WK Short: Midnight at the Oasis -- A Prequel
Author: Mice
Email: just_us_mice@yahoo.com
Category: LGM, Langly/Skinner 
Rating: NC-17
Warning: serious consensual BDSM kink
Summary: Langly meets Skinner in a very strange place.
Archive: Basement, Lone Slasher, Countermeasures, XFMU, LGM 
Fanfic Bunker, Glass Onion, FHSA, WWOMB, all others ask.
Feedback: Feed me, Seymour!
Website: Mice's Hole in the Wall -- 
https://www.squidge.org/mice
Spoilers: Do they even have those anymore? JTS does NOT 
exist.
Disclaimer: We deserve 'em more than CC does. They still 
belong to him, though.
Author's Notes: This is AU for the XF universe. This series 
departs from canon/timeline about the time Mulder was 
abducted. This story is set a couple of years before the main 
body of the Well Kept storyline, and Doggett isn't even on 
the scene yet. This is ALL Amazon X's fault. All of it. Every 
single word.

Mice: what i really wanna know is how scully found out and 
what *she* thought of the situation ;)
       Mice giggles
 Mice: i'm thinking fro had a couple too many one night 
before she got to the offices looking for some info, and 
langly wasn't home so he let slip where langly was
 Mice: and of course, langly and skinner about wanted him 
shot when they heard about it
 Mice: "it was an accident, i swear!"
  Amazon X: hee!!!
 Mice: "yeah? accident *this*, doohickey!"
  Amazon X: "I was drunk!"
 Mice: "frohike i swear to god, i'm going to kill you. after 
you get me the information we need."
  Amazon X: "You're an officer of the law!"
 Mice: "i'm on vacation"
  Amazon X: hee!
 Mice: langly, of course, would have told byers everything 
from the beginning
 Mice: byers would never have had to guess
  Amazon X: "Dude, guess who fucked me in the ass?"
 Mice: *snerk*
 Mice: uh, no, not even langly would say it quite that way ;)
 Mice: "like, uh, byers, i was out at this club and... well
 Mice: ... i ran into somebody we know..."
 Mice: "oh?" byers gives him the tilted eyebrow
 Mice: "yeah. uh..."
 Mice: "well? who was it?"
 Mice: "it was, like, skinner."
  Amazon X: hee!
 Mice: "at your kink club?"
 Mice: *nod nod*
  Amazon X: hahahahahahahaha
  Amazon X: you're terrible
 Mice: "oh. my. god. what did he say?"
 Mice: hehehe
       Mice grins evilly
 Mice: of course i am!
 Mice: "he, uh, said like 'langly?'"
 Mice: byers looks at him
 Mice: "and then?"
  Amazon X: keep going
 Mice: "he said 'suck my dick, slave.'"
 Mice: byers stares at him
 Mice: "well, what would *you* do, dude? it was HUGE"
  Amazon X: Byers wouldn't wanna hear it, LOL
 Mice: byers slaps his hand over his eyes "i do NOT want to 
think about this."
 Mice: well i don't think byers was expecting quite that ;)
  Amazon X: no
 Mice: but that would be totally langly
 Mice: and it does sound like something skinner would do ;)
  Amazon X: so, go on
 Mice: you want more? ;)
 Mice: i'm not sure byers does
 Mice: hehehehehe
  Amazon X: yes!!!

LONE GUNMEN OFFICES
TAKOMA PARK, MARYLAND
MID MORNING

"Like, uh, Byers, I was out at the club last night and... 
well... I ran into somebody we know..." Langly looked excited 
but vaguely embarrassed.

"Oh?" Byers tilted an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah. Uh..." 

Byers let the uncomfortable silence continue for a few 
minutes, then asked, "Well? Who was it?"

"It was, like, Skinner." Langly flushed bright red.

"At your kink club?" Both of Byers' eyebrows shot up. Langly 
nodded mutely. "Oh my god," Byers said slowly. He paused. 
"What did he say?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"He like, uh, said, 'Langly?'"

Byers looked at him. "And then?"

"He asked me what I was doing there."

Byers waited for the rest of it. There was always a 'rest of 
it.'

"I told him I was looking for a scene. Wanted a top."

Byers shifted his glance. He was afraid of what was coming 
next. Langly took him there. 

"Then he said, 'suck my dick, slave.'"

Byers stared at him.

"Well, what would *you* do, dude? It was *huge.*" Langly's 
face was lit with pleasure through the red glow of 
embarrassment.

Byers slapped his hand over his eyes. "My god, Ree, I do 
*not* want to think about this." He could hear Langly's 
chuckle in response.

"Oh yes you do, John. You always wanna hear. If you weren't 
too damned chickenshit to go out there yourself, you wouldn't 
have to get off listening to my stories."

"Liar." Byers blushed. Langly was right. He wasn't willing to 
take the risk of going out himself, and Langly's adventures 
did satisfy a need in him. He would listen, and he'd enjoy 
it. He always did.

