Alex and I toured the palace at a leisurely pace, with him occasionally tugging at the leash. It wasn't easy walking with my dick engorged and my mouth held open. But Alex left my arms free, telling me as he clutched the control box that if I put my hands anywhere near the devices he'd use the box. So I ignored the throb, the dryness in my throat and the itch underneath my collar, and tried to focus on what he was saying.

Remy was in charge of the country. Not actually a king. He was called a patriarch or elder. And he was loved by the people of this land. Of course he was wealthy and he owned a good deal of slaves, workers and pleasurers. Alex knew the country was at peace and thriving, but little more. The race of people living here were human, and I assumed we were on earth, but Alex
explained that he and I were referred to as 'earthers'. He wasn't quite sure why. Remy hadn't told him much and none of the other slaves would tell him what he wanted to know. The guards wouldn't say anything to him. And all were more than a little in awe of him. Remy told Alex he was very special because of his mutant abilities. All earth mutants were gifts of the gods, and were only allowed to be taken as pleasure slaves.

"I was a mistake." Alex had led us into a large meeting room that was essentially a throne room. A small unadorned chair stood at the end of a raised dais. In the middle of the room was a large oval table for the council members.
"The retrieval units were on the "hunt" for a young blonde male mutant from our universe to present as a gift to a visiting patriarch. Coincidentally the mutant they were hunting for happened to be in the same government building I was in. He was younger. I have no idea what his mutant power was. But we were the same build and blonde. The only real difference
were our eyes. His were blue." Alex glanced at me as I nodded. He had light brown eyes. "I'd just come from a meeting with Forge." I kept my eyes on him, understanding what he was saying. Forge and he had been trying to restart X-Factor, the US government liaison group of mutants to the public. It hadn't been going well. Hatred toward mutants was on the rise. No one in the government wanted to be associated with any mutant for fear it'd ruin their career. Forge had been the one to call me, to tell me Alex had disappeared and his car had been found in the parking lot.

"On my way to my car they appeared. Before I could say anything they'd locked onto my mutagenic signature and brought me down hard, snapping this collar into place." Alex fingered the edge of his collar absently and looked toward the throne. "Then we were here, in the palace, in the portal room." Dropping his hand he looked back at me. "Most of the wealthy buy their 'earthers' through a service. Remy has his own portal and retrieval units. Usually they're more accurate. Much better hunters. This was a rare mistake. They'd locked onto to the wrong mutagenic signature and unfortunately we looked pretty much alike."

He closed his eyes and let out a low tired exhale. "I was dazed when then brought me through, like you. And I tried to fight, but I was too weak and too overpowered. They had my hands cuffed behind me and stripped me in moments. Then they led me here. I couldn't make any sense of it and when I saw Remy sitting on that chair in some semblance of authority I felt relieved. I was sure it was some weird mistake. And it was. Only it didn't help me." Alex looked so tired then, so lonely and sad, I almost stepped over to put my arms around him. But he turned away suddenly as if anticipating my actions and wanting no part in them. No pity, no empathy either.
"Remy was surprised when he saw me. He came over to me immediately, said my name and something to himself in Cajun. Then he put his arms around me, kissed my cheek and told me how sorry he was I had gotten mixed up in his plans. He gestured to the guards and started reprimanding them. One of the retrieval units said, "One 'earther' mutant's just as good as another." Then he shoved me hard down to my knees. Remy hit him violently with one of his charged cards and said I was not just any mutant, I was an X-man and a Summers. Then he ordered the units to go after the right person this time. They left me alone with him, on my knees, naked with my hands still cuffed behind my back."

"After they'd gone, he pulled me up to my feet. I asked him to take the cuffs off and to tell me what the hell was going on. "Of course, mon ami." He said. But then as he went to release the cuffs this odd look came into his eyes and he smiled up at me. Then he stood back and stroked my cheek saying something in French or Cajun. I wasn't sure. But I understood what he said next very clearly. "What a prize, eh?" I flinched my head away and stepped back."

