldn't be certain, but I think Remy must have sent a servant to retrieve a bottle, and for that I was grateful. As a finger ran down my crack to enter me, I shivered and shamelessly wiggled my hips. It was astonishing how loose and relaxed I'd become, considering the small crowd that had gathered to watch. But this was Alex. I felt something for him that I felt for no other, not even Jean: a kinship, a blood connection stronger than even love. Jean might not always be my wife. Alex would always be my brother. We were bound by genetics that shaped us and familial ties that drove us. We were alike in so many ways that his touch was like a memory of something I'd never experienced before, yet knew so well.

Soon a second finger followed the first as he prepared me. But it wasn't long before Alex placed the head of his cock against my opening. I felt him hesitate and looked behind me. He had his eyes on Remy, a questioning expression on his face. Alex was asking permission. This angered me. Here Remy had ordered us to perform, commanded Alex to fuck me in front of these leering, jaded people and my brother still looked for allowance. I scowled, my emotions rollercoasting from ecstasy to disgust. But then Remy nodded and Alex released the cock ring around his erection and I realized he was only making sure it was okay to remove the ring.

Alex slid into me as the tiny chains attached to his discarded cock ring clinked against the smooth marble floor. In the face of my sudden anger, I almost wasn't prepared for him and gave a startled hiss at the intrusion. But then he was all the way in me, his torso stretched across my back, his hands roaming my upper body, and his lips trailing down the nape of my neck. The rollercoaster began to ascend back up to heaven.

Alex took me slow and easy at first, long smooth thrusts. I hadn't expected him to show so much control. I was sure he'd spew inside me the moment I entered. But he merely throbbed against the inner tissue, drawing out until just the head was left inside and then driving back in with one fluid stroke. The angle he positioned himself in allowed him to hit my prostate often, driving me to the brink again and again. But I couldn't cum. The device around my own cock wouldn't let me. And when I looked at Remy, begging for release with my eyes, he shook his head. Tears of frustration sprang to my eyes, but I couldn't disobey him.

Even Alex turned to look at Remy as if to plead my case. Our master was adamant. I would not be allowed to climax in front of these people. I dropped my head, biting my lip in resentment. Alex resumed his rhythm, increasing the pace. His touch became cruel at times, his fingers brushing up against my painfully unfulfilled cock purposefully once he discovered that I'd clinch the muscles of my ass tightly everytime he did this, driving him wild.

I was becoming a bundle of raw, exposed nerves. There was pleasure and there was agony. My need was thrown to the wayside for entertainment. It was torture, plain and simple, as painful and humiliating as a public flogging. And the crowd loved it. I couldn't supress the sobs that ripped from my throat whenever Alex drove into me particularly hard. My breath came in gulps. The wonderful sensations of minutes ago had now turned to torment, the pain more acute, overwhelming the pleasure and I only sought an end. I pushed back roughly against my brother, impaling myself harder and harder on his cock, trying to force him over the edge. The audience was getting louder, more excited, shouting their lewd encouragements. Alex was relentless and insatiable. I thought he was going to keep this up for hours.

My ass became sore, and my body ached from the strain and tension of the situation. It was worse than the whipping. But when I was certain I wouldn't be able to take much more, ready to pull away from Alex and run, he reached up under my arms and forced me into his lap, slamming as deep into me as he could go, my body bouncing over and over upon his pole. Then his groan of pleasure echoed in my brain as he released his seed far up inside my bowels.

The crowd roared. I let out a long exhale in relief, dropping my head back against my brother's shoulder. He wrapped his sweat-soaked arms tightly around me, sucking on my hot wet skin and cooing gentle endearments to sooth away the tears that ran down my face.

"Scott...it's okay...it's good, God it's good. I'm sorry...you're so tight, so sweet. Ah...I could stay like this forever." And on and on he whispered breathlessly until the throbbing of my angry erection began to ease and my tears subsided.

Remy was watching us intently. I thought he almost looked angry. His eyes were narrowed and his lips drawn tight. He had his right cheek resting on two knuckles, his elbow pressed into the arm rest of the throne. And when Vanessa placed a delicate hand on his shoulder, he shrugged it off. I gave them both a lazy wicked smile. *They're jealous,* I imagined, relishing the fantasy. Remy was jealous of Alex and Vanessa was jealous of the both of us.

Suddenly Remy stood up, silencing the cheering and drunken shouts of the crowd. He smiled brilliantly, the smile of a legend born, and strode to us with a wave of his hand. An attendant pushed his way through the onlookers to reach Remy just as he came to a halt beside us. In the servant's hand were the two gold leashes that had been discarded sometime earlier in the night. He handed them to our master and stepped away. After snapping them in place he coaxed me, surprisingly gently, to my feet. It was an effort to pull myself up off Alex to my knees and then rise to stand. When I'd managed it, sharp needling sensations ran through my calves making me wince. Remy held out a graceful hand and I took it gratefully, steadying myself.

Alex, too, stood with some discomfort, retrieving the cock ring as he rose. We took our places on either side of Remy and a few steps respectfully behind. When we were situated, Remy addressed his subjects.

"I thank you all for coming to this grand event. My boys thank you also for your attendance and admiration. As you can see, it is richly deserved." There was a burst of laughter from the people. As it died down, Remy continued in a light, friendly tone. "But of course I can see that my boys are tired and as a conscientious master should, I must put them to bed." Another twitter from the audience. "And so we shall retire. All are welcome to remain and enjoy my hospitality. If you are tired or have a long journey home and would like a room to rest in before you leave, please ask the attendants. They will be more than happy to serve you in whatever capacity you desire." I couldn't see Remy's face, but I was certain he had winked. Hands came up among the women in the audience to cover giggles and smiles. The men chortled. The attendants must have been slaves. "I bid you good night."

With that, Remy stepped forward as the crowd parted and led us up the stairs.