Fresh Start Series by DiAnn Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 Fresh Start Rating: NC17 - SLASH/ language/ BDSM/ Violence Category: Pure Trash / Strict Discipline / m/m Slash Warning: Mulder/Skinner Slash If you don't like this kind of thing, or you are underage, go somewhere else . . . NOW! I don't want to hear from you and I don't want to hear from your Mama. Spoiler: Very little. Summary: Mulder and Skinner are forced to spend some quality time together, courtesy of the CSM and the Consortium. If you are looking for one of my humorous pieces, this isn't it. Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Mulder, Scully, Skinner and the Scully Family 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. Fresh Start By: DiAnn Assistant Director Skinner rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced at his watch. After midnight and he still hadn't completed reviewing the stack of files on his desk. Sometimes it all just didn't seem worth the effort. He had spent too much time on the report turned in by Mulder on the Lizard People attacking vacationers on a small island off the coast of Florida. Mulder suspected experimentation conducted by secret government facilities. Skinner suspected Mulder was nuts. But a fascinating nut. It was certainly a break from all those dry reports everyone else expected him to read. "Mulder also, no doubt, is going to be the death of me." Skinner stopped in mid step. "Oh perfect, now I'm talking to myself. Just one more sign post along the road to a Mulder induced mental breakdown." He wondered how long Mulder's old boss, Bill Patterson, had talked to himself before he had finally cracked. Skinner rubbed his eyes again. The thing that bothered him, the thing that sometimes kept him up at night was that the kid was almost always right. And if he could be right about liver eating mutants and Flukemen who vacationed in porta-potties, could he also be right about an alien invasion? Skinner pushed the thought to the back of his mind, he was just too exhausted to think along those lines tonight. He wearily made his way down to the parking level, his mind still on his most troublesome and interesting agent. He had just reached his car when he felt a sharp, stinging pain just below his right ear. He reached up and felt a tiny dart imbedded in his neck. "Oh Shit!" And then the world went black. ****************** Location Unknown Time Unknown- Walter Skinner was furious. "I would have come, you didn't have to abduct me from the Federal Building. I know that I made a deal and I always keep my word. This was all unnecessary." The Smoking Man smiled at him. It made Skinner shudder. That man should never smile, it reminded Skinner of a snake. A deadly snake. "I hope you found your accommodations to be to your liking." "The room's fine, if you like drab green. I had enough of it early in life myself. So where the hell am I and what am I doing here?" "I have a job for you. There was no room for negotiation and it was important that you be unaware of your present location. A mild sedative seemed to be the easiest way. I assume you are feeling well now. This particular job could take some time." The man chuckled as Skinner's head snapped up in surprise. "You needn't worry, I have arranged everything with the Bureau. As of today you are officially on special assignment." "And this *special* assignment would be?" "Something with which you have some past experience, Mr. Skinner. Something, I do believe in fact, that you will quite enjoy. If you will follow me, we can join the others." With a great deal of trepidation, Skinner followed the Smoking Man from the room. After walking through several long and winding hallways, Skinner found himself in a nicely decorated conference room. A large podium adorned the front, with conference tables and comfortable leather chairs facing it. The room could have been in any corporate office in America. Four other men already occupied the room. Two seated, two talking quietly in a corner. Skinner eyed them carefully. He did not recognize any of the other men. Two were in full dress military uniform, the others dressed as he was in expensive suits and silk ties. It was obvious that they were as leery of him as he was of them. As a short stocky older man took the podium, the group settled, making sure that several seats distanced them from each other. Not a trusting crowd. "Gentlemen, some of you have helped us with this type of situation before. For those of you who have not, I will explain your purpose at Camp Fresh Start." Skinner looked around, it seemed that he was the only one who was not aware of where he was or his purpose here. "There are certain men who are vital to our plans for the