FOX MULDER'S WILD RIDE
By Eli_Anne, Vyper & Sonja Blue

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Mulder shouted as waves of pleasure swept throughout his body. The Alien's tongue continued to secrete green liquid within Mulder's body, effectively lubing him as well as releasing an enzyme that leaked into Mulder's bloodstream. An enzyme that turns into a highly aphrodisiac-like element within a human body. The constant probing of the alien tongue was now moving in a backwards and forwards motion, fucking Mulder's tight hole.

Suddenly his ass muscles clenched around the thick tongue as lightning hit his body, his hard cock and anus the focal point of electric power. Waves of the wild sensation climbed up his body and hit is brain in such a powerful force that he started black out. Streams of cum was released from his body that spattered his bare stomach and the forest floor around him.

Finally, he started to regain consciousness and he rapidly became aware of something being not quite right. His cock was still hard, sticking up into the air and aching for release. Also looking around, he realised that Brian the Alien Bounty Hunter was nowhere in sight. Mulder looked at his pile of clothes and saw that they were all ripped to shreds and unwearable. Fear started to stir in is belly, because neither did he know in what direction the gas station was nor civilisation and neither did he care. He was not sure what had come over him, but he felt wonderful, alive and blissfully happy in his present state of undress. He looked down at his sweaty naked body and saw perfection.

He looked around and was dismayed that there was no-one in sight to worship such a magnificent specimen. A tiny part of his brain was wondering how he could be so hard so soon after the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm he had ever experienced. He felt like he was a walking aphrodisiac, the ultimate nooky magnet, Spanish fly incarnate. If he didn't cum soon and quick he was going to explode.

One hand went quickly to his cock and he started pumping furiously, soon drenching his body in sweat and his hand in strangely greenish fluid that dripped from the bulbous head of his penis. After a good half hour workout during which he had to swap hands three or four times when cramping set in, he had come explosively twice, his seed flying to the four points of the compass and coating the surrounding flora, and yet was still unsatisfied, his cock as rigid as before.

His stomach started rumbling, reminding him that he had not eaten in hours or was it days. Time seemed to have no meaning any more. He had had more sex in the last twenty four hours than the previous ten years and would need to replenish his energy if he wanted to stay upright long enough to find someone to fuck him senseless. There had to be hikers or bushwalkers out here somewhere, Mulder thought, recalling hundreds of case files of people going missing in woods all over the country.

He wandered up hill and over dale, pausing only long enough to eat, drink and jerk himself off, which he did frequently, leaving a trail of sweet, fluorescent green semen that caused anything that lived and breathed in a five mile circle to go into a maddening sexual frenzy.

Only when he encountered a nasty patch of poison ivy and stinging nettles, did Mulder give any thought to covering his well endowed privates. Luckily close by were giant palm fronds and thin, but strong vine. Out of these he fashioned a sort of loin cloth and secured it around his waist, the furry underside of the leaves playing across his arse and cock, pleasuring him as he walked. At the base of a tall, ancient looking tree he found a scavenged raccoon hide that some predator had gutted and cleaned out. He put it on his head and the tail tickled his neck as it swung to and fro. He whistled happily as he trekked, munching on the various fruits and nuts and seeds that he came across. For the first time since he had been ditched by the Mighty Morphin' Alien Bounty Hunter, he was at peace, the continual stimulation on his genitals taking the edge of his formally insatiable urges.

He never heard the rustle of leaves and the snapping of branches that foreshadowed a small being plowing into him and knocking him to the ground, his nose just an inch away from an enormous pile of mushy droppings. He managed to roll away in time, his attacker straddling his chest, two large brown eyes peering out from a dirt-caked face that looked strangely familiar. Waist length, matted brown hair framed a slender body that was weathered and tanned from a life-time outdoors. Large, perky breasts swung above his face, tantalizingly close, a temptation too good to ignore. Mulder lifted his head and flicked his tongue at the left breast, zeroing in on the nipple, sucking and nibbling and nuzzling it until it was hard between his teeth. He almost gagged when he tasted sweet milk drip onto his probing tongue, but the taste ignited his appetite and he begun suckling in earnest, the life giving liquid growing from a trickle to a flood. He had never tasted anything so wonderful in his entire life and he wanted to remain in this position forever.

He felt a cool breeze play across his cock and balls as his loin- cloth was ripped off. Long slim fingers fondled his sac and stroked his cock, building in intensity until he was writhing on the ground and it seemed there were hands and fingers everywhere, on his legs and feet, his chest and stomach, his arse and back, his face and throat. It was an amazing massage, sensual and relaxing and invigorating all at the same time. He heard a number of voices, though no recognizable words just grunts and groans and curious chirps and whistles. It was like a symphony, totally harmonious that seemed to come from the very forest itself.