Langly grinned when Byers looked back up at him. "Skinner's 
got this huge cock, man. It's immense. He told me to suck him 
and he, like, just whipped it out. There was another scene 
goin' on, some guy had this chick in suspension bondage, and 
it was totally hot, but, like, she was a chick, you know? I 
was way more interested in gettin' some dick."

Byers could see the gleam in Langly's eyes. "And you just did 
it? Just like that? I hope you at least used a condom."

Langly gave him an askance look. "Of course I used a condom. 
I'm not stupid." He slapped Byers' shoulder. "So you gonna 
shut up and listen, or what?"

Byers nodded and leaned back into his chair. Frohike was gone 
for the day, and he and Langly had been left to do the layout 
on their own. It would be quiet for hours.

"So," Langly said, "I pulled a condom out of my pocket and 
said, 'I'll suck you, but first you gotta tell me what else 
you got in mind. I ain't doin' no scene without knowing where 
it's going first.'"

Byers could almost see it in his mind as Langly spoke. Langly 
had described the club to him often enough. It wasn't an 
exclusively gay venue. Langly would frequently talk about 
scenes he'd watched, and it seemed that almost anything could 
happen. He let himself drift into the story, following 
Langly's voice and letting it carry him away.

***

The Oasis was nothing to look at from outside. There weren't 
any neon signs or windows. It wasn't really any more than a 
warehouse; plain painted brick, the sort of place a guy might 
find a rave on a random Saturday night. You had to know where 
it was to find it, to know someone inside to get in. 

In the middle of the mundane, it was a strange oasis of 
sexual exploration, a haven for men and women with desires 
that stepped outside the ordinary. Langly loved the place.

The music had been loud, with a trancy beat. Not what Langly 
usually favored, but decent enough. The crack of a single 
tail whip snapping over in the suspension bondage scene tore 
through the thick soundscape. He stared at Skinner, waiting 
for an answer.

"If we're gonna talk first, then let's grab a table," Skinner 
said, tucking his dick back into his pants. "I never would 
have suspected you of coming to a place like this."

Langly nodded and followed him. "I been comin' here for 
years, Walt."

"Don't call me Walt." The big man glowered down at him.

Langly grinned. It looked like he might get lucky and get 
laid tonight. He was looking forward to a monster like that 
to play with.

They found an unoccupied table in a corner, where the view of 
the suspension scene wasn't very good. Langly figured that 
was why it wasn't occupied. Most of the straight guys were 
hovering near the scene like flies. Most of the women were 
over there too, actually. The bondage fetish types didn't 
really care as long as the knots were elegant. The ones that 
weren't wishing they were in the ropes were admiring the 
bondage top's work.

Another snap rang in the air as they sat. They stared at each 
other for several minutes, assessing. Sitting across a table 
from Walter Skinner wasn't entirely alien, but the idea that 
Skinner fucked guys, and hung out in places like this had set 
Langly's mind spinning. Once the kneejerk 'maybe I'll get 
laid tonight' response passed, he realized he was terrified.

"Well?" Skinner said.

"Uh..." Langly blinked, his mouth opening and closing. He 
played with the condom packet in his fingers, tapping it on 
the table top.

"You wanna use that thing, or should I go find myself a more 
cooperative bottom?" Skinner asked.

"No! I mean, uh, yes! I mean -- aw fuck. Yeah, I'm 
interested. I just..." he paused and swallowed. "I never 
thought you were gay, dude."

"I never thought you did anything but jerk off at your 
computer."

Langly cringed. "Oh, man, that hurt."

The ice in Skinner's brown eyes melted a little and his lips 
moved, allowing just a hint of a smile. It caught in Langly's 
gut. The bald man was buff, to be sure. Langly had watched 
him from time to time, but he'd known Skinner had been 
married. No margin there, so there hadn't even been any 
reason for a fantasy. But this? It was a revelation.

"So yeah," Skinner said. "I fuck men. Do you want to be one 
of them, or am I wasting my time?"

Langly's heart raced. He'd liked what Skinner had shown him. 
"Yeah," he said, almost inaudible over the music. "Yeah, I 
wanna be one of 'em. What you got in mind?"

"You'll need more than one condom."

Langly's heart skipped a beat. "Condoms, dude. I got 
condoms."

"And if I play with you, it's not 'Walt' or 'dude,' it's Sir. 
And you'll say it like you mean it."

Langly thought his heart was going to gallop out of his 
chest. Skinner? God, he might just be the hottest top Langly 
had ever seen. Bald or not, that chest -- oh man, he filled 
that white t shirt like it was a sin in forty two states. 
"Yes, Sir," Langly said, nodding.

"I like it rough," Skinner said. He waited for Langly to 
respond.

Langly swallowed again, nervous. "How rough, Sir?"

"A lot rougher than I'd be on you right now," Skinner 
replied. "I doubt you could handle it as rough as I usually 
like."