future. Occasionally, one of these men becomes unruly and must be brought back into line." Skinner heard several snickers behind him. It made the knot in his stomach tighten further. "Each of you will be assigned a young man to retrain. Please understand, you must establish complete control of these men before either of you can return to your outside life. That is imperative. Each of you has considerable experience in this area and each of you is already acquainted with the young man you will be working with." Skinner was feeling more and more uneasy. He had not been involved in the Dominant/Submissive scene since before his disastrous marriage. He had no desire to return to that life. Just as Skinner was wishing he could find the nearest exit, doors opened on both sides of the stage. Two young men, hands tied behind their backs were being led by two other large dark suited men. The captives were in military uniform and were struggling ineffectively against the men who held them. Upon seeing the high-ranking military officers seated in the room, they immediately quieted. The two young men were placed on their knees in front of the Generals, their heads pushed to a bowed position. Their bodies tense and skittish. Skinner could see them trying to look around, without actually raising their heads. Once again the doors opened and four more men entered the room, all were dressed in dark suits and ties. The bound men were also forced to their knees in front of the other two already seated men. They too appeared extremely edgy. The fight or flight response about to kick in. Skinner looked around nervously. He startled when one of the doors opened again and a big burly man entered carrying Special Agent Fox Mulder. Skinner felt his stomach knot up even tighter. Shit! He knew it, he just knew it! Mulder was in neither suit nor tie but black turtleneck sweater and black jeans. His adventure clothes. Shit! What the hell had he been up to now? And what had he gotten them into? As Mulder was plopped down on the floor between Skinner's knees, the AD had to quickly reach forward and steady the young man to keep him from falling face first at his feet. He took the opportunity to access the damage. Small bleeding cut above his right eye, impressive bruise forming on his jaw, pupils dilated - probably drugged to the gills. Shit! The stocky man spoke from his podium, "Good. I hope no one is disappointed in their prize. Now, let's get the packages unwrapped, shall we Gentlemen. Mr. Skinner, do you need some assistance?" Skinner looked up in confusion as the man pointed to Mulder who had fallen face first into the AD's lap. He looked around to see the other men pulling the clothing off their new acquisitions. Before he could answer, the same burly man who had delivered Mulder bent by his chair and began removing the agent's shoes and socks. He then lifted Mulder by his hair and pulled the sweater roughly over his head. Mulder moaned but did not open his eyes. That accomplished, Mulder was dragged to his feet, his crouch eye level with the Assistant Director. Skinner hesitated, then reached forward and unzipped his agent's jeans. Pulling them and boxers down and off. Mulder was indeed a beautiful man. Skinner has suspected as much but the reality was even better. The guard abruptly released his hold and Skinner barely caught Mulder as he collapsed. "Now Gentlemen, it's time to show them who their new masters are." Skinner watched in horror as the other naked men were roughly pushed across the conference tables and prepared for rape. "Mulder," Skinner whispered, shaking the man in front of him. "Wake up. Come back to me for just a minute, I need to talk to you." He shook him a little harder, "Open your eyes, Agent!" That worked. Mulder looked up at him blurrily. "Have you ever been with a man?" The agent only blinked at him, so he shook him once more. "Answer me, have you ever had sex with a man?" Realization dawned in the hazel eyes along with a good deal a real fear, "No. I... I... Ar . . . are you going to hurt me, too?" Skinner bent down and whispered close to his agent's ear, "I'll try not to, Mulder. I'm going to get us out of here but first you're going to have to trust me. Can you do that?" Mulder only hesitated a moment before nodding his head. "Is there a problem, Mr. Skinner?" Skinner lifted Mulder and bent him gently face down across the table, running soothing hands over his back. "I need some lube. He's never done this before." With that statement, he saw several of the other tops run their eyes over his handsome agent speculatively. Shit! "How very considerate of you, Mr. Skinner. I do hope you won't prove to be too soft for this type of work." The large man reached down and caressed