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Private Island in the Caribbean
Cell

Mulder awoke slowly; he could barely move any part of his body. He couldn't figure out how or when he had gotten here. He lifted his head and saw he was in a small, dim room. There was a sink and a toilet in the corner, but no windows. A small beam of light fell through a small grate on the door. If only he could lie here for the rest of his life. He had no idea how long Cain had kept him in the torture room; all he remember was drifting in and out of consciousness while being beaten. It could have been days! Mulder let out a little sob when he realized he would have to get up and use the toilet - just the act of lifting his head sent shooting pains down his back and extremities. Maybe if I lie here it will go away, thought Mulder as he closed his eyes again.

"Shit," he said out loud. His bladder wouldn't be ignored. He inched his legs around to the edge of the cot he was on. There was no way he would be able to stand up. He let his legs move to the floor and he crawled to the toilet. Each "step" was agony. He managed to hoist himself onto the toilet and sat there pissing for what felt like an eternity. Mulder looked around and almost fell off the toilet when he saw Rogers standing in the corner or the room at the foot of the cot.

"Good morning, Mr. Mulder."

"Humph."

"A little too tired to talk, eh? Understandable. I didn’t think Mr. Cain was ever going to stop using that crop on you. After you started babbling incoherently about aliens he decided you had earned a little rest."

"Great," mumbled Mulder. He flushed to the toilet and moved back onto the floor. There was no way he was going to get up. He crawled to the wall between the cot and toilet and sat watching Rogers.

"I have something for you," said Rogers. He approached Mulder with a smile, but Mulder cringed against the wall.

"Leave me alone!" he yelled; or, at least he thought he had yelled. It really came out more as a hoarse croak.

"I'm not going to hurt you, my beauty. I only wanted to give you some food and water. Would you like that?"

Mulder briefly contemplated refusing, but he quickly rejected that thought. If he was going to fight Cain and find a way back to Alex he would need all his strength.

"OK," he wheezed. "Give it to me."

"No, no, that's not how it will work. I asked most graciously to do this for you. Mr. Cain would have kept you off food completely and only given you enough water to survive. I was able to convince him that the best slaves are the healthy ones."

"I'm no man's slave!"

"Tsk, tsk, it's just that kind of attitude that Mr. Cain was trying to free you from yesterday. I guess I'll just eat this myself."

"No, please!"

"Clasp your hands behind your neck. Yes, that's it, good boy. I'm going to feed you now. I warn you, though, if you have any funny ideas about biting me or attacking me in anyway, just let those thoughts go. I have no key to this room and I don't think you want to see Mr. Cain angry. OK?"

Mulder reluctantly nodded his agreement. He moved his hands behind his neck and sat patiently. Rogers cupped Mulder's chin and placed a bottle of water to his mouth. He slowly poured it into Mulder's mouth. At the first taste of water Mulder couldn't control himself. He grabbed the bottle and started to drain it. Rogers quickly took it back and slapped Mulder's face.

"You didn't obey me."

"Give that back!"

"I'm going to try one more time; if you disobey me again, this is the last time you'll see any food. The only time you'll get water will be when you can lap it up from the sidewalks outside. Got it?" Rogers said sternly.

Mulder kept up his defiant stare, but he knew he was too weak to fight. He put his hands back on his neck and meekly lowered his eyes. He remembered Alex told him once to "pick your battles - it's winning the war that's important".

"Good. You are learning your place." Mulder seethed inwardly at those words but kept still. Rogers gave him another sip of water, then fed him a few pieces of a meal replacement bar.

"This food bar was developed by one of Mr. Cain's research and development facilities. It's designed to completely replace food - all the field trials have shown that a person can remain quite healthy and energetic eating only these bars and drinking water for up to 2 months. You can probably go indefinitely, but the trials had to end sometime." Rogers continued his chatter as he continued to feed Mulder the bar and the water.

"It tastes good," mumbled Mulder. He was already starting to feel better. If only he could down about 100 Advil for his pain he'd feel great.