Langly took a deep breath. He had fantasies, but finding 
somebody to trust with them wasn't easy. Lots of guys who 
were into the rough stuff were just too psycho for him. 
Still, it was tempting. He knew Skinner; knew who he was, 
what he did, where he lived. Byers knew Langly was out 
clubbing and that he was supposed to call in by a certain 
time or Byers should call the cops.

"What kinda rough?" Langly asked. He gestured to the 
suspension scene going on. The top's use of the whip was 
almost a caress on the woman in the ropes, but the snaps of 
the single tail were wicked when they hit. She was carrying 
at least half a dozen marks. "That kinda rough?"

"Sometimes, but the bondage isn't my focus."

Langly looked into Skinner's inscrutable brown eyes. "Please 
tell me it's not needles or cutting or anything. I totally 
squick on blood, Sir."

 Skinner shook his head. "No, no blood. I like power. I like 
Master/slave play, take down scenes. Things that edge on 
violence, but have control to them. I like a man in a collar. 
I like my bottom to fight, to struggle. I like taking him 
hard. I like marking him. "

Langly put his arms around himself. "Take down scenes? You 
mean, like rape fantasies and that stuff, Sir?"

Skinner nodded. "Does that bother you?"

"Kinda like LARPing, but with kink, Sir?" Langly asked, 
hesitant. He could feel himself breathing harder as the 
conversation went on and wondered if Skinner noticed.

"Larping?" Skinner looked confused.

Langly nodded. "Yeah, Sir. Live Action Role Playing. Like, 
people dress for a game, maybe they're vampires or something, 
and they get together and play it live. No dice, no 
computers. They say and do everything in role. Talk about 
their vampire stuff, hunt their victims, pretend to bite 
people, stuff like that. Everybody knows what's going on. 
Nobody hunts people who aren't in the game."

Skinner thought for a minute, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess you 
could say it's like that, but it's a lot more than just a 
game. I'm not gonna negotiate anything too rough with you, 
Langly. I don't know you very well. The last thing I need is 
for you to freak and go running to your pals so you can all 
make my life miserable."

"Right, Sir," Langly said. "If it's like that, you know -- 
it's about the scene, not about really going too far or 
really hurting somebody, then it doesn't freak me out. I 
mean, you can safeword out, right?"

"Like anything else, yeah," Skinner said. "But with this, you 
don't use a safeword unless you're stopping the scene 
entirely and you're not going back into it. You don't play 
like that and safeword because you're a little uncomfortable. 
You react to what's happening as though it's real, unless you 
think you're genuinely gonna get hurt."

"Then no, it doesn't bother me." He was intensely curious 
now. "So, like, what do you want from me? Sir. Tonight, I 
mean. If we're gonna play."

Skinner looked at Langly, a long, serious gaze that was more 
a question than anything else. "To be honest, Langly, I'm not 
sure you're what I'm looking for."

Langly's mouth opened, his disappointment a palpable shock. 
"What?" He took a deep breath. "I mean, I thought we were 
negotiating for this, Sir?"

Skinner leaned on one elbow, resting his chin. "We are, but 
I'm not sure I'm looking for a one nighter. I just can't see 
this being anything else."

Langly blinked. "You're looking for a partner? In a place 
like this?"

Skinner snorted. "You think I'm gonna find somebody who's 
into this somewhere else?"

He had a point. Langly sighed. "Can I tell you somethin'?"

Skinner looked skeptical. "What."

"Um, like..." Langly wasn't sure he was ready to say it.

"Come on, Langly, spit it out, whatever it is."

Langly took a deep breath. "That... that fantasy stuff. The 
collars, you know. The Master/slave thing. The take down 
stuff..." His heart was beating too hard. He'd never admitted 
it to anyone. He'd hardly dared admit it to himself. He'd 
always worried that people would think he needed a shrink. 
Byers, especially. Byers would never understand. Byers was 
way too vanilla to understand.

Skinner tilted his head, locking his eyes on Langly's. "Say 
it, Langly," he said. "I don't really have all night."

Langly licked his lips. It might be his only chance. "That 
stuff, what you like. I'm like... the Master/slave stuff, 
Sir, lots of people are into that, but the take downs. I 
haven't met anybody who was into that. I mean... I mean, I 
just..."

Skinner's eyes narrowed. "Langly, are you trying to tell me 
that you're actually interested in that?"

Langly nodded, silent.

"You?" Skinner shook his head. "No way, I can't believe that. 
Don't fuck with my head. You hide behind Byers every time 
something goes down. I've seen it happen."

"Yeah," Langly said. "I know. But this isn't... it's 
different. It's... like you said, it's controlled. It 
wouldn't be real, it would just... it would be totally 
intense, but it wouldn't be real. God, that could be so hot." 
His entire body reacted to the idea. He was breathing hard, 
his body radiating heat. He was hard enough to drive nails at 
the thought of Skinner dragging him to the floor and forcing 
him to submit to that kind of power.