Mulder's smooth honey toned back. Skinner immediately knocked his hand away. "You said he was mine, now I'll do this my way. Give me some damned lube, now!" Skinner could hear the cries of the other men being penetrated, sans lube no doubt, and he knew Mulder heard it too. The man was shaking like the last leaf of autumn. The AD leaned over and whispered reassurance into Mulder's ear, all the time keeping his hands moving in a soothing, gentle motion over his body. "This doesn't have to be bad, Mulder. In fact, it can be very nice. You know, I have always admired you, always wished that we could be together like this. Have you ever thought about that same thing, Mulder?" "N . . . no!" "Come now, Son. Even when you were sitting across from me in my office and I was reaming you, did you never wonder what a real reaming from me would feel like?" Mulder hesitated a few moments and then adamantly shook his head but Skinner could tell he was lying. He bent down and ran a line of kisses across his dazed agent's jaw and then on down that lovely long neck. "Such soft smooth skin. You really are a beautiful man, Mulder. Don't listen to whatever else is happening in this room, just concentrate on me and how I'm making you feel. How beautiful I think you are and how much I want you." He heard a soft sigh escape involuntarily and reached around to check. As he suspected, Mulder was growing hard. Thank God. He picked up the lube that had been thrown down by Mulder's head and coated his fingers liberally. "Now Fox, this is going to feel a little strange. Just try to relax and let me show you how much pleasure I can give you." He gently inserted his finger into Mulder. The man gasped and tensed his body. "Come on Mulder, calm down, just relax. It's just you and I. I know you've trusted me in the past. You need to trust me now. I don't want to hurt you." He felt the man relax a little so he added another finger. "Hu . . . hurts." "Sh-h-h-h." He placed more kisses on Mulder's neck and shoulders. Sucked an earlobe between his teeth and nipped gently as his agent shivered again. "So very beautiful. So wonderfully responsive. You were made for this Mulder. Made to be loved. Made to be adored." He pulled out his fingers and positioned his own hard throbbing cock at the tight opening. More kisses. More gentle stroking. More softly whispered words. "I'm going to make you feel so good, all the pain will be quickly forgotten. You have to trust me, Fox. Trust me to make this easy and good for you. Trust me to take care of you. Do you trust me, Fox?" Mulder nodded and moaned. Skinner eased himself in a fraction of an inch and waited until the man under him accepted the new sensation and relaxed once more. "Good Fox. You are doing so very well. My beautiful, beautiful Fox." Slowly, inch by agonizing inch Skinner forced his cock into the hot depths of Fox Mulder. He continued to kiss and caress his young agent. Soothing his fear, increasing his arousal. Finally when he was buried deeply, he stopped and stayed very still. He leaned forward and kissed away the few tears that had slide down Mulder's smooth cheeks. "Are you all right, Fox? Are you ready for me to continue?" Mulder sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head. Skinner began a gentle pumping motion in and out of the gorgeous man under him. Slowly, slowly building until he felt Mulder responding fully to his efforts. Sensual and beautiful, covered with a thin sheen of perspiration that made his body glow even under such harsh unforgiving lights. Mulder forgot the fact that he was now a consortium captive, forgot that he was little more than a naked slave boy. All was forgotten except the incredible feeling of Walter Skinner making love to him. As he was stroked in perfect rhythm with Skinner's in and back movements inside him, he felt himself tighten and then he was exploding into his boss' hand and onto the floor beneath him. Skinner gave two more hard stokes and then groaned his own release. Still rubbing soothing circles on Mulder's back. As he gently pulled out, placing several more kisses on his agent's cheek, Skinner realized that the room was now completely silent. The AD looked around to find that every eye was now on him and his beautiful agent. And he did not like the look in saw in several of those eyes as they fell on Mulder. Shit! He quickly lifted Mulder from the table and when the younger man's knees failed, swung him up and into his arms. "I'm taking him back to my room, he needs immediate medical attention." The stocky man started to protest but the Smoking Man held up his hand, he gave the AD that snake smile again, "Of course Mr. Skinner, right this way." He wasn't allowed a real doctor but he did find a well