Fresh Start Series
by DiAnn

Fresh Start - Part 9


Rating: NC17 - SLASH/ language/ BDSM/ Violence

Category: Pure Trash / Discipline / m/m Slash 

Warning: Scully / Mulder / Skinner Slash / Threesome
Severe discipline. 

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: Mulder, Scully, Skinner and Krycek enjoy Mulder's suspension
from the bureau. 

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. 

Special thanks to Nicole who corrects my commas and
consistently tells me that I have not gone too far with the smut,
she wants more. And she wants it now! 

DiAnn's Discipline Page can be found at Mulder Torture Anonymous:
http://discipline.tvheaven.com//diann.html 

Fresh Start Part 9
By: DiAnn 

"He's in love with her, you know?" 

Skinner glanced over at the dance floor where Mulder was leaning down 
whispering in Dana Scully's ear. She listened intently, smiling, then 
lay her head down on his chest laughing. They looked so relaxed and 
happy for a change. 

Skinner glanced at the frowning, young man who sat to his left at the 
table. The cabana was outside, and a gentle breeze was coming off the 
ocean, gently lifting Krycek's hair. The man really was quite pretty. 
"Your point, Alex?" 

"Didn't want you to get your hopes up, that's all." Alex sulked. 

"I don't think it's <my> hopes we're talking about here. Love doesn't 
have to be an either or' thing, Alex. Just because he loves Dana 
doesn't mean he doesn't also love me." 

"Well, he sure as hell doesn't love me." The younger man said glumly. 

"Ah, so now we get to the real crux of the matter. Need I remind you 
that Mulder belongs to me, so isn't free to give his love to you or 
anybody else without my express permission. Which I would be most 
hesitant to give, I might add? By the way, I saw you kiss him 
yesterday." 

"Did you also see him punch me in the gut?" 

"Yes. That's the only thing that saved both of your butts." 

"Tell me, why all this slave shit? I've been humiliated more times in 
the last three days than I have in my whole life. It's hard to take, 
and I don't see how Mulder does it all the time. Or why he would even 
want to." 

Skinner glanced back to the dance floor. Mulder and Scully were still 
wrapped around each other, swaying to the music, and showed no sign of 
returning to the table any time soon. Dancing under the stars. Walter 
found himself smiling as he watched them. 

"If I didn't keep a tight reign on him, he would go right back to his 
old, reckless ways. The Consortium would quickly step in, take him 
away from me, or at least try, and then find someone else to control 
him. I don't have to tell you what any other Master would do to 
someone like Mulder?" 

Alex shook his head. "Probably be dead within a week." 

"He's beautiful, intelligent, passionate, and a natural submissive. Of 
course, he's also mouthy, stubborn, and disobedient. But still, as far 
as I'm concerned, the perfect lover and sub. I thoroughly enjoy the 
challenge of loving him and Topping him, that's <my> nature. Scully's 
too, she's just a little more subtle," Skinner chuckled. "And creative 
about it. It gives sex a little extra, if unneeded, kick for us and 
keeps my bad-boy slave out of trouble most of the time." 

"But you beat him." 

Skinner sighed wearily. "When he doesn't obey the rules, yes, I 
<spank> him. He doesn't like that part but he knows why I do it. He 
knows I'm very serious about him changing some of his more dare-devil 
ways. I'm not out to break his spirit but by damned, I am going to 
protect him, whether he agrees with my methods or not." 

"Why this place?" 

Skinner chuckled. "It's a safe place for us to be together, a 
threesome is nothing unusual on this island. Mulder learns a little 
discipline from people who he doesn't have wrapped around his little 
finger. By the time he's accomplished that little chore, we'll be 
gone. And he <will> wrap them, he's quite the charming manipulator 
when he wants to be. On this island we get to relax, soak up some sun, 
and I get to dress him up in sexy clothes and watch while men and 
women drool their hearts out over him. Look around you, Alex, how many 
people have their eye on he and Scully right this minute?" 

It was true. There were more than a few envious eyes glued to the 
self-absorbed couple on the dance floor. Scully's snow-white sundress 
blending in with Mulder's white silk shirt and pants. The only color 
about them was her hair and his gold slave collar. They positively 
glowed. 

"What about me?" Alex asked. 

"Do you mean why did I bring you to the island with us?" 

"Of course that's what I mean. Why am I here?" 

"Because Mulder needs to learn a little . . ." 

The conversation ended as Mulder all but collapsed in his chair beside 
Skinner. "That woman is trying to dance me to death." 

"Looked like it might be your suicide of choice to me." Skinner smiled 
at his obviously delighted agent. "So is dancing under the stars' 
everything you hoped it would be?" 

"Oh yeah, and then some." Mulder was grinning from ear to ear. 

"And then some what?" Scully approached her chair as both Walter and 
Mulder rose to assist her. Skinner glared at the still seated Krycek 
for his lack of manners, making a mental note to correct that 
imperfection in the near future. 

"I'm just happy tonight, that's all, Scully." Mulder gave her his 
hundred-watt smile, causing her face to light up with joy. 

"Yeah, Dana and I had a really good time when we came here by 
ourselves." Alex said nastily, and was rewarded with a split second of 
jealousy across Mulder's handsome face. 

"Yes, it was fun." Scully answered casually. "Especially the time that 
Alex spent in the punishment pen." 

At Mulder and Skinner's curious looks, Dana pointed over to a small 
area surrounded by chain link fence. It was brightly lit and contained 
only a high wooden bench in the center. Just as their attention turned 
to the area, one of the trainers hustled a pretty, blond male slave 
inside. The slave was unceremoniously stripped naked, then pushed face 
down across the bench. A sound strapping on his upturned backside 
followed. The hapless, red-bottomed slave was then forced into a 
corner of the pen. Unfortunately, a corner of chain link offers little 
privacy, before he knew what was happening, the pretty slave was 
pressed tightly against the cage. Him on one side of the fence, his 
cock and nipples on the other, with more than one interested 
spectator's hand caressing what was so reluctantly offered for public 
exhibition and examination. 

"You put Krycek in there?" Mulder laughed. 

"I had no choice, he refused to dance with me. He was quite the 
popular boy for almost an hour, and the club even furnished an escort 
for the time he was being punished." 

She smiled as that jealous look washed across Mulder's face again. 
"Put that gorgeous lip away, sugar boy, he wasn't half the dancer you 
are." She winked at him, "And his ass wasn't nearly as cute either." 

Mulder smiled again. "So Krycek had to stand there with his dick 
hanging through that chain link fence? I would've loved to have seen 
that." 

"It was quite a site," Dana assured him. "Especially with that freshly 
strapped bottom glowing like a beacon in the night. It was a very 
pretty display." 

Mulder glanced over at Krycek. The man was blushing! Now, that was 
something Mulder had never thought to see. It lifted his already 
soaring spirits even more. At least while he'd been entertaining in 
The Arena, Alex had been putting on his own show out here. 

"So Alex, how did you . . ." Mulder was interrupted as Scorpion 
sauntered up to the table. 

"Mr. Skinner, Miss Scully," he addressed the two Doms but never took 
his eyes off Mulder. "I'm one of the trainers on duty tonight. Just 
let me know if you have need of my assistance with your boy here." 

"I know how to handle my own slave." Skinner growled. The trainer 
transferred his gaze to the big man for a moment, then his eyes went 
right back to Mulder. 

"I'm sure you do." Scorpion gave Mulder a smirk and then walked away. 

"There's something not quite right about that guy." Mulder's eyes came 
back to lock with his Master's intense stare. 

"Yeah, you would think that," Krycek laughed. "Since he's just dying 
to get his hands on that cute little ass of yours." 

Mulder frowned. "It more than that. I think we should look into the . 
. ." 

"Don't even go there, Fox." Skinner growled. "We're here on vacation. 
You will <not> launch an investigation into the club, the drill 
instructors or any of the other guests. I don't care if you trip over 
a sex-crazed, alien, mutant vampire on the beach, you will not stalk 
it, interrogate it or use a lock pick to do an illegal search of its 
room. Is that clear?" 

"But I . . ." 

"No." 

Mulder rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Oh all right. Hey, I 
just heard that the floor show tonight in a hypnotist!" 

Three people at the table groaned, while Mulder's hazel eyes sparkled 
with delight. 

The hypnotist, The Amazing Mark Sheffield, wasn't that bad. He was 
good-looking and had a magnetic smile, the crowd loved him on sight. 
He and his assistant did some mind reading stuff, and then asked for 
volunteers from the audience to be hypnotized. He got a lot of nervous 
giggles but no takers, he proceeded with practiced ease, and merely 
started recruiting from the crowd. 

He nabbed one beautiful female slave who was having a Frederick's of 
Hollywood' night and coaxed her up on stage. He then managed to 
convince an older man who was obviously a Master to volunteer. And, 
then he zeroed in on Alex. 

"No way!" Alex gave the man his best stone-cold-killer look, causing 
the handsome hypnotist to back off immediately. Mrs. Sheffield's mama 
had raised no fools. 

"Okay." He turned to Mulder of the curious, sparkling eyes. "How about 
you, gorgeous, will you help me out? I bet you want to know if I'm the 
real thing?" 

Mulder glanced over at Skinner who scowled and shook his head. Mulder 
felt that wave of familiar defiance stir inside him. He would pay for 
this later. 

"Sure, why not?" He quickly left his chair, barley missing being 
hauled back by Walter's hand frantically grabbing for him. 

Skinner turned to Alex. "And you wonder why I spank him?" 