Skinner sat, staring at him for a few minutes. Langly was 
sure Skinner was staring straight through him. He could feel 
the man's eyes boring into him like lasers. Langly waited. 
Finally, Skinner leaned back into his chair and crossed his 
arms.

Langly was afraid of losing Skinner's attention, afraid the 
older man might get up from the table and walk away, never 
looking back. He had to say something, but what?

"It's the game, man. It's totally about the game, the role 
play. It's like me, but not me, you know? I wouldn't have to 
be, like, Ringo Langly, total geek. You wouldn't have to be 
who you are most of the time. It's totally about the game. 
Honest, I get this. You can't believe what this is doing to 
me, just thinkin' about it."

"You really do want it, don't you?" Skinner said, 
astonishment in his eyes and the angle of his body.

Langly nodded with enthusiasm. "Yeah, I really do. I mean it. 
Serious as a heart attack, Sir."

Skinner leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the table. 
"Have you ever done a scene like that before?"

"I've done some Dom/sub stuff, Sir, but not like that, no." 
The corner of Langly's mouth twitched. He didn't want the 
opportunity to vanish into Skinner's stone wall of Assistant 
Director chill. "But don't blow me off because I don't got 
any experience. I never met anybody who talked about wanting 
that before. I could play Master/slave, but nobody ever 
wanted to go further, Sir, you know? Nobody wanted to push. 
Nobody wanted to play that kind of power game. Most of the 
guys I played that with, they were into the bondage, or they 
liked whips and shit. I mean, that stuff's okay, but..."

Skinner relaxed. "Maybe I'm not wasting my time then."

Langly's fingers resumed their absent fiddling with the 
condom. "So, like, you're not gonna get up and walk away, 
Sir?"

Skinner shook his head. "No, I'm not. But we're not going to 
play with that tonight. We'd need to arrange it in advance 
with the staff, and I don't have any idea yet about what you 
can handle. Nobody likes surprises when it comes to games 
like that."

Langly grinned. "What did you want, then, Sir?"

"I still want you to suck my dick, slave. And I think I'll 
fuck your ass while I'm at it." Skinner's grin was cold and 
dangerous. 

Langly felt a shudder flow from his gut to every cell in his 
body. God, he wanted this. "Like, are we doing any bondage or 
anything else with it, Sir?" He was a little afraid to ask, 
but he needed to know what would happen in the scene. He 
wasn't sure he trusted Skinner to tie him up just yet. Fuck 
him hard, sure, but tying him? That was another sort of scene 
altogether.

Skinner shook his head. "No. No rope, no impact play. Just a 
good, hard fuck to see what you can take. But for this, 
you'll wear a collar."

Langly swallowed. "I, uh, don't have one, Sir."

"Since when is it a bottom's responsibility to come to a club 
with a collar?" Skinner chuckled. "You think I came looking 
to play and didn't bring any toys?" 

Langly looked around. He didn't see a bag or anything. "Where 
are they?"

"In one of the lockers. I don't like cruising and having to 
watch my bag. Come on, let's go in the back." He stood and 
took Langly by the arm, pulling the condom from his fingers. 

Skinner's grip was strong, almost bruising. Langly drew a 
quick breath. He closed his eyes for a moment as Skinner led 
him through the crowd. The atmosphere was close, pulsing, the 
music closing in around him and penetrating his body in deep 
percussive waves. His cock was throbbing, and the flashing 
lights of the dance floor were hypnotic when he opened his 
eyes. 

Langly's head was swimming as Skinner shoved him through the 
door into the back dungeon. It wasn't a large space, and 
voyeurs weren't allowed without an invitation. Some nights, 
Langly had seen people wait for hours to get into the room, 
but he knew that most people were still out in the front, 
dancing or watching the end of the suspension bondage scene. 
Their timing was lucky. 

Skinner handed him a key. "Get the bag." He shoved Langly 
toward the lockers in the hallway and put the 'Do Not Disturb 
Under Penalty of Dom' sign on the door.

Langly took the key and found the right locker, then pulled 
Skinner's duffel bag from it. It was heavy, but not 
unreasonably so. He wasn't sure what Skinner kept in the bag, 
but he wanted to find out.

"When I give you an order, you answer me with 'yes, Master,' 
slave." Skinner's eyes were dark, huge black pupils in a sea 
of brown. Langly could almost feel the lust coming off him in 
waves.

"Y-yes, Master," he said. He carried the bag over to Skinner 
and held it, waiting for another order.

"Put it on the table there," Skinner said, pointing.

"Yes, Master." Langly did as he was told. Skinner followed 
him. 

"What's your safeword?" Skinner asked.

"It's, uh, it's 'safeword," Langly said, "Master."

Skinner shook his head. "Not likely to forget that one. I'll 
give you a bell for when my cock's down your throat. Things 
go too far, you drop it."