equipped first aid kit in his room. After Mulder's head wound had been cleaned and aspirin administered, the agent fell into a deep sleep. He couldn't be awakened to eat dinner but Skinner figured maybe he needed the sleep more. Some time later he crawled into bed next to his agent. When he pulled the man into his arms, Mulder moaned once and then snuggled further into his chest. Skinner found himself smiling as he drifted into sleep. Next morning 5:00 a.m. Skinner awoke suddenly as a weakly struggling Mulder was roughly pulled from his arms. He made a grab for the man but was stopped by two strong arms pushing him gently but firmly back down on the bed. "Relax Mr. Skinner. You are to dress in field gear and report to the front parade grounds in one hour. Fox will be waiting for you there. If he cooperates, he will not be hurt." Skinner tried furtively to get to Mulder before he was pulled from the room. Mulder cooperate? Please God, let him do so, just this once. "Hey, make sure he eats something this morning." "Don't worry Mr. Skinner, he will be cared for." ************************* Parade Grounds 5:45 a.m. Skinner waited impatiently as small dust storms were stirred up around his pacing feet. It was amazing how at home he felt in combat fatigues. Once a Marine, always a Marine. As he paced nervously he wondered what this was all about and how he would be able to protect Mulder from whatever was about to happen. As the time grew closer to 6:00 a.m. the five other men, dressed as he was, joined him in the yard. None of them looked in the least bit concerned, in fact they all looked anticipatory. He wanted badly to ask them what was going on but didn't trust them enough to open a conversation. A door behind them banged open and a group of nearly naked men was hustled out into the early morning chill. Each of the six wore combat boots, heavy socks and a leather cock harness. Mulder also sported a split lip. When a shivering Mulder finally reached him, Skinner immediately jerked his chin around to meet his eyes, "Damn it Mulder. Don't you ever learn? Could you not just cooperate for once?" He took a snow white handkerchief from his pocket and began to dab at the younger mans full lower lip. "I didn't like them touching me." Skinner looked down at the leather wrapped tightly around a very impressive erection. "No I imagine you didn't but if you don't settle down, you could end up dead." He shook the younger man's chin to make sure he had his full attention. "From now on, you follow orders or else you answer to me. Got it?" Before the agent had a chance to answer, he was jerked aside to be strapped into a heavy back pack. Skinner looked at it sadly, the damned thing had to weigh at least 75 pounds. In his current weakened condition, it was doubtful that Mulder could stay standing for very long, much less carry the damned thing anywhere. He grabbed the swaying agent's arm to help support him as he adjusted to the extra weight. "Did you eat anything this morning?" Mulder looked sheepish as he shook his head no. Skinner sighed in exasperation. "My name is Major Jenkins, I will be your Platoon Leader for the next two days. Today will be a 20-mile rough terrain hike, camp overnight and a 25-mile hike out tomorrow. All of you are in good condition, so this should be an easy little excursion." Skinner looked down as a riding crop was shoved into his free hand. "If your slave boy doesn't keep up, or causes any trouble at all, you know what to do. I expect to see a good crop of welts on those bare legs and asses by the time we make camp." As each slave was forced to march in front of their masters, the steady swish and slap of leather on naked flesh could be heard. Skinner looked down at the crop in his hand and then at the smooth unblemished skin of the gorgeous ass on the man in front of him, so enticingly displayed beneath the drab green pack. He knew he didn't have a choice, Mulder would have to show some signs of abuse by this evening but he really didn't want to do this. He wanted to hold Mulder in his arms and protect him, not whip him like this. He saw the younger man looking over his shoulder apprehensively and tried for a reassuring smile. He was sure it came out as more of a grimace when he saw Mulder turn back around and drop his head to his chest. As they marched along in double time, the other men wielded their crops with enthusiasm. Skinner felt sickened by the whole thing. He watched as Mulder struggled to keep up, still weakened from his head injury and probably no food in who know how long. Finally he stumbled and Skinner had no choice. All eyes were on him as he raised the crop and brought it down smartly on Mulder's unprotected backside. The man yelped and tried to rise