Claimed Slaveboy
Disclaimer: Walter and Fox dont belong to me at all, and Gor is the
brain child of John Norman. I just mixed them together and gave a
shake.
The is an AU, set on the Mythical planet of Gor. where Walter is a
Master and Fox his slave.
WARNING!! This is NOT BDSM, this is Gor, it deals with D/s and
elements that could be considered abuse. While I have decided
they both wanted this. normally slavery on Gor is Non consentual. a
Master has the power of life and death over their property. On Gor
it is normally a female who is slave but there are men who are
enslaved. They are not treated nicely. do not try this at home.
M/M slash, NC whipping. Branding.
I love My beta readers Claire and Joey, but I didnt have anyone
beta this.
Gor, a savage land. A land of powerful Masters and beautiful
slaves, of strong Men who rule with absolute power with a sword or
a whip. This land was savage and untamed, primitive by some
standards. No guns would be found among the population, no
advanced technology. Simple people who lived a simple though
harsh life.
This was the land Fox Mulder woke to find himself in though at the
time he didn't know it. He woke on a hillside, naked. He lay there for
several minutes and tried not to void the contents of his stomach.
He failed miserably. After he felt better but wondered where he
was. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the sky. Three
moons hung in the star studded blackness. "Shit, your not in Kansas
anymore." He muttered.
"Your awake. Good."
Fox jumped at the voice, so familiar. He turned his head to the
sound, dread filled him. Sitting cross-legged on the ground right
beside him was his boss, Walter Skinner. But not a Walter like Fox
had seen before. No this Walter was not in a suit, his wirerims
perched on his nose as he myopically looked at the world. This
Walter was tan and buff, his muscles had muscles. He was dressed
in a simple pair of leather pants and tunic. Sandals on his feet, a
thick belt around his narrow waist. Fox swallowed as he felt his
cock rise to the occasion at the sight. Fox opened his mouth to
speak.
"Don't," Walter silenced him with one word. "You no doubt have noticed the change in gravity, and I know you saw the three moons. No, you are not in Kansas anymore, or DC, your not even on Earth anymore. This is Gor, also
known as Counter-Earth. It is situated on the opposite side of the sun, that is why most do not know of its existence. I can see you have heard the stories. Yes, they are true for the most part."
He paused to let Fox digest that information for a moment then continued. "I brought you here to be my slave, my kajirus. That is Gorean for slave boy. You are dependent on me for everything now, and completely in my power. I will take you when I wish and how I wish. Don't even think of disobeying me, or running away. The penalties are severe. You will call me Master."
Fox was stunned by the information. His head spun at the thoughts of it. Sure he had heard of Gor, it was fantasy, the workings of a strange mind yet, compelling as well. A world of Masters and slaves. Was he really here? Was Walter Skinner really his Master now? No, NO. He would not be a slave, he was FREE.
"Fuck you!" Fox said with enough venom to send spittle flying at the bronze god nee Assistant Director of the FBI. He never saw the hand that flashed out to cuff him on his head. Nor did he see the arms that scooped him up and dropped him on his belly over the powerful shoulder. In a thrice he was tied to a nearby tree, his arms stretched up against the branch, his body pressed against the rough bark. Fox looked back at Walter in a panic.
Walter calmly removed a whip from his belt, the five-bladed slave whip, consisting of a leather wrapped wooden handle about 1 1/2 ft. in length, and five broad leather straps, each approximately 3 ft. in length. He let it
unfurl. "You are a slave, you will learn obedience. Forget the past, you are no longer a Special Agent for the FBI, you are simply MY slave, My kajirus, Your only thoughts will be to please me. forget the past, its gone
now. Think only of the present, and how to please me. Slavery is legal here, a way of life. You are lucky to belong to me. most kajirus work in the fields or in the mines. You will be a pleasure slave in My home. You may
be punished in the fields one day but I want you close to me. I will start your training now. You will call all Free Men Master and all Free Women Mistress, You belong to Me and Me alone. Say Yes Master."
Fox blinked in the darkness, this couldn't be happening not to him. years of fear had been realized in a heartbeat, He HAD been abducted and taken to another plant. But his BOSS had been the one to abduct him. this couldn't be happening. NO he would NOT allow this! Fox turned his head to his boss. "FUCK YOU."