He tried to open his eyes, but they were held closed with soft, wet kisses and he accepted his temporary blindness, allowing his other senses to take over. His 'coon hat was lifted from his head and trailed over his body, the fur rough and prickly when dragged up his sensitized skin, only to change to soft and velvety when rubbed in the opposite direction.

The flow of milk gradually eased back to a trickle and he cried out when the breast was removed from his mouth. It was soon replaced with something thick and hard that also spurted sweet tasting fluid deep down his throat, with powerful thrusts that forced his jaws to their absolute limit so that he barely avoided choking.

He felt his legs lifted and separated around a large mass of muscle that settled between his thighs. Masses of wiry hair brushed against his balls and callused hands forced his knees even wider apart, exposing his anus for all too see, to poke and prod, before an authoritative growl rumbled through the cooling air. He managed to open dazed eyes long enough to see his next partner and he had to blink, to make sure that what his eyes saw was what was really there.

*Oh shit. Big Foot!* He tried to scramble backwards, ignoring the waves of pleasure that surged through him, ignoring the primal, animalistic force that hungered to be taken, to be filled and stretched. He didn't get far, coming up against Big Foot's younger brother's broad chest where he was held firmly. What he had mistaken for hair was in fact thick fur hides that covered the bodies of all the humanoids that surrounded him and kept him from escaping.

But did he really want to escape? That mysterious green pre-cum was still leaking freely from his cock and all the members of the tribe had had a taste of it in a succession of blowjobs that had lasted all afternoon and had finally left him sated and sexually satisfied. He had fed periodically, either by breast or from the many hands that pushed succulent berries into his sore mouth.

The male that knelt between his legs had the biggest cock Mulder had ever seen. It was at least fourteen inches long and ranged from four inches at the large mushroom-shaped head to a torturous six inches at the flared base. The balls underneath were the size of billiard balls and they pulsed with the pressure of billions of sperm, impatient to start their journey.

The younger male behind Mulder grabbed him under the knees and held him wide open for the alpha male to begin his penetration. Mulder closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain as the head was forced through his tight ring of muscle with a loud pop. This was no slow seduction like he was used to with Walter and Alex. He was impaled with one vicious thrust that almost tore him in two and should have left him screaming in agony, but instead he felt his arse go tingly and slightly numb. Whatever Brian had released into him acted as a mild muscle relaxant allowing the massive intruder to slide in and out like a well oiled piston, a large swelling rubbing his prostate on each stroke. His own cock was ignored and when he tried to reach out to jerk himself off, his wrists were grabbed and tied with strong vine then secured to a low branch above his head.

He felt the pace and intensity of the thrusts increase and then warm semen was jetting deep inside his bowels over and over for what felt like an eternity.

This procedure was continued over and over, a steady stream of males lining up to take their turn with him. A few fights broke out as patience was worn thin during the long twilight and early evening.

Mulder was shaking with exhaustion from the constant attention his battered, bruised body was receiving. He fell asleep a couple of times only to be woken when another massive cock was forced between cracked, bleeding lips. Countless numbers of females took their pleasure from him as well, mounting his constantly erect cock and riding him like he was the main attraction at a rodeo. And yet, he continued to be aroused, to orgasm again and again, over and over into pussies and cunts and arses and mouths and hands.

*How could I be producing so much semen?* he wondered during a brief lapse in the proceedings when the larger males left to gather food. *Thank god* he thought. He was definitely fucked senseless, so much so that he greedily ate whatever was pushed into his mouth.

Squirming bugs and insects along with long, thick juicy worms were all devoured without hesitation. He was held upright and fed large strips of raw, bloody flesh, that settled like lead in his stomach.

A female knelt in front of him and squirted fresh, warm milk into his face, managing to get most of it into his mouth. He could barely stay awake, leaning heavily on the arms of the creature behind him and he was relieved when he was laid down flat on his back.

Mulder heard a chorus of grunts and chirps as the clan argued his fate. He was surprisingly unconcerned about what they might be planning for him, grateful just to rest and recharge his batteries.

Only moments later he was wakened when he felt his arms and legs drawn upwards, wrists and ankles secured to a strong pole. This was quickly lifted off the ground by two of the larger males, and with the rest of the clan following or scouting ahead, he was carried towards an unknown destiny, swinging from side to side, deeper into the jungle and further away from his former life as an FBI agent.

Fox Mulder's Wild Ride 2

Writers: Eli_Anne (Lead Writer) e_ocon@ix.netcom.com Vyper vyper001@yahoo.com Sonja Blue slashingthefox@yahoo.com

Mulder found himself awakening, feeling a rhythmic rocking. He wondered where the creatures were going to take him. They must have put him on a pallet, because he was no longer trussed up. He lay still, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling.

"I know you're awake Mulder."

"Huh?" mumbled Mulder, opening his eyes and sitting up. "Frohike!"

