Note from Author: This is an X-Files Alternate Universe story with scenes of rape, sexual abuse and discipline.  Be advised.

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It was 9:30 Wednesday morning and Agent Scully sat in AD Skinner’s office waiting for her partner, Fox Mulder.  Scully had reminded Mulder about the meeting.  Looking at her watch again, she thought back to the early morning conversation.  “Mulder, the meetings at 9:30 you don’t have time to go to the bank.”

“I’ll be back in plenty of time Scully it’s just around the corner.  I’m broke so I have to get some money.”

“Uh, uh.”  Scully looked up at the noise.  It was her superior, AD Skinner clearing his throat.  “Agent Scully, it is now 9:35.  You did say that he would be on time for this meeting?”

“Yes, sir.  He promised me that he would be here.  If I may, I’ll see what’s holding him up?”

As it turned out what was holding him up was a man committing a bank robbery and the robber’s gun just happened to be trained on him.  He had tried to get the drop on him but a terrified bank patron had given him away.  His gun had been taken away and he was on the floor along with everybody else in the bank.

The robber had taken them all unaware and had been taking cash from only one teller.  The nervous teller had done exactly what the robber had told her even to not notifying the police by silent alarm.  All she had seen was the gun pointed in her face and she obeyed.

It was only when a bank patron had glanced his way that he was discovered.  He quickly got the tellers and other staff out away from their stations and out front with the bank patrons.  With a gun on them the guards had no choice but to throw their guns down and away. It was during the time when the bank staff was joining the bank patrons that Fox made his aborted move.

The robber, a male in his late fifties, with salt and pepper hair, was wearing jeans and work shirt with a canvas jacket and cowboy boots.  On his head he wore a cowboy hat with a fancy band.  He was also wearing leather-roping gloves on his hands, so the chance of finding his fingerprints was going to be very rare. His face had a handsome, tanned, ruggedness to it; his eyes were blue.  His expression at the moment was stern, like a father who was about to correct his son to the tune of a hickory stick and at this moment he was looking straight at Mulder.  He got his money and taking one more look at all of his hostages came to a quick decision and gestured for Mulder to stand up He told Mulder, “You are coming with me…unless you want me to open fire on the rest of the people here.”

Mulder replied, “Sure, just don’t hurt anyone.”  He gestured to Mulder to walk in front of him and they left the bank.  He grabbed Fox; still keeping a gun trained on him and ran to the Explorer parked outside.  He quickly grabbed Mulder’s handcuffs and cuffed his captive to the seatbelt on the back seat.  He then got up front and they were driving away before anyone could stop them.

Just a few minutes after Mulder and his captor had driven off Scully walked into the chaotic bank.

“What’s going on here? I’m Agent Scully of the FBI.”  She quickly identified herself to put the bank occupants at ease.  The bank manager immediately filled her in, “We were robbed and the bank robber took a hostage.”

“What?” Scully said apprehensively.  She knew without being told who the hostage just had to be.  But it had to be confirmed. “Can you give me a description of the robber and hostage?”  Her worse fears confirmed she put out an APB then contacted her boss.

“Sir, Agent Mulder has been kidnapped.”

“WHAT?” Skinner shouted he couldn’t believe that Mulder couldn’t go to the bank and be safe.

“I’ve put out an APB out on them and witnesses reported seeing a blue sport’s vehicle driving off.  Unfortunately, no one can tell me what the make and model of it.”

Unfortunately there were not enough officers available to take care of all the roads leading out of the city they had to be content to cover the main ones which was done as soon as the APB was received.

The robber had been planning his heist for months and had found a wooded secluded area where he could ditch his getaway vehicle.  He had been there earlier and left his truck, trailer and horses.  He headed for this point, which also was close to a back road that would get him out of the city. A temporary corral had been set up for holding his two horses.  In a shed was the gear needed to continue his journey to his cabin high in the Appalachian Mountains in the state of West Virginia.

He got out of the car to check on his hostage and caught him unlocking his cuffs.  Mulder was dragged out of the vehicle and flung to the ground.  In his haste to get away from the bank with his hostage he hadn’t done a proper search and missed the key to the cuffs.  During the ride over Mulder had dropped the key and had only found it when they had parked.

“You are nothing but trouble, aren’t you boy?  What’s your name?”

Mulder refused to answer that earned him a quick slap to the face.

“Answer me boy or I will give you pains in areas you rather not have them.  Now what is your name?”

“Mulder, my name is Fox Mulder.”

“Your name is Fox?”

“Yes?”

“Boy, you were meant to be mine.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 33.”

“You’re a very young looking 33 year old.  Well, Fox, my name is Jim.  You can call me Jim, Sir or Master.  The choice is yours.”  Jim looked at Fox sizing him up with his eyes and liking what he saw. “I came to the big city for two reasons: one was to get some money for supplies and the second reason was to acquire a companion.  I wanted a boy to take back home to the mountains with me.  You were sent to me for that purpose.  It was meant to be.  You belong to me now.”

Jim looked at Fox, “STRIP,” he commanded.

Fox looked at him with huge eyes and shook his head and angrily yelled out “NO,” and tried to make a run for it.

 Jim was too swift for him and tackled him right away.  He pulled Fox to a tree cuffed him to it with Mulder’s stomach against the tree.  “Since you wouldn’t do as I ordered. We will have to do this the easy way.  Easy for me that is.”

Jim reached into his pocket and produced his pocketknife and opened its largest blade and starting at the bottom of Fox’s pants proceeded to slice them up stopping only when his blade met the belt.  He stopped long enough to unbuckle Fox’s belt and removing it before picking his knife up again and cutting the waistband.  He then did the same to the other leg.  It only took a few minutes to finish cutting the clothing away.  He pulled it from Mulder’s body so he could have better access to his prize.   He took a moment to run his hand over his captive’s boxer clad ass enjoying the shudder of fear that he could feel through the cloth.

He finally turned his attention to Fox’s suit jacket and sliced it away.  He then reached around Fox to undo his tie and pull it from his neck.  He stepped back to admire his work.

He had a very agitated Fox Mulder hugging a tree dressed only in boxers, dress shirt and t-shirt underneath.  He was still wearing his shoes and socks.  Fox hadn’t said much during his disrobing for fear that the knife would be used to cut his flesh.  Now that the man and knife were not so close he began to voice his displeasure.  He called Jim every unsavory term he could think about until he saw his captor come closer.

“You are a little spitfire aren’t you boy?”  He aimed a few well-aimed licks to Fox’s boxer clad backside.

 “Yeowwwch,” cried Fox trying to wriggle out of the way of Jim’s hand.

“Your mouth has just decided my next plan of action,” and again produced his knife and began to cut his boxers off of him.  “Nooooo,” cried Fox as his destroyed boxers fell to the ground.  He felt a cool breeze against his now bare backside.

Jim took Fox’s tie and made a noose with which he lassoes Fox’s testicles, then used it to separate them and then ran the tie through his legs and tied it around the base of his penis.  What was left of the tie was tied to a length of leather forming a leash to which he knew he could control the boy.  Jim then undid the cuffs but before Fox could even take a swing at him his hands were re-cuffed behind his back.

Jim took up his leash and pulled; as soon as Fox felt the pressure on his genitals and the sudden pain he trotted behind.  If he resists the pain would become too great for him to bear.  Jim then lead him away from his ruined clothes and back to the corral where he tied his leash to a broken bench nearby.  He then returned to Fox clothes and brought them back. He was unable to do a thorough job of searching them with his gloves on, so he took the right glove off. He went through the pockets and pocketed all of Fox’s possessions.  When he came upon Fox’s cell phone he pressed the first button on the speed dial and was rewarded with a voice answering.

