by Lady Midath
Alex pressed his forehead against the cool glass,
tears pricking at his eyes.
It's not fair. He though miserably, and not for the
first time. It's just not
fair.
He turned away from the window, unable to bear
watching the bright colourful
crowds as they talked and laughed and shopped all
unaware of the young man
gazing down at them longingly.
Alex's chains clanked as he shuffled back to the bed,
he sat, feeling the soft
quilt underneath his bare behind.
He looked down at the soft leather cuffs that encased
both his ankles linked by
a sturdy chain, then his eyes traveled upwards to the
wide leather belt around
his slender waist that his wrist was securely cuffed
to.
"That's one good thing about keeping a one armed man
in restraints." Walter
Skinner had told him cheerfully as he had strapped the
wildly struggling
assassin into the custom built harness. "It's really
not that difficult at all."
Alex glanced at the bedside clock, shit it was nearly
six and Walter had told
him that he was going to be home early tonight. He had
better get ready, Walter
really hated it when he was not in position and
waiting for him.
Carefully he draped himself over the mound of pillows,
making sure that his
bottom was well positioned, up in the air.
Just then, he heard the front door open and close.
Walter was home.
The door to the bedroom opened and Walter Skinner
walked in, stopping to place
his briefcase on the floor near the door.
"Hi Alex." He said walking over to the bed to ruffle
the young man's long sable
hair. "How was your day?"
"Okay." Alex's voice was muffled, his face buried in
the quilt.
Walter chuckled as he took his jacket and tie off,
hanging them neatly in the
wardrobe.
"What would you like for dinner tonight?" He patted
the young man's well rounded
bottom cheek.
Alex shivered at the touch, gentle though it was. He
knew that Walter kept a
variety of paddles, canes and straps in the cupboard
near the window and just
about everyone of them had been used on his vulnerable
backside.
"I don't care, whatever." Alex replied.
"Good boy, I think I'll grill us a couple of steaks
tonight, and a fresh garden
salad and fried potatoes, how does that sound?"
"Yeah great." Alex mumbled.
Another friendly pat and Walter left the room, leaving
the door ajar.
Alex could hear the large man moving around in the
kitchen, preparing supper,
his mouth watered. He had not eaten since lunch and he
was hungry.
Whenever Walter had to go out, he always made sure
that he left Alex enough food
for breakfast and lunch, but nothing more, no
in-between snacks.
He always had plenty to drink, the bathroom was within
reach, but the chain that
restrained him would only reach as far as the
bathroom, he was unable to leave
the bedroom and go out to the living room.
He lifted his head, he could see out of the partially
open door and into the
cozy living room beyond.
There on the desk was the telephone, Alex stared at it
longingly. Walter had
taken the phone out of the bedroom after he had
secured Alex to the sturdy metal
bar that Walter had put in himself.
Well, it beat being handcuffed to the bed constantly,
at least now he was able
to get up and move around, he could get to the toilet
when he needed to, that
was a relief in itself.
If only I could get to the phone. Alex thought
desperately. If only...
But it was no good, he had tried everything but while
his one good hand was
chained to the belt around his waist, and his
prosthetic arm was locked away in
the wardrobe, not that it would do him much good.
"You won't be needing this for awhile." Walter had
cheerfully informed him as he
put the arm into the wardrobe and shut the door
firmly.
It had been hard for Alex to bite back the tears then,
but he had managed. He
had been determined not to give the Assistant Director
of the FBI the
satisfaction of seeing him cry.
No, he was trapped her quite effectively it was almost
as if the bald headed
bastard had planned it somehow.
But that would have been impossible, after all, how
would Skinner have known
that the Consortium operative had been been planning
on paying the AD a little
visit that night...how long ago had it been now?
Three weeks, that's right, three goddamm weeks of
being chained like an animal
and used whenever Walter Skinner felt like it.
He had been riding the elevator up to Walter's floor
up on the seventeenth, when
the lift had stopped and the doors had slid open only
to have the big man
himself step inside.
Alex had dug into his jacket pocket for the gun he
always carried, when one
meaty fist slammed into the side of his face and it
had been goodnight Alex.
The assassin had woken up a couple of hours later only
to find himself lying
face down on Walter's bed, his one good arm cuffed to
the bedhead, pillows had
been shoved underneath his belly, lifting his arse up
in the air, his legs had
been spread wide and tied to the end posts of the bed.
That was when Alex realized that he was up shit creek
without a paddle.
Of course Alex had struggled and yelled until Walter
had finally shoved a
makeshift gag into his mouth. After all he had not
wanted his neighbors to think
that there was anything amiss here.
Walter had perched himself on the side of the bed,
reaching out to stroke Alex's
surprisingly soft skin.