Rogers stopped talking while Mulder ate the last bite of the bar. He had kept talking because it was the only way to distract himself from the beautiful naked body in front of him. Mulder's submissive posture was intoxicating. He couldn't believe he was getting yet another erection after masturbating twice the previous night during the training session. He was glad Cain was very intent on not causing any lasting damage to this gorgeous specimen. Rogers had spent so many days watching Mulder through a video monitor - this was the closest he had ever been to the young man. His eyes strayed from the interesting mole on his cheek to that incredible lower lip. Rogers couldn't resist leaning over and capturing that mouth in a soft kiss.

Mulder jerked out of the stupor he had fallen into after eating when Rogers leaned in and kissed him. Unlike Cain's rough treatment, Rogers was tender and gentle. At first he was going to turn his head away and maybe try a kick or two, but a thought suddenly came to him. He remembered that earlier Cain had forbidden Rogers to ever touch Mulder. Maybe he could play Rogers against Cain, garner his sympathy, and maybe eventually convince him to run away together - then he could escape. He would have to play it very cool and carefully. Good thing neither Alex nor Scully was here to tell him he was no good at undercover work! He'd show them. Now, Mulder, you got to play it cool, don't overdo it, he said to himself.

Mulder leaned slightly into the kiss for a moment, then broke it off slowly, again averting his eyes.

Rogers stared in surprise at Mulder. Had he actually enjoyed the kiss? Did he dream it or did the beautiful creature respond a little?

"Thank you for bringing me the food and water, Mr. Rogers," Mulder said quietly, keeping his hands on his neck.

"Uh, you can put your hands down, Fox," Rogers said. He got up and started pacing a little. He had to consider this development further.

"Sir? I need to use the toilet again. Would you mind if I had a little privacy?"

"I'm afraid I'm supposed to stay and watch you at all times. Mr. Cain is very insistent on that."

"Great. Could you at least help me up? I can't really move too well."

Rogers quickly moved to Mulder's side and helped him up and over to the toilet. Mulder didn’t have to fake his slumping against Rogers and using him for support - his muscles were screaming. He sat on the toilet, but it took him a while to have a bowel movement because Rogers stood in the corner again staring at him. He had just returned to his seat on the floor when the door flew open and startled both of them.

"Mr. Cain wants to see him," a guard said to Rogers. "In the baths."

"OK, we'll be there in a minute."

"We're to bring him," replied the guard, his partner close behind.

"I'll take Mr. Mulder to Cain myself."

"We have our orders, sir. Step aside." The two men brushed by Rogers. They hoisted Mulder off the floor; one man grabbed his left arm and hair, the other grabbed his right arm and genitals.

"Come with us and no funny stuff or we'll rip your balls off. Got it?" snarled the first guard. They hustled him out the door and down the hallway. Rogers stood outside the cell door, watching.

Private Island in the Caribbean
Baths

"Ah, Fox my love. You've arrived!" Cain cried delightedly when the guards dragged him into the room. "Let go of his penis, you goon."

Mulder let out a gasp of relief when his cock and balls were freed. His eyes darted around the room. Cain was sitting in a large bath - although it was really more of a pool than a bath. At one end was a waterfall that continually refreshed the water in the pool. A small amount of steam rose from the water.

"Secure him," Cain said as he sat back in the pool smoking a cigar. He watched as the two guards walked Mulder right into the pool. They pushed him into a kneeling position and locked his ankles into two manacles bolted to the floor. They raised his arms to secure them in a set of straps that were attached to two stiff poles suspended from the ceiling. They lowered the straps so he could comfortably kneel in the tub; the flexible straps would enable him to move up and down to a limited degree. The water he was kneeling in came to the middle of his torso.

"Leave me now. No one is to disturb me."

Cain moved over to a small stool that was placed in front of Mulder. He moved the stool even closer, until he was only a few inches away from Mulder's face. The mesmerizing hazel eyes were staring daggers at him. He laughed.

"You are so beautiful when you're defiant, sweetling - you'll be perfectly exquisite when I've broken you and you are completely and utterly my slave." He raised his hand to caress Mulder's cheek. "When your entire universe revolves around me, when you only live for pleasing me, then you will transcend every other slave I've ever had. You must be looking forward to that day, probably almost as eagerly as I await it."

Mulder moved his face away from Cain's hand, then spat into his face. "The only day I look forward to is the day I cut your heart out of your chest and force you to eat it!"