Langly nodded and watched as Skinner opened the bag and 
started pulling things out. There were ropes and several 
floggers. A short single tail whip like a black bull snake 
made an appearance, but Skinner set them all aside. "Here it 
is," he muttered.

Langly's pulse was fast and hard in his throat. He wasn't 
sure what was stronger in him, lust or fear. The glint of 
metal on the leather collar in Skinner's hand had him panting 
for breath. Skinner turned to him.

"On your knees, slave." He shoved Langly to the floor.

Langly barely felt his knees hit the rug. "Yes, Master," he 
gasped.

Skinner held the collar in front of his face. It was broad, 
supple black leather with small, flat chrome studs in rows. 
The back of the collar had a series of slits in it, and a d-
ring that would slip through, allowing it to be locked shut. 
On the front, another d-ring where it could be attached to a 
leash, or anything else a Master might have in mind.

"Kiss it, slave," Skinner demanded. "Demonstrate your 
submission."

"Yes, Master." Langly leaned forward and kissed the collar. 
He knew it meant he accepted the position of slave willingly 
for the duration of the scene.

Skinner took his hair and pushed his face sharply toward the 
floor, pressing his forehead into the carpet. Langly yelped 
and slapped his hands down in front of him as Skinner slipped 
the collar around his throat and fastened it. It was tight 
enough to let him know with absolute certainty that he was 
collared, but loose enough that he wasn't likely to have any 
trouble -- breathing.

"Master --"

"What, slave?" Skinner clicked a lock into place at the back 
of Langly's neck.

"I have asthma, Master."

Skinner pulled his face up from the floor, on one knee beside 
him. "Do you have your inhaler with you?"

Langly nodded. "Yes, Master. It's in my pocket."

Skinner released his hair. Langly looked up and saw his hand 
outstretched. "Give it to me. I'll make sure it's where I can 
reach it if you need it."

Langly put his hand into his front pocket and pulled the 
inhaler out, handing it to Skinner. "Yes, Master. Thank you, 
Master."

"Do you have any other medical surprises I should be aware 
of, slave?" 

"Uh, I'm allergic to peanuts? Master?"

Skinner's face lightened, and to Langly's amazement, he 
laughed. "Give me your glasses. Let me get them out of the 
way so we won't break them."

Langly handed his glasses to Skinner as well. "Yes, Master."

"You're not supposed to break the mood like that." He opened 
up a sheet and spread it over an expanse of floor.

Langly shook his head. "No, Master. Maybe we should, like, 
start over?"

Skinner scowled, trying not to laugh. He shoved Langly down 
onto the floor on the sheet again and slapped his ass, hard.

"Ow!"

"When I strike you, you thank me, slave," Skinner growled.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," Langly said. 

Skinner slapped him again, harder this time.

Langly gasped. "Ah! Thank you, Master."

"Mean it this time." Skinner hit him again, and this time it 
stung his ass and left it burning.

Langly yelped again. "Thank you, Master!" He was panting now, 
cock hard again, all laughter gone. Yeah, this was what it 
was about, why he came to the Oasis. He could feel the 
tension building again as Skinner grabbed him by the shoulder 
and dragged him to his feet.

"Strip," Skinner ordered.

"Yes, Master!" Langly pulled the Dead Kennedys t-shirt over 
his head and dropped it on the floor, then shed his jeans. He 
rarely wore underwear, and never when he went to the club. He 
couldn't see very well, but he still could tell Skinner was 
looking him up and down.

"Don't forget the shoes."

Langly looked down at the black Chucks on his feet and kicked 
them off.

"Put your clothes on the chair in the corner, slave."

"Yes, Master." Langly picked up his shirt and jeans and laid 
them over the back of the chair, tucked his sneakers under 
it, then returned to stand on the sheet before Skinner. He 
could still feel the warm tingle in his ass where Skinner had 
struck him.

Skinner grabbed Langly by the hair and threw him to his 
knees. Langly yelped, taking hold of Skinner's thigh to 
balance himself. The black jeans were too tight for a good 
grip, but he broke the momentum of his fall. 

Langly's heart was pounding. Yeah. He wanted this.

He heard the click before he realized what was happening, and 
the tug at his neck told him he'd been leashed. He saw the 
glint of chain taut under his chin, then felt Skinner jerk on 
it, forcing him to look up. Langly's cheek was tight against 
Skinner's hip, and he fought to pull back.

Skinner grinned. The look in his eyes scared Langly, but it 
was the best kind of fear. 

"Yes," Skinner hissed. 

Langly could smell Skinner's arousal through the denim. He 
was nose to cock with the immense bulge in Skinner's jeans.

"Open my pants, slave."

"Yes, Master." Langly reached up with trembling hands, 
pulling at the buttons. He fumbled in his nervousness, and 
Skinner took his hair in one hand and tugged his head back. 
Langly gasped as Skinner shoved his crotch in Langly's face.

"Try it again."