“Scully.”

“Miss, do you know a Fox Mulder?” asked Jim into the receiver.

“Mulder, yes, he is my partner.  Do you know where he is?  Is he alright?”

“Fox is doing just fine.  He is sitting right in front of me.  Do you want to talk to him?  It will be your last chance.  I’m taking him with me.  I picked him out from all of the others.  He is mine now.”

“Yours, what do you mean?”

“MINE, I own him now or will as soon as I put my mark on him.”

“You can’t, he is a Federal Officer.”

“That means nothing to me.  I had plenty to choose from and I chose him.  Now do you want to tell him goodbye or not?”

“Yes, please.”

Jim took the phone over to Fox and said, “This is your last time to tell your partner goodbye.  No tricks or you will pay a heavy price.”  He held the phone up to Fox’s mouth and ear so he could speak.

“Fox?”

“Sculleee, his name is Jim and he’s driving a blue Expl….”was all Fox was able to say before the phone was taken from him.  Jim threw the phone down on the rocks, which destroyed it entirely.

“Boy, that’s going to cost you such a spanking that you will remember it for a long time.”  Jim sat down suddenly and pulled Fox over his knees and began to heat up his backside.  Fox tried to keep from crying out but the licks were coming hard and heavy upon his backside and soon he was voicing his pain.  Yeowwwch…. owww…ow…and on the licks came. The majority was focused on the sit spot part.  His bottom was heating up nicely and Fox was sobbing.  Jim didn’t stop until Fox’s bottom was scarlet in color.  He pulled Fox up and leaned him against the corral, “Don’t move or you’ll get another whipping and that one will make this one look like a cake walk.” Jim then replaced his right glove.

Fox stayed in that position until he felt something being pulled up his legs.  He looked up to see a jock strap being pulled up.  He hissed as the elastic band in the back made contact with his enflamed buttocks.  When it became obvious that he would be given nothing more to wear he asked, “What about some pants?”

“That’s all you are getting for now boy.”  He then grabbed Fox’s leash and a pair of hobbles.  “Now boy I’m going to bend down and put these hobbles on your ankles you try anything and I’m going to give this leash a mighty pull, and you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes, pain.”

When Fox had been sufficiently restrained, Jim uncuffed his wrist.  He then began to lead Fox to the horse trailer parked nearby.  Fox had to take baby steps but managed to keep up.  When they arrived Fox’s leash was tied to the back of the trailer.  While Fox was suitable tied, Jim began to load his gear and supplies to the back of the beat up Chevy pickup to which the trailer was hooked.  Fox asked, “What are you going to do with me and why?”

“I need someone to warm my bed at night.  It gets awful cold up in the mountains.  We have to ride for several days on horseback to get to my high mountain cabin.  I plan to use them to break you in to your new life with me.”

“Nooooo,” cried Fox as the implications of what Jim meant began to sink in.”  “You can’t…I won’t let you.  I’m not so inclined.”

“Boy, once and for all, you don’t have any say so in the matter.  I have picked you and you will be MINE, to do with, as I like.  The sooner you can get that in your head and accept it the better you will be.”

“No, I’ll never accept it and I’ll always try and get away,” declared Fox.

Jim continued to load the horse trailer.  He pulled open a compartment near the back of the trailer.  In it was a mat and pillow and it was long enough for a person to lie on his side or back.  There was an oxygen mask and bottle attached.  “You have been planning this for some time, haven’t you,” remarked Fox, who had just come the conclusion that he would be traveling in that compartment with straw and horses on top.  No one would think of even looking beyond the horses for him.

Jim reached for his leash and led a struggling Fox the compartment.  It took more than just the pull of the leash to get Fox situated in the compartment.  Jim finally had to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder and carry him there.  Once there he quickly lowered him into the compartment strapping him down on his back.  Jim then quickly removed his shoes and socks and pulled the oxygen mask over his face.
The last thing Fox felt was a prick in his hip and then everything went black.  Jim was not taking any chances of being discovered.  He had injected a sedative into his Fox and turned on the oxygen he closed the compartment.

He then scattered straw all over the floor and loaded his horses and took off.  Before leaving the area he pulled into a rundown service station and went into the restroom carrying an overnight bag and changed his appearance.  He pulled the wig off his head and removed the contact lenses from his eyes.  He pulled off his work shirt.  In its stead he put on a red plaid shirt.  He kept his jeans on, and boots and hat.  He removed the fancy band from around the hat, changing its appearance as well.  He put on a pair of glasses.  He put his disguise into the bag and left the service station without getting any gasoline.  He would stop up the road to get the gasoline needed the get to his destination.  He figured that the boy would only have to travel in the compartment for an hour.  He had enough oxygen to last three hours.

After filling up at the next fully functional service station, he headed for the interstate where he was stopped and his truck and horse trailer were searched.  The officers didn’t do much more than look into the trailer and seeing horses waved him on through.  Jim traveled a few more miles down the road before turning off on a less traveled road heading for the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia.  After traveling for an hour and a half he pulled off again on a dirt road and drove a few more miles before locating a secluded area where he pulled off the road completely.  After pulling in behind some trees, he came to a stop.

He first pulled out a blanket and laid it out in front of his truck.  He then went around to the back of the trailer and after sweeping the straw away opened the compartment.  He released and removed a still sleeping Fox Mulder and carried his new possession to the front of his truck, where he laid him upon the blanket.  While Fox was still sleeping he pulled out a pair of old overalls and an old faded shirt and set about dressing him.  He then carried the still sleeping Fox to the front seat and placed him on the passenger side and put his seatbelt on.

After stowing the blanket and closing the back of the trailer, he climbed back in the truck and resumed his journey.  When he again emerged on the outdated highway he passed many small towns on his way to the mountains waving at many a passerby.  He wanted to be sure that he would be remembered as an old friendly character to allay suspicions.  If by chance he met up with anybody Fox would be introduced as his grandson who hadn’t slept much the night before and the motion of the truck had lulled him to sleep.

During the journey, Jim imagined the fun he would have in break-in his new bed warmer.  If what the boy had implied was true he was going to have the pleasure of deflowering a virgin.  He figured that he would do it right away and get it out of the way.  The trip into the mountains would be the best place.  It was so lonely and dissolute up in the mountains.  No civilized people for miles around.  The path they would take would take them nowhere near civilization and he could do pretty much what he like to this boy.  No one would hear the boy’s cries or be in a position to stop him from doing anything he liked.

The first chance he got when they got to the cabin he would have to brand the boy so he would know that he belonged to Jim.  He envisioned places to put his brand.  The journey went pretty fast with all of these thoughts running through Jim’s head.

He stopped twice along the way to let the horses out to graze and run for a few minutes while he shoveled out the back and replace the straw.  He always stopped and asked permission from farmers along the way. It wasn’t until 5:00 when he realized he would have to find somewhere to stop for the night.  Once again he came to a small farm and asked permission to camp on their grounds.  He and his grandson would be fine and they would be gone by early morn.  The farmer eagerly gave his permission especially when Jim gave him fifty dollars for his trouble.

Fox woke up soon after Jim had stopped and made camp.   The campsite that he picked was miles away from the farmhouse so the farmer would not surprise them.  Fox was a little disorientated from the effects of the sedative, and didn’t struggle when Jim helped him down from the truck seat.  He followed docilely behind Jim.  Jim brought him to a place where sleeping bags had been laid out and pushed him on top of one of them.

Fox was handed a sandwich and a coke.

“Eat up.” Jim ordered.

