After retrieving the control box, Alex placed it back on the rolling table and pushed the table out through a side door. Then he led me back into the main room. Between the pit and the door he pushed me to my knees. Then he went over to a chest in the room and brought back a strip of leather. It looped around my waist and two leather cuffs attached to the belt secured my
arms to my side. I looked at him narrowing my eyes in frustration.

"It's time to get you use to...all this." He said in reply to my unspoken question. "I don't think I can trust you not to fight us yet." I had some idea what he meant. It had to do with desensitizing my mind to men having sex with one another. But I planned to keep my eyes closed. I wouldn't watch. One thing I'd learned in my short life as a mutant with uncontrollable eye plasma
bolts was how to keep my eyes shut. There wasn't much a person could do to make me open those destructive eyes. Part of my intense training had been to keep those beams under my control, regardless of what anyone did to me. Unfortunately my X-men training hadn't quite prepared me for this situation. I guess Professor Xavier and I hadn't been that perversely imaginative.

I shut my eyes tightly, with every intention of refusing to watch. But when Alex's hand came down on my penis and he told me sharply to open my eyes, I jumped in pain and immediately did what he asked. I wasn't ready for this kind of torture. "Keep them open, Scott, or I'll twist it harder."

A guard entered the room then with Bert and Ernie. They immediately went around the room lighting all the candles. A light musky scent began to fill the room from the incense burners. As I breathed it in I began to relax and I wondered if it had some soothing property mixed in. Very soon the overhead lights were dimmed and the room was bathed in a soft sensual, almost
romantic, glow.
When the two slaves had completed their task they came and stood nervously in front of me, both shifting from foot to foot. Alex went over to the young men and said something to them, which I couldn't hear. Then he sat down next to me. "We'll start this off slow." He told me. "I want you to keep your eyes open and watch them the whole time. If you close your eyes or look away, I'll grab your dick. Got it?" I looked up at the two anxious slaves in answer. "You can begin." Alex told the two.

Hesitantly Bert began to touch Ernie. His hands ran down the other's torso slowly. They lingered around his groin but then moved over and down a thigh, caressing each in it's turn. Ernie responded immediately. His hands began to move over Bert. Soon they had both relaxed in front of me, my brother and the guard and were passionately exploring each other with their hands. A finger swirled here, a hand came down there. Rubbing, massaging, working each other's muscles in the same manner in which they'd worked on mine, only with more sensuality, more eroticism. I held my emotions in check while they played with each other. I kept my eyes on them, but tried to focus on other things. However, their increased cooing and moaning distracted my mind from going elsewhere. Never kissing each other and never laying a hand on each other's private parts, the two slaves continued their caressing for about an hour until Alex ordered them to stop. Then two other slaves took their place and started where they had left off.
The next pair began touching each other in much the same way Bert and Ernie had. But within minutes they began to kiss long and deep. I could see their tongues darting in and out playing with each other until one of them drew his partner's tongue into his mouth and started suckling it thoroughly. My nostril's flared as I inhaled harshly wanting desperately to shut my eyes or
look away. But the scent of the burning incense mingling with the smell of male sex was overwhelming my senses and I couldn't help but watch. And the ever present threat of Alex's hand clamping down on my painfully erect cock kept my eyes focused in front of me on the performance. If I so much as blinked too long I felt that hand.
As the kiss lengthened, the two men began to run their hands along each other's spine rutting against each other. Harder and harder they thrust. I was so certain they were about to climax when Alex ordered them to stop. Immediately they backed away. It amazed me that they didn't touch themselves or cum anyway. But the only hint of their need was in their still erect cocks and their rapid breathing.
My brother stood up then and went over to them saying something quietly. The two smiled their pleasure and quickly walked behind me. I turned my head to look around curiously not noticing the guard that came up next to me and
knelt down until he had a hand over my cock drawing me back around with a yelp to face Alex.
"No peeking." Alex said with a smirk. "Keep your eyes forward and enjoy the show. I'll be back in a little while." He nodded at the guard. "He'll keep you company."
Then Alex glowered at the guard. "You know the rules. If my brother tells me you've done anything other than kept him from looking away or shutting his eyes, I'll believe him and you'll deal with Remy." I saw the guard frown in anger back up at my brother, but he nodded. He had probably hoped he could use my mouth without getting caught. But Alex left him no choice. I could have lied and said he'd done something and he'd have been punished. He understood this. But it didn't really help me much as he used his hand more forcefully and more frequently to keep me in line.