Alex looked around at the expectant crowd. "There doesn't seem to be 
any danger. It's just a floor show, what could happen?" 

"This is Mulder we're talking about, Alex." Skinner pushed his glasses 
aside to rub the bridge of his nose. "Anything could happen. Hell, it 
wouldn't surprise me if his damned aliens landed during intermission, 
juggling anti-gravity spheres and doing impressions of Bob Hope." 

Krycek and Scully exchanged raised eyebrows while Walter continued to 
grumble under his breath. 

"Just relax, Walter." Scully ventured. "I think you're overreacting a 
little. He'll be fine." 

"Sure. Fine. Whatever." Skinner growled. 

The three people on stage were quickly put under', instructed that 
they should obey with the use of a prompt word. Skinner didn't doubt 
they were really hypnotized, if it had been a ruse, Mulder would have 
narked the guy out in a heartbeat. 

Mark Sheffield was smart enough not to try any of the cluck like a 
chicken' stuff on this sophisticated crowd. He went for the 
Master/slave angle. The provocatively clad woman quickly revealed that 
she was in the market for a new Master, much to her current Master's 
surprise. Skinner winced at the look on the man's face. He would <not> 
want to be this woman's hot pink thong later. He doubted she's get to 
stay in it very long, or be able to sit on her shapely little buns by 
tomorrow morning. 

The Amazing Mark moved next to the Master, who much to the enjoyment 
of the audience, revealed that he liked to wear ladies red, silk 
panties. He also proclaimed himself head-over-heels in love with his 
slave. The spotlight found the location of an extremely handsome, 
dark-haired young man who was dressed in expensive clothes and a slave 
collar. He sat calmly with his long legs crossed, an indulgent but 
affectionate smile gracing his pretty mouth. So, Skinner thought, I'm 
not the only one in over my head for a pretty, pushy slave. 

Mulder was next. Skinner held his breath, hoping against hope, that 
his own beautiful slave would not reveal anything too personal . . .or 
classified. Please God, don't let him fill them all in on the heinous, 
secret global conspiracy of top military and government leaders to 
assistant the little gray extra-terrestrials in the overthrow of the 
world as we know it. Please, just not here. Oh and don't let him 
mention Mothmen, Flukemen or Bigfoot either. Amen. 

The Amazing Mark stood looking at his new victim for a moment. 

"So gorgeous, you're a tall one. Kneel in front of me. That's nice. 
Now what's your name?" 

"Fox." 

"You're kidding, right?" 

Mulder cocked his head and blinked at him a couple of times. "No." 

Skinner shook his head. This was the expression Walter referred to as 
the too cute to be smart' look. He had seen more than one person, upon 
receiving this particular clueless stare, do a double take a few 
seconds later, when Genius-Mulder decided to appear back on the scene. 
It tended to wreck havoc with the common criminal's mind, not to 
mention a good many highly placed government officials. 

"Okay, Fox, you are quite the charmer. I see by your collar that you 
belong to someone. You're a slave here on the island? Is that right?" 

"Yes." Face still an innocent blank, eyes locked with Mark's, 
unseeing. It worried Skinner but then everything that concerned Mulder 
worried Skinner. 

"Well I have to ask this because I can see a lot of interest from the 
crowd. Would you like a new Master, Fox?" 

The blank look turned to instant terror. "No!" 

Skinner started to rise from his seat but was stopped by Scully's 
small hand on his arm. "It's okay." She soothed the big man. 

Mark lay a hand on Mulder's trembling shoulder. "Calm down. No one is 
going to take you away from him. So where is this lucky man sitting?" 

Mulder pointed to his table, the spotlight followed his finger to 
focus on a scowling Walter Skinner. 

Oh yes, I can see why you want to stay put, gorgeous." Mark turned a 
charming smile on the audience. "Sorry folks, the pretty Fox is 
taken." His toothy smile growing wider as they responded with their 
own display of disappointed groans and amused laughter. 

"All right, Fox. I want you to look around this room very carefully. 
Find someone, who you aren't involved with at the moment, but who 
sexually attracts you, go sit in their lap and give them a big kiss." 

Skinner started to rise from his seat again, but as before, Scully 
stopped him. "It's just in fun, Walter. Don't make a scene about 
this." She pleaded with the big, surly Dom, "It's just a kiss, it 
won't mean anything." 

Mulder walked down from the stage, his Mulder the Clueless' look still 
firmly in place on his face. He carefully surveyed the members of the 
audience, most of whom were trying desperately to get his attention. 
He would stop for a few moments to stare intently at one person or 
another. Interestingly enough, only small red-headed women or bald men 
seemed to have a chance. One big, mean-looking Dom, with a shaved head 
and turned-up nose, caught his attention, and might well have been the 
lucky winner had he not lost his patience, rising from his chair to 
beat on his chest in a all-out effort to impress the pretty slave. 
Mulder ran for his life. 

Then before anyone knew what was happening, Mulder was sitting in 
Krycek's arms kissing him for all he was worth. Both Skinner and 
Scully sat with their mouth agape. The brooding Alex, had been too 
shocked to respond for all of two seconds, soon had his tongue down 
Mulder's throat, running his hands over the agent's back and ass with 
total abandon. 

"Hey," Mark called from the stage. "I think you better come back up 
here, Fox, before we have to get a room for you two." 

Mulder instantly disentangled himself from the panting Krycek to 
resume his place on stage, the blank look still adorning his 
oh-so-innocent face. 

"I wouldn't want to be in your shoes tonight, pretty Fox, your Master 
does not look happy right now." The crowd laughed again, as Skinner 
tried desperately to regain some control of his temper. 

Mark stepped in front of the three people sitting on stage, waking 
them from their trance with the standard, you will feel rested and not 
remember anything line'. 

The next thing Mulder knew, he was standing on stage as The Amazing 
Mark thanked the audience for a wonderful show. He shook his head a 
little. He didn't remember a thing. He made his way back to his table, 
hoping Walter would dance with him again. He liked being in the big 
man's arms. 

When he sat down in his chair, he immediately sensed that all was not 
right. "Uh, so was I hypnotized?" 

"You damn well better have been." Skinner growled ominously. 

Mulder's eyes widened. He looked around the table. Scully looked 
sympathetic. No that wasn't the right word, she looked like she pitied 
him. Shit! And Krycek was smiling smugly, his face flushed, his eyes 
sparkling with what looked like pure joy. On Krycek, that expression 
looked scary. 

Mulder swallowed hard. "Anyone care to tell me what I said up there?" 

His question was met with dead silence. "I think we'd better leave 
now." Scully finally suggested. 

"I couldn't agree more." Walter growled. "I've had enough dancing 
under the stars' for one night." He glared at his slave, then turned 
that glare on the self-satisfied Krycek. 

Krycek actually had the nerve to laugh at the big Dom, who growled 
back at him, grabbed a perplexed Mulder's arm, dragging him away from 
the table and back toward their suite. 

His Master shoved Mulder and then Krycek, through the suite door. "Go 
to your room, Alex." Skinner growled as he stared at the still baffled 
Mulder. 

"No," Alex stated firmly. "I want to start sleeping in the big bedroom 
with the three of you. Or you can just let Mulder sleep in the 
guestroom with me. I think he made it more than clear he wants me." 

"Yeah, I want you to go back home!" 

"No you don't. You want me to make love to you, Mulder, and I want the 
same thing. You don't have to pretend anymore." 

Mulder made a lunge for Alex, stopped only by Skinner's arm snaking 
out to wrap around his waist. "The only thing I've been pretending', 
Alex, is that I don't want to pound on you." 

"Liar." 

"Pervert." 

"Boy scout." 

"Thug." 

"Stop it!" Skinner continued to hold on to his struggling slave. 
"That's enough! We all need to cool down and talk about this in the 
morning. But if I'm as pissed off when I wake up, as I am right now, 
both of you will be sporting red-hot bottoms to show off to those 
little pretty-boy classmates of yours tomorrow." 

The Master took off for the bedroom, his arm still firmly around 
Mulder's waist, "Come on, slave boy, while I'm still feeling generous. 
Krycek, bed, now. Your own." 

His Master and Mistress tortured Mulder for hours, finally allowing 
him to come hard, screaming their names. Deeming him adequately 
punished', they finally allowed him to rest. Mulder waited until both 
were sleeping soundly before he snuck out of the suite, lock pick in 
hand, to pay a late night visit to the private offices of the club 
management. 

* * *

Employee Housing
Scorpion's Cabin 

Scorpion's breath finally evened out as the sweat dried on his 
satisfied body. He lay on his bed with Steve, of the killer blue eyes 
and the buns of iron, on his right. And on his left lay Sugar, the 
blond amazon who had been suspended today for merely doing her job. 

And Sugar was still furious about it. White Sands Beach Club valued 
their drill instructors, who were all highly skilled at their chosen 
profession. But it was no secret that the main attraction was the 
pretty slaves, and <they> were meant to put on a good show for the 
guests. That was the primary responsibility of the trainers. Put the 
gorgeous slaves through their paces for the enjoyment of everyone on 
the island. And that beauty that Sugar had come down on was one of the 
prettiest slaves Scorpion had seen for a while. 

Scorpion shifted so he could look down at Sugar, who lay staring at 
the ceiling with wide, angry eyes. 

"I told you, Sugar. I got this all worked out." 

"You weren't there, Scorp, that red-headed bitch and that big, bald 
headed prick want me off this island. And all because I gave a pretty 
little slave a hot seat for the afternoon. What did they think they 
brought him here for, knitting classes?" 