 Half way through the sandwich Fox became aware of the situation and made a motion to run when he felt himself pounced upon once again.  “Boy, will you ever learn?  You belong to me,” and with that Jim pulled Fox’s overalls down and off revealing that he was wearing nothing but the jock strap underneath. He pulled the jock strap off as well.  He grabbed the leash and decided to teach Fox a lesson he wouldn’t forget for some time.

 He led Fox to the back of the horse trailer and tied his hands to one of the opened doors. He then went and got his strap and stood behind Fox and took aim and let the strap fly.  In a few minutes he had Fox sobbing and dancing to get away form the sting the strap was making against his sore bottom and thighs.  No matter where Fox danced to the strap was there depositing lick after lick on his enflamed bottom.  He didn’t stop until Fox was so exhausted that he couldn’t move or scream.  When the last lick fell Fox sank to his knees sobbing exhaustively.
 

He left Fox sobbing while he saw to the horses for the night.  Then he went back to get Fox and he then took him to a nearby pond. Freeing him from his bonds and leash allowed him to get into the cooling waters.  He only stayed in long enough to get wet.  Jim had a bucket of soapy water that he used to give Fox a sponge bath then made him go back into the water to rinse the soap off.  Cleaned to Jim’s satisfaction Fox submissively followed Jim back to his sleeping bag and climbed in.  He was so tired that he fell immediately to sleep.  Jim taking no changes chained Fox to the horse trailer with a light chain he purchased for just that purpose.  Fox was so tired that he didn’t feel a thing as the chained was locked around his waist and between his legs.

Knowing that his Fox wouldn’t be able to escape during the night Jim finally laid down and went to sleep.  He slept to dawn and had everything packed and ready to go when he woke Fox in the morning, and removed his chain.

Fox was given time only to take care of nature and dress in only the overalls and shirt and then he was made to ride on passenger side next to Jim.

He squirmed for most of the morning trying to find a comfortable spot to sit.  His backside was so sore from the strapping he had received last night that by midmorning Jim took pity on him and pulled out one of the pillows from their gear stashed behind them.  Fox was able to sit in relative comfort as long as he sat on one of the pillows.

“I’m taking pity on you, boy!  But if you try anything you’ll loose your comfortable perch and receive a beating for your trouble.”  Fox was just too exhausted and sore to try anything so he nodded his understanding.

It was a hard and long journey this day, stopping only long enough to give the horses a moment from traveling. They ate sandwiches and drank cokes and occasionally stopped along the road to take care of nature.  But it paid out in the end when he finally pulled up as near the cabin as he could.  The rest of the journey would be made on horseback.  It would take 2 – 3 days by horseback to reach his winter cabin.

The cabin he was at now was used only as temporary dwelling.  Its barn was used to store his trailer and truck. The small barn could be locked.  Several of the mountain people shared the cabin and kept storage barns so that they could make the trips to town easier.

This cabin had a bed, a fireplace and a table.  It was very rustic.  There was an outhouse out back.  He only used it when coming down from the mountains or on the return trip and only when night had caught up with him before he could start the journey.  They would spend the night here and he would leave his Fox here and get the rest of his supplies before starting on his journey home tomorrow afternoon.
 

The first thing he did was to take Fox into the house and make him strip out of his clothes.  Once nude, Fox was chained with a big padlock to the bed frame.  The only way Fox could be comfortable was to lie on his stomach and he pulled up a blanket, as the cabin was chilly.

With the worry of Fox out of the way, Jim turned his attention to the horses and gear and supplies.  He carted boxes of supplies into the room.  As soon as the horses were fed and watered he turned his attention to getting a fire going and food cooking.

In an hour’s time he had a big fire going and a pot of stew cooking over the roaring fire.  He brought out plates and utensils, filling them with the stew and more soft drinks.  He put a plate of sliced bread on the table as well, and then he called Fox to supper.  When he didn’t come Jim went over and dragged him to the table sitting him down hard in the chair.  Fox cried out when his still sore bottom made contact with the hard wood chair but after taking one look at Jim’s face he picked up his fork and began to eat.

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Jim’s Explorer had been discovered the day after the robbery by a troop of Boy Scouts.  They had picked the same secluded area as the ideal place to work on their camping badges.  They reported the abandoned vehicle to their Scout Master, Tom Peters who in turn reported it to the local police.  As soon as the description of a blue Explorer was mentioned the FBI were notified.

Agent Scully and her superior AD Skinner were first on the scene.  The Forensic team from the FBI arrived immediately after them.   They discovered that the Explorer had been reported as stolen from the D. C. Police.  The team dusted it for prints and hopefully something would turn up.  Checking the area they easily discovered the signs of horses and the additional tracks of two different vehicles.

Dana had been musing aloud, “Why did he take Mulder?  He knew he was an FBI Agent so it has to be personal.”  She played over in her mind the conversation she had with the kidnapper and still no real reason came to mind until Fox’s clothes were brought to her and she noticed the importance of stripping the victim.  With a look of horror she told Skinner, “The kidnapper intends on raping Mulder.  We have got to find them.”

Skinner tried to comfort her, “Dana, we have the best people on it.  They are checking everything with a fine toothcomb.  If there is a clue, they will find it.  Let’s return to the Bureau and let them do their jobs.”  She saw the wisdom of his words and accompanied him back.  Eventually all of the evidence gathered was taken back to the crime lab.  They had the Explorer impounded for further scrutiny at a later time if needed.
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Back at the cabin the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of two people eating.  Once they had finished, Jim went out for a moment to get a bucket of water so they would be able to wash the dishes.

Jim then pulled an old galvanized tub from the corner of the room; Fox had overlooked it at first glance.  Jim made several trips out side to pump water for a bath.  He heated several buckets to even out the temperature in the tub.  He tied Fox to the bed while he stripped and took a bath.  When he had finished he untied Fox, “Get in the tub and take a bath.”  Jim ordered.

Jim watched Fox take a bath making sure that the younger man cleaned himself to his satisfaction.  Fox was red with embarrassment when Jim inspected him before letting him get out of the tub.  Fox dried himself off while Jim emptied the tub and put it away.  Jim gave Fox a coat and shoes to cover his nude body as he motioned him to go outside so he could escort him to the outhouse.   When he had finished using the facilities Jim brought him back to the cabin stripped him of the coat and shoes and locked him in the cabin.   Satisfied that Fox couldn’t get away Jim used the facility himself.

Jim was half expecting Fox to try and get the drop on him and he wasn’t disappointed when the attack came when he opened the door.  Since he had been expecting it, he had entered the cabin very careful and was able to subdue Fox without much trouble.  He did suffer a glancing blow to his shoulder.  Fox had aimed for his head but Jim moved too fast and only caught it on his shoulder instead.  Fox had been using a heavy piece of kindling for his attack.

Jim was able to disarm Fox and roughly threw him on the bed.  “Boy, I was waiting until later to pop your cherry.  But this attack of yours has sped it up to tonight.  Once it’s gone you won’t fight so hard trying to keep it.”  He turned Fox on his side with his face facing the table and tied him in that position.  He removed his shoes and got ready to join him in bed.  While Fox struggled to get free, Jim locked the front door, banked the fire and only then did he strip down to his boxers.  He climbed on to the bed and positioned him self behind Fox.

Fox was tense, expecting to be attacked at any moment.  Jim had no intention of taking Fox that night, but he implied differently to keep Fox off guard and in a continual state of nervousness.  Jim had decided to ravage Fox while on horseback on the first day’s ride to his high mountain cabin.  He was looking forward to it and he would not allow himself the pleasure of taking Fox that night.

