Disclaimer: Mulder and Skinner do not belong to me, although I wish 
they did. They belong to CC and 1013 Productions. I'm just having some 
fun with
them. I'm not making any money on them.

Warning: This is a BDSM/Slash story, rated NC-17. It contains 
consentual BDSM, sex between two men. If this isn't your cup of tea, 
please go
somewhere else.

Summary: Skinner's in a playful mood and Mulder is his plaything.

Author's Notes: Thanks to Sinister for her wonderful beta skills. Also 
thanks to The SlashSluts and our SlashWeekend for making it possible 
for me to
write this for a challenge.

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Title: Come On Let's Play

Author: Sculder 



Come On Let's Play 


Fox Mulder hurried home. Today was Friday, he and his lover's play 
day. He couldn't wait to see what his lover had in store for him.
He burst through the door, dropping his keys on the hall table. That's 
when he noticed the note. He picked it up and read it aloud:
Come up to the playroom. Now! That was all it said and all it needed 
to say. Mulder could feel his cock twitching in his pants from the
words alone. It's been awhile since he and his lover had played in the 
playroom. They both were so busy with work, that they didn't
have the time, but this weekend, he was promised something special. 

Mulder pushed the note in his pants pocket and jogged up the stairs. 
When he reached the top of the stairs, he found the door open
and the room dark. This was strange, because it was always closed. He 
hesitantly walking towards it. What if the note didn't come
from his lover? What if someone had broken into the house, written the 
note and is now waylaying him inside, he thought. Mulder
reached for his gun, but he had removed it downstairs and left it on 
the table. He turned to go back down and get it, when he heard a
voice from within. He leaned in the doorway to hear what it was 
saying." GET IN HERE!" It roared. No doubt that it was the voice
of his lover. Mulder breathed a sigh of relief and stepped inside the 
dark room. He felt for the light switch without success, so he pulling
out his ever present pocket flashlight. He flashed the light around 
the room, searching for signs of his lover and what he was up to.
Suddenly, the lights turned on. Mulder frowned from the sudden assault 
to his eyes, then he turned off the flashlight and put it back in
his pocket. He walked to the middle of the room, placing his hands on 
his hips and looked around. He didn't see his lover anywhere.
He wondered where his voice had come from. All that was in the room, 
were various devices of erotic torture. Some were already
there when Mulder moved in and others he and his lover had bought 
together. He wasn't personally acquainted with all of them, but he
had hoped to be in the future.

Mulder noticed a particularly interesting looking device. He hadn't 
seen it before. Maybe his lover bought it especially for tonight,
Mulder hoped. It had a large, steel, frame, shaped like a rectangle, 
with two crossed bars in the center, connected at the four corners.
The intersecting point was padded. The frame was attached on either 
side, to a another steel bar that was supporting it on the floor.
Attached on each corner were leather, fur lined cuffs. Then he noticed 
something else that he hadn't seen before. It was a wooden
chair, with a medium sized hole in the seat. Leather cuffs were on the 
arm rests and on the legs. There was also a belt attached to the
back of the chair.

Mulder was anxious now, to find out what this was all about. He moved 
to the center of the room and shouted.

"Walter, where are you?"

There was no reply.

"Come on Walter, what gives?"

Again no reply.

"Walter are you in here?"

Then Skinner's voice could be heard thundering throughout the room.

"UNLESS YOU CALL ME BY MY RIGHTFUL NAME, YOU WILL NOT GET A REPLY."

Mulder thought about it, realizing the situation, then spoke.

"I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me." Mulder said, kneeling, with his 
head down.

"THAT'S MUCH BETTER. RISE AND FACE ME."

Mulder rose, his eyes searching the room, but Skinner was no where to 
be found. "Master, where are you?" He said, turning his body
to look around.

"I'M EVERYWHERE AND DO NOT SPEAK UNTIL I ALLOW YOU TO. NOW, REMOVE 
YOUR COAT." The disembodied
voice ordered.

Mulder silently and quickly removed his suit jacket, placing it on a 
near by chair.

