The Spirit of Fun
Chapter 2

by DiAnn



E-mail: scarlet679@hotmail.com

Rating: NC17 - SLASH/ language/ BDSM

Category: Pure Trash /Discipline / m/m Slash

Warning: Mulder / Skinner Slash .

If you don't like this kind of thing, or you are underage, go somewhere else . . . Please! I don't want to hear from you and I don't want to hear from your Mama.

Spoiler: Very little.

Summary: Skinner decides to just take what he wants - and keep it.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Krycek or anyone else from the X-Files. I am borrowing them without permission and am obviously not receiving money for this stuff. We all know who they really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of other people but again, not me.

DiAnn's Discipline Page can be found at Mulder Torture Anonymous: http://discipline.tvheaven.com//diann/diann.html Or the Persuaders Archive : http://www.oocities.org/Area51/Aurora/8903/index.html



Mulder groaned as his hard aching cock slipped further into the hot mouth that was seeking to consume him. He smiled in his sleep. It had been a long time since he'd had a wet dream that felt so real. He moved his right hand down to run his fingers through her hair and encountered . . .a smooth scalp!

"Shit!"

Mulder tried to scramble away from his boss who had all but swallowed his agent's throbbing erection. Mulder pulled at the fur-lined cuff that held his left wrist secured to the headboard and the big hands that firmly locked his hips in place.

"Sir! Wh . . . what are you doing?"

Skinner released his purloined love's beautiful cock with one last hard suck and a smack of his lips that brought the younger man arching completely off the bed.

"That should be obvious, sugar boy. I'm giving you your wake up call for this morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I . . .I . . .I . . ."

"So did I, sweetheart. The best I've slept in years. Now, just give me a minute to finish up here, Fox, and we'll get started with our day, I have a so much planned for you." The AD ran an adoring finger along the straining cock pointed up at him from its nest of dark curls. "I want to taste you again first. You're really very addictive you know."

As Mulder tried to wrap his mind around the strange words, he felt himself again being engulfed in wet fire, then his mind refused to function at all until he found himself once again screaming his release to the bedroom walls.

He slowly became aware of big, warm hands running through his sweaty hair as he opened his eyes to see Skinner with that disconcertingly affectionate smile plastered on his face again.

"Sir, I really think you need to . . ."

"Give you a bath! Wonderful idea, sweetheart." Mulder watched in stunned silence as his naked boss scrambled happily out of the bed and into the bathroom. A few minutes later the sound of the tub filling with water could be heard, the AD singing to himself as he worked. Mulder groaned as he recognized the song.

"On the day that you were born,
the angels got together,
and decided to create a dream come true.. . ."

Mulder watched wearily as the beaming man came back into the room. He almost acted . . .Shit! The man actually seemed giddy. A _giddy_ Assistant Director Skinner? Mulder stared at him in stunned disbelief as he began releasing the agent's cuffed wrist, applying soft kisses to the back of the liberated arm.

"Please sir. You've got to let me help you." Mulder pleaded, eyes wide and concerned.

"That's okay, sugar boy. I got it." And he proceed to scoop the surprised agent up in his arms and head for the bath.

"Sir! Put me down! I'm nearly as big as you are. This is ridiculous!"

"Be quiet, Fox. All those dreary hours spent pumping iron in the gym are finally paying off for me." Mulder yelped as he was abruptly plopped down in a tub full of spicy scented hot water.

"Now I want you to put your hands behind your head and lean back against the tub, sweetheart." Mulder eyed the man warily but did as he was told, biding his time. "Keep your hands where they are until I'm finished, Fox. Trust me you do not want to find out how much a bath-time spanking on a wet bottom stings."

Skinner suddenly looked to his left, a frown on his face. "No, I'm not doing that just for the fun of it! No, I don't think he would enjoy it at all, now just shut up and let me enjoy myself."

Mulder looked around the bathroom, eyes wide. "Are you seeing transmigrated shadows, sir? Alien visitors? "

"Of course not, sweetheart, let's not let our imaginations get the best of us. Now just relax so I can get you all nice and clean."

Skinner rolled up his sleeves, picking up the cloth and soap.

"Please sir, the Physic Assistance Network has a very nice 24 hour emergency help line available. He could call them together, I'm sure they have someone on duty who could . . ."

