Title: Under Orders 9 - Don't Leave Home Without Them

Author: Batela

Rating: NC-17, Sk/Sc/M

Summary: Skinner was a bad boy during his field trip and needs to be set straight on a few points.

Spoilers: you won't understand the reference why Skinner is being punished or Mulder's sudden nicotine addiction unless you've seen 'Brand X'. If you haven't seen it, you missed a good one.

Note: For you non-Yanks, a bullet-pop is a large popsicle of layered flavors, about 6 inches long and 1-2 inch tapering diameter. They are very good on hot, sultry, summer days. They are also good for teasing one's boyfriend into a romp.

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"Scully, what happened the last time we fucked up a case?"

Mulder and Scully paced around the man trussed up in the chair.

"Hmmm. I do believe that we were reamed in his office for at least half the day. And desk duty for 2 weeks after that." Scully crossed her arms, looking down her nose at the gagged man. Skinner rolled his eyes at their drama. His arms were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied to the chair legs. He was naked, a long silk scarf wrapped around his waist to keep his penis tight against his stomach. Scully reached out and tweaked one of his nipples.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Miss Thing." she warned him. Skinner made a squeaking noise behind the gag. He wiggled, trying to escape her fingers. His eyes almost popped out as the butt-plug rubbed against his prostate. He forgot about that little problem. He forced himself to be still and huffed against the gag.

"Poor baby, having a problem?" Scully twirled her fingertips on the top of his head as she crooned unsympathetically.

"And you can stop that kind of language going on up there." Mulder informed him with a flick of a finger on Skinner's forehead. Damned if Skinner could figure out how the man did it. Mulder's voice was still a little husky from his own recent problem. Skinner found it sexy but was also a little concerned about Mulder's state of mind; Mulder had been having major nicotine withdrawals lately, making everyone's life miserable. People had been leaving anonymous gifts of cigarette cartons on Mulder's desk with a plea for leniency. Skinner had reason besides Scully to be afraid; Mulder had changed into his black leather and was lightly slapping the crop against his own thighs.

Scully sighed dramatically and went into the kitchen. Skinner heard the refrigerator door open, a paper rustle, and it closed. Paper rustled again and Scully soon came out with a bullet-pop. Skinner gulped. She sat back on the couch and slowly licked up one side of the brightly colored pop and down the other. Skinner whimpered.

Crack! Skinner screeched behind the gag. Mulder had smacked Skinner's bare thigh with the crop. Mulder took the pop and sucked at it, slowly prodding the tip with his tongue before licking up the sweet melting syrup. He touched the pop to the tip of Skinner's cock and painted the thick flaring head with it. Skinner shut his eyes and forced himself to be still while he screeched again. Mulder gave it back to Scully and she deliberately made a lot of noise as she licked the excess juice from it. She opened her blouse, unhooked the front hook on her bra, and touched the pop to a nipple. Skinner watched closely as she lifted her breast and licked her nipple clean. His gag was getting wet as his mouth began to water. He screeched again as the crop landed on his balls. He huffed, trying to catch his breath and control the pain.

"Awww, that looks painful. How about some relief?" Mulder tut-tutted and shook his head. He took the pop back and coated Skinner's balls with it.

Skinner cried out and wiggled to escape the ice. A flare of electricity shot through his groin and up his spine as his prostate was rubbed again. Scully took the pop and deep-throated it as she played with her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples. Skinner knew he was a dead-man. He could only pray that they didn't try and shove that thing up his ass. A small chip of ice was one thing, but an entire popsicle? Especially one of those huge bullet-pops? Nope, he didn't think so. That would leave him open to too many 'The Iceman Cometh' jokes.

"In case you haven't figured it out yet, Walter, we are very disappointed in you." Mulder paced in front of him, waving the crop around. Skinner had a sudden image of an SS officer. "Not that people died on your watch, no, that could have happened with anyone, it was just pure bad luck that it was your watch. No, we are disappointed that you didn't take us with you to begin. You're first outing in years, and you don't even ask us to go with you." In a fit of pique, Mulder smacked the crop down on Skinner's penis. He screeched again. Scully nibbled her way from the bottom to the top of the pop. She took a chunk off the top with a glare in Skinner's direction. Mulder took the pop and set it against the tip of Skinner's cock, holding it there. Skinner tossed his head back, his stomach and thigh muscles quivering.

"You were a very, very bad boy, Walter." he informed his captive. Mulder handed the pop back to Scully. He untied Skinner.

"Prepare the Tree." he ordered Skinner. Skinner tried to rush and discovered that one did not rush with a plug up one's ass.

Up in the bedroom, Skinner balanced a beam between the two posts at the end of the bed and placed the silk ties on the bed before kneeling in place.

