Title: Under Orders Part 2:
Walter Gets a New Playmate
Author: Batela
Rating: NC-17 m/m slash m/f romance
Disclaimer: If only Chris Carter would learn to share.
e-mail: batela@angelfire.com - please, I crave attention!
Summary: Scully helps Skinner fulfil a fantasy.
 
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Walter Gets A New Playmate
By Batela
 
Sunlight filtered through the bedroom window, waking them up 
just before the alarm clock. 
"Mmmm." Scully stretched and reached over to shut the alarm 
clock off before it went off on its own. She looked over the man 
next to her. She quite enjoyed making love with Skinner, but 
who would have thought he'd get into the submission thing? 
Usually they liked 'vanilla' sex, but once in a while either she or 
Skinner needed some spice. She only started it as a game, to 
take his mind off of killing her partner, Mulder. He shocked the 
hell out of her by coming home a couple of weeks ago with 
nipple rings. She remembered staring at them for a long time 
until he asked nervously if they were ok. He'd have them 
removed if she didn't like them. Oh, yes, she liked them. Just so 
long as he didn't get anything in a more southerly region 
pierced. She liked his cock the way it was, thank you very 
much. 
"Walter, wake up." she said softly, lightly touching one of the 
rings. She could feel his sleepy cock on her hip suddenly spring 
to life. Did it every time. He opened his eyes, the brown almost 
as black as the pupils. 
"How would you like to play a new game tonight?" she asked 
him. His response was to snuggle in closer, nuzzling her hair 
and neck.
"Do I get to know what kind of game?" he asked.
"How would you like a real cock in your ass?" she asked. He 
looked up in shock. Hurt was in his eyes.
"Are you...?" Damn, Scully thought.
"No, I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I'm not cheating on you. I 
have a close friend, someone I love and trust. He's bi and I 
know he's very interested in you. I have discussed this 
possibility with him and he would like to be here with us, if you 
would like it. He's very discreet. I have never been with him." 
Skinner relaxed, believing her. She turned him over onto his 
back and covered him with her body. She needed to get him 
back into safe space. His arms came up, wrapping around her 
waist holding her tight. Scully rested her head on his chest, the 
fur tickling her nose and ear. 
"Just think about it today and let me know. I'm not going to tell 
you who it is, I want that to be a surprise. Ok?" she kissed a 
nearby nipple, giving the ring a mild tug. He moaned.
"Yes, I'll think about it." Scully ignored his hard cock as she got 
out of the bed.
"My shower first. Don't play with that, it's mine." She ordered 
him, pointing to his erection. His hand was already making for it 
when she stopped him. Skinner could tell it was going to be one 
of those days. 
"Dana? You really trust this man with me? With us?" he asked 
her. Scully walked back to the bed and leaned over, kissing 
him.
"Yes, Walter, I do. We will only bring him in if that is something 
that you want. I will tell you that you do know him, you've 
known him for years and I know that you do trust him." 
Mulder, it has to be, Skinner thought to himself, there was no 
other man that he could think of that they both knew and 
trusted. Mulder was bi? Well, that explained quite a bit. Not that 
it mattered, since he was, too.
"Alright, I'll think about it." He promised her. Would he like to be 
topped by Mulder? He felt a zing from his nipples to his cock. 
Oh, ya. Scully seemed to be taking forever in the shower, not 
that he wanted any of the hot water, but he really needed the 
cold. 
 
Skinner was on pins and needles all day, wiggling in his chair 
unobtrusively. Damned Scully had put a leash around his cock 
and balls before she left that morning. He knew it was just a 
game and that he could take it off if he really wanted to, but that 
would ruin the Game. He made sure that he wore loose pants 
and a long jacket. The woman was trying to kill him. He tried to 
pay attention to Mulder's report, but he found himself staring at 
that pouty lip and those long tapered fingers. Scully saw him 
and softly snickered. He pulled his eyes away, hoping that 
Mulder didn't notice his stare. 
Mulder heard Scully's snicker and glared at her, thinking she 
was making commentary on his report. 
"Sorry, Mulder, I had something in my throat." She apologized 
to him. He nodded. 
