From: just_us_mice@yahoo.com   
      
   (cont fm 1/2 see part 1 for warnings)   
      
   Krycek's hands drifted over him, touching him like he was a   
   prize bull up for auction. The man's grin was feral, and he   
   laughed when Jim hissed and arched back as his nipples were   
   pinched hard and twisted. "Nice, hard body, slave. Responsive. I   
   like that in a slut." The wet finger stroked down the side of   
   Jim's neck from one ear to the end of his shoulder. "But I want   
   to see more of it. We'll have to get rid of this shirt, won't   
   we?"   
      
   Jim nodded. "Yes, Master." He wondered how Krycek intended to   
   get it off, until he heard the snick of a switchblade opening.   
      
   Reflex taking over, he lunged away from the weapon, intending to   
   kick the man's feet from under him, but Krycek caught his shirt   
   collar and jerked him back to his knees. "Stay put, bitch." He   
   held the blade in front of Jim's face. "I'm going to fuck you,   
   not cut you. If I wanted you dead, you would be." The knife   
   moved slowly toward his collar, and Krycek made short work of   
   the cloth, stripping the shirt from his cuffed arms with a few   
   efficient movements. It was tossed aside in tatters.   
      
   Jim couldn't help his trembling. Fear had nothing to do with it.   
   He was confident now that he'd come to no serious harm. Chances   
   were, he'd suffer no more than bites, bruises, and a roughly   
   fucked ass. Krycek was enjoying the game too much. With a chill   
   in the pit of his stomach, he realized that so was he. His   
   trembling -- it was anticipation. He never thought he was so   
   obvious about his desires when he was around those clubs. He'd   
   thought his years in Vice had inured him to the appeal, made him   
   able to ignore it when he was on duty.   
      
   Black clad hands slid open along the expanse of his chest and he   
   leaned his head back to allow the access. He hadn't dialed his   
   touch up at all, but the leather felt so good, so soft and   
   smooth. The sensation was heady, erotic.   
      
   "That's right, bitch. Let your Master touch you." Fingers   
   pinched one nipple hard, dragging him to his feet. He gasped,   
   rising, eyes squeezed shut against the pain. "Good boy. Can't   
   get your pants off when you're on your knees."   
      
   Both his nipples ached, and his shaft throbbed an answering   
   rhythm, wanting touch.   
      
   "Stand at attention, slave. I know you know how." Krycek slapped   
   Jim's crotch and he gasped, forcibly straightening himself. His   
   body remembered his military training without his brain's   
   interference.   
      
   "Good slut." Krycek's hand stroked him slowly as a reward for   
   obedience, sliding down the length of his aching penis. Jim's   
   fingers curled into fists behind his back and he pressed into   
   the caress, teeth gritting. God, he wanted to feel that leather   
   on his shaft.   
      
   "Thank your Master when he rewards you, slave." Another caress,   
   and a squeeze through his jeans.   
      
   "Unnh... thank you, Master..." He took a deep breath, trying to   
   calm himself, but it didn't work.   
      
   Krycek's hands moved along his body again, touching and   
   caressing, pinching and rubbing. Jim held absolutely still,   
   absorbing the feeling. A moment later, Krycek unbuckled Jim's   
   belt and pulled it from the belt loops in his jeans. A swift   
   flick of the wrist and the belt folded in his hand. He held it   
   up with both hands and snapped it near Jim's ear, but Jim had   
   seen it coming and hastily dialed down his hearing. He still   
   flinched at the sharp retort.   
      
   "Once you're stripped, I'll let you feel it on your ass, slave."   
      
   Jim swallowed, uneasy, then nodded.   
      
   "Say it."   
      
   "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."   
      
   "You're still overdressed." Krycek dropped the belt on the table   
   and popped the buttons open on Jim's jeans. "Kick off your   
   shoes, bitch."   
      
      
   Stripped down to his boxers, the cop was magnificent. Sweat   
   slicked the hard, sculpted body as it reacted to Alex's every   
   move. His big, thick cock stood out, tenting the plaid silk.   
   Damn, it was compelling to have a god like this obeying him   
   without question. The plaid had to go, though. The stuff was   
   ugly as sin, not to mention the fact it covered what Alex   
   wanted.   
      
   The gruff, macho ones were always the most submissive bottoms,   
   when you knew how to get to them. Ellison's ass would be   
   virgin-tight, and so hot. He could hardly wait.   
      
   Another soft stroke along the hidden ridge of Ellison's dick and   
   the cop gasped, straining for more touch. Oh, man. "Hot little   
   bitch, aren't you? You'll be begging for my cock in your ass   
   soon enough." He could feel the sculpted body shudder under his   
   hand. The power was delicious. It had been like this with   
   Skinner, once he'd applied a little nanocyte-based persuasion.   
   It was amusing what the little techno-bugs could do to a man's   
   body when it came to the application of pain and pleasure. He   
   licked his lips, savoring the image. "On your knees, slave. I   
   think it's time you showed me how well you can suck dick."   
      
   Ellison slowly lowered himself to his knees. "Yes, Master," he   
   whispered. The man's eyes were dilated to an incredible degree.   
   Alex hadn't seen anything like it before. He tugged a condom out   
   of his pocket and opened the packet. "Put this on me." He tucked   
   the condom into Ellison's mouth then pulled his cock from his   
   tight, straining jeans. Ellison moaned softly when Alex exposed   
   himself. God, the cop wanted it bad. The raw, intense need in   
   his eyes was so sweet.   
      
   His mouth was just as talented as Alex had hoped. Ellison might   
   never have had his ass fucked, but he'd sure sucked enough dick   
   to know his way around. Alex's head fell back and he groaned   
   loudly as the cop's mouth took him in and covered him with the   
   condom and then began a slow and sensual swirling around his   
   shaft.   
      
   "God, bitch, yes..." Alex hissed. "Do it -- suck it you slut.   
   You've always wanted it like this, haven't you?"   
      
   Ellison kept licking and sucking, his mouth impossibly good,   
   then swallowed Alex's cock. Alex gasped and thrust sharply, but   
   Ellison was ready for it, eager despite his obvious nervousness.   
   No, the cop was having too much fun. Time to change the game a   
   little, sweeten it with an expression of his power. He pulled   
   back and chuckled at the soft sound his dick made, popping out   
   of Ellison's mouth.   
      
   "Hey!"   
      
   He slapped Ellison hard across the face again, jarring his head   
   to the left. "Never address your Master that way, slave."   
      
   Ellison's eyes glazed for a moment, then the focus returned.   
   "I'm sorry, Master." He lowered his face.   
      
   "You will be." Alex put one booted foot on the back of Ellison's   
   neck and shoved until the man's shoulders and cheek were pressed   
   to the floor, ass lifted high in the air. Yeah, that was better.   
   Not a bad view, either. Alex grinned. "How do you like the taste   
   of floor in your face, bitch?"   
      
   Ellison remained silent. Probably thought it was a rhetorical   
   question. That would be the cop's problem. "Answer me, fucktoy."   
   He pressed harder against the man's neck.   
      
   Ellison squirmed, his face twisted with discomfort. "I...   
   Master, this is--"   
      
   Alex cut him off. "Shut up, slut." He took his foot off   
   Ellison's neck and slid it down in front of the man. "Lick the   
      
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