By the light of the fire Jim was able to see enough to locate his target area.  He spat on his fingers and inserted his forefinger into Fox’s anus, which caused him to cry out in discomfort, “Yeowwwch.”  With his other hand he pulled the open sleeping bag up over them as cover.  He snuggled up close to Fox’s back and placed his free hand between Fox’s legs and fondled his penis.  Fox tensed up and Jim promptly fell asleep.  Fox on the other hand was unable to sleep as even when the finger finally slipped from his most private place.

Fox finally drifted off to sleep about an hour before Jim got up.  He allowed Fox to sleep while he got ready for his trip into town.  First he repacked the clothes and food supplies into the trailer leaving only a bottle of water and crackers for Fox’s breakfast.  He grabbed the chain he was going to use to secure Fox then approaching the bed he pulled the sleeping bag off of Fox’s naked body and then with a sick grin he plunged his index finger into Fox as a wake up call.  The sudden pain woke Fox immediately.

“Wake up boy, you only have time to go to the out house and then be restrained. I have to go for the rest of our supplies.”  He then cut Fox free from the bed.  Fox was escorted to the outhouse and back to the cabin.

Jim picked up the light chain and encircled Fox’s waist with it.  He put a lock on the chain at the back but left it open.  He then brought out another shorter length of chain and ran it through Fox’s legs looping it in the front and locking it at the back where the other chain was encircled.  He drew the chain between his legs as tight as he could not caring if Fox was comfortable with it our not.

“It’s too tight.”  Fox took a chance and voiced his displeasure.  Jim ignored him and locked the chain to the bed frame.   He left out the front door and locked it behind him.

“God, I’ve got to figure out a way out of this.”  This refrain kept going through Fox’s head but soon it was replaced with, “What’s he going to do to me next?”  Fox shuddered at the thought he knew that his captor, he wasn’t going to dignify him with a name, was going to rape him. He’s whirling twirling thoughts exhausted him and after awhile he fell asleep but the thoughts led to nightmares which woke him sobbing in terror and he couldn’t get back to sleep.

When Jim finally returned Fox met him defeated.   Jim was delighted.  He had wanted Fox to stay off balanced as long as possible, it would make what he wanted to do next a bit easier.  Jim walked up to Fox and ordered, “STAND UP!”  Fox stood up on shaky limbs.  Jim threw a jock strap at him and commanded, “PUT THAT ON!”  Fox obeyed at once, too scared not to.   Pleased that his captive was being so obedient he tried one more command, “Place your hands on top of your head and do not move until I give you permission.” Fox obeyed again.  Jim unlocked the chains freeing him for a moment.  He pulled out a pair of canvas chaps and strapped them on Fox.  He then pulled out a work shirt, socks, and an old pair of boots and laid them on the bed.  He stood back and said, “You can take your hands down and get dressed.  You only have a few minutes and then meet me outside.  If I have to come and get you; you will be seating on the saddle with a very warm bottom.”  Jim left the cabin without a backward glance.

A few minutes later Fox stuck his head out and Jim motioned him to come to him.  “Fox this is your last chance to use the outhouse and then we will be on our way.”   Fox moved to the outhouse and after using it made another attempt at escape.  He made it as far as the bushes on the other side of the outhouse.  He was lassoed and hauled back to the clearing in front of the cabin.  Fox struggled against the rope encircling him but was unable the free himself from the rope before Jim reached him.

“Nooo, get your hands off me,” Fox cried as he kicked and fought back.  Jim paid him little attention as he lifted him to the extra large saddle and cuffed his hands to the horn of the saddle (he had drilled a hole through the horn and threaded the chain through.  At either end of the chain he solder the cuffs from Fox’s handcuffs).  He then attached the hobbles back around Fox’s ankles under the belly of the Buckskin horse.  This would keep him from falling or more likely jumping from the horse.  He fit the stirrups to Fox’s boots.  He held the reins and tied the horse to a nearby tree until he was ready to leave.  From his seat Fox could see that both the horse trailer and truck was well hidden in the barn.  Jim brought two mules that were loaded down with all of the supplies they would need to survive the upcoming winter.

Jim leaped to the saddle of the other horse, a brown and white Pinto.
He gathered the rope connecting the mules and the reins of the Buckskin and left at a lope.  Fox bounced along for sometime getting sore as the journey continued.  After an hour’s travel they came to the first incline and slow down to a walk.  Fox was so glad to be slowing down at last.  He was leaning forward in the saddle to give his sore bottom some relief.  He closed his eyes at the relief and didn’t see Jim ride along beside him or that he reached for a tube of lubrication.  Jim using skills that he had gained after many years of practice swung from his horse to Fox’s.

Before Fox could realize what was going on he felt a movement behind him and a hard object was pressed against his sore anus.  “Nooooo,” he cried as he felt a greasy hard object push against sphincter muscle in his anus.  He felt the muscle give away and felt the hard head inch it’s way in.  He turned his head and saw himself being penetrated and he screamed, “OWWWWWW, Noooooooooo, Stop, Pleaseeee.”   He struggled but it only helped the penis to slide further in.

Once Jim felt that he had a ‘foothold’ in Fox’s bottom he gave a mighty shove and found his penis completely sheath within that delightfully tight orifice.

For Fox, it felt like a hot poker and been stuck up his ass and he felt the blood running out.  “Oohhhhowwww,” Fox sobbed as he felt his most inner self being violated.  Try as he could he couldn’t dislodge the mass that he was impaled on.  Jim was content to just stay where he was for the moment.  It was so pleasant and warm.

He nudged the horse a bit and it quickened its step making Fox ride on Jim’s penis.  Every movement of the horse brought pleasure to Jim and pain and humiliation to Fox.  They came to a little clearing where Jim tied the mules to a passing branch and dropped his pinto’s reins.  He then proceeded to ride Fox hard thrusting hard and deep within him.  He kept his thrusts timed with the rhythm of the horse’s gait.  Soon he was coming deep inside of Fox’s bottom. Fox sobbed with every thrust.  When he had finished, he walked the horse back to where he had left the others and only then did he withdraw from Fox’s bottom.

He smack Fox’s bottom lightly and then dropped from the saddle.  Blood and semen leaked from Fox’s bottom as he leaned forward on the horse’s neck.  His bottom was too sore to sit upon it.  Jim led the horse over to a shaded area where he dropped the reins.  He removed the hobbles and uncuffed Fox’s hands from the horn of the saddle.  He yanked Fox from the saddle. He then leaned him forward against the saddle; blood and semen ran down his thighs.

“We will rest here until the bleeding stops.”  Jim then removed a blanket and laying it on the ground helped Fox to lie face down on it.
Fox continued to sob until he had cried himself to sleep.

Even though Fox had bleed from the violation of his body; he wasn’t hurt badly, Jim hadn’t been that all that large.  There was a little bleeding to be expected from the sudden penetration.  If Jim had gone slower Fox probably wouldn’t have bleed at all.

But that wasn’t what Jim wanted.  The blood symbolized the breaking or taking of the maidenhead.  The blood and pain was what he had wanted for Fox.  This would prove to Fox that he had been broken and that Jim was his Master now.  It had been Jim that had taken his virginity away from him.  It could never be replaced now.

He intended to ride Fox hard again before nightfall.  He intended on keeping Fox’s bottom at a constant state of soreness for the whole journey to the cabin.  If he weren’t riding him hard, he would keep him impaled on his mighty shaft for long periods of time.  It gave new meaning to the “phrase” riding double.

This was his favorite time, the breaking in of a new companion.  Fox wouldn’t have much time to himself during this period.  He would be constantly “rode” or “impaled” by Jim’s mighty shaft.  He wanted Fox to get use to the feeling of being filled.

Tonight they would share a bed with Jim implanted tightly into Fox.  The boy would have to get used to it or he would not get any sleep for the entire journey to his cabin.

