Fill: He loves you (4b/?)
anonymous
September 9 2011, 20:20:21 UTC
“You were sold because of your age,” John replied angrily.
“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade answered. “I spent more than twenty years in my last owner’s property. He decided to replace me with a young man about eight weeks ago, Sir.”
“I already thought that he must be a moron,” John said. “You’re gorgeous. And you’re definitely not too old.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Lestrade blushed. “I’m sorry that I was so irritable yesterday. I didn’t realize that you just wanted information, Sir.”
“What did you think that I wanted?” John asked.
“I... I don’t know, Sir,” Lestrade replied. “I think I thought that you already knew everything about me and tried to provoke me. I noticed that you had my file, Sir.”
“Sherlock read it. I just wanted to find out more about you,” he said. “Sherlock told me about your former owners later. How many years did you live with your first owner?”
“Six years, Sir,” Lestrade answered. “He had to sell me because of financial problems and that was a very happy day for me. My next owner was much better. I think I would have died in my first owner’s house, Sir.”
Lestrade was probably right; an abusive and sadistic master would have killed him just for fun one day. John didn’t like the thought that nobody would have cared. It was legal to hurt or kill a slave. Nobody would ask a single question about it and nobody would hesitate to sell new slaves to such an owner. He swallowed when he remembered that he had attacked Lestrade in the morning.
Sherlock had told him yesterday that Lestrade had been born into slavery and had spent his underage life in a training facility. John knew that it was prohibited to trade underage slaves. He only knew rumours about the places which kept underage slaves until they were old enough to be a product and they didn’t sound good.
“It was a huge disappointment that your last owner sold you after so many years, wasn’t it?” he asked.
Lestrade nodded and he seemed to be far away for a moment until he remembered that he had to answer. “He didn’t promise me anything. Never. But I always hoped that he’d have another function for me. I... I knew that his interest in me was fading, but it was a shock when he sold me. It was sudden; he didn’t tell me. The new slave was delivered, my papers were handed over, and I was taken to a shop. When I woke up that day, I had no idea that I’d be on display in a shop just a few hours later. The shop keeps slaves for three month until they’re sold to a factory. They think that you’re worthless and expensive if nobody wants you during three month. I was sure that nobody would buy me. Even as a special offer nobody wanted me. There’re so many younger slaves... I don’t know why Mr. Holmes came to buy me. It was very strange. He didn’t even look at the others. He was only interested in me. I don’t know why, but I didn’t dare to ask, Sir.”
John had a lump in his throat and took Lestrade’s hand. It seemed to make Lestrade nervous so he let go quickly. Lestrade was right; it was very probable that a middle-aged slave would end in a factory, because there was a huge supply of younger slaves to replace them. John wondered why Mycroft had chosen Lestrade. There was no coincidence in Mycroft’s actions. Never. It wasn’t a surprise that Sherlock was so intrigued. And the more John talked to Lestrade, the better he liked him as well.
“I promise that something like that won’t happen again,” he said. “Maybe Sherlock said that I should think about you as equipment, but I don’t. And he didn’t mean it as well. He knows that you’re a human being and he’s as interested in you as his brother. I don’t know how and why Mycroft chose you; I don’t think that he’ll tell us. I’m sorry that I’m not able to give you an answer.”
Lestrade gave John a thankful smile; he obviously wanted to avoid more questions. “May I do the washing up, Sir?”
John nodded and finished his tea slowly. The work calmed Lestrade down visibly. John didn’t mean to upset him, but he always wanted to know the people he liked. And Lestrade was even living with him.
Fill: He loves you (4c/?)
anonymous
September 9 2011, 20:21:33 UTC
“I’ll take a shower. We’ll go shopping afterwards,” he said. “We’ll get you clothes. And we need food for three people now. You already saw Mrs. Hudson, didn’t you? I’ll introduce you, she’ll like you and you’ll get lots of biscuits.”
“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade answered.
John left Lestrade alone and entered the bathroom. The slave seemed relieved and much more willing to talk to John. He was even mostly able to look at John while they talked to each other. John wasn’t sure how Lestrade would behave while Sherlock was around. He hoped that he was able to show him that his husband wasn’t a terrifying person.
They left Baker Street after a chat with Mrs. Hudson who treated Lestrade as if Sherlock and John had decided to share 221B with a new flatmate. John was very happy about her affection; he hadn’t been sure how Mrs. Hudson would treat a slave. He didn’t know whether she and Mr. Hudson had had slaves in the past.
They got clothes for Lestrade first. John wanted to make sure that Lestrade was able to choose a few things himself. Sherlock would definitely order further articles which he preferred, but John wasn’t convinced that Sherlock’s choices would be very practical. It turned out to be difficult to get Lestrade to choose anything. John mostly had to guess what Lestrade liked; in public the slave tried to be invisible. He walked behind John, became monosyllabic again, and almost didn’t dare to speak even after he was given explicit permission. John silently cursed all people who had owned or trained Lestrade before. He understood that those people wanted to make sure that their slaves would be obedient, but it was completely unnecessary to frighten and threaten slaves. He wasn’t able to understand why somebody wouldn’t want Lestrade to talk. He was a wonderful person.
Lestrade didn’t calm down until they were close to Baker Street again. He was carrying the shopping and John hadn’t tried to get some of the bags. He had observed how other people treated their slaves and he hadn’t wanted to irritate Lestrade again.
“So you were trained as a housekeeper at first?” he asked to break the silence.
“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade answered. “My second owner retrained me and I became a... personal slave, Sir.”
“I see,” John answered. “I was a soldier and a doctor. Now I’m a doctor and Sherlock’s husband and colleague.”
“That’s why it was so easy for you to choke me,” Lestrade answered quickly; he realized his mistake immediately. “I’m sorry, Sir. I had no permission to speak, Sir.”
“Relax,” John replied. “You don’t have to ask every time; we’re already talking.”
John smiled at him reassuringly and Lestrade managed a short, shy smile as well.
“Don’t make me jump out of my skin like today again,” John said. “I’ll just act on instinct and ask later. I’m glad that I didn’t hurt you. Try to avoid such situations. Make sure that I notice you and don’t sneak up. They maybe told you to be as soundless as possible, but that’s not a good idea in our house. Sherlock will maybe tell you to be silent, but only if he’s busy.”
