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Private Island in the Caribbean
November 12, 1999
Noon

Sterling Cain laid the whip down and admired his handy work. The flesh on his slave's back and buttocks was nicely crisscrossed with welts. Cain was careful not to break the skin on this one. On some of his slaves, he liked to leave permanent marks of his ownership on their bodies. Whether it was scars from whips, knives, or piercings. His favorite was burning his insignia into their flesh with a hot branding iron. However, some slaves like this one he wanted to leave unmarked.

Cain sighed as he stroked his still limp cock. He hadn't received any pleasure from the beating. Usually he'd be as hard as a rock by the second stroke of the whip. He was bored. None of these new slaves stirred any passion in him. He needed more than just the simple pleasure of their bodies to get off. He needed to be intellectually challenged as well. These beautiful young men were so far beneath him mentally. Rogers had promised him someone new. It had been five days since he last spoke to his employee. He was tired of waiting he wanted to see this young man Rogers spoke of.

Cain glanced briefly at his slave who was spread out over a leather-covered horse. The young man's cock and balls were straining against their bindings. He couldn't leave his pet in such a state. Cain walked over to his toy cabinet and selected a vibrator. He carried it back to his slave and teased the tightly clenched opening of the young man's anus with the tip until his slave's body relaxed and the tool slipped easily inside. He flicked the switch and watched the man's body twitch as the vibrated stroked against his prostate. It wasn't long before his toy was coming. Cain watched dispassionately. He would have this one's memory wiped then sent back to England from where they had snatched him.

A middle-aged butler entered the room. "Sir, your lunch is ready out on the patio."

"Thank you, Edmond. Please take care of sending Dennis back to England," Cain ordered, heading toward the door.

Edmond looked over at the firm, young body strapped to the horse with a vibrator sticking out of his anus. This was one of the better-looking slaves that his master owned. It puzzled Edmond why his master would want to get rid of him.

Cain walked across his lush lawn and up the concrete steps to his patio. Two of his toys were sunbathing beside the pool. The sun shone off the silver rings from a number of piercings marking their tanned bodies. He smiled at them. They had been with him for years and had long since lost any freewill of their own. They were fully initiated into life as his slaves. Unlike Dennis, he just couldn't release these two; they would no longer be able to function normally off this island.

He sat at the poolside table in front of his lunch. A servant lifted the lid covering his plate then filled his champagne flute. The servant stood a few steps away from the table waiting to serve his employer further. Cain worked on his laptop as he ate, studying his company's finances. His email chimed and he switched to the mail program, opening a new message from Rogers. The email had photos attached to it. [Sir, I'm sending you an update on the young man I'm pursuing for your stables. Attached are photos that I've taken of the young man from the deck of hired yacht a few minutes earlier. Sincerely, Rogers]

Cain clicked on the jpeg attachments one at a time, his cock twitched as he viewed the images of a young man standing naked on a white sandy beach. So, this was the FBI agent Rogers had told him about. Cain didn't believe Rogers' tale that this young man was really thirty-eight years old. The story was preposterous. If such a carrousel existed, why would the proprietors keep it a secret when they could make literally billions from its use? Cain studied the close up shot, the resolution wasn't the best, it was clear that it was taken from a great distance. He couldn't wait. He wanted to see this young man for himself. Cain typed a response to Cain's email, telling his employee that he would be flying out to Bermuda tomorrow.

***

Hamilton, Bermuda
November 12, 1999
1:00 p.m.

Mulder sighed contently as Alex drizzled some suntan oil onto his back and massaged it in. He had been hesitant about going to the nude beach at first. But since that first day they had come here, his inhibitions vanished. There was something absolutely freeing lying out in the bright sunshine with Alex at his side. It was easier than he thought to tune out all of the other nudists on the beach. Mulder shuddered as Alex's skilled fingers kneaded the oil into his buttocks then a finger slipped inside of him.

"Do you like that, Babe?" Alex purred, shifting his body to conceal what he was doing to his lover from the other people on the beach. Yesterday, he had watched an undercover cop haul two men off the beach for fornicating in public. Mulder would kill him if that happened to them.

"Alex, you know I will kill you if we end up in jail for lurid behavior in public," Mulder murmured into the beach towel.

"Fox, I'm only trying to protect one of my favorite parts of your body. I wouldn't want to chance it getting sunburned."

Mulder snorted. "I really don't think there's any danger of...Ooh." Mulder pushed his ass back against Alex's fingers as his lover brushed over his prostate.

"I don't plan on taking any chances, Fox. If anyone could get sunburn there it would be you." Krycek looked over his shoulder as a shadow fell over their bodies. A muscular man stood glaring down at them. He was wearing a badge on a chain around his neck and white shorts with a pair of handcuffs dangled from one of the hoops.

"Keep it clean, boys."

"Yes, officer," Krycek said, as he quickly removed his fingers.