"DID I TELL YOU TO PUT YOUR COAT ON THE CHAIR? SPEAK!"

"No, Master you didn't. I'm sorry." Mulder said, taking the coat from 
the chair and holding it.

"HOLD IT WITH YOUR TEETH AND REMOVE YOUR TIE." The voice commanded.

Mulder obeyed, gripping his coat with his teeth, then removed his tie. 
Without realizing it, he extended his arm to place it on the chair,
then remembered that he wasn't told to, so he pulled it back. 

"YOU INTENTED TO DISOBEY ME, BY PUTTING YOUR TIE ON THE CHAIR WITHOUT 
PERMISSION, DIDN'T YOU?
SPEAK!"

"No Master," Mulder mumbled, with the coat hanging from his teeth.

"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY, I SAW YOU! SPEAK!"

"I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to."

"DISOBEY ME AGAIN SLAVE AND YOU'LL BE EXTREMELY SORRY. NOW REMOVE THE 
COAT FROM YOUR
TEETH AND PLACE IT AND YOUR TIE, ON THE CHAIR." The voice boomed.

Mulder quickly obeyed his Master. Then he stood with his arms at his 
sides, waiting for his next order. His breathing had become
erratic and his stomach was in knots. This was all very exciting and 
terrifying at the same time. Skinner had a voice that would
intimidate the best of 'em and now amplified in the room, it sounded 
frightening. It all added to the atmosphere and theme of the
situation that Skinner had orchestrated. As anxious as it was making 
Mulder, it also made his as horny as hell. Skinner's authoritative
voice always seemed to go straight to his cock and now even more so. 
He could feel it stiffening with every command his lover gave
him.

Mulder waited for his next order for what seemed like forever. Finally 
he heard the voice again.

"PLACE YOUR RIGHT HAND ON YOUR GENITALS AND SQUEEZE THEM." 

Mulder could feel himself flush, as he put his hand over his cock and 
balls, squeezing them through the fabric of his pants.

"HARDER!" The voice shouted.

Mulder obeyed, causing himself to groan from the pressure of his hand.

"THAT'S ENOUGH. REMOVE YOUR HAND."

Mulder removed his hand and dropped it to his side.

"REMOVE YOUR SHIRT." The voice ordered again.

Mulder quickly complied and took off his shirt, remembering to hold it 
until ordered to put it somewhere. 

"PUT THE SHIRT ON THE CHAIR, THEN PINCH YOUR NIPPLES WITH BOTH HANDS." 
The voice commanded.

Mulder placed his shirt on the chair, then lifted his hands to his 
nipples, tweaking them as he was told. They were already pretty
sensitive and erect, so he gasped from the sharp pain his hands were 
causing. Once they had become unbearably sore, he was
thankfully ordered to stop.

"TAKE OFF YOUR BELT."

Mulder unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. He was 
about to place it on the chair, when he was yelled at.

"DID I TELL YOU TO PUT YOUR BELT ON THE CHAIR?! SPEAK!"

"No, Master. I'm sorry Master." Mulder said, swallowing hard, looking 
wildly around the room.

"YOU SOON WILL BE. YOU HAVE DISOBEYED ME AGAIN! NOW YOU WILL PAY!" The 
voice roared.

Mulder found himself trembling with anticipation.

"BEND OVER THE BEAM!"

Mulder looked over at the leather covered beam that was in the center 
of the room. He quickly walked over to it, leaning on his chest.
With his belt still in his hand, Mulder grabbed onto the beam for 
support.

"SWING THE BELT OVER YOUR LEFT SHOULDER AND WHIP YOUR ASS WITH IT. AND 
YOU HAD BETTER MAKE
THOSE SWINGS COUNT!"

