I lost track of the number of times Alex returned to 'feed' me his cum. Pretty astounded that he could get it up every time, I wondered how he accomplished the feat, (Did it have something to do with genetics. I was pretty virile in the sack myself. But not that able.) until I noticed how his eyes shifted out of focus once, before he'd even laid a hand on me. Stimulants? Enhancement drugs? Some powerful narcotic developed in this bizarre world of sexual slaves and obvious hedonism? Something that would allow a man to orgasm to his heart's content. Never having been much of a drinker, let alone a drug user, I prayed Remy wouldn't demand its use by me.

When he left me alone I'd sleep restlessly, dreaming of Jean. Being far away in an alternate universe with an inhibitor collar securely around my neck I couldn't feel her rapport and dearly missed it. Every waking moment I thought about her, unless Alex was in the room forcing his way down my throat. Then I would push any thoughts of her out of my mind. I refused to associate any hint of her memory in my mind with this face rape. I feared that if I did, if her name sprang to mind while I choked on Alex's cock, he'd have me. I'd given in. The fantasy would be too great. Like Pavlov's dog I'd salivate at the thought of blowing a man.

Mercifully, after that first forced 'feeding', Alex never mentioned her name. I'm fairly certain he thought about it. Especially after he told me I'd be his slave. Yet Alex was never malicious, or spiteful, or cruel. Even during his time leading the Brotherhood when he almost let me die. Falling out of a plane, thousands of miles above the ocean, we'd been punching and kicking each other, arguing, when suddenly he teleported away. He told me later that he'd seen Storm chasing after us. If he hadn't noticed her, he explained, he would have taken me with him. Alex had just been playing his role for all he was worth. And this one act of seeming cruelty and attempted murder had cemented a trusting alliance with the Dark Beast. It furthered his aim to eventually rescue all those people being horribly experimented on by that vile alter-ego of Henry McCoy. This place and his acceptance didn't change that fact. So he never mentioned her. Just like he never mentioned Lorna.

Eventually, toward the end of that long day, I was able to swallow his semen without retching. I'd been slowly, reluctantly following his instructions without success. I just couldn't help the gagging. He kept changing positions in my mouth, sometimes cumming deep in my throat, sometimes part way down and sometimes in my mouth. He explained this was to teach me to be ready to swallow at anytime. Very few masters wanted a slave who retched after giving head. Quite an ego deflator. I didn't think I'd ever be able not to, so I was just as surprised as he was when he ejaculated close to the back of my throat and I didn't heave. The thick creamy fluid slid down my esophagus and I gulped as well as I could. I prepared for the immediate rolling of my stomach, but as he pulled out his limp organ it never happened. I turned my eyes up to look at his face and he broke out in a bright warm grin. He'd been expecting the retching as much as I had.

Patting my head in a brotherly fashion he exclaimed, "You did it!" There was undeniable pride in his voice and I winced. What a thing to be proud of. "Good boy." He added curling his fingers softly in my hair. "I knew you could." And then oddly enough my lips twitched up around the bit in a contorted smile as if I was so very grateful for my owner's praise.

Alex looked at me for a long moment, thinking hard as his fingers stroked his chin. Then he said, "I think you deserve a break." My eyes widened and I tried to broaden my smile. I dearly hoped this meant getting out of this contraption. My legs had gone numb. My feet tingled as if someone were tapping them with tiny sharp needles. I had a dull annoying ache in my back from bending over slightly for so long. And my head pounded. The edge of the wood plank from the hole my head went through pushed the collar up tautly causing it to cut into my chin and the base of my skull. That time I'd banged it against the board had brought on a throbbing headache that never dulled. Despite the pillow underneath my rear felt tender and raw. My arms felt heavy and bruised as they hung from their fetters. The IV in my hand had begun to sear as I'd twisted and flexed the appendage trying to work out the dead pain. In short I was in continuous agony. A body's not meant to stay in one place for that long.

Alex called for the guards and three came swiftly to his side. "Go get Bert and Ernie."

I could see a closed-lip smirk form on his face and after the guards had gone he turned smiling down at me. "One of Remy's jokes. He never got to see Sesame Street as a child, and heard some theory on one of those ridiculously funny morning radio shows that spouted Bert and Ernie were gay." I made a feeble attempt to snort at this. " But then Alex's shoulders slumped a bit and his smile faded. "He names all his slaves after he buys them. At least the pleasure ones. He's got other slaves named after most of the X-men. I don't think it's meant as a joke. But none of them have our names, as far as I know. We get to keep ours. He likes that idea.

He went silent after that, just leaning back against the stocks to wait. I started fidgeting, hoping he would say something else, wanting him to talk to me. But he seemed lost in his own thoughts and I could hardly make much of a sound by then. My throat was so dry and it was a chore to attempt.

When "Bert" and "Ernie" arrived with their escort, Alex stood up and walked over to meet them. He spoke in a low voice which I couldn't hear and waved his hand at me. One of the guards stepped over to him then and handed Alex the little black control box for my collar. I recognized it immediately and cringed.

"Look," he began as he finished talking to the two young slaves and came back over to me. "I'm going to let you out of the stocks. If you make any attempt to injure the guards or get away I'll activate the collar."

In answer I made some sort of derisive grunt. Like I'd even be able to walk once they let me loose, let alone try to escape.

One of the guards unlocked the padlock while another went around behind me. When the upper portion of the stocks was raised I fell back into the arms of the guard waiting behind me, stiff and hardly able to move my arms. The young slaves released the leather straps around my legs and I was dragged out from under the apparatus. Alex bent down next to me and laid a hand on my stomach. "The bit stays in and the ring stays on." I shook my head as much as I could in vigorous protest but he wouldn't relent. "I can't trust you yet."

Standing up, Alex motioned to the guards and they dragged me over to an odd looking massueses table. It was a long vinyl cushion, soft and pliable, with a hole cut just below the middle and at the top. I was lifted up and lowered onto the table. My face went down into the top hole and my penis and testicles, thankfully, hung down into the other hole. I sighed in relief.

Then Bert and Ernie went to work. They kneaded and pulled, rubbed and vigorously stroked my muscles back to life. I was in heaven and hell as joints popped and cracked. Circulation was restored to normal and the blood flowed back past nerve endings bringing them sharply back to life. I tried to relax at first and calm myself as they tugged and massaged my limbs, but I couldn't control the shaking. It was almost unbearable. Finally the stinging sensations of my raw nerves began to ease and I swam into bliss. One of the slaves bent over my back and placed the heel of his hand over my spine pushing down firmly to pop the vertebrae back into alignment. The other took a foot pressing hard into the fleshy bottom driving a fantastic warm sensation up my side. It was delicious. Very soon after I was asleep and then abruptly it was over as the guards raised me roughly to my feet. I swayed unsteadily in their arms for several minutes, my eyes closed as I luxuriated in the joy of standing unconfined.

I was walked around the room by the guards, slowly at first to ease me back into the movement. When I was able to walk normally without assistance, Alex came over. He'd been standing by the door, silent and watching, little emotion on his face. Each time I looked at him, I wondered what he was thinking. But when he grew silent and calm like that I was never able to read him.

He had grabbed a six-foot chain off one of the tables nearby and now snapped it to one end of my collar. "Come on Scott." He said cheerily. "I'll show you around."