Scorpion, kissed the blond woman's temple. "I told you baby, I 
arranged for them to assign that little beauty to me now, and not only 
are you going to get to play with him all you want but we're going to 
get rich doing it." 

"Are you sure we can trust this guy, Scorp?" 

"Yeah, I do. His name is Hoskins, Joshua Hoskins. He's some rich-assed 
Aussie, and he's got it bad for your pretty, little Fox slave. Seems 
he tried to win Fox in a poker game but he lost. Claims he was 
cheated, so now he plans to do some cheating of his own. He'll be here 
in a week to pick up his sweet, little package." 

"I don't know, Scorp. I've got a bad feeling about this. Not only does 
that slave have a huge, short-tempered Master, he has that red-headed 
Mistress and another pretty-boy slave who will risk his own butt to 
protect Fox." 

"Look Sugar, you want that slave under that pretty stiletto of your's 
again don't you?" 

"Yes, but . . ." 

"Well, that's what you're going to get. The Fox slave has been 
hypnotized to respond to the word smoke'. The other volunteers at last 
night floor show were all released but Mark gave your guy the wrong 
word when he brought him out of it. All we do is say the word and the 
boy does anything we tell him to do. And best of all, Mr. Hoskins sent 
in a special box of toys for us to use on his future property. There 
are things in there that we can use to torture the guy for hours and 
not leave a mark on his body. He'll be returned to his Master every 
night at five, thinking he spent the whole day cleaning crappers." 

"And what about the other slave, Alex. There's something about him. 
He's pretty enough but he just looks . . .I don't know . . .dangerous 
or something. He isn't going to like you just taking off with the Fox 
every day." 

"Mark tried to hypnotize him too, but the guy wouldn't cooperate. 
Don't worry, I'll handle him." 

"And his big Master. Do you think you can <handle> him too? The guy 
hardly lets Fox out of his sight." 

"You know amateur Masters are no problem for me. That guy won't have a 
clue what is happening to his pretty, little slave boy." 

"Oh Scorpion," Sugar wrapped her long, tanned arms around his neck. "I 
hope you know what you're doing. I have a bad feeling about this. 
There's just something about those people that's different from the 
other guests." 

* * * 

Master Skinner's Private Suite
The Next Morning 

As a naked Mulder wondered into the sunny kitchen, Skinner was sitting 
at the table drinking a cup of coffee. He didn't say a word to his 
yawning slave, merely pointed to the floor in front of him. Mulder was 
no sooner kneeling than he found his face caught between two large 
hands. "You belong to me." 

"I . . .I know that, Master." 

"Well, if you didn't before, brat, you will after this morning." 

Mulder's eyes widened as a fully dressed Dana Scully walked in leading 
a still half asleep and naked Krycek on a leash. She ordered him down 
on the floor beside Mulder , moving to pour herself a much needed cup 
of coffee. 

"Could I have some coffee, sir?" Mulder enviously eyed the contents of 
Dana's cup. 

"Yes, brat, but you'll be sitting on a very sore bottom to drink it. 
Now get up here and over my knee." 

"But . . ." 

One look from his Master and Mulder placed himself over Walter's lap, 
he noticed Alex was doing the same thing over Scully's. Mulder started 
to protest that he didn't want Alex anywhere near Scully but was 
stopped by a sharp smack to his thigh. 

"Forget about them and pay attention to me, slave boy." 

After both slaves had the position of their imperiled butts properly 
adjusted for maximum range and impact, they lay facing each other, so 
close together they noses were practically touching, their condemned 
bare bottoms now the highest point of their bodies. 

Mulder looked up over his shoulder anxiously. His bottom was still 
sore from the public spanking he'd gotten in The Arena two nights ago. 
He was not looking forward to having his butt warmed again so soon. 
His Master was rubbing his hand soothingly over the slave's cringing 
bottom. It would seem with loving tenderness, except Mulder had 
learned long ago, that he was really just trying to relax his slave's 
tense muscles so the smacks would hurt more. 

Mulder could feel his own hard, aching cock where it lay trapped 
between the big man's muscular, linen-covered thighs. 

Mulder sighed. Somehow it always worsened this ordeal to be completely 
naked, bottom high over the lap of a fully-clothed man. A man who had 
every intention of spanking his bare butt until he was kicking and 
crying like some out-of-control five year old. While Skinner remained 
the wise, self-confident authority figure, saddened and disappointed 
to have to deliver such a harsh punishment but determined to teach a 
painful and much needed lesson 

The worst times were when Skinner was still in his FBI uber-director 
suit. He always made such a ritual of it. Carefully removing his 
expensive, regulation, dark gray or blue jacket, then rolling up his 
sleeve, right arm only, massive forearm revealed under the crisp, 
over-starched, snow-white shirt, then oh so carefully arranging his 
pants as he sat down. Couldn't allow a frantically squirming, 
bare-naked slave to destroy the crease in his pristine dress slacks, 
now could we? 

And after if was finally over, when they both stood up, Skinner would 
still be the impeccably dressed Assistant Director, watching in a sad 
but self-satisfied manner, as Mulder was reduced to the role of the 
rebellious adolescent, crying and hopping around as he tried 
desperately to relieve a little of the sting in his freshly fired 
butt. It never failed to make Mulder feel like a naughty little boy 
who was getting nothing more than exactly what he deserved. Just the 
effect Skinner was after. 

He turned back around to Krycek. He looked up to see the other man's 
firm, white backside where it lay spread over Scully's lap, an 
unwilling but ready target. She was busy hefting a leather paddle in 
her hand, measuring the distance to the waiting bottom soon to be the 
focus of so much of her unwanted attention. In a perverse way, Mulder 
was anxious to see that unprotected bottom dancing to the tune of 
Scully's paddle while it turned a stunning shade of red, while big, 
macho Alex found himself crying and begging for mercy. And that was 
exactly what would happen. Mulder knew his Scully. 

"What exactly did I do?" Mulder whispered to Alex. 

The man shocked Mulder by actually looking happy. "You kissed me." He 
tried to say it so only Fox would hear the words. No such luck. 

"Yes you did, and since you and Alex seemed to enjoy kissing so much 
last night, I've decided to employ a little aversion therapy before 
you leave for your training session this morning. I think this should 
solve the problem permanently. I want you to kiss each other. You will 
keep your lips together while Dana and I blister your butts for you. 
Dana, if they move apart, start working on Alex's thighs until they're 
kissing again." 

Mulder looked over his shoulder again and winced as he saw that Walter 
already had a paddle raised high in the air, hovering over his waiting 
backside. 

"Can't you just use your hand, sir?" 

"No, my hand is still a little sore from that spanking I gave you in 
The Arena." 

Mulder's mouth gaped open. "So is my butt!" 

"Yes, I know. Should make this paddling even more effective. And I'm 
afraid that when your drill instructor sees that I've had to 
discipline you already this morning, he will probably go a little 
harder on you today. In fact, I think I'll mention it to him when he 
gets here. A long day of getting your buns heated should teach you a 
thing or two about who owns you." 

"This isn't fair!" Mulder groaned in dismay. "I don't even remember 
kissing him, you know?" He pouted in a last ditch defense. 

"I know, brat, but you'll remember kissing his this morning. Now get 
to it." 

"Please, sir." Mulder purred as he batted long eyelashes up at the big 
Dom. Skinner blinked back, momentarily distracted. 

"Spoiled rotten." Alex observed. 

"Shut up, Krycek! Ouch!" 

"Fox, stop hitting him!" Skinner rubbed his hand over the bright pink 
patch his paddle had just left on Mulder's butt. It must be terrible, 
Skinner mused, to be lying here with such an intimate and tender area 
bared and positioned high over your Master's knees. Forced to offer 
it, with a show of willingness, however false, to your disciplinarian. 
Knowing full well that in a few seconds the delicate skin was going to 
feel the excruciating impact of a solid, wooden paddle. And also 
knowing, you couldn't do a damned thing about it. Even when the paddle 
has visited your naked bottom over and over again, and all you could 
think about was getting your burning butt out of harms way, you would 
still have to lay there, bottom high and begging for more. And only 
when your Master decided you had been properly corrected. Only when he 
deemed you well and truly punished, were you allowed to leave your 
humiliating position over his lap. Must be terrible. Skinner shrugged. 

"Now, both of you be quiet and kiss." 

Mulder and Krycek leaned forward slightly and molded their lips 
together, just as both of their bottoms burst into flame. Both men 
yelped into each others mouths but managed to keep their lips tightly 
sealed. 

The two Doms were relentless in their efforts to cover every inch of 
the bare, ill-fated bottoms over their laps. Both pretty backsides 
twitched, and wiggled and reddened nicely under their experienced 
hands. 

Mulder couldn't remember having had a much worst experience. He was 
kissing Alex Krycek, his own tears mingling with those of his enemy 
while Skinner was setting his backside on fire with that paddle. He 
couldn't even beg for mercy without losing contact and endangering his 
tender thighs. He maneuvered his head around so he could look up and 
over Krycek to watch Dana work. Alex's once white bottom was bouncing 
and clenching as Dana applied the leather paddle with vigor and 
determination. Of course it would have been a lot more enjoyable to 
watch if Mulder's own hindquarters weren't also sizzling from the 
business end of a wooden paddle. 