After watching Fox sleep a little longer he decided that it was time for Fox’s first enema to clean him from his first encounter with him.

He went to his saddlebag and removed the enema bag and tube that were soon to be implanted in Fox’s anus.  He went to one of the mountain streams running past the clearing and filled his bag with cold clear water.  When it was full he returned to the spot he left Fox and hung the bag from a low branch.  He then withdrew the lubrication and coated the tip of the tube.  Kneeling down he gently started to insert it into Fox’s bottom, which woke him at once.  He awoke screaming and fighting what he thought was another encounter with Jim.

Jim kept Fox down and said, “Wake up boy, I’m just cleaning you out.”  Fox still didn’t like it but had finally realized the futility of fighting at that moment.  He allowed the enema to continue without fighting him further.  Soon he was squatting in the bushes and all of the semen and blood was rushing out.  He did feel a little better.  Little did he know what was in store for him for the rest of the day and night?

When Fox came out of the bushes he saw that Jim had repacked the blanket and enema kit and was waiting for him on top of the buckskin.  He had his penis out and had stroked it until it was aroused and hard.

When the realization of what was going to happen next, Fox turned tail and ran.  He didn’t get very far when Jim came riding up and grabbed him.  He pulled Fox up and over the saddle.  Fox found himself lying face down on one side of the body of the horse with his legs on the other side.  His backside was in the perfect position for a spanking and that was exactly what Jim preceded to give him.  After 12 licks Fox was pulled up to sit sidesaddle for a minute while Jim cuffed his hands to the saddle horn.  With his hands out of the way it only took Jim a minute to reposition Fox’s legs and have him once again astride the horse.

“Boy, that wasn’t very smart.  Your ‘cherry’ has been picked.  Stop fighting me as if it was still there.”

“No, I’ll never stop fighting you.  I’ll keep trying to escape until I succeed,” sobbed Fox.

Jim lost no time in preparing for his reentry into Fox’s sweet and tight orifice.  He lubricated his cock liberally before pushing Fox forward again so he could get to his bottom.  He positioned the hard head of his cock against Fox’s sore anus and pushed forcefully until he was once again lodged within.
He placed his hands on Fox’s hips and pulled forcefully back effectively impaling Fox on his cock.  Fox screamed in pain, “Oohhhhowwww,” as he found himself again impaled on Jim’s cock.  Putting an arm around Fox’s waist to steady him and keep him situated on his cock nudged his horse forward.  Fox found the gait the horse was moving in uncomfortable particularly with Jim’s cock buried so deep within his rectum.  He cried out with each step.

“Grip the horse‘s body with your knees and you won’t bounce about so much,” advised Jim as Fox continued to ride his cock, bounce up and down on it.  Fox tried to do, as he was told and he did slow down his bouncing even though he didn’t stop it completely.  All of this movement while impaled on Jim’s cock was making his anus raw.  When he didn’t think he could take anymore Jim came to an abrupt stop.

Fox looked up and finally noticed a small cabin nestled among the tall trees.  He looked closer as several people came out the front door and walked toward Jim greeting him as they came.  “Jim, you’re back and we see you brought back a new companion.”

“Hello Tom, this is Fox, my new boy.  Sorry he can’t get up at the moment since I am embedded in his sweet bottom. <Fox blushed suddenly at the mention of his present condition> It is so tight and delightful in here that I have been enjoying myself for the last hour or so.  He bounces when he rides so he has been riding my cock while on horseback.  The sensations to my cock have been wonderful.”
“Fox, this is Tom and Mark, my cousins, “ introduced Jim.  Tom was the older of the two men that came out, he smiled when he heard Fox’s first name. “ You mean you went to the big city and returned with a Fox for a companion.  That’s great”.  He was about Jim’s age.  The other man was the spitting image of Tom except that he was a head shorter.  Fox was to learn that his name was Mark and he was Tom’s younger brother.  Mark asked, “Where did you find him?”

“I got him while robbing a bank in Washington, D. C.  He was a FBI agent and tried to get the drop on me.  I liked his spunk and that decided me right then and there that he would be the one to warm my bed at night.  With his spunk I knew I wouldn’t get bored with him around.  He is a bit skittish though.”

“Why?” asked Tom.  “It seems that he isn’t real keen at having me ‘ride’ him like I have today.  I forgot to tell you that he’s a virgin. Or I should say he was up until a couple of hours ago when I relieved him of his ‘maidenhead.’ It was glorious; there I was invading virgin territory.

I knew there was treasure to find and find it I did.  There was a lot of digging to do but I was successful in the end and broke down the barrier and returned with the treasure of the land.  I left him with treasure of my own making.  It was an even trade by my book.”

They all laughed at Jim’s story, all except for Fox who was getting mad at their insensitive behavior towards him.  Jim still laughing as he remarked further, “I’m in the breaking in mode now, and you know what that means.”  Oh yes, they knew that Jim would be embedded in Fox’s bottom for nearly every opportunity for the next week at least.
Fox would learn exactly what “breaking in” meant in Jim’s vocabulary and he would learn it the hard way.  He would fight it at every turn, he wouldn’t win but he would fight.
He then leaned forward to uncuff Fox from the saddle horn.  “Oh, I hate to leave, this has been so enjoyable,” stated Jim as he began to withdraw from Fox’s bottom.  Once he popped free, he jumped down from the horse and turned to pulled Fox down.  Fox quickly grabbed the reins and kicked the horse in the side and then galloped off.

He didn’t get very far, all Jim did was whistle and the horse came to an immediate stop almost unseating Fox.  Mark ran to the horse and yanked Fox from the saddle and shook him as Jim ran up to take his possession in hand.  He bent Fox under his left arm and peppered his bottom with his right hand.  He soon had Fox dancing around trying to escape the torment.  His bottom turned a bright red and Fox was sobbing by the time Jim finished the spanking.  He then handed Fox over to Mark, “Take him back to the cabin and to strip him. Once he has been stripped, you are to chain him to one of the trees in the back.”

Jim then turned to Tom and said, “This is the sixth time he has tried to escape since I caught him.  My intention was to brand him when we got to my cabin but with all of his escape attempts, we should do it now.  Everybody up here will check out all strangers and when they see my brand on him his captor will return him to me after the customarily corporal punishment.”

“Have you decided where the brand will go?” asked Tom as they walked towards Fox.  “All of my livestock wear my brand on their right buttock and I see no reason why he can’t too.  We’ll put it on the under cheek of his right buttock.  That way I will be able to feel it whenever I enter him,” said Jim grudgingly.  Jim went to his saddlebags and withdrew the brand he intended to put on his property.  It was smaller than a regular brand since it was made for human flesh.  It was about 2 inches in length and 1 inch in width.   Tom’s mouth curled up in an unpleasant smile and they headed for the back.  Tom started a small bonfire in a special pit the rocks would heat to a hellfire temperature in a few minutes.  Then the brand would be heated while they maneuvered Fox to the stakes design to hold the “property” while it was branded. All of the slaves that the family trained had a brand.  Their brand was highly priced in the over seas market.  However, Jim was branding Fox as his “personal” property for his use only.

The three cousins stood around the fire until the brand was ready then they all walked up to Fox, who was eyeing them warily.  Before he had a chance to speak they all pounced upon him and tied him to stakes in a spread-eagled position facing the ground. Mark sat on his waist, while Tom sat on his right thigh near the knee. He was totally unprepared for the possibility of being branded until the red-hot brand was applied to his buttock. Jim had approached him from behind with the hot brand and touched his intended area lightly.  He kept it there for a total of 5 seconds and then it was removed.
When the brand first touched him Fox let out a bloodcurdling scream, “aaaahhhhhhhoooowwwww,” and kept it up until he passed out.  He was unconscious before the brand was lifted.  He lay limply on the ground.  They untied him and Jim carried him over his shoulder into the spare bedroom and deposited him on the bed.