Cain froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Such words to come out of one so young and innocent! If you were any of my other slaves, I would administer appropriate punishment. For such a harsh statement, I think red-hot needles pushed through the nipples, scrotum, and penis would be just about right. Is that what you want?"

Mulder continued to glare hatred, but he couldn't hide the telltale blanching of his face.

"I see it scares you, love, but that is not what I'm going to do. I think our training session last night showed me that it will take more than just pain and suffering to get into your little soul. I think I will have to alternate my sessions with the crop with sessions like this one. I think you'll like it. I predict by the end of this little session I'll have you sobbing and begging, maybe even calling me master. Are you ready?"

"I can stand anything you can dish out you…you monster!"

"We'll see." Cain returned to the side of the pool. He returned to Mulder and grabbed his penis.

"I wouldn't want you to come before I allow you, so I'll just slip this on." He slipped a ring around Mulder's cock; it was attached to another ring that he snapped around his scrotum, pushing his testicles down. "You won't be able to come until I take this off."

"What makes you think I'll want to do that anyway?"

"Just wait." Cain pulled on a pair of gloves he had left floating in the water. He rubbed his finger very softly down Mulder's chest, moving to caress one of the nipples. Mulder gasped at the incredible sensation - those were the softest gloves he had ever felt in his life. It was an amazing feeling. His nipple became erect at the gentle attention of the gloved fingers.

"You see, my love. I think I'm going to alternate intense pain with intense pleasure - then slowly move those two experiences closer and closer together until you can't distinguish the whip from the glove. Any and all sensations will drive you to the brink of orgasm, writhing in delicious agony until you receive my permission to come."

Mulder moaned involuntarily when the gloved hand moved to his other nipple. He was screaming to himself inside, trying to think of anything to distract him from what he was feeling. His whole body, though, was so sensitive from the endless beating the day before that even the slightest touch was excruciatingly exquisite. Cain started manipulating both nipples at the same time, then wrenched a whimper out of Mulder when he slowly slid his hands down his abdomen. He grabbed a bottle of body wash and applied some to his hands. He began to gently wash Mulder's torso, moving his hands up and down, caressing every inch of the lithe body. He moved very close to Mulder, his face only inches away, and massaged the armpits. Mulder was in a torrent of sensation - he stared at Cain, unable to look away. Cain broke the eye contact to move behind Mulder. He used more body wash to massage Mulder's back and shoulders. Mulder hung his head down as the kinks were worked out of his shoulders. He jerked a little bit when Cain caressed some of the more pronounced welts on his back. He stared down at his cock, which was very erect. Small beads of moisture were collecting on the tip; he longed to feel Alex's masterful mouth on the head of his penis. His cock swelled a little more at the thought of his lover. How could he betray him like this? After only a couple of days of constant physical abuse, it only took the smallest of caresses to get him to forget his faithfulness to his lover?

"Please, no," he whispered when he felt one of Cain's fingers massage his anus. He couldn't pull his legs together because of the manacles, and he felt so helpless - he couldn't even stop this. Cain moved his left hand around to caress Mulder's lower abdomen while he tenderly worked the tight puckered anus with his right. Mulder was moving his ass around a little, trying to escape the fingers, but it was no use.

Cain moved up so he was pressing his body against Mulder's back.

"You feel my fingers in you, love? I really like how your puckered little opening is spasming around my fingers - I'm only using two right now, I just want to work it. You are so tight, but the soap and the heat and your own desires are making it easy for me to move in and out. I think one of these days I'll get one of my other slaves to rim you for a couple of hours - I bet you'd really like that."

Cain started planting kisses on Mulder's neck.

"Stop, I beg you," moaned Mulder. He didn't care about escaping from the compound - he just had to escape from those hands. "Please let me go!"

Cain continued to lick, nibble, and kiss Mulder's neck while his hands were busy. He slipped a third finger into Mulder and started massaging his prostate.

"No!" cried Mulder at this new sensation. He couldn't take much more - his balls were on fire because they couldn't come.

"I think I want to fuck you now, love." Cain pulled his fingers out and grasped Mulder's hips. He positioned the head of his cock at the opening which was swollen with lust. "Just relax and feel it." Despite the earlier attentions, he still had to push hard to get his large erection deep into Mulder.

Mulder groaned as his body was stretched to the limit. Cain set an easy rhythm that he couldn't help but return. His hips were pushing back into the fucking - he didn't seem to need a crazy mechanical bed this time!