Skinner noticed Alex watching him work over Mulder's butt and began a 
hard series of devastating smacks right to the place where Mulder 
would have to sit down. Fox gasped and without thinking, turned around 
to beg Skinner to spank in a different spot. The paddle immediately 
moved down to sting his previously untouched thighs. 

Alex let out a wild whoop as the leather connected with his own tender 
legs. He grabbed the piteously begging Mulder, who was wasting his 
breath anyway, and forced their mouths back together, swallowing 
Mulder's pleas and cries for mercy. As the paddling resumed on their 
flaming butts, Alex kept a firm hand on the back of Mulder's neck 
until the spanking was over. He released the sobbing Mulder, who let 
his head drop toward the floor, lying limp and defeated over his 
Master's lap. 

Krycek didn't think he had ever seen a more well-spanked bottom than 
the one now displayed over Skinner's knees. He was certain his own 
matched it exactly for brilliant color and welted texture. Skinner was 
right. They would get more than their fair share of smacks today on 
these already tenderized bottoms. They would be practically 
irresistible to the trainers. 

Skinner ran an experienced hand over the throbbing bottom still over 
his knee. "I think that should do it for now. Up you go." 

The minute Mulder had regained his feet, Skinner pulled him tightly 
against his chest. "I don't have time to reassure you that you're 
still loved right now, but I promise I'll more than make it up to you 
tonight. Now it's time for breakfast." 

"I'm not hungry," Mulder pouted, rubbing his injured butt. 

"Mulder," Skinner lifted his slave's chin up so their eyes met. "This 
is a slave island. You are a slave. My slave. You are about to walk 
out that door with a bottom that has clearly already had a losing 
discussion with a paddle this morning. My guess is that it will be 
kept burning pretty much the rest of the day. Do you really want to 
anger your Master into putting you over his knee again before you 
leave?" 

"No sir." 

"Good choice, kid. And stop rubbing that butt without permission. I 
swear!" 

Mulder ate a good breakfast. He pouted, but he ate. He knelt on a 
cushion by Skinner's chair and ate every bite that his Master placed 
in his mouth. 

After the meal, Scully went out for an early morning swim as two 
unhappy, red-bottomed slaves cleaned up the kitchen. Skinner sat 
drinking another cup of coffee and thoroughly enjoying the view. Those 
burning backsides must have been good motivation as the kitchen work 
was finished with very little bickering between Mulder and Alex. 

"Fox, stop sulking," his Master commanded as he secured the white 
thong on his slave. "You boys go stand by the door and wait for your 
trainer." 

Skinner didn't miss the elbow Mulder thrust into Alex's ribs. The AD 
was no fool. He knew that it was Mulder who did most of the hitting 
between the two men, Alex seldom tried to hurt Fox even though Walter 
was almost positive the tough, little Chicago street boy, Krycek, 
could easily kick the agent's rich, little Vineyard butt. Maybe it was 
time Mulder realized that fact before he finally stepped on Alex's 
last nerve. 

"Okay, that's it!" He grabbed Mulder by his arm. "Alex sit down." 

Alex immediately but gingerly seated himself, watching warily as the 
big Master shook Mulder until his teeth rattled. "I have had it with 
you and your open hostility to a man I invited to stay with us on this 
island. I want you to present your bottom over Alex's knee and ask him 
very nicely to give you yet another highly deserved spanking." 

"No!" 

"Fine, you want to defy me. I'll give you another good hiding and then 
you can ask Alex to spank you. How about that?" 

"But I . . ." Mulder shut up quickly as his Master shook him again. He 
quickly moved to Krycek's side and awkwardly lay face down over his 
knee. 

"Fox." Skinner warned. 

"Spank me." 

Alex didn't need a more sincere or sweetly-worded invitation. He had 
wanted to do this for years. He brought his hand down hard on the 
pretty, upturned bottom over his lap. Mulder immediately yelped as his 
sore butt became the focus of yet another chastisement. As Alex 
happily delivered this long overdue retaliation, he wondered just what 
shade of red he was achieving here. Crimson? Scarlet? Vermilion? He 
almost felt sorry for the wailing, kicking agent until he remembered 
being cuffed inside a car outside Marita's apartment, and an 
unexpected punch to his face when Mulder finally returned. Alex 
redoubled his efforts. 

At exactly 10:00 Scorpion came to collect his charges. He had to wait 
a few minutes as a kicking, cursing Mulder suffered through the final 
stages of his second hard spanking of the morning. 

"You know, Fox, maybe I should let you go warm the pool with that hot 
bottom before we start your training for the day. Save the club some 
expense on utilities." He chuckled at his own joke as he led the two 
pretty slaves away for a hard day of training. 

* * *

White Sands Beach
Slave Training Session 

The small group of seven exquisite slaves sat in Position One on the 
hot, sandy beach, hands locked behind their necks, eyes straight 
ahead, while a large group of spectators sat at tables under the cool 
shade of umbrellas, sipping drinks and watching the slaves jump 
through hoops for their trainers. Scorpion had noticed that the Fox's 
big Master was not in attendance yet. The man insisted on overseeing 
every step of his slave's training, including the administering of 
discipline, and it infuriated Scorpion to no end. 

Scorpion brought his thin strap down, catching the nipple of a 
red-headed slave with the angelic face of a choir boy. "Why must a 
slave present himself in this manner, little pet?" 

"It's a sign of our subservience to our Masters, sir." 

The strap caught the same nipple and the redhead hissed with pain. 
"That's not the answer I'm looking for. Try again." 

"So our Masters can look at our bodies." Another hiss as the strap 
kissed the same red, swollen little nub. 

Scorpion snapped the strap down to catch the tender inside crack of 
Mulder's butt where it rested on his legs. "What about you, pretty? 
Why do you think we make you display yourselves like this?" 

"Because you enjoy it." Mulder snarled between clenched teeth. 
Scorpion had been exercising them hard all morning and had been just a 
little too liberal with that strap for Mulder's taste. The agent was 
hurting and humiliated, and quickly losing his always tenuous hold on 
his temper. 

"That's right, pretty. See you can be smart when you need to be. Isn't 
that right?" 

Krycek glanced to his side to see Mulder's jaw start that slow twitch 
that was the first indicator of a right hook to the nearest jaw. Shit! 

The stinging strap lashed out to bite Mulder in the ultra tender spot 
under his right arm. "Answer me, slave boy!" 

"Yes, sir." The words sounding as if they had been pulled out of the 
very sand they sat on. Rough and hot. 

"Yes sir, what?" The strap bite into the nipple adorned with the tiny 
gold ring, making Mulder flinch, his eyes now shooting green sparks 
out toward the sea. Krycek held his breath, waiting for the inevitable 
explosion. 

"Yes sir, <I> can be very smart, sir." 

Krycek winced, no mistaking the sarcasm in that little remark. 

Scorpion brought the strap to rub against Mulder's nipple ring again, 
slowly caressed it down his chest and over his stomach. "You ever had 
that pretty cock of yours whipped, little slave boy?" He was gratified 
to see Mulder's body instantly tense. "You want me to take that thong 
off you and let these nice people see how I can make a pretty boy's 
balls dance while he screams for mercy?" 

Scorpion reached down to pull the disrespectful little slave to his 
feet for a taste of strap he, or the spectators, wouldn't soon forget. 
Later, Krycek wouldn't remember actually moving. The idea of the 
instructor whipping Mulder's gorgeous cock infuriated him beyond 
reason. So what if the agent was in denial and wouldn't accept Alex 
into his bed. He would wise up someday, and when that day came, Alex 
wanted that pretty cock to be there, undamaged and waiting for him. 
The next thing Alex knew two other trainers were pulling him off 
Scorpion's bleeding body. 

The two trainers and Mulder held the struggling Krycek, while Scorpion 
made it back to his feet. The big, angry trainer pointed a finger at 
Alex. "Lock him in the pen. You're going to be sorry you did that!" 

"You hurt him and I'll kill you." Alex whispered, and for the first 
time in a very long time, Scorpion felt a shiver of fear run up his 
spine. 

Once again, Mulder was mystified by Krycek's actions. Alex had spent a 
good twenty minutes this morning beating him black and blue. Well 
okay, so his butt wasn't really bruised but it had still hurt like 
hell, and Alex had made it clear that he had enjoyed dispensing every 
well-placed slap. Now the man had gone against the trainers to protect 
Mulder. It just didn't make sense. 

The two trainers started pulling Alex away, Mulder still trying to 
calm him down. Scorpion reached out and grabbed Mulder's arm. "You 
stay here, I'm not finished with you yet." Mulder struggled to throw 
off the trainer's restraining hold so he could go with Krycek. "Get 
back down on your knees, pretty." He leaned down so his lips were 
touching the pretty slave's ear. "Smoke." 

Mulder stopped dead in his tracks, and dropped to his knees in front 
of the delighted Scorpion. 

Alex was dragged away, struggling and screaming, to be locked in a 
small, stifling hot cell set away from the main complex. There was 
nothing there except a sink and stool. As the hours wore on, Alex 
could do little but sweat, curse and wonder what was happening to 
Mulder. 

Scorpion looked down at the bowed head of the kneeling man in front of 
him. "Kiss my feet, pretty." Mulder immediately lowered his lush lips 
to the top of the big trainer's shoes. Scorpion ordered Mulder back to 
his knees and then snapped his fingers in front of the slave's nose. 
The agent quickly looked around for Alex but the man was no where to 
be seen. What the hell? 

Scorpion smiled evilly as he turned back to the other stunned slaves. 
"All right, slave boys, Position Three, get those pretty butts in the 
air. It's time to get you ready to serve lunch at a little private 
party we have planned." 