"Fox, I thought I made myself clear earlier. The only thing I need is sitting in my bathtub right now waiting for me to give him a good scrubbing. Now just be quiet and perhaps you can avoid another spanking tonight before bed."

Skinner turned his head to the left. "Of course that's possible. No, I didn't say probable, now did I, I said possible. Will you please just leave me alone."

"You want to be left alone, sir? I'd be glad to . . ." Mulder started to sit up in the tub only to be gently pushed back by a large, unyielding hand.

"You're wearing my patience thin, sugar boy. If I have to tell you one more time to sit still, you're going to be a very sorry young man."

Skinner moved the washcloth slowly over the smooth skin stretched out before him. By the time the AD finally finished, there wasn't one inch on Mulder's body that hadn't soaped, rinsed and soaped again.

Mulder looked down and groaned as his traitorous cock had managed to break through the bubbles and was desperately trying to locate it's new source of fun and games.

"Uh sir . . ." Mulder tried to divert attention from his greedy cock. "I was wondering, what's the last thing you remember before you were . . .uh, you know . . .changed?"

Skinner smiled down at him, his hands already moving to polish the head of Mulder's eager cock. The agent groaned low in his chest, closing his eyes against the overwhelming sensation.

"Well lets see, sweetheart, I remember thinking that I had to be the loneliest damned man in the world, and that you had absolutely no idea how good your ass looked in those jeans of yours."

"Please sir!" Skinner had reached between the agent's legs and had worked one soapy finger slightly inside the squeaky clean man who had his full attention at the moment, the other hand milking the hard shaft visible just above the water's surface.

"Please sir, not again!"

"Get used to this, sugar boy. You are so beautiful like this, naked and aroused. I'm afraid this is how you're going to look most of the time when we're home alone, and of course when we're with our friends."

Mulder's eyes popped open. "Friends, sir? We don't have any friends, sir!"

"Of course we do, Fox. Well, I haven't actually met these people yet, but once I've shown you off at some of the more exclusive clubs around town, we'll have a whole circle of Dom and sub acquaintances. People just like us."

"Just like us?" Mulder sputtered, "You know sir. I have a friend who specialized in sexual disorders. I could call him and . . ."

"Is he a Dom or a sub?"

"Excuse me?"

"This friend you want me to meet, is he a Dom or a sub?"

"Uh well . . .he's neither . . . he's a psychologist and . . ."

"Sorry, I've already got one of those." Skinner chucked as he pinched a hard, wet little nipple. "Oxford educated, yet. Aren't I the lucky one. Now get your butt out of the tub and make sure you keep that pretty cock nice and hard for me. I have to get you ready for today's outing and a hard-on is essential to what you'll be wearing today."

"Outing, sir? What I'll be wearing? Where are we going?" Mulder asked with no little trepidation.

"My sweet nosy fox, so many questions."

"But sir, I don't see how I can walk around town with . . . with my uh, . . . well you know, sir. Please, you have to tell me where we're going."

"Church."

"What!"

Skinner pinched his love's firm butt as he patted him dry. "Another joke, sugar boy. I'm a new man!"

"I'll say!"

"Don't be cheeky, Fox. We're going out to get some exercise and running can be very uncomfortable with a freshly spanked bottom."

"It can also be uncomfortable with a hard-on, sir!"

Skinner turned to drain the bath water, then surprised Mulder by pulled a long coil of soaked rope from the bottom of the tub.

"What are you going to do with that?"

Skinner smiled into worried, hazel eyes. "I told you, sweetheart. These first few weeks are going to be hard for you. I haven't had a chance to go shopping yet and this is our first outing since you became mine. I'm going to use this rope to form a harness under your clothing so you have a constant reminder of your new status."

"And just what is my _status_, sir?"

Skinner leaned forward and kissed the stunned agent on his full lips. "You darling, are the beautiful, spoiled and well-disciplined slave boy of an adoring and overly-protective Master."

Mulder stood with his mouth hanging open. "Sir, have you been having headaches lately? Reduced mental capacity or dizziness? Has a doctor diagnose any tumors or odd protrusions about your head or neck?"

"No sweetheart, you needn't worry about me. I've never felt better in my life. Now stand tall while I get this harness constructed."