He looked around - he wasn't on a pallet being carried into a forest. He was in the back of a van. He groaned and fell back onto the van floor.

"Surprised to see us?"

"Yeah. Ooh, my head really hurts."

"I'm not surprised. Alien cum will really mess you up. Hallucinations, the whole bit."

"Hallucinations? Damn," Mulder muttered. He suddenly noticed that he was naked. "Uh, can I have some clothes?"

"No." Frohike moved to the front of the van; Langly was driving and Byers was talking on a cell phone.

"Mulder's gonna be ok, guys."

Langly looked briefly back at Mulder lying naked in the back. His long legs were splayed out, revealing his cock as he struggled to sit up. Langly could feel his erection straining in his jeans.

"Hey, Mulder. Nice pose!" he said, watching Mulder sit up quickly to cover himself up. He chuckled at the thought of what was awaiting Mulder when they got to A.D. Skinner's cabin in the mountains.

"Guys, this isn't fair. Don't you at least have some shorts or something I can put on? I'm cold," whined Mulder.

"You can be such a baby sometimes. We have some clothes for you, but you'll have to wait until you can bathe. You really stink!" replied Frohike as he returned to the back. "I do have something you can wear in the meantime, though," he said as he pulled a duffle bag toward him. Mulder groaned when he saw various leather objects in Frohike's hands.

"I'm not putting that stuff on!" Mulder inched back until his back was against the door of the van. "I'll jump out right now!"

"Don't be stupid, Mulder. The door is locked and Langly's going at least 60. You'll kill yourself."

"I don't care! I'm not doing it!"

"Is that the way you talk to the Mountain? I thought you were a better submissive than that, Mulder." Frohike's eyes gleamed as Mulder paled.

"The...the.Mountain? Who.is that?"

"You are such a bad liar! Let's just say that Skinner and I have some common acquaintances."

Skinner! The Lone Gunmen knew about him and Skinner? Mulder wondered if they knew about Krycek, too.

"Krycek, for one."

Mulder slumped at that statement. They knew! He had tried to be so careful about hiding his dual life - it seems that everybody knew about it!

"Are you going to let me put these on?"

Mulder steeled himself. He might obey Skinner and Krycek, but he'd be damned if he'd let this little troll tell him what to do.

"NO!"

"OK, I guess it's the hard way, then. Guys! I need your help."

Mulder was flung against the side of the van as Langly screeched the van to a halt. Before he knew what was happening, all three Gunmen were wrestling with him. He struggled, but the last day's events had taken their toll. He couldn't fend them off for long. After only a few minutes, Mulder was kneeling in front of them, his wrists wrapped in leather cuffs attached to cuffs around his thighs; his ankles were cuffed together. A thick leather collar was fastened around his neck and a stout dog chain was hooked to the collar. Frohike held the other end in his hand, fingering it as he looked at his friend, helpless and humble in front of him. Mulder never seemed to know the effect he had on other people sexually. Frohike had been hot for his tall friend ever since they first met; he had never thought he'd even have a chance until he had met Skinner, Krycek and Mulder at a local S&M club. Mulder had been trussed and blindfolded, so he didn't know that Frohike was there. He and Skinner had struck up quite a friendship; often when Krycek was administering discipline to Mulder. Skinner would seek out Frohike and watch him work on his boy toy of the moment. Skinner had promised him that someday he'd have a go at Mulder, if Krycek was willing.

Skinner and Krycek had approached Frohike one day about Mulder; they were going to give him an anklet with their marks on it, and they wanted the Gunmen to install a homing device in it to track their errant submissive when he was out on his crazy cases.

As Langly started the van up again, Frohike thought about the conversation he'd had with Skinner just that morning. Seems Mulder had gotten himself into a bit of trouble with an unknown number of parties, and was currently misplaced. Krycek had him for a little while, but lost him again when a morphing alien masquerading as Teena Mulder attacked him. In exchange for tracking Mulder down, the Gunmen could have him for a night. Skinner would let them have his cabin in the mountains. Krycek would pick him up the next day.

They had quickly agreed to the plan. When they found Mulder in the forest, he was naked and unconscious. They could see green slime dripping from his anus, and knew he would be out for a while.

"Frohike, please don't this," Mulder pleaded, raising only his eyes to Frohike's face.

Frohike smacked Mulder several times on the ass with a riding crop. "Quiet. One more word and I'll gag you."

Mulder quickly lowered his eyes, wincing at the pain. Frohike's voice had a different tone in it; it sounded very familiar.

"I'm the one in charge here; the other guys have never done this before so they'll take my lead. If you're good, we'll all enjoy a nice romp when we get to your master's cabin. If not, you'll feel my wrath."