As the slaves knelt on the crowded beach, bottoms pointing to the open 
sky, spread open for all to see, two trainers came forward carrying a 
box of large, knobbed butt plugs. The trainers weren't exactly rough 
with the insertions but there was more than one yelp of pain heard as 
each of the plugs found an uncomfortable home in six disinclined 
backsides. The trainers then picked up six remote controls and the 
audience went wild as the pretty upturned butts reacted to the 
vibrators now imbedded deep in each anus. 

Mulder heard a couple of yelps from the slaves prostrated near him. 
This could not be a good sign. He tried to shift his eyes to the side 
to see what was going on but no such luck. Then the plug in his butt 
came to life and he gasped, getting a good mouthful of sand in the 
bargain. He tried not to let his backside react for the over-eager 
crowd but as the vibration of the plug increased he found himself in 
the same embarrassing boat as his brother slaves. His bare butt 
dancing wildly to the tune of the trainer who held his remote. 

As the audience slowly wondered off to find different entertainment at 
one of the other slave training sites, six uncomfortable slaves were 
ordered to their feet. Mulder was quickly marched from the beach along 
with his five other miserable companions, the large plug making itself 
felt with every step he took. 

They were taken to a slave stable, where they were showered and 
dressed to wait tables for an elite group of guests at a prospective 
investors luncheon given by the management of the island. 

Mulder looked down at himself. Skin tight muscle shirt and little silk 
running shorts that were slit to the waistband on both sides. The 
slightest breeze caused the flaps of the shorts to lift, showing off 
well-muscled glutes or a well filled thong. And the whole damned thing 
was white. Mulder was getting so sick of this white shit. He looked 
around, at least the five other slaves were dressed in white as well. 
No doubt if the cunning Alex were here he would have been given black 
to wear. And where the hell was Alex anyway? 

As they were marched onto the open-air terrace where the luncheon was 
to be served, Mulder looked up through his dark lashes at the 
assembled group. Successful looking men seated at round, elegantly 
decorated tables, sipping iced beverages. It could have been a 
business luncheon at any nice restaurant in DC. Except of course for 
the nearly nude male waiters. 

A man at one of the back tables caught Mulder's eye. He was sitting 
with his back to the slaves but Mulder would know those shoulders 
anywhere. Walter! Walter Skinner was here as a potential investor in 
White Sands Beach Club? Oh shit! Fox had a sinking feeling that some 
of the Mulder fortune was about to buy it's owner a permanent opening 
as a slave boy in training. 

For the next two hours, Mulder served lunch to a group of lecherous 
old men. One thing became very certain, if he lost his job at the FBI 
he need not apply for a waiters job. He was a disaster waiting to 
happen. Naturally graceful and athletic as he was, putting plates and 
drinks on tables should have been a breeze. The problem was the 
vibrating butt plug that would jump to life without warning and the 
flaps on the damn shorts. Just too convenient for rough, exploring 
hands. 

The first time someone's wandering fingers got a good pinch of his 
tender butt, Mulder had yelped and spilled iced tea on the offender. 
Scorpion had immediately rushed to the scene of the disaster. When the 
man had been properly wiped dry and adequately fussed over, Mulder was 
made to stand between the man's knees as the old bastard was allowed 
to slowly peel back Mulder's right short flap fully exposing one 
round, bare bottom cheek for punishment. 

Scorpion, holding a thin black leather switch with a large, leather 
slapper at the tip, took his place behind the condemned slave. 

"Six strokes, Fox. Mr. Gibbons please make certain you keep the area 
to be marked well exposed." As Neal Gibbons nodded as he lifted the 
flat a fraction of an inch higher, Scorpion raised the switch above 
his shoulder, only to have it stopped in mid-stroke. 

"Just a moment." Mulder was relieved to hear Walter's voice behind 
him, though he wasn't sure why. Chances were he would still feel that 
switch on his bare butt. "This is my slave and since I am in 
attendance, I'll punish him." 

"But, I'm his drill instructor!" 

"And I'm his Master. Give me the switch." 

Scorpion wanted to protest further but the look in the big Master's 
eye booked no argument. The trainer handed over the switch and with 
one final glance at the pert bottom cheek awaiting its due, sullenly 
moved to stand against a far wall. 

Skinner stood behind his slave as Mr. Gibbons lifted the silk flap 
still higher to insure good display of the target area. The Master 
aimed so only the leather slapper would make contact with bare skin. 
Skinner did not punish Fox for simple accidents and wasn't especially 
happy about this whole situation. 

"One." Skinner counted as he brought the switch down on the bare 
bottom cheek being so defenselessly unveiled for this purpose. 

The first stroke stung badly but Mulder managed to remain 
expressionless as a bright red strawberry appeared in the center of 
his exposed right cheek. The man holding Fox's flap out of the way, 
moved his other hand up and inside the front of his shorts, caressing 
the white thong. The slave felt his cock start to swell. Shit! 

By the third stroke of the slapper on already tender skin, Mulder 
yelped and felt tears fill the back of his eyes. He tried to swallow 
them back. Skinner brought the slapper down to kiss the exposed cheek 
three more times, each time earning a gasp or yelp from the 
unfortunate recipient. By the end of the punishment Mulder was the 
proud owner of six bright red strawberry blisters on a bottom still 
slightly pink from this morning's spankings. 

Mulder was then made to apologize to the man once more. The man 
finally removed his hand from Mulder's shorts long enough for Scorpion 
to hand him the remote that controlled the plug deep inside the 
slave's body. He had exactly thirty minutes to make the slave suffer 
for his misdeed. 

The experience was both exhausting and painful for Mulder. His remote 
was passed around at the discretion of the club management. More than 
once, when the control was sadistically turned to its highest setting, 
he found himself with head thrown back, pumping some invisible lover 
for the enjoyment of these special guests, his engorged shaft trying 
desperately to escape it's silk prison. 

Skinner watched as his slave put on yet another show. Mulder had no 
idea how beautiful he was at the moment, but every other man in the 
room most certainly did. He had become the main attraction at the 
luncheon. It would start with Mulder's body going rigid, then he would 
whimper in the back of his throat. Whomever was next to him, would 
very wisely, confiscate whatever food or beverage Mulder was holding. 
As the volume on the remote increased, Mulder would be lost in 
passion. Once the plug was turned off, the pretty slave would come 
back to himself panting heavily and blushing like a schoolboy. It was 
one of the most erotic things Skinner had ever seen. 

Skinner knew that the men who were good-naturedly' bickering over 
possession of Mulder's remote, didn't really want the device. They 
wanted to be that plug buried so deeply in the agent's shapely 
backside. Walter smiled smugly. Let them have their little fantasies. 
Mulder belonged to him and would always belong to him. Always. 

Not only did Mulder have the most popular remote control, he also had 
the honor of ending the luncheon with the most strawberries decorating 
both cheeks of his silk-clad butt. At one point, Walter made it more 
than clear that he was getting tired of interrupting his meal to 
attend to Mulder's backside. 

Having just delivered three more stinging marks, Walter leaned down to 
hiss in his slave's ear. "All you have to do is serve the food without 
spilling it, Fox. If you don't start being more careful, I'll show 
these men what a real spanking looks like." 

Fox also had the most inquiries into his availability to be purchased. 
That still scared him. He hoped he never really upset Skinner, there 
were just too many anxious people out there who wanted to get their 
hands on his rebellious self. 

As soon as the luncheon ended, Scorpion shuffled Mulder into a waiting 
golf cart. The drill instructor cursed to himself as his way was once 
again blocked by Fox's persistent and over-protective Master. 

"And you would be taking him where?" 

"Uh . . .he's on trash detail until 5:00, Mr. Skinner." 

"I assume I don't have to remind you of the terms of my agreement with 
this club, Mr. Scorpion? He is not to be unduly injured." He waited 
for the drill instructor to nod his head. "And no sex." 

"Yes, sir." Scorpion answered but Skinner could hear the 
disappointment in his voice. 

"You don't want to defy me when it comes to Fox, Mr. Scorpion." 

"Of course not, sir. Now we need to be on our way, this slave has a 
busy afternoon ahead of him." 

Skinner stood, hands on hips, wondering if he should just take Fox 
back to the suite with him right now. "Oh, one more thing." 

"Yes sir?" Scorpion now finding exasperation in his voice impossible 
to hide. 

"No kissing. Not even Alex can kiss him. Where is Alex, by the way?" 

"On a different work detail, sir. So, no kissing. Is there anything 
else, sir?" 

"No. Just don't let him out of your sight. He tends to attract 
trouble." 

"He won't have a chance to cause any trouble while he's with me, Sir. 
Now if you would excuse us." 

It was thankfully a short trip as Mulder felt every bump in the road 
through the plug still imbedded in his ass. At least the damned thing 
was turned off and he hadn't noticed Scorpion pick up the remote. 

They stopped in front of an isolated beach cottage in one of the 
private, seldom used parts of the island. It was really quite 
beautiful in a wild, untamed way. Dense foliage threatened to overtake 
the small, naturally pebbled beach that lay just a few yards from the 
cottage's front door. Mulder was sure Skinner would really like this 
spot and thought to bring him back to see it. His thoughts were 
interrupted by Scorpion's next words. 

"Fox?" 

Mulder turned at the strange tone in the trainer's voice. "Yes?" He 
asked hesitantly, his senses suddenly wary. 

"Smoke." 