"That's it, baby, push back into it! I knew you would like this!" cried Cain. The slippery gloves weren't giving him good purchase on Mulder's hips, so he grabbed Mulder's hair with both hands to pull him down.

Mulder yelled - he jerked his hips and pulled down on the straps on the ceiling - he was trying to ejaculate but the cock rings prevented him. Tears spilled down his cheeks at the jumbled up feelings of intense pain in his balls and the intense pleasure in his ass.

Cain sped up, his orgasm approaching. He moved his hands to Mulder's shoulders and slammed into him with each thrust. He threw back his head and roared, his last thrust pushing in further then he'd gone before, spurt after spurt of come jetting out of his cock as he pressed his entire body into Mulder trying to get even deeper. His body went limp after the final explosion; he hung his entire weight on Mulder who sobbed piteously in his despair.

After several minutes Cain recovered enough to return to his bench on the side of the pool. He lit a new cigar while he watched his weeping victim. Mulder's erect penis was engorged and purple and dripped a copious amount of fluid into the pool, but the cock ring had done its work.

"Please, sir, let me come," Mulder begged, no longer caring about dignity or fighting or anything. He would have done anything if Cain would only remove the cock ring. "Please sir!"

"If you say one more word, Fox, you'll regret it."

Mulder looked up briefly and saw the truth of that statement in Cain's eyes. HE tried to get his sobs under control.

"Didn't I tell you I would have you begging by the end of this session? You'll soon learn that I'm always right. I think I will remove the cock ring."

Cain swam over to Mulder and sat on the stool.

"Look at that. It looks like it's going to burst, doesn't it?"

Cain started stroking Mulder's penis.

"No! Please stop!" cried Mulder in agony at any touch. "It hurts!"

"Rogers, hand me the gag." Mulder snapped his head around to see that Rogers was sitting on a small couch behind him. He pulled a gag out of the chest by the sofa and threw it to Cain. Cain picked it up and showed it to Mulder.

Mulder paled again. The gag consisted of a dildo about 4 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. It was attached to a stout piece of leather that was edged by snaps. A strap was attached to some of the snaps on each side.

"You'll be wearing more of this later, but I'm getting tired of hearing your voice. Open up or I'll break your teeth to get it in." Cain pushed the dildo into Mulder's mouth, who began to gag.

"You better relax your throat or you might vomit. If you do, you'll probably choke to death."

Mulder forced his throat to relax. Cain wrapped the strap around his head.

"Now, I can get to work without any more interruptions."

Mulder struggled to control himself, but the dildo filled his entire mouth and he was having a hard time breathing. He started choking a little bit when Cain stroked his cock.

Cain moved his hand slowly, Mulder's body bucking at the touch. Tears continued to stream down his face.

"OK, love, I'm going to take off the rings. But, I still want you to hold off your orgasm as long as you can. For every 10 seconds you hold out, I'll cut 10 minutes off our next session. Ready? OK, here we go!" Cain removed the rings and vigorously stroked Mulder's cock. Almost immediately the swollen penis began spraying semen. Mulder let out a loud, muffled cry as he finally achieved release. He passed out.

"Oh, love, I'm going to have to break you of that habit. Rogers, get a couple of your goons and bring Fox to the doc's room."

"Yes sir."

Private Island in the Caribbean
Surgical Center

Cain slapped Mulder in the face to wake him up.

"Wake up, love."

Mulder writhed and choked when he woke up because he still had the gag on. This thing will kill me! He thought as he struggled again to gain control of himself. He was staring up into a lot of bright lights. He was lying on a very cold table but he couldn't move. He must have been tied down. What is this madman going to do now?

"Fox, love, I'm going to remove the gag in a minute, but I wanted to tell you what we're going to do next. I always mark my slaves in some way - it gives them a permanent reminder of their status. Some I tattoo, some I brand, some I scar. But I couldn’t do any of those things to you and your beautiful skin. You, I'm going to pierce. Dr. Rasnik will pierce your nipples, your penis, and your scrotum. Doc, would you show him what we're going to do today?"