Re: Fill: He loves you (4c/?)khollySeptember 10 2011, 03:05:21 UTC
I feel kind of bad for Lestrade, at least until they all settle into having him. Life will be a bit confusing between the instructions he gets from John and those he gets from Sherlock.
Fill: He loves you (5a/?)
anonymous
September 10 2011, 23:53:36 UTC
Sherlock was asleep on the sofa when they entered 221B again. John stepped close to him and pressed a soft kiss on his temple. Sherlock moaned silently but didn’t wake up. John wrapped a blanket around him carefully. His husband was only wearing pyjama and dressing gown and no socks as always. He didn’t want him to get cold.
John waited until Lestrade had stored the food and his new clothes.
“I want to do this systematically,” he said. “We’ll start in the bedroom and check every piece of furniture. We have impressive amounts of stuff that we never use. I want to get rid of as much as possible. Let’s go.”
“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade said and followed John upstairs; he brought boxes and bags with him.
They were able to finish the bedroom and the bathroom until Sherlock arrived to rescue 80% of all things which had already been binned. They had to discuss every item; surprisingly John was able to convince Sherlock to let go of things more often than he expected.
“If you try to get it all back while I’m asleep in the night, you’ll be in trouble,” John warned playfully.
Sherlock answered with his most innocent look and busied himself with a collection of bird feathers which he had found under the bedside table in his former bedroom. John and Lestrade rearranged the furniture to make as much space as possible for Sherlock’s laboratory equipment and Lestrade’s bed. John wanted their slave to have at least a little bit of the room. They used the furniture to part the room. It wasn’t perfect, but it allowed Lestrade a little bit of privacy.
John told Lestrade to pack their old clothes in boxes; Mrs. Turner collected clothes for a charity and would be grateful to get them. He went to start decluttering the kitchen and left Sherlock and Lestrade alone. He found lots of things which shouldn’t be in a kitchen and which weren’t labelled with a warning. He sighed and decided that Sherlock would get an extra fridge for them in his laboratory soon. Maybe he should call Mycroft about it. It would be faster.
He had no idea how his rugby ball had ended in the kitchen, but he felt the immediate need to put it into a safer place. He was also curious why Lestrade wasn’t already with him and thought that he better checked on him and Sherlock. He didn’t expect to find both of them in the middle of something which seemed to be a test of Lestrade’s special training. Obviously the newly discovered things had given Sherlock some ideas.
“Oh, do you need him urgently, love?” Sherlock asked when John stepped in.
“No, go on,” John replied and went to a chair in a corner of the room to watch.
He had said before that he wouldn’t want to watch, but this looked far too interesting not to. Lestrade’s naked body was a mouth-watering sight. Sherlock had bound the slave’s wrists to his ankles which left Lestrade in a very vulnerable position with bent knees and spread legs. Sherlock was using some of the feathers on him and some clothes-pegs. He had placed them on Lestrade’s nipples, his navel, and the insides of his thighs. John knew that these old wooden pegs bit angrily, he had more than once pinched one of his fingers inside of them.
Lestrade was sighing quietly; Sherlock moved a feather across his cock and it reacted slowly to the very soft touch. He whimpered when Sherlock’s fingers pulled at one of the pegs.
“None of that,” Sherlock said warningly and slapped Lestrade’s stomach slightly.
“Yes, Master,” Lestrade answered quickly.
He kept still while Sherlock went on teasing him with the feather and pulling at some of the other pegs. His cock hardened to an impressive length and only his face revealed that he felt pleasure and pain at the same time. But he remained silent; Sherlock suddenly opened one of the pegs which were close to Lestrade’s crotch. Lestrade twitched, but didn’t scream. John was able to see one single tear on his face.
“Good boy,” Sherlock praised and closed his unoccupied hand around Lestrade’s cock.
Fill: He loves you (5b/?)
anonymous
September 10 2011, 23:55:12 UTC
He stroked him quickly and opened one peg after another. Lestrade bit his lips to stay silent and panted for air heavily. John saw that he was close; it was a mystery for him how. He didn’t enjoy pain in the slightest and couldn’t understand how Lestrade was able to be so hard while being in pain at the same time.
Sherlock let go of him and put a latex glove on; he added lubricant and pressed two fingers against Lestrade’s opening. The doctor in John objected, but he noticed soon that Lestrade was able to take them easily. John had never thought about himself as a voyeur, but he would be a liar if he said that he didn’t enjoy the show. He was already half hard himself.
Sherlock’s fingers obviously found Lestrade’s prostate, because the slave wasn’t able to suppress another whimper anymore; especially because Sherlock started to stroke his erection again.
“You’d never come without permission, wouldn’t you?” Sherlock asked using his interrogation voice.
John swallowed and inwardly admired Lestrade’s self control; Sherlock was brilliant with his fingers and he knew that it was almost impossible to withstand him for long.
Sherlock stopped suddenly and opened the last remaining pegs on Lestrade’s nipples. The slave shivered and screamed before he managed to bit his lips again.
“Not bad,” Sherlock said. “Not bad for a start.”
He opened Lestrade’s restraints and ordered him to kneel next to the bed. Lestrade had difficulties to control his body but managed to do it. He knelt between Sherlock’s legs; his cock was very hard. John was again surprised that Lestrade behaved himself and didn’t try touching it.
“Fetch me my riding crop,” Sherlock ordered and pointed to a corner of the room.
Lestrade wanted to get up, but Sherlock’s hand was in his hair immediately.
“Crawl,” he ordered.
Lestrade moved on hands and knees without hesitation.
“Bring it like a good pet,” Sherlock said.
Lestrade lifted it with his mouth carefully and turned around to bring it to Sherlock. John was able to see his arse now. It was still open and looked slick and ready to be taken. He swallowed and forced himself to concentrate on Sherlock.
“That’s a good pet,” Sherlock praised and took the riding crop. “A good pet is allowed to suck his master’s cock. Come on, suck me.”
Lestrade understood and used his mouth to work Sherlock’s pyjama trousers out of the way. There was no underwear. He took Sherlock’s erection between his lips and started to suck him. Sherlock grabbed his hair with one hand and forced him down until he swallowed him completely.
“Yes,” Sherlock groaned. “Good boy.”
He held Lestrade’s head in place and moved his hips quickly. To John’s surprise the slave didn’t gag at all.