Mulder stood anxiously but quietly as his surly boss of only days ago, went about the task of putting his agent in bondage, all the while whistling sappy love songs.

The rope was first tied tightly around his waist, secured in the front by a large knot centered in Mulder's navel. The rope was then taken down between his legs, pulled tightly and looped over the waist band, back down between his legs to the other side of his groin and to the waist cinch.

Mulder stared in awed silence as the rope was wound around his testicles, separating them, then the cord circled the base of his cock, wound around and around the engorged organ before being tied off with a knot the nestled against the very top of the head. Then the whole thing was secured to the waist rope, his large fully aroused cock now laying tightly bound to his stomach.

The rope was pushed though his legs once more, making his gasp as it was pulled tightly, tugging on his restrained cock and balls and separating his buttocks. Another knot was tied, Skinner being very careful to position it precisely on Mulder's little virgin opening between his clenching butt cheeks.

The rope was then brought up over his shoulders, Skinner expertly forming intricate knots and diamonds on his back and chest, the end result being that each of his sensitive nipples were now caught helplessly between two coarse lengths of rope. Any sudden movement on his part and his nipples were firmly pinched.

Skinner smiled with satisfaction as the whole thing was tied off at the waist rope. The AD checked all his knots to make sure they were placed in the most strategic places on his sub's gorgeous body, then he neatly cut away most of the excess length of binding, leaving about eighteen inches to form a sort of leash.

"You are so beautiful, sweetheart. How does that feel?"

"It's horrible, sir! It's tight and these knots . . .Ouch!"

"I wouldn't do too much stretching at first if I were you, Fox. By the time we start our run you should be adjusted to the feel of the harness. And I sincerely doubt you will forget who you belong to this afternoon." Skinner smiled as he reached down and gave the leash a firm tub bringing Mulder up on his toes as his cock, balls and that horrible little knot in his anus were all given a hearty tug.

"Now I want you to sit down at the table. I have a light brunch all ready, I just need to pop it in the microwave for a few minutes." He watched his agent as the younger man moved stiffly, gingerly lowering himself onto a dining chair. "Can I assume you will eat every bite, sugar boy, or do I need to go get the hairbrush before we start?"

"No! No, you don't have to do that. I'll eat. I promise."

Skinner tousled his hair affectionately. "So beautiful and so quick to learn, my brilliant little Fox. I'm a very lucky man."

"Wish I could say the same for me," Mulder mumbled under his breath as he wiggled to try to find a more comfortable position on the knot embedded in his anus, only to pinch his right nipple in the process.

Skinner watched his charge like a hawk as Mulder consumed his meal without complaint. He made a face at the sliced kiwi fruit but stalwartly put it in his mouth without further comment.

After the meal was finished, Skinner dressed his agent in a plain white T-shirt and black nylon jogging pants, making sure each of the robes adorning Mulder's body were positioned correctly and not causing any undue friction. Satisfied, he led his love out the door for their first outing as a couple.

Mulder learned a lot about bondage as he endured a ninety minute run with his new 'Dom'. If he kept his shoulders straight and his head up, his nipples didn't get pinched. If he ran at a slow consistent speed instead of his usual body-punishing lope, the knot in his anus was merely uncomfortable instead of painful, and if he kept his mind off everything Skinner had done to him since Friday night, his cock didn't ache for release quite so much.

After making a long, slow loop they ended up standing in front of a three story brick building about four blocks from the apartment.

"What are we doing here?" Mulder looked up at the plain brick building. A large sign above the door identified the building as the home of 'Highly Motivated', a health and fitness club just like a thousand others around the city.

"I've decided we need to establish a regular fitness routine for you, Fox. I'm going to teach you to focus all that excess energy you have in that beautiful body of yours instead of punishing it with long, brutal runs."

"I don't really like health clubs, sir. I've found most of them to be more like trendy meat markets than legitimate places to exercise. Couldn't I just use the facilities at the bureau?"

"No, I have some definite ideas on your course of training and it might create suspicion at the bureau."

Mulder sighed as he followed his determined boss into the health club. Sure enough it was the typical sea of bulging, oiled muscle and Barbie doll figures in varying shades of pink and black spandex. Jeez, he hated these places. Already he could feel several pairs of eyes, both men and women, checking out his butt under his thin jogging pants.

