Here is the next chapter finally. I know I have been a little behind the eight ball with my updates. I have been really busy the last little while with my trip and now I am currently in the middle of a move eight hours south for a new job. I promise that things will settle down soon and the updates will be more frequent. Thanks for your reviews and I hope you continue to enjoy the story. PS any suggestions or comments are always appreciated.

Lex followed the guards up to the room without any hassles. After last night his will to continue fighting his father was drained and he was willing to comply with just about anything in order to get through the day and keep Clark safe. He couldn't remember a time when he had seen his father so smug as he had just a few moments ago. He could tell how satisfied Lionel was at the thought that his only heir was finally pliable and willing to be molded into the model son. His anger flared at the thought and he had to contain it or he knew he would do something he would regret.

The guards led him into the room and untied his hands for the first time in over twelve hours. His shoulders screamed in pain as his arms fell to his sides. It took a few minutes of discomfort for feeling to return to his hands. He gently rubbed the marks on his wrist that remained from his struggles. He rotated his shoulders grimacing at the ache the accompanied his movements.

The guards wasted no time leaving him with instructions to shower and informed him that his tuxedo would be waiting for him when he was done. They quickly left the room and he was alone with his thoughts.

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand along his bare scalp. He let out a deep sigh and stood up slowly still wincing from his sore muscles. He started to remove his robe and was quickly frustrated with the slow pace necessitated by his weakened muscles.

"Looks like you could use a hand."

Lex spun around to face the voice losing his balance and falling backwards onto the bed.

"Here let me help you." Lex blinked trying to erase the image of Sam crossing the room towards him. He knew his resolve to protect Clark was sound but he didn't think he could take an encounter with Sam with out incident.

"Don't come near me." Lex warned trying to sound authoritative.

Sam laughed at the words and continued to smile at Lex as he drew nearer.

"Sarah will be pissed if she finds out what you are doing." Lex said noticing the panic in his own voice.

"Sarah. Isn't. Going. To. Find. Out" He emphasized every word with each new step.

"She will because I will tell her." Lex informed him.

"Oh no you won't and do you know why you won't?" He paused briefly, knees hitting the edge of the bed. "Because I saw the look in your eyes last night. You would do anything to prevent your little friend from getting hurt like that again." He leaned forward and stroked Lex's cheek. "Wouldn't you?" He added gently.

Lex didn't answer he simply rolled off the bed and backed away from Sam.

"Not so fast there rich boy. I think you and I have been playing this game of cat and mouse for far too long." Sam took long strides to cover the distance towards where Lex was standing.

"I don't have time for this. I have to get ready for the wedding." Lex offered voice cracking.

"That's right! Your wedding! Well now we wouldn't want you to be late for your big day would we." Sam reached forward grabbing Lex by the collar of his robe. He roughly started to pull Lex towards the bathroom. Lex tried to pull away but found it difficult without full strength in his arms yet.

"Don't fight it Lex, it will only make things that much harder for you." Sam slammed Lex against the bathroom wall. He tilted his head sideways in thought as he stared at Lex. "More enjoyable for me, but harder for you." Sam gripped Lex's bathrobe and pulled it down his back. The two men stood staring at each other in silence and the robe hit the tiled bathroom floor.

Lex tried to skirt around Sam and back into the bedroom but the larger man stood blocking the door, still holding him firm against the wall. He reached up and placed his hand on Lex's scalp running it down and onto the back of his neck. Lex tried to pull away as the hand on the back of his neck began to squeeze. Sam's other hand fell heavily on Lex's shoulder and both hands began pushing him downwards.

"On your knees, rich boy." Sam ordered.

Lex made another attempt to get out from under his grip but was again unsuccessful. "Let go of me right now!"

"I said-" Lex grunted as the hand holding his shoulder let go and hit him square in his stomach, "Get on your knees! That is unless you want me to go wake your little sweetheart up and have him take care of business."

"No." Lex wheezed out between labored breaths as he clutched his stomach doubled over.

"You know, here I thought last night would have been all the incentive you needed to adapt to your new existence. Seems I was wrong."

Lex didn't give him the pleasure of a response as he fell to his knees. The tile floor was cold and rough and he felt like he was going to be sick. "How could this be happening?" He thought wildly to himself looking around the room for some chance of a way out.

"What do you want? Do you want money? I'll give you what you want if you leave this room right now." Lex feebly offered between gasps still holding his ribs.

"It's not the money you idiot. I will have all the money I need once you and Sarah are married. She'll make sure I am well looked after as long as I do my job and keep my nose clean."

"Do you call raping her future husband keeping your nose clean." Lex spat back.

Sam grabbed Lex's chin and forced his face upwards so he could stare into Lex's eyes. The threat in his tone was crystal clear, "She isn't going to find out." He leaned down and kissed Lex then whispered, "Is she?"

Lex tried to pull his face away, which simply added to Sam's amusement at the situation. "Bet you never thought you would end up like this did you. All your life being pampered and spoiled, all those people that you stepped on as you rose to the top. Only to have it all pulled out from under you by your own father. What does it feel like hmm? What does it feel like to subjugate yourself? To be on your knees looking for some reprieve from a simple body guard."