The slave's eyes immediately glazed over as he dropped to his knees in 
front of the trainer. 

"Oh this is just too good." Scorpion crowed as he walked slowly around 
the very beautiful and compliant slave. "You can come out now, Sugar, 
our boy is out for the count." 

The blond, amazon drill instructor walked cautiously out of the 
cottage. She stopped in front of the hypnotized slave, waving a 
slender tanned hand in front of his face. "Damn, he's a pretty one." 

"Fox?" Scorpion watched as the dark head turned toward him. 

"Yes?" 

"Get him naked, Sugar, then tie him in the sling." 

Sugar led the now nude Mulder toward a heavy mesh, triangular sling 
that was tied between two trees. She made him sit down and then pushed 
on his chest until he was lying, long legs spread and hanging to the 
ground. She secured his hands to the ropes above his head, then his 
legs in a wide V' to the top of the sling's outer points, adjusting 
the apparatus so the slaves butt was lifted high, and fully displayed. 
Fox now lay, spread open and totally vulnerable to the two eager drill 
instructors. 

Sugar giggled as she gave the remote in her hand another vicious turn 
and watched as the plug hidden deeply in Fox butt came to life. He 
withered and moaned in his restraints, his cock swelling to painful 
rigidity. She threw the remote aside and reached for the plug, turning 
and twisting it, ignoring the slave's whimpers as she cruelly removed 
it from his body. 

"Well would you look at this," Sugar called to her partner. Scorpion 
came quickly to her side to look down on Mulder's exposed groin area. 

"He's been branded! I wouldn't have taken that big Dom of his for the 
type." Scorpion ran a finger over the raised ridge of tissue that 
formed the letter S. "An S' for Scorpion, how convenient." He laughed. 

"Hey not so fast! Maybe it's an S' for Sugar." His partner giggled as 
she too ran a hand over the silky skin where hip met thigh. The brand 
was at least an inch long, and must have hurt like the devil, as it 
marked this man as personal property, little more than a pretty pet to 
be owned and used by his Master . . . or Mistress. Sugar felt a thrill 
run though her body as she imagined herself the owner of such a 
beautiful creature. 

Mulder suddenly raised his head to look at the two of them with 
curious, confused eyes. 

"Walter?" Heavy lashes hiding dazed hazel eyes, blinked up at the two 
shadowy figures leaning over him having a very familiar debate. "Hey, 
you're not Scully." 

"Uh oh! Smoke!" Scorpion watched as Mulder's eyes glazed over once 
more and his head fell back down on the sling. "What the hell was that 
about?" 

"I don't like this, Scorp." 

"I know, Sugar, you've told me about a thousand times now. Come on, I 
want to show you some of the things Mr. Hoskins sent for us to use on 
him. I didn't even know they made shit like this, it's like something 
from some sci-fi movie or something." 

"What about him?" Sugar looked over at the naked slave spread so 
widely in the mesh sling. 

"He'll be all right. Maybe a couple of bug bites on some very intimate 
places but being a naked slave on a tropical island, what does he 
expect?" 

As Mulder attention was riveted to a single leaf, swaying in the 
breeze above his head, Scorpion and Sugar came out carrying a thin, 
neon blue rod. It was about two foot long and made of some sort of 
fiberglass, it seemed to emit a radiating electrical pulse with no 
apparent energy source. 

"Scorp, I don't like this. What if that thing gives him a heart attack 
or something?" 

"The instructions say this Elec-Plasmic Correcting Rod isn't really 
electrical at all. It gives off no current of any kind. You just lay 
it on the area you want to punish, adjust the intensity," the big 
trainer set the rod on medium output and lay the innocent looking 
device against Mulder's left buttock. He pushed the little red button 
on the handle, then jumped back in shock as Mulder screamed in agony. 

"Well, I'd say that was effective." Scorpion leaned over and snapped 
his fingers in front of Mulder's face. The agent tried to jerk up into 
a sitting position, fighting at the straps that secured him to the 
sling, still gasping at the sting centered in his butt. 

Mulder looked down through his spread legs at the two trainers that 
stood over him. "Damn it, let me up from here!" 

"Not going to happen, Fox. I'm afraid you're in for a very long 
afternoon." Scorpion laid the blue rod against the center of Mulder's 
bare butt, spanning both cheeks. He pushed the small button and 
watched as the slave screamed and bucked frantically in the sling. 
After five seconds the trainer pulled the rod away as the slave still 
squirmed and panted for breath. 

"It didn't leave a mark on him." Sugar ran a hand over the wiggling 
bottom at their disposal. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out over 
Mulder's body and tears were coursing down his cheeks. "I think we 
better gag him. I don't think there's anyone around to hear him but 
this thing must really pack a punch." 

Scorpion pushed the button and touched the very end of his index 
finger against the blue rod. "Shit! Ouch! That felt like a bee sting." 
He shook his hand trying to alleviate the smart from his injured 
finger tip. He glanced back over to their whimpering captive. "Must 
hurt like the devil on his bare ass." 

Mulder watched with wide, fearful eyes as Scorpion ran the blue rod 
slowly over his nipples, trailing a slow line down to his exposed 
genitals. The agent stopped breathing. 

"Please, no." Mulder begged. 

"Now that's more like it, pretty. Only two hits and I have a nice 
little obedient slave on my hands. The marvels of modern technology." 

Sugar returned with a small silver ball, forcing it between Mulder's 
teeth. It instantly expanded to fit snugly inside his mouth, pressing 
his tongue firmly down behind his teeth. His mouth closed over the now 
hidden intruder. The slave's eyes were wide and frightened above the 
perfect lips. If they didn't know, no one could guess the man had been 
gagged at all. 

"That's great, Sugar! Totally silenced and still as pretty as ever." 

Mulder watched fearfully as Scorpion brought the blue rod down to lie 
across his bottom once more. The button was pressed and Mulder's world 
became nothing more than a line of pure agony on his bare skin. 

As the slave writhed and screamed around his gag, the softly purring 
blue rod send waves of pain through his nervous system. He would feel 
the cool rod touch his body, then a sensation like a hundred needles 
would send him into a frenzy of panic, after five seconds of agony 
that seemed like an eternity to Mulder the rod was removed, only to 
take up residence on another part of his trembling body. 

As the afternoon wore on, the torture device was used on his nipples, 
inside and backs of his thighs and his burning buttocks. Once the rod 
was taken away, the first agonizing sting would slowly be replaced 
with a deep, burning ache that lasted just like a lash from a strap. 

"From the way he's acting, you'd think we'd whipped him for hours but 
there's not a mark on his body." Scorpion admired the slim rod in his 
hand. "I love this thing." 

"Well, I doubt he does. I wonder how long the pain will last?" 

"If my hand is any indication, several hours just like a real whipping 
or maybe a real bee sting. Let's get moving, it's time to take him 
back to his Master." 

Scorpion freed the slave, dragging him up to stand swaying in front of 
him. "Fox." He waited until pain-filled, hazel eyes focused on him. 
"Smoke." And watched cheerfully as Mulder dropped to his knees at his 
instructor's feet. 

* * *

Main Compound
Master Skinner's Suite 

Mulder hurt all over. He knew that he had spent the last two hours 
picking up trash on one of the more remote beaches but he just 
couldn't remember many of the details. His nipples, thighs and ass 
were burning and stinging like he had been severely whipped but when 
he looked down, there was not a mark on him. Even his bottom had lost 
the blush from this morning's encounter with Walter's paddle and that 
damned Krycek's hand. 

He knew Scorpion was watching him as he walked wearily up the 
shell-encrusted stone pads to the front door of the suite. He wondered 
if Walter would let him take a nap before dinner. 

He opened the door and walked into the cool comfort of the suite only 
to find his Master waiting for him, hands on his hips and fire in his 
brown eyes. 

"Uh . . .is something wrong, Master?" 

"You might say that, brat. Alex has been sentenced to be the, and I 
quote, naked cabin boy', for one of the club's fishing boats for the 
next two days. Dana had to fly home because her sister-in-law is 
having a baby two months early, and someone broke into the club's 
office last night. Do you know anything about that?" 

"Uh yeah, Tara has a tendency to deliver her babies early." 

Uh-oh! The fire in Walter's eyes increased by at least twenty degrees 
with that ill-chosen remark. "Master, I can explain . . . what I mean 
is . . . you have to understand that . . .It's just . . .!" 

"Don't even bother! Turn around." Mulder did as he was told, all the 
while trying to come up with an idea to save his already hurting butt. 
He felt Walter's hand caress his bottom cheeks and flinched at the 
smart even that gentle touch produced in his aching backside. 

"Ouch! My butt is really sore, sir." 

"Don't give me any of that nonsense, brat. Except for some faint marks 
from that slapper at lunch, you're butt's as smooth and white as it 
ever is, at least temporarily. Very temporarily. You are going to 
spend the evening in this room, alone with me, for a good old 
fashioned round of punishment. Now go take a shower before dinner, you 
have a long night ahead of you." 

"Yes, sir." Mulder's shoulder's slumped as he headed for the bathroom. 

"And, Fox." 

Mulder turned. "Yes, sir." 

"Bring that damned lock pick with you when you come back." 

"Yes, sir. Do they know it was me? Am I going to have to spend time on 
my back with a bunch of fishermen, too?" 

"No. As unusual, I've saved your cute little ass, but only so I can 
torture it myself. Now get moving!" 