but not before the crop struck again. Skinner looked at the two vivid raised welts now visible on Mulder's butt. He reached down and helped the man to his feet. "Keep going, Mulder. You've always had a reserve of strength. Find it now." "Ye . . . yes, Sir." Skinner heart almost broke at the tears that were now streaming freely down the younger man's face. The day was a nightmare, as Skinner tried to keep an exhausted Mulder on his feet and moving forward with a minimum use of the leather switch. By the time they made it into camp all of the naked slaves were staggering with pain and fatigue. While Mulder sported a good dozen welts on his butt and thighs, the other men were literally whipped raw from waist to knees. The slaves set up the tents and served a pre prepared meal. Afterward, the masters were seated on sturdy comfortable camp stools while the naked men sat painfully on the rocky ground. Skinner helped a trembling Mulder to sit down on a folded blanket. He then forced him to eat, hoping against hope that it would not come right back up. His efforts were interrupted by Major Jenkins. "Mr. Skinner, it seems that Fox did not require much discipline today. How do you expect him to learn to submit to you if you are so easy on him?" Skinner glared at the man, who only smiled back at him evilly. "You will take him over your knees, Mr. Skinner, and soundly blister his ass." He recognized the reluctance in Skinner's eyes. "He is a very pretty boy, so I'm sure if you don't want to do it, we can easily find a volunteer who would very much enjoy the opportunity." "No one touches him but me!" Skinner growled. "That's fine. So do it. Show us how you are training Fox in his new submissive roll." Skinner looked down into wide scared hazel eyes. Shit! "Come on Fox, we don't have any choice. Lay across my lap. It will be over soon." Mulder started to protest but a look from Skinner stopped him. He looked at the eager faces surrounding him. If he didn't go over Skinner's knees one of these other assholes would do it to him themselves. He sat up and knelt by Skinner's side. He couldn't look the man in the eyes so he kept his head down. He felt himself being pulled into position until his nose was in the dirt and his ass was the highest part of his body. His face burned with humiliation. His boss' arm locked down across his waist. He felt trapped and helpless. His body began to tremble again and he felt Skinner loosen his grip and begin to rub his back in small gentle circles. "It's okay, Fox, it's just a spanking. I want you to kick and cry as much as you want to. You're a very brave man and I'm very proud of you. These people mean nothing to us." Skinner tightened his arm around Mulder once more and raised his hand, then brought it down smartly on the exposed flesh lying over his lap. Mulder had very little reserve left, so he kicked and cried almost from the beginning as his already welted bottom was turned an excruciating shade of red. Skinner covered every inch of the available target area and then went over it all again . . . and then again. Mulder squirmed and howled and begged for mercy. Skinner was not at liberty to give any mercy this night. If he didn't do this, someone else would. "Don't forget the backs of his legs, Mr. Skinner." "Shut up!" The AD's growl made several of the men flinch. But he complied and extended the punishment down to the back of Mulder's knees, moving up and down both thighs several times. He then moved back to the already heavily punished buttocks. When Mulder was painfully blistered from hip to knee and hanging limping over the AD's lap sobbing hopelessly, Skinner looked up and received a nod from the Major. Skinner rose, lifting his disconsolate charge with him and carried him toward his tent. "Mr. Skinner, slaves sleep outside on the ground." "Fuck you!" And Walter Skinner crawled into his tent with Mulder firmly in tow. Once inside he removed both of their boots and the painful looking cock harness from Mulder. He longed to sooth this swollen and abused flesh but Mulder couldn't stand for him to touch the sensitive area. Pulling the man into a fierce hug he wrapped the blankets around them both and let Mulder cry himself to sleep in his arms. Camp New Start Skinner's Room Three Days Later Skinner paced nervously. Mulder had been taken from him again. They had enjoyed a couple of peaceful days after that terrible hike into the forest. He had found himself relishing Mulder's company. Once the man had become used to being naked with Skinner, he had relaxed and really tried to cheer up his gloomy supervisor. The man was not only a brilliant conversationalist, knowledgeable on a wide variety of interesting subjects, he was also quick witted and just