Mulder remembered where he'd heard that voice! The club! Skinner preferred to keep to their suite, but Krycek loved to have their encounters in a large open room that could accommodate many groups. He always blindfolded Mulder. Many times in that room Mulder had heard Frohike's voice! Frohike had probably watched Krycek make Mulder do all those humiliating things. The only way Mulder had kept his cool in that room was not knowing how many people, if any, would ever be watching. He couldn't take the thought.

"Get me out of this!" he cried, struggling in his cuffs; the only effect he had was to fall over on his side.

"I warned you," growled Frohike.

He got the duffle bag and pulled out a ball gag. He grabbed Mulder by the hair and quickly fixed it in place. Mulder groaned and struggled against his restraints, but could do nothing. Frohike pulled him upright and attached a D-ring on the back of the collar to a hook on the van wall.

"I think you need a little decoration." He leaned forward and began to tongue Mulder's right nipple. When Mulder tried to pull away he pushed him against the van wall and resumed his work.

Mulder struggled to ignore Frohike's tongue, but he couldn't help it. His nipple hardened and he could feel a little pulse of pleasure shoot to his groin. Frohike reached into the duffle bag and pulled out a nasty looking clamp. He pinched some skin around Mulder's nipple and attached the clamp. Mulder could only moan as the throbbing began; he didn't struggle when Frohike stimulated his other nipple and applied the second clamp. He could only whimper in protest when weights were attached to the clamps and his nipples sagged down.

Frohike pulled several other clamps out of the bag; these looked different. He reached between Mulder's legs to pull out his scrotum. Mulder began to mumble frantically behind the gag.

"Don't worry, Mulder. These are specially designed; they won't do any permanent damage." He handled Mulder's sack carefully as he attached four clamps around the skin of the scrotum, careful not to pinch any vital bits. Tears were streaming down Mulder's cheeks as he tried to master the pain.

Frohike sat back to admire his handiwork.

"There. That will keep you until we get to the cabin." He pushed the duffel bag aside and moved to the front of the van.

Mulder knelt in the back, crying, struggling to calm down. He needed to overcome the pain, but he couldn't do it. The nipple clamps he could stand - they were a favorite of Krycek's - but the clamps on his scrotum were unbearable. He continued to struggle against his restraints until he slumped down exhausted. He barely remembered the last part of his trip.

The van finally came to a stop. Frohike unhooked Mulder from the van wall and removed the nipple and scrotum clamps. The relief from the pain was so overwhelming Mulder started crying again.

"Will you obey me, Mulder? As you would the Mountain? Without question?" Frohike asked, lifting Mulder's chin to look into his eyes. Mulder nodded his head vigorously, rubbing his face into Frohike's palm, trying to communicate his willingness to obey.

"Ok. I'll remove the gag and the ankle cuffs. You need to walk into the cabin for us." Mulder nodded again as Frohike freed his mouth and legs. Mulder remained where he was, trembling and submissive. Frohike pulled on the chain.

"Get out of the van."

Mulder wiggled to get out of the van. He stood, head bowed.

"Follow me." Frohike pulled on the dog chain and Mulder walked behind him. He shivered as the cold night air whisked by his naked body. He hoped the cabin was well-heated.

Mulder looked around as he entered the cabin. Skinner had been promising a long weekend at the cabin for months, but they never seemed to manage it. The first floor was a great room, with a kitchen at one end and a huge fireplace at the other. The second floor appeared to have several rooms. Frohike led Mulder upstairs.

"The first thing you need is a bath. You smell awful!" Frohike led him to a large bathroom. "Kneel." Mulder knelt on the floor; he watched as Frohike filled a very large whirlpool tub with hot water. Mulder gasped a little when Frohike removed his clothes -he was really hung! He had to have at least 10 inches of uncut cock dangling there. Frohike removed Mulder's restraints and the collar.

"You're on parole, Mulder. You really need a bath, so no restraints. If you're obedient, I won't put them back on. You'll serve us the rest of the night, unshackled. You may answer."

"Yes, sir. I'll be obedient."

"Good. Now get in the tub."

Mulder sighed contentedly when he lowered himself into the hot water. It had been at least two days since this whole thing started with A.D. Kersh and Jeffrey Spender. It was good to relax. He lay his head back and closed his eyes. He jumped when he felt Frohike begin to scrub him gently with a sponge.

"Stay still," Frohike said as he washed his friend. He kept his eyes on Mulder's face as he rubbed the sponge on his body; whenever he reached a sensitive spot, Mulder would start a little and a small smile would appear on his face.

"I'm done. Now you do me."

Mulder took the sponge as Frohike settled back into the tub. Mulder poured more body wash on the sponge and began at Frohike's feet. He was surprisingly muscular for such a short guy. And that cock! Mulder didn't dawdle as he finished scrubbing. When he was done, Mulder sat next to Frohike in the tub and began kissing and licking his nipples. Frohike tangled his fingers in Mulder's hair to pull his face up. He gave Mulder a long, lingering kiss.