Sherlock started to hit Lestrade’s buttocks with the riding crop; matching the rhythm he sat with his hips. Lestrade moaned but didn’t even once twitch his jaw; his face was deeply flushed. John was impressed again; he would at least bite a bit.
Sherlock let go of Lestrade and pushed his head away; he hit his buttocks harder until Lestrade was visibly barely able to suppress the urge to protect them with his hands. Sherlock stopped, grabbed Lestrade’s hair again, and made him look into his eyes.
“Such a slut,” he said. “So many strokes and still so hard. You loved yesterday’s punishment, didn’t you?”
“I... I didn’t, Master,” Lestrade stammered.
“You fought so hard not to get an erection,” he said. “I knew that Mycroft chose a real slut. He tested you, didn’t he? Greedy bastard as he is. Answer!”
“He did, Master,” Lestrade answered and blushed even more.
“What did he do?” Sherlock replied.
Lestrade hesitated; that earned him a hard stroke across his already pink buttocks.
“You’re lucky that I have such a bad angle,” Sherlock groaned. “But I can change that. Answer.”
“He put me in lots of different bondage positions, Master,” Lestrade stammered.
“Bondage?” John wondered. “Mycroft and bondage?”
“Of course,” Sherlock replied. “He’s very interested in it; studied it in Japan. He has a special library about it; hidden behind a fake wall, because he doesn’t want our mother to know about it. Ask him, he’ll give you a tour.”
Fill: He loves you (5c/?)
anonymous
September 10 2011, 23:57:30 UTC
“Mycroft and bondage,” John murmured and shook his head; that sounded as absurd as Mycroft in an Arsenal shirt with a pint in his hand. He definitely wouldn’t ask.
“What else did he do?” Sherlock wanted to know. “Did he beat you?”
“He whipped me, Master,” Lestrade replied.
“As a punishment?” Sherlock asked quickly.
“No, Master,” Lestrade whispered.
Sherlock chuckled and pushed Lestrade’s head down again; the slave swallowed him easily and followed the rhythm Sherlock set with his hand. John knew why he wasn’t able to fulfil Sherlock’s sexual needs completely; he could never offer what Lestrade was able to do. He was a romantic guy, far too vanilla for Sherlock; so he had offered Sherlock to search for satisfaction elsewhere. It was strange to watch; he had never watched before. And he was very confused why it turned him on that much. It shouldn’t, but it did nevertheless. He was achingly hard.
Sherlock came with a deep groan; he held Lestrade’s head pressed to his body. Lestrade’s face was buried in his crotch while the slave swallowed.
“Very good,” Sherlock praised again. “Mycroft checked your talented mouth, too, didn’t he?”
Lestrade was only able to nod, because Sherlock’s cock was still deep inside of him. Sherlock chuckled again and let go of him finally. He moved forward and grabbed Lestrade’s erection; he gave him a few strokes which brought Lestrade close to a climax again. John saw how hard the slave had to fight his lust. Sherlock ‘helped’ with a few more strokes with the riding crop which seemed to cool Lestrade down, but not much.
Sherlock stopped and examined Lestrade’s face closely. He caressed the slave’s cheek and showed a content grin when Lestrade pressed his face against his palm.
“Well done,” Sherlock said. “Take a cold shower; John needs you for the others room. Check the bathroom, there’s a salve for your buttocks. You’re allowed to use it. You may go.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master,” Lestrade stammered and got up shakily.
He wanted to leave, but Sherlock ordered him back again. He moved the loop of the riding crop across Lestrade’s erection, tapped it gently, and stroked it teasingly.
“You’re mine; this is mine,“ he said. “Don’t touch it. You’re forbidden to climax. Maybe I’ll grant you an orgasm one day, but you’ll only get it for a perfect performance. You were very good today but far from perfect. Don’t think that you could hide an orgasm, I’d know. You wouldn’t like the consequences.”
“Of course, Master,” Lestrade stammered; his eyes were glued to the riding crop which was still stroking his erection.
“Go,” Sherlock ordered.
Lestrade almost ran and Sherlock sprawled across the bed with a satisfied grin.
“I didn’t expect that decluttering the flat would be so much fun,” he said.
“We’ll be finished in 2030 if you use every item you found for entertainment,” John teased.
“You enjoyed it,” Sherlock stated. “I’ll definitely keep the feathers. And the pegs are useful anyway.”
“They’d be more useful in the right place. I bought new ones, because I couldn’t find them the last time I did the laundry,” John said.
“You did enjoy it,” Sherlock repeated.
“Damn, yes, I did,” John admitted hesitatingly. “You saw it.”
Sherlock beamed and patted the space next to him.
“I’d love you to fuck me,” he said in his deepest voice.
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anonymous
September 11 2011, 18:08:40 UTC
Wow I think this is the first time I didn't find sub!Lestrade on his knees the hottest thing under the sun because I was feeling so very sorry for the poor bastard. What a good brother Mycroft is, after using Lestrade he still gives him to Sherlock, any chance of getting his gift back? XD
Fill: He loves you (6a/?)
anonymous
September 11 2011, 19:40:28 UTC
The next weeks were a strange time for John. He got used to Lestrade in their flat and he easily got used to a slave who did all the chores for him. But he wasn’t able to control his feelings. He liked Lestrade, he liked him very much. It was easier to talk to him now, because the rules in 221B were established. Lestrade was much more at ease with his new owners and knew what to expect from them.
Lestrade now sat with them at their table and ate while they ate. Even Sherlock admitted that this was more useful, because Lestrade would save lots of time. He often used the slave for experiments and for his needs and he wasn’t a patient person when he wanted to try something. John liked it far better anyway; he enjoyed his food more when there wasn’t someone waiting in a corner of the room. He was happy to treat Lestrade like that. Sherlock wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t mind it very much, because it made John happy and it was practical for him. And it had annoyed Mycroft exceedingly during one of his short visits. It was always huge fun for Sherlock to annoy Mycroft and it had irritated the elder Holmes to find the slave in such an equal position.
John thought that even Lestrade got slowly used to it. The slave was very nervous about it for days, but he slowly accepted it and he seemed to like it. John had even managed to establish that Lestrade was allowed to talk during their meals without asking for permission. It had been impossible to convince Sherlock to forget the no speaking rule in general, but John was satisfied with the compromise so far.
