Lady Midath's Fan FictionDisclaimer:If Chris wants them, then he came come and 
get 'em, heheheh.
X-Files BDSM slash M/K and later Sk
Rated NC17 for Bondage and Discipline, m/m sex and lashings of angst.
Spoilers:Not that I know of.
*Please not that Alex Krycek still has both arms*
Slave
When the feelings gone and you can't go on slave
When things ain't right you want to stay all night slave
When the feelings gone and you can't go on slave
When things ain't right don't give up the fight slave
Slave by James Reyne
Slave
I don't know how long I have been lying here for, belly down, my reddened bottom 
up and on full display for my master's enjoyment, my face, still wet with tears 
buried into the large overstuffed bean bag that supports my tired aching body.

I can hear the football game on the wide screen television as my master sits, 
feet propped up in the coffee table, a big bowl of popcorn nearby. I lay on the 
beanbag beside the lounge chair where he sits and every now and again he reaches 
down to ruffle my hair or stroke gentle soothing circles on my back.

He loves to touch me, to play with my hair, or my cock and my balls, he loves to 
run his tongue over my nipples, listening as I gasp out in a mixture shock and 
pleasure as his tongue caresses one my my most sensitive parts.

But today he is displeased with me, I was disobedient and willful and that is 
why I am lying here on the huge beanbag sporting a blistered behind.

I am crying, but not so much because of my stinging bottom, but because I have 
displeased my master and that is a worse pain than any I can think of. And I 
have known some terrible pain in my life...

It wasn't always this way, there was a time where I fought him every inch of the 
way through my training, hating him and fearing him, and wanting nothing more 
than escape. But that was long ago...
Past
Skinner sighed as he sat back in his chair, he simply could not believe the 
little bastard walked. After all the evidence that they had managed to gather, 
all the information and the work that they had put in, and the court had let 
Alex Krycek walk away.

Not enough evidence, there was no proof, that's what they had said. Skinner, 
Mulder and Scully had sat in the courtroom, a mixture of shock, outrage and 
sheer disbelief on their faces.

Pressure had been brought to bear, that's what had happened, Skinner was certain 
of it. Somehow CSM and the rest of the Consortium had got to the judge, Christ, 
it had never even got past the hearing stage and into a proper trial. 

And the little rat bastard had walked out of there, a smirk planted on his face. 
He knew that no one could touch him.

Skinner had watched him go, a mixture of rage and helplessness welling up inside 
him, but it had been Mulder that had really let loose.

"Fucking son of a bitch!" He had yelled, then launched himself straight at 
Krycek, who stood, head cocked slightly, a look of amusement on his handsome 
face. 

It had taken all of Skinner's not inconsiderable strength to hold Mulder back.

"Calm down." He had ordered the incensed man. "Mulder, let him go, there's 
nothing else you can do."

Mulder stopped, turning to give Skinner a strange look. "Isn't there?" He 
replied, then turned and stalked away, leaving both Skinner and Scully to stare 
after him.
Master
My poor little slave, how miserable he is lying there beside me, his gorgeous 
long body draped over the beanbag, his well spanked backside within reach of my 
hand. I lean down now to place a well aimed swat to his bare cheek, enjoying the 
gasp and the little broken hearted sob that follows.

He knows that he has made me unhappy with him today, just as he knows that he 
deserved the spanking that I administered, that I enjoyed administering. Feeling 
him buck and struggle across my lap, hearing his sobs and pleas for mercy. That 
is what makes it all worthwhile, knowing that he is mine, and that he belongs to 
me forever...
Past
Mulder climbed out of his car, making sure that it was securely locked behind 
him.

The apartment was quiet, the only noise coming from the low burble of the fish 
tank. He switched on the t.v, wondering if there might be a game on or 
something.

Instead there was an old black and white movie, he let it play, more for 
background noise then anything else. He wandered into the kitchen, searching 
around for something to eat, as usual, the cupboards were bare.

He sighed, briefly thought about ordering take out, then decided to go to his 
favourite Chinese restaurant instead.

The restaurant was nearly empty by the time he got there. The waitress, a young 
Asian woman with a beautiful smile showed him to his table.

After ordering, he looked around the richly decorated room, and froze, there at 
the bar was Krycek, that son of a bitch was sitting on a stool, elbows propped 
up on the polished surface of the bar, a drink in front of him. He had not seen 
Mulder enter the restaurant.

Pure rage built up inside Mulder, just the sight of Krycek sitting there 
enjoying a drink after everything that he had done.

He should be sitting in a jail cell, not on a barstool Mulder thought furiously. 
He thought abut going over there to confront him, but suddenly a sly smile 
crossed his face. Or maybe there was another way he could make the little prick 
pay for everything that he had done.

He got up from the table and slipped out of the door, Krycek had not seen him, 
he was still sitting there talking to the girl behind the bar, probably dazzling 
her with his charm, Mulder thought dourly.

It did not take long for the rat to leave the restaurant. He sauntered out of 
the door, hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, whistling a 
jaunty tune under his breath.

"Hi there Alex, fucked anyone over lately?"

Krycek froze at the sound of the voice, a chilling familiar voice. "Mulder?" He 
turned around, straight into the barrel of a gun.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hissed. Mulder shrugged. "What are 
you doing Alex? Following me?"

Krycek looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You were sitting in that Chinese restaurant, I saw you."

Krycek stared at Mulder for a moment, hands raised in the air. "So what, I go 
there all the time."

Mulder's lips quirked up. "Ironic isn't it Krycek, that I should just happen to 
bump into you at a restaurant of all places."

"Yeah." Krycek replied coldly. "A real laugh, but as much as I am enjoying this, 
I really have to be one my way right now."

"Trust me ratboy, you aren't going anywhere." Mulder's smile was positively 
grim. He waved his gun at the younger man. "Let's go somewhere quiet where we 
can talk."
Slave
"Well my sweet little slave, are you going to be good now, or are you in need of 
another reminder?"

I turn my head in the direction of my master, I love his voice, the low timbre, 
the gentle tones. Wordlessly I nod, I have not been given permission to speak.

He snaps his fingers and beckons me over to his side, I obey instantly and he 
smiles, making my stomach flutter, I have pleased him.

I hang my head, staring at his shoes, the same shoes that I polished this 
morning. I feel his fingers curling under my chin, lifting my head up. I look 
straight into his deep shining eyes. Beautiful eyes, eye I could lose myself in 
forever.

"Who am I slave?"

"You are my master." I respond.

He nods, satisfied. He knows that I have accepted my place with him, and why 
not, it's not like there is anywhere else that I'd rather be...is there?
Past
Krycek was sitting on a chair, his hands and feet bound together, manacled to 
the arms and legs of the chair by handcuffs. A makeshift gag had been shoved 
into his mouth. He watched as Mulder moved around the small untidy apartment, 
his restless movements betrayed his nervousness. He was as tightly wound as a 
watch.

"So now that I have you ratboy, what do I do with you?"

Krycek stared at him, green eyes sparking with a mixture of rage and fear.

"The trouble is I can't let you go." Mulder continued speaking more to himself, 
then Krycek.

"If I do, you'll go back to your buddies at the Consortium, you'll continue to 
torture AD Skinner, not to mention Scully, and then there's all the shit that 
you've done to me."

He turned to Krycek, his face thoughtful. "No, there's no way I can ever let out 
of here Alex, you're just too dammed dangerous. It would have been better if 
they had jailed you, you know, but that's never going to happen. I guess your 
bosses are too scared about what you'll say in order to make a nice little deal 
for yourself."

Krycek made a noise behind the gag, his eyes had become wider, verging on panic 
now. Frantically he shook his head, long hair flopping over his eyes.

Mulder glanced at him, his eyes had become cool, detached, his brilliant mind 
had started turning over various possibilities now.

Krycek had gone very still now, his eyes never leaving Mulder's face, suddenly 
he realized that he was in a lot deeper shit than he originally thought.

Suddenly Mulder smiled. He walked over to where the other man was sitting. He 
leaned down to stare directly into those beautiful green eyes.

"I have the perfect solution Alex." He said, a smile touching his lips. "The 
absolutely perfect solution to this little problem of mine." He whispered into 
Krycek's ear.

Krycek closed his eyes, finally giving way to the feelings of terror and despair 
that had been steadily building up inside of him, tears glimmered in the corners 
of his eyes. He's crazy. He thought, frightened by the realization. Mulder's 
finally tipped the scale into cuckoo land.

There had been a time when the thought of Mulder losing his mind would have 
amused him, but now, sitting here, bound and gagged, it didn't seem quite so 
funny.

Suddenly Mulder reached down and stroked Krycek's unshaven cheek, feeling the 
stubble rasp beneath his hand.

"Your going to pay for all the terrible things that you have ever done Ratboy." 
Mulder said, his voice strangely, almost frighteningly gentle.

Krycek tried to jerk his head away from the unnerving touch of his enemy's hand, 
and earned himself a hard slap to the face for his trouble.

Krycek's head rocked back and he gasped, his cheek flushed red from the blow. 
Mulder's finger traced the mark. He nodded, pleased, it was a start.
Master
I watch as my slave moves around the spacious living room, doing little chores 
that I have set him. Some light dusting, straightening things, nothing too 
strenuous, after all, my slave is not here to work himself to death over dirty 
dishes, no his job, his whole life, is centered on pleasing me, in bed and out.

Every now and again he lifts his head up, looking over in my direction, needing 
to gauge his master's mood. I nod my approval and the sun comes out on his 
beautiful face, making my heart stop for a moment, then slowly it begins to beat 
again.

How did I ever fall in love with this stunning creature that walks around naked, 
for when we are home, I never allow him clothes, after all why hide perfection?

When was it exactly that I fell in love with him? I ask myself this as I watch 
him run the duster over the sideboard, he stretches up to straighten a painting, 
the muscles in his long lean back rippling.

"Slave." I summon him. "Come to me."

Obediently he walks over to where I am sitting, his bare feet padding across the 
floor. He kneels at my feet.

"Slave, give me a blow job." I order him. My sweet little slave instantly 
responds. He carefully pulls the zipper of my trousers down and takes my now 
hardening penis into his mouth. I close my eyes as he runs his tongue over the 
piss slit on the tip of my cock, then he takes my whole penis into the hot wet 
depths of his mouth, his hand playing with my balls.

Suddenly I can no longer hold my orgasm and I come, shooting semen into his 
mouth. My gorgeous slave doesn't miss a drop. He licks me clean and then tucks 
me back into my pants once more.

He stands up and I can see that he now is fully erect, penis bobbing as he 
moves. He looks at me, his eyes filled with silent pleading, but he knows better 
than to touch himself, doing that would earn himself a lengthy session in the 
punishment room, a place he has learned to avoid as much as possible.

Smiling, I leaned over and take him in my own mouth, god, the taste of him, it 
makes my head spin with pleasure. I suck him until he spasms in my mouth, I 
swallow the sweetness that is him and once again he kneels in front of me, his 
eyes shining with love and gratitude.

"Master." He whispers. "My master...mine."

And he has never spoken a truer word
Past
Krycek lay on the floor naked, he had been forced to remove all his clothes at 
gunpoint, even his boxers. Mulder had gone out for a couple of hours, after 
making sure that his captive had been securely handcuffed and gagged.

He had come back with a load of parcels and bags from various shops. He dumped 
them down in front of Krycek, who stared at them, curiosity and fear vying for 
place in his eyes.

Mulder smiled at him, obviously pleased with the purchases he had made.

Kneeling on the floor, he opened the bags and took out different articles, 
holding each one up so that Krycek could get a good look at them.

"So, what do you think Alex? Does this all meet with your approval, it should, 
after all, it cost enough."

Alex shook his head frantically, his voice muffled behind the makeshift gag. 
Mulder walked over to where the younger man was stretched out. He reached around 
and undid the gag.

"You crazy godammed fucker Mulder, you are out of your fucking mind!" Krycek 
yelled. "You can't do this, you can't keep me here...mmpphh."

Mulder shoved the gag back into his mouth once more, abruptly cutting off the 
flow out outraged words.

"These a just a few little things that I needed to to start you off on your 
training Alex, that's all." Mulder told him soothingly. "Nothing to get upset 
about."

Alex stared at him, his eyes had taken on an almost desperate look now.

Mulder took out the thick heavy dog collar and length of sturdy chain, carefully 
he placed it around Krycek's neck. After making sure that it was neither loose 
enough for him to slip out of, or tight enough to choke, he snapped the chain 
onto the ring on the front of the collar.

He then measured the length of chain out, securing it with a large padlock to 
the radiator in the corner of the flat.

Mulder then opened a large parcel, taking out a well padded sleeping bag. He 
unrolled it near the radiator. "There you go Alex, a nice warm bed for you to 
sleep on."

Krycek glared at him, pure hatred radiating from every pore in his now rigid 
body.

Mulder walked back over to where his prisoner was laying. He had another length 
of chain with sturdy looking cuffs on either end.

"Here you go." Mulder soon had Krycek's ankles encased in the cuffs, a few 
inches of chain separating them so he could walk around the room. The next set 
went around his naked waist, held in place by a wide leather belt that sat snug 
around his torso. The cuffs for his wrists were attached to the belt, he could 
not lift his arms any higher than his chest.

"There, that's much better now Alex, don't you agree?" Mulder stepped back, 
admiring his handiwork. Krycek, hauled himself to his feet, chains clanking as 
he moved. He suddenly threw his whole body backwards, yanking at the chains, but 
to no avail. Krycek snarled, the sound of a cornered animal. Mulder nodded, yes 
this was working out quite nicely so far.

"Alex, stop it this instant." He ordered the other man. "There's no way you can 
get out of those restraints, and you'll only end up hurting yourself, and that I 
will not allow to happen."

Krycek spun around, the ankle chains swung against his legs with the sudden 
violent movement and he nearly fell over.

Once again Mulder took the gag out and tossed it onto the nearby desk that was 
covered in old files and books.

"Mulder, please you can't...this is crazy, you can't just chain me up like 
this..." Krycek was babbling. "Look, this isn't you, this isn't anything like 
you. I know that you are a decent and fair man..."

Mulder listened to the terrified pleading for a little while, then he shook his 
head. Was all this begging coming from the cold blooded assassin that he had 
come to know and hate? From the same man that murdered his father, then tried to 
frame him for it? The same man that had blackmailed Skinner with the nanocytes, 
actually causing him to die on the operating table merely to bring him back to 
back in order to torture him some more.

"Enough Alex!" Mulder cut in. Krycek stopped instantly, eyeing his enemy with 
real trepidation.

"What makes you think that you can plead for mercy, after everything that you've 
done?"

"Mulder please." Sweat was beginning to trickle down the side of Krycek's face 
now, his eyes were wide real fear peeking out from them.

"The way that you hurt Scully." Mulder continued implacably. "And what the hell 
did she ever do to you Alex? Nothing, she never hurt you in anyway, but you took 
great delight in hurting here, helping kill her sister..."

"That was an accident." Krycek protested desperately. "We were suppose to kill 
her, not her sister." He stopped, horrified and what he had just revealed.

"I...it was an accident." He continued weakly. Mulder nodded thoughtfully.

"And what about Skinner, all the shit that you did to him, hey Alex, or was that 
an accident as well?"

"It was Spender that made me do it." Krycek said, his voice was beginning to 
tremble. "It was him that had Skinner infected with the nanocytes, it was him 
that gave me the palm pilot. I didn't want to do it. I liked Skinner, but I had 
no choice, I had my orders I had to...don't you see Mulder? I had to."

"Sorry Alex, it doesn't wash. You could have walked away anytime, you know 
that."

"Walked away!" Krycek nearly shrieked. "How could I have, you don't know these 
people Mulder. You can't just walk away, no one ever walks away. These men, they 
are dangerous, and utterly ruthless, they would have hunted me down, killed me. 
There was no way I could have walked. No way in the world."

"Why didn't you come to me, or Skinner?" Mulder asked, wearily. "You could have 
told us, we could have helped you, protected you from them. I trusted you Alex. 
I thought that you were on my side, and then you betrayed me like the little rat 
bastard that you are."

"I wanted too Mulder." Krycek told him. "I wanted to, but I couldn't, I...I was 
too scared, of what they would do to me, you have to believe me Mulder, 
everything I did, it was because I was forced too."

Mulder shook his head almost sadly. "I wish I could believe you Alex, but the 
truth of it is, I don't. You have told too many lies, fucked over to many 
people. People that I cared about, people that I love. No, you have to be made 
to pay for what you did you bastard, and I intent to be the one that sees that 
you do."

"Then why don't you just kill me then?" Krycek asked angrily.

"Because Alex, death is not a punishment." Mulder replied softly. "It's a 
release."

Krycek stared at Mulder for a moment, then lowered his head. There has to be a 
way out of this. He thought desperately. There has to be. But one look in 
Mulder's cold pitiless eyes told him the truth of his predicament, there was no 
way Mulder as going to let him leave the apartment...not alive anyway.
Slave
I lie here on the long couch, my head on my master's lap, eyes half closed, not 
really watching the movie on the television. I can feel my master's fingers comb 
through my hair, gently, lovingly. I love the way he touches me, how gentle his 
long shapely hands can be, the same hands that spank me when I do wrong, the 
same hands that wipes away my tears, that brushes my hair each night before we 
go to bed, the same hands that hold me when we make love.

"Slave." He whispers to me. "Slave." I open my eyes and stare into his, and 
there I see so many things, the pride of ownership, the sternness of a master 
speaking to his slave and most of all...the tenderness of love.
Past
Alex, wake up."

Krycek awoke with a jerk. He was not sure how long he had been asleep inside the 
sleeping bag for. Slowly he sat up, then groaned as all his muscles protested. 
As warm as the sleeping bag was, there was not much padding between him and the 
hard floor.

"Do you need the bathroom?" Mulder asked. He was wide awake, standing over 
Krycek wearing jeans and a tee-shirt.

Krycek nodded, then winced at the pain at the back of his neck. Moving 
painfully, he climbed to his feet. The chains clinked softly as he shuffled 
towards the bathroom, then was pulled up short. He had come to the length of his 
chain, literally.

He turned to stare at Mulder. "Okay, what do I do now?" He asked not bothering 
to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Mulder took a long black leash from a drawer and undoing the chain, snapped the 
dog leash on the collar. He then led Krycek over to the bathroom.

Krycek shuffled over to the toilet, then glanced at Mulder, who was still 
holding the leash.

"Do you mind Mulder." He snarled. "A little privacy here please."

Mulder smiled at him. "Since when did slaves rate any privacy Alex?" He replied, 
he pointed towards the toilet bowl. "Now do your business slave, I haven't got 
all morning, we have things to do today."

Krycek shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but not really succeeding. He held 
his penis over the bowl and soon a long stream of urine hit the white porcelain. 
He finished and flushed the toilet, then shuffled over to the sink to wash his 
hands.

"That's it." He remarked and went to walk to the bathroom door, when he was 
pulled up short by a rough tug on the leash.

"You are not finished yet slave." Mulder told him. Krycek stared at him for a 
moment, not quite comprehending Mulder's meaning.

"What?"

With a another hard tug, Krycek was pulled back over to the toilet.

"Sit down." Mulder ordered him. Krycek stared at the other man as though he had 
lost his mind.

"What for?" He asked, confused. Suddenly Mulder reached over and grabbed 
something off the side of the bathtub. It was a long handled wooden bathbrush, 
he pointed it towards the toilet. "Sit down now."

Krycek's face coloured up. "Go and fuck yourself Mulder." He replied and cold 
measured tones.

Suddenly, he was spun around and he felt an explosion of pain against his left 
buttock. Krycek yelped, more out of shock than the pain of the blow, even though 
it stung like hell.

"I won't tell you again. Sit!"

Krycek turned and shot a deadly glare at Mulder, only to earn himself another 
spank with the brush, with time connecting with his right cheek.

Resentfully, Krycek lowered himself down onto the toilet, lowering the seat 
first.

Mulder looped the leash around the thick pipe at the back of the cistern and 
tied it in place, ensuring that Krycek could not get up from the toilet.

Krycek watched as Mulder left the bathroom, wondering what the hell the crazy 
bastard was up to now.

It did not take long for Mulder to return, he was holding a silver and blue 
shopping bag.

He started taking the items out. Krycek recognized the enema bag immediately and 
paled.


Mulder quickly prepared the bag, following the instruction carefully. He then 
took a tube of lubricant and snapping on a pair of latex gloves, he grabbed the 
back of Krycek's neck and bent him down so his arse was lifted up of the toilet. 
Keeping a firm hold, he applied the lube to the tight opening of his anus.

"Mulder, please...what are..."Krycek's words to cut off by another sharp slap to 
his bare backside.

The next thing he knew, he could feel the nozzle of the enema bag and warm soapy 
water rushed into his colon, flooding him.

The nozzle was removed and he felt his buttocks squeezed together. He gasped 
with the need to expel the water.

"Hold it for a moment." Mulder ordered. Krycek moaned, he felt like he was going 
to burst.

Suddenly his buttocks were released and he was sat upright on the toilet. 
Everything in his bowels were expelled and he groaned with relief.

He was leaned forward once more and he felt the warm roughness of a washcloth as 
his anus was thoroughly wiped.

Mulder pulled the gloves off and tossed them into a nearby trash bin. He then 
put the bag and lube into the medicine chest and threw the washcloth into the 
dirty clothes hamper.

He untied the leash and led the now furiously blushing young man back into the 
living room.

Krycek's leash was taken off and he was chained once more to the radiator.

"Hungry?" Mulder asked him cheerfully. Krycek stared at him for a moment, then 
slowly nodded.

"Great, so am I." Mulder disappeared into the kitchen and soon Krycek could here 
him moving about, soon the tantalizing smell of bacon and eggs tweaked his 
nostrils and his mouth began to water.

"Breakfast is ready." Mulder announced cheerfully. He placed a bowl of water and 
another bowl of porridge in front of him on the floor.

"Hey, what about a spoon or something!" Krycek yelled as Mulder walked back into 
the kitchen. There was no answer and presently, Mulder returned bearing a plate 
laden with bacon and eggs and a cup of coffee.

"I'm not eating this shit." Krycek snapped, pushing the bowl of porridge away, a 
little of it slopped over onto the floor.

"Too bad slave, that's all your getting." Mulder replied as he sat down at the 
table and proceeded to dig into his own breakfast.

Krycek glared at him furiously for a moment, then he kicked out at the porridge 
with both his manacled feet. The bowl went flying across the floor, spraying 
porridge everywhere.

"Fuck you asshole." Krycek sneered. Mulder said nothing, he calmly ate the food 
that he had purchased yesterday, finishing every scrap, fully aware of Krycek 
waiting for him to make his next move.

He carried his plate and cup into the kitchen, then came out with a rag and 
picking up the bowl, he wiped up every bit of the spilled food.

After that was done, he took one of the unwrapped parcels that he had brought 
home with him yesterday and slowly unwrapped it. Krycek blanched when he saw 
what it was.

The cane was long and thin, but sturdy looking all the same. Mulder took his 
time studying it, turning it over in his hands, running his palm along the 
length of it.

Mulder nodded, satisfied, then walked over to where Krycek was crouching.

"No...no, Mulder, you can't!" Krycek's voice rose with real fear as he back 
away. Sweat beaded his brow now.

Mulder reached down and hauled the younger man to his feet. "Come on Alex, up 
you get. I think a little lesson is in order, don't you?"

"Get your fucking godammed hands off me you fucking prick!" Krycek tried to 
struggle out of Mulder's grip, but the restraints restricted his movements, 
rendering his struggles useless.

He was dragged over to a battered looking old easy chair and flung over the back 
of it, Krycek wriggled frantically, but he was stuck, bottom up over the back of 
the chair.

"Please Mulder." He begged, tears gathering in his eyes. "Please, don't do 
this...I'll eat your shitty porridge, anything just don't owwwch!" He screeched 
as the cane impacted against the soft flesh of his arse.

"No, please...oww...ouch...that hurts...oh fuck...owwwch!"

Mulder continued to bring the cane down onto the madly wriggling bottom. Soon 
six stripes glowed red against the usually pale skin on the now sobbing young 
man.

"There, now are you going to eat what I give you?" Mulder asked in a no nonsense 
voice. Gasping with tears, Krycek nodded.

Mulder helped him to his feet and half walked half carried the weeping man over 
to the sleeping bag near the radiator.

He laid Krycek down and then walked back into the kitchen. He filled another 
bowl with the now cold porridge and carried it back to Krycek.

He placed the bowl in front of him on the floor. "Now eat." He lifted the cane 
he was still holding, making sure that Krycek got the message.

"I haven't got a spoon." Krycek told him, his voice dull, he looked up at his 
tormentor with red swollen eyes.

"And what makes you think that slaves deserve to use cutlery?" Mulder replied. 
"Knifes, forks and spoons are a privilege that has to be earned. Now eat...or 
else." With that, he lifted the cane up. Visibly gulping, Krycek knelt down and 
began to lap up the food.
Master
I can feel the warmth of my slave's body as he lies next to me in my bed...our 
bed, there was a time that I would not have allowed him to share my bed, not for 
the entire night anyway.

No, his place had been on the sleeping bag, or later, the futon that I purchased 
for him as he slowly earned his privileges one by painful one. 
But now I allow him to sleep beside me, I love the way he curls up against me, 
snuggling in like a small child. I can hear his breathing steady and low. In and 
out...in and out. He always sleeps well after we have made love, him obediently 
offering any orifice to me, his mouth, his arse. I smile well pleased with my 
sweet little slave. All the time that it took me to train him, all the time he 
spent fighting me with all the spirit that he possessed. But now he is mine, and 
I adore him more than anything in the world, even more than myself...
Past
Mulder sat at the desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he went 
through his morning mail. It was Saturday so he did not have to be at work. He 
had intended to take a drive out to the small town Jackson Creek, there had been 
some sightings of UFO's the last couple of nights and he wanted to check it out, 
but he decided against it, after all, he had more important things to do.

He glanced over at Krycek, who was now curled up on the sleeping bag, head 
resting on his arms. After the caning, Mulder thought it best to allow his slave 
to rest for awhile, but now it was time to start the process of breaking him 
down. For that was what Mulder truly intended to do, break Alex Krycek down 
completely and then remold him into an obedient and willing slave.

That was the whole purpose here now.

"Slave."

Krycek did not move. Mulder stood up. "Slave!" He said, his voice louder now.

Krycek's eyes fluttered open, he looked groggy and confused for a moment, then 
slowly he sat up.

"You've rested enough." Mulder said. "Now, I want to start your training 
straight away, but first, there is something that I want to do."

Warily Krycek watched as Mulder took out more of those insidious bags and 
parcels. He opened another blue and silver bag and took out what looked to 
Krycek to be several gold and silver rings.

Mulder laid them out on the desk then another parcel revealed a strange looking 
instrument.

Krycek frowned, then his face drained of all colour as he recognized what it 
was. A gun that tattooists and body artists used to do piercings for people.

Krycek swallowed hard as he watched while Mulder carefully prepared everything. 
He had made sure he had read up on all of this on the Internet, then he had 
spoken at length to the large bearded man that had sold him all the equipment 
that he needed.

He then walked over to where Krycek was standing and grabbed him by the collar 
and hauled him roughly over to the table, forcing him to lay down He then took 
some straps that he had laid out and secured him to the polished surface, making 
sure that he could not move.

Krycek watched, his breath coming in hard little pants as Mulder carefully 
sterilized Krycek's left nipple, then pinching it, he inserted the needle, 
pushing it through the flash. Krycek's face contorted with pain. Mulder threaded 
the little gold and silver ring through it, snapping it closed. Then he did the 
same with the right nipple.

Krycek shuddered with pain, gritting his teeth. Then Mulder took that needle out 
and inserted another. He sterilized both Krycek's ear lobes and soon tiny little 
gold stubs shone against the golden skin.

"Fuck. Krycek gasped. Both his nipples stung, and now his ear lobes, what the 
hell was next?

Another needle was inserted and this time Krycek's navel was clamped and 
pierced, a gold and silver ring like the ones adorning his nipples were inserted 
was locked shut.

With the piercings finished, Mulder then took two wide slave wrist bands made of 
soft leather were placed on both his wrists and locked into place, then a wide 
gold band with the word Slave engraved on it was placed around his neck, just 
above the dog collar.

The straps were loosed and Krycek was allowed to sit up. Mulder lifted him to 
his feet, placing him firmly on the floor. He stepped back to admire his 
handiwork. The gold and silver shone against his chest with a soft glow.

"Great," he said cheerfully. Krycek stared at him, green eyes filled with rage, 
and something else, Mulder was not sure, but it could have been cold 
speculation.

Mulder ignored it. He took out another blue and silver bag. Krycek wondered just 
how many of the dammed things he had bought home with him yesterday.

This time it was a black leather harness. It fitted over Krycek's lean well 
muscled body like a second skin. Mulder noticed the scars that covered the 
younger man's body as he fitted the harness onto him. He traced one long thin 
scar with his finger, running the length of his right hip.

Krycek shuddered at the unexpectedly gentle touch. Every scar was a small 
testament to the rough and dangerous life that he had led.

Harness fitted, Mulder than placed a gold and silver ring around Krycek's cock, 
pushing so it sat snug around the base, half hidden in the nest of dark pubic 
curls.

The last ring was fitted around his scrotum, locking snugly into place. Mulder 
stepped back. He nodded pleased with the effect, now he looked like a proper 
slave.

Krycek stared down at himself, his face pale except for two hectic spots of 
colour on his unshaven cheeks. He felt like some creepy little leather fuckboy 
out for a night of rough trade. But to Mulder, he looked magnificent.

He ran his hand appreciatively over his Krycek's chest, gently touching the 
nipple rings, noting how he grimaced with pain at the slight tug. His hand then 
dropped lower to play with the navel ring, giving that a slight tug as well.

"Now you look like a proper slave." He said, he looked at Krycek, his eyes dark 
and unfathomable. 
"And that's how I will address you from here on. You are slave, and I am master, 
that is what you will call me, when I give you permission to speak, do you 
understand slave?"

Krycek stared at him, then he said, his voice trembling. "Mulder, listen to me, 
I...I have money, not a lot, but a few thousand that I've managed to put aside. 
You can have it, all of it, it's in an account under another name. If you let me 
go, I'll give you the money and I'll disappear. You'll never see or hear from me 
again. You have my word Mulder...please."

Mulder listened to the desperate little speech, then burst out laughing. Krycek 
goggled at him, clearly stunned. "What the fuck is so funny?" He yelled.

"How much were you planning on trying to bribe your way out of this with?" 
Mulder asked him, amused.

"Uh, fifteen thousand dollars, that's a lot of money Mulder." Krycek replied, he 
was sweating now, he could feel the moisture underneath the leather straps of 
the harness that criss crossed his chest and ended just below the wide belt 
around his middle where his wrist cuffs where connected by the chains. He could 
feel the skin begin to itch maddeningly.

"Fifteen thousand dollars." Mulder said musingly. "Hmmm, that's a lot of money." 
Krycek continued to watch him, his green eyes never leaving Mulder's face, a 
tiny feeling of hope dawning inside him.

"You know slave, that's almost tempting, after all, fifteen thousand dollars. 
But then you see, I really don't need your money, I have a fair bit of my own, 
in fact, you might say that I am pretty wealthy in my own right."

"You, wealthy?" Krycek stared at him with disbelief. "If you have money, then 
why do you live in this shitty little apartment, Jesus, all of your furniture 
looks like it comes from garage sales."

Mulder shrugged. "I live here because I own the building, and as for the 
furniture, well I'm sorry that you don't like it, but then as a slave, it's not 
up too you to like or dislike anything, is it now."

"Own the... you are lying." Krycek said flatly, but the truth was dawning on 
him. After all he had read the files on Mulder, his father had been reasonably 
high up in the upper echelons of the Elite. The Mulders had owned properties all 
over the country, including a couple of beachfront houses. 

Krycek swallowed hard. "Just how much are you worth Mulder?"

"One hundred and fifty million, give or take a couple of million." He replied. 
"My parents left me a pretty substantial trust fund."

"One hundred and fifty million..." Krycek gawped, no wonder he had laughed at 
the fifteen thousand offered to him. 

"So as you can see slave, I really don't need your money." Mulder continued 
cheerfully. 

"One hundred and fifty million and you live like this!" Krycek was astounded. "I 
don't understand."

Mulder stared at him, eyes cold. "That's the trouble slave...you never 
understood anything. You were too busy screwing people over, good people, people 
that are my friends. Dana, Walter Skinner, not to mention the fact that you 
killed my father in cold blood, and all the other people that you killed. What 
about Kritchgau, and all the others that you murdered, and why slave, because 
you are a little rat bastard that likes to screw people over, that's why."

Krycek stared at Mulder, a sick feeling building up inside. He really is insane. 
The thought skittered around in his head. There's no way out, he's gone fucking 
totally insane.

"It was Spender." Krycek whispered, his voice sick. "It was him, he was the one 
that made me." But even as he said the words, he knew that Mulder wasn't buying 
any of it.

Krycek lifted his head. "Why don't you go after him?"

"Because you are the one that I want." Mulder replied with a chilling smile. "Oh 
don't worry slave, we will get the rest of those son of bitches eventually, but 
right now, you are the one that I wanted...and that I have." He took a step 
closer to the slightly smaller man, making him take a clumsy step back.

"I fully intend to make you pay for everything that you have ever done..and 
more, and by the time I am finished with you, you will be broken and completely 
obedient to me...your master."

"No." Krycek shook his head. "No you won't break me Mulder...not now, not ever."

Mulder merely smiled, reaching out to touch the nipple rings once more...it was 
time to begin.
Slave
My master took me shopping today, he loves to buy me things. We walked moving 
together with the ease of two people in perfect sync with each other. A master 
with his adored and spoiled slave.

He takes me into special stores, the ones that sell pretty thing for a master to 
adorn his slave. Nothing is too good for me, he whispers as he purchases a new 
harness and some finely decorated paddles for him to use on me. I watch as he 
hands over his platinum credit card, the store clerk taking it almost 
reverently.

My heart swells with pride as my master takes the parcels and led me out of the 
store, I am aware of the other customers watching, their hungry eyes on my 
master as we leave.

Both my stomach and my cock throbs in anticipation as we walk back to the car 
and head for home. Today my master has promised me a special session in the 
playroom, I can feel myself beginning to tremble with excitement. My master 
senses my mood and reaches over to gently stroke my leg.

"Settle down little one." He tells me soothingly. My heart swells, he only calls 
me little one when he is very pleased with me, I almost weep with joy, but I 
hold my tears back, he does not like it when I cry, unless of course it is 
during punishment, then of course he expects my full response and does not 
settle for anything less. He loves to hear me cry and beg for mercy. Then 
afterwards he lifts me up and kisses away my tears, rocking me back and forth 
like a loved child...a beloved and cherished slave...
Past
Skinner sighed and leaned back against the his chair. Mulder and Scully sat 
across from him.

"Well we have managed to capture three more Consortium operatives, but the Elite 
are no where to be found. It would seem that they have all just disappeared off 
the face of the Earth." Skinner told them, he sounded tired which was not 
surprising considering that he had been working on trying to close down the 
Consortium for several months now.

Both Mulder and Scully nodded. Neither of them were surprised by the news.

"And speaking of disappearing acts, it would seem that Alex Krycek has also 
vanished into thin air."

Scully frowned. "Why would we still be looking for him Sir, after all, our 
attempts at bringing him to justice was a dismal failure. Unless new evidence 
has been found?"

Skinner's mouth quirked up in a humourless smile. "I know Agent Scully, but he 
has information, information that we need. If we are to ever catch any of the 
big fish, we have to squeeze the little ones first."

"I know that Sir." Mulder replied. "But let's face it, this is Alex Krycek we 
are talking about, the bastard won't surface unless he wants to, the truth of it 
is, when it comes to disappearing, Krycek's an expert."

Scully sighed. "I have to agree with Mulder Sir, I doubt that Krycek will turn 
up, not now. He's too smart to be caught again."

"I suspect you're right Agent Scully." Skinner replied. "But while we are still 
on this case, I urge the both of you to be on the alert, any hint of Krycek's 
presence and I want to be informed asap, is that understood?"

Both of his agents nodded.

"Good." Skinner said, satisfied. "Thank you Agent Scully, Agent Mulder, I would 
like a word please."

After Scully had left the room. Skinner turned to his agent, concern written 
clearly on his broad, good-looking features. 

"What up AD Skinner?" Mulder asked. The Assistant Director sighed. He was not 
sure how to approach Mulder about this, it was delicate to say the least.

"Agent Mulder, it's about your vacation time that you have asked to take."

"I have three weeks owing Sir." Mulder replied. 

"I realize that Agent Mulder and believe me, normally I would be more than happy 
to give it too you, after all, you've hardly had any time off from work, but 
right now is a difficult time. We are so close to cracking open the Consortium 
base. I need everyone on board right now."

"I realize that Sir." Mulder replied evenly. "And normally I would not ask for 
this time off, but I have had a personal emergency to deal with and I really 
need this time off right now, otherwise I would not ask."

"Do you need the whole three weeks Agent?" Skinner asked. Mulder nodded. "Yes 
Sir, I'm afraid I do...I'm sorry, but I am sure that the rest of the team will 
do just fine without me."

"Very well then Agent Mulder, I will give you the three weeks, but I want you 
back on the dot, do you understand."

"Absolutely Sir." Mulder replied. Skinner nodded. "You are one of my best 
Agents, Mulder, I need you on this."

"Thank you Sir." Mulder replied. "And thanks, for everything."

Skinner watched him leave the office, a frown marring his brow. Something wasn't 
right. Mulder take vacation leave just as they were getting so close to cracking 
the whole conspiracy wide open? No, that was not the Mulder that he knew. 
Something was wrong...but what?

Krycek was sitting, back propped up against the wall, a hood over his face and a 
small ball gag in his mouth. That was the way that Mulder had left him that 
morning.

He walked into the apartment carrying more bags and parcels, dumping them down 
onto the couch.

Krycek jumped at the noise, turning his head blindly, the eye holes of the hood 
were zipped closed so he could hear, but was completely unable to see.

Mulder walked over to where his slave was sitting, checking the plastic bucket 
that he had left for him to use to relieve himself, the bottom was filled with 
urine, but nothing else.

Picking up the bucket, he carried it into the bathroom and poured the contents 
into the toilet, then he rinsed the bucket out and took it back into the living 
room once more.

He knelt down next to Krycek and removed the hood. The younger man's eye were 
dull, his face slack. Spittle had pooled around the corners of the gag and had 
run down his chin.

Mulder took a clean handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the drool off.

Reaching around, he undid the gag. Only then did Krycek turn to look at him, his 
face still slack.

"Mulderrr." He slurred, he moved his mouth awkwardly, his jaw still stiff from 
the gag.

"So, how did my slave enjoy his deep submission all day?" Mulder asked. Krycek 
shook his head slowly, like a man in a daze.

"I know it's hard at first, but you will get used to it." He told him.

With that, he got up and walked over to where he had dumped the bags and wrapped 
parcels on the couch.

"I bought some more thing for you to enjoy today." Mulder said cheerfully. "And 
I have a couple of things being delivered as well."

Krycek's eyes slowly cleared as he watched Mulder moved around the room. He said 
nothing, just waited with dull fear for whatever new horror his tormentor had in 
store for him.

Mulder opened a couple of bags and took out a large oval paddle made of leather. 
It was hand crafted but quite strong looking. It was quite obviously made for 
business, not for show. It had one word emblazoned on the handle. Slave.

"Do you like it slave?" Mulder asked, holding it up for Krycek's inspection. 
Krycek said nothing, his lips tightened perceptively.

"We will give it a test run later,after dinner." Mulder said. "Speaking of 
which, are you hungry slave, because I am." He walked over to the phone. "How 
does pizza sound? A thin and crispy Super Supreme, with extra cheese."

Krycek licked his lips, he had not eaten since that morning and he was starved. 
All he had was a bowl of water, that was it. His stomach growled at the thought 
of good hot food."

Mulder dialled Pizza Hut and then walked into the kitchen to make coffee.

Krycek listened as he moved about rattling things and whistling cheerfully. 
Presently he walked back into the living room, a bowl of some kind of stew in 
hand. He set it down in front of Krycek, who stared down at it, then up at 
Mulder again.

"Better eat it while it's hot." Mulder told him.

"I thought we were having pizza?" Krycek replied querulously 

"No, I'm having pizza, you are having stew, I took the trouble of heating it up 
for you, now eat it."

If looks could have killed, Mulder would have been carried out of the apartment 
on a stretcher. Krycek bent over the bowl of tinned stew and began to eat, 
lapping at the food like a dog.

"Good boy." Mulder said, bending down to ruffle Krycek's long hair. "God boy, 
now you eat that all up while I get you some fresh water."

By the time Mulder had refilled the water bowl, Krycek had finished the stew, 
traces of the meaty sauce spotted his stubbled chin.

Mulder took a dampened cloth and wiped his slaves's face.

"I think a bath and a shave for you tonight slave." He remarked, wrinkling his 
nose slightly.

Just then, there was a knock on the front door. "That will be the pizza." Mulder 
said as he straightened up to answer it. He placed the gag back into Krycek's 
mouth and walked over to open the door.

Skinner was standing in the hallway, still wearing the dark suit that he had on 
this morning.

"Sir?" Mulder stared at him, surprised. It was not like his boss to drop by 
totally unannounced.

"Mulder, I'm glad I caught you in." Skinner said. "I am sorry to turn up like 
this, I know I should have called first but..."

"Uhh, Sir, what are you doing here?"

Skinner noticed that his agent looked downright disconcerted. "I wanted to run a 
couple of things by you before you left to go on your vacation Agent Mulder, I 
tried to catch you at your office, but you left earlier than usual so..."

"Sorry sir, its just that I had a couple of things to do before leaving." Mulder 
replied.

"Well, are you going to ask me in?" Skinner asked. Mulder's face visibly paled. 

"Well I would like to Sir but, well you see, the place is a mess and..."

Suddenly there was a muffled thump. Skinner frowned. "What was that?"

"What was what Sir?"

"That sound." Skinner replied. "Didn't you hear it?"

"What sound, I didn't hear any sound." Mulder replied. Skinner stared at him. 
"Are you sure Agent Mulder?"

"Just then, there was another sound, louder this time. "There...there it is." 
Skinner said. "It's coming from inside your apartment."

He went to move past Mulder to take a look, but the smaller man blocked him. 
"Rats." He said suddenly. Skinner stared at him. "What?"

"Uh, rats." Mulder repeated. "Big rats Sir. The apartments just infested with 
the little buggers, the janitor has called a fumigator so..."

"That was no rat Agent." Witht that, Skinner pushed his way past Mulder and 
stepped into the apartment.

"No, wait...Sir." Mulder went to follow his boss inside, but at that moment the 
pizza delivery boy turned up.

"Sir, did you order a ..."

"Yeah, yeah, I did." Mulder muttered. He shoved note into the boy's hand and 
grabbed the pizza. "Keep the change."

The kid looked down at the fifty dollar note and beamed. "Thanks Mister." He 
said and hurried back to the elevator.

Clutching the pizza box, Mulder walked slowly inside the apartment, closing the 
door behind him.

Skinner was standing next to Krycek, his face completely unreadable. "Have you 
an explanation for this Agent Mulder?" He asked, his voice soft.

Mulder stared at his boss for a moment. Then he shook his head.
Master
I watch as my slave wriggles prettily in his restraints. He is hanging, arms 
raised over his head, the straps hold him in place securely. I could have 
tightened them so that he could not move, but I like to watch his long shapely 
body twist slightly as he dangles from the bar overhead.

I lift the whip and flick it across his chest. He opens in his mouth gasping in 
surprise more than anything else. The second and third flick catches him lower, 
across his flat stomach. Tears are already forming in his wide eyes and he 
arches his head back, the muscles standing out in his neck.

Soon his body is covered in fine lines of fire, sweat running down his face in 
rivlets, mingling with his tears. His body glistens in the subdued light of the 
playroom, every muscle defined as he struggles against the kiss of the whip.

His beauty is as heatbreaking as his tears and finally he reaches his own 
release, back arching as his cock spurts. Breath coming in harsh pants, he looks 
at me with wide eyes, their coloured deepening with sated desire. He has grown 
to need this as much as I. 
Slowly I release him and he falls exhausted into my waiting arms. I carry him as 
tenderly as any father has carried a tired child, and I lay him down onto to the 
soft quilt of my bed. 

"Master." He whimpers. I trace the thin stripes of the whip with my fingertip, 
and then gently, I lean over to kiss his mouth, plundering it, making it mine 
and mine alone. I can feel him hardening against me and I smile. Soon I take 
this delectable little creature, my own cock moving deep inside him, hearing him 
cry out in pleasure as I thrust inside him, the ring of muscle scraping against 
my engorged member, making me shudder with heady delight until I climax 
shudderingly.

I lay down beside him, taking his now hardened cock in my hand, stroking it 
slowly, taking my time. He sighs with utter bliss, beautiful eyes closed, a line 
furrowing the otherwise flawless brow. Itdoes not him long to reach his second 
climax and after I have cleaned up both up with a warm soapy cloth, he curls up 
beside me, his face smooth and peaceful once more.

I watch him sleep, this beautiful creature of mine, marvelling and not for the 
first time how this gorgeous young slave had ever become mine...
Past
"Let me put it this way, you'd better have a dammed good explanation for this 
Agent Mulder." Skinner said, his voice cold as he stared down at the manacled 
helpless man.

Mulder took a deep beath, he knew that he was in deep shit now. He had not 
bargained on this.

Falteringly, Mulder launched into an explanation, aware of both Skinner's and 
Krycek's eyes on him. 
Skinner listened to Mulder's story of how he had seen Krycek at the Chinese 
restaurant that fateful evening, and how he had brought him back to the 
apartment at gunpoint.

He waited until the younger man had finished, then he replied. "Why didn't you 
hand him over to me?"

"What, and watch him walk again?" Mulder replied bitterly. "We tried to do it 
the right way remember Walter? We tried to bring him to justice, and look what 
happened. He walked away, despite all the evidence...all our hard work, the son 
of a bitch just walked away, and the trouble is, if we try to it the legal way, 
he'll walk again. And you know it Walter, he'll walk again."

Skinner stared down at the still gagged Krycek, his mind ticking over. Krycek 
stared back at him, eyes pleading. As much as he hated to admit it, Skinner 
rather liked seeing the little rat bastard like this, tied up and utterly 
helpless, at his mercy, just like Skinner had been at his mercy with the 
nanocytes.

"What do you intend to do with him?" He asked suddenly.

Mulder shrugged. He opened the pizza box and offered a piece to the AD. Skinner 
took it and sat down at the table.

"I wasn't sure at first." Mulder admitted. "But I want to punish him, make him 
pay for everything that he has done to everyone that I care about...you, Scully, 
my father...everyone."

Skinner nodded, he ate the pizza, it tasted good, hot and filling, it reminded 
him that he had not eaten since breakfast that morning.

Suddenly he pinned his agent with a sharp glance. "You did not intend to kill 
him, did you?"

"No Sir, I had not." Mulder replied truthfully. "I want him to suffer, not to 
die. Otherwise, what's the point?"

Satisfied, Skinner reached for another piece of pizza, it should have felt odd, 
sitting in Mulder's apartment, eating pizza while Krycek sat chained and gagged 
in a corner of the room, but it didn't..., it actually felt, good. Somehow it 
felt right 

Mulder got up from the table and brought back a couple of beers, handing one to 
Skinner. The AD took it, twisting the cap off.

"Well, I understand why you needed the time off now." He said, his mellow voice 
tinged with humour.

"I told you that I had a personal emergency to take care of." Mulder replied 
with a laugh. "See, I didn't lie now did I."

"You sure didn't." Skinner replied, he glanced over at Krycek, who was staring 
at him both now, green eyes wide with fear and the slow comprehension that help 
was not going to be forth coming after all.

"So I take it that you will keep my little secret Walter?" Mulder asked as he 
took another mouthful of beer.

"Sure, if you will keep mine." Skinner replied.

Mulder glanced up at him, confused. "Huh, what secret?"

Without warning, Skinner leaned forward and kissed Mulder thoroughly on the 
mouth. Stunned, Mulder pulled back, hazel eyes wide.

"Wha..."

"I have always wanted you Fox." Skinner said, his brown eyes glowing with a 
mixture of excitement and lust. "Ever since the day you first walked into my 
office, I've wanted you. There was nothing I could do about it, after all I was 
your boss, and the fact that we are both men, but I wanted you so dammed bad."

Mulder stared at the other man, open mouthed with shock. "But...but..."

"Do you know what it's been like, seeing you day after day without even being 
able to touch you?" Skinner continued. "You have no idea what hell it is, having 
you walk into my office day after day, watching you constantly, craving you, 
needing you and never being able to have you."

"I...I see." Mulder stammered, to say that he was surprised at his AD's 
admission would have been an understatement to say the least, it was more like 
being punched in the gut. Christ, he'd had absolutely no idea that this was how 
the bigger man had felt.

"So you see Fox, this is perfect. Skinner went on, his voice clear and firm. "I 
keep your little secret, and you keep mine."

"S...sure, no problem." Mulder replied nervously. "I won't tell if you don't 
tell, uh...Sir."

"Master." Skinner told him softly. "From here on in, you call me master."
Slave
Today is a special day, my master's master is coming back home today. He had to 
travel halfway across the country, a special conference that was being held 
somewhere, I don't know all the details, they no longer interest me. He has been 
gone for over a week and we both miss him so much. In fact, if it had not been 
for me, I think my master would have pined away.

My master is dressed in his master's favourite outfit, close fitting black jeans 
and a black shirt, he looks beautiful.

As for me, I am dressed in a pair of white jeans and a red shirt, something that 
I would have shunned ages ago, but now I wear with pride because it is what my 
master likes to see me in.

He will be here soon, both my master and I can almost taste the excitement, the 
anticipation of his arrival, we are both impatient, but we wait, he will be here 
any minute now...
Master
I am tired, it has been a long and tedious trip and I am glad to be home. I have 
missed my two sweet slaves. I have missed their sweet beautiful faces, their 
laughter, their sweet kisses.

Oh it was not always like this. They both fought me at first, weeping and 
struggling as I trained them both to my hand. Fox was the worst, he had always 
thought that he had been in control of the situation, but he soon learned who 
was his real master.

And as for Alex, well the groundwork was already there, thanks to Spender and 
the Consortium, he did not take too long, all he needed was a firm experienced 
hand and then he responded beautifully.

No out of the both of them, Fox had definitely needed the firm application of my 
hand, and quite often the paddle, or strap, after a while he realized that there 
was no escape, no way out and soon he was eating out of my hand.

It took a while to win his trust and longer to win his love, but it was worth 
it, they are both worth it. 

I walk in through the door and both my sweet slaves rush to greet me, throwing 
themselves into my arms with twin shouts of joy.

I hold them both to me kissing them enthusiastically, after all, it has been 
over a week and I have missed them both so much. 

I see that they are dressed the way I like them to be, their collars gleaming 
against their skin. I can feel their nipple rings as they press against me. As I 
know they both wear my brand on their well shaped arse cheeks. An S on Fox's 
right buttock, and an S on Alex's left buttock.

S for Skinner...s for slave.

Tonight is a special night, I shall take them both out of a wonderful dinner, at 
the same restaurant that Fox had seen Alex that fateful night, and then 
afterwards, a lengthy session in the playroom.

I smile as I watch my slaves vie with each other for my attention, but of course 
Fox wins, after all, he is the senior of the two, Alex belongs to him, when I am 
not here of course.

Soon I smack both their behinds to settle them down and they obey instantly, two 
pairs of eyes gazing at me with love and obedience.

With a chuckle, I kiss them both, letting them know that they are both loved and 
cherished. They smile once more and soon the three of us head out the door, on 
our way to the restaurant.

And as I watch them both walk to the car, my heart fills with pride, and with 
utter joy, the joy of ownership, the joy of possessing two such beautiful 
slaves, and knwing that they are both mine... forever...


Finis