Title: Rawhider
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains m/m relationship. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Rating: NC17
Date: 03/02/02
Archive: No
Website: http://us.oocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: Walter's Master helps him through a difficult night.
NOTES: Thanks to Josan as always. Parts of To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell 1621 – 1678 quoted below. I don't think he'll sue me, but just in case I'm unemployed and close to bankrupt so don't bother. Toys from www.blowfish.com
NOTE2: I found a great dictionary site and this is what came up in the thesaurus section:
Entry Word: master
Function: n
Synonyms: LOVER 1, boyfriend, fancy man, man, paramour

Had we but world enough, and time,
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wing d chariot hurrying near.

I was sitting in my office when I heard the door slam.

"Alex!"

"Up here, Walter."

I heard him pounding up the stairs and turned to face the door. He stood in the doorway for a long moment, just looking at me. Then, in three long strides, he was in front of me. He dropped to his knees without a word, fumbling with my jeans. The button went sailing across the room; his powerful hands ripped my boxers. Then his deliciously hot mouth was covering me.

I grasped his head, hissing with the pleasure, as my cock quickly filled with blood. The small bit of my big head that was still functioning knew something was wrong. But it also knew I wouldn't be finding out right away. So I resorted to the tried and true.

"Suck me, slave. And you best swallow every drop I offer you."

His mouth pulled off me long enough to reply.

"Yes, Master."

I watched as he took me deep again and again. I love how he sucks cock. I love knowing that mine is the only one he's ever sucked. The only one he will ever suck.

He raised his head and his tongue stroked along the vein, hot and wet. Then he ran the tip of his tongue in the slit, back and forth slowly, teasing. I made a warning growl and he smiled before he began to tongue fuck the slit. The tip of his tongue pushing in as deep as possible, over and over.

I allowed this to continue for several minutes before I growled again.

"Suck it. Take it all."

He immediately covered the head and pressed down until his nose was buried in my curls. I could feel his throat working on me. He pulled up and began to bob up and down, taking in my entire cock on each down stroke.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, caressing as he continued to ravage my now aching dick. When I knew I was about to shoot, I tightened on his neck, thrust up hard while pulling down, and emptied my load into his hungry mouth.

I relaxed my grip only when he pulled back. But, even then, he released just enough of me to breathe. His tongue kept licking and tonguing the slit. When I hit sensory over load, I barked at him.

"Enough!"

He rocked back on his heels, his hands still on my thighs, smiled as he licked his lips in that way that made my dick want to go again. I reached for him and pulled him closer between my thighs, wrapping my long legs around him.

Cupping his head, I pulled him forward to kiss my taste out of his mouth. His strong arms slipped around me and we shared several long juicy kisses. I love kissing him. We've spent many wonderful hours just kissing.

Finally, I pulled back and searched his face. Whatever had happened today, he still wasn't past it.

"Go prepare yourself for me, then wait in the playroom."

I unlocked my legs and watched as he rose to his feet. I turned back to my desk and as soon as the shower started I hit the speed dial for Kim.

"Hello."

"Kim, it's Alex."

"I thought you might call. He's bad, isn't he?"

"Yeah. What happened?"

"Special Agent Brown was killed today. Even if Walter had been on scene, he couldn't have stopped it. But he has known him a long time. Brown's daughter is getting married next week."

"Damn! No wonder he's a wreck. Thanks for the info, Kim."

"Look after him, Alex. I've already cleared his schedule for Monday. I didn't tell him, but I knew you would want him to take the day off."

"When did you get so good at reading my mind?"

"Several lifetimes ago."

I'd told Kim about our regressions one night when we kept vigil by Walter's bed in the hospital after yet another injury. She had been excited about the idea before I even got around to telling her she had been in our lives often. Now she has her own set of tapes.

"Thanks, Kim. The shower just cut off so I'd better go look after him."

"If you need me, call."

"You know I will."

I put the phone down. Walking across the room, I opened the wardrobe that houses what I think of as my Master's uniforms. Over the years, Walter and I have played many games and I have acquired everything from cop uniforms to work boots and hard hats. He has far fewer costumes because his naked body is quite all I need to see.

I heard him coming down the stairs, his footsteps moving toward the basement. I stepped to the door and called after him.

"Slave, oil your skin."

"Yes, Master."

I waited until I heard the basement door then turned back to the wardrobe. Tonight should be fantasy of a bygone time. I pulled out the robe I had recently commissioned. The seamstress had done an excellent job. It was as close a duplicate as possible to one I had worn in Constantinople the night we first met there.

I shucked my clothes hurriedly and slipped into the robe. The silk felt good against my skin. As I walked toward the basement door, my cock was already beginning to harden just from the silk brushing against me.

When I reached the basement, he was kneeling on his pillow, his skin oiled, head bowed. That sight alone enough to make my dick stand up the rest of the way. I walked over to the toy chest, grabbing a cock ring and positioning myself within it.

When I had the cart loaded with the things I planned to use, I called to him.

"Slave, on the table. Cover it first."

"Yes, Master. Belly or back?"

"On your back."

I watched as he retrieved a bath sheet. Covering the table, he lay down and waited. I rolled the cart over to the table. He made no move to see what was on it, which told me he was in need of a long, heavy session.

I walked to the end of the table and he raised his hands, placing them in the restraints that are bolted to the end. I locked his hands in, then ran my hand down his arm, continuing down to pinch a nipple. Walter sighed, went boneless, eyes closing, relaxed in the way he only gets for me in sub space.

My focus was solely on him. On his needs.

We are so lucky, he and I, to have found each other so long ago and to continue finding each other.

I walked to the other end of the table. First, I dropped a cock strap around him, pulling it tight enough to keep him from coming before I wanted him to. Then I fastened the longest spreader bar between his ankles.

