r4-Nicole-p1

Private Island in the Caribbean
November 17, 1999
12:30 PM

"I must say, you are even more beautiful up close, sweet Fox," Cain said, his voice more of a purr than anything else.

Mulder felt panic threaten to engulf him and it was with an intense struggle that he kept himself from screaming Alex's name again. He pushed aside his fear, he had to keep his head. He no longer had any doubt that the age regression did in fact effect his reactions to situations and stimuli, but he also knew that if he could simply calm down and rationalize, his nearly forty years of life experience would once again take precedence. He looked at his captor, the man who claimed to be his master. The pale blue eyes that had haunted his dreams had the same amusement, the same look of desire burning cold in their dark-lashed depths.

"I believe he is studying me, Rogers," Cain observed. "And I think he has controlled his first little panic. That's good."

Rogers said nothing, simply stared appreciatively at the trussed up prize. Noting with interest the way the young, smooth skin stretched taut in the bonds.

"Let me look at you, sweet, you are so good to be quiet."

Mulder bit his tongue at the instinctive urge to defy the man and speak, simply because he had mentioned Mulder's silence. But, he would rather study the man before giving vent to his own anger or his fear for Alex.

Cain ran a finger down the nicely rounded pectoral, his little Fox jerked away slightly, almost imperceptibly. He withdrew his finger only to wet it in his mouth and return it to Fox's erect nipple and pluck at the pebbled flesh. "Lovely, so responsive," he purred again, before trailing his finger down Fox's belly. "Absolutely lovely," he sighed. "Naturally fit and toned. Nice lines without the engorged veins."

Mulder turned his gaze from the man who was so possessively examining him. The man referred to as Rogers, the man who had been at the bus station, was leaning back against the wall to Mulder's left, his muscled arms crossed over his chest.

When Mulder's eyes met his, Rogers' face lifted in a self-satisfied smirk. Cain tapped Mulder's face lightly. "Pay attention to me at all times, Fox, that is the first rule."

Mulder narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the blue-eyed man. Cain chuckled at the sweet little glare. Beauties always thought they looked so imposing when they frowned...maybe they were used to be people doing anything to bring a smile back to their faces, whatever the case, Cain loved disabusing them of the notion. Frowns, like any other show of self-awareness, would be drilled out of this lovely creature.

"You must be wondering what my name is...what my intentions are...all manner of things, aren't you, sweetheart?"

Mulder weighed his words carefully, preparing to scald the man with words when a cool, dry hand caressed his redolent penis and he stiffened with the shock of it.

"My given name is Cain, but you will never call me by my name. Sir, or master will do just fine, when you are allowed to speak at all," Cain intoned huskily as his fingers wrapped about the hot flesh of Fox's penis. He pinched the tip with just enough pressure to cause a grunt of surprise to come from the full, wanton lips. He smiled into wide, furious hazel. "I haven't even started to play yet, sweetheart."

Mulder felt the panic threaten to swamp him once more, he knew very well what lay in store for him. Pain and humiliation. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to compose himself and heard Cain's appreciative sigh at the gesture.

"I am an agent for the United States," he finally said, opening his eyes. "You won't get away with this."

Cain nodded toward Rogers, and Mulder, though he didn't take his eyes away from Cain, could sense the bigger man moving toward him. There was a brief smile curving Cain's face before a sighing, whistling sound came from behind him. Then pain. A stinging wallop of pain just above the small of his back. Seconds after the pain, Mulder realized where it had stemmed from. The leather strap was trailed teasingly down his arm and he looked over his shoulder to see Rogers staring down at his penis still entrapped by Cain's hand.

The strap swung again and Mulder was unable to stop the grunt of pain from escaping. His face was grabbed and turned toward Cain.

"Two things, Fox. One. Don't speak unless I specifically request it. Two, and this is the second time I am telling you this, always keep your attention on me. Whether I swing the strap or not, the punishment comes from me. Only me. Nod if you understand."

"Go to Hell!" Mulder spat. "I don't...uhhhh."