 Tom came in with an herbal poultice, which he placed on the brand and tied in place. While he was unconscious they used a special herbal cream on Fox’s anus and in his rectum. They pulled up the cover and left him there.
When Fox woke up some time later he found himself in bed and felt a throbbing in his right lower buttock, and it all came back to him.  He cried out in anger, “Nooooo.”  His shout brought the three men into the room.  “I see that you are awake,” remarked Jim.

“You had no right doing this to me.  I’m not an animal,” cried Fox angrily.

“You’re wrong, I have every right to mark my possessions and you belong to me,” commanded Jim.

“No, I’ll never submit to you and I will escape; and when I do you will be the one in trouble,” declared Fox.
“Jim you have got to put this one in his place.” declared Tom.
Jim nodded and said, “Tomorrow you will get a lesson in what it means to be owned.  It’s time for supper now and yours will be brought in to you.  Enjoy this treatment while you can because tomorrow I am going to ride you hard and no amount of begging is going to stop it.”  They left him until after supper when he was brought a bowl of stew and a cup of water to drink with it.  He ate hungrily and by the time he had finished he noticed that the pain in his right bottom was completely gone. Whatever had been in that poultice had worked admirably.

Jim came up to Fox and said, “Since we have a long way to go tomorrow we are going to go to bed early and if you need to use the facilities it is out back.  You had better hurry since it is getting cool outside.

Fox was still nude and since he didn’t like the looks being sent his way he snatched up a blanket to wrap up in and then hurried outside.  He didn’t come back until much later.  They were just about to go after him when he walked back in.  “Fox go get in bed and warm it up, I’ll be in momentarily.”  Fox had no choice but to obey and when Jim came in about 30 minutes later he found Fox lying on one side of the bed.  After stripping down to his boxers Jim climbed in and pushed Fox over to the other side of the bed.  Fox shivered as his body moved to the cooler side of the bed.  He was startled when he felt Jim pull him back into a cuddle.  He wasn’t surprised to feel Jim’s hard shaft pressing into his most inner self and cried out at being penetrated.

Once entombed in Fox’s hot little bottom, Jim wrapped his legs around Fox’s lower body while he hugged him and in that way he fell asleep.  Fox had some trouble getting to sleep and spent some time in trying to remove himself from Jim’s clutches. He was unsuccessful in his attempt. He eventually fell into an exhausted slumber.

Early the next morning Jim withdrew from Fox’s sweet bottom and Fox was sent out to use the outhouse after dressing in the same outfit he had on when he arrived.  When he returned he able to sit at the table to eat his breakfast.  He was hungry so he consumed his meal in record time. He was then led to his horse where he found Jim waiting.  He struggled and fought the whole way to keep from being put back on that horse.  He lost the battle and soon found himself seated on the saddle with hands once again cuffed to the saddle horn and booted feet placed in the stirrups.

The last thing the brothers’ saw was Jim positioning Fox for his long ride up the mountain.  It was only moments later that they heard Fox’s cry of pain as he was again being penetrated.
Jim was in bliss as he ‘rode’ his boy into dawn’s early light.  He had promised Fox a long and hard ride to show him the true meaning of being owned.  It meant that your body belonged to your master to do with as he pleased, and to Jim it meant that he could pull nearly out before slamming back in.  He meant this as punishment.  He was enjoying spending so much time in Fox’s tight and hot little bottom.  What Fox didn’t know was that the herbal cream that had been inserted in and on his anus and rectum had a twofold task.  Not only did it soothe the soreness in his anus and rectum; the cream also allowed his anus and rectum to return to their natural state as virgin territory.

Fox was to experience this newest violation as if it had been the first. It had only been by chance that Jim had decided to use it on his first slave after his first sexual encounter with him.  He had thought of only soothing the hurt in the boy’s anus and rectum.  He had been amazed when next he entered the boy to find it as tight as before.  Now he used it liberally on all of his slave trainees.

This was Fox’s first encounter with the herbal cream and it wouldn’t be his last.  He would soon figure out the properties of the cream when applied to his anus and rectum and struggle against its application, as did all of his predecessors.

Jim rode Fox hard for the first few minutes before withdrawing part way from Fox’s bottom only to wait a moment more before slamming back in to the hilt. Fox howled at this brutal treatment, “Please stop, please, Sir.  STOP,” Jim ignored Fox’s cries and pleas and continued to ride him just as hard as before.   He repeated his earlier action and withdrew just before reaching his climax.

Fox sobbed as Jim continued to ride him, struggling to free himself from this punishing treatment.  By the time he finally came Fox was sobbing uncontrollably.  He shot his load deep in Fox and sat back feeling very satisfied.

Fox could feel the shame of being used so and vowed he would double his efforts in escaping.  His bottom was so sore and he was still impaled on his captor’s cock.  He wiped his face against his shoulder in his attempt at wiping his tears away.  He also began to take in their surroundings as they rode by.  He would need to know the best way to leave the mountain.

Jim noticed an immediate change in Fox’s body language and guessing correctly that he was planning another escape attempt.  He decided not to say a thing to Fox of the futility of his escape attempts. He knew what would happen if Fox came upon any of his neighbors in his escape attempt.  They would hold him while his pants would be lowered and they would look for all of the places he might be branded and if they found a brand Fox would be punished at the hands of his captor.

 The punishment used might consist of a hand spanking or being paddled with a number of different implements. He could expect the punishment to be applied to his backside, thighs, inner thighs, legs or anywhere from the waist down. He would most likely be returned with a very red and bruised bottom.

What Fox would also learn is that the punishment would start at the location of the capture and continue until he was handed over to his “master.”  It would probably take days for him to recover enough to be able to sit down comfortably.

Jim always made a point of consummating the punishment by embedding his hard cock in his companion’s red and bruised bottom in one mighty thrust. He would make the companion ride his shaft until he came deep in his bowels. Only then would the boy be allowed to seek comfort.

Jim was looking forward to getting to his cabin and wait for the inevitable escape attempts by his new boy, Fox to begin.  Then he would watch the entertainment unfold.

While Jim had been reminiscing the escape attempts of his earlier “boys” and outcomes of their attempts, Fox had been trying to figure out a way to get away from Jim.  He noticed that there were many places that he could hide until the search would be cancelled.  Then it would only be a matter of time that he would walk out of the mountains into civilization.  He would have to be sure to bring along blankets, food and water, and after looking at his costume he amended the list to include warm clothing as well.

After Jim had shot his load into Fox he hadn’t withdrawn but had elected to stay embedded in Fox’s sore and swollen bottom making him whimper at the gait of the horse.  Jim also decided to make up for lost time and put his horse at a faster gait, which caused Fox to howl in pain.  This faster gait caused Fox to ride Jim’s shaft again.  He tried unsuccessfully to slow down his rapid ascending and descending on Jim’s shaft.  Due to this he forced Jim to shoot yet another load deeply into his bowels.  He couldn’t catch his breath he was crying so hard.  Suddenly he couldn’t take any more and slumped unconsciously against the horse’s neck.

When Jim saw Fox slump forward he came to an immediate halt and withdrew from Fox’s swollen bottom.  He knew that the breaking in period was always harsh for his “boys” to experience but once they submitted things got easier. “I’m afraid this boy will never submit.” Jim thought. This was the first time that one of his boys had passed out during the process although and it scared him.  After dismounting from the horse, Jim pulled Fox down carefully and laid him face down on the cool grass.

