E-Mail: StarWindDancer@Hotmail.com

Fandom: X-Files 

Pairing: Implied Skinner/Krycek : Krycek/other : Krycek/other/other 

Ratings and Warnings: NC-17 for violance and sex. 

Series: Apart of Fallen Angels. Follows Fallen Angels 1: Alex's POV and Fallen Angels 2: Skinner's POV.

Summery: Krycek waits for Sunday with Skinner. 

Spoilers: General- he has two arms, though. It's much more fun to play with 
him like that. 

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Soiled Doves
          by StarWindDancer
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I never do anything half assed. I couldn't 
survive if I didn't ever apply myself like I do. 
I always have to take everything apart and look 
at it from all sorts of different angles. The 
skill has saved my life quite a few times. 

In part, I've always been like that. I immerse 
myself into something so fully that I nearly 
become enveloped by it. I don't become obsessed 
by it, that would lead to faults and vices and 
that could now get me killed. I just move into 
and become a part of it. 

That's how I learned about guns, how I got as 
good as I am now. I went to the people who had 
guns. I visited gun shop after gun shop, 
followed gun shows, and went to gun clubs. I ate 
pizza with them and bought them beer and let 
them talk all they wanted. 

They were very helpful, they taught me 
everything I know about guns and how to use them 
and clean them and which ones are best. 

I used all that knowledge, gleaned from so many 
sources to get a Glock nine with New York 
trigger and extended magazine. It was the best 
combination for what I need to do with a gun. I 
could run over my gun and it'd still work. 

The night I got it, I stayed up and took it 
apart, then put it back together. I don't know 
how many times I did this but I didn't stop 
until every piece could slide together like 
Duplo blocks. I can even assemble and load it 
with mittens on. I usually load it wearing my 
leather gloves. It's very hard to get a 
fingerprint off of a bullet if it's been fired 
but I won't take that chance. 

I think that night was also the last time my 
actual flesh ever touched that gun. 

Once I made my decision to agree with becoming a 
slave, it was hard not to explore. I knew I 
couldn't just sit back and wait for Skinner. He 
said not to come back until Sunday. I couldn't 
wait, I had to go out and see what I was getting 
into.

I dressed up the next night as best I could. I 
only had the vague idea of Gay Leather man in my 
head. I had gone to the sex shops that I could 
find. I saw harnesses and buckles and ropes and 
cock rings and vibrators and lubes and all sorts 
of books. 

I got the book the sales lady recommended, 
"Screw the Roses, Just Send Me The Thorns." It 
was bigger then "BDSM Sex 101" or "Kinky Sex 
Toys" or the other ones they had. I also got a 
variety pack of flavored lubes and condoms. I 
don't know what flavor I'd like. I'll try them 
all out later.

I thought about getting a collar. I looked at 
all the kinds they had but I felt that was 
wrong. Skinner should be the one to get me a 
proper collar. He'd know the right one to get. 
At this stage I'd get the shiny one. The black 
leather collar with all the metal studs with an 
almost pearl necklace of hoops and rings beneath 
it looked ideal.

I didn't get any ropes or bindings or masks or 
harnesses. I could get those later but I did get 
a nice variety pack of vibrators and toys. I 
didn't know what to do with some of them but I'd 
figure it out. I think a lot of the applications 
were for women but who knows, I can get creative 
when I want to be.

I didn't get an outfit either. I had some old, 
tight fitting jeans I could wear. I know I look 
good in them. The black is faded nicely in the 
ass, making my butt look rounder and fuller. I 
thought about going in a tank top but I ended up 
choosing a white V-neck undershirt and my 
leather jacket. I cut the end off of the belt 
I'd bought at Wal-Mart. I'd wear that like a 
collar. I needed everyone to know that I was a 
slave, that I belong to someone. 

I'd masturbated pretty much all day while I read 
the book I bought. I kept telling myself that I 
shouldn't touch myself, that I had to control 
myself but I'd get a few pages in and I'd find 
myself hard. I'd cup myself and visualize 
Cancerman giving me a blowjob. It never really 
made me wilt and eventually I'd get distracted 
and start stroking and I'd read something and 
think about Skinner doing that to me and *BAM* 
I'd come again.

I think I'll have to get a new book tomorrow. 

The nightclub I went to was the one this guy 
asked me out to. He kept trying to get me to buy 
things like "Gates of Hell" and black leather 
masks and specific crossing binders and 
parachute stretchers and clover nipple clamps. 
He did get me to buy a rubber dildo cover. He 
said that the plastic ones "don't quite feel 
right" and could hurt a bit.

When I walked in, I expected something along the 
lines between the sex shop and a regular 
nightclub. The bouncer checked me out. He 
smirked when he saw the belt around my neck. I 
took it for approval and went in. 

It was a hole in the wall dive. There was music 
coming from somewhere but I couldn't exactly 
tell. The floor was dusty and covered with 
spills and scrapes. The bar stood in the round 
in the middle of the room and another stood 
against a wall in the next room over. There 
weren't many people there and I didn't see the 
guy who flirted with me that day.

So I got a drink, went to the long bench off to 
the side and people watched. Scattered around 
the room were some very old tables with very 
tall chairs. Huddled at these were men and women 
with harnesses and leashes and collars and other 
stuff I'd seen and associated with the crowd. 

They were very plain otherwise. They didn't look 
too out of place for some chic nightclub in the 
city. The bondage stuff I could see were more 
accents to an outfit rather then an outfit 
itself. 

These were bondage people who were just out for 
a beer and a good time.

I watched and listened to what I could hear but 
it was too relaxed. A couple came out of the 
other room, got a drink at the bar and 
disappeared. It took several times for that to 
happen before I had a duh moment and figured out 
where the music was coming from. 

I followed this nicely shaped dude up the stairs 
to an outside veranda filled with writhing 
people. Here was where I saw more of the Dom and 
Sub and other sex games played out on small, 
public fields. 

This one chic with vibrant kool-aide red hair 
danced with this big dude wearing what seemed to 
be nothing but chains. Another chic had on 
something off that Xena show and was dancing 
with the biggest lady I've ever seen. To the 
side of the stairs were two guys that should 
have gotten a room an hour ago.

I discarded my drink and pushed on into the 
crowd. I easily joined a group of mismatches in 
the front of the speakers and started dancing. 
It wasn't long before I had several people 
pressing up against me, dancing. 

One by one, I flowed with them down to the bar 
and flirted outrageously. I got most of my 
information out of the Xena lady and the Amazon. 
I took up an offer to watch them do a scene.

I knew that it wasn't going to be just some 
porno show but I never really realized just how 
much audience participation was required. The 
first thing we did was wrap up Amazon woman. 
She's about 7 feet tall or something and it took 
2 rolls of saran wrap to cover her. The Xena 
lady, who was actually Lisa, then took me off as 
Amazon Katie sweated it out on the big bed. 

Lisa and I talked for a long time and I told her 
about Skinner. I don't know why but I had to be 
honest with her. I hate being honest. I hate 
telling the truth but every time I tried to 
evade a question or lie or something that belt 
around my neck seemed to get tighter.

I was able to gloss over some of my darker deeds 
and skirt around some of the stuff I was mixed 
up in. 

For herself, Lisa was about as honest with me as 
I was with her. She told me about her and Katie 
and how they were together and such. We talked 
and shared notes for hours, occasionally 
checking on Katie in the other room. 

A couple of times Lisa would get this very 
crafty smile before picking up an ice cube or 
two. She'd slip it into the layers of saran wrap 
and let it melt. Katie would wiggle and squeal 
in the most delightful ways as the cold water 
dripped over her body. Her nipples we had 
covered with cotton balls before wrapping and 
then had cut little holes so that we could rub 
the ice cubes over the sensitive little nubs. 

I think the best part was that Katie didn't know 
when we were going to do this. She had on 
earplugs and was blindfold so that her only 
warning was a touch on her wrappings just before 
an ice cube applied itself to its dirty little 
work. 

They didn't have sex that night. That's what 
surprised me the most. Instead, after Lisa felt 
Katie had enough of being wrapped, we cut away 
the saran wrap. Katie was shaking by this point, 
much like I did after Skinner whipped me. 

And Lisa did about the same thing Skinner did 
too, took Katie into her arms and talked calmly 
and sweetly. She rubbed her hands all over the 
Amazon's body, soothing her. 

I got to get scented oils for Lisa to rub Katie 
with. And Katie wasn't idle either. She rubbed 
lotion over Lisa and kissed Lisa in places that 
made her shiver.

The three of us then went into the kitchen, made 
a small breakfast, and talked. Katie was as 
interested in me as I was in them. She answered 
lots of question; occasionally stopping to touch 
Lisa and make sure it was ok for her to talk 
about this or that.

I was then invited to bed with them. I was 
allowed to spoon up to Lisa in the middle but 
Katie was hands off. Katie was Lisa's treasure.

I want to be someone's treasure.

We woke to a new day and we parted company. 

Lisa invited me back. She wanted to know what 
would happen with Skinner. She wanted to be my 
sounding board, my lookout. She was disturbed 
how we had started out, how one sided it 
sounded. She didn't want me getting hurt. I told 
her Skinner would never hurt me but she didn't 
believe me.

I went back to my place and got ready for a 
second day at the club. I wanted to meet up with 
that guy who was flirting with me the other day. 

Lisa was nice and helpful and all but there 
still wasn't everything I needed to know.

I've been with girls, I like girls but there is 
just something primal about men. They get into 
your blood and fester there, growing and brewing 
and causing all sorts of mayhem. A girl couldn't 
really teach me what I was getting into with 
Skinner.

I slept pretty much all that day. I didn't 
realize how tired I was until my head hit the 
pillow. I hadn't been sleeping well before and I 
didn't sleep much at Lisa and Katie's place. I 
don't remember what I dreamed but I woke up with 
the room smelling like me, like sweaty, unwashed 
me and my jism in the sheets.

I don't think I've come this many times since I 
was in High School or in the Dorms at college.

It was such a *wonderful* feeling. My crotch had 
that nice, tingly little itch and my nipples 
were so erect that I had to touch them. My body 
felt so slick under my hands. My chest was 
nearly hairless and I had good strong muscles to 
pinch and tease. The line of hair from my naval 
to my groin was nicely curled and wiry. I love 
twirling my fingers in crotch hair. It's so 
erotic.

About the only thing I didn't feel or notice was 
my anus. I love the feeling of being freshly 
fucked. There is nothing like it in the world. 
Everything just kind of beats with it, mellow 
and smooth and warm and well touched. 

I sucked on my fingers a bit before I started 
opening myself up. It was glorious to just 
writhe over the damp sheets pinching my nipples 
or fisting my cock as I fingered myself. 

Unfortunately, it's hard to finger fuck 
yourself. I never, ever seem to get the right 
angles or hit the right places. Of course, if it 
was easy, we'd all be finger fucking our lives 
away, wouldn't we?

With a whimper, I pulled my fingers out of 
myself and stumbled across the room to pick up 
the dildo package I got yesterday. My hands 
shook as I rolled the dildo sleeve over the 
large vibrator. It was then that I realized that 
I hadn't bothered to get batteries.

Damn. I was too worked up to just quit and go 
out so I decided to proceed anyhow. I grabbed 
some of the slick and headed back to bed. 

It took a while to work the head inside and by 
the time I was done I was panting. I don't think 
I could imagine what it would have felt like if 
I had batteries and had turned it on. 

It felt great, having that rubbery head inside. 
I had to pop it out and in several times just to 
really get that wonderful feeling resonating. 
God, it was great. 

I pushed it slowly in half way and started to 
wriggle over the sheets. The dildo itself was 
moving wonderfully, touching most of the right 
spots pretty well. 

Grabbing the sheets with one hand, the other 
pumping away at myself, I exploded all over. 
Though, even then I had to push myself a little. 
I had come but it still felt great to have that 
dildo moving around a bit. 

That's what Skinner would do, push me. He'd ride 
me until HE was satisfied.

Erg, I can't wait.

Slowly, after I'd pushed myself into a second, 
weaker orgasm, I came back to myself. My ass was 
feeling really nice but I had to get up to get 
ready for the club. 

I wore the same black jeans, another T, and my 
leather jacket. Today I left the underwear at 
home. I like the feeling of rough denim on my 
cock and the seams pushing into my ass. 

The nightclub was just as packed as before, with 
girls and boys and chains and leathers and PVC's 
and all other sorts of stuff.

It was easier to move in between them now, my 
body buzzing with the after effects of the dildo 
and my fingers. I could feel myself melt into 
the skin of one dancer or another, lost in the 
bliss of loudness and the crowd.

Eventually, this big brute overtook me. His hair 
was thinning and he was a bit on the flabby side 
but he defiantly knew which buttons to push. He 
just bumped into me on the dance floor, took me 
into his arms and just started humping me. 

I was so turned on.

His tongue outlined the leather collar I wore, 
leading him from one side of my neck to the 
other. Once there he latched his teeth into me 
hard. I think you could hear my moan over the 
loud music. His mouth and teeth kept on worrying 
over me as his hands touched and slid and 
pinched and tugged.

He whispered lewd words into my ear, calling me 
a slut and saying that he'd love to fuck my 
tight little ass. He groped me and pushed me 
back into his huge erection digging into my 
butt. He told me that I was a good little slave 
and that he was going to tie me up and fuck me 
forever.

He even called me boy in that same authoritive 
tone Skinner used.

I turned around in his arms and rubbed myself 
shamelessly against him. I told him I wanted him 
and that I couldn't wait for him to fuck me and 
if there was anyplace close by.

We made our way out of the back exit of the club 
and into a stinky ally. He grabbed my coat and 
pulled it halfway down my arms, pinning them 
there before pushing me into the brick wall.

His tongue went halfway down my throat as his 
fat, sweaty body pushed my leaner one into the 
rough brickwork. His hands pressed into me, 
feeling out everything I had to offer. 
Eventually a hand worked its way down to unzip 
me and pulled my cock out. With a strength, he 
cupped my cock and balls and pressed his 
fingertips on the perineum and lifted just 
slightly. 

I shamelessly came all over him and his hand, 
whimpering and screaming in pleasure. The man, 
whose name I didn't even know, just laughed and 
squeezed me a bit harder.

"Such a delightful boy," his greasy voice said.

With that, he flipped me over and yanked my 
pants down to my knees. It only took seconds for 
him to slick me up with my own seed and slip a 
condom over himself. (Of that, I'm thankful for. 
My mind was such mush I didn't even think about 
the condoms I had in my pockets.)

A mighty hard push and he was inside me, his 
lunges bouncing me off the brick wall. My 
fingers scrambled over the wall, trying to get 
some sort of grip or leverage. I could feel my 
face and front scrape over the roughness, 
cutting into me. I tried to dislodge him but my 
struggles just seemed to push him harder.

The belt around my neck tightened and I could 
feel his hairy knuckles on my neck as he pulled 
the slack out. The shortened, abbreviated 
breaths I took apparently excited him further 
because he really started bouncing me off the 
wall then.

I was on the verge of blacking out when rough 
strokes on my cock brought me to orgasm once 
again and my internal muscles brought him along 
as well. He lay over me for a minute, panting in 
my ear before pulling away and I fell to the 
ally floor.

I don't believe I've ever felt as exhausted, as 
used, or as scraped as I did then. I just knelt 
there on the ally floor, my pants around my 
ankles and my jacket pulling my arms back.

He just chuckled at my predicament then slipped 
the condom off and threw it further into the 
ally. He watched me as I tried to get my breath 
back.

I know Skinner wouldn't do something like this 
to me. Skinner would still feel the need to 
touch me, to use me. Skinner would take grab 
onto my hair and force my head back. Then he'd 
stick his drippy crotch into my face and make me 
lick him clean. I bet you that his finger would 
tighten if he even felt a hint of teeth.

This fucker didn't do any of that. He just 
pulled out a cigarette and lit up as I righted 
myself. He gleamed his teeth at me and told me 
that his place wasn't far and that I'd love what 
happens next.

I followed him.

His place was about 2 blocks away and about as 
much as a dive as the club. The whole apartment 
was damp and moldy and peeling and falling 
apart. There were three rooms, the bathroom, the 
kitchen, and the bedroom. The only TV stood on 
the countertop between the kitchen and the 
bedroom.

Once the door was locked he started to say the 
same lewd things that he'd said at the club. He 
kept calling me boy and saying that I needed to 
be tied up and shown who's in charge and that I 
had better get naked *right now.*

I didn't get undressed fast enough for him 
'cause he backhanded me. I fell against the bed 
in shock, feeling his bristly handprint throb on 
my face. 

It was a bit of a fight after that, him on top 
of me, struggling with my clothes and my arms 
and my legs. He pinned my arms to my side and 
bit the side of my throat roughly and I couldn't 
help but moan. 

I love being bitten. I love the marks they leave 
behind. I love the feel of teeth on my flesh and 
apparently he loved the way I wriggled against 
him as he bit me.

In no time at all, he had me naked and 
straddling a pile of pillows. He tied my hands 
together and then my legs apart onto the bed. My 
cock was crushed painfully between the stack of 
pillows and the tension in my spread legs. It 
was the way he liked it and he slapped my butt 
jovially.

I didn't particularly like it and kept telling 
him so until he stuffed a rag into my mouth. 
He'd laced it with something, I'm sure, because 
it smelled sweet and made my cock throb.

He just laughed at me and sat down in the chair 
next to the bed. He flipped the TV on and 
started watching whatever junk was on. As his 
cigarette burned down, his other hand played 
with himself and kept on telling me what he was 
going to do to me. 

I struggled and fought those ropes and whined, 
half hoping he'd fuck me and half hoping he'd 
untie me and let me leave. When he finally put 
his cigarette down, the sweet smell had invaded 
all my senses and I couldn't take my eyes off 
his long cock.

In the ally I hadn't gotten a good look at it 
but he was just above averagely endowed but in 
my lusty state it looked enormous and so tasty. 
Precome dribbled from the tip and he smeared it 
around before rolling a condom over it. He came 
over to me and swatted my ass a few times, 
saying that he was warming me up. Then he was 
pushing into me, a long, slow thrust until I was 
stretched around him.

For most of the evening, that's what he did, 
fuck me slowly, drawing out his thrusts and 
torturing me with his teasing cock. He'd fuck me 
slow for a while, do a couple quick jabs then 
pull out to sit back in his chair and watch me. 
He'd puff a cigarette halfway down then get up 
to tease my ass or slap it a few times. 

The ropes were not immune from his 
ministrations. He'd pull on one to tighten it up 
for a while then loosen it up so that I could 
struggle and squirm and fidget. At one point, he 
threaded ropes through the belt and tied my head 
back so that I couldn't muffle myself in the 
sheets. I really hated this as I hovered between 
fainting and screaming.

I don't know how long I was tied up but he made 
it through half the pack and he was getting 
nasty ideas, saying that he would love to brand 
me. He bent a paperclip up and torched it in the 
lighter's flame until it glowed red-hot. 

I nearly made myself pass out as I struggled in 
my bindings trying to get away from this freak. 
I could feel the leather belt around my throat 
constrict until he had to drop the paperclip to 
cut the rope.

That seemed to goad him on 'cause he started on 
the final haul then. The brakes he took from 
fucking my ass took less and less and he was 
thrusting harder and harder. The strain in my 
legs from being forced apart and the numbness in 
my arms were starting to overtake me when he 
finally came. 

It was so anti-claimant. 

He stripped off his condom once again and threw 
it in the general direction of the trash. He got 
a washrag and cleaned up my body, rubbing over 
my sore ass and then wiping the sweat away. He 
kept telling me what a good little fuck I was 
and how sweet my ass was and that I was now 
looser then a $2 whore.

He took the rag out of my mouth, much to my 
relief. I was starting to feel nauseous off the 
fumes from it. The ropes were soon cut and he 
was helping me to my feet. 

The room spun as I stood up and I could feel 
such anger over takes me. The guy just kept on 
telling me what a good little slut I was and 
that we'd have to do this again sometime. I 
couldn't take it. 

With a mighty yell, all my anger exploded and I
pushed him, *HARD.* 

His head bounced against the wall, breaking his 
nose and he fell unconscious to the floor. I 
stood there panting, my throat raw from the 
scream I hurled at him and watched him lying 
there. 

My whole body was shaking and it took a while 
for me to stumble into the bathroom. In the 
mirror I could clearly see the bruise on my face 
from where he backhanded me. There were bunches 
of little cuts and scrapes on my other cheek 
from the ally way and my neck was just purple 
with bite marks. 

My hands shook so bad that I could barely get 
the belt untied and see what's underneath. 

There was a thick line of blue running over my 
neck. The edges of the belt left violet and red 
and livid marks against the rest of my pale 
flesh. I ran my fingers over it, thinking about 
how much it marks me now. 

I couldn't stand the look of it and I rammed 
something from the sink into it. 

I dressed quickly and left before the guy ever 
came to. 

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