The water felt wonderful on his abused body, and Mulder did not want 
to come out of the shower to face his Master. He finally stepped out 
and dried off , making his silent way into the bedroom. He could hear 
Walter out in the small kitchen reheating the dinner that had been 
left by the island staff earlier in the day. The AD was loath to let 
Mulder near a kitchen too often, even to microwave. 

Mulder quickly plugged his laptop into the phone line and e-mailed the 
Gunmen to do a search on one Randy Simmons, a.k.a. Scorpion. If he 
could prove to Walter that this club, and especially Scorpion, weren't 
what they appeared to be, maybe they could go home or find a normal 
place to take a normal vacation. The agent hid his computer under the 
bed and went to meet his fate. 

Mulder had been forced to sit on the floor beside Walter's chair to be 
fed a nutritious and completely unappealing meal, prompted to eat 
every bite' by the use of a wooden spoon applied liberally to his 
sore, naked butt. 

After dinner, Mulder followed his Master into the main room to kneel 
between the knees of the irritated man and receive his sentence. All 
the agent really wanted to do was crawl into a soft bed and sleep for 
a week. Must be the fresh ocean air. 

"Fox, I'm going to ask you some questions. Don't make it worse for 
yourself by lying to me." 

"Yes, sir." Mulder scrunched up his face in trepidation. This was not 
going to be pretty. 

"Did you break into the club's personnel files after I distinctly told 
not to do so?" 

"Well, uh . . ." Mulder sighed, "Yes, sir but I can explain everyth . 
. ." 

"How did you gain entrance, brat?" 

Mulder sighed dramatically. "Lock pick, sir." 

"Give it to me." Mulder handed over the offending item, eyes widening 
as Walter reached out to lay it on top of his dark head. 

"Make sure that stays there. Now, how long were you in those offices?" 

Mulder gasped as his Master reached out and pinched his right nipple, 
then ran a finger around it very teasingly. He remembered the lock 
pick just in time, managing to remain still enough to not dislodge its 
location on his head. "Fifteen minutes or so, I think, sir." 

"It was twenty-two minutes, brat." Skinner pinched, then soothed, the 
other nipple, watching as Mulder tried not to squirm. "I was shown the 
security tapes. They knew I was FBI and hoped I could give them some 
help with identification. Luckily for you, the tape is very poor 
quality and it could be any black clad person hacking into their 
computer system. Finally got into those black clothes, huh? Spread 
your knees further apart." 

Mulder carefully complied, managing to retain the lock pick in its 
precarious position. "Uh . . .I look better in black, sir. I really 
think I should be the one to wear . . ." 

"Well, I don't, so tomorrow you're back in white." The Master gave his 
slave's balls a squeeze. "You're staying with me tomorrow, by the way. 
I want to do some sightseeing and since I can't let you out of my 
sight for one minute, you'll be going with me. And you needn't look so 
pleased about that, it won't be nearly as pleasant for you as it will 
be for me." 

Mulder swallowed hard, letting his bottom lip tremble just a little. 
Couldn't hurt to give it a try. 

"As for tonight, pouty boy," Skinner stroked Mulder's cock causing him 
to shudder, and the lock pick to slide into the Master's waiting hand. 
"I had the maid leave some cleaning supplies for you. You'll be 
addressing yourself to the kitchen and both bathrooms. I want them 
sparkling before I allow you to go to bed." He almost laughed at 
Mulder's crestfallen expression. "And since you spent twenty-two 
minutes disobeying me last night, you will present yourself to me 
exactly every twenty-two minutes tonight, and ask me to punish your 
bare butt. Don't dare be even a few seconds late either. " 

Mulder's head snapped up. "Every twenty-two . . .but . . .but . . ." 

Walter ignored him. "You will bring whatever implement I am to use 
with you each time, and it can't be the same thing twice in a row. I 
will decide how many strokes you get, the softer your choice of 
utensil, the more smacks you'll receive with it. Do you have any 
questions, brat?" 

"I . . .I . . .no." Mulder looked up through his lashes. "Well, just 
one. Do you think Alex will be all right?" 

Skinner sighed, sticking the lock pick in his own pocket. He didn't 
know why he bothered, Mulder always just got another one. He was 
probably a member of the Lock Pick of the Month Club', compliments of 
those three weird friends of his. "My understanding is that Alex was 
taken to work on one of the club's operational fishing boats as 
punishment for striking a trainer. There was nothing I could do. I 
signed an agreement before coming to the island that any acts of 
violence by my slaves, against club personnel, would be handled by the 
club's own security. It seemed an unlikely possibility at the time. I 
don't know what I was thinking. Krycek was naked, collared and 
leashed, carrying a bag of condoms and lube with him when he boarded. 
Club employees are under the same strict health standards that are 
enforced for guests, and there is a standing rule that no slave can be 
permanently damaged. So to answer you question, yes, Alex should be 
fine. Well used, but fine." 

Mulder looked down at his lap, "Thanks for not letting that happen to 
me." 

Skinner put a finger under his slave's chin and lifted his face to 
meet his own. "First of all, had you struck a trainer, I might not 
have been able to save you, though I would have tried." 

He shook Mulder's chin to make sure he had his full attention, 
"Second, Alex can take care of himself, I don't envy those fishermen 
unless they please Krycek as much as they please themselves. You, my 
eternally reluctant little sub, would probably have been thrown to the 
sharks for being too much damned trouble to rape. Not that I don't 
appreciate that you will only sleep with me but I doubt those 
fishermen would have shared my delight with your limited male sexual 
preference. And third, let's see what you think by this time tomorrow 
night. I plan to keep that sweet ass of yours well-warmed and 
well-used for the next twenty-four hours. And Fox, there will be more 
than one person on this island who will get to see you receive both." 

"Please Master. Don't do that to me." Mulder whispered, long lashes 
blinking rapidly. 

"It's part of your punishment, Fox. After you finish your chores for 
this evening, we will make a detailed agenda for tomorrow that will 
have regularly scheduled spankings and intercourse. When it's time for 
one of those sessions you will bare your backside and present it to 
me, no matter where we are or who is there to watch. This is a slave 
island, Fox, such acts are not only allowed here, they're encouraged." 

Mulder closed his eyes, already blushing. Skinner thought it might be 
one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. The more he thought 
about it the more he thought they should invest in a permanent 
vacation home here. The freedom to safely play with Mulder in public 
was intoxicating. He leaned down and kissed his slave's inviting lips. 

Skinner rose to his feet, dragging Mulder up with him. He slowly 
walked around his beautiful, naked slave. "You know you have the most 
beautiful ass. Every time I see you I want to either smack it," Mulder 
jumped as a sharp slap landed on his right cheek. "Or fill it." The 
slave hissed as a slick finger slid inside him. 

Walter's wet, hot lips began nipping at the delicate skin behind his 
ear as one finger on the hand that was wrapped around Mulder's chest 
began to gently circle his right nipple. So softly is was hardly 
there, but enough to send an electric shock straight to Mulder's 
groin. 

"I love having you between my hands like this, brat. At my mercy." 
Skinner slowly worked another finger deep inside the slave's quivering 
body and smiled as the man shuddered with passion. "You don't want 
other men to touch you like this, it makes you angry, but you thrill 
to my touch don't you, Fox?" 

The feather-light finger still circling the same tortured nipple in 
slow, maddening rings. "Fox?" The fingertip suddenly reversed sending 
a new crop of chills racing down Mulder's spine. No response. 

"Brat!" 

"Wh . . .wh . . .what?" 

Skinner gently pushed Mulder until he was bent over slightly, his 
hands supporting his weight on the back of the couch. "Ask me to take 
you, slave boy. You're mine, and I want you to ask me to use your body 
for my own pleasure." 

The slave gasped as a big hand squeezed his straining cock. "And it 
will be for my pleasure only, brat. You're not to come. I want your 
pretty cock rock hard and weeping all night long." Mulder whimpered as 
sharp teeth nipped seductively at his ear while three sizable fingers 
worked their way into his tight anus, and that finger . . .that damned 
teasing finger still circling his throbbing nipple. "And it will be up 
to you to keep it hard for me. I don't care how you do it but you will 
maintain this erection for several hours. Is that understood, slave 
boy? Do you understand what's expected of you?" A gentle crook of a 
big finger and the slave yelped as his prostrate made itself known. 

"Ye . . .yes, sir. Please sir. I need . . . to . . ." Mulder closed 
his eyes and gritted his teeth to delay his imminent orgasm. 

A long, gentle kiss to Mulder's temple, another on that cute little 
mole and a third on those magnificent lips. "I know you do, brat. But 
tonight you are going to learn some self control. You are going to mop 
floors, clean toilets, and repeatedly get your bottom warmed," 

A hard smack to one bare, quivering cheek, 

"And all the while you're going to be keeping this beautiful cock of 
yours," 

A long, firm stroke to aching, engorged flesh. 

"Nice," 

A sharp little pinch to a sore, pebbled nipple. 

"And hard." 

Fingers removed from Mulder's bottom only to be replaced by Walter's 
big, hard shaft. A slow, careful, possessive slide home. 

"And ready for me." Skinner managed to say before he lost the last of 
his concentration. He could hear Mulder panting but even when the 
Master's fingers dug into Mulder's hips and he screamed his name as he 
came, the slave managed to forestall his own satisfaction. Skinner 
waited until his breathing was under control again before kissing his 
slave's bare, sweaty back and carefully pulling out of his sweet body. 

"Very nice, slave boy. Now, over my knee you go for a little 
motivator, and then you have a kitchen to clean." 