Walter shook his head. "Never the easy way with you is it. Ahh well, let Me introduce you to your first Gorean device, this is a kurt, its used for disciplining recalcitrant slaves." Then Walter drew back his arm and brought the kurt forward, the 5 blades struck the younger man across his back. Fox gasped at the pain that exploded in his back, oh god that hurt! Then it landed again across his shoulders. Fox cried out a scream that echoed
in the night. Methodically Walter laid down 10 lashes on Fox's body, he worked from shoulders to feet then back up again. The lashes stung, and reddened the skin but Walter was skilled in the use of this implement. He didn't break the skin. That is one reason he choose it, rather than a single tale whip. He wanted to discipline the boy not mark him. No that would come later, when He branded him.
Once he had laid down the last lash he moved closer to Fox, and lifted his head. "Say Yes Master." Walter instructed.
Fox felt the hand in his hair as it lifted his head, his body shook with the pain the filled it. He couldn't help himself, he sobbed like a weakling after the first two lashes. God, he couldn't believe how much that hurt.
He heard the words hissed in his ear. "Yes Master." He said the hated words. But there was nothing else he could do. He had always worshipped Walter. He remembered the nights spent jacking off after one sight of Walter bare-chested. He wanted this man, he wanted to belong to him. To be his totally and forever.
Walter growled in his ear softly, "You are mine, you always have been, you just didn't know it before. Know this kajirus, this is more than BDSM this is now and always and forever. I hold your life in my hands and if I want to, I will beat you, or fuck you, or use you in anyway that makes me happy. The only things I will not do though legally I can, are selling you or killing you. I will not do either. You will be collared, and branded a
slave, you will live and work in my house, you will remain with me always, you are mine, and that will never change." Walter pulled out a wicked looking knife, and cut the cord that held Fox up, but left his wrists bound.
"Kneel before me slave! Thighs spread widely, arms up, sit back on your heels and bow your head between your arms." The command was harsh and sharp, but Fox obeyed it perfectly, even in his pain, He shudder he wanted this
so badly. He knew in his heart this was right, he belonged to Walter, heart, body, mind, and soul. Every bit of his being.
"Repeat after me," Walter commanded. "I, once Fox Mulder of Earth..."
Fox swallowed and repeated it. "I, once Fox Mulder of Earth..."
"..herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things..." Walter intoned.
Fox repeated in a soft voice. "..herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things..."
"...to him who is known as Walter of Ar..."
Fox swallowed before he repeated, "...to him who is known as Walter of Ar..."
"...his boy, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases." Walter said his voice like steel.
Fox's voice was velvet as he spoke, "...his boy, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases."
Walter pulled out a collar of steel, and showed it to Fox, two inches high, hinged, with a lock on it, on the front Fox could see some kind of "This says, I belong to Walter of Ar." Fox got a thrill that went right to his
cock. Walter placed the steel ring around Fox's neck and snapped it shut with a loud click.
"I am yours, Master," Walter said.
"I am yours, Master," Fox repeated.
"Who were you?" Walter asked.
"I was Fox Mulder of Earth." Fox said softly.
"What are you?" Walter asked in a harsh tone.
"I am your slave, Master," Fox answered without hesitation.
"What is your name?" Walter tensed, knowing this was not something he had briefed the boy on.
"Whatever Master wishes," Fox answered, without thinking, it just seemed right, and he knew the books of this place. Fantasy he had thought.
"It pleases Me to call you Fox. Understand this is not your name that you had as a Free of Earth, this is simply your slave name, which can be taken from you or changed at any time, according to My whim."
"Yes Master, I am Fox the slave boy."
Walter cut the cords that bound Fox's wrists. "You are mine, you will obey me perfectly. You have only two duties, absolute obedience and exquisite beauty. When you kneel before me you will kneel with your thighs spread as widely as possible, back straight and shoulders back, your head is up but your eyes are always lowered, place your hands on her thighs palms up, sit back on your heels. This position is known as nadu. If you kneel before any other your thighs are closed and your wrists are crossed on your lap, this is known as tower."
"Yes Master" Fox moved his body to get into the first position, his back and ass still stung from the whipping he had endured. But he was focused. Centered. Complete.
Walter walked to his bedroll and pack, and picked them up. He buckled on his sword and walked back to where Fox was. "for now a boy will carry the pack, it is not far to Ar and I want to be there before morning slave. Turn your head to the left slave. " Fox promptly obeyed. "this is called lesha," Walter explained as he attached a leash to the collar. "Normally you will also cross your wrists behind your back in case I wish to bind them.
But not right now. To heel properly a boy walk on my left and remain two paces from Me at all times. Is this clear boy?"
"Yes Master." Fox could barely breath, he was flushed with the excitement and pain of this, it was like a dream come true. He stood where Walter indicated. His eyes remaining down.