"I'm going to pierce both nipples with simple rings; I'm going to pierce your penis - you'll have a PA, or Prince Albert. It's a very popular piercing. Finally, I'm going to pierce your scrotum - that's called a guiche. Mr. Cain has picked out lovely 14K gold jewelry, and his insignia is also in 14K. I will attach that to your guiche."

"The best thing, Fox," added Cain, "is that my R & D boys have come up with a truly spectacular product. It is an ointment that heals most basic wounds in about an hour. I haven't released it yet to the world, but you'll benefit from it. Your training session tonight will depend on it. I'm going to remove the gag."

Mulder sputtered a moment after the dildo was out of his mouth, then started yelling.

"How dare you? You can't do this to me - it's mutilation!"

"Fox, love, it's not mutilation - I'm making you more beautiful. And piercings add so much pleasure to sex - you won't regret it. Doctor, you can proceed."

Mulder continued to yell fruitlessly. He stopped yelling and screamed when he felt the large needle pierce his nipple. He didn't think it could hurt worse until the doctor pushed the gold ring through the hole. He sunk into a haze of pain, but screamed again when the second nipple was done. He was crying now and couldn't imagine what the other two would feel like. Another scream was ripped out of him when he felt the needle in his scrotum - and he screamed and passed out when the needle pierced the head of his penis and came out the urethra.

Mulder regained consciousness a few moments later. The doctor was applying an ointment to his piercings.

"This ointment will heal your piercings in an hour. For proper healing, though, you must continue to turn all of them as I am doing now."

Mulder lifted his head to watch the doctor rotate the ring through his nipple.

"Rogers, return Mulder to his cell. Help him do what he needs to do," said Cain.

"Yes, sir," answered Rogers. He removed Mulder's restraints and helped him get up. The two guards who had been helping all day took Mulder and practically dragged him back to his cell and threw him on the cot. Mulder cried out in pain and began to cry again.

"Ow!" he yelled suddenly. Rogers had flipped up his scrotum and turned the ring several times. Rogers ignored Mulder as he manipulated each ring in succession.

Mulder lay in a stupor on the cot. He felt Rogers turn the rings but he couldn't muster any energy to do anything. He had gone in the course of one day from one of the best orgasms he had ever had to one of the worst pains he had ever felt. And what did Cain mean when he said the piercings would be of use? What would Alex say when he saw him so mutilated?

"See, Fox, it isn't so bad. These actually look quite nice." Rogers watched in amazement as the piercings healed quickly and cleanly. Cain was going to mint a fortune on that particular product! He was glad Mulder hadn't stopped him from turning the rings for him. Even touching those small bits of his body was wonderful. He thought back to the little show this morning - Fox had writhed so fetchingly under Cain's ministrations. Underneath that tough exterior Mulder was hiding a wonderful sensuality. If only he could have a shot at Fox, thought Rogers.

Mulder dozed off and awoke some time later. He had lost track of time in this hell, but he figured at least an hour had gone by - Rogers was gone. Reluctantly he looked at his nipples. A surprisingly thick gold ring was attached to each one. He turned the rings completely through, but there was no gap - he couldn't take them off. The doctor must have welded them somehow.

With great fear Mulder examined the head of his penis. A thick gold ring went through the hole in his penis and came out on the bottom of the head. How could he get an erection with this thing?

He had a hard time looking at the scrotum piercing. He didn't realize it would be on the back of his scrotum, high up. Another of the gold rings was suspended there. From that ring a medallion hung; the medallion was a reproduction of the Sterling Cain Industries logo. Anger burned in Mulder's gut at the sight of the logo. Was he just company property? He could almost get used to the idea of the other piercings, but this one pissed him off! Again, though, there were no gaps in either the ring or the medallion. They were permanent unless he could get out of this place and have someone take them off.

Mulder started fingering the penis ring - the doctor had called it a PA. It felt weird, but kind of good. He started sliding his hand up and down the shaft of his penis. He was pleased to see that the ring did not hamper his quickly surging erection - it was big enough not to interfere. Mulder orgasmed twice in quick succession - the session in the pool this morning had left him horny despite the climax he had.

He lay down on the cot to go back to sleep. Moments later the two guards came back in and yanked Mulder to his feet. They quickly dragged toward the training room before he could put up much of a struggle.