plain funny. They hadn't engaged in sex again. Mulder had never brought it up and Skinner didn't want to push him. He liked Mulder, maybe more than liked him and he did not want to scare him away. Mulder was, after all, a straight man forced into a difficult situation. Skinner only hoped that he had made their first encounter enjoyable enough to entice Mulder to more experimentation. Skinner heard the door open and Mulder was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. Skinner cringed as he heard Mulder's head hit the hard tile. He lifted the man onto the bed and checked for damage. He found several quarter size burns on the agent's body - nipples, groin area, anus. Obviously Mulder had endured a little shock therapy and it made Skinner's blood boil. The next day when they took Fox, Skinner tried to stop them. He was not harmed but there were three men waiting in the hall to subdue him until Fox had been taken away. This time when the door opened Skinner was waiting to catch Mulder before he could hit the floor. The big guard handed him over and actually grinned at the AD. "Now you're getting it, Mr. Skinner." Skinner wasn't sure what he meant by that cryptic remark but he had other things to worry about at the moment. Mulder had several ugly welts across his back and ass, and more disturbing, the palms of his hands. He also had a viscous bruise over his ribs. Skinner angrily demanded to speak with the Smoking Man but was denied a meeting. That night when the guard brought their dinner, the big man turned his back to the security camera and whispered to Skinner. "If you don't prove yourself tonight, they will rape him tomorrow. Six of them. I don't think you really want that to happen to your pretty little quasi virgin." And the man left. Skinner sat in a chair and watched the younger man sleeping on his stomach, a pillow pulled up to his chest for comfort. Skinner knew what these men wanted. They wanted him to take control of Mulder. Not only here but once they returned to the real world as well. They wanted Mulder to be submissive to Skinner. To do what he told him to do, when he told him to do it. The AD looked at the beautiful young man. Would that really be so bad? He would certainly enjoy a relationship with Mulder. The man was gorgeous, sexy and frighteningly intelligent. Not a bad combination in a lover. And he could help Mulder. Keep him from destroying himself before his job was finished. Skinner knew he could use his power over Mulder wisely. And if he didn't do this, they would find someone else who would. Someone who would hurt Mulder without protecting him and allowing him to continue on with his quest. Oh the consortium boys would not be too happy once they found out how Skinner was really controlling Mulder but by that time, the whole thing would most likely be all over. The consortium would fall and the handsome Agent Mulder would still belong to Skinner. Hell of a deal! Decision made. Time to train a new sub. He walked over and gently shook the younger man. "Wake up, Fox. We have some work to do." Mulder opened his eyes and blinked at his boss. "What? What is it?" "Some things are going to change, Fox. There is no choice and I would prefer it if you would adapt as quickly as possible. We need to get back to the Bureau. I'm sure your partner misses you something fierce by now." "Home? We are going to go home?" Mulder looked so hopeful it almost broke Skinner's heart. "Yes Fox, I'm going to take you home. But first you have a few new ground rules to learn. I want you to get up and kneel here on the floor." He pointed to a place right in front of the security camera. Time for them to clearly see that he was indeed in control of this situation. "Do it, Fox. I'm not going to fight you every step of the way. If you want to go home and see Scully, you have to follow orders. Now do what I told you to do." Mulder knelt on the floor and looked up at Skinner in confusion. "That's very good, Fox. Now I want you to sit back on your heels, back straight. Good. Now spread your knees apart. Do it! Just a little further. You're doing very well. No, don't cover yourself, just let it all hang down naturally, it's much too pretty to hide. Put your hands at your sides, palms facing me. Now, lower you head, eyes on that pretty cock of yours. Now, Fox! Fine, that's fine." He looked at the beautiful young man presented to him. Gorgeous, just gorgeous. This new arrangement was really going to have a lot of breath taking benefits. "Good Fox. From now on, when I tell you to present yourself, you will assume this position without question or hesitation. If there are others present, you will ignore them and follow only my command. Keep your eyes on your cock!" Skinner picked