"Help you sir?"

"Yes, Lance. I'd like to purchase two memberships to the club."

"Do I know you, sir?"

"Uh yeah . . .but it's been a while. I'm looking for third floor membership."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Come on, Lance. Let's not play games. I want two memberships to the third floor gym. Now show me where to sign and here's my credit card."

Mulder watched in amazement as Skinner signed the thousand dollar receipt and began gently pushing him toward an elevator.

"A thousand dollars, sir? There have to be dozen of clubs within a few blocks of here. That is way overpriced and you . . ."

Mulder's voice trailed off as the elevator door opened and he stepped into hell. Oh it was a gym all right, full of every type of weight equipment, treadmills and stair masters under the sun. It also had an exceptional jogging track that ran around a small balcony that circled the entire room.

And there was no pink spandex up here. The men were dressed in normal workout clothing, expensive but understated and functional. At least half of them were. The other half of the sweating men were all but naked.

"Good afternoon, sir. My name is Jacob and I've been assigned to show you around a little. First I need to explain a few basic rules. No actual fornication can take place on the premises. Arousal is to be expected but we also expect you to take it home with you. Next, all subs must have their nipples and buttocks bared at all times. This is a special facility, catering specifically to the BDSM community. Everyone here is more comfortable if subs are easily identified and kept in their place. It is, however, recommended that they be allowed to wear thongs for safety sake, but that is entirely at the discretion of their Masters. "

Jacob led them over to where a well-muscled man was bench pressing. One pretty naked boy spotting for him while another knelt between his legs sucking on his erect cock. Mulder couldn't take his eyes off what was happening as Lance droned on about the machines and their uses. Mulder felt his arm being tugged as he was led to the treadmill area where several bare-bottomed young men ran frantically in place while stinging blows of thick leather straps were applied to their reddened butts.

"Remember, Mr. Skinner ," Lance warned. "It's your responsibility to ensure all machines are correctly set when being used by a sub under your charge. You, of course, are free to use them as you please."

"Humph!" Mulder's snarl of protest was quickly squelched by a warning look from Skinner.

Mulder fazed out again as they were shown the whirlpools and saunas.

Lance did catch Mulder's attention when they walked up to a closed door. A large window covered all of the front wall of the room allowing full view from the exercise floor. Mulder swallowed hard as he looked through the window. Inside were two high padded vaulting horses, a couple of straight-back chairs and dozens of paddles, straps and switches decorating the walls.

"We call this our Recital Room." Lance smiled at Skinner's chuckle. Mulder gave them both a bewildered look.

"It's where all the little subbies' bottoms get to dance." Lance chuckled again as Mulder blushed a bright crimson.

"You are allowed to borrow any of the equipment at any time." Lance continued, "We ask only that you have your sub clean it and return it to its original place before you leave. Okay, I think that's it. Sub showers are that way, Dom's dressing room is over there. Doms are allowed in the sub room at any time, subs can only go into the Doms dressing room when chaperoned. We also have a very nice gift shop right through that door if you'd like to take a look after you've had your workout today."

Skinner lead Mulder over to the entrance to the sub locker room. "Everything off, Fox. When you're ready meet me in front of the Dom locker room and I'll take that harness off for you. You look very beautiful in it, but I want to give you a good workout this afternoon, and it might cause you harm if I left it on."

That news brought Mulder his first inkling of relief since they had arrived at this bizarre facility. He hurried to the sub locker room. It was a typical male dressing room. Spacious but with no decor, just row after row of grey lockers and a couple of wooden benches down the center aisle. A large open shower dominated one end of the room, in plain view of anyone who came through the entrance. A table stood nearby, stacked high with thick, fluffy towels. It smelled of disinfectant, but lacked the usual odor of dirty, sweaty socks. These men didn't get to wear socks.

Mulder sighed as he stripped off his pants and T-shirt. He really needed to figure out what was going on with Skinner and get the man the help he needed before it was too late.

"Whoa that's a nice rope job you're wearing."

Mulder's face flamed bright red as he turned to face the pudgy nude man who smiled back at him. The man smiled even wider as he patted the little pot belly sticking out in front of him. The man resembled nothing more than a cuddly teddy bear. "My Dom thinks I need to lose a few pounds, but I can't for the life of me see why you're here."