Alex had moved over to the oval table. He stopped talking for a moment and I could almost feel the rage and frustration radiating out of him. Suddenly he slammed a fist down on the table. "What a prize! I asked him what the hell he meant by that and demanded he take off the cuffs. I was an X-man and one of his teammates for God's sake! He just smiled that infuriating smile of his and told me exactly what he meant. After seeing me naked and collared and cuffed in front of him, he just couldn't possibly let me go. Of course I was too good for any other patriarch. Remy wanted me for himself. He asked me straight out if I'd ever had sex with another man." Alex whipped around and looked over at me. "I swear, Scott," he continued, his voice a controlled rage, "if I'd had my hands free I would have killed him." I nodded in understanding. "All I could do was step back away from him. Remy laughed and said "I'll take that as a no". He came toward me still smiling as I continued to back away. But then he used that damn power of his and stopped me in my tracks. Before I knew it I was kissing him." Alex closed his eyes and swallowed. "And he was...he...shit! He was stroking my cock. I've never felt anything that intense in my life! I couldn't help but respond. He had me cumming hard in minutes. And right after he withdrew his power. I knew what he had done. I knew how I had responded and I cursed him then. Called him every name in the book! He just kept smiling until I stopped screaming. Then he called the guards."
Rubbing his forehead and then running his fingers through his hair, Alex was silent for a few minutes. Still unable to really say anything that could be understood through the bit in my mouth, I merely watched him, waiting for him to go on. But he just stepped toward me, took my leash and said, "Come on. I want to show you something."

We walked in silence out of the throne room and down a maze of hallways and stairs. I tried to concentrate on where he was taking me. I wanted to get a feel for the lay out of this place, in case I ever had a chance to escape. My mind was working in overtime. I was a strategist and an analyzer. I had a good sense of direction too. But there were too many halls and too many
stairs for me to form a good picture of the palace. And with the throbbing in my groin, I could scarcely focus on memorizing anything.
Finally we stopped outside an elaborately carved wooden door. It was an image of an orgy. All men, all touching one another, kissing and pleasuring one another. Beautiful images of men set in a dark oak. I could almost appreciate its beauty, had the subject not been so repulsive to me.
Alex knocked once on the door and a young naked man opened it immediately. I was ushered into another long dim corridor. Tapestries hung on the walls. Again the pictures reflected erotic homosexual themes. Alex led me down the hallway. At the end there was a spiral staircase going down. He pulled me quickly down the stairs. As I reached the bottom step I looked up to see a large plush cell. There was an opening in front of us with blue electric lights streaming from one side to the other. The room was elaborately decorated. I could see a large four poster bed with a canopy directly across from the door. Dark maroon and navy blue drapes hung from the canopy. A beautiful Persian rug lay in front of it. All around the room were candle holders with colorful scented candles lit in each. The room was bathed in an eerily seductive light.

Alex went over to the door and looked in. I noticed his free hand clenching and unclenching into and out of a fist. Someone stirred behind the curtains and peeped through. It was a young male slave, maybe 20. "He's here for training. Another gift for another patriarch." Alex said to me. I looked at the slave in fascination. On his collar I could see a chain that drooped back
into the curtains. "He's a difficult one." Alex continued. "A fighter. He'll probably need to go through the same training you're going through to break him." I continued to stare into the cell as Alex spoke. I couldn't look at him just then. What he said tore at my emotions. Another man having to endure this torment. I wanted to deck my brother then. My hands even balled into
fists. But I held my anger in check. This wasn't Alex's fault. It was Remy who needed to suffer. It was Remy who I really wanted to pound at that moment. And Alex held the control box to my collar. Despite his focus on the slave in the cell, he was well aware of my every movement. I'd go down before I even touched him.

"The guards put me in there." Alex started again in that low controlled voice. "It was several days before I saw Remy again. They left my arms free, but I was left naked with the collar on. The first time one of the guards brought food I attacked him. But he had the control box and I was on the floor in seconds, barely able to move. I tried a few more times to get out, but they were prepared and and they were fast. I couldn't even touch them before they'd hit the button and I'd be down. The light bars are also neuro disrupters, but more intense. Touch them and like this box you're paralyzed for about 15 minutes or so. I found that out on my first day. No damage done, not a lot of pain, but it's a frightening lesson. You can't move and you can
hardly breathe."
My brother looked at me then and gave a twisted little smile. "I don't know if you realized...when I was living at the mansion, how I rarely got undressed in front of you or the other guys. I'm not an exhibitionist. Even around Lorna I usually covered up unless we were in bed." I nodded as if to say I remembered. "She use to laugh and tell me I had a great body and...well...but that time in the orphanage really brought out a modest streak in me." I twisted my lips up in a slight empathetic smile. I
understood perfectly well his antipathy toward exhibitionism. I was pretty much the same way. There'd been little to no privacy and some of the other boys could be rather cruel.