The next two slaves who came in were allowed to touch each others cocks as they kissed, playing with the shaft and testicles, stroking and caressing each other into gentle thrusting motions. From behind I heard the soft moans of pleasure coming from the last set of slaves and I nearly shut my eyes in answer to the thrill I felt run through me. My curiosity had been rewarded.
Suddenly one of the slaves had had too much and he ejaculated with a cry. I thought it was from his orgasm, but he fell back with a look of shame and fear, and I realized quickly that he wasn't allowed to cum and would be punished. Sure enough, a guard came running over and grabbed the slave by shoulder. He threw one of the penile rings to the other slave and gave a
sharp barking command. Then he bent down and held the offender tightly by his arms. The man squirmed and pleaded for a minute before the other slave began to stroke him back to erection. Once he'd gotten him stiff to the point of climax, he clamped the ring around his cock and the slave screamed. My cock throbbed in sympathy. Afterward the guard dragged him over to the wall of cuffs and iron hooks and secured him there. It was warning to the other slaves. And it would be further punishment for the offender, I would learn, when I saw one or two of his fellow captives go over to him later on and
tease him into agony.
A new partner was brought in and with the obedient slave, the two began playing with each other cocks once again. I watched in frustrated arousal and thirst as their shafts became thick with pre-cum and their hands slid easily across the flesh. What a waste of fluid. I groaned softly to myself, hoping I wasn't heard, but the chuckle from the guard assured me I was and he patted my dick in amusement.
When the pair had come very close to climaxing, they pulled away from each other and looked over at the guard. He motioned them to go behind me and soon their coos and moans of delight mingled with the other two behind me. I heard a low hiss of relief as one of the slaves orgasmed and I cringed in resentment. The guard's hand came down again and squeezed, causing my head to shoot up in obedience. Two new slaves moved into position.
They began as the other two had, stoking each other's pricks and kissing passionately. I began to wonder how these men could engage in sexual activity with one another and be seemingly unconcerned about who their partner was. Male slave after male slave was paraded in front of me to tantalize my senses, and every one of them seemed uninhibited by the acts. Most of them
even seemed to enjoy what they were doing. I was certain I'd never be able to perform like these men. I'd never be able to get it up, not in front of people watching. But, as I have mentioned before, I was wrong. These were well-trained pleasure slaves. And all of them were young, fit and beautiful. Remy had good taste, I had to admit, once my perspective had changed and I
began seeing men as sexual beings.
The night went on and on. The performances increased in sexual explicitness. All of it would ultimately lead to penetration, I knew, the final act to purge me of my repulsion toward male sex, one step closure to an end to my resistance. The next acts involved blowjobs, long and slow and sensual. I felt my mouth water slightly as one man drank another dry. At this point the
slaves were allowed to release. I had an urge to groan again, but kept my voice in check not wanting the guard to see my response as one slave came forcefully into the other slave's mouth, holding the man's face firmly against his belly.
I have to admit, by this point all that sexual activity was working its way into my head. Slowly I was starting to see it all in another light. Beautiful slaves subjected to their master's will, touching and fondling and sucking each other without restraint. Beautiful men as slaves. My body responded even when my mind screamed no. A light sheen of sweat had broken out over my body.
I was shuddering every so often when one of the men thrust a little harder. And several times I caught my hips rocking upward to the motions of another slave's hips. In my periphery the guard grinned. But then the actions changed to center on the anal opening and repulsion took hold of me again as I watched one slave begin to tongue the crack of another. Seeing the obvious disgust on my face, the guard called one of the slaves from behind us to come forward. "Angel" was ordered to stand in front of the slave being tongued and that slave was ordered to give him head. Basic behavior modification. I responded sexually to blowjobs, therefore add tonguing with that act and I'd respond eventually. Another hour passed as one man after another came to lick and thrust his tongue into the puckered opening. I was getting tired and the guard had to twist my cock just to keep
me awake at times. My body, worn down through observation and fatigue began to respond to the visual stimulation. And when one of the men thrust his tongue deep and hard into the opening I moaned with pleasure. A hearty laugh came from the guard. I snapped back to reality.
"Gettin' use to it?" He grunted wickedly. "Pretty boy like you oughta love licking that pansy's asshole when he orders it." I kneeled up sharply at that clenching my fists. I wanted to grit my teeth, I wanted to strangle the guard, I wanted to deny any feelings I had at that point. And I wanted...I blinked...I wanted Alex, right there, right now. On me, in me, any way possible until I came and came screaming his name. I sat back on my knees taking deep breaths. I closed my eyes and the hand clamped down again. Against the pain I held my eyes shut tight, letting it buoy up my resistance.
I let the pain punish me for what I had wanted.
But soon, very soon, the guard began twisting it harder as he whispered roughly in my ear, "Think this is the only way to make you watch? We know how to make men scream, beggin' to watch, just to stop the...sensations. I don't think you're much different, pretty boy. But keep them eyes shut any longer and we'll see what it takes to make ya beg."
I opened my eyes with a heavy sigh. The last thing I wanted was to see his smug face in front of me as I begged.
Another hour ticked by with more tonguing. I was wide awake now, as I caught a second wind. And I was no longer repulsed by a tongue sweeping up and down a man's crack, probing and teasing and entering the sensitive opening. After another hour I began to actually think I could enjoy it. I inwardly cringed at the thought, but it wouldn't leave me alone.
One more step to dull my repugnancey. One more step to break me down. And then there were fingers probing the entrance to a slave. The one probing was given lube to ease the insertion and prevent any tearing. One finger in and out. Then another. The man being finger fucked began to rock back and forth in pleasure. He moaned and wriggled asking for more and deeper. The other obliged, placing a third finger beside the two and pushing in forcefully. My breath came rapidly, with short gulps. They were so close to full penetration I could hardly stand the anticipation. I wanted to yell at them to get on with it. But then I looked at the other slave's face, the one being fucked and I became mesmerized by his look of bliss as he shuddered and spasmed without ejaculating.
"The prostate." Alex's words came clear and sharp in my ear and I swung my head around to look at him. He'd come up beside me and replaced the guard without me even aware. "Watch." He said to me, gesturing to the two slaves.
One of his hands ran up and down my spine, causing me to shudder like the slave in front of me. "It's what makes it so enjoyable a good deal of the time." He spoke quietly. "You'll see." I could feel him smiling at me, but I kept my eyes forward, not wanting to break his fingers from their lovely sensual trail down my back.
Suddenly he stood up without saying anything and motioned for the guard to take his place. I sighed in disappointment at the loss of contact, but continued to look at the men in front of me, not wanting to incur the pain of disobedience. I had the urge to look around, curious to see if Alex was still in the room. Wondering if he was being served by one of the slaves behind me.
So many moans and sighs of lust and desire assailed me from behind, but I didn't hear my brother's voice.
Complete penetration came shortly afterward. Two new "fresh" young slaves were brought in, these more handsome than any of the others. One was blonde and lithe. The other had reddish-brown hair similar to mine. I swallowed as best I could. Alex had obviously planned this little performance. Mirror images of what he wanted to do to me. And it was unbelievably erotic to watch as the blonde bent the other down on his knees then lubed him well, stretching his opening in preparation. I watched entranced as he began to fist his own thick member with slow, even stokes, coating it well with the lube. Finally he was ready. Placing the head of his penis to the entrance, he pushed in very slowly.
 

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