Langly got the buttons open quickly this time, and watched as 
Skinner pulled his cock out. 'It looks a hell of a lot bigger 
from this angle,' Langly thought. He wondered how he'd manage 
to take it all when Skinner fucked him. That was a good kind 
of fear too. He leaned in to lick at the long shaft.

A sharp jerk at his leash and he was tugged back. "I haven't 
given you permission to touch my cock, slave."

"I'm sorry, Master." Langly leaned back as he knelt and 
looked up at Skinner's face.

"Put this on me." He handed Langly the condom packet.

Langly ripped it open and started rolling the latex over 
Skinner's erection. "Yes, Master." It was half hard and hot 
in his hands. Langly wanted it in his mouth. His cock 
twitched as he stroked the latex down Skinner's thick length. 
He really was big. Langly licked his lips. He wanted a taste.

Skinner's hands fisted in his hair as the already huge shaft 
started thickening and throbbing. As Langly's fingers stroked 
the condom out to Skinner's root, Skinner took him roughly by 
the jaw.

"Open, slave," he ordered, his voice harsh. Langly opened his 
mouth and the next thing he knew, it was full of Skinner's 
rod. "Get me hard." There was a slight tinkling at Langly's 
ear and Skinner slipped a hard, cold metal ball in his hand. 
It was the bell Skinner had mentioned. Oh yeah, hot cock down 
his throat.

Langly moved, trying to get a good angle to suck, but Skinner 
tilted Langly's head and thrust to the back of Langly's 
throat. It was almost deep enough to make Langly gag, but 
he'd deep throated men too many times before to react. He 
adjusted and started sucking in earnest, stroking Skinner's 
shaft with his tongue. His tongue slipped around the girth, 
and he made sure the back of his tongue stroked the head of 
Skinner's cock. He was rewarded with a groan.

"Unnnnh. Suck it, slave." Skinner pulled him forward by his 
hair, thrusting deeper. He could feel the cold metal of the 
chain links pressed into the side of his face. 

Langly stroked the length of Skinner's shaft that didn't fit 
into his mouth. Skinner slapped his hand sharply. 

"No. Only your mouth." Skinner grabbed him by the wrist and 
twisted his hand up to the back of his neck. "Keep your hands 
here." He thrust again, and Langly moaned, moving his other 
hand up to join the first. "Right hand around your left 
wrist. Keep them together, slave." 

Elbows spread, Langly closed his eyes and leaned into 
Skinner's shaft, right hand around his left wrist as he'd 
been ordered. He was really getting into it. With his arms 
spread like this, he could feel the stretch in his chest 
muscles. It felt good. Skinner's hand went back to his hair, 
fingers tightening, pulling on it. That felt good too. He 
wanted it rougher, wanted to feel used.

"Unh, yeah. Suck harder." Skinner slipped out until only the 
head of his cock was in Langly's mouth. 

With a sigh, Langly licked and sucked at it, squeezing the 
tip tight, then moving up and down the shaft with his tongue, 
bathing it everywhere.

"Down to the balls," Skinner said, guiding Langly's head with 
sharp tugs on his hair or the leash. 

Langly's lips followed the order, slipping down the length. 
He nuzzled and mouthed, not sure whether to use his teeth, 
but deciding not to. Skinner's dangling balls were big too, 
covered with wiry hair, softer than Langly had expected. He 
inhaled deeply, taking in the heady scent of aroused male. 

First one, then the other, he sucked and licked at Skinner's 
nuts. Langly would swear they were the size of eggs. He was 
careful not to suck or tug too hard, unsure whether Skinner 
was into rough play with his own equipment. Skinner moaned 
from deep in his chest. His fingers pressed harder into 
Langly's scalp, not quite a scratch but harder than any 
caress.

Langly's moan brought a gasp from Skinner. 

"Yes," he hissed. "Do that again."

Langly made the same sound, feeling it vibrate in his chest, 
knowing it must be shooting pleasure up Skinner's body as he 
sucked. If his mouth hadn't been full, he would have grinned.

"Oh, god, yes." Skinner pulled out then slipped his cock back 
into Langly's mouth and thrust hard. This time, he didn't 
stop at the back of Langly's throat. "Take it, slave. Oh, 
yeah. Take all of it, slut. You know you want every fucking 
inch."

Langly groaned around Skinner's moving shaft, relaxing his 
throat as much as he could while Skinner pushed into him 
mercilessly. He swallowed again and again, taking more with 
each thrust. The hands in Langly's hair tugged, and the sharp 
pain combined with the hard, deep thrusts made his eyes tear 
up. Another thrust, and his lips met Skinner's body. He could 
feel the huge cock moving in his throat. He'd need air soon, 
but it was hot, so fucking hot.

Skinner pulled back then, seeming to know Langly needed to 
breathe. Langly gasped and panted. "Nice, slave," Skinner 
said. His own breath was unsteady. "Glad to see you don't 
choke on a decent sized cock."

Langly just leaned against Skinner's leg, panting. Decent? 
Skinner must be half out of his mind. Langly was sure he 
could frighten livestock with that thing. Another couple of 
breaths and Skinner was down his throat again, thrusting 
harder this time.