Mulder blushed bright red as he peered up at the man nervously.

The man looked into his youthful, innocent face and frowned. "How old are you, son?"

"Ah, twenty-two, sir."

He looked from Mulder to Krycek, noting the age difference. "I'd like to see both of your ids."

Alex rolled his eyes as he reached into their beach bag. Luckily, Mulder had a couple of new ids made. One listed his age as twenty-two and the other had his true age on it. Mulder felt that it would be easier having the id with the fake age, instead of trying to convince people he was really thirty-eight. Alex handed the officer the ids.

The officer glanced at the ids and his eyes widen with shock. "YOU'RE an FBI agent?" he asked as he stared down at the pretty, naked young man.

"Yes, sir." Mulder wanted to crawl into the sand and die he was so embarrassed.

The officer handed their ids back. "Just keep it clean, boys. If you must fuck go back to your rooms."

"Yes, officer."

***

Rogers leaned forward on the deck chair and steadied the camera as the waves rocked the yacht. He chuckled as he watched the scene unfold on the beach through the telescopic lens. Those two made quite a beautiful couple. It would be a shame when he separated them. However, he was looking forward to seeing the young one splayed out on the X-cross as Cain played with his body. Rogers sighed. Cain was flying out here tomorrow to see Fox Mulder for himself. He hoped that his employer didn't make it more difficult for him to acquire the young man.

***

After the officer left, Mulder stood and reached into the beach bag for his clothes, pulling out a pair of colorful Bermuda shorts.

"Fox, come on, he's gone," Alex grumbled, grabbing his wrist.

"Alex, let go." Mulder glared at him and yanked his wrist free.

"It was no big deal! I don't understand what you're getting all bent out of shape about."

"Dammit, Alex! The man caught us with your hand up my ass!" Mulder quickly pulled on the shorts sans underwear.

Krycek rolled his eyes. "Two fingers, Fox. Stop being such a prude."

"I am not a prude! Alex, it was embarrassing."

"Tell me about it, Fox. The man looked at me as if I robbed the cradle! We're not even that far apart in age! If anyone should be upset here it should be me!" Krycek started to pull his own shorts on.

Mulder snorted. "Don't talk to me about being upset, Ratboy, at least you don't need a fucking id to order a fucking beer." He turned and stalked off down the beach toward the hotel but only made it a few feet before he was tackled from behind.

Krycek rolled Mulder on his back and straddled his chest. "Foxy, what did I tell about calling me ratboy?"

"Get off me, Ratboy," Mulder hissed.

"No. Not until you fucking apologize!" Krycek held Mulder's wrists pinned above his head.

"Fuck you!" Mulder blushed over being restrained like a helpless child. He twisted and tried to buck his lover off, but Alex outweighed him by quite a bit. Mulder even tried the Buffy move, however Alex anticipated it.

"Apologize first then we can discuss how horny you are afterward." Having Mulder helplessly laid out beneath him was causing serious problems on Alex's libido.

"You are a bastard. Did you know that?" Mulder snapped.

Krycek glared angrily at him. "I've had just about enough of you. You're acting like a spoiled little boy..."

"You are trying my patience," Officer Stark growled.

Krycek scowled up at the officer. "It's none of your fucking business!"

The officer had more than enough of this pretty, smart-mouthed man. He wasn't in a very good mood to begin with. He was only stuck patrolling this nude beach as punishment for being a little to rough with a suspect. "I'm making it my business. Let the boy up now."

Krycek was pissed. If it weren't for the fact that they were going to be here for a couple more weeks he'd have decked the officer for interfering. Instead he eased off Mulder's body.

"Okay, you're coming with me," Stark said, looking down at Mulder. "I don't really believe you are twenty-two."

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I've done nothing wrong!" Mulder said as he regained his feet.

"I think you're a runaway. If you're not, then it will only take a couple of hours to prove it."

Krycek grabbed Mulder's hand. "He is not going anywhere without me." He didn't trust the brawny officer.

Officer Stark didn't want Krycek along. He thought Mulder might be more willing to talk if his abusive lover wasn't around. "I can have you hauled in for obstructing the law. I doubt that you'd enjoy spending the rest of your vacation behind bars."

Mulder swallowed. He never meant for their minor disagreement to lead to the possibility of Alex being thrown in jail. "Alex, please. I'll be fine." Mulder hugged and kissed him. "I'm sorry for calling you ratboy. I'll make it up to you later."

Krycek didn't want to let him go with the officer, but he realized that they were not in the U.S. and the officer was more than capable of carrying through on his threat. "Fox, I'll hold you to that promise." Krycek leveled the officer with his most menacing stare. "You'd better take good care of him."

"He'll be treated better in my hands than yours, at least I won't beat him."

Krycek's eyes burned angrily as he watched the Stark lead his lover away.

***

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