"I . . .uh, exercise to relieve stress."

The man chuckled, "I think I could come up with a whole lot of other ways to relieve stress if I had a body like that."

"Johnny, what the hell is taking you so long? Do you want to visit the Recital Room again so soon? Ah, found a new friend I see. You belong to a big, mean-looking Dom with limited hair and patience to match, boy?"

"That sounds about right." Mulder nodded at the big, mustached man who now had his arm around the teddy bear's shoulders.

Johnny smiled at him again. "I'm John, by the way, and this big scary dude is Zachary."

"Everybody calls me Mulder."

"Fox!" Came a bellowing voice from just outside the locker room door. "Get your butt out here now! Don't make me come in there, sugar boy!"

"Well," Zachary laughed at the startled expression on Mulder's face. "I see not _everyone_ calls you Mulder. I think you better hightail it out there before he comes in here to get you."

Mulder turned on his heel and bolted for the door, ignoring the laughter of the two men behind him. He stopped short when he saw his scowling boss, slapping something impatiently against his thigh.

"Well it's about time! Fox, you don't know how lucky you are that I didn't have to come in there looking for you." Grabbing his troublesome sub's arm, the AD dragged him into the Dom dressing room.

"Shit!"

Skinner looked up at him, "Now what's the matter?"

"This room." Mulder looked around at the plush carpeting and comfortable chairs. The numbered lockers discretely lining three walls, the individual showers, with privacy doors, along another.

"It is rather nice, isn't it. Not your typical locker room."

"Yeah right." Mulder said sullenly, catching the attention of a couple of lounging Doms and earning himself a disapproving look. Skinner quickly cut away the rope harness and smiled at his sub's relieved look. A scantily dressed young man hurried forward, quickly sweeping up the fragments of rope that had landed on the thick blue carpet.

"So did you enjoy your morning in bondage, Fox?"

"Not really, sir."

"Well you'll get used to it in time." Skinner handed Mulder a small scrap of black leather. "I picked this up in the gift shop. I thought it might make you feel more comfortable to be wearing a little something."

"Little is right." Mulder inspected the leather thong with a dismal eye. But he supposed it was better than the alternative. Mulder looked down and groaned at the words 'I've Been Highly Motivated' emblazoned in white letters on a little flap that would hang right above his bare, and probably soon to be red, backside. Skinner helped to adjust the thong and then stepped back to admire the effect.

"All right, sugar boy. Let's get busy." Mulder followed the other man out onto the main exercise floor. "Now get your butt over to that machine, we're going to work on your biceps for a while."

Mulder self-consciously took the padded seat and firmly gripped the handholds while Skinner adjusted the weights. He heard another lever being adjusted behind him, and suddenly the back of his seat tilted and rose so his bare bottom was pushed up and out toward his boss.

His fears about this arrangement were confirmed when he heard a sharp smack and felt a smarting bite to his left cheek. Skinner held up a thin flexible black switch with a flat triangular piece of black leather attached to the end.

"I thought we'd start out easy." Skinner gave him that shark smile again. The one that really scared him. "This is called a slapper. It's not as harsh as a strap or crop. The sting is very similar to that of an ordinary bee, and it leaves the prettiest little round welts. Okay Fox, let's get started."



The befuddled agent quickly lifted his arms for the first set on reps on the biceps machine. Sweat rolling down his face as he lifted and released, lifted and released, never knowing when Skinner's little slapper was going to give him an added jolt of incentive.

Next they moved to the pull down machine. Again Skinner adjusted everything so Mulder got a good workout for his shoulders and an even better workout on his properly positioned bare bottom.

Five machines later, Mulder was glistening with sweat, the muscles in his upper body shaking with fatigue. His bottom liberally marked with red, stinging strawberry welts.

Skinner lifted Mulder's chin so he could carefully wipe his sub's perspiring face with a clean towel. "You did very well today, Fox. I want you to do a ten minute cool down on the treadmill." He pointed to a plain white wall where several near naked men, all with red bottoms, stood with their noses pressed to the plaster. "When I want to exercise myself, you'll either assist me or wait for me over there with your nose to the wall, but we have other things to do today so I'll forgo my own workout."