"Raise your legs, slave."

He obeyed and I hooked the bar to a chain dangling over the table. This would give me plenty of access to his ass as well as the toys I so enjoy playing with. I stroked his cock some more, enjoying the feel of him in my hand. He moaned softly but made no other sounds and held still.

I picked up the nipple clamps, placing them on his stomach, smiled at the way his nipples immediately tightened up. That however did not stop me from kissing, sucking and eventually biting down hard on them before I clamped each one.

"Who do you belong to, slave?"

"You, Master, only you."

"What does that mean, slave?"

"That you may beat me, fuck me, use me in any way you wish, Master."

"You left out something, slave."

The whisper was so low I almost missed it.

"Love me, Master."

"That is *the* most important thing. Say it again and say it louder, slave."

"Love me, Master."

"Louder!"

"Love me, Master." That time he almost shouted.

"I do love you, slave. I have always loved you and will always love you."

I covered Walter's mouth. He opened to receive me, a soft sigh Walter's only sound as the kiss ended.

"Keep your eyes closed, slave. I want you to concentrate on your body and how it feels."

"Yes, Master."

I watched as he settled further into sub space. Giving him a minute, I turned to pick up the first item I would use on him. I smiled as his stomach trembled when I trailed the leather cock whip across his skin. This was a new toy. I had never used it on him. Matter of fact, he had never seen it. I trailed it higher over his clamped nipples, across his throat, over his face, letting him get the smell of the leather in his nostrils, before wrapping it around his head then going back down the way I had come.

He gasped when I flicked my wrist and the whip caressed his cock and balls. I spent several minutes bringing more colour to his erection, stopping only when he whimpered.

I put the whip down and picked up the bottle of water. I rubbed the end of the straw against his lips and he turned his head to drink. Putting the bottle down, I bent to tug on the nipple clamps with my teeth. His body arched up toward me.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it as he moaned low in his throat. I knew he was over-sensitive from the whip. I wanted him to stay that way.

I walked to the end of the table, running my hand over his ass. Picking up the anal spike, I inserted the nozzle and filled his ass with lube. I worked the plug that had been made from a mold of my cock into him. Fucked his ass with it for several moments while watching his face for his reaction. The 'please' when it came was music for me.

"Please, slave? What do you want, slave?"

"You, master."

"Want my cock inside you?"

"Yes, please."

"Not yet. I'm not through playing with you. When *I'm* ready, I'll fuck you."

His frowned but made no other protest. I pushed the dildo up high inside him. I walked around to stand next to him. Reaching over to the cart, I picked up the lube and squirted a little on a paper towel. The next toy was one I had used only once before. The long surgical steel rod had three settings, the last time I had only used the first.

He told me later that for days after I used it on him coming had been a whole new experience. That he could *feel* his come moving through the shaft. I rolled the end of the rod in the lube. As soon as it touched the slit of his dick, he moaned.

I inserted it slowly, pulling back after about a quarter of an inch then pressing forward again. I fucked his cock with it for a few minutes as he moaned almost continuously.

"Who do you belong to, slave?"

"You, Master."

"And this piece of meat I'm fucking, who does it belong to?"

"You, Master."

"I’m pleased my slave knows his place."

I bent to kiss him, his mouth opened in response. I took my time, relishing his submission, holding the rod in place inside him. When I released his mouth, I flipped the control to the lowest setting.

"GOD!"

His body tensed for just the barest of seconds then went limp again. I moved it to the next setting. This time no word, just one quickly cut off scream.

"Do you want me to stop, Walter?"

"No. I'm yours to use as you wish. Please more."

His hoarse voice was followed by a deep groan.

"Lie very still. I want the rod and the dildo to stay in place."

He nodded briefly. I ran my hand over the chain lying on his chest, tugging it briefly. Watched the tremor of muscles as he fought to stay still. I picked up the heavy paddle and walked back to the end of the table.

The first swat took him by surprise and he jerked a little, then settled again. I delivered ten hard fast blows after that. Dropping the paddle to the floor, I opened my robe, pulled the plug out, and replaced it with my cock.

"This what you want, slave?"

"YES!!!!!!!!"

I bent forward so I could reach the control, turning up the rod to the highest setting, all the while ramming into him hard and fast.

"Master! Please! More!"

I couldn't turn up the rod any higher so I gave him as much more as I was capable of. Pounding his ass as hard as I could manage. When my balls pulled up tight, I reached for the chain, pulling the nipple clamps off.

As the blood filled them, he screamed again. I pulled the cock strap lose as I started shooting in his ass.

"Come, slave."

"I can't, Master. The rod."

"You can, let go."

I wrapped my hand around the head of his cock holding the rod in place. I could feel the pressure as his come shot against the obstruction in his dick. Hot come began to dribble out around the still vibrating rod as he whimpered. I let go and watched as his come forced the rod out.

He screamed one last time then left me for a little while. I dimly heard the clank as the rod hit the floor. I stood there, still deep inside my lover, and slowly licked his come from my hand. I pulled out and began releasing him. By the time he opened his eyes, I was cleaning the sweat and come from his body.

"Back with me, love?"

"Yes."

His hand reached to touch his cock carefully.

"Tender?"

"Yes."

"Guess that means you aren't gonna want to fuck me with it later."

He grinned that sweet sexy grin of his.

"Have I ever turned down a piece of *your* ass?"

"Don't think you ever have or ever will. Come on, you can clean the toys in the morning. I want a shower, dinner, and my lover's big cock up my ass."

"Thank you, Master. I really needed you tonight."

"I'll always be here when you need me, slave. Think you're ready to climb the stairs?"

"Might need a little help."

"Whatever you need, my beloved."

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