As soon as the doctor left Alex turned back to look at me. In his eyes I saw an intense sadness and pity. I had to look away. But he bent down in front of me and lifted my chin. I shut my eyes tightly. I didn't want to look at him. Humiliation burned in me, and he was the flame. By now I was well aware of how this would play out. I understood what he was planning to do and the shame radiated on my face. His fingers ran through my hair, but he remained silent. I knew he didn't want to do this anymore than I wanted it done. I still believed at that point that we could both get out of this situation. That it wasn't hopeless. A long time past between us silently. Finally I opened my eyes.

"'hy?" I nearly sobbed.

"Why?" Alex repeated. He spoke gently, caressing my face with a feather touch. "I've told you why, Scott. And I've told you this doesn't have to be this hard."

I shook my head. "Ah cann'" I struggled to say.

"Yes you can. You can, Scott." He murmured almost convincingly. "You already have." He finished, acknowledging what I'd done. "Just let it all go. Stop fighting."

I shook my head again.

Now he was angry and his fingers dug into my jaw. "Damn it, Scott! Don't be so bull-headed! You can't win!"

I couldn't stop shaking my head. I couldn't believe that Remy would win. I refused. And so I would spend another day bound in this position. My mouth could no longer close against his intrusion. Tears began to fall. The liter of fluid was restoring my body, and the tears could not be stopped. I closed my eyes again still shaking my head. And Alex kissed away the tears tenderly. I did not doubt he loved me. But I thought at that moment, he was just weak. I realized later, I was just as weak.

When my last tear was shed, Alex stood up and went behind me. A door I hadn't noticed opened and shut. A minute later he was back in front of me holding what looked like a small parcel with clear plastic wrapping covering a white paper box. I groaned and told him no, shaking my head more vigorously than ever.

His eyes had gone cold again, almost clinical. "I've got to. Your bladder's full by now. It could make you physically ill if I let it go much longer. Remy wouldn't be pleased if you got sick."

He knelt down and opened the plastic, removing the white paper parcel from inside. Opening the kit, he donned the sterile gloves and ignoring my hiss of pain, grabbed my penis and held it firmly, coating the meatus with betadine. Then he picked up a thin red rubber catheter, covered it in a clear gel, and eased into the opening. I tried to shift away. I screamed at him through the bit in my mouth, cursing at him with garbled words, twisting my hips as best I could to stop him. But there was so little I could do. I could barely move in my postition. He kept his head bent over my groin, refusing to look at me, just continued sliding that tube deep into my erection until it hit my bladder. As the urine began to drain, he removed his hand from my member and the intensity of the throbbing lessened. He'd dropped the end of the rubber catheter into the small rectangular container it had come in and let my urine flow freely. My screams had ceased by that time as I felt the release of my bladder. I can't begin to describe the relief I felt at that moment. I shuddered with delight and exhaled with a low moan.

Alex smiled and looked at me, patting my abdomen, then rubbing my belly in circles. "Feeling better?" His voice was cheerful and warm. I nodded, my eyes still closed. But then I was empty and in one swift motion he withdrew the catheter. It wasn't quite as painful coming out as it had been going in, so I only winced. When I opened my eyes, Alex had gone back around me to that door I hadn't been aware of, taking my waste with him. My head drooped in exhaustion. But he wouldn't let me sleep. Not yet.

"We'll have to do that at least every six hours." He said to me as he bent down in front of me again. "And I'll be..." It was difficult for him to say it and I raised my eyes in contempt. I would not make this easy for him. He tried to keep his voice level as he spoke, but the swiftness of his tone revealed his anxiety. It seemed to me that he really didn't want to do this. "I'll be feeding you at regular intervals." As if to bring me some small comfort he added, "No one else, Scott. Just me. I won't let anyone else...do this." He couldn't bring himself to say the foul words, but I knew what he meant. No one else would be allowed to cum in my mouth. At least not this week.

Then he began to kiss my body, sucking in a nipple and making it pebble hard. His tongue worked magic across my chest and down around my groin. His hands ran along the side of me causing a shiver. I suppressed a moan as he went down along my right thigh with his mouth. But with a will of their own, my hips thrust up as far as they could. Gently he grasped my testicles and rolled them over his fingers, still licking and nipping at my inner thigh. I thought about who he was. *This is my brother doing this to me* Hoping the thought would be like a bucket of ice water tossed over my groin. But it only aroused me further. Then I tried to think about the fact that a man was making love to me. That I had had a cock in my mouth and sperm shot down my throat. No good. My eyes opened wide as I felt that horrible need to explode, to release. And I couldn't. In fury I tossed my head back against the wooden plank, banging it again and again, hoping I'd hit it so hard I'd pass out. Alex looked up from my thigh. Then he stood up and grabbed my head in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. In my periphery I could see his hardening penis and understood immediately that he'd been playing with my body to arouse himself.