He liked to have another person in 221B to talk to. Lestrade hadn’t been allowed to watch TV or read in his former homes, but he nevertheless knew a lot more about everyday culture, football, and rugby than Sherlock. John made sure to pass his newspaper and magazines to Lestrade as soon as he finished them. He saw no point in excluding a slave from information and entertainment. Lestrade was also allowed to watch TV with them when there wasn’t any work left and he was allowed to listen to music. The decluttering of 221B had produced a huge pile of stuff which wasn’t needed anymore and John had offered Lestrade to take whatever he had wanted from it before they had binned, donated or sold it. Lestrade had dared to keep a little stereo and a few books only; John had decided that it was at least a little progress.
He was also satisfied with the dynamics between Sherlock and Lestrade. Lestrade still feared Sherlock, but this had improved during the last weeks as well. The slave understood that Sherlock wouldn’t punish him arbitrarily or brutally. He even seemed to sort of enjoy whatever Sherlock did during their special sessions, even if Sherlock never granted him the slightest release.
There had been a few punishments, but only for minor stuff; mostly Lestrade had been punished because he had tried to do his chores in the middle of Sherlock’s experiments. Lestrade had already understood that John wouldn’t use corporal punishment. John had his commanding voice for everything which upset him and he used it on everybody whether the person was his slave or his husband.
John was sure that Lestrade’s presence even led to better sex between Sherlock and himself. In the past Sherlock had always left 221B while John was asleep to get whatever he needed. Now he was able to use Lestrade for it and this was way easier for John. John hadn’t objected to Sherlock’s adventures before; he had encouraged him to search them, because he had wanted him to be satisfied, but it was much easier to cope with it when he knew Sherlock’s partner. He had always dismissed the thought that he wanted to know any details about Sherlock’s nights out, but now that he was able to watch regularly, it was interesting and easier to understand. They mostly had amazing sex afterwards, because Sherlock loved to spend the aftermath of an encounter with Lestrade in John’s arms. John liked that, too. A worn out Sherlock was always adorable and it was a pleasure to fuck him and force another orgasm out of him before he passed out for hours.
Fill: He loves you (6b/?)
anonymous
September 11 2011, 19:42:56 UTC
One day John returned home an hour earlier as usual because there wasn’t much work to do in the surgery. London seemed unusually healthy during the summer; John didn’t complain about it. There would be enough days during autumn and winter that would be completely different. It wasn’t a surprise to find Sherlock and Lestrade having a late lunch together, but it was surprising how they did it. Actually it was surprising how Sherlock had lunch, because Lestrade wasn’t able to do much.
The slave’s ankles were bound to the table legs and his hands were tied on his back. A rope linked his collar to one of the opposite table legs and forced his chest down on the table. He was naked. Lestrade’s face was turned to Sherlock who ate deliciously smelling pasta and looked lost in reverie. John stepped close to him and kissed him tenderly. He pointed to Lestrade and gazed at his husband questioningly.
“He cooked so amazingly well today, he deserves a reward,” Sherlock said.
“It’s a reward?” John said. “It doesn’t look like one.”
“It is,” Sherlock said. “I already fed him his portion. And I have other plans, too.”
He pointed at a remote and John understood that it had something to do with the wires he noticed between Lestrade’s legs. There was a steel plug inside of the slave’s opening and an assortment of wires around his balls and cock. It reminded John of something he had seen as an instrument of torture during a lesson in Sandhurst, but he was sure that Sherlock meant what he said. It was very rarely that Sherlock enjoyed eating and when he did he looked as pleased as now. He wouldn’t do anything too painful to Lestrade. John at least hoped so; he said himself that he should stay and watch. He could have admitted that he was turned on immensely and curious, but he didn’t.
Sherlock pressed a button and a soft buzzing noise was audible. Lestrade took a deep breath and blushed immediately. John sat down at the far end of the table and watched Sherlock pressing some more buttons. Despite his restraints Lestrade started to move his body; he almost managed to move the table around. Sherlock chuckled and sat down on the table to make it heavier.
“Shush,” he said. “Mrs. Hudson is home. You don’t want her to come and check on us now, do you?”
John observed Lestrade’s face and was convinced that whatever the remote caused, it wasn’t painful at all. Lestrade’s face was full of pleasure and a short gaze under the table told John that the slave was terribly hard. Of course, there was also a cock ring around his erection.
“It’s easier for him like that,” Sherlock said. “Don’t want to spoil the moment with a quick orgasm. I want him to enjoy it as long as possible.”
“Oh,” John answered unable to form coherent words.
Lestrade groaned, whimpered, moaned, and made other noises John had never heard before. He finally noticed the battery which was placed next to the table and wondered if that was one of the toys Mycroft had provided. Obviously it was huge fun for Sherlock to experiment with it and huge fun for Lestrade to feel it. Sherlock slowed it down a bit because Lestrade was close to hyperventilation. Lestrade’s hands were closed to fists, his eyes were pressed shut, and his entire body was shaking and sweaty. John was impressed that he wasn’t screaming already.
Sherlock opened the rope which forced Lestrade down and helped him to stand. He wrapped his arms around him and bit his neck forcefully. Lestrade moaned and rested his head against Sherlock’s shoulder.
“I wonder if you want me to pull the plug out and fuck you,” he whispered loud enough for John to hear it. “John would like to see it.”
John didn’t know that he had wanted it, but he definitely wanted it now.
Fill: He loves you (6c/?)
anonymous
September 11 2011, 19:45:02 UTC
Sherlock laughed and pulled the plug out slowly. He opened his trousers and pushed his underwear away without undressing. He was impressively hard and pushed his cock in in one single movement. He held Lestrade upright and fucked him as hard as he could, his hips slapped against the slave’s arse loudly. John broke into a sweat and freed his own cock. It was incredible to watch how Sherlock fucked the helpless slave who was deeply lost in pleasure. Their eyes met and John started to jerk his cock while staring at his husband.
He almost felt as if Sherlock was fucking him, even if Sherlock would never fuck him as hard as he was fucking Lestrade now. Sherlock had one arm wrapped around Lestrade’s chest, holding him upright; his other hand was curled around Lestrade’s collar pulling it and choking him lightly. John stroked himself slowly; he was too close and didn’t want to come too soon.
“Do you want to come?” Sherlock groaned. “Say ‘Please, Master, may I please come.’ Beg!”
“Please, Master,” Lestrade forced himself to moan. “May I please come, Master?”