The strap burned another trail between his shoulder blades and Cain stroked Mulder's jaw, trailing one finger over the pouty lips. "This is one of the hardest lessons, sweetheart, which is why you are only receiving mild punishment."

Mulder had to steady his breath as Rogers trailed the strap down his spine. He started when the cool leather touched the upper swell of his buttock, tapping the beginning of the line that separated the two globes.

Cain gestured Rogers away, sliding his second hand, the one not occupied with toying still with Mulder's penis, and cupped one full cheek. "Such a lovely ass, Fox. One that I bet you haven't taken full advantage of."

Mulder shook his head. "You have no right..." Rogers immediately responded again with the strap and Mulder cried out again. "You have no...uhhhhnnn...r-right."

A whisper of sound and the stinging pain fell on the back of his thigh, just below his right buttock.

When he opened his eyes, Cain was smiling at him once more. "You look so lovely with a flush of pain on your face. You'll look lovelier still."

Mulder felt the trembling begin, trembling brought on not by the pain from the strap or being nude and vulnerable, but for what he knew would come. For some reason he had been given flashes of the future, the future with Cain. And he couldn't depend upon himself to stay strong. Not with the way things were now. Before the damned carousel he wouldn't even begin to imagine this psycho could intimidate or frighten him. But now...now he felt with the emotions of a man barely an adult and though his life experiences, his knowledge saved him from unmanning himself at this early juncture in what he knew was to come, he didn't think they would save him from crumbling eventually. Even now he wanted to cry a little, but he'd be damned before he would...yet.

He ground his teeth together and focused on the things he had face more frightening than Cain. Things that most men would have never faced willingly. But the fear he felt for Alex's fate was what made him forget his own situation for a few moments. Had they killed his lover, the men who had to have come for him? It was hard to imagine them succeeding in killing Alex, he was nothing if not resourceful. But, then he couldn't imagine Alex letting anyone take him. Alex went crazy when people stared at him, Fox mused. He'd never have sat still while Fox was taken away from him.

He closed his eyes again and tried to calm his worries about his lover. He could face anything if he could just be assured that Alex was safe. Alex wasn't the only one who would do anything for the other.

Cain saw the play of emotions on the pretty face. He was trying to convince himself that he could hold out until he was rescued, no doubt. They all thought that.

"You won't be rescued, sweetheart. No one knows where you are. And they cannot get on this island even if by some miracle they could figure it out. This is a private island, in International waters. I could kill you here and be breaking no laws. More than that, sweetheart, I have a highly trained security force. No one would get passed them."

Mulder knew that the laws in the United States would extend to him off American soil, but he didn't bother to argue the point. And if anyone could get passed a security force, it was Alex Krycek. If. If he was still alive. He was focussed once more on the hand that was stroking his ass and the one stroking his cock. He felt an erection begin, but he forced his thoughts to something else and it subsided.

Cain chuckled. "You think it is an accomplishment to remain flaccid in my hands?" Fox's pretty, pouting glare was his only response.

"I can make you come at any time, my sweet. Your body is not built to be controlled utterly by your intellect. It is so easily manipulated that in five minutes I can have your hips bouncing and orgasm hitting you like a freight train. In fact, it is so easy to manipulate the male body that it is your mind that interests me more." He chuckled and bent to kiss the same pebbled nipple he had wet before. "Of course only in the manner of manipulation. I adore your body, and intend to spend long hours enjoying its bounty."

Mulder gasped as a finger was suddenly brushing up on his anus, still tender from the attack in the men's room...how long ago was that?

"Especially here, sweetheart," Cain chuckled. "Especially here."

***

Police Headquarters
Hamilton, Bermuda
November 17, 1999
12:40 p.m.

Alex prowled the crowded cell with an impatience that was nearly palpable. The two bruised men in the corner still avoided looking at the prowling man, their earlier plans to enjoy his pretty looks in an intimate way had been cruelly dashed when the bad-tempered man had made short work of their romantic overtures. One man held a kerchief to his broken nose, the other to his cut lip, often fingering his loose front teeth.