Skinner was getting rougher, and Langly was into it. He 
wanted it faster, even harder. Skinner had said he liked a 
slave who fought him. Maybe that would get a response, Langly 
thought. He shifted his weight, moving away from Skinner's 
body, pulling against the hands in his hair. The little metal 
bell was clutched tightly in his hand. He didn't want Skinner 
thinking he wanted to stop.

Langly closed his eyes tight when Skinner slammed into his 
throat. Yeah, that was what he wanted.

"Unh, unh." Skinner jerked on his collar, holding Langly's 
face tight to his groin as he pumped. "So you wanna fight 
it?"

Langly kept struggling, loving it.

"Oh, yeah. That's right, slave, fight it. Fight me when I 
fuck you." Skinner pushed him away, letting him breathe 
again, pulling him up by the collar. 

"Angh --" Langly gasped. "No, Master, don't! Not so rough!" 
He opened his eyes to see a feral grin on Skinner's face. The 
tactic was working, in spades.

"You'll take it and you'll like it, slave!" Skinner snapped. 
His cock was throbbing, huge and purple in Langly's face. 
Langly could smell Skinner's musk, stronger with his 
excitement. Langly was sweating already, his body burning 
with need. Another breath, and Skinner slammed into Langly's 
mouth again, thrusting with punishing intensity. Langly could 
feel his lips swelling from it.

Skinner was moaning now, hips pumping, and Langly was losing 
himself in the sensation. Half off balance, he fought against 
Skinner's thrusts, savoring the pressure on his collar, the 
harsh hands in his hair. He was so ready. God, he wanted 
Skinner to fuck him soon.

It would hurt at first; he knew it would. That was part of 
what made it so good, though. Skinner probably wouldn't use 
too much lube, just enough to do the job. Langly liked the 
friction. The size, though, that would be amazing. If they 
were playing rough like this, Skinner probably wouldn't 
bother with too much preparation beyond what it took to get 
the lube in.

Skinner pulled out of his throat again just as Langly's 
breath was running out. 

"Gonna fuck you, slave," he growled. "Give me your ass."

Langly let the bell roll away. "No, Master! Please don't hurt 
me! God, you're too big, you're gonna rip me up." Langly's 
cock was throbbing so hard with want he was sure it would 
burst before they were done.

Skinner pulled on the leash and took him by one shoulder, 
pushing him toward the floor, but Langly shifted his weight 
and twisted away. The sudden movement left Skinner off 
balance, and he let the leash slip from his hand. Langly 
grinned, still panting for breath. He staggered to his feet. 
If Skinner wanted a struggle, he'd give him a good one. 

This was a hell of a lot more fun than he'd expected to have 
tonight. He knew Skinner, knew this wasn't going to end up 
with broken bones. They might not know each other that well, 
but he could trust him a hell of a lot more than any stranger 
he'd ever meet at a place like this.

When Skinner grabbed him by the back of the neck, he yelped. 
The big man's bulk bore him to the floor, folding him to his 
knees, the side of his face pressed to the sheet. Langly's 
body was so charged with adrenaline he could swear he was 
vibrating.

"Yes," Skinner hissed. The fabric of his shirt dragged, 
rough, across Langly's back as Skinner moved over him. There 
was a soft, squirting sound, and cold gel at Langly's ass. 
"God, such a hot ass."

Langly howled as Skinner shoved two fingers into him. 
"Please, Master, no!"

"You want it, slut, you know you want it. You want my cock in 
your ass." Skinner was panting as he spoke, his voice tight 
with lust and heat. "Gonna fuck you so hard."

Langly melted into it, took the rough fingers as Skinner 
shoved a leg between his thighs. "Agh, agh, oh god oh fuck 
yeah."

"Take it, slave." The broad, blunt head of Skinner's lubed 
cock pressed against Langly's ass. Skinner shoved hard and 
Langly cried out, as much in ecstasy as in pain. Skinner 
roared as he pushed his way inside. "Oh yeah! God, take it, 
you want it, god so fucking tight --"

Langly wailed, surrendering to Skinner's hardness. "Oh god, 
so big, so -- fuck oh fuck, aah, ahh, yes Master, fuck me 
fuck me!" He bucked back against Skinner's clothed body as 
much as he could, held under the bigger man's hard, muscular 
bulk. It was amazing. He'd never had a cock that big in his 
ass before, and he knew he had to have it again. He'd crawl 
to Skinner's place in Crystal City on his hands and knees to 
get fucked like this again.

He was still moaning and shouting when Skinner's slick hand 
took his cock and started pumping. That was all it took, and 
Langly shot his load, unable to make his mouth do anything 
more than cry out senselessly. It was as though every drop of 
liquid in his body came pouring out of him through his dick 
as he came.