Mulder did his slow ten minute cool down becoming the envy of all the other subs when Skinner forwent any further use of the strap on his already sore butt.

Skinner followed Mulder into the sub dressing room, showed him how to clean and oil the hated strap before returning it to the Recital Room, he then finally allowed his exhausted sub to dress.

They made a slow, easy pace of the jog back toward the Crystal City apartment. Mulder was deeply lost in his own thoughts when he ran into the back of Skinner who had stopped suddenly. He swayed back, arms swinging wildly as a big arm wrapped around his waist steadying him.

"Watch where you're going, Fox. I need to pick up a few things here before we go home."

Mulder followed him into the brightly lit drug store where Skinner grabbed a shopping basket and started down the first aisle. Mulder felt his heart pound in his chest as he watched his boss fill the basket. A bottle of aloe body lotion, a large tube of Ben Gay, a dozen pre-packaged enemas, which Mulder didn't even want to think about. He grabbed his boss' wrist in a death grip as an enormous supply of condoms and lube were thrown into the basket.

Skinner stared deeply into the wide, frightened hazel eyes as he carefully pried clenched fingers from his wrist. "Not until you're ready, sweetheart. I promise."

Skinner moved back toward the checkout. At the last minute he added six candles, a ball of twine and a box of bubble bath. Mulder felt himself blushing bright red as the innocent-looking young girl behind the counter kept smiling at him as she rang up the purchases. Mulder was sure she knew exactly what the older man planned to do with this stuff. Skinner thought she wanted a date with the pretty young man. They were both right.

Finally arriving back at the apartment, Mulder dropped onto the couch face first while Skinner busied himself putting away his new purchases, again carrying on a one sided conversation with himself. This one seemed to involve the varied uses for Ben Gay.

Mulder groaned. Something was very wrong with Skinner. First thing in the morning, Mulder planned to make some discrete inquiries among some phytologist colleagues of his and get his boss some much-needed help.

"Why don't you go upstairs sweetheart, and get a shower while I take care of dinner for us. You know, in the future, you'll be responsible for the preparation of some of our meals."

"Are you sure, sir? When I was about six, I called my aunt to get the recipe for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and my cooking skills really haven't improved much since then."

Skinner surprised the hell out of him by laughing loudly and pulling him into a tight embrace. "That's such an adorable story, sugar boy." He pulled back to look into the befuddled face of his subordinate. "Don't worry about it Fox, it will all work out, you'll see. Now go on up and get cleaned up."

When Mulder disappeared upstairs, Skinner felt that familiar head to toe tingle. He opened his eyes to see Tony lounging in his favorite chair, looking amused and self-satisfied.

So what are you going to do, grouchy bear? You heard what he was thinking as well as I did. He's going to use the opportunity of going back to work to try to 'help you'. Not acceptable, big guy. What if he gets one of those exorcists or something? What happens to yours truly then? And . . . what happens to you and the shy little Fox without me around?

"I think I can manage just fine without you. Besides, what do you expect me to do?" Skinner growled at the pretty apparition. "Handcuff him to the bed for the rest of his life?"

Oh-h-h-h, I do like the sound of that, bear, but I doubt you'll end up with the amorous and contented little slave boy you desire if you handle it that way.

"And just what would you suggest, Tony?"

Simple, you're going to claim him tonight. Between the two of us, he won't have a chance. Tony reached out and once again rested in his comfortable, safe place deep inside his host.

Skinner heard the shower shut off as he moved to go upstairs to find his reluctant room-mate. "And if anyone claims Fox, it's going to me and not you, dead boy."

That was really low, bear. You know I'm still sensitive about that 'dead' thing. And you have nothing to worry about, he's pretty, but truth be told, you're more my type.

"Don't even think about it. I'm not into ghost."

Oh that's right, I remember, you're only into 'spooky'. No wait, you're not even _into_ him yet, are you? You're taking your time, waiting for just the right moment to introduce your new boy toy to the unimaginable joy of your lovemaking. I just hope you're both not too old to care by then.

Skinner cringed at the sarcasm dripping from the young ghost's voice.

"I told you I'm not going to rush him and I meant it. Now shut up and let me handle this."