Alex nodded. He could see I understood. "Well, those first few days, I covered myself with one of the bed sheets or anything I could use. Every time one of the guards saw this they'd hit the button on the control box. After a while they got tired of me rebelling and just stripped the room of anything that I could use to cover up. Shit, it was embarrassing! Anyone who came down here could see everything." He shook his head remembering the shame it caused him. A sudden wave of sympathy came over me then and I put a hand on his shoulder. Alex shrugged it off angrily. "Don't pity me, Scott." He quipped. "You're in the same boat." I stepped back with some resentment dropping my hands to my sides. But he was right, of course. I nodded.
After a few silent minutes he continued. "Two, maybe three days later, Remy came to see me. He apologized for keeping me waiting. I lunged at him. But he deflected my attack easily. And one of the guards hit the control panel on the collar. When I was lying on the floor hardly able to move, Remy bent down next to me and said, "Cher, that's only gonna make me want you more. Don't make this harder than it has to be." Then he ran a finger down my back and pulled me over into his arms. All I could do was lie there, wishing he'd stop touching me. I was angry and very aware of where he was putting his hands. So
I knew he wasn't using his charm. But I was responding to him anyway. My body didn't seem to care that my mind didn't want this." He gave me a quick glance. I could see the rage and shame there in his eyes. "I won't get in to the details. Suffice it to say, Remy's as good as his boasts."
"After that he came to my cell several times a day. I realized quickly he was trying to seduce me. He kept telling me there wasn't any shame in what he wanted. I was a very attractive man. And he knew by the way my body responded, how my dick became erect at his touch, that I found him attractive. I just kept yelling at him that he was wrong, that this whole situation was just plain sick. And I kept attacking him. And the guard kept using the box. And then Remy would jack me off again. I was so disgusted by it all, I can't begin to tell you how much I hated him." Alex looked back at the slave in the cell and swallowed hard. "He finally got the picture that his seduction wasn't going to work. I wasn't going to cooperate willingly. So then he started in with his charm power. The first night he used it was the first night he fucked me." Alex snarled as he said this. The sex might have been amazing, but he still wasn't completely under Remy's spell. He resented what had been done, what he'd been forced to do. But still, he wasn't fighting anymore. I suppressed a shudder wondering how Remy had been able to break my brother in so completely. How had he made him so compliant? Alex's tone told me how much he still hated being a slave, but his actions proved otherwise. I turned my head to peer in at the captive on the bed, while in my periphery I studied my brother.

"I have to admit," Alex said after a moment or two, "once I got over the initial pain, the sex was unbelievable. Like I said, he's as good as he claims. But once he let down his concentration and the charm wore off, I realized what I'd done. What he had done to me. I went after him again. I really wanted to kill him, Scott. I really did. He figured it out soon enough that it was going to take more than his charm power and prowess to break me.

That's when he had me taken to the 'play room' and seriously trained. Like I'm doing to you." He looked down at my cock then and placed a finger on the head. I jumped back before he could place more of his hand there, but he just dropped it back to his side and said, "I can't tell you the rest. Remy might tell you about it later. But it's like I said before, he'll find your weakness and use it without hesitation." I blinked at him, wondering what weak point in him Remy had found and exploited. But before I could even come up with an answer, Alex was tugging a bit roughly on my leash and heading back up the spiral stairs.

Back down the long narrow hall we went until we reached a side hall I hadn't noticed. A large tapestry covered the entrance. He led me through it into another long hallway. This time I could see openings along the passage. As we passed by I saw men lounging on daybeds sleeping or talking to one another or engaged in other activities that caused me to look away immediately. Some of the rooms were blocked by curtains. I heard moans and sighs coming from them.

Once I heard a scream. Whether from pleasure or pain, I wasn't certain. I could feel my face flush a bright red. Glancing up at Alex I saw him looking at me with a certain amount of smugness. I looked away quickly in anger damning him for enjoying my embarrassment. Finally after a few more turns and passageways we arrived at a large room. In the center was a square pit two steps deep and about ten feet wide. It was full of lush intricately designed pillows. The room was carpeted in a soft feather like fabric with well over a hundred more pillows in various shapes and sizes. And two king-sized beds stood opposite one another on the East and West walls. I could see cuffs and iron loops adorning the beds and several chains coming from the headboards.