All they had wanted was a little taste of the man. It hadn't warranted such a violent thrashing[JJB4]. At least that was the general consensus in the cell. Besides, someone as pretty as the green-eyed man should be used to spreading his legs like a good boy. It was frustrating. Period. The two injured men had both claimed to have fallen when the guards questioned the cause of their injuries.

If any other male thought to take advantage of having such a pretty man at their disposal, they need only look at the two, very large men, huddled, wounded in the corner. And look once again at the pretty male and note that he had not even one scratch on him.

That decided them. They would stay clear of the man with the impatient prowl and the almost too pretty face.

A guard walked by and as quick as a striking snake, Alex reached through the bars, grabbed the startled man and hauled him toward the bars. "I want to make a phone call. Right. Now." He released the spluttering guard and his eyes fixed the man with a glow that made the young man shiver. He had seen eyes that deadly in the faces of murders, but only a few, and only the worst.

"If I don't get a phone in five minutes...I promise you, I will come after you when this is over."

The other prisoner shuffled back a bit, as if a few feet of distance form the dangerous man would save them were he to decide to lose it. They didn't want to be the recipient of one of his quick attacks.

The guard looked for one more second into those killer eyes, swallowed and nodded. "I'll arrange it now."

Alex nodded and stayed at the bars waiting until the patter of leather-soled shoes heralded the return of the young guard.

Wide brown eyes eyed him carefully as the guard unlocked the sliding door. He had brought another guard with him and the second guard held a gun pointed at the prisoners until Alex stepped out. Alex waited while the door was closed behind him. He was led to a small room decorated only with a small table, one chair and a black phone sitting on the scarred wood of the table.

He picked up the phone without a word, tried to dial but received a beeping noise for his efforts. He turned to the first guard once. "I need to get a line to a number in the United States."

There was an impatient tone present in the prisoner's voice that made the guard hurry to the table and quickly dial the correct number for an international operator. He handed the phone to the green-eyed prisoner and stepped back quickly.

Alex spoke to the operator, giving her the number of a private residence in Virginia.

***

Skinner had just come in from a run when he heard the phone shrilly ringing. He rubbed a towel over his thighs, soaking up the sweat that still trickling down his legs. He almost let the machine take the call, but some feeling of doom, the same feeling that had been bothering him the whole day, made him hurry to catch the call himself.

"Skinner," he barked, showing none of his unease.

"Skinner, this is Krycek. We...I have a big problem."

Skinner scowled into the phone. "Tell it to someone who cares, Krycek," he growled.

"It involves Mulder."

Skinner gritted his teeth. "Go on. I'm listening."

"He's disappeared and I can't go looking for him...because I am in jail...accused of his murder."

Though Alex's voice showed no emotion, Skinner could sense the tension in the tone. He had made a career out of reading people, and unless he was mistaken, Krycek was close to the edge.

"They have no body, but they found blood...Fox's blood...all over me and in the room. Not a lot, but enough to bring me up on suspicion. But, I wouldn't have harmed a hair on his head. I say that not to convince you to believe me, but to convince you that Fox has been taken by someone, and there is a cover up going on."

Skinner was frankly stunned and he was silent long enough for Alex to sigh impatiently.

"Dammit, Skinner, he is in trouble. I need you to get here, pull a few fucking string...if we wait too long, I'll never find him." He paused. "There is something else too. Someone wiped my memory of the night he was taken. I'll remember it, I always have when my employers have tried it on me, but until then, I need to get out and look for him."

"Why should I believe..."

"Skinner, Mulder is in trouble. I don't care if you fucking believe it, but I *love* him. I am asking you to help me."

Skinner breathed in a long breath. "I'll be on the next flight. You know I have to tell Scully."

"Great, good, fine whatever. Just hurry up before I really do kill someone," Alex hissed. He hung up the phone, shaking with fear. An utterly novel experience. He couldn't forget his baby's face when he would wake from the nightmares of that monster raping and torturing him. He wanted to vomit. Please, God, please, don't let that be what happened to him. Not, Fox. Not how he was now.

He let himself be led back to the cell. Even if escape would be easy, he didn't want the trouble of having to elude the police while tracking Fox down. He would wait another ten hours for Skinner. Then he would escape on his own. He had no choice. He couldn't leave Fox out there for long...he had a gut instinct that his baby needed him.

***

Private Island in the Caribbean
November 17, 1999
12:45 PM

"I know you don't believe me, Fox, about your not being in control of your body," Cain purred almost gently, "but I am going to give you a demonstration." So saying Cain pressed his lips finally to Fox's, reveling in the softness there and smiling lustily as Fox turned his face away.

"There is no escape, little love," Cain whispered, already aware that he was showering this slave with tenderness...tenderness that he had never given a slave before. It was only further proof that this slave was the one thing that he had been waiting for all his adult life. Looking on him he knew it was true. Such beauty could only belong to him, for no matter how beautiful the man who had owned him before was, and indeed the green-eyed male had been something incredible to behold, a young beauty like Fox, could only benefit from a more *structured* relationship.

He would crawl on his knees to please Cain and that was something every man wanted. To be worshipped, utterly. Cain was only being honest about his desires. He wanted to make Fox scream. What man wouldn't? He could make it happen. Screaming in pleasure or in pain, either was at Cain's disposal, and Fox was his to do with what he pleased. He could and would do everything to this tender toy.

He fitted Fox's limp penis with the suction device. It looked innocent enough. A cylindrical tube that fit easily over the soft flesh, with black rows of soft rubber lining the inside. A black hose ran from the base of the device and there was reservoir in which to catch the product of the milking. When it was turned on Fox would go crazy, Cain knew. It would feel so good, like the strongest blow-job he had ever had. Of course, he wouldn't like the fact that it would remain on, milking him for hours, but that was a little pleasure Cain wanted for himself. To see Fox writhe; tortured by unending pleasure.

He smiled at Fox's expressionless face. He could almost believe the story that this boy was really an older man...sometimes. Most times the young beauty acted like all the other young ones. But there was a look in the lovely eyes sometimes that made Cain hope that inside this delicious frame beat the heart of someone who might at least have a little hope of resisting.

Rogers seemed a bit too eager to place the lubed rod up Fox's sweet hole so Cain did it himself, giving Rogers a small look of reproach...another novelty. He was actually possessive of Fox. Poor Rogers, so used to participating. Especially with the young beauties. He ignored Rogers disappointed look and turned his attention to the smoothly rounded cheeks at his disposal.

He slid the rod up and licked his lips at Fox's moan of discomfort.

"Still so tight, baby Fox," he moaned. He felt more than heard his Fox's discontent as the trapped flesh jerked in the confines of the X-Frame.

Cain wrapped the hooks from the rod around Fox's slim waist and mad sure the electrical cord was unencumbered. He stood back to admire his work. Fox's cock was covered in one little machine and there were electrical tubes coming from his round ass. Lovely.

"What shall I turn on first, sweetheart?"

Fox just glared.

Cain flicked a switch on the small remote he carried and the rod inside Fox's ass began to hum. Fox gasped as his prostate was stimulated by the vibration.

Cain turned it up a bit and Fox couldn't keep his hips from moving a bit, feeling his cock fill out in an immediate erection, hard and needy.

Cain stood next to Fox and bent to kiss one pebbled nipple as he turned on the suction device, biting at Fox's nipple just as Fox began to whimper a bit.

"Feels so good, doesn't it, baby Fox?"

Fox shook his head to deny it, but his eyes were wide with the horror of the feeling. He shook his head again and again as the feeling intensified. Cain was licking and biting on his nipples, running his hands over his body slowly. Fox found himself twisting and writhing as the vibration inside him increased and the suction on his cock moved to the tip of his cock. The unbidden pleasure was enormous and utterly inescapable.

He screamed for the first time.

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