"Handle what, sir?" Mulder stood staring at him, a towel wrapped haphazardly around his hips. "Who are you talking to? How long have you been hearing these voices? Have you been watching a lot of television lately? Been gifted with any ancient artifacts? Had your fortune told by a band of roaming gypsies?"

"Gypsies don't roam anymore, Fox. They live in high-rise condos, and get rich selling foul-smelling homeopathic remedies over the internet. Now be quiet and lay down on the bed, bottom up."

"Oh please, sir," Mulder stuck his bottom lip out. "No more punishment. I've been spanked more this weekend than I have in my entire life."

"Which explains quite a lot, Agent Mulder." The lip came out a fraction of an inch further and Skinner caved as expected. "Don't pout, sugar boy. I hadn't planned to spank you any more today. Unless of course, you disobey my orders."

Skinner stopped, looking to his left. "I know that would be a first. No, I'm not! No! I can do this without spanking him. I said no, just let me handle this."

Mulder sighed heavily but moved to the bed, lying himself face down on the soft coverlet. He didn't know who Skinner thought he was talking to, but it was obvious the other 'voice' wanted to warm his already sore backside yet again. Mulder made an instant and wise decision to follow his boss' orders.

Skinner stared down at his love's pink bottom, still marked with several round, red strawberries from his recent encounter with the business end of the leather slapper at the fitness club. The AD poured some of the aloe lotion he had purchased earlier in his right palm and began to smooth it on the still smarting flesh. Mulder tensed at first, but slowly began to relax as the talented fingers kneaded and caressed his ill-used backside.

"You really shouldn't be doing this, sir."

"I know. I'm your boss, you're my agent. You've said it all before, Fox. Just be quiet and relax. I think you'll enjoy this evening quite a lot if you just follow my instructions."

Mulder gave that put-upon sigh again, but relaxed his body into the soft bed as Skinner's nimble fingers found the tight muscles all along his spine.

When Mulder was lying like a lump of quivering jelly, Skinner scooped him up and flipped him onto his back. The agent gave a small surprised gasp, opening one eye. Then he closed it again as those magic fingers began to work on his chest.

Without warning, a hot mouth descended on Mulder's lips. He tensed but then a strange thing happened, he just relaxed and opened his mouth. He had to admit to wondering what it might be like to be with Skinner like this. To have all that power and authority, and intense concentration focused on him alone. Just for tonight he would stop fighting it. So what if Skinner was sick? So what if he had been cloned, or possessed or transmigrated? Hell with it all, he'd get his boss some help tomorrow. For tonight, this kiss just felt so damned good.

As Mulder's head spun from the kiss. Probably just oxygen depravation he assured himself. He realized that at some point a very big slick finger had found its way into his anal opening. He arched his back, hissing into Skinner's mouth as his prostrate was gently, lovingly caressed.

Another equally large and slick hand wrapped itself tightly around his staining cock, stroking firmly.

"Oh please, sir. Please."

"Please what, sweetheart? And I think under the circumstances you can call me Walter while we're alone." He continued to stroke the rock hard shaft under his hand, adding another finger to Mulder's hot body. "There will be times when I'll instruct you to call me Master but for most of the time, Walter will do nicely."

"But . . .but . . .sir, I . . ."

"Do you really want to argue with me right now, sugar boy?" The stroking hand stilled on his aching cock. "Do you want me to stop what I'm doing to your beautiful body to turn you over my knee?"

"No! No please, don't stop. I'll . . . I'll call you whatever name you want me to call you. Just please don't stop."

The stroking hand resumed its pleasurable task. "That's better isn't it? Now sweet boy, I need you to concentrate for a moment. Come on, open those gorgeous eyes and look at me."

Mulder lay impaled between Walter's two hands. One buried deep inside him, the other with a firm hold on his hard cock. He slowly opened his eyes, straining to focus on the man who so easily controlled him at the moment.

"That's good, sweetheart. Now I want you to lay very quietly and when I'm finished talking to you, I'll let you come. Do you understand, Fox?"

Mulder nodded at him, shivering as the slick fingers inside him moved slightly.