“Yes, you may,” Sherlock answered, closed his hand around Lestrade’s cock, and worked him furiously.
Lestrade came immediately and hard; John had never seen a person coming that hard and with such an amount of sperm. Sherlock fucked him and jerked his cock during his climax; Lestrade was far away; his entire body shivered and twitched, spasms went through his limbs. He sank back down on the table the second Sherlock didn’t hold him upright anymore. Sherlock grabbed his hips and worked as hard as he could to finish soon after. He panted for air heavily and rested on Lestrade’s back for a moment until he pulled out and turned off the toys.
John’s eyes met his husband’s and Sherlock was kneeling in front of him instantly. John parted his legs, because he already knew what Sherlock intended to do. A second later Sherlock’s beautiful lips were closed around his cock. John closed his eyes and fought hard not to come immediately, but he couldn’t suppress his orgasm for long; Sherlock’s fingers and mouth were too clever for him.
“That was...,” he said. “I can’t describe how hot that looked.”
Sherlock grinned and helped John to get up.
“We should play together soon,” he suggested while nibbling on John’s ear.
“I’m not that exhausted, love,” John replied and slapped Sherlock’s arse lightly. “I still understand what you’re saying.”
Sherlock pouted playfully and pulled John towards the living room; John stopped him and pointed to Lestrade who was asleep and snoring quietly.
“Let’s free him and move him to the sofa,” he said. “He deserves a break. It’s not good for him to be tied up in such a position for long.”
Sherlock pouted again but agreed and opened Lestrade’s restraints. They carried the slave to the sofa, because he didn’t wake up. Sherlock complained, but John didn’t allow him to wake Lestrade forcefully.
“It’s your fault,” he replied. “You didn’t let him come for weeks and you used that infernal thing on him. What is it by the way?”
“Just a bit of electric stimulation,” Sherlock answered. “Mycroft sent one; it was in the box as a wedding present.”
“Your brother is unbelievable,” John stated and used the blanket he usually kept in stock for Sherlock to tuck Lestrade in.
“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade answered. “I spent more than twenty years in my last owner’s property. He decided to replace me with a young man about eight weeks ago, Sir.”
“I already thought that he must be a moron,” John said. “You’re gorgeous. And you’re definitely not too old.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Lestrade blushed. “I’m sorry that I was so irritable yesterday. I didn’t realize that you just wanted information, Sir.”
“What did you think that I wanted?” John asked.
“I... I don’t know, Sir,” Lestrade replied. “I think I thought that you already knew everything about me and tried to provoke me. I noticed that you had my file, Sir.”
“Sherlock read it. I just wanted to find out more about you,” he said. “Sherlock told me about your former owners later. How many years did you live with your first owner?”
“Six years, Sir,” Lestrade answered. “He had to sell me because of financial problems and that was a very happy day for me. My next owner was much better. I think I would have died in my first owner’s house, Sir.”
Lestrade was probably right; an abusive and sadistic master would have killed him just for fun one day. John didn’t like the thought that nobody would have cared. It was legal to hurt or kill a slave. Nobody would ask a single question about it and nobody would hesitate to sell new slaves to such an owner. He swallowed when he remembered that he had attacked Lestrade in the morning.
Sherlock had told him yesterday that Lestrade had been born into slavery and had spent his underage life in a training facility. John knew that it was prohibited to trade underage slaves. He only knew rumours about the places which kept underage slaves until they were old enough to be a product and they didn’t sound good.
“It was a huge disappointment that your last owner sold you after so many years, wasn’t it?” he asked.
Lestrade nodded and he seemed to be far away for a moment until he remembered that he had to answer. “He didn’t promise me anything. Never. But I always hoped that he’d have another function for me. I... I knew that his interest in me was fading, but it was a shock when he sold me. It was sudden; he didn’t tell me. The new slave was delivered, my papers were handed over, and I was taken to a shop. When I woke up that day, I had no idea that I’d be on display in a shop just a few hours later. The shop keeps slaves for three month until they’re sold to a factory. They think that you’re worthless and expensive if nobody wants you during three month. I was sure that nobody would buy me. Even as a special offer nobody wanted me. There’re so many younger slaves... I don’t know why Mr. Holmes came to buy me. It was very strange. He didn’t even look at the others. He was only interested in me. I don’t know why, but I didn’t dare to ask, Sir.”
John had a lump in his throat and took Lestrade’s hand. It seemed to make Lestrade nervous so he let go quickly. Lestrade was right; it was very probable that a middle-aged slave would end in a factory, because there was a huge supply of younger slaves to replace them. John wondered why Mycroft had chosen Lestrade. There was no coincidence in Mycroft’s actions. Never. It wasn’t a surprise that Sherlock was so intrigued. And the more John talked to Lestrade, the better he liked him as well.
“I promise that something like that won’t happen again,” he said. “Maybe Sherlock said that I should think about you as equipment, but I don’t. And he didn’t mean it as well. He knows that you’re a human being and he’s as interested in you as his brother. I don’t know how and why Mycroft chose you; I don’t think that he’ll tell us. I’m sorry that I’m not able to give you an answer.”
Lestrade gave John a thankful smile; he obviously wanted to avoid more questions. “May I do the washing up, Sir?”
John nodded and finished his tea slowly. The work calmed Lestrade down visibly. John didn’t mean to upset him, but he always wanted to know the people he liked. And Lestrade was even living with him.
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“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade answered.
John left Lestrade alone and entered the bathroom. The slave seemed relieved and much more willing to talk to John. He was even mostly able to look at John while they talked to each other. John wasn’t sure how Lestrade would behave while Sherlock was around. He hoped that he was able to show him that his husband wasn’t a terrifying person.
They left Baker Street after a chat with Mrs. Hudson who treated Lestrade as if Sherlock and John had decided to share 221B with a new flatmate. John was very happy about her affection; he hadn’t been sure how Mrs. Hudson would treat a slave. He didn’t know whether she and Mr. Hudson had had slaves in the past.
They got clothes for Lestrade first. John wanted to make sure that Lestrade was able to choose a few things himself. Sherlock would definitely order further articles which he preferred, but John wasn’t convinced that Sherlock’s choices would be very practical. It turned out to be difficult to get Lestrade to choose anything. John mostly had to guess what Lestrade liked; in public the slave tried to be invisible. He walked behind John, became monosyllabic again, and almost didn’t dare to speak even after he was given explicit permission. John silently cursed all people who had owned or trained Lestrade before. He understood that those people wanted to make sure that their slaves would be obedient, but it was completely unnecessary to frighten and threaten slaves. He wasn’t able to understand why somebody wouldn’t want Lestrade to talk. He was a wonderful person.