Skinner quickly signed the report after asking a few minor 
questions. Mulder tried not to look shocked. Usually Skinner 
spent a couple of hours on one of his reports, nitpicking every 
detail. 
Standing slightly behind Mulder, Scully blew him a kiss. He 
choked and turned red, reaching for his coffee cup to cover it.
Mulder looked at them.
"If you two are coming down with something, I don't want it." He 
said. 
When Scully got back to their basement office, she found a 
new e-mail message waiting for her. It was from Skinner's 
office.
"Yes." Was all it said. Scully smiled and opened up the internet. 
She found the HotMail and sent Skinner a message on his 
private mail. She had made him go down to the public library 
and use their internet computers to sign up on a free site using a 
false name. There was no way they were going to use their 
office e-mail for personal messages; who knew who was 
monitoring them. 
"Be home by 7pm. There will be a present on the bed. Take a 
shower, put on the present and be in proper waiting position. I 
will be there at 7:30pm." She sent it knowing he would pick it up 
within the hour. 
An imp took over and she sent a second message.
"Waiting Is." One of his favorite books was Heinlein's Stranger 
In A Strange Land. He would get the reference. 
Mulder came into the room and Scully grinned at him. Mindful 
of bugs, she typed out a note on the still open e-mail page.
>he said yes<
>does he know<
>I think he guessed but neither of us have said anything<
>his place at 7:30 exactly he will be waiting<
Mulder nodded and Scully erased the screen.
Skinner was home by 6:30, having avoided all the speed traps. 
He made himself a quick sandwich and rushed upstairs, taking 
them two at a time. There was a package sitting on the bed. 
When did she have time to put it there? He opened it and sat 
down. Four fur lined cuffs, wrists and ankles, he assumed, a 
new tube of lube, massage oil -cherry flavored, a black 
blindfold, and condoms - glow in the dark. He laughed. Last 
week it was rainbow colors, the week before was florescent 
pink. He wished that he could tell everyone at work that beneath 
the Ice Queen exterior was a hot mama with a wild imagination. 
He glanced at the clock, shit almost 7. He needed to get into the 
shower. A thought stopped him. Should he take off the leash to 
wash? Hmm. No better leave it on, if he came even by 
accident, he'd be in big trouble. He could wash around it, it was 
nylon, it should be alright. He hated nylon, it itched. 
It was too bad Scully had a phobia about bonds, had one ever 
since Donny Pfaster. Skinner really wanted to get back at her 
for that "Waiting is" crack. The 'waiting' tortured him all day. 
He'd think of something. 
After his shower, he dried off well so that the moisture wouldn't 
ruin the cuffs and he put them on. He caressed them, they felt 
so good against his skin. He picked up the lube and took a 
couple of finger-fulls. He put a foot up on the bed, reaching 
under and smearing it on his anus, gently going inside, 
stretching himself and making sure there was enough lube 
coating his passageway. He resisted the impulse to stroke his 
prostate, it would only make his balls ache more. 
7:15. He cleared the bed of all the paraphernalia, putting them 
on the side table. Bathroom was clean, kitchen was clean. 7:25. 
His heart racing, he rushed back up to the bedroom, knelt on 
the floor at the foot of the bed, got his legs comfortable, and put 
on the blindfold. Shortly after, he heard the apartment door 
open. He took some shallow breaths to calm himself before he 
hyperventilated. He heard Scully shush someone.
"Well now, Walter, I see you've been a good boy." She said as 
she came into the room. "Do you like your presents?"
"Yes, Ma'am, thank you." He felt her caress his head. He could 
tell by the aftershave in the air that Mulder was close by. He'd 
play it their way. 
"I brought you another present, Walter. You will have a new 
owner for this evening. Someone who will take good care of 
you. I will still be here, to watch. He knows all about you, your 
boundaries, your safe words. Do you agree to this?" She ran a 
hand over his rings, sending an electric pulse to his cock.
"Yes, Ma'am. Sir." 
"Good. Stand up and undress him." Since she didn't tell him to 
take off the blindfold, he assumed he was to do this by touch 
alone. 