up the riding crop from the table and tapped it lightly against Mulder's shoulders. No pain, just a warning. The young man flinched but did not raise his eyes. "In private, you will speak only with permission. At the office, you will speak freely but keep in mind that I am still your master. I will not tolerate any of your disrespect or insubordination at any time." He ran the tip of the crop down Mulder's back and over his luscious ass. "You will wear only what I tell you to wear. If I want nothing but a cock ring under those Armani suits of yours, then that's what you will wear, without complaint or comment. If I want you naked, you will remove your clothing immediately. You will follow my every order to the letter. If you do not you will be punished. You may be spanked, strapped or any other punishment I deem appropriate. When I wish to punish you , you will bare your backside and present it to me for chastisement. Again, if there are others present, it will not matter, the punishment will still be carried out. If I wish someone else to punish you, it will be my decision, not yours. When you are punished you may cry as much as you like. I enjoy your tears. You are very sensitive and that pleases me." Skinner ran the crop down Mulder's throat and across his nipples. Teasing them to hard little peaks. "We will have sex. Often. If I wish to have sex with you, you will make yourself available wherever and whenever I choose. There will be no negotiations. You will carry lubrication with you at all times. I will be your only lover for a time. If you wish to have another lover at a later date, you will ask my permission. I will most likely choose to watch." Mulder shuddered but his cock hardened even more and Skinner smiled. "The only exception to that rule is Agent Scully." He chuckled as Mulder flinched. "I know you two are lovers. I know you are *in love* with her. I have no doubt that she feels the same way about you. She is free to join us at any time. In fact, I will encourage her to do so immediately. I will, of course, be appraising her of this new arrangement between us once we are back at the Bureau. She has a right to know and I think she will welcome my full and unconditional participation in your protection. As I, will welcome her full participation in your training and discipline. That too will be her choice and mine, not yours. I'm sure it will improve your behavior immensely to know that Scully will be there to watch you cry and kick while I blister your bare backside . . . or maybe I'll watch while she does the honors." The blushing young man's trembling had turned into full scale shaking. Skinner walked around him slowly. "Some things are going to change, Fox. You will no longer live on fast food. You will eat healthy meals and otherwise take better care of yourself. Your days of reckless acts are over. If you pull anything, on any case, that could be considered an unnecessary danger to your health or general well-being you will be punished severely. Do you understand all of this, Fox?" Skinner waited a long breathless moment until Mulder nodded his head. He couldn't help his sigh of relief. "Good. Now we are going to have dinner. You will sit by my chair while I feed you until I think you have eaten enough. You will no longer starve yourself, Fox. Those days are gone. After dinner you will go over my knees for a good hard spanking. I will do this only because I want to and because you are now in a Dom/Sub relationship and you need a reminder that I am always in charge. After that I will make love to you. I know that scares you but trust me I will make it as enjoyable for you as I do for myself." Mulder sat on his heels, knees spread, traitorous cock hard and pointing up at Skinner while he was fed by hand. He was satisfied long before Skinner stopped shoving bits of chicken and vegetables between his lips. This new eating thing was going to take some getting used to. Hell, this whole thing was going to take some getting used to. Skinner pulled his chair away from the table and patted his knee. "All right, Fox. Offer your bare bottom up to me and ask for a good hard spanking." "As . . . ask for . . . " Skinner slapped him. Not hard enough to really hurt but just enough to get his attention. He then grabbed Mulder's chin and forced his eyes up to meet his own, "You don't aks questions, you do as you're told. Now get your ass over my lap and ask me to spank you. Do it now, before I take off my belt and use that on you." Face flaming, Mulder crawled awkwardly across the big mans broad thighs and mumbled, "Spank me," through clenched teeth. A powerful blow landed on the back of his right thigh that brought tears to him eyes and a gasp from his lips. "I would suggest