Making Do
Chapter Three
NC-17
Warning: SLASH WARNING! BDSM WARNING! MOTORCYCLE ABUSE WARNING! GET WHILE THE GETTINGS
GOOD!
PART ONE:
"Well, I'm a running' down the road trying' to loosen my load...Got a world
of trouble on my mind...Looking' for a lover who won't blow my cover..."
Mulder stood and stared with a sense of awe. It was a pure work of art.
Absolutely, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even Skinner standing
there completely nude sporting a huge erection couldn't hold a candle to it.
The light glinted warmly off the blood red surface of the hand made Italian
motorcycle.
It took him a few moments to speak. "It's a Ducati!"
Skinner just smiled and said, "Like my new toy, Mulder?"
Mulder tried to close his gapping mouth. Ducatis' cost on an average of forty
thousand. Skinner had bought one? The man who bought him a glow in the dark
alien t-shirt for his last birthday?
"Hop on! I want to see what you look like on it."
Mulder fought the urge to run in and get his pants. Somehow it would seem
sacrilegious to sit his bare ass on such a fine, precision crafted bike. But
then his excitement took over. What the hell, he thought, it is European
right?
The soft leather felt wild between his legs as he straddles the bike.
Grabbing the handlebars he lifted his legs up and pictured himself tearing
down the highway. The wind in his hair. Watching the world speed by. Of
course he wasn't nude in his daydream. Buttery soft leather pants and his
favorite leather jacket. He would have to get new boots. Shit, Skinner had
better be prepared for him to borrow this a lot.
Skinner had disappeared into the house, but Mulder was having too much fun to
notice. He checked all the gauges and went on picturing long rides on the
bike. Scully behind him with her strong thighs clutching him as they drove
hell for leather out to the coast.
He felt Skinner come up behind him. "Hey Skinner, you think Scully will get
into being a biker bitch? I think she's got the personality for it don't
you." Skinner laughed and placed the items he brought from the house on the
workbench before reaching down to squeeze Mulder's bare ass. He had him right
where he wanted him.
"So you think you can handle this bike Mulder?"
Mulder gave him an incredulous look. "Of course I can! Let me get dress and
I'll show you." He went to get off the bike but Skinner stopped him. One hand
grabbed his arm holding him firmly in place and one hand grabbed the back of
his head pulling him close for a fiery kiss.
Skinner's hot mouth devouring his and forty thousand dollars of superb
engineering between his legs caused Mulder to almost come from the sensation.
He reached for Skinner and held on while rubbing his aching cock over the
soft leather.
Skinner grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his mouth roughly away.
"Bend over Mulder. First we have to talk about your lack of obedience back in
the living room." Skinner voice was no more than a whisper and Mulder
shivered.
Skinner pressed him down until he was leaning over the handlebars. Mulder
could barely control his breathing. He had wanted to tease Skinner, to see
how far he could push the man. The sense of power he had felt driving Skinner
crazy now turned into the hottest sensation he could imagine. Skinner was
going to fuck him on top of a Ducati and Mulder's world started spinning with
a powerful need to do whatever this man wanted. If this was going to be his
punishment, Mulder wanted to experience it all.
PART TWO: "The Rolls Royce of motorbikes"
Skinner produced two silk scarves that Mulder had seen him use on Scully many
times and proceeded to tie Mulder firmly to the shiny handlebars. He stopped
long enough to give Mulder a deep kiss. As hot as he was at the thought of
being tied down, Mulder couldn't resist the opportunity for a wise crack.
"Come on Skinner. You're never going to have trouble keeping me on this
bike." Skinner just gave him a feral grin. Mulder was in for a huge surprise
the first time the belt hit his ass.
Once he was tied firmly, Skinner ran his hands over Mulders back and kissed
his neck until Mulder was groaning. Skinner had him in a position where he
looked like he was riding the bike. His body hunched over and his tight ass
in the air. Each one of his feet was planted firmly on the garage floor and
his cock was throbbing against dark leather.
Sliding his hands down the younger man's back and hips one last time, he
opened the tube of lubricant and coated a finger with it. He kissed Mulder's
shoulder and gently spread his ass cheeks before circling the puckered
opening with his finger and working the lube into his ass.
Mulder's groans were getting louder. He was in heaven. Being fucked in the
ass while tied to a magnificent motor cycle was something out of his wildest
dreams.
Skinner looked down at his handiwork. Mulder was beautiful. This bike was
worth every penny just for getting his lover into this incredible position.
But first, Mulder had a lesson to learn about obeying his orders. He leaned
over so he could growl in Mulder's ear. "You like the bike, don't you Mulder?
Well, I have every intention of letting you use it whenever you want. But
every time you want to borrow it, you'll have to get on your knees and suck
my cock until I come down your throat." He used his fingers to drive Mulder
crazy. First inserting one slippery digit into Mulder's ass then two. Mulder
was gasping and rubbing his painfully hard cock rhythmically against the seat.
When Skinner started to stroke his balls softly, Mulder couldn't stand it any
longer. He would do anything this man told him. Even suck him off on command,
if he would continue what he was doing.
Abruptly, Skinner stopped. He stood back and left Mulder panting and gasping
with his head resting on the handlebars and his ass in the air. Skinner
walked to the back of the bike so he could see the young man's firm white
ass. He casually picked up the belt he had brought out to the garage from
where it lay on the workbench.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now Mulder?"
Mulder lifted his head from the handlebars and craned his neck to see
Skinner. The man stood there gloriously nude with a belt wrapped around his
fist.
"Shit!"
"Oh yes Mulder. I'm going to whip this cute ass before I fuck it. You've
showed a decided lack of enthusiasm for doing what you're told and I will not
tolerate that in one of my lovers. From here on out you will do whatever I
say, whenever I say it."
Mulder, knowing he was beyond denying Skinner anything, obediently raised his
ass a bit and rested his forehead back down on the handlebars.
The belt landed without warning and Mulder was caught completely off guard.
SNAP!! He howled in surprise and his hands jerked tight against knots in the
scarves, desperate to rub his bottom.
"Not so hard damn it, Skinner!"
Skinner just laughed. He hadn't even put full force against it.
HISSSS CRACK!! The belt found its target again. Mulder jumped but before he
could complain the belt slammed down again. That one felt twice as hard as
the others did, like molten fire on his upturned ass. He was amazed at how
much it hurt and even more amazed at the fact that he felt his body
responding in the way it was. He started to grind his cock hard against the
seat. The friction so intense he didn't think he could hold off much longer.
Skinner put full force behind the belt and lashed it onto his now welted ass.
WHISHHH SNAP! Mulder cried out. He was gripping the handlebars so hard his
knuckles were white. Sweat was pouring off him. He wanted to come so bad.
Skinner paused to let him catch his breath. "I am not done with you. It takes
a lot of discipline to straighten out a bad boy like you." At this point
Mulder didn't care what Skinner did to him as long as it involved the older
man's huge dick shoved deep in his ass. The blows continued and his butt felt
like it was on fire. The throbbing of his painfully hard cock only added to
Skinner's punishment.
Finally Skinner stopped and stood back to admire Mulder's now angry red bare
bottom. The younger man's gasps and moans filled him with such an intense
need that he couldn't wait one more second to be inside of that tight hole.
Mulder turned his head and saw Skinner stroking his large erection. Skinner
slipped on a condom and Mulder whimpered at the sight. He rested his head
down again and felt Skinner straddling the motorcycle behind him.
Trying to relax his muscles to allow Skinner to enter him was hard. The
burning stripes from the spanking had him so turned on that his body was
tensing to keep from exploding. He felt Skinner's cock nudge against his ass
and press in. There was a stinging pain as the ring of muscles was stretched
but Mulder didn't care. His ass burned hotter and he wanted Skinner to shove
him full. Skinner gave quick little thrusts as he tried to force his huge
cock into Mulder's needy body.
"Please sir! Do it! Do it now!"
Sensing Mulder's need and knowing the man was ready for him, Skinner used
Mulder's sore ass checks like handles to yank him down onto his cock.
Mulder screamed and gripped the handlebars tight.
Skinner waited for a few seconds with his cock buried deep inside him so he
could get used to the fullness. Mulder thrashed his head back and forth. He
wanted to beg Skinner to pound him hard but words failed him. All he could
manage were pleading noises and loud moans.
Slowly, Skinner withdrew his cock until he was almost all the way out. Then
he set a slow pace of pumping his cock back and forth in his lover's body.
Mulder shifted so he could stroke deeper into him. Within seconds, Skinner
felt himself losing control. The strokes got faster and faster. He grabbed
Mulder's aching ass cheeks and squeezed them hard causing Mulder to arch his
back and shriek with the pleasure/pain sensations. His cock was rubbing
against the leather seat and he ground against it hard.
Just as Mulder felt himself about to come Skinner lifted his hand and slapped
his sore ass hard as he could. Mulder's world exploded into a thousand
sparkling white lights. He jerked and screamed as he shot his load against
the leather seat. Skinner pounded into him a few more times. Riding out
Mulder's intense orgasm and then pulled his rock hard cock out of the
shaking, half-conscious man quickly. Mulder sobbed at the sudden loss.
Coming around to Mulder's face, Skinner pulled off the soiled condom, and
threw it on the floor. Grabbing the soft brown hair, he lifted up Mulder's
face and ordered him, "Suck my cock, boy. NOW!"
Mulder opened his mouth in a daze and let the man push almost half of his
cock in. Skinner tasted so good that he acted purely on instinct. He would do
anything to make his lover feel good, to give him some of the pleasure he'd
just felt. He ran his tongue around Skinner's huge length and sucked him hard
while wishing his hands were free so he could jack Skinner's cock off. In his
mouth, down his throat or all over his face, Mulder was beyond caring as long
as he could give Skinner whatever he wanted.
Mulder tried to control his gag reflex when Skinner shoved in very deep.
Skinner was grasping his head so hard that Mulder knew he was close, very
close. Suddenly Skinner stiffened and went very still. Then Mulder felt the
first splashes of semen hit the back off his throat. He sucked Skinner into
his mouth deeply and swallowed every drop.
PART THREE:
"How about the time I was tied to a motorcycle with leather straps?"
(Excerpt of a late night chat session with the author's best friend)
Scully walked into the darkened living room and stood there for a moment
trying to figure out what the hell had happened here.
She had felt so guilty being away and had missed both her lovers acutely. But
she was especially anxious about Walter. He had sounded so frustrated on the
phone. After spending so much time with Mulder in the field, she always
worried about him feeling left out. He was just as important to her as Mulder
and the fact that she had spent a wonderful weekend screwing her partner
while her boss was at that damn Director's meeting had nagged at her the
entire trip. So when her sister-in-law got the flu, she had said her
good-byes and caught the next flight back.
Using her key, she had let herself in only to find what? The TV still on at
three a.m. in a living room that had popcorn strewn all over the carpet.
Men's clothing were tossed all around and the door to garage was standing
open.
A knowing smile spread over her face when she bent down and picked up a pair
of jeans that she recognized. Obviously Skinner wasn't nearly as lonely as
she had thought.
She walked up stairs quietly, hoping she would catch her two lovers in a very
compromising position. But as she slipped into the dim bedroom she was hit
with a bizarre and confusing sight.
Both her beautiful men were nude and sleeping on Skinners bed. Their muscular
arms and legs lovingly tangled and Mulder seemed to be nuzzling Skinner's
neck in his sleep. This was a sight she usually saw from her pillow, not the
doorway. But what was confusing was that beside the bed was standing a very
expensive motorcycle.
She stared at it and pondered how they got it in the bedroom and more
importantly why it was there. Shaking her head she looked at her men only to
see Skinner was now awake and smiling up at her. He nudged Mulder and soon
both of them were staring at her.
"Why is there a motorcycle in the bedroom?"
The two men just looked at each other before flashing her rather calculating
smiles. Skinner cleared his throat and spoke to her in that hard commanding
voice that always caused a delicious thrill to past through her body.
"Welcome back, Dana. Now take off your clothes and hop on the bike. Mulder
and I would like to take you for a ride."
THE END
Authors notes: This story is dedicated to my sweet and loving James for the
ideas, SeekerOne for her persistent nagging, Peggy for the lyrics and fleab
for the bike. Thank you guys!