Skinner didn't stop when Langly came, though. "God, fuck 
yeah, oh shit." Skinner moaned and swore as he pounded into 
Langly. Almost exhausted, Langly kept struggling, knowing 
Skinner wanted it. "Take it, take it," Skinner growled. A 
moment later, there were no more words, as Skinner's balls 
slapped against Langly's and he came, thrusting blindly.

After the fury, they both knelt, curled together as they'd 
fucked, panting for breath. Langly could feel Skinner's chest 
heaving above him, pressing into his back. Langly was soaked 
with sweat, his skin slick.

"Jesus," Skinner whispered.

"God damn," Langly agreed.

Skinner pulled out much more carefully than he'd entered 
Langly's body. He sat heavily next to Langly. "Let me get 
that collar."

Langly collapsed on the floor, still gasping, and nodded. He 
rolled to his side, so that Skinner could reach the lock at 
the back of his neck. A few moments later, condom disposed 
of, collar lying off to one side, Skinner got water for both 
of them.

Langly drank greedily. He must have sweated out half an 
ocean, but damn, it was worth it. His ass would be sore for a 
couple of days. Oh well. 

Skinner made Langly pick everything up and put it back in his 
duffel and stuff the sheet in the laundry basket, and they 
left the back dungeon to let the next scene start. Skinner 
led Langly to the quiet room, where he wrapped him in 
blankets and held him on the bed while they both came down.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked about medical problems before 
we got started," Skinner said.

Langly nodded. "S'okay. So, uh, you wanna do this again 
sometime?" he asked.

Skinner looked at him. "You know, when we started this 
tonight, I thought the answer was gonna be no, but you were 
pretty damned good."

"Is that a yes?"

Skinner smiled. "Yeah. That's a yes. I think we're going to 
have a lot to talk about before we get much further into 
this, but you do have potential. You might be able to handle 
what I'm into."

If Langly hadn't been so exhausted, he was sure his heart 
would have skipped a beat.

***

Byers sat staring at Langly, not sure whether he was appalled 
or ready to come. He swallowed and leaned toward Langly, 
resting a hand on his wrist. "Are you sure you're okay? Ree, 
I'm not sure that kind of fantasy is good for you. Maybe you 
should talk to a counselor."

Langly shook his head. "I thought you were too vanilla for 
this one," he said. He sighed. "No, Johnny, honest. It's not 
real. It's not like I really want somebody to rape me or 
anything. It's not about that. I don't want some stranger to 
mess me up, or Skinner either. I don't wanna get hurt, not 
like that. You gotta look at it like a game."

"A game? What kind of game is it where you pretend somebody's 
raping you?" Byers tried to understand. He'd never spoken to 
Langly about it, but he really did understand why somebody 
might want to be bound or flogged. He could understand and 
even appreciate a certain amount of roughness with a partner, 
but this? He shook his head, looking into Langly's eyes.

"What kinda game is it where you pretend you're fighting 
dragons with magic swords, Johnny? It's the same thing. It's 
not any more real than that fantasy."

"But dragons don't exist, Ree."

"Yeah, but I can still tell the difference between a fantasy 
with rough sex and rape. One's a game, and there's rules and 
you got control. You can stop, just by saying the word." 
Langly covered Byers' hand with his own. "I'm not gonna get 
hurt, and anyway, right now that's still just some fantasy 
stuff. Me and Skinner, we got a lot to talk about before 
anything happens, dude. Like, you know me. You know how I am 
when the dangerous stuff is real. This ain't reality, 
Johnny."

Byers sighed. "I worry about you."

Langly nodded. "I know, Johnny. This is part of the reason 
you and me can't be more than we are. We're wired too 
different." A shadow passed over Langly's eyes. "You know if 
things were different..."

Byers nodded. He wished things were different, wished the two 
of them could... No. It was better this way, for everyone. 
They'd talked about it before, many times. "Langly, would you 
at least just consider talking to a counselor?" He wondered 
what else was hidden away in Langly's head. Why would a rape 
fantasy appeal to him? Why would he want to wear a collar, to 
be treated like another man's slave, even in a game?

"You don't understand, Johnny. Maybe you never will. Can you 
at least trust me? Give it a little time and see what 
happens?" Langly ran the back of his fingers along Byers' 
cheek. Byers closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the 
rare, gentle touch. "Just wait and watch, okay? If you still 
think this is all freakin' you out when the game gets 
heavier, if you really really think Skinner's gonna hurt me, 
or I'm gonna let him hurt me, then I'll listen, okay?"

"Well..." He looked back up at Langly.

Langly smiled at him, soft. "Besides, I know you were gettin' 
all hot while I was telling you about it."

"I was *not* getting all hot!" Byers blushed and crossed his 
legs, hoping to hide the still fading evidence.

"Yeah, right." Langly snorted, looking pointedly into Byers' 
lap.

"Uh, you know Ree, we have work to do. Frohike'll kill us if 
we don't have the layout done when he gets home tonight."

Langly laughed.

~~beginnings~~