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"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, marveling 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 suceeded 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