"Such a sweet boy. We'll be going back to work tomorrow but I don't want you to get any ideas that means you will be able to free yourself from your six month commitment to me. Things won't change very much at work. Oh, I'll be keeping you on a shorter leash. But that's more to insure your safety than anything else. Now that I have you, I have no intentions of losing you to your own recklessness. Any risk taking on your part will now result in a very sore bottom. Understood, sugar boy?"

Mulder nodded, his head spinning again.

"Very good. Now, I'll be giving you a new case tomorrow but it's a crime that was committed right here in Washington. I don't want you going too far from home until we've had a chance to really cement our bond. And I'm sure Agent Scully will appreciate some time off the road as well."

Mulder nodded again. He was sure Scully would enjoy a couple of weeks without travel. He threw back his head and hissed with pleasure as his cock received a couple of solid strokes.

"Very good. Now, I have some questions for you, Fox. I want honest answers or your bottom will suffer for your deceit. Are you in love with Dana Scully."

Mulder hesitated, then hissed as one of the finger inside him hit his prostrate once more. "Yes!"

"Do you have sex with her?"

"No! The timing isn't right. Ah-h-h-h! Someday!"

Another one! What is it with you people?

"Shut up, brat!"

Mulder looked up, startled. He had almost become used to being called 'sweetheart' and 'sugar boy' but 'brat' didn't bode well for his backside?

"I don't have a problem with Dana at all, sweetheart. We can easily work around that when the time comes. But I have to tell you, Fox, you will have no other relationships with men or woman for at least the next six months. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Believe me, that's not a problem, sir."

"Good." Skinner pressed down with both hands, feeling an intense sense of ownership as he held his beautiful agent trapped and squirming between his two hands. "Do you agree to give me six months, sweetheart?"

"Sir, you need help. I have to . . . Ah-h-h-h-h!"

Skinner gently completed the addition of a third finger to Mulder's glistening body. He felt an oncoming ejaculation and quickly clamped his fingers around the base of Mulder's cock, effectively cutting off the impending release.

"Ah-h-h-h! Oh no! Oh please, sir!"

"Just a couple of more questions, baby. Do you agree to the six months?"

"Yes! Yes, I agree!"

"And do you agree to not call in any of your psychologist friends to try to _help_ me?"

"I . . .I . . ."

Skinner angled the fingers inside Mulder, sending him into convulsions of pleasure while keeping a tight hold on the base of the agent's disappointed cock.

"Okay! I agree! Unless . . .unless I think . . .you might do yourself harm!"

A soft, sweet kiss to Mulder's swollen lips. "Do I have your word, Agent Mulder?"

"Ah-h-h-h! Yes! Yes, you have my word!"

"That's good enough for me." Walter pushed up with the fingers inside Mulder while smoothly and firmly stroking the cock encased in his other hand. The man pinned within his grasp, sucked in a deep, noisy breath and then screamed mightily as he came all over his boss' hand and his own stomach. Skinner gently relinquished his grasp, as the younger man lay languid and trembling in the middle of the big bed.

After a quick clean-up, the AD tucked his exhausted agent under the covers. He lay down beside his love, arms clasped behind his neck, staring up at the ceiling, a smug smile on his handsome face. Fox Mulder, all his for six whole months. Life just couldn't get any better.

"Sir?"

Skinner looked over to see sleepy green eyes shining in the dim light of the bedroom. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"Um, well . . .I was just . . . that is . . .if you needed . . ." A deep hitching breath could be heard in the still room. "What I'm trying to say is that I wouldn't mind sleeping on your shoulder again if you wanted me to."

Without a word, Skinner reached over and pulled Mulder into a tight embrace against his chest. He heard the younger man sigh, with what he could only hope was contentment, and immediately drop into a deep sleep. He lovingly kissed the top of the dark head under his chin, and followed his agent into sleep.

Skinner awoke early the next morning to two realizations. One was that they had forgotten to eat dinner the night before and he was starving. The second was that instead of moving away during the night, Mulder had actually insinuated himself closer to his sleeping boss. He now lay with his head and most of his torso on Skinner's body, one leg and one arm thrown possessively across the other man. His chocolate brown hair was sticking up all over his head and his lips were open slightly, little puffs of warm air caressing Walter's exposed skin. The AD couldn't remember anything ever feeling so good.

I told you he'd melt for you.

The End Continued in Chapter 3