"You have more work to do here," he finally said after breaking the kiss.

"I do?" Mulder replied.

"Shave your legs."

"What?"

"You heard me. There's a razor right over there."

Mulder was about to protest again, but the look in Frohike's eyes stopped him. He sighed as he reached for the razor.

After 20 minutes, Frohike stirred to check Mulder's legs. He ran a hand up and down both legs, checking for any missed hairs.

"Good. Now the arms, armpits and chest."

Mulder rolled his eyes as he continued shaving. Finally, the only body hair left was his pubic hair.

"Give me the razor and sit on the edge of the tub," demanded Frohike. Mulder obeyed and soon his crotch and scrotum were smooth.

"That's good. Now let's dry off." Mulder reached for a towel and dried Frohike before doing himself. He stood there, nude and smooth, waiting for more directions.

"Go get the blue tote bag in the bedroom." Mulder retrieved the item.

"Put on those clothes, then meet us downstairs." Frohike left the bathroom as Mulder looked into the bag.

"No!" he said out loud, looking at the silky things. He pulled out a garter belt, white silk stockings, high heel shoes, and a silk camisole. "I can't!" He sat on the tub, staring at the things he had thrown on the floor. Skinner had done this a few times when Mulder had been particularly recalcitrant. He had even made Mulder wear the camisole, garter belt and stockings under his suits to work for a week! He spent that entire week in perpetual terror of getting into an accident or having something happen where he would be exposed. Scully had almost seen him in his office - the stocking on one leg had popped off the garters, and he had his pants down trying to fix it. THAT was a close call!

Mulder tried to think rebellious thoughts, planning an escape. However, he knew it was futile. He craved the discipline and submission he received from his two lovers - although he'd never yet admitted it openly. He had a deep-seated need to obey. He reluctantly reached for the clothes.

Mulder stood at the head of the stairs for a moment, looking down at the living area. The Gunmen were sitting around a large fire, nude, drinking beer. Mulder fiddled with the garter belt a little - he couldn't get it seated right. He was secretly thrilled and thoroughly ashamed at how much putting on the women's clothes had excited him. He had a huge erection that bobbed ridiculously between his legs. He rubbed the camisole over his belly and moaned a little as his cock began to leak.

Frohike looked up when he heard the moan. Mulder was at the top of the stairs, hugely erect, rubbing the silky top he was wearing. Skinner had told him that Mulder loved to wear garters and stockings, but would never admit to it. When he had made Mulder wear those things to work, he could barely keep Mulder from molesting him in the hallway, in his office, even in the cafeteria. Their sex had been explosive each night. Frohike couldn't wait for what was in store for this night.

Mulder cautiously made his way down the stairs. It usually took him a while to get the hang of walking in heels again. At the bottom of the stairs, he stood shyly, his hands behind his back, face down, blushing. Frohike couldn't believe how feminine Mulder looked in that attire - except for the huge erection! Clean up the beard a little, and he would be quite a beauty! He looked at his two friends. Both Langly and Byers were staring at Mulder, their mouths hanging open. They were in for the time of their lives - they didn't know what a trampy little slut Mulder really was. This was going to be fun!

"Come here, Mulder," Frohike said.

"Yes, sir," answered Mulder. He walked slowly to where Frohike was sitting, his hips swaying as he adjusted to the heels.

"On your knees. You know what I want."

"Yes, sir."

Mulder knelt in front of Frohike. He put his hands on Frohike's thighs as he started nibbling at the foreskin. The cock was already half-erect when he started to manipulate the foreskin with his hand, gently tonguing the sensitive head. Frohike hissed and clenched his fists, trying to control the urge to cum then and there. Mulder began to use more of his mouth, sinking lower and lower onto the cock. Frohike's cock was fully erect, the head protruding from the foreskin, pre-cum leaking down the sides. Mulder ran his tongue along the sides, licking up the pungent liquid. He pulled the cock up to slide his tongue down to Frohike's balls, taking each large plum into his mouth, licking along the scrotum.

"The cock," choked Frohike; his balls were too sensitive to take much stimulation. Mulder began to deep throat his cock, moving down to nuzzle his nose in Frohike's abundant pubes, slowly pulling up until he held the head in his mouth, nipping the rim. Frohike grabbed Mulder's head and began to pump his cock in and out, fucking Mulder's mouth until he came with a shout. Mulder struggled to swallow the copious jets of cum, but some of it leaked out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. Frohike sagged back into the sofa, panting. Mulder remained kneeling, meek, with cum dripping off his face. Frohike sat up, grabbed Mulder's hair and licked the cum off his face. He then gave him a kiss and sat back.

"Boys, it's your turn. Mulder will do anything and everything you want - and I mean everything." Frohike winked at Mulder as the two other Gunmen moved closer to begin their fun.

Three hours earlier...