Private Island in the Caribbean
Training Room

Instead of going back to the restraint cross, the guards brought him to another part of the room. They forced him to a kneeling position bolting his ankles to the floor. They attached a chain to each of his piercings and fed the chains through another loop bolted through the floor. The guards trussed Mulder in restraints that went around his thighs - restraints on his wrists were attached to the back of the thigh restraints. A thick leather collar was placed around his neck; a chain from a D-ring on the back of the collar was fed through his scrotal ring. Mulder squirmed helplessly as they pulled a leather hood over his head and forced the dildo gag into his mouth. They attached the gag to the mask with the snaps. The only openings in the mask were two small nostril holes.

"Fox, can you hear me?" Cain said, kneeling behind Mulder and speaking directly into his ear. He knew that even though it didn't stop all sound, his slaves couldn't hear very well through the mask.

Mulder nodded slightly.

"Well, Fox, we had pleasure this morning. Now we shall have pain. We have only one goal tonight, Fox, and that goal is for you to call me Master. It's simple and straightforward. Once every hour I will remove the gag; you will immediately say 'I love you Master'. If I hear those words, everything stops and you get an entire weeks worth of rest. If I hear anything else, the gag goes back on and we continue for another hour. Do you understand?"

Mulder nodded again.

"OK, then in one hour I'll take off the gag."

Cain whipped a crop back and forth a few times in the air; he then whacked it across Mulder's ass. Mulder's body twitched once, then more violently at the pulling of the chains on his piercings.

Cain knelt down by Mulder again.

"Now, Fox love, you see what a wonderful addition the piercings are. They will magnify everything you feel while you're being punished."

Cain stood back up and started to beat Mulder in an uneven rhythm…

Private Island in the Caribbean

Training Room

6 hours later

Cain signaled Rogers to put down the tazer. He had been giving Mulder periodic, low-level bursts from the tazer in various places. He moved to Mulder's side. Mulder was slumped over, his entire body red and deeply bruised. Cain unsnapped the gag and removed it from Mulder's mouth; Mulder immediately started dry heaving; he could no longer speak.

"Fox, Fox my love. Why do you still resist me? Just say the words and you'll be released and all my other slaves will pamper you. You'll heal and then we can work on our relationship."

Mulder struggled to right himself. He was long past feeling anything anywhere. He looked into Sterling Cain's icy blue eyes and saw not love, not respect - he saw a megalomaniac. He closed his eyes briefly and thought of the love-filled green eyes that were awaiting him at home if he ever got back. When! When I get back, not if, thought Mulder.

Mulder drew himself up and stared defiantly into the eyes of his captor.

"Alex Krycek is the love of my life, and nothing you can ever say or do to me will ever make me forget that! If there is one thing in the world that you can't buy with all your money and power, it is MY heart!"

At those insolent words something snapped inside Cain. He ripped the leather collar off of Mulder's neck and wrapped his own fingers around the slender neck. He tightened his grip until Mulder started gasping for air.

"No slave of mine has ever spoken to me that way! If I ever hear you say that name again in my house I will cut your tongue out! I was going to continue to alternate more pleasurable sessions like the one this morning with punishment sessions, but that's off now. If you think you're in pain now, you just wait!" Cain continued to tighten his grip on Mulder's neck until the lithe body slumped over unconscious. He would have choked the life out of Mulder if Rogers hadn't come over and removed his hands.

"Sir! You'll kill him! Stop!"

"Rogers, how could he do this to me? I love him!" cried Cain in frustration, already regretting his speech to Mulder. His lovemaking with Fox in the pool had been something different, something very special. He had never tried to have any kind of relationship with an equal before - he was always turned on by power. In fact, he hadn't really thought of doing that until he saw Fox kneeling in the pool looking beautiful and vulnerable and defiant all at the same time. He was originally going to go into some watersports, enemas, and that ilk. It had been a spontaneous decision to give Fox the massage and make love that way. He shuddered, remembering when he first felt Fox push back into his thrusts, obviously enjoying himself a great deal despite all his protestations. But equals? Never - impossible. I'll do some more of those pleasuring sessions, but I'll have to make them unpredictable, Cain thought as he looked down at the slumped form.

"Rogers, take him back to his cell." Cain left the training room to return to his quarters on the other side of the compound, all the while recalling the memory of Fox participating in their lovemaking.

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