Mulder reluctantly positioned himself over his Master's lap, his hard 
cock positioned carefully between his Walter's knees. "Scoot forward a 
little, Fox, and arch your back. That's better, stick it right out. 
You're to keep this bottom nice and high so I can spank it properly. I 
don't want to short-change you, brat. You deserve a long, hard 
spanking and it's my job to make sure you get everything that's due 
you. Now spread your legs. Wider, boy! You didn't expect me to ignore 
your thighs now did you?" 

Mulder wiggled and squirmed until Walter was completely satisfied with 
the angle of his bare bottom. Mulder was quaking with his own 
vulnerability as he lay over the big man's lap, waiting for that first 
terrible blow that would signal the beginning of yet another painful 
spanking. 

It came all too quickly. The big Dom proceeded to deliver a sizzling, 
old fashioned, bare-bottom spanking that had Mulder howling and 
begging for mercy long before it was finally over. 

Mulder yelped again as Skinner lay a big hand on his sizzling bottom. 
"My, this is hot. I think I'd better cool this down a little." 

The Master reached over to his glass of scotch and extracted a plump 
ice cube. Mulder looked up over his shoulder, eyes widening. "Please 
sir, no." 

"Isn't this something?" Walter held the cube in front of Mulder's 
nose. It was shaped like a small dildo. "I found them in a special 
tray in the freezer." 

"Yeah, real special." Mulder mourned. 

The ice cube slid easily into Mulder's lubed bottom. The agent howled 
again. "Shit, sir! Take it out! Please! Take it out." 

"No. And you'd better not let it slip out, if you know what's good for 
you." 

Skinner finally allowed his shivering slave to slide from his knee. 
Skinner rose, pulling Mulder to his feet, with his teeth chattering. 
"Tell me, brat, which do you like best the fire on your butt or the 
ice in it?" 

"I . . . I . . .please ta . . .take the ic . . ice out, sir!" 

"I said no and I meant no. Now go get busy on that kitchen, slave boy. 
Twenty-two minutes, take out what's left of the ice and report back to 
me for another spanking." A light smack to get Mulder started, and 
Skinner sat down to read a paper he had picked up at the island 
bookstore. 

It was difficult to accomplish much cleaning while simultaneously 
burning, freezing and watching the clock so closely. As the twenty-two 
minute mark approached, Mulder felt the familiar pang of anxiety in 
his stomach. His butt was still sizzling and now he had to go ask his 
Master for another spanking. He glanced quickly around the room, his 
eyes setting on the wooden spoon that had kept him motivated to eat 
broiled fish at dinner. He made a quick trip to the bathroom, gave his 
hard cock a couple of fash strokes, grabbed the dreaded spoon and 
headed back out to Walter. 

His Master didn't even look up as the slave stood before him, holding 
the spoon. Mulder cleared his throat but the big man just continued to 
read his paper as if the trembling man in front of him were invisible. 

"Uh . . sir?" 

"You're late, brat." 

Panic flashed across the slave's face. "I don't think so, sir. I was 
in here exactly on time." 

"You have been standing there but I haven't heard a request for me to 
spank your butt yet. You have to ask, Fox, and it has to be right on 
the dot of twenty-two minutes. Now, ask me." 

"Would you . . . uh, sp . . .use this fucking spoon on me, sir?" 

"Do I need to send you for a bar of soap, brat?" 

"No, sir." Mulder gritted out between his teeth. 

Skinner raised one brow at him, decided to let that belligerent tone 
of voice pass for now. "I didn't think so. All right, slave boy, get 
yourself over my knee. Next time, ask for your punishment properly or 
I won't be so generous. Four strokes should be enough to reignite this 
hot, little fire. Don't use that lock pick again, brat." 

Mulder hung on tightly to the couch cushions as the wicked spoon 
visited his already sore butt four times. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! 

"Ouch-h-h-h! No more lock pick, sir!" Then Mulder thought to add, 
"While we're on the island." 

"And now two for being late to ask for it." Whap! Whap! Two more on 
the back of his naked thighs. 

"Oh-h-h-h! That hurts, sir!" 

"Good." Another special ice cube placed carefully inside the newly 
warmed bottom. Walter pulled the squirming, shivering slave's head up 
and kissed him passionately. "Now get back to work, and don't be late 
next time." 

The next two times, Mulder was quick to ask for his chastisement. 
Presenting first a small breadboard that hurt worse than any paddle as 
it was applied three times to his overly sensitive butt. The next 
time, he brought Walter's leather paddle from their bedroom. He had 
run out of options in the kitchen, and did not want to even think 
about the metal utensils that lurked in those cabinets. He only 
received two stinging smacks from the paddle so he considered it a 
reasonably good choice. Both times, Walter had taken him over his 
knee, reheated his sore bottom, inserted a new ice cube, then kissed 
him when it was over. All in all, except for the kiss, it was a 
turning out to be one of the worst nights of his life. 

There was just no way to explain the sensation of having a bottom that 
had been doused with oil and then set aflame, stuffed with the cold 
burn of an ice dildo. And to have to keep yourself rock hard, but not 
come, through it all. 

Twenty-two minutes later, a despondent Mulder showed up with his 
Master's belt. He was surprised to see Walter talking on the phone. 
Who could he be talking to? The phones only worked on the island 
itself, all outside calls having to be placed through the lobby of the 
resort and Scully had already called earlier tonight. Walter didn't 
acknowledge him in any way. Mulder shifted from foot to foot as he 
glanced down at his watch. The rapidly moving little hand ticking off 
each second with deadly precision. Should he interrupt his Master to 
tell him it was time or should he wait until the man finished his 
conversation? More fidgeting finally earned him a glare and a finger 
pointed toward a corner of the room. Mulder quickly stuck his nose in 
that corner and awaited his wretched destiny. 

Skinner finished his phone conversation. He had been requested by the 
management to please shut down his computer modem as it was 
interfering with their outside lines. He searched until he found 
Mulder's laptop with the blinking red message icon. He read the 
message from Frohike. Mulder was so fortunate to have been born 
beautiful. Without those stunning good-looks someone would have surely 
killed the man long ago, just to rid the world of such a damned 
nuisance. 

He walked back out into the common room of the suite and studied the 
gorgeous man standing in the corner with his nose pressed tightly 
against the white wall. His butt was glowing scarlet but it could 
still take some more. That butt would be warm enough to toast bread on 
when Skinner got done with him this time. 

He walked up to the pretty slave, noticing he had dropped the leather 
belt. Probably didn't want to take a chance on breaking position to 
pick it up. Maybe he was learning after all. Walter reached down and 
retrieved the strap, doubling it over in his hand. Yes, this should 
make a good impression on his precious but exasperating little piece 
of property. 

"Okay, brat, time for another little discussion between my belt and 
your bare bottom." 

No response. Mulder just stood in his corner, nose pressed obediently 
to the wall. 

"Fox?" Skinner reached out to turn him around when he realized the 
young man was asleep. What he had taken for submissive compliance was 
instead an exhausted young man leaning heavily on a immobile object 
while sleeping. Shit! 

While Skinner contemplated what his next move should be, Mulder moaned 
in his sleep, waking with a start and a scream. "No, don't! No more 
electrical shock! It hurts! It hurts!" 

As the agent's knees buckled under his quaking body, Skinner reached 
in and easily swung his disorientated slave up into his arms before he 
could drop to the floor. 

"Sh-h-h-h, Fox. It was just a dream. No one is using electrical shock 
on you. Just relax, it was only a dream, you're fine now. No more 
punishment tonight, you can sleep now. Sh-h-h-h, my love." 

Skinner carried the distressed young man down the hall to lay him 
gently on their bed. Walter settled in close beside him, both arms 
cradling the still shivering man to his own big, warm, sheltering 
body. The AD felt hot tears soak the front of his shirt. He ran a 
soothing hand through the thick dark hair pressed into his chest. The 
Dom's mind went back to that self-assured slave at last night's cabana 
performance, watching as his hypnotized Top professed undying love for 
him. Falling in love with your slave was never wise, but sometimes it 
just couldn't be helped . He kissed the top of that dark head 
lovingly. And who the hell cared about always doing the wise thing 
anyway? 

"Sh-h-h-h, Fox, just go back to sleep now, I know you're tired. You're 
safe here with me. I'll protect you with my life." 

Skinner lay there a long time, still fully dressed, while Mulder's 
breathing evened out and he slept soundly. Tomorrow would be soon 
enough to finish Fox's punishment session. The Master had a day 
planned that would keep Mulder's cheeks glowing a bright red, both 
sets of them. Walter loved the way Fox blushed so easily and often. It 
was one of the primary reasons he got so many offers for the handsome, 
young slave. That air of innocent embarrassment, combined with a 
penchant for risque innuendos, and a body that was made for sex. A 
lethal combination. 

And then there was the smoldering arousal. Mulder professed to hate it 
when Skinner dominated him, but in truth, it excited him. Made him hot 
and begging for the sex that only Skinner provided, which the slave 
also claimed he didn't crave. Foolish boy. But secretly Walter hoped 
he never lost that air of self denial and innocence. It was very sexy. 

Skinner glanced over at the white clothing he had selected for his 
slave to wear on their excursion around the island tomorrow. Mulder 
was going to really hate this. He would argue, and spit and sputter in 
green-eyed fury, until he was once again forced to put his own 
objections aside and submit to his Master's wishes and desires. 

He kissed the top of the dark head once more. And his Master? Well, 
his Master was going to love every minute of it. 

The End