Lestrade didn’t calm down until they were close to Baker Street again. He was carrying the shopping and John hadn’t tried to get some of the bags. He had observed how other people treated their slaves and he hadn’t wanted to irritate Lestrade again.
“So you were trained as a housekeeper at first?” he asked to break the silence.
“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade answered. “My second owner retrained me and I became a... personal slave, Sir.”
“I see,” John answered. “I was a soldier and a doctor. Now I’m a doctor and Sherlock’s husband and colleague.”
“That’s why it was so easy for you to choke me,” Lestrade answered quickly; he realized his mistake immediately. “I’m sorry, Sir. I had no permission to speak, Sir.”
“Relax,” John replied. “You don’t have to ask every time; we’re already talking.”
John smiled at him reassuringly and Lestrade managed a short, shy smile as well.
“Don’t make me jump out of my skin like today again,” John said. “I’ll just act on instinct and ask later. I’m glad that I didn’t hurt you. Try to avoid such situations. Make sure that I notice you and don’t sneak up. They maybe told you to be as soundless as possible, but that’s not a good idea in our house. Sherlock will maybe tell you to be silent, but only if he’s busy.”
“I understand, Sir,” Lestrade answered.
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I'm really enjoying this.
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John waited until Lestrade had stored the food and his new clothes.
“I want to do this systematically,” he said. “We’ll start in the bedroom and check every piece of furniture. We have impressive amounts of stuff that we never use. I want to get rid of as much as possible. Let’s go.”
“Yes, Sir,” Lestrade said and followed John upstairs; he brought boxes and bags with him.
They were able to finish the bedroom and the bathroom until Sherlock arrived to rescue 80% of all things which had already been binned. They had to discuss every item; surprisingly John was able to convince Sherlock to let go of things more often than he expected.
“If you try to get it all back while I’m asleep in the night, you’ll be in trouble,” John warned playfully.
Sherlock answered with his most innocent look and busied himself with a collection of bird feathers which he had found under the bedside table in his former bedroom. John and Lestrade rearranged the furniture to make as much space as possible for Sherlock’s laboratory equipment and Lestrade’s bed. John wanted their slave to have at least a little bit of the room. They used the furniture to part the room. It wasn’t perfect, but it allowed Lestrade a little bit of privacy.
John told Lestrade to pack their old clothes in boxes; Mrs. Turner collected clothes for a charity and would be grateful to get them. He went to start decluttering the kitchen and left Sherlock and Lestrade alone. He found lots of things which shouldn’t be in a kitchen and which weren’t labelled with a warning. He sighed and decided that Sherlock would get an extra fridge for them in his laboratory soon. Maybe he should call Mycroft about it. It would be faster.
He had no idea how his rugby ball had ended in the kitchen, but he felt the immediate need to put it into a safer place. He was also curious why Lestrade wasn’t already with him and thought that he better checked on him and Sherlock. He didn’t expect to find both of them in the middle of something which seemed to be a test of Lestrade’s special training. Obviously the newly discovered things had given Sherlock some ideas.
“Oh, do you need him urgently, love?” Sherlock asked when John stepped in.
“No, go on,” John replied and went to a chair in a corner of the room to watch.
He had said before that he wouldn’t want to watch, but this looked far too interesting not to. Lestrade’s naked body was a mouth-watering sight. Sherlock had bound the slave’s wrists to his ankles which left Lestrade in a very vulnerable position with bent knees and spread legs. Sherlock was using some of the feathers on him and some clothes-pegs. He had placed them on Lestrade’s nipples, his navel, and the insides of his thighs. John knew that these old wooden pegs bit angrily, he had more than once pinched one of his fingers inside of them.
Lestrade was sighing quietly; Sherlock moved a feather across his cock and it reacted slowly to the very soft touch. He whimpered when Sherlock’s fingers pulled at one of the pegs.
“None of that,” Sherlock said warningly and slapped Lestrade’s stomach slightly.
“Yes, Master,” Lestrade answered quickly.
He kept still while Sherlock went on teasing him with the feather and pulling at some of the other pegs. His cock hardened to an impressive length and only his face revealed that he felt pleasure and pain at the same time. But he remained silent; Sherlock suddenly opened one of the pegs which were close to Lestrade’s crotch. Lestrade twitched, but didn’t scream. John was able to see one single tear on his face.
“Good boy,” Sherlock praised and closed his unoccupied hand around Lestrade’s cock.
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Sherlock let go of him and put a latex glove on; he added lubricant and pressed two fingers against Lestrade’s opening. The doctor in John objected, but he noticed soon that Lestrade was able to take them easily. John had never thought about himself as a voyeur, but he would be a liar if he said that he didn’t enjoy the show. He was already half hard himself.
Sherlock’s fingers obviously found Lestrade’s prostate, because the slave wasn’t able to suppress another whimper anymore; especially because Sherlock started to stroke his erection again.
“You’d never come without permission, wouldn’t you?” Sherlock asked using his interrogation voice.
“No, Master,” Lestrade moaned. “Of course, Master.”
“Very good,” Sherlock answered.
John swallowed and inwardly admired Lestrade’s self control; Sherlock was brilliant with his fingers and he knew that it was almost impossible to withstand him for long.
Sherlock stopped suddenly and opened the last remaining pegs on Lestrade’s nipples. The slave shivered and screamed before he managed to bit his lips again.
“Not bad,” Sherlock said. “Not bad for a start.”
He opened Lestrade’s restraints and ordered him to kneel next to the bed. Lestrade had difficulties to control his body but managed to do it. He knelt between Sherlock’s legs; his cock was very hard. John was again surprised that Lestrade behaved himself and didn’t try touching it.
“Fetch me my riding crop,” Sherlock ordered and pointed to a corner of the room.
Lestrade wanted to get up, but Sherlock’s hand was in his hair immediately.
“Crawl,” he ordered.
Lestrade moved on hands and knees without hesitation.
“Bring it like a good pet,” Sherlock said.