"What were you thinking of doing Alex?" He had asked
softly. "Were you going to
pay me another visit with that palm pilot of yours,
Hmmm? Or perhaps you were
coming up here to toss my apartment over, what would
you have been looking for I
wonder?"
Alex had turned his head to glare at the other man,
his green eyes flashing with
venomous hatred.
"Well, whatever it was, it does not matter anymore."
Walter held up the palm
pilot that he had taken from Alex's battered leather
jacket pocket.
"You see, I have this, and now I can take it into the
Bureau's lab and hopefully
they will be able to find a way to flush these dammed
nanocytes out of my system
once and for all."
Alex's protests were muffled behind the gag. Walter
had chuckled, a rare sound
from the normally stern AD.
"And as for you Alex, don't worry, I fully intend to
take good care of you, and
I am sure that I will find a good use for you as
well." With that, he ran his
hand along the smooth cheek of Alex's bottom, making
the young man shudder with
trepidation. It was obvious that Walter did not intend
to kill him, oh no, that
would have been too quick, too easy for the assassin.
Walter definitely had plans for him all right and Alex
suspected that after the
big man was finished with him, he was going to wish
that he had been killed
instead.
"Dinner won't be long!" Walter called out from the
kitchen. Alex sighed, damn,
this was like something out of Leave it to
Beaver...well if Beaver had decided
to take up residence with the Manson family that is.
After a few moments, Walter came back into the bedroom
humming an old tune under
his breath. Without a word, he unchained Alex's ankle
cuff and helped him up off
the bed.
He led Alex out into the living room, seating him down
at the table, then he
secured the chain to the table leg.
"Won't be much longer." Another friendly ruffle of his
hair and Walter
disappeared back into the kitchen.
Alex glanced at the phone again, it was just out of
reach, as though placed
there to tantalize him.
Walter came out of the kitchen carrying to plates of
food. Alex's meal had been
sliced up into bite sized pieces, Walter was not
prepared to trust the assassin
with any potentially lethal weapons such as knives and
forks.
Even the cup that Walter set down before his captive
was made of plastic, a
child's cup with a picture of The Teletubbies on it,
plastic could not be
smashed and the shards used to sever any main
arteries.
Walter loosened Alex's wrist restraint enough so that
he could lift his hand
high enough to feed himself.
"There you are." Walter said as he adjusted the length
of chain. "Bon appetite."
"Thanks." Alex muttered. He picked up the spoon that
he was allowed to eat with
and began to eat the steak, chewing the meat slowly,
savoring the taste.
Walter seated himself down in his own chair,
cheerfully making conversation as
he cut his steak up. Alex listened as the bigger man
spoke, telling him various
things that had happened that day.
"Oh, Spender paid me a visit today." Walter remarked
casually as he added some
more thousand island dressing to his salad.
Alex's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing. "What did
he want?" He asked,
carefully keeping his voice neutral.
Walter shrugged. "He didn't really say, but he kept
asking me questions
involving you. I think he thinks that you have
double-crossed him on some
information that he wanted."
Walter watched the colour drain from the younger man's
face. "Really?" He forced
himself to place another piece of steak into his mouth
even though his appetite
had suddenly vanished.
"Hmm, of course I told him that no one had seen you
around for quite some time,
which of course is true." Walter's grin was almost
feral.
Stomach churning, Alex laid his spoon down onto the
polished surface of the
table.
"Why are you doing this to me Walter?" He asked.
"For the same reason that you did all those things to
us Alex." Walter replied.
"Now finish your dinner, I have some entertainment
planned for tonight."
Two
Alex shuddered as he felt the wet tip of Walter's
tongue trace itself down the
sensitive skin of his balls.
He knew how much the younger man hated having his
balls fondled, even the
lightest touch made him flinch.
"Please Walter." He gasped, sweat already starting to
pop out on his forehead.
He wriggled miserably, trying to get away from the
insistent probing of the
older man's tongue but he was bound quite securely to
the bed and couldn't move.
Walter's tongue went lower still, lapping that Alex's
cock, running over the
engorged head, teasing the piss slit, something that
was always guaranteed to
drive the assassin out of his mind.
"Ohh, oh God... Walter..." He gasped squirming
frantically now. "Please, I
can't...pleazeee."
"Shhh, Alex." Walter said, gently stroking his butt
cheeks with the tips of his
fingers.
Alex moaned, near to tears now. Walter continued the
exquisite torture showing
no mercy as he teased the erect cock and swollen
testicles, watching with
amusement as his helpless captive shuddered and moaned
under his caress.
Finally satisfied that Alex was well and truly
aroused, Walter took the tube of
lube off the night stand and carefully applied it to
the tiny pink bud off
arsehole between Alex's well rounded cheek.