that you rephrase that question and try again." Another strike to the left thigh convinced Mulder of the wisdom of this advice. "Please Sir. Would you spank me?" "Yes Mulder, I will. Now why am I doing this to you?" "Because you want to." "Yes. And?' "Because you are in charge." "Very good! Now I want you to thank me for each smack and ask me to spank you harder. And remember, you have my permission to cry and kick and beg. I will not think less of you for it, that is the way I will know if I'm doing an adequate job on you. Are you ready to begin?" "Yes . . . yes, Sir." The first slap landed on his left cheek. It stung a little but not too much. "Thank you, Sir. Harder please." The next blow fell on the right cheek. A little harder but still bearable. Mulder knew that probably wouldn't last long. He knew how hard the AD could hit, he still hadn't forgotten that horrible spanking he had gotten up in the woods. "Thank you, Sir. Harder please." And the real spanking began. "Thank you, Sir. Harder please." "Thank you, Sir. Harder please." "Thank you, Sir. Harder please. "Ouch! Th . . . thank you, Sir. Harder please." "Oh-h-h-h-! Please Sir. Thank you, Sir. Harder pl . . . please." "Thank you, S . . . sir. Har . . . harder please. Ouch-h-h-h!" "Thank you, Sir. Oh please stop! It hurts! Har . . . harder please." As Mulder kicked and cried and reluctantly begged him to spank harder, the AD busied himself with thoughts of unauthorized and dangerous trips to Porto Rico, wild jumps onto moving trains and lost guns and cell phones. The way the AD saw it, this was long overdue. When he was satisfied with the color of his agent's backside, he lifted him over to the bed to lay face down. After shoving a couple of pillows under his stomach, Skinner ran his hand over the conflagration that had once been a cool smooth bottom. Mulder cried out in renewed pain at his touch. Skinner looked down at the sight before him. Special Agent Spooky Mulder, well spanked and waiting to follow any order his supervisor may choose to give him. Wouldn't the other Assistant Directors be envious of his position right now? He slowly removed his own clothing as he watched the beautiful body still squirming and trembling before him. He knew Mulder longed to rub his burning cheeks but was afraid to do so. "You know, this is a good look on you, Mulder. I may just have to demonstrate this little management technique for the other directors when we get back." He chuckled at Mulder's outraged gasp. He may be outraged but he dare not voice it to this new, alpha male Skinner. The Ad leaned down and ran his tongue down the center of Mulder's glowing left cheek, then blew on it gently. He was rewarded with another gasp but this one was not from pain. He continued to lap greedily at the delicious red, burning bottom flesh. Soothing the hurt and arousing its owner to new heights of passion. By the time he had finished his gentle ministrations, Mulder had forgotten his vow of silence and was begging Skinner to bring him sexual relief in any way he chose. Skinner was more than glad to oblige. He once again took his time, entering the tight opening carefully, making Mulder slow down and wait. Building the passion, making Mulder burn both inside and out. He watched as the dark head moved frantically from side to side and the long elegant fingers formed fists that clawed at the sheets - seeking. Seeking pleasure. Seeking love. Seeking Skinner. Skinner bent and whispered in Mulder's ear. "You belong to me, Fox. Now and always. I love you. I will protect you. You are mine." Camp Fresh Start Control Room The Cigarette Smoking Man smiled as he watched the surveillance monitor. It had all worked out so beautifully. He had finally found someone strong enough to control Fox. But more importantly, someone to love him and protect him at the same time. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. At first it had seemed that Skinner was not going to fall in love with his boy. But Mulder had come through again. His beauty, his intelligence, his charm all working , completely unbeknownst to him, to win Skinner over. Mulder would, of course, be furious if he knew that the plan all along had been for the Assistant Director to fall in love with him. As would Skinner himself. Let them have their little illusions that they had something special that the group hadn't planned or anticipated. It would make Skinner just that much more protective of the FBI's most valuable golden boy. Or should he say most valuable slave boy. "Give them another week to get to know each other better, then send them home. I'm sure Agent Scully is more than anxious to see Fox. And I'm sure she's going to be quite delighted with this new turn of events." The End