Alex let me take in the room for several minutes before leading me across to another door. Stepping through I saw it was a large communal bathroom. Two huge tubs sat in the center, showers off to the left and urinals and toilets to the right. No stalls, no doors. Everything open for viewing. I turned my head slightly to the side and down and shuddered. My brother said nothing,
but tugged on the leash and led me over to a urinal. "Stay here." He ordered me. "I'll be right back." Dropping the chain, he turned away, then paused and turning back, put a hand on my shoulder. "This box has a mile radius. We'd find you before the effects wore off, Scott. I don't think you could find your way to the portal room before I hit the switch." I looked back over my
shoulder at him and nodded. He knew me well enough to know I'd thought of running the minute he'd said he was leaving me alone unrestrained.
He was back in a moment with the catheter kit and a rolling table. When I saw it, I stepped back flinching, but Alex pulled me back over to the urinal gently without a word. I sighed, compliant. Well-aware how jumpy I'd be when he drained me standing up, Alex stood behind me, readied the supplies, sterilized my penis and steadied me from behind with his body while he
inserted the agonizing red catheter and drained my bladder for a second time.
I hung my head and grabbed both his arms when he did this, trembling and curling my toes on the cool tiled floor, trying to hold myself still. I knew there was no way he wasn't going let me out of this penile device, so I needed him to empty me. It only took a moment or two, but I could feel his engorged cock pushing against my spine, and it added to my humiliation and excitement even more. He said nothing when he withdrew the catheter and I sighed in relief. I fell back slightly and he caught me wrapping my torso firmly in his arms. I felt his warm breathe on the back of my neck, and my trembling which hadn't ceased, increased. Then I felt my knees turn to water when his lips brushed my skin. I tried to struggle, fight against his caress, but I was raw with a need that hadn't been released in so long. He lowered me to the floor, arms still holding me tight, lips and tongue trailing across my neck drawing a restrained groan from my open mouth.

In a moment he had me on my hands and knees, running his tongue down my spine. He swiped a finger along the crack of my ass and probed the anus gently. I bucked back into him and suddenly felt the head of his penis pressed against my opening. I seriously panicked then and pushed up violently throwing him back. As I scrambled to my feet, I noticed the control box he'd
left on the rolling table. I grabbed it and spun around, running hard into Alex, who'd quickly recovered from my throw. His face was contorted in rage and without a word his hand came down to twist my cock mercilessly. I screamed and dropped the box, falling to the floor in fetal position clutching my testicles and penis. My brother stood over me with gritted teeth.
"You better not even think of trying that on Remy," He hissed. I looked up at him through tears. "'eeeemy!" I tried to say. "'ou can'....'ot...'ot 'ow!"
Alex shook his head. "I know that Scott! You think I don't?!" I just stared at him trying to swallow. I didn't know. I'd panicked, not trusting him to control himself. Wearily I dropped my face back onto the tile and closed my eyes." I wanted to." His voice was calmer when he spoke again. "But I know I can't. Remy'd be royally pissed and I can't afford to incur his anger. But I
need you to have some idea how it'll feel so you don't panic."
He took my arm and pulled me to my feet. I was unsteady, so he held my shoulders until I'd recovered enough to stand on my own. "Damn it, Scott!  What'd you think?" He asked as he steadied me. "That I'd rape you? That I'd take you without preparing you first? You think I'd be that cruel?" I dropped my head refusing to look at him. I didn't trust him. His brows creased and he bent his head down to catch my eyes. "You don't trust me, but you've got to!"
He shook me slightly. "You've got to, Scott! If you don't he'll go af..." Alex caught himself then and I looked up sharply, trying to figure out what he'd been about to give away. It was Alex's turn to avoid my look as he pulled me into his arms again. "I just want you to be prepared. I wasn't and it scared the hell out me. If Remy hadn't been using his charm, I would have done the same thing. It's a whole lot worse when you're not ready for it. For the feel. It's easy to panic." He pushed me back then, but still held my shoulders. "And one of the guards has a back up control box. One that activates every collar in this palace. If they'd known you'd gotten a hold of that one, all the slaves would have been punished. You want that to happen?"
*Damn* I fumed. They'd thought of everything. *Damn Remy*.
 

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