"THE TRAINING OF P"
Part Three
by Kassandra
cassandraxf@yahoo.com

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Pendrell woke with a start when someone touched his face through the silk.

"Good morning, Brian."  Krycek's voice was soft.  "Oh, what have we here?"
A fingertip trailed over the tip of his morning erection.

He whimpered.  A warm mouth closed over him.  Stunned by pleasure, he
stopped whimpering, lay perfectly still until he couldn't any longer.  A
hand slid under his ass, twisted the dildo inside him. And he did whimper
again, pleading wordlessly.

He couldn't remember ever feeling pleasure like this?  Had he ever? He
couldn't remember.  Couldn't think.  Could hardly breathe

And the pleasure built, spiralled until he thought he was going to simply
have a heart attack and die.  It was amazing what pressure on his prostate
did to crank the mercury in his dick up. 

And then, as Krycek twisted the dildo, as Krycek swallowed him down, he
simply exploded, making odd, birdlike cries of astonishment.  When he
*could* breathe again, he heard Krycek make a satisfied sound.  

"Very nice.  Now you'll last much longer later."

Later?  His scattered wits couldn't cope with that concept.  He sighed in
relief when Krycek lifted him out of the sarcophagus and began to unwrap
his head and face.  Green eyes, like a cat's, and an almost feline smile
as Krycek surveyed him.  "Did you sleep well?"

He hesitated a moment, wondering anxiously if there was a right or wrong
answer to that.  "Um.  More or less." 

Krycek arched an eyebrow.  "More?  Or less?"

He swallowed hard.  "It was a little hard to get used to," he confessed
humbly.

Krycek's eyes gleamed. "You will always be honest with me, Brian.  Or I'll
have to punish you."

He thought about the sarcophagus and shivered.  "Yes, sir."

Meekly.

Robbie came in carrying a tray.  He set it on the small table near the
fireplace and came to help Krycek lever Pendrell out of his.....bed.

He cast one anxious look over his shoulder, found it was bigger than it
had felt, in the dark, fighting the faintest edge of panic and trying to
go to sleep.

The silk came off easily, and the collar went on again.  The cuffs went
on.   "The necessities first, I think," Krycek told Robbie lazily.  "And
then breakfast."

"Very good, sir."  Robbie took hold of the chain.  "Come along, Brian."

The faint urge to defy him came and went, but the pressure in his bladder
was urgent enough to quash it.

"I'll see you soon, Brian," Krycek told him, with just a touch of malice
in his tone.  "And then I'll feed you breakfast."


Pendrell was blindfolded again before Robbie led him out of the bathroom
after his..ablutions.

Shivering a little, Pendrell let Robbie lead him, bumped into the mattress
and gasped. 

"Bend him over," Krycek's voice was serene.  He found himself bent over
the mattress, his face pressed against the bedclothes, the sheets still
warm from Krycek's body, still scented by Krycek's skin.  He inhaled that
scent, feeling an odd mixture of arousal and apprehension.  A slippery
finger probed, applying lube and he made a small, unhappy sound.

He was sore as hell, he was going to be lucky if he could sit down at
all.....teeth nipped at his buttock, and something thicker than a finger
pushed at the ring of muscle.  "Relax, Brian, it's not very thick.  I
know, you're a little sore today."  

Complacent tone.  A little sore?  He bit his lip, trying not to moan, as a
tongue explored his balls.  Wet and warm and in spite of himself, he
arched back into that exploration.

"Nice and smooth," Krycek purred and drew back, tongue replaced by his
hand.  He rolled Pendrell's balls in his palm, chuckling.   "We'd better
feed you, gotta keep your strength up."

He felt the plug slide in all the way, bit his lip again as Robbie helped
him stand.  

"Climb up on the bed, Brian,"  Krycek instructed.

He did, nervously leaning on Robbie's arm.  

"On your knees, yeah, just like that.  Now, sit back on your heels."
Muted amusement in Krycek's voice.

He hissed as he obeyed, unable to find a position that didn't put pressure
on the plug.  Which was probably the whole point, so far as Krycek was
concerned.  His cock twitched slightly, a pleasant echo of pleasure.

"Open your mouth, Brian."  Krycek's breath was warm on his ear.  He opened
it warily and felt something cool touch his lip, something sweet touch his
tongue.  Melon?  Some kind of fruit, certainly.  And he was 
starving.  Krycek's fingertips found one of his nipples, pinching it to
life while he chewed.

He squirmed a little, but the plug only enhanced the jolt to his nerves.

Another bite.  Eggs Benedict?  Warm mouth over the tip of his cock,
teasing briefly.

More fruit and a nip to the hollow of his throat.

A bite of something spicy, something he couldn't quite identify.  And his
nipple was covered by warmth, nipped until it was as hard as a miniature
cock.

More fruit and his buttocks were stroked, one warm finger trailing down
the crease 
between them, a playful twist of the plug.

And he was getting as hard as a rock, never mind his earlier orgasm.
Hard and definitely aroused and squirming involuntarily on the plug.

Another bite of the eggs and his navel was licked.  Sucked.  He lost track
of what he was eating, waiting only for that tormenting touch.
Fingertips.  Lips.  Tongue and teeth.  

And he was making little sounds, wanting that touch.  His cock felt rigid,
bobbing upright.  

Krycek coated the head with what he suspected was hollandaise and then
sucked it off.
He arched, pushed his hips forward and felt the plug press against him, a
flame that ignited desire and destroyed common sense.

Warm tongue up the length of his cock and then the head of it in Krycek's
mouth.  Krycek's lower lip rubbed against the sensitive spot on the
underside, sending electric jolts of pleasure along nerve endings to his
spine.

Teeth nipping his collarbone.....the meal was driving him crazy, he wasn't
even hungry any more, but Krycek kept feeding him, murmuring nonsense. 