He again went to his pack and pulled out a blanket to wrap around his boy.  He carefully went back to the buckskin and making him lean down so he could repositioned Fox on the saddle and holding him there he remounted.  He gathered his reins allowing the horse to get back up, and rode swiftly to the closest neighbor; he held the unconscious Fox in his arms.

When he got within yelling distance he let out a whistle to bring the family out.  “Uncle Frank, I need your help”, he said, as he got closer to the cabin.  A larger man came forth and Fox was passed to him.  “He needs your special help.  He passed out during the “process.”  He wouldn’t submit and I was forced to speed up.  He couldn’t take it and passed out about 10 minutes ago.  I brought him straight to you.”

Frank put his sleeping burden down on the first bed he came to. He carefully and gently unwrapped the blanket. He stripped Fox of all of his clothing, and then he turned his attention to the boy’s swollen anus.  He lubricated his finger and gently inserted it into Fox’s.   That brought Fox back to conscious and he screamed out and struggled to get away from the hands holding him down.  It took Jim holding him plus two other “good old boys”(Frank’s twin brothers: Jed and Ned) to hold Fox down so that Frank could treat him.

He first brought out a jar of his herbal cream and pushed a glob into Fox’s rectum.  It went to work immediately to soothe his sore rectum.  Next he rubbed some on his anus as well and then stepped away to watch the cream work its magic on Fox.

The effect of the cream was instant and Fox instantly became aware that the pain in his anus and rectum was gone.  Frank put another application on and in him.  Soon Fox was able to feel the swelling go down.  At his look of amazement Frank explained the nearly magical properties of his herbal cream.
“This cream regenerates whatever it is rubbed in or comes in contact with,” explained Fran.  When Frank got to the part of the story where the cream had the magical properties that could change damaged skin tissues back to their natural state in less than an hour’s time Fox began to put 2 and 2 together and came to the conclusion that the cream was responsible for his anus and rectum hurting so much during the last sexual encounter that Jim had forced upon him.  It had felt like the first time he had been ravaged.
“You’ve used this on me before,” accused Fox.

“Oh, yeah, there’s nothing quite like placing one’s shaft in a virgin hole and invading virgin territory.  As long as I apply this cream, within a 24-hour period, I can relive the invasion over and over again; and each time it will feel like the first time.  All I have to do is apply this cream at least an hour before I invade your sweet and tight bottom.”

As Fox listened in horror, Jim continued, “Of course, half of the experience for me is seeing what it does to you.  Your screams and whimpers are music to my ears.”  Fox groaned during the explanation knowing that he would be taken over and over again, and each time he would feel intense pains at each invasion.  Normally each time would be easier as he would be stretched; but now thanks to that cream he would have fresh mind numbing pain with each penetration.

The thought of how this cream was being used made him so angry with Jim that he struck out barely missing him.  Jim remarked with a grin, “You had better relax and get back your strength before we resume our journey home.”

Fox curled up on his side and closed his eyes, the last thing he heard was Frank telling Jim, “Come and see what I’ve carved and I have it already mounted for your use,” He slept for some time and was awaken by a hard slap to his bottom and opened one eye.  “Good, you are awake.  Dinner is being served and Frank has something for you; you are to receive it at dinner. Fox didn’t want to follow since his clothes had been removed and not returned.  Jim had to forcefully remove him from the bed.  He led him struggling to the dinner table.  He could smell something delicious come from the room ahead.  He realized that he was very hungry and very embarrassed.

They led Fox to the table and to one chair in particular.  He looked down and began to struggle to get away.  What met his eyes was an enormous wooden penis.  It had been carved to perfection, sanded smooth and polished to a high gloss.  It was fixed to the chair he was expected to sit upon.

“How do you like it, Fox?  It is a gift to you from Frank.” laughed Jim at Fox’s look of horror.  He turned to Frank and said, “Why don’t you show him the other two models?”
Frank went into the next room and reappeared carrying two more models.  One was an exact duplicate of Jim’s penis and the other was fashioned after an ice cream cone with several scoops of ice cream on top of each other.  There was a small scoop of top and then a larger one and then a larger one than that until there were five scoops all together, with the smallest on top and the largest on the bottom.

“The model attached to the chair is to be used as a form of punishment; we won’t be using it today.  Frank please unscrew it and insert this one instead,” handing over the duplicate one.  Frank eagerly exchanged it and waited for Fox to be forced on it.

Jim watched Fox out of the corner of his eye as they waited for the dinner to be placed on the table.  They were having a rabbit and squirrel stew.  One of the brothers placed a loaf of freshly baked bread with butter on the table and poured coffee all around.  They all, except for Fox, look expectantly at Jim for the games to begin.  They didn’t have to wait long.  When Frank appeared with a dish of bacon drippings, Jim liberally coated the top of the wooden penis. Before Fox could move he was placed into position, his bottom directly above the head.  He then was plunged down upon the head to the hilt.

Fox screamed at the sudden entry and continue to sob through the whole operation.  When his butt made contact with the seat of the chair he was tied loosely to it.  He now could reach for the food and drink but would be unable to lift himself off the hand carved dildo.  A bowl of stew and a couple of slices of bread was set in front for Fox and he was ordered to eat.

When he didn’t right away, he was pinched on his inner thigh.  Making a supreme effort to control his tears Fox picked up his fork and ate everything in front of him.  Eventually the intense pain that was caused by being penetrated faded to a throb and he was able to eat his dinner.  When Jim decided that he had eaten enough Fox was untied and allowed to leave the table.

Once free of that wooden penis Fox went back to the bed to await Jim’s next order.  He carefully lay upon his side, pulled the covers up to hide his nudity and cried from embarrassment.  All during dinner he had felt the eyes of Jim and his family upon him.  He had been afraid that he would be ravaged before he had finished his food.  It was all he could do to finish it and not choke.

 It was only a few minutes more when Jim called out to him.  “Fox, it is time to go and I have another surprise for you.  You will be riding alone.  We have time to make up if we want to reach the cabin before nightfall.  If you need to use the facilities now is the time.”

Fox did as he was instructed and came out in to the clearing to find Jim with his costume in hand.  “Fox hurry up and get dressed.”  When Fox was dressed he hurried to his horse and at his excitement of riding alone didn’t notice at first what had been attached to his saddle.  It was the “ice cream cone.”  He finally noticed it in mid swing and sat on it before he could stop his forward motion.  He was horrified to see the small scoop about to enter his anus; before he could get up his hands were cuffed to the saddle horn and his feet were pulled out from the stirrups.  He body weight caused him to slowly descend upon the ice cream cone dildo until his bottom engulfed it entirely.

“Yeowwwch,” screamed Fox as his bottom engulfed the dildo.  After the penetration was complete, his booted feet were placed back in the stirrups and hobbles were once again attached to his ankles preventing him from extracting himself from the dildo.
“You said I would be riding alone,” sobbed Fox.

“I’m not riding you but since you won’t submit you will be riding double all the way home.  Get used to it, boy,” and with a slap to the buckskin’s flank off they rode.
 

While Fox and Jim were starting their final leg of the journey back in D. C., the Crime Lab was trying to find some way to locate Agent Mulder.  They had the evidence collected from the site of the recovered stolen vehicle and were going over it with a fine toothcomb.  So far they found bits and pieces but not enough to identify the perpetrator.

Agent Scully was in the office of their Superior, A D Skinner when news came from the Lab.  Skinner was buzzed concerning the discovered evidence.  When he hung up he turned to Scully, “Agent Scully, that was the lab, they found a clear finger print on a piece of Mulder’s destroyed cell phone.  It won’t be enough to prosecute but it should do to identify.  They are running it through the computers hoping there will be a match.