Brian the Mighty Morphing Alien Bounty Hunter was on the trail of the renegade alien morph. He could still sense the renegade many miles before him. But it was not the renegade that occupied his mind. It was that wanton slut, Fox Mulder, that was on his mind.

Brian pressed his foot down on the accelerator, not to reach the renegade all the sooner, but to put more distance between himself and that wild minx that he had left unconscious and naked on the forest floor. His lips tightened in a tense and flat line as the image of his last vision of Fox Mulder came to him, the agent's creamy and smooth brown skin in contrast to the bright green of the grass he was lying on.

It is the ultimate taboo among his kind to consort with the human species. What he had done to the agent on the forest floor was a crime he hoped his superiors would never know that he had committed, if they were to find out, they would have him hunted down and exterminated just as he was now hunting down the renegade morph.

He was also confused as to why he desired the human, in all the many decades he had moved among the humans, he had not once felt a desire to consort with the humans in any way. It was a wild craving that was taking over his thoughts and body when he thought of the FBI agent. His people were never subject to craving; it was solely a human weakness. Something was terribly wrong.

Langley and Byers' eyes burned with lust as they started to move towards a kneeling Fox Mulder, who was gazing up through his eyelashes at them with a hungry gleam in his eyes. The two Lone Gunmen were somewhat in awe of the silk clad man at their feet. Although his pose was submissive, the combination of the brown skin, sleekly muscled long limbs, large hazel eyes and full swollen lips; was dominating the room with his pure sexual presence.

Frohike reached over to Mulder's dark silky hair to run his fingers through the rich thickness. "Don't be shy, boys," said Frohike as he tightened his grip in Mulder's hair and pulled his head back so Mulder was then forced to look directly at Frohike. The little man had not failed to notice that Mulder was deliberately unnerving the other Gunmen with his direct looks. "Behave yourself Pumpkin."

Mulder eyes widened and he felt his entire chest and face flush with heat when Frohike called him Pumpkin. Frohike grinned in delight as Mulder looked up at him pleadingly, "that's right, Pumpkin is what Skinner likes to sometimes call you. It suits you." Chuckles were heard from Langly and Byers. Still keeping a hold of Mulder's head with one hand Frohike brought up his other hand in Mulder's sight. Frohike was holding in his other hand a black silk blindfold.

"No, please Frohike. Don't put a blindfold on me," whispered Mulder. As long as he could see the Lone Gunmen, Mulder felt he had some power over them. Also he knew with the blindfold that he would not be able to see what was coming, so he would have no way to mentally prepare himself for anything that was going to happen. Still grinning, Frohike placed the blindfold securely around Mulder's head, effectively placing Mulder into a world of complete darkness.

Mulder's whole body stilled and he made an effort to silence his own ragged breathing as he tried to get a sense of his environment. Mulder could feel Frohike's fingers in his hair, only this time gently stroking. He could also hear Langly and Byers a few feet in front of him, the faint nervous shuffling of their feet. "Fox is going to be a good boy now, aren't you Pumpkin," Mulder heard Frohike say near his ear. Mulder started to nod, only to tense as he felt Frohike's hands lowering down his back pulling his wrists together behind his back and then wrapping something soft and silky around his wrists.

"Stand up," said Frohike.

Mulder stood up, despite the darkness or even enhanced by the lack of vision, he enjoyed the feel of the silks he was wearing shifting around his body with his movements. Frohike then guided him a few metres across the room until he felt what he thought was the large wooden dining table bumping against the back of his legs. He then felt Frohike's hands pushing him backwards, indicating that he wanted Mulder to lie back on the table. Once Mulder had his entire body on top of the sturdy oak table, his hands were released and then each arm was stretched above his head to be secured loosely to each corner of the table.

"Byers, you take his right ankle. Langly you take the left. Tie them to the table legs, like I've done the wrists." Mulder heard Frohike say.

After a brief struggle, Langly and Byers managed to secure each ankle to a corner of the table. Mulder on his back and with his legs spread and bent at the knees, could feel a draft at his exposed genitals. He felt hands stroking his legs, up his calves, then his thighs... leaving a trail of gooseflesh. In the darkness Mulder could not tell which Lone Gun man's hands were stroking the soft inner side of his thighs, his abdomen and gently tweaking his nipples. Mulder could now hear a very low toned moan, and was surprised to realise it was coming from himself.

It was starting to madden him the way the Lone Gunmen were touching all of his flesh except for the area between the thighs and abdomen. Mulder was now aching and hard, the sensitive head of his penis was hyper aware of the drop of pre-come that was leaking.

CRASH!!!! BANG! BANG! SHATTER!!! BANG! The silken ties dug into the flesh of his wrists and ankles as his body jumped upward in shock. His hands tried to clutch frantically at the table as the table under him seemed to roll upwards then down, as if at sea. He could still hear the tinkling of broken glass.