Scully entered, sucking on the pop, followed by Mulder. Scully walked up to Skinner, released his gag and placed the pop at her groin, holding it out to him.

"Suck it." she ordered him. He took the pop into his mouth and sucked the sweet juices from it. She let him suck for a few moments before pulling it away. Scully climbed up onto the bed, leaning against the pillows, teasing him with the pop.

"Up, face Scully." Mulder ordered. Skinner stood up, facing Scully. Mulder put the crop into Skinner's mouth while he tied Skinner's wrists to the overhead beam, stretching the older man's lanky muscular frame. Skinner watched her as she lifted her skirt, her knees bent up, and ran a teasing finger along her pussy as she sucked on the pop.

The crop was taken from Skinner's mouth to be suddenly used on his balls from behind. He was finally able to screech out loud.

"Legs apart." Mulder gave a sharp tap to the inside of each thigh until the legs were at an approved width. "Don't you dare move them." Mulder looked closely at the crop and tossed it down with a snort. "This won't work."

Skinner thought it was working fine. He heard Mulder rummaging around in the closet behind them. He heard belts clinking. He began to sweat.

"Ah ha!" Skinner heard the snap of a leather belt. They are royally pissed at him, he thought. He felt the leather softly caress his back.

"Do you know what this is, Walter?" Mulder whispered in his ear with a flick of his tongue to the lobe.

"A belt, Sir." Skinner responded.

"Do you understand why we are angry with you?"

"Yes, Sir, I didn't ask for help."

"No, you did ask for help, just not soon enough." Mulder caressed the man's nipples with the doubled belt.

"Yes, Sir, not soon enough." Skinner shut his eyes and forced himself to breathe.

"Do you deserve this punishment?" Mulder crooned and gently tugged on Skinner's balls with one hand.

"Yes, Sir. Please punish me, Sir, I'm sorry for not asking your help soon enough."

"Very well, since you asked so nicely," Mulder kissed him first, taking Skinner's breath away. "and because we love you and care about what happens to you, and because maybe you will think twice before deciding which agents to assign to your cases."

Mulder stepped back and let the belt swing, connecting with Skinner's bared ass. Skinner yelped but kept his legs in place. He had learned the hard way how to lock his muscles in place. The belt landed again, sending a wild fire across his ass. Skinner could see Scully through his slit eyes; she had taken off her clothes and set the pop aside so that she could finger herself with both hands. She had her legs spread before him, one finger circling her clit while the other hand occupied her pussy. He could see her juices flowing out of her as she wiggled and moaned, and he wanted very badly to suck her.

The belt flicked the tops of his thighs and he jumped. Mulder double-timed the next stroke to settle him back down onto his feet. Skinner's cock was as hard as a rock as he willed himself not to come. The belt was back handed to give the other cheek equal time. When every square inch of his backside was red with belt stripes, and his skin felt like cracked china, he began to beg and plead for mercy.

Mulder released the ties and bent Skinner over the bed, putting the belt between Skinner's teeth. He pulled the plug out and quickly filled the void with his own cock. Mulder thrust into him roughly, holding him in place with a powerful grip on Skinner's hips.

"This is my ass, Walter," Mulder growled with each thrust. "and you will not risk this ass under any circumstance. Is that understood?" Each word was emphasized with a thrust, each one harder than the next until Mulder came, not with his usual shout but with a warning grunt.

"Now. You may beg Scully's forgiveness." Mulder slapped the red ass as he pulled out. Skinner crawled across the beg to Scully.

"Please, Dana, please forgive me? I promise to ask for your help the next time I'm in the field." Skinner whimpered, his face in the bedding, his ass in the air with Mulder's semen dripping down his thighs. Scully quickly flipped him over onto his back and grabbed his balls, squeezing them tightly.

"Mine." she growled in his ear. She took the skin right below it into her mouth and tugged roughly with her teeth, suckling at it until she marked him with a purple bruise that was clearly visible above where is collar sat. It was a good one, it would last for a couple of weeks, making the Hoover employees wonder who had conquered the Surly One. She untied the scarf around his waist and gave his cock a few rough jerks until he came, coating his belly and chest with his milky semen. Scully straddled his waist, rubbing her torso in his cum before claiming his mouth. Skinner lay still, letting her top him. It made him feel safe and secure to have her covering him, it calmed his anxiety, putting him in a place of peace. Mulder stretched out next to them, having taken his leathers off. He stroked Scully's back with one hand as her kisses turned from rough to caressing, and laced his other hand with one of Skinner's, stroking the strong capable hand with his own tapered fingers. Scully put out one arm and pulled Mulder in closer until they both rested their heads on Skinner's broad chest.

Skinner learned his lesson; asking for help was not something he did well, but he would do so for them the next time.