"Stop it!" He ordered. "I'll only put padding there so you won't hurt yourself." I stopped. There was no point. He had an answer for everything. Letting go of my head, he began to masturbate himself, stoking his cock over and over. I became fascinated by the movement of his hands. I just couldn't deny the eroticism in that motion. His long fingers curled around the organ sliding up and over the head, and then back down to the base. Veins pulsed up from the back of his hands. I saw his belly quivering just slightly as he kneeded and pulled and worked himself up. He began to thrust his hips, the tip of his cock coming closer and closer to my mouth, and when I saw the pre-cum begin to ooze from the head, I couldn't keep from trying to lick my lips. But as my tongue came out of my mouth it hit the tip of his cock as he was thrusting forward.

I could feel Alex looking down at me just then. I kept my eyes downcast, but I imagined his eyes hooded with lust. I sensed him wanting to force his way in, but in kindness, he only pushed in an inch or so. And I was lost as his moisture flowed over my tongue. As before, I lapped vigorously, trying to get every drop, until he couldn't contain himself and pushed forward deeper and deeper. As he had encouraged me to do, I forced a yawn from my throat to open myself wide to receive him. I didn't gag quite as much, but when his belly pressed into my nose and his balls began banging lightly against my chin, Alex lost control. He came immediately and I choked. My throat tightened around his dick and I panicked, trying to pull away. But his hands clamped down on my head holding me in position. "Stop panicking and breathe." He said through gritted teeth. I was amazed that he could speak. His hips rocked forward as he emptied himself in me, shuddering and spasming as squirt after squirt shot down my throat. I made every effort to concentrate, but I could feel the retching begin, his semen shooting up into my nose as I choked on his prick. He refused to pull out. I thought he was being cruel. Finally, he softened in my mouth and I took a deep long breathe.

He came out of my mouth slowly, dragging his limp member across my tongue as if to wipe it clean. I began to retch again and again after he'd taken himself out. As I tried to control my heaves, believing my vomiting him out would only cause further humiliation, Alex spoke harshly. "You have to try not to panic. When Remy wants a blowjob, he wants full control of your mouth. You saw how I couldn't put my hands on him. It's a power thing. Occasionally, if he finds you pleasing, he'll let you control the rhythm. But that doesn't happen often, so you have to be ready to meet his pace, whether he cums quickly, or takes his time. The only way to do that is if you don't panic."

His voice softened then as he said, "Don't worry, Scott. I'll get you through this. I'll show you how it's done. And I'll be a lot kinder to you than he was to me." I coughed and looked up at him in surprise. He hadn't meant to be cruel. He was just trying to prepare me for what was to come. But he was getting to his feet, about to leave and his eyes were fixed on the door. When he looked back at me, my eyes were once more focused on the floor, my head hung in depression.

"I'll be back in an hour or so. Today you'll be..." He hesitated and I could almost sense his distaste at the reference. "...fed pretty frequently. I don't have time to go easy on you. Remy took that luxury with me. I can't with you." He paused seemingly unsure of what to say next. "You'll get use to it, I promise. I know a lot of my own resistance came from being forced to service a man. If it had been a woman, well, I might not have fought so hard." Alex bent down once more to look at me. "It's hard to accept. I know. I've been there. But tomorrow it'll be a little easier. Then the day after that even easier." My hands balled into fists. I wanted to shut my ears.

"Tonight I'll send men to entertain your mind. Get you use to the idea. It's all a matter of desensitization." Then his voice rang with a hint of enthusiasm as he said, "It's not all bad." I saw his eyes glaze as he got lost in a memory. Then they focused again on my face. "Some of the sex is amazing. Remy's as good as he boasts. Better, actually, when he takes his time. When he doesn't just see you as an object he owns. Sometimes he seems almost in love when he takes you. It's pretty potent, believe me. I use to think it was his power to charm. But now I know it's his ability. He likes a willing man. He told me once he liked the challenge of molding a man into a pleasure slave. And using his power took away the challenge."

I wanted to talk to him then, free of this obstacle that encumbered my speech. I wanted to know how he'd been broken. I wanted to know how he could just accept his fate like this. And I wanted to know how my first night in Remy's bed would be. Slowly, I was beginning to understand the futility of my situation. Not completely, but I was starting to realize I wouldn't get away before that night. However, I couldn't speak clearly with the bit in my mouth. So I just starred at him. Not in anger, but not in acceptance either. He seemed to sense I wanted to speak because he shook his head slowly, saying, "Maybe tomorrow I'll take it out. If you're willing. Today, it'll be easier for you to get use to the cum without retching if you're wearing a bit."

He stood once again, this time looking at the fluid bag hanging above me. It was empty. He clamped it and removed the tubing from the IV. On the table nearest me the doctor had left some syringes filled with flush. Alex took one and flushed the vein, making certain it wouldn't clot off. It was a minor mercy. The doctor could have easily inserted another IV, but Alex was showing me some kindness. At least I looked at it that way. He said nothing as he bent to his task. Then he got up and walked over to the door. He looked back at me once, before he left and said with little emotion, "In an hour, Scott. I'll be back in an hour."

I sat there with his taste in my mouth shivering. I was nearing my threshold of pain. Emotional, as well as physical. This couldn't go on, and yet I couldn't stop it. I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. And my mind was telling me over and over to give in. Take him, suck him dry and get released from this painful ring. Soon I was sobbing quietly in desolation as I realized Alex wasn't going to take the bit out today. And he wasn't going to let me ejaculate for a good long while.