"Frohike! What's happening! Take the blindfold off!" shouted a panicked Mulder. Only to hear the frightened screams of all three Lone Gunmen. "Langly? Byers? What's happening, what's happening?" continued Mulder. It seemed the Lone Gunmen were now moving away from him as their own panicking voices drifted away.

"Guys... where are you going? Don't leave me here, please don't leave me here." Mulder could still feel the table shifting under him and he could also hear a groaning and creaking between the crashing and banging sounds, that he could only assume was the house.

Then suddenly... Silence. Stillness. Darkness. Mulder was alone in complete darkness. He knew the Lone Gunmen were nowhere near. He became aware of his own quick breaths, the only sound. He strained to hear something, anything else, but he could not hear a thing. Mulder started to move his body around, trying to figure out how to release himself from the bonds. The effort was futile, he was securely tied to the table, and the table was way too heavy for him to move it. After about a full minute of listening to himself breathe, Mulder was once again thrust into terror as a sudden bright light penetrated the blindfold.

"Don't undo the blindfold," heard Mulder. The bright light that briefly shown in his eyes was gone. He couldn't figure out whose voice it was, and he started to squirm, trying to release his arms and legs from their bindings.

"Stop that!" barked a voice; Mulder could hear that the voice was electronically altered. He started to tremble, but his erection was as stiff as ever.

"I guess our little tart here is enjoying this, wouldn't you say?" said another, higher-pitched voice. He felt a hand gently stroke his penis. "Do you want to come, baby?"

Mulder groaned at the stimulation. "Yesss, I do want to come!"

"Well, it ain't gonna happen!"

Mulder yelped when the hand that had been so gentle before roughly grabbed his testicles and bound a leather lace tightly around his scrotum. He cried out and began to struggle again.

"If you don't stop moving, you're going to really feel some pain," hissed the deeper-voiced person.

Mulder couldn't stop writhing on the table; the past few days had caught up to him emotionally. He was tired and frightened and missed his lovers so much. He began to cry softly behind his blindfold.

One of his tormentors began stroking his belly through the silk teddy he was wearing, and leaned over to kiss him. Mulder leaned into the kiss, smelling a familiar scent.

"Alex?" he whispered against the warm lips.

"Yeah, baby, it's me," Alex replied, moving his hand from Mulder's stomach up to his neck. He had stopped speaking into the voice box. Mulder sobbed with relief, knowing that he would be OK now; if Alex were here, that meant the other voice was Skinner.

"Alex, you've ruined my little plan," grumbled Skinner, also tossing out the voice box. "We were supposed to teach Fox a lesson about obedience, and you fall for the first set of tears."

"Shut up, Walter, Fox has been through a lot. A little mercy couldn't hurt."

"We're still going to punish him."

"Fine, fine, you're the one in charge." Alex reluctantly pulled away from his lover's mouth, rubbing his thumb over Mulder's lower lip. Mulder dipped his head down to catch the thumb, suckling it.

"Now, Fox, I'm sorry. You know how disobedient you've been over the past couple of days. None of this would have happened if you'd followed Walter's orders and come home on time."

"I know, I'm sorry," pleaded Mulder. "I promise, I won't do it again, honest."

Skinner walked over to the head of the table and grabbed Mulder's chin, pushing his head back as far as he could. Mulder shook his head, trying to release it from Skinner's strong grip.

"Fox, you have deliberately been disobeying me. You've let practically everyone we know fuck you."

"I'm sorry, Walter, I'm really sorry." Mulder stopped suddenly when Skinner pinched the sides of his jaws.

"I've been trying to help you, Fox. What do you think all this training has been for - the strap, the cuffs, and the rules? It's been for your own good. You are not able to control your penis and ass - apparently anyone can come by and have their way with you. Is that anyway to treat yourself? Or Alex and I? We thought we were your lovers, but obviously we're just a back-up plan for you in case some stranger doesn't come by, throw you over your desk and fuck your ass. Is that how you see us?" Walter tightened his grip on Mulder's neck; he roughly grabbed and twisted Mulder's nipple.

"Aaahh! No, I love you and Alex - I'm not a slut!" cried Mulder.

"You're behavior seems to prove otherwise, Fox," Skinner replied, twisting Mulder's nipple again.

"I'm sorry, Walter, what more do you want me to say?"

"You will say no more tonight, Fox. I'm not going to gag you -you need to discipline yourself. For every word I hear that isn't just a cry of pain you'll spend 15 minutes in the public room of the club naked with no blindfold, available for anyone who comes by and wants a go at you. Do you understand? Just nod -we're starting now."

"Wal-" Krycek clapped his hand over Mulder's mouth, stopping him from finished the word. Skinner glared at Alex but let it go.

"Fox, you must not think I'm serious about this. I said, do you understand me?"

Mulder nodded his head, fresh tears slipping under the blindfold.