"Stand erect slave, tall and proud, shoulders back head up, keep those eyes down, never look at a free person unless commanded to. Put on the pack." Walter's commands were sharp and terse, Fox obeyed them without hesitation. Then with the leash in his fist, Walter started out for the city of Ar, Fox followed, and stayed two paces behind. For most of the night they alternated between jogging and walking. Walter gave Fox water often but held the skin for him, then once he cut some pieces of meat up and placed them in Fox's mouth, feeding him. and off they went again.
By the time they reached the city the next morning, Fox was glad for his FBI training, Walter had set a grueling pace, he pushed the younger man to his limits but always stopped just before Fox thought he couldn't go on anymore. Walter spoke briefly to the guards at the gates of the city and pulled Fox along behind him. Fox peeked up at the sights. But for the most part kept his eyes on Walter's feet, brightly colored robed people were everywhere, Fox blushed at his own nakedness. He saw girls who wore collars like his own but even they were dressed in scraps of cloth and silk. Women who were veiled, men in leather and cloth.
Walter stopped for a moment and turned to Fox. "Do not speak, when we enter knee in tower."
"Yes Master." Fox whispered. And they entered the shop.
Fox immediately knelt with this wrists crossed and thighs together. The shop was a forge, three huge men worked the billows and pounded iron on the anvil. Walter spoke to one. "I have a slave I wish branded."
The huge man looked over at Fox and snorted. "Kajirus, not worth branding, just kill him."
Walter crossed his arms over his massive chest, "I would have him branded. Common kef."
The smith nodded, "As you wish, I have the iron hot." This was common in a metal workers shop, there were always several brands kept hot.
With a snap of his fingers, Walter summoned Fox to him, and removed the pack, he had Fox lay on a rack like table, his hands were chained above him and his left thigh was placed in a vice, which was tightened till the leg
was immobile. Fox looked at Walter in a panic. He hadn't understood anything the men had said as it was said in Gorean which he didn't speak yet.
"I will brand him myself." Walter said as he held out his hand for the thick glove and the iron. To Fox he said, "You will soon be branded, boy."
"You are of the metal workers?" the Smith asked.
"Would I brand him if I were not?" Walter was not committal as to his caste. But the smith just shrugged and handed over the leather glove, then the white hot iron. Walter showed the white tip to Fox, whose eyes widened in terror. Then in English, Walter said, "You are now to be branded, slave boy. You may scream."
He then branded Fox, Walter held the iron for one moment then pressed it firmly into the skin of Fox's left thigh for five full seconds. Fox tossed back his head and screamed in the pain of the hot metal against his flesh. He tried to thrash about, but that thigh was held immobile. Then swiftly and cleanly Walter removed the iron and examined the mark closely. He nodded in satisfaction, it was that it was clean and deep enough to create an excellent brand. Clear lines for the block K. common brand of a kajirus, a slave boy.
"It is an excellent brand." The smith said as he took the iron back and the glove, his assistant handed Walter a small pot of salve. Walter rubbed some into the brand as Fox lay there and sobbed. Fox had never felt anything to painful in his life. He was a branded slave. The salve began to work and numbed the area a bit, removing the worst of the pain. Walter released his boy from the rack, and replaced the pack on his back. Then fastened
his hands behind his back with small cuffs. So Fox could not tear at the brand.
Fox sank to his knees again. Walter paid the Smith and then snapped his fingers. Fox rose to his feet and heeled his Master again. A naked, collared, branded slave. Fox's mind was on auto-pilot, he was not thinking of much beyond remaining where he should be and heeling his Master. Walter pulled on the leash, and led his slave though the city to his Home. He did stop at a couple of shops and got food for a few days, and wine. But home was
the goal.
At his front door, Walter stopped and commanded Fox to his hands and knees. Only then did he allow his slave to crawl into the home. Once inside Walter removed the cuffs with a stern "Do not touch the brand." He led Fox on a brief tour of the simple house, and showed him the bath area and sleeping chamber. Fox was exhausted. But followed his Master though the house, watching and learning everything he was shown. Then in the bath area. He
heated water and filled the large tub. Walter chuckled and took over as he saw Fox fall asleep leaning over the tub. Swiftly, he bathed his slave and himself, then dried them and led Fox to the sleeping couch. And the ring at the end.
The bath had revived Fox a bit. He looked at the great couch and the ring at the end. "You will sleep there at the ring at night. if I need you I will pull you up to Me. you will enter the couch only from that end and only with my permission slave, crawling on your hands and knees. I will explain your duties to you later, for now, on the couch on your hands and knees, HAR'TA!"