Mulder obeyed, swinging his own belt over his shoulder to whip his own 
ass. At first it was hard to position the belt to go where he
wanted it to, but after being yelled at a few times and threatened, he 
was able to aim it where it counted. He was told to count each
stroke and soon he was up to twenty. After a while, the cloth of his 
pants did very little to lessen the pain. He was feeling every lash.
He gritted his teeth and managed somehow not to cry out. He wished 
that Skinner would order him to stop. After thirty, he was told to
and to place the belt on top of his other clothes. He wanted so badly 
to rub his stinging ass, but he wasn't told to, so he didn't.

"PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS AND SHOW ME YOUR HANDY WORK!" He was ordered.

Mulder unbuttoned his pants and zipped down his fly. He pushed his 
pants and boxers to his ankles, then bent over, holding onto his
knees. He didn't know which direction to point his ass, so his Master 
could get a good look, so he bent where he stood. He hoped that
it could be seen from where ever his Master was. Both cheeks were a 
nice shade of pink, with red welts. 

"NOT BAD, BUT I DON'T LIKE THE COLOR. WE'LL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT 
THAT LATER. DOES YOUR
ASS FEEL WARM, SLAVE? DOES IT STING? SPEAK!"

"Yes, it does Master, very much." Mulder answered, forcing his hands 
away from his burning butt.

"GOOD! NOW, STEP OUT OF YOUR PANTS AND KICK THEM OUT OF THE WAY."

Mulder did as he was told. Now he was naked, except for his shoes and 
socks. For some reason this made him feel more naked, than
without them. His cock was semi-erect. He stood there feeling 
embarrassed and uncomfortable, until he heard the commanding voice
again.

"REMOVE YOUR SHOES AND SOCKS AND PUT THEM UNDER THE CHAIR."

Mulder did it and now he was completely naked, with his arms at his 
sides, waiting for his next order. But it didn't come. He stood
there not knowing what to do with himself. He tried to stand as still 
as possible, trying not to fidget. Suddenly, he heard the voice again.

"Do not turn around. Keep your eyes on the far wall in front of you."

Mulder did as he was told and realized that he was no longer alone in 
the room. Skinner had obviously joined him and his voice was
now a normal volume, but still threatening. Mulder knew that his lover 
was directly behind him now. He could feel his stomach knotting
from not knowing what his lover was going to have him do next. 
Suddenly, he felt a leather gloved hand grasp his semi-erect cock,
moving up and down the shaft.

"Keep your eyes on that wall!" Skinner shouted, increasing the pumping 
on Mulder's cock.

Mulder stared straight ahead, feeling his Master's breath on the back 
of his neck. Suddenly, the pumping stopped and his balls were
grasped roughly. He gasped as they were rolled and squeezed. He closed 
his eyes, moaning and biting his lip.

"Like this my slutty slave? Speak." Skinner whispered in his slaves 
ear.

"God yes, Master." Mulder groaned.

Mulder felt his Master remove his hand. Then something covered his 
eyes and was tied behind his head.

"Can you see anything? Speak."

"No Master." Mulder answered, feeling a strong grip on his upper arms, 
then he was pushed around the room. He was stopped and
pushed down in a chair. It was the chair with the hole. He could feel 
his butt poking through it and was thankful, considering that it was
still very sore from the whipping he gave himself. His wrists and 
ankles were strapped to the chair. He also felt his waist being 
strapped
in. Mulder couldn't move anything but his head now. He waited for what 
was to come next and soon he would find out. From under the
chair, Mulder could feel a hard object poking his ass. He jumped at 
first, startled from the touch, then he realized that the object was
searching for his asshole. Mulder sat still as he felt the object push 
at his opening and slowly move up into him. The object obviously
had some kind of lube on it to make penetration easier. Mulder tried 
to relax on the object, taking it all inside him. It felt as big as an
average sized dildo. Once the object was deep inside, it began to move 
up and down, then twisted inside his ass. The feeling was
incredible. He couldn't move to thrust himself on the object, so he 
had to just sit still and feel it. He began to moan loudly, throwing 
his
head back and biting on his lip. He clenched his fists from the 
intense sensations. He wondered if he would be given permission to 
cum,
but he didn't have to worry about that for long. As quickly as the 
object had come, it had gone. He felt it slide out of his body. Mulder
let out a groan of disappointment.