Nonsense that nevertheless was driving his thermostat up and up and up.
"Pretty cock," and Krycek squeezed the head.  "Lovely skin."  Stroke of a
palm down his belly.  "Such a beautiful ass."  Fingers pulling his
buttocks apart.  "You're stretching out so nicely, all pink and taut."  A
twist of the plug.

He was rotating his hips, the plug pressing against his heels before
Krycek finally deemed he'd eaten enough.

Soft laughter then and he felt the mattress shift as Krycek got off the
bed.  "That's better."  Rough, invasive kiss.  "I'm afraid I have errands
to run, Brian.  But I'll be back."

Errands?  Back?  It slowly sank in that Krycek was leaving him in this
condition.  Krycek nipped his ear.  "You aren't to touch yourself, Brian.
You aren't to come until I get back."

His jaw dropped.  Then, almost piteously, "You can't leave me like this!"

"Yes, I can."  Firmly. 

He nearly wept.  "C'mon, Krycek, this isn't fair!"

"Fair?  I'm your owner, I don't have to be fair.."  Edged tone.

He closed his mouth suddenly.  The chain loosened, went taut and he was
suddenly face down on the bed.

"You call Master Alex 'sir'," Robbie's tone was firm.  "And you don't make
decisions about anything."

"I think I've been far too lenient,"  Krycek sounded regretful.  "I'm
afraid I've have to amend my approach.  We'll start by giving you a name.
A name that frees you from your former self."  Warm tongue on the small of
his back.  "Pet will do."

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words were driven out of him by a
leather strap across the buttocks.  

He yelped, tried to push himself up, but was held down.

Crack!  The strap stung, but the sound was far more than the impact.
Again and again and it felt weirdly erotic to have his ass in the air,
stuffed full with the plug, stinging from the blows.

Ten of them, he thought, dazed, but he wasn't sure.  The plug suddenly was
jerked free and he yelped again as something else drove in hard, as
Krycek's balls slapped against him.  "Don't you come," Krycek warned, 
a little breathless.  "Only good Pets are allowed to come."

He wasn't entirely sure it was his choice.  Moaning, he drove his burning
flesh back against Krycek's
thrusts.  Faster and faster until he knew it was no longer his choice.  He
was going to come.  

And get punished. 

And if he was lucky, come again.  Oh, Christ, he hoped so, and that was
all he had time to think before he did, in fact, simply explode, his flesh
tightening around Krycek's shaft to the point of pain.

Krycek roared, slammed into him, gripped his hips hard enough to bruise.
And filled him, he could feel the heat in his gut, the slippery wetness
that became more apparent with each thrust.  He was still panting when
Krycek pulled out of him.  "Bad Pet."  Reproving.  "Well, I'll have to
deal with you later, I've an appointment to keep."

"Is there anything special you'd like me to do with Pet, sir?"  Robbie's
voice was husky.

"Why, of course."  Laughter again.  "Fuck him until his ears bleed,
Robbie, but don't, don't under any circumstances let him come.  I think
the Gates of Hell will do the trick nicely."

"Of course, sir."

Pendrell's head was flat on the bed, eyes half closing.  Gates of Hell, he
mused.  His head came up suddenly, translating that into possibility.

Robbie rolled him over, making disapproving sounds.

A warm wet cloth and then....cool metal and leather and he was stuffed
into something that felt like.....rings?  Snug around his balls.  Tight
around the base of his cock.  Even with its current softening state.

"There, that will do."  Robbie sounded satisfied.  A door opened and
closed, Pendrell heard the shower go on.  Gasped again as Robbie pushed
his knees back, up to his chest.

And, oh, Jesus, and something thicker than Krycek pressed against him.
Into him.  He moaned, arching into it, still sensitive.  Listening to
Krycek's shower.  And wondering just how seriously Robbie took Krycek's
instructions.

Fast hard and furious and he soon found out.

Robbie teased him cruelly, cruelly enough that he did, in fact, get
half-hard again, the rings pressing hard against too-sensitive flesh.
Tormenting him.  Until he was so aroused he would have cheerfully handed
Scully's goddamned chip over, even though apparently, no one wanted it.

And then, he was taken to another room, still blindfolded, and the chain
was fastened above his head.
Soft mattress under him, soft blankets.

His hands free again.

The plug a torment, the rings driving him crazy, but Robbie removed the
blindfold.  Plain room, no sense of luxury.  Low single bed, comfortable
mattress.

"The bathroom is in here, Pet, so you may relieve yourself."  Robbie
turned on a light, pointed through an open door.  "I'll check on you
later."

Pendrell nodded.  Waited until the door had closed and surveyed the chain.
Quite long, actually, long enough that he could move around the room.  A
bookcase, evidently to keep him occupied.  A quick glance at these and he
felt his cock twitch again.  All erotica.  Evidently, he wasn't to seek
intellectual stimulation.

To his amazement, he actually found a large safety pin in the bottom of
the bathroom cabinet, otherwise safely empty.  Reaching up, he felt at the
back of the collar, smiled slowly.  A small padlock.  He wondered if he
could manage to pick the lock.

He had to escape.  Before he no longer wanted to.

Shifting the collar so that the padlock was in the front, he stood in
front of the bathroom mirror and opened the safety pin.  But staring at
himself in the mirror had an untoward effect.  His cock throbbed and he
reached down, touched sensitive flesh through the rings.  Squeezed his
buttocks tightly together, feeling the plug inside him.

Oh, Jesus, he definitely had to escape.  

Before  he couldn't stand the thought of it.

Still staring into the mirror, he brought the pin up and began his
attempt.

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continued in "THE TRAINING OF P" - Part Four
by Kassandra
cassandraxf@yahoo.com