I was dozing fitfully when Alex returned. The click of the lock must have woken me because I looked up startled and groggy to see him walking towards me with sleek predatory grace. My brother is a very beautiful man, so I've been told. Blonde hair (which had always looked strawberry to me due to the ruby quartz glasses);  light brown eyes, that Jean described as golden; a
well proportioned athletic body with smooth bronze skin; And very well endowed, longer than mine, but not quite as thick. A long time ago, when Alex had first come to live at the mansion, Jean mentioned to me how handsome she thought he was. She described his look as the classic American male beauty, the boy next door look. Like me, Alex had been very thin as a child. But through rigorous exercise and hero training he'd filled out nicely. I never really appreciated how he looked. He was just Alex, my kid brother. But on that second day of training everything changed as I watched him approach, hips swaying in a powerful masculine saunter, slow and seductive. His shoulders dipped slightly as he moved with extraordinary confidence for a
man held against his will as a sex slave. I was intensely aware of his nakedness as he entered the room that time. He was so casual about it, not appearing at all embarrassed. Pleasure slaves, I soon learned, were rarely permitted clothing. Remy, himself, never wanted his Summers boys, as he so cheerfully called us, clothed. Our beauty was to be always on display. I imagine Alex simply got use to the fact. My own nakedness would have certainly been a source of shame for me at that time if my thoughts and emotions hadn't been shoved aside by the constant painful throb between my legs.

This should have embarrassed him, his lack of clothing. Alex had been a modest man. I'd rarely ever seen him in the nude. But again, I never really paid attention to whether or not he had on clothes. And this overtly masculine environment I sensed should have created an eternal blush on his face. Like me, Alex was staunchly heterosexual. He loved Lorna as much as I loved Jean. And as far as I was aware there had been few other lovers in his life, including my long dead wife, Madeline Pryor. Certainly no men. Alex would have told me. I was sure of this. He could have told me anything. I wasn't prejudice against gay men or their lifestyle. That would have been mighty hypocritical on my part, being part of a reviled minority myself. At least I thought he could have told me anything. But as he came toward me, ready to force his way past my lips, doubts began to creep into my head about our relationship. So many people, Jean included, had  mentioned many times how he felt about me. *Alex is so unsure of himself when he's in your presence * they'd say. Or *Alex looks up to you, Scott. He admires you so.

You can't do anything wrong as far as he's concerned. But he thinks he lives in your shadow, like he can never be good enough*. He admired me, the rigid X-Men boy-scout, by the book Scotty, always in control. Of course he was mostly wrong. I did add here to my convictions rather strongly. But I never felt in control. I was always waiting for our lives or events and crises to spiral downward into chaos. Looking back on it, I guess he and I never really talked much about our darker fears and inner demons. Perhaps he envied me. If he did, he never showed it. Or I just never paid attention. And at that moment, as he came closer ready to 'feed' me once again, I began to wonder about his motives. In spite of the remorse he so clearly presented, I began to ask myself was there a part of Alex who enjoyed having this control over me? The answer came soon enough.

I eyed his approach warily, doubtfully, and yet with a dawning sense of attraction. His chest fairly rippled as he advanced, the shining conqueror, Apollo, the sun god. Broad and chiseled, his pectorals were lightly clothed in fine golden hair. His nipples perfectly round and rosy. The visor had for once rung true. I could suddenly picture myself running my hands across that
wide expanse sucking and teasing the pink buds erect while he moaned. His arms were powerful and tight. Barely an ounce of fat, his muscles lean and angled. So well defined and masculine. His long lovely hands that could caress me into painful agony held two thin round pillows and a roll of tape. I had to puzzle at that for a moment, before they were swung away to his side
as he neared and I looked in admiration and pure lust at his washboard stomach, cut perfectly with a small line of golden down that ended and merged with his light brown pubic hair. And between his legs the source of my torment and training hung semi erect as if in anticipation of mastering me once again. I swear my mouth tried to water then as I watched it jangle heavy
against his thighs while he walked, thinking about the warm thick pre-cum that might slide across my tongue, moistening it like a fine wine. I realized I wanted it, needed it, my thirst never slaked, and I blushed furiously.

As Alex got closer, his brows furrowed and his lips twitched in a curious smile. He'd caught me eyeing his prick, while my face reddened. It wasn't quite a triumphant grin. Just a knowing one. He could see that I was weakening, wanting him in my mouth like a parched man crawling out of the desert. I tried desperately to swallow over the bit and looked away in shame and disgust.

Without speaking, he went behind me. One of the pillows he carried was positioned directly behind my head and taped in place. "Just a precaution."

He explained. "I have to be sure you won't injure yourself."

Bending down he touched the middle of my lower back, just above the dimpled hips, lightly scrapping the flesh with a nail. It was like a tease of relief to an itch I couldn't reach, and I shivered all along my spine. Warmth flooded through my body. He then instructed me to lift my hips as high as I could and slid the other pillow under my rear. But when I sat back, I fell into his open waiting hands. Underneath, his fingers began to massage my buttocks firmly. I let out a long low sigh as the rawness of sitting in one position eased. His hands were magic after my long ordeal and I couldn't help wriggling in pleasure like a fish on a hook. However, I tensed immediately when one of his fingers ran down along my crack to circle my anus. In fear, fully expecting him to insert it, I tightened my cheeks over his hand, trying hard to keep him out. He only teased though, drawing the finger in a circular motion around the sensitive skin, then trailing down further to a spot just below my testicles. He paused there for a moment, then pressed down forcefully, rubbing fleetingly across the hollow. I roared against the bit and bucked wildly as blood rushed into every nerve ending in my engorged cock. Alex chuckled at my discomfort.

"What? Jean's never touched you there before?"

I winced, working hard to catch my breath as he withdrew his hands from beneath me. Then his arms came around the upper part of my belly and he leaned in stretching as much of his torso against me as he could. His hardening member stood straight up along my spine and soon I began to hyperventilate with sharp spurious gasps, my stomach rising and falling, lungs never filling enough.

"Breathe." Alex ordered as one of his hands dropped down to pluck gently at my pubic hair. My shaft jerked in painful pleasure. I tried hard to concentrate. Tried to breath normally, but I was exploding inside, one extreme bundle of nerves. I was raw and ecstatic all at once. I wanted to cum so badly, I drew in a sharp breath of hope when one of his fingers tattooed a
quick rhythm on the ring trapping my prick. As if realizing my misplaced hope, Alex quickly moved his finger back up to again play with my hair and stroke my belly.

Resting his head lightly on the outward curve of my spine, after placing a soft kiss to draw out a shudder from me, he said, "You know, he's going to let me have you back here after he's stretched you well and taken his fill. He's said as much when he told me he was going to bring you here. He wants to watch me cum deep inside you. It was one of the reasons he took you. You're going to be my slave as much as I'm his." Ah. Now his motives were clear. Alex wanted to be free to control me. And in this place all inhibitions were gone. Truth was on display as bright as the sun and I groaned.

I felt him smile into my back. "I won't hurt you, Scotty. I couldn't. I just want to get up there. I know it's wrong, but it's the one thing that's kept me sane in this place. I promise you'll love it. Every touch." His fingers reached up to tug my nipples playfully. "And every kiss." His mouth ran softly across my back. I let my head droop then and my eyes closed in exhausted desire.
I must have dozed off for a moment, because he was standing in front of me the next time I was consciously aware. Cupping my chin he lifted my face and said, "Time for lunch."