"Wanted more, didn't you slut? Speak." The voice said.

"Yes, Master, please Master." Mulder begged, pulling on his restrains.

"Soon my slave." Skinner said, caressing Mulder's face, with the back 
of his leather clad hand. 

Mulder felt his wrists and ankles being released from the chair. Then 
he was pulled up forcefully and pushed around the room again. He
suddenly stopped again and his hands were pulled up over his head. His 
wrists were separated and placed in cuffs. So were his ankles.
Now Mulder could feel himself spread eagle, in an upright position. 
His stomach was pressed against a cushion, that was on the cross
bar and strapped to it. His cock and balls hung below it. He figured 
that he was strapped onto the rectangular frame that he saw earlier.
His body was securely attached to the frame and he couldn't move at 
all.

"Comfy slave? Speak." Skinner asked, as he pulled on Mulder's cock.

"Yes, Master." Mulder gasped.

"Good, let's play." 

Mulder felt the frame move. It was able to rotate. He was being turned 
foreword, then flat, with the front of his body pointing towards
the floor. Then he was moving again. He could feel himself turning 
upside down. With his eyes covered, Mulder felt very disoriented,
but he could sense what direction his body was in. Blood was beginning 
to rush to his head. The rotating continued and now his back
was facing the floor. He never enjoyed being flipped and he was 
beginning to feel a little queasy. He prayed that his Master wouldn't
turn it any faster. Mulder then felt something being attached to his 
penis. It felt like it was a metal ring of some kind. He figured it 
was a
cock ring. Skinner gave him one some time ago, but he hardly ever wore 
it. It felt weird under his pants and underwear. After the ring
was in place, his erect cock received a slap, then he was moving 
again. He was facing down again. Suddenly, he felt something slide
across his bare buttocks. The next thing he felt was a sharp sting. It 
was a leather cat and nine tails. He was very familiar with its feel.
Skinner began to rhythmically swing the whip across his slave's butt 
cheeks. Mulder felt his ass heating up, with every lash. He tried to
remain silent, relishing the rush of pain, but soon the relentless 
strokes became almost unbearable and he began to whimper and pull
against his restraints.

"Take it slave. Take it until your ass becomes a satisfactory shade of 
red." Skinner said, as he continued to rain lashes onto Mulder's
unprotected butt.

Mulder fought against his restraints and cried out. He knew that he 
couldn't take much more. He clenched his butt cheeks with every
stroke, squeezing his eyes shut. Then thankfully it stopped.

"Now, that's a nice shade of red, if I do say so myself." Skinner 
announced, as his soft, leathered hand moved across his slaves 
stinging
ass. Mulder let out another whimper as the cool leather caressed his 
hot, quivering cheeks.

"Did that feel good boy? Speak."

"Yes, Master, it felt real good." Mulder rasped out.

Skinner removed his hand from Mulder's ass and placed it on the frame 
turning it again. He turned it until he was facing the ceiling. His
back was supported by the belt attached to his waist. Mulder was 
extremely grateful that his butt wasn't resting against the cross bar.
He felt his Master's hands rubbing and tweaking his tender nipples. 
Once they were erect, clamps were attached to them. Mulder cried
out from the pain. Skinner silenced him with a hard, deep kiss, that 
left Mulder's lips swollen and bruised. He then attached a gold chain
to the clamps, that lead to the cock ring. He gave it a tug and caused 
Mulder to gasp.

Mulder was left in darkness, feeling the sensations from the clamps, 
the cock ring and his stinging buns. He let his unsupported head
hang back, to relieve the pressure. As if his Master sensed his 
discomfort, the frame was stood up again in a vertical position and 
his
cuffs were removed. Skinner supported his off balanced slave until it 
got his bearings, then he guided him through the room. Mulder
found himself placed in a corner, with his nose to the wall. His hands 
were pulled behind his back and cuffed.

"Stay there slave, until you are told to move." Skinner said, walking 
away.

Mulder was still wearing the blindfold, so he wasn't sure if Skinner 
left the room, so he stayed put. He leaned his forehead against the
wall and was immediately grabbed by the back of the neck.

"Did I say that you could lean against the wall? Speak."

"No Master you didn't." Mulder answered.

With his hand still on his neck, Skinner moved his slave to the center 
of the room and pushed him down on his knees. Mulder was
unaware that now Skinner was also naked and was standing with his 
erection in his face. Skinner grasped his cock and tapped it
against his slave's lips.

"I have something for you. Take it, now." Skinner ordered.

Mulder opened his mouth and Skinner shoved his shaft into it, almost 
making him gag. Then Mulder began to eagerly suck his Masters
cock, taking half of it inside. Skinner remained still, making Mulder 
do all the work. He inched his mouth closer and closer to the base
of the cock, feeling Skinner's pubic hair tickle his lips.

"Yes, mmmm, that's good slave, but that's enough." Skinner said, 
pulling his cock from his slave's mouth. Mulder was stunned as he sat
on his haunches, not knowing what just happened.

"I'm going to fuck that hot ass of yours now."

Mulder was stood up and taken to a mat. He was then pushed face down 
on it. His chest and hips were placed on a large cushion, so
he would be kneeling, with his ass in the air. His head was hanging 
off the cushion and his hands were still cuffed behind his back, but
he wasn't in any discomfort. He felt his legs pulled apart roughly and 
a lubed finger shoved into him. Then two, then three. Mulder
moaned and pushed back against the invading finger. He got a sound 
slap on a buttock, for his troubles.

"Keep that ass still slave." Skinner removed his fingers and gripped 
Mulder's hips, pushing his cock into the awaiting entrance. Once all
the way in, Skinner grabbed his slaves hair with one hand, pulling his 
head up. His other hand was supporting his body, on the cushion
next to Mulder. Mulder squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold and 
gritted his teeth, as his Master began to pound into him.

"Ahhhh, yeah, so nice and tight, like a virgin." Skinner let go of his 
slave's hair and placed both hands on the cushion, thrusting into him
hard and strong.

"You like this boy? Speak." Skinner growled into Mulder's ear.

"Ya...yes...Master. Please let me cum, please." Mulder begged, feeling 
himself on the verge.

"Of course you can cum, my slutty slave, but not until I tell you." 
Skinner continued to pound into his slave's ass. Their naked, sweaty
bodies writhing from pleasure. Skinner felt his impending orgasm 
building in his groin. A few more thrusts and he explored into Mulder,
letting out a mighty roar. Mulder felt the hot liquid seeping inside 
him. His own neglected cock straining within the cock ring, pleading 
to
get its own release. He didn't know if he couldn't hold out much 
longer, but he'd better if he knew what's good for him.

Skinner recovered still inside his slave. He reached under Mulder and 
grabbed his cock and engorged sac. Mulder whimpered, as he
was to the point of no return. Skinner applied some pressure to his 
slave's genitals and told him that he could cum. Mulder began to
hump in his Master's hand, until he came and came hard, shrieking his 
release. Skinner slid out of his ass and removed Mulder's cuffs
and blindfold. Mulder kept his eyes closed against the lights and felt 
himself being pulled into his Master's arms. They fell back onto the
mat, Master and slave spooning one another. Mulder felt his Master's 
limp cock against his butt and he pushed back on it.

"You insatiable little slut you." Skinner said, pulling his slave into 
a tight embrace, kissing the top of his head.

Mulder relaxed into the security of his Master's strong arms. He loved 
being this close to him, though he wished Skinner was still inside
him. 

Skinner placed his lips near his lover's ear.

"You were so good tonight Babe," he said, sucking an earlobe into his 
mouth.

This was how Mulder knew when the role playing was over and they were 
back to themselves. Skinner would stop calling him slave.

Mulder's lips formed a satisfied grin. "You weren't so bad yourself."

Skinner shifted so he was on top of his lover, then he kissed him 
passionately. He could feel Mulder's nipple clamps pressing into his
chest.

"Shit, I'd better take these off. It's gotta' hurt Babe, so take a 
deep breath." Skinner warned, as he sat up, placing a hand on each
clamp. "I'm going to remove them both at the same time. You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. Let's do it." Mulder said, squeezing his 
eyes shut to brace himself.

Skinner opened the clamps and as the blood rushed back into Mulder's 
nipples, he let out a yelp. Skinner took off Mulder's cock ring,
then leaned down to claim his mouth again. Mulder moaned into his 
lover's mouth and felt hands squeezing his ass. Mulder pulled back
to look into his lover's eyes.

"And you call me insatiable." Mulder gasped.

"You got a problem with that?" Skinner asked, nuzzling Mulder's neck, 
finding that special spot.

"Ohhhhh...no, not at all. In fact, I think things are looking up 
again. Ahhhh!" Mulder said, feeling his cock getting hard again.

"Oh really? Then we have to do something about that, don't we? Speak 
slave." Skinner said, returning to the role playing and pulling
Mulder up with him.

"Oh yes Master, please do." Mulder said, grinning from ear to ear. He 
watched as his Master went to a cabinet and removed
something, placing it behind his back.

"Get over here." Skinner commanded.

Mulder scurried over and anxiously waited before his Master.

"Turn around."

Mulder turned and Skinner brought his arms around him and attached a 
cock cage to his semi-hard penis. He pulled the leather strap
between his legs and up the crack of his ass, then fastened it around 
his waist.

"Now, that should keep that monster of yours under control." Skinner 
said, smacking Mulder on the butt and turning him back around.
"I think it's time we got some sleep."

Mulder made a face that his Master didn't see and turned to walk over 
to the bed. Suddenly, Skinner grabbed the strap around his
waist and pulled him back.

"Where the hell do you think you're going slave?"

"To bed Master." Mulder replied quickly, looking wide eyed at his 
Master.

Skinner raised his eyebrows. "Wrong, slaves do not sleep with their 
Masters tonight. The floor with you." Skinner ordered, pointing to
the floor.

Reluctantly, Mulder got down on the floor, curling up on the carpet. 
He wondered if he would get a blanket to cover his naked body,
from the cool night air. Hope arose in him when he saw his Master move 
to the closet again. When Mulder could see what Skinner had
taken out, he saw that he didn't have a blanket. He had a paddle. 
Mulder sat up, looking at his Master wide eyed, with a terrified 
thrill
going through his body and confusion all over his face.

"Master, what's that for?" Mulder asked, getting up on his knees.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to answer me before or to ask 
me a question now. This slave needs to be reminded of his place
and who he is. Get on the bed." Skinner ordered, pointing the paddle 
towards the bed.

Mulder quickly laid on the bed, holding his breath for the first blow. 
Skinner grabbed his wrists and ankles, tying him spread eagle on
the bed. Mulder felt a rush of excitement move through him. Then his 
Master moved to the bottom of the bed.

"Who are you? Speak." Skinner asked, slapping the paddle against his 
hand.

"You're slave, Master." Mulder mumbled into the pillow.

"What is your place? Speak." Skinner asked, with a smile on his face.

"My place is at your side, to do your bidding, Master."

"What can I do to you? Speak." He asked his slave, smiling again.

"What ever you want, Master." Mulder's ass cheeks clenched and 
unclenched in nervous, anticipation.

"Is this slave about to get his ass paddled for speaking without 
permission? Speak."

"Yes, Master."

"Wrong, slave." Skinner said, dropping the paddle and moving between 
his slave's parted legs. "I think I can find better things to do to
this ass."

Mulder turned his head, to see his Master lying between his legs, 
grabbing hold of hips. Then suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his 
right
butt cheek. He lifted his head and let out a cry of pain. Skinner had 
bit him in the ass and was now sucking and licking the spot.

"Couldn't help it slave, this ass is too damn appetizing, so lay there 
and take it." Skinner said, smacking the other cheek.

Mulder did as he was told, as his Master found better things to do to 
his ass.

The End