Skinner looked closely at Agent Scully and asked, “When was the last time you got some sleep?”  When he didn’t get an answer, he continued, “You need to go to bed and get some sleep.  You won’t do Mulder any good if you run yourself down.  We need you to be 100% if we are to find him.  Dana this is a request, don’t make me make it an order!”
She nodded accepting the request, “You will call me when you find something, won’t you sir?”  “Dana, as soon I hear I’ll let you know, I promise.  Now go get some sleep.”

“Yes, sir,” she said wearily, leaving before Skinner could see the tears in her eyes.  She missed her best friend and partner.
 

Fox and Jim started the journey at a gallop until they reached the next incline and then they were forced to go slower.  The gallop had caused Fox a lot of pain by causing him to ride the dildo at a faster speed than he wanted.  The ice cream shape caused his rectum to experience strange sensations.  So when Jim called a halt he sighed in relief until the horse began to climb over uneven ground causing Fox to ride the dildo all the way to the top and then back down again at a slower rate so that he felt every scoop from smallest to largest.  To Fox’s shame and horror the sensations were causing him to get hard.
They rode straight on to the cabin; Jim had time to make up.  He wanted to be able to sleep in his own bed tonight, but after watching Fox for a little while decided that he probably be sleeping in it alone.  The boy was going to be too tired and sore to do anything other than sleep tonight.

The stopped just two times on the way and both times were for the animals to have a breather.  Fox wasn’t allowed to dismount.  Then they rode until in the twilight Jim saw his cabin nestled in the trees, camouflaging it from above. Fox was slumping in the saddle trying to find a comfortable spot but with that ice-cream shaped dildo embedded in his rump he was unable to find any.

He knew that Fox would need help in getting off the horse and into the cabin, for that reason he decided to keep Fox in the saddle until he had finished unloading the mules and caring for the animals.  He even made Fox wait until all of the supplies and gear had been taken into the cabin and put away and the generator turned on.  When all that was left was for him to take care of the buckskin and get Fox in the cabin he relented and took the hobbles off Fox and uncuffed his hands from the saddle horn. An amused chuckle escape from Jim as his hand brushed Fox’s erection when he lifted him off the dildo and down from the horse.  “So you are going to get used to this life.”  Jim was almost beaming.  Fox was shattered that his body was reacting against his will.  “I don’t want this life but some things are just normal bodily reactions.”  This brought a scowl to Jim’s face and earned Fox a slap on his raw backside.

Jim half carried him into the cabin and deposited him face down on his bed.  He stripped off all of his clothes baring his bottom to the cool air in the cabin.  He moistened a towel with cool water and laid the wet towel on Fox’s red and sore bottom. The hard ride had reddened Fox’s bottom to a cherry red, just as if he had been freshly spanked.  Riding the dildo had produced a very sore anus and rectum.

Between the soreness in his hindquarters and the tiredness of the whole journey, Fox was sobbing again.  Jim took one look at Fox and decided that what he needed was a soak in a herbal bath and another application of the mystical herbal cream and a good night’s rest for him to recover from the hard journey.

He left Fox there crying and went to prepare the bath.  Since the generator hadn’t time to build up enough of a charge to heat the hot water in the electric water heater he had to use the fireplace.

He first built a fire in the fireplace, and then he lit a fire in the wood burning stove. He went into the bathroom and began to fill the tub with cold water.  He filled a large pot with water from the sink and combining it with special herbs, that would help to ease muscles and take the soreness out of his body, and put it on the stove to heat.  Once they had steamed long enough the contents were added to the tub.  The water was luke warm so Jim heated up another large pot of water that was added when boiling.

When the water was ready, Jim went back to Fox and lifted him and carried him to the tub and gently placed him into the water.  This woke Fox immediately.  “Fox you are to stay and soak until the water turns cold, do you understand me?”  Fox nodded too tired to even speak.

Jim left him to prepare something for supper.  He opened a can of chicken and noodle soup, he figured that he would be lucky to get a bowlful into Fox, but he would try.  He then went up to the loft where another bed normally used for the slave trainees to recover from their “training.” and changed the sheets, this was to be Fox’s room.  He pulled back the covers, making it ready for use as soon as Fox arrived.

He wanted the bed to be warmed for Fox so he returned to the fireplace and removed the bed warmer and put in a few warm coals and returned it to Fox’s bed and put it between sheets and blankets.  By the time Fox got in bed the sheets would be warm.

By the time he returned to the tub he found Fox lightly dozing and the water was cool to the touch.  He had left another large pot of water warming on the stove, which he now added to the tub so that Fox could bathe.  Seeing that Fox was too tired to do anything, Jim got on his knees and proceeded to give Fox a very thorough bath, he doesn’t miss a spot.  He even washed Fox’s hair.

When he was finished he pulled Fox to a standing position and helped him to step on a towel that he had placed there.  It was like Fox was sleepwalking, he did not take notice of what was being done to him.  Once Jim has Fox up and dripping on the towel, he produces another towel and proceeds to dry him off.  He started with the hair and works his way downward.  He didn’t stop until the bottom of each foot is dried.

Finished drying his property, Jim takes the still nude Fox to the kitchen table and sits him down.  When he returns a minute or two later with a soft blanket to cover up in, he finds him asleep with his head resting on his arms.  Jim went ahead and engulfed Fox in the folds of the blanket.  He brought a mug of soup to the table and says, “ Fox, wake up,” shaking him as he speaks.  Fox opened one eye and asks, “Why?”  Jim replies with, “Because you have got to get some nourishment in you before you go to bed.”  Fox considered the words before pulling himself up into a sitting position.  Jim then began to feed him by hand.  Fox was barely awake and he ate it by rote.  Whenever Jim but a spoonful of soup to his mouth he ate it until the whole mug was gone.  Jim also gave him a glass of water to drink and Fox took a couple of swallows before putting the glass down and signaling to Jim that he was finished.

Before taking Fox to bed he takes him to the bathroom and when he comes out a few minutes later Jim says, “Okay, Fox lets put you to bed.  I just have to medicate your bottom.  We can do that up in your bedroom in the loft and then you can go to sleep.  Just follow me.”

All Fox heard was bed and sleep and gave Jim a tired smile and wearily followed him upstairs.  Jim got the bed ready for Fox.  He removed the bed warmer so when Fox finally arrived he was ushered into bed.  Jim helped him to lie on his stomach.  Fox was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.  Jim covered him with the covers and left him to sleep.  What Fox didn’t know was that Jim had added several sleep inducing herbs into his soup.  Jim wanted him to be in a deep sleep when he returned to treat his bottom.

An hour later Jim returned with the magical herbal cream, which he warmed up to liquid form, it would make applying it much easier.  He pulled the covers back and parted his legs and first rubbed some of the cream on his anus.  Then he gently inserted two fingers, which he first rubbed with the cream, into Fox’s anus and pulled it a part enough so he could pour the lukewarm liquid herbal cream into his rectum.  He poured a fair amount into it and gently massaged it into the sore skin of his inner self.

While he was at it he also rubbed some of the cream into his red and sore bottom and inner thighs.  He noted that the brand had healed nicely and you could see the design of the brand clearly.  It was the same brand that was on his horses.  The brand’s design was that of a fox cub.  He had owned an orphan fox when he had been a boy and when the fox had be taken from him he had vowed to always use that design on all of his possessions.  When Fox had told him his name he knew that this boy was sent to him. He had finally had his fox returned to him.  All he would have to do now is train this Fox to be the companion he wanted him to be.

(To be continued in the sequel: Have Fox Will Travel)
 

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