Alex groaned at the cool touch of the lubricant,
feeling Walter's fingers slip
inside him, preparing him quite nicely.
"Oh....oohhh Christ..." Alex cried out as he felt
Walter's cock slip inside him,
stretching and filling him almost painfully.
"Ah JESUS!" Alex's yells bounced off the walls as
Walter rode him hard,
thrusting against him, skin slapping against skin.
Sweat was running freely down Alex's face now,
dampening his lean body as he
felt the beginnings of his own climax start to build
up inside him.
Suddenly he felt Walter's cock spasm, the hot semen
squirting inside him. His
own climax hit and he shuddered collapsing on the bed,
exhausted.
Walter laid down beside him, a smile of complete and
utter satisfaction on his
lips.
Alex looked over at him, sweat damped hair sticking to
his brow, he could feel
Walter's semen trickling down the crack of his
backside and his own cum,
sticking to his skin.
Walter chuckled and leaned over to plunder the young
man's mouth.
Alex returned his kiss sulkily, his green eyes dark
and resentful.
"What's wrong beautiful?" Walter asked, reaching out
to stroke his face.
"When are you going to let me go Walter?" He asked.
"You can't keep me here like
this, I have things I want to do...I have..."
"Nothing beyond this room Alex." Walter told him
firmly. Alex glared at him.
"Haven't you had your revenge?" He asked unable to
keep the bitterness from his
voice.
Walter laughed and shook his head. "You just don't get
it do you Alex,this isn't
about revenge, oh it may have been at first". He
conceded. "But not now."
"Then why are you keeping here like this?" Alex's
voice rose, anguished. Walter
almost felt sorry for him...almost.
"Because Alex you are a dangerous, untrustworthy and
sneaky little son of a
bitch, and that's just your good points." Walter
replied. "I figure this way,
you're not out there, murdering innocent people and
torturing me with that
dammed palm pilot of your."
"Why don't you just kill me then?" Alex asked
miserably. Walter shook his head,
then he reached out, cupping the unhappy young man's
face with his large hand
tenderly.
"I'm not like you Alex." He answered softly. "Human
life is cheap to you, but
not to me. I can't just kill someone in cold blood."
"But you can keep me here, a prisoner, is that it?"
Alex replied.
"I look at it this way Alex." Walter said. "At least
here you are safe, safe
from the Smoking Man, and the rest of the Consortium,
safe from Mulder who would
quite happily shoot you on sight. Safe from you ending
up in prison and on the
other side of the coin, society is safe from you."
"Great." Alex muttered. "Just fucking great, here I am
tied to a fucking bed,
having my ass reamed out whenever you feel like it and
you say that you are
keeping me safe."
"And the world at large." Walter reminded him. "Look
at it this way Alex, here
at least you are serving a greater purpose."
"And what would that be?"
Walter leaned forward to kiss the younger man once
more, savouring the lingering
taste of his lips, enjoying the slightly musky smell
of his skin.
"Keeping me happy."
Alex had no answer for that. If only he had not
decided to pay Walter Skinner a
visit that fateful day, if only he had been quicker at
drawing his gun, if only
he had not underestimated the Assistant Director.
He remembered the first time he had seen the AD,
remembered the way he had
dismissed the bigger man as just another wage slave, a
nine to fiver, nothing
more.
Now Alex realized just how wrong he had been. How
horribly wrong.
He watched as Walter got up off the bed and went into
the bathroom. Soon he felt
the touch of a warm soapy flannel, cleaning the sticky
mess off his skin.
He closed his eyes as he felt himself being cleaned
off, his body ached tiredly,
all he wanted to do now was close his eyes and sleep.
A small ball gag was slipped between his teeth, Walter
still did not trust Alex
not to take a piece out of him with his teeth while he
was asleep.
He felt rather than saw Walter climb into bed next to
him, covering them both up
with the thick quilt. He was gathered into a pair of
strong arms and he laid his
head against Walter's broad chest.
That night, his usual dreams of escape and freedom
were replaced with other,
more darker ones. Dreams of capture, of no escape, a
rat caught in a trap.
Alex's eyes sprung open, he was trembling from head to
foot. Walter arms
tightened around him slightly and he in turn, pressed
himself against the warm
strong body beside him.
No escape, nowhere to run, even if he left here, the
Smoking Man would be
waiting for him. No, there was nothing he could do
now.
A rat caught in a trap...a trap of his own making.
With these miserable thoughts running through his
head, Alex closed his eyes
once more, settling down to whatever sleep would come,
a single tear sliding
down his cheek.
lex sighed as he stared out of the window wistfully
down at the street below.
He watched as the shoppers walked back and forth,
intent on their own business.
