"He's drowsing, not really asleep, not really awake. He's
got a plug in, a gentle cream colored peachskin one, full
of very warm water, it sloshes when he squirms and does
this faint rocking motion within him, just enough to keep
him softly erect. His cock's been lightly creamed, and
there are these little shivery white gold tassels hanging
from the bud clamps on his nipples. They aren't tight at
all, but he can feel the constant pressure, however subtle,
and if he breathes deeply, there's a small tug that makes
his lazy eyelids flutter.
"He was spanked earlier, so the lambskins's caressing a
very warm, still a bit tender backside. He's feeling no
pain, I assure you. He's waiting quite contentedly for
Walter to come in.
"The big man's going to part Alex's legs, remove the plug
and enter him so slowly Alex will think time has stopped.
Then the clamps will come off, and Walter's tongue will
soothe and rub those little nubs until they're scarlet. One
of his big paws will be wrapped around the warm slickness
of Alex's cock, a feather light touch no matter how the boy
lifts his hips and begs with brilliant eyes.
"It'll be a long, slow, very languid fuck, and both of them
will be reduced to lassitude when it's over. Alex can
hardly wait, but he's a good boy, lying there with his arms
stretched out over his head, body in a slow erotic holding
pattern, just simmering until his Master comes and takes
what's his."
(a loud snapping sound, three times)
Mulder sat up a bit more in the chair. He rubbed at his
eyes and stretched, looking around curiously. Skinner's
face was the color of a tomato, and Scully was even more
flushed. Doggett was nearly purple, and Alex was just
sitting there, a complete absence of color anywhere on his
face, eyes darker than Mulder had ever seen.
"What did I say? Or -- or do? C'mon, I can tell it was
something, what happened? Scully didn't make me cluck like
a chicken, did she?"
Mulder, face alive with his need to know, started to ask
again what had happened, when Scully spoke, standing
quickly.
"Okay, we'll leave you with the tape. It's getting late,
we'd better go. Have a good night." She all but ran from
the room, with Doggett nearly knocking her over in his
haste to leave.
Skinner had come around from his spot standing against the
wall. He went to the video camera, rewound the tape just a
little and then sat down on the arm of Alex's chair.
Alex, his color more normal now, spoke in a voice that
sounded like it had been dragged across gravel.
"You went under fine, Scully regressed you a hundred years,
like you wanted. You gave us all the normal things, but a
lot of detail. Then...then, as she was finishing, Walter
passed her a question. She read it out loud. He doesn't
believe in this stuff, not really, and he...he wanted to
know if we were around then. I-I think he was going to ask
about himself next, but there was no need."
"What did she ask me?"
"'Where is Alex?'"
"And what did I say?"
Skinner pushed play.
THE END.
Remembering
by Raven
"Alex is stretched out in front of the fireplace, totally
nude except for these thin white gold chains snugly around
his neck, wrists, biceps, thighs, ankles and waist. He's
sprawled on these lovely lambskin furs, the white picking
up the fire colors and he keeps squirming on the softness.