He stood. Hands took his and placed them on a pair of 
shoulders. A t-shirt by the feel of it. He ran his hands lightly 
down the masculine chest to the hem of the shirt. Yes, the scent 
and the lean muscled chest was definitely Mulder. He lifted the 
shirt, pulling it up and over a head full of soft spikey hair. He 
really hated Mulder's new haircut, it looked like someone put his 
finger into a light socket and cut. Well, at least it grew fast.
He knelt and felt for the shoes. Sneakers. He untied them and 
lifted each knee to pull them off along with the socks and stood 
up again. He reached out for the waist and found the band of 
the jeans. He unbuckled the belt and felt for the fly. Button fly 
jeans. He undid each button, his fingers brushing against an 
erection. Unable to resist, he gave the organ a rub. Smack! He 
knew that feel, it was the riding crop on his butt.
"You were not given permission to touch." The man spoke for 
the first time. 
"Sorry, Sir." He continued to work the jeans off the slim hips 
and down the lean runner's legs. He folded the jeans and placed 
them neatly out of the way. He sat back into position waiting for 
his next orders. 
"Stand up, let me see you."
Skinner stood up, keeping his hands on the back of his neck, 
elbows out. Unseen by Skinner, Mulder looked at Scully and 
pointed to the rings, indicating his shock. Me, too, she mouthed 
back. He reached out and tugged gently on the chain around 
Skinner's waist. 
Skinner gasped as the cord around his genitals was pulled taunt 
before being released again. The man walked around Skinner, 
inspecting him. Skinner tried not to move when a hand 
caressed his ass, giving it a squeeze. The man moved to the 
front again and touched his cock, giving the head a rub, before 
moving up to tweak the nipple rings. Zing! Skinner groaned. His 
cock was feeling heavy in it's harness, the nylon biting into his 
skin.
"You have a very nice body." The man said.
"Thank you, Sir." 
"Do you know what is going to happen this evening?" the man 
spoke close to Skinner's ear, his warm breath tickling.
"Yes, Sir, Mi'lady informed me." He got a warning tap on the 
butt with the crop.
"Well? I don't read minds, explain it to me."
"Sorry, Sir. Mi'lady said I would be getting my ass fucked with a 
real cock this evening." 
"Hmm, a real one? As opposed to a fake one. Do you like 
getting fucked?"
"Yes, Sir, sometimes."
"Sometimes. Is this evening a 'sometimes' evening for you?"
"Yes, Sir." Fingers touched his chest, finding the rings, tugging 
on them. Skinner whimpered with need.
"Kneel. Suck my cock." he was ordered. He knelt and put out 
his hands, encountering hairy thighs. He felt his way up and 
closed his hands on the man's cock. He had seen Mulder in the 
shower at the gym, but hadn't realized that he would get so big 
when erect. Damn thing was going to hit the back of his throat 
via his ass. 
Skinner brought the cock to his mouth, giving the head a gentle 
kiss before licking the underside down to the balls. He took 
each one into his mouth, caressing them with his tongue and 
lips, putting all his attention into loving them before releasing 
them to take the cock into his mouth. It had been a long time 
since he had done this. 
He started at the base, moving his tongue over ever bump, 
every vein, circling the shaft, memorizing every millimeter with 
his mouth, moving up toward the crown, gently digging his 
tongue into the underside of the ridge. Hands clutched at his 
head and he heard a moan of appriciation. He bathed the head, 
relishing the spongy firmness. He tasted a bitter tang and went 
to the source, his tongue invading the tiny slip at the top, 
encouraging more dew.
"Don't make me come yet." A hand pulled his face away. "That 
was excellent, Walter. You can swallow my cum another time. 
Right now, I want you to bend over the bed, on your belly, 
spread your legs. Spread your cheeks, show yourself to me." 
Skinner bent over, using his hands to spread his cheeks apart. 
His cock and balls hung down the side of the bed. The position 
pulled at the harness; he needed to come so bad he felt his 
thighs quivering. He knew that part of his excitement was due to 
the fact that Scully was watching silently from somewhere in 
the room. He enjoyed displaying himself to her and he knew 
that she liked his ass.
"That's a nice ass, Walter, and I see that you are already lubed 
up. Did you put in enough?"
"Yes, Sir, two finger-fuls all the way to my prostate."
"Really, let's see." 