Lestrade lifted it with his mouth carefully and turned around to bring it to Sherlock. John was able to see his arse now. It was still open and looked slick and ready to be taken. He swallowed and forced himself to concentrate on Sherlock.
“That’s a good pet,” Sherlock praised and took the riding crop. “A good pet is allowed to suck his master’s cock. Come on, suck me.”
Lestrade understood and used his mouth to work Sherlock’s pyjama trousers out of the way. There was no underwear. He took Sherlock’s erection between his lips and started to suck him. Sherlock grabbed his hair with one hand and forced him down until he swallowed him completely.
“Yes,” Sherlock groaned. “Good boy.”
He held Lestrade’s head in place and moved his hips quickly. To John’s surprise the slave didn’t gag at all.
Sherlock started to hit Lestrade’s buttocks with the riding crop; matching the rhythm he sat with his hips. Lestrade moaned but didn’t even once twitch his jaw; his face was deeply flushed. John was impressed again; he would at least bite a bit.
Sherlock let go of Lestrade and pushed his head away; he hit his buttocks harder until Lestrade was visibly barely able to suppress the urge to protect them with his hands. Sherlock stopped, grabbed Lestrade’s hair again, and made him look into his eyes.
“Such a slut,” he said. “So many strokes and still so hard. You loved yesterday’s punishment, didn’t you?”
“I... I didn’t, Master,” Lestrade stammered.
“You fought so hard not to get an erection,” he said. “I knew that Mycroft chose a real slut. He tested you, didn’t he? Greedy bastard as he is. Answer!”
“He did, Master,” Lestrade answered and blushed even more.
“What did he do?” Sherlock replied.
Lestrade hesitated; that earned him a hard stroke across his already pink buttocks.
“You’re lucky that I have such a bad angle,” Sherlock groaned. “But I can change that. Answer.”
“He put me in lots of different bondage positions, Master,” Lestrade stammered.
“Bondage?” John wondered. “Mycroft and bondage?”
“Of course,” Sherlock replied. “He’s very interested in it; studied it in Japan. He has a special library about it; hidden behind a fake wall, because he doesn’t want our mother to know about it. Ask him, he’ll give you a tour.”
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“What else did he do?” Sherlock wanted to know. “Did he beat you?”
“He whipped me, Master,” Lestrade replied.
“As a punishment?” Sherlock asked quickly.
“No, Master,” Lestrade whispered.
Sherlock chuckled and pushed Lestrade’s head down again; the slave swallowed him easily and followed the rhythm Sherlock set with his hand. John knew why he wasn’t able to fulfil Sherlock’s sexual needs completely; he could never offer what Lestrade was able to do. He was a romantic guy, far too vanilla for Sherlock; so he had offered Sherlock to search for satisfaction elsewhere. It was strange to watch; he had never watched before. And he was very confused why it turned him on that much. It shouldn’t, but it did nevertheless. He was achingly hard.
Sherlock came with a deep groan; he held Lestrade’s head pressed to his body. Lestrade’s face was buried in his crotch while the slave swallowed.
“Very good,” Sherlock praised again. “Mycroft checked your talented mouth, too, didn’t he?”
Lestrade was only able to nod, because Sherlock’s cock was still deep inside of him. Sherlock chuckled again and let go of him finally. He moved forward and grabbed Lestrade’s erection; he gave him a few strokes which brought Lestrade close to a climax again. John saw how hard the slave had to fight his lust. Sherlock ‘helped’ with a few more strokes with the riding crop which seemed to cool Lestrade down, but not much.
Sherlock stopped and examined Lestrade’s face closely. He caressed the slave’s cheek and showed a content grin when Lestrade pressed his face against his palm.
“Well done,” Sherlock said. “Take a cold shower; John needs you for the others room. Check the bathroom, there’s a salve for your buttocks. You’re allowed to use it. You may go.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master,” Lestrade stammered and got up shakily.
He wanted to leave, but Sherlock ordered him back again. He moved the loop of the riding crop across Lestrade’s erection, tapped it gently, and stroked it teasingly.
“You’re mine; this is mine,“ he said. “Don’t touch it. You’re forbidden to climax. Maybe I’ll grant you an orgasm one day, but you’ll only get it for a perfect performance. You were very good today but far from perfect. Don’t think that you could hide an orgasm, I’d know. You wouldn’t like the consequences.”
“Of course, Master,” Lestrade stammered; his eyes were glued to the riding crop which was still stroking his erection.
“Go,” Sherlock ordered.
Lestrade almost ran and Sherlock sprawled across the bed with a satisfied grin.
“I didn’t expect that decluttering the flat would be so much fun,” he said.
“We’ll be finished in 2030 if you use every item you found for entertainment,” John teased.
“You enjoyed it,” Sherlock stated. “I’ll definitely keep the feathers. And the pegs are useful anyway.”
“They’d be more useful in the right place. I bought new ones, because I couldn’t find them the last time I did the laundry,” John said.
“You did enjoy it,” Sherlock repeated.
“Damn, yes, I did,” John admitted hesitatingly. “You saw it.”
Sherlock beamed and patted the space next to him.
“I’d love you to fuck me,” he said in his deepest voice.
John was over him in an instant.
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Amazing thus far. I'm holding my breath. Great writing!
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Lestrade now sat with them at their table and ate while they ate. Even Sherlock admitted that this was more useful, because Lestrade would save lots of time. He often used the slave for experiments and for his needs and he wasn’t a patient person when he wanted to try something. John liked it far better anyway; he enjoyed his food more when there wasn’t someone waiting in a corner of the room. He was happy to treat Lestrade like that. Sherlock wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t mind it very much, because it made John happy and it was practical for him. And it had annoyed Mycroft exceedingly during one of his short visits. It was always huge fun for Sherlock to annoy Mycroft and it had irritated the elder Holmes to find the slave in such an equal position.
John thought that even Lestrade got slowly used to it. The slave was very nervous about it for days, but he slowly accepted it and he seemed to like it. John had even managed to establish that Lestrade was allowed to talk during their meals without asking for permission. It had been impossible to convince Sherlock to forget the no speaking rule in general, but John was satisfied with the compromise so far.