Fox didn't need to know Gorean to know that meant right now. He scrambled up on the couch the way his Master had explained. And stayed stock still on it, his ass high in the air. Walter admired his slave, he had planned t
his for years. It was one reason he became an AD of the FBI and took the X-Files because of this man. Walter stood for a long time watching the slave. The gold of his skin, the tone of his muscles, the slight movement of
his body as he breathed. Walter knew he could have had Fox any time he wanted him. but he wanted him totally and only on Gor could he have him totally.
Walter slipped up behind Fox, and caressed him, he ran his hands over the sleek body, and traced each welt. An initiator whipping was standard when bringing a new slave into the house, it served to remind the slave that they were slave and under discipline. It also stopped rebellion before it started. Walter reached under Fox and tweaked his nipples. Fox gasped at the sudden feeling of his Master's hands on his body. Fox was still a bit in shock, the branding and whipping still hurt. The collar was tight but not constricting. Fox prayed this was not a dream. Please don't let it be a dream he thought as two slick fingers slid into him. Then a third joined
them and he started to turn around. Abruptly the finger were removed and three sharp slaps were placed on his sore ass.
"Don't move again or I will get the kurt out again." Walter commanded. Fox stayed stock still, the fingers were replaced. They stroked in and out of him firmly, scissoring to stretch the tight opening. The other hand caressed and pinched and tweaked the puckered nipples. "Head down slave boy." Walter commanded, Fox dropped like a stone. He was in ecstasy, his body hummed from the attentions of his Master. "I am going to claim you boy, do
not cum until I give permission." Walter said as he positioned the oiled head of his cock against the loosened opening.
Two hands held Fox's hips as his Master slowly slid into him, one long slow thrust, until his hips met his slaves ass. Fox panted as his Master paused, it was a good feeling tight with a little bit of a burn. Then the burn was replaced but a different feeling, one that made Fox groan. Walter smiled and pulled out slowly, till just the tip of his cock remained in his slave. He chuckled as he heard the whimper of disappointment from his slave. Taking a tighter hold on the narrow hips, Walter drove back in, and quickly set the pace for his slave's taking. Long hard strokes, each one a touch deeper than the one before. His hips slapping his slave's ass each time he bottomed out.
Fox couldn't believe what was happening, he had his boss' no his former boss now Master's massive cock up his ass and was being ridden hard. Fox's cock was dripping precum and so hard it hurt. He kept his ass high and never moved, he didn't want his Master to ever stop and knew from before if he did move. That would be it, his Master would stop and get that kurt. No he didn't want to meet that kurt again. Not ever. But he couldn't stop the mews and whimpers of passion that passed his lips.
Driving into his slave's body in a steady rhythm, Walter heard the noises of passion and smiled, he took his slave harder, almost losing control as he filled that white hot passage again and again. Each thrust harder than
the one before driving into his slave, his hips slapping against the boy as he felt his balls tighten. He drove in harder yet and roared, as he came hard filling his boy with his seed. "CUM NOW SLAVE!" Walter commanded and felt his slave obey. Fox couldn't believe his body obeyed that growl. Without one bit of stimulation to his throbbing cock, only the sound of his Master's voice, Fox shot his seed on the couch. He couldn't stay still and bucked up to meet his Master. Walter gripped the slave's hips and held him still as they finished cuming together.
Long moments of heavy panting filled the air as the two men tried to recover. Fox still on his knees, his head down, a small pool of sweat had gathered at the base of his neck. His Master was slumped over his back, sated
and heavy, his cock still deep within his slave. The pair remained like that for a few more minutes, then Walter moved. He pulled out of his slave and slapped his ass soundly. "Fetch a cloth boy." he commanded.
Fox groaned and was rewarded with another sharp swat to his ass. He yelped and flew out of the couch. Walter laid down on the couch, he watched the boy limp from the brand and the hard claiming and chuckled. Life was good
now, he had his boy. he was back home and never again did he have to wear a tie. Fox came back to the couch. He crawled up from the bottom like a good kajirus. Walter nodded to him to clean his cock, Fox did so reverently. Then cleaned himself and tossed the cloth back to the sideboard. Fox waited for instructions still on the bed, in nadu.
"I am pleased boy." Walter said and pulled his slave to him. He had originally planned to have his boy sleep at the slave ring. But decided he wanted to hold him in his arms instead. "You will sleep here for now, in case
I have need of you before morning."
"Yes Master," Fox said as he was pulled into his Master's arms, his sore bottom against Walter. Walter placed the dark head on his chest and held him there with one arm. The other hand rested on the brand on his thigh. The both felt the cool of the collar against their flesh. Perfect unity.
Walter was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard his slave's sleepy voice, "Thank you Master, for making me yours. Fox loves you Master." Walter smiled, "I love you too slave boy."
The end