Skinner felt a hand rest on his lower back while a long tapered 
finger entered him. He resisted the urge to push back on it. He 
could feel it slide all the way in. He groaned into the bedding.
"Yes, you did an excellent job at lubing yourself. You're nice and 
tight, too. Ready for another finger?"
"Yes, Sir, please?" The finger withdrew only to return with a 
partner. Skinner whimpered at the feeling of his muscles 
stretching. The fingers opened and closed inside of him, 
relaxing the anal ring even more. He pressed his chest against 
the bed, arching his ass higher into the air. He bit his lip as his 
nipple rings rubbed against the mattress. He forgot about those. 
A sound reached his ears and he realized that he was moaning. 
The fingers withdrew to be joined by a third. He saw lighting 
flashed behind his eyelids and the world exploded.
"AHH!" His hips bucked against the hand.
"Shhh. Relax, you need to take at least three, you know that. 
Take a deep breath. That's it. Are you enjoying this?"
"Ahh, yes, Sir. Please fuck me." The hand and fingers withdrew 
and Skinner could hear the sound of a condom being opened. 
"Move your hands, Walter." Skinner placed his hands in the bed 
above his head, clenching the blanket. He felt something large 
and round at his opening.
"Is this what you want, Walter? Ask me nice."
"Please, Sir, please fuck me, put your cock in my ass and fuck 
me, pleasepleaseplease." 
Skinner thought he blacked out for a moment when he felt the 
cock enter him.
"Oh, my God, yes." He moaned as exquisite pain coursed 
through his body, the pain of his ass and the nipple rings was 
like nothing he had ever felt before. As his muscles relaxed, 
pleasure took over, sending waves pounding through him. He 
felt one of the hands leave his hip and gently stroke his back, 
calming him.
"That's it, I'm all the way in, hold still for a moment and adjust to 
it. Get up onto your elbows." Skinner felt the hand slide under 
him and up to his chest. Fingers tugged at a ring, caressed and 
lightly pinched a nipple. Skinner cried out, feeling the electric 
current go straight to his imprisoned cock. His ass opened up 
and the cock inside of it withdrew and filled him again. In, out, 
again and again, his hips rocking to the motion, a willing victim 
to pleasure. The man angled his thrust and brushed against 
Skinner's prostate.
"Oh, God! I need to come, please let me come." He mumbled 
some more into the bed, his words incoherent. Hands reached 
around to his groin, working at the harness.
"I'm going to take this off, but you don't come until I say so." his 
Master informed him. Skinner almost came despite the warning 
as his cock was jacked off in the man's hand. The rhythm of 
the thrusts into his ass increased in tempo, starting to pound into 
him. Skinner raised his hips, willingly met each advance.
"Come now!" he was ordered as fingers manipulated him. He 
could feel the cock in his ass twitch as the man came inside of 
him at the same time he spilled into the hand, a full days' worth 
of semen spilling out onto the bedspread as his ass muscles 
clamped around the cock, causing the man to cry out. After a 
final thrust to complete his orgasm, the man fell over Skinner's 
back, breathing heavily, tickling the short hairs at the back of 
Skinner's neck.
The man raised himself up and gently disengaged himself. 
Skinner could hear the sound of the rubber being taken off and 
placed in the trash. He caught his breath as he felt something 
damp on his cock and then his ass.
"Hold still, I'm cleaning you up." he was told. He held still as the 
washcloth did it's job. It was withdrawn and his butt was gently 
patted.
"You may get up." 
Skinner stood up, wobbly like a newborn colt. He turned around 
and his blindfold was removed. Mulder looked at him, caressed 
his face and kissed him, his mouth touching Skinner for the first 
time.
"Is this fantasy fulfilled?" Mulder asked him. Skinner nodded.
"Yes, it was perfect." 
Scully moved up to him, her face was damp. Skinner caught 
her and held her tight, burying his face in her neck.
"Thank you, Dana, for understanding."
She forced his head up and looked at him.
"I would do anything for you, Walter. Just ask. I love you 
always." Skinner kissed her deeply, when he was recovered he 
would make love to her, as slowly and as sensually as he could. 
He released one arm and pulled Mulder close, kissing him, 
including him.
 
The End