"Part two of your punishment - for the next month you will wear your prettiest lingerie to work under your suits - a teddy, garter belt, panties and stockings. Good thing we went shopping last week. Of course, this little outfit Frohike bought you is quite nice. I won't check everyday, but of course you'll never know when I will. And I really like this clean-shaven look -Frohike was right about that after all. You will keep that up indefinitely - I love the way it feels. Got it so far?"

Mulder moaned his assent.

"Of course, you'll also have to strictly obey all the rules that currently exist. Last week you were getting very sloppy -you weren't keeping our apartment clean and you missed quite a few meals. I'm not going to go hungry again."

Mulder started writhing again, miserable. He hated all the rules imposed on him. He was never very good at disciplining himself and Skinner seemed determined to turn him into some sort of robot. The cleaning schedules, all the meals he had to cook, bathing Skinner and Krycek -he hated being a slave! The only good part was the sex. Well, that was a real big part of it. "Do you understand all of what I'm telling you?"

Mulder nodded.

"Good. I'm not going to let even the smallest infraction of the rules go unpunished." Skinner started stroking Mulder's smooth leg, marvelling at how good it felt with no hair. He should have taken Frohike's advice long ago. Mulder jumped when Skinner's hand reached his swollen, dripping penis. "Fox, your ability for self-deception is amazing. I know right now inside of your head you hate my guts for every rule and punishment I bestow on you -but your penis tells the real story. You were born to be a slave to your men - and a slave you will remain."

Mulder whimpered, his hips arching while Skinner stroked up and down his penis. He knew Skinner was right, but he would never admit it out loud. Alex began kissing Mulder again, feasting on the swollen lower lip he loved so much.

"I love you, babe," he said, sinking his tongue deep into Mulder's mouth. He moved his hand down to Mulder's abused nipples and lightly stroked them through the silk until they had hardened.

"Let's drop the leaves from the table," Skinner said, his own hard-on threatening to burst through his pants. He and Krycek dropped the leaves at each end of the table, allowing easy access to Mulder's mouth and ass. "What about the blindfold?" Krycek asked.

"Leave it on. We're going to save our little surprise for last," Skinner replied, stripping out of his clothes. His hairy, muscular body was already gleaming with sweat. He took a tube of lubricant from his knapsack and applied some to Mulder's ass. He easily sunk two fingers in; Mulder pushed down hard on his fingers, trying to move them deeper.

"Hold on, baby, you'll get your fucking, I promise." Skinner nodded to Krycek to continue.

Krycek pushed Mulder's head down below the table and opened his mouth with his thumbs. He thrust his own erection into Mulder's mouth all the way to the root. Mulder was very good at deep-throating - he could take either of his lovers' cocks to the hilt with no problem. Krycek began a steady in and out rhythm, enjoying the movement of Mulder's lips and tongue around his cock.

Skinner pushed Mulder's thighs up, exposing more of his ass. He placed the head of his cock against Mulder's anus and slowly pushed it in. Mulder groaned as the large organ filled him completely; he loved being fucked at both ends at the same time. He felt like he was going to be split in two. Skinner and Krycek reached their orgasms simultaneously, both slamming deep into Mulder's body to release their semen. Mulder couldn't swallow all of Krycek's cum; some of it leaked out of his mouth. He lay gasping, his own penis feeling like it would split open at any moment. He knew from long experience that it would be hours before Skinner would let him come. Mulder heard a soft voice ask a question, be he couldn't understand the question or the answer Skinner rumbled. He felt the leaves of the table being raised. He lay panting, trying to control his desire to scream at Skinner to let him come.

Mulder jumped when he felt two hands untie the laces around his scrotum. The hands started stroking his penis and balls. He moaned and thrashed against his bonds, it felt so good. He let out a loud cry when his cum began spurting out of his penis onto his chest. He almost blacked out at the pleasure.

A few moments later, he roused again. Krycek was taking off the blindfold. Mulder raised his head to see who had stroked him to such a glorious orgasm. To his horror, he saw that it was Scully!

"No, not Scully!" he cried. He fought against the bindings but only succeeded in tightening the knots. He was about to cry out again when Krycek again clamped his hand over Mulder's mouth.

"That's 45 minutes in the club room Fox. Or did you think I was joking?" Skinner laughed as he clinked champagne glasses with Scully whose face was just sparkling with pleasure. She turned to look at her partner.

"Mulder, Skinner said I could join the club!" She laughed at Mulder's look of horror. "I've had quite a few fantasies about getting you under my control, and now I'll be able to live them out!"

"NO!!!!!" screamed Mulder.

"That's one hour, Fox," chuckled Skinner. He linked arms with Scully and Krycek and walked toward the kitchen.

"Fuck you! You're all bastards!"

"That's 2 hours 15 minutes, Fox. Scully, how long were you interested in having?"

The End