Sam paused and searched Lex's face for a sign of the emotions within. "How does it feel to know that you have been lowered to nothing more than a figurehead? You will spend the rest of your pathetic life being what your father wants you to be. What you have been fighting so hard not to become."

"Fuck you!" Lex shouted up at him with all the anger he had pent up within.

"No…actually I think I'll fuck you." The words rang through Lex with the finality of the conversation.

Before he knew what was happening the hand on the back of his neck was holding him firmly in place again as Sam was undoing his belt and zipper. He tried to turn away but there was nowhere to go. The older man stepped in closer, out of his pants, pinning him against the wall. Lex opened his mouth to call out for help and was instantly filled to the back of his throat with the now erect penis in front of him.

His gag reflex was initiated immediately and his stomach convulsed with heaving. His eyes began to water and his nose started to run as he tried desperately to pull away from the attack on his mouth and throat. The back of his head slammed rhythmically into the wall behind him with the constant pounding of Sam's hips. Suddenly and violently Sam came. Lex's stomach heaved again, spitting most of the contents out the sides of his mouth and onto the floor. Sam pushed farther into his mouth sealing it completely.

"Swallow."

"I said, swallow." Sam repeated as he rubbed Lex's throat and Adam's apple.

It took a moment but he finally complied. Sam pulled away and looked at the mess on the floor. "Clean it up." He ordered as he tossed the hand towel at Lex.

Lex complied as he watched his own shaking hands reach out for the towel. Glad for the distraction that finally settled his stomach, Lex methodically wiped at the tiles.

"That wasn't too bad, rich boy. With a little practice it is gonna be great."

Lex visibly cringed at the words because he knew in his current situation there was going to be nothing but time for practice.

"Get up."

Lex rose to his feet but did not make eye contact.

"Time to get cleaned up for your big day." Sam announced as he turned on the shower.

As the water heated up Sam removed the rest of his own clothes and when he stood naked he reached around Lex's neck and brought him forward for a gently kiss, tasting himself on Lex's lips. Lex stood motionless not trusting his muscles to not collapse with the mental, emotional and physical exhaustion of the last 24 hours.

Sam's hands gently stroked his neck and back and came to rest on his shoulders. Turning him towards the shower he lead Lex under the stream of water. Sam's body pressed Lex against the shower wall as the heat of the water touched his back and the cold tiles pressed against his cheek.

"Please-"

"Please what rich boy. Please fuck me? Is that what you were going to say."

Lex shook his head no and tried to move along the wall and out from under the weight of Sam's body.

"I want to hear you say it!" Sam pushed him harder into the wall. He kicked Lex's legs apart and reached down roughly grabbing his ass cheeks. "Say Please fuck me!"

Lex stood quietly pressing his lips shut in minor defiance.

"We can do this gently or I can tear into you until you can barely walk down the aisle at your own wedding." His forearm pressed into the back of Lex's neck and he slid a wet finger into Lex's dry hole. Lex cried out in surprise and pain. He couldn't move, he could barely breath; the sound of the water pounding down filled his ears. Every sense was heightened as his nerves tensed with fear and discomfort.

The finger stroked in and out and Sam's voice surprised Lex at it's proximity to his ear. "Gentle or hard. How's it going to be rich boy? Last chance; let me hear you say it. Say please fuck me." He pushed two fingers in hard and fast, causing Lex to stand on his tiptoes to try and get away.

His voice cracked, "Please-"

"Please what? Say it!"

"Please fuck me." Lex whispered through the side of his mouth that wasn't plastered against the shower wall.

"If you insist." Sam purred from behind as he slicked up his dick and prodded against Lex's hole until he slide in.

Lex cried out, biting his lower lip in an attempt to stifle it.

The pounding took on the same rhythm as it had moments ago outside the shower. The pain was incredible at first. It burned and he felt the fullness pinning him in position even more than he had been before.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." Sam huffed through his heavy breathing from behind Lex.

Lex felt disgusted with himself for not being stronger. How could he have just let this happen? Why was it still happening? Was it really loyalty to Clark or was it his own innate fear that allowed him to be in this position.

He was startled from his thoughts when Sam reached around and began to stroke Lex's penis to full hardness. Lex tried to fight his traitorous body. His anger rose as he started to feel his orgasm being pulled from his body.

"Come for me." Sam demanded softly in a voice that should be reserved for lovers.

"Noo…" Lex half cried, half moaned as he pulsed in orgasm against Sam's palm.

Moments later Sam came in silence.

Lex felt a mix of pain, relief and emptiness as Sam pulled out and stepped under the stream of water. He didn't move as he waited for Sam to wash himself off and step out of the shower stall. He couldn't bring himself to turn and look at the man.

He found it odd that at this moment all he could think about is how Clark must have felt the previous evening. The humiliation and confusion must have paralleled that of what Lex was feeling at this moment. The only difference was that both times Lex had been the cause of the incident. Clark was innocent, he did not have to bear the guilt of knowing he had been the sole cause of such pain for another person, especially not his best friend.

As much as Lex hated the idea of being raped by Sam again, he hated the idea of causing Clark to suffer again, even more. Even with the fresh scent of sex still in rising with the steam of the hot water, Lex sealed his resolve in the decision that he would suffer the same fate again and again if it meant keeping Clark safe.