He liked to have another person in 221B to talk to. Lestrade hadn’t been allowed to watch TV or read in his former homes, but he nevertheless knew a lot more about everyday culture, football, and rugby than Sherlock. John made sure to pass his newspaper and magazines to Lestrade as soon as he finished them. He saw no point in excluding a slave from information and entertainment. Lestrade was also allowed to watch TV with them when there wasn’t any work left and he was allowed to listen to music. The decluttering of 221B had produced a huge pile of stuff which wasn’t needed anymore and John had offered Lestrade to take whatever he had wanted from it before they had binned, donated or sold it. Lestrade had dared to keep a little stereo and a few books only; John had decided that it was at least a little progress.
He was also satisfied with the dynamics between Sherlock and Lestrade. Lestrade still feared Sherlock, but this had improved during the last weeks as well. The slave understood that Sherlock wouldn’t punish him arbitrarily or brutally. He even seemed to sort of enjoy whatever Sherlock did during their special sessions, even if Sherlock never granted him the slightest release.
There had been a few punishments, but only for minor stuff; mostly Lestrade had been punished because he had tried to do his chores in the middle of Sherlock’s experiments. Lestrade had already understood that John wouldn’t use corporal punishment. John had his commanding voice for everything which upset him and he used it on everybody whether the person was his slave or his husband.
John was sure that Lestrade’s presence even led to better sex between Sherlock and himself. In the past Sherlock had always left 221B while John was asleep to get whatever he needed. Now he was able to use Lestrade for it and this was way easier for John. John hadn’t objected to Sherlock’s adventures before; he had encouraged him to search them, because he had wanted him to be satisfied, but it was much easier to cope with it when he knew Sherlock’s partner. He had always dismissed the thought that he wanted to know any details about Sherlock’s nights out, but now that he was able to watch regularly, it was interesting and easier to understand. They mostly had amazing sex afterwards, because Sherlock loved to spend the aftermath of an encounter with Lestrade in John’s arms. John liked that, too. A worn out Sherlock was always adorable and it was a pleasure to fuck him and force another orgasm out of him before he passed out for hours.
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The slave’s ankles were bound to the table legs and his hands were tied on his back. A rope linked his collar to one of the opposite table legs and forced his chest down on the table. He was naked. Lestrade’s face was turned to Sherlock who ate deliciously smelling pasta and looked lost in reverie. John stepped close to him and kissed him tenderly. He pointed to Lestrade and gazed at his husband questioningly.
“He cooked so amazingly well today, he deserves a reward,” Sherlock said.
“It’s a reward?” John said. “It doesn’t look like one.”
“It is,” Sherlock said. “I already fed him his portion. And I have other plans, too.”
He pointed at a remote and John understood that it had something to do with the wires he noticed between Lestrade’s legs. There was a steel plug inside of the slave’s opening and an assortment of wires around his balls and cock. It reminded John of something he had seen as an instrument of torture during a lesson in Sandhurst, but he was sure that Sherlock meant what he said. It was very rarely that Sherlock enjoyed eating and when he did he looked as pleased as now. He wouldn’t do anything too painful to Lestrade. John at least hoped so; he said himself that he should stay and watch. He could have admitted that he was turned on immensely and curious, but he didn’t.
Sherlock pressed a button and a soft buzzing noise was audible. Lestrade took a deep breath and blushed immediately. John sat down at the far end of the table and watched Sherlock pressing some more buttons. Despite his restraints Lestrade started to move his body; he almost managed to move the table around. Sherlock chuckled and sat down on the table to make it heavier.
“Shush,” he said. “Mrs. Hudson is home. You don’t want her to come and check on us now, do you?”
John observed Lestrade’s face and was convinced that whatever the remote caused, it wasn’t painful at all. Lestrade’s face was full of pleasure and a short gaze under the table told John that the slave was terribly hard. Of course, there was also a cock ring around his erection.
“It’s easier for him like that,” Sherlock said. “Don’t want to spoil the moment with a quick orgasm. I want him to enjoy it as long as possible.”
“Oh,” John answered unable to form coherent words.
Lestrade groaned, whimpered, moaned, and made other noises John had never heard before. He finally noticed the battery which was placed next to the table and wondered if that was one of the toys Mycroft had provided. Obviously it was huge fun for Sherlock to experiment with it and huge fun for Lestrade to feel it. Sherlock slowed it down a bit because Lestrade was close to hyperventilation. Lestrade’s hands were closed to fists, his eyes were pressed shut, and his entire body was shaking and sweaty. John was impressed that he wasn’t screaming already.
Sherlock opened the rope which forced Lestrade down and helped him to stand. He wrapped his arms around him and bit his neck forcefully. Lestrade moaned and rested his head against Sherlock’s shoulder.
“I wonder if you want me to pull the plug out and fuck you,” he whispered loud enough for John to hear it. “John would like to see it.”
John didn’t know that he had wanted it, but he definitely wanted it now.
“Yes, please, Master, please,” Lestrade muttered.
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He almost felt as if Sherlock was fucking him, even if Sherlock would never fuck him as hard as he was fucking Lestrade now. Sherlock had one arm wrapped around Lestrade’s chest, holding him upright; his other hand was curled around Lestrade’s collar pulling it and choking him lightly. John stroked himself slowly; he was too close and didn’t want to come too soon.
“I can’t... I... Master, please,” Lestrade stammered. “Please...”
“Do you want to come?” Sherlock groaned. “Say ‘Please, Master, may I please come.’ Beg!”
“Please, Master,” Lestrade forced himself to moan. “May I please come, Master?”
“Yes, you may,” Sherlock answered, closed his hand around Lestrade’s cock, and worked him furiously.
Lestrade came immediately and hard; John had never seen a person coming that hard and with such an amount of sperm. Sherlock fucked him and jerked his cock during his climax; Lestrade was far away; his entire body shivered and twitched, spasms went through his limbs. He sank back down on the table the second Sherlock didn’t hold him upright anymore. Sherlock grabbed his hips and worked as hard as he could to finish soon after. He panted for air heavily and rested on Lestrade’s back for a moment until he pulled out and turned off the toys.
John’s eyes met his husband’s and Sherlock was kneeling in front of him instantly. John parted his legs, because he already knew what Sherlock intended to do. A second later Sherlock’s beautiful lips were closed around his cock. John closed his eyes and fought hard not to come immediately, but he couldn’t suppress his orgasm for long; Sherlock’s fingers and mouth were too clever for him.
“That was...,” he said. “I can’t describe how hot that looked.”
Sherlock grinned and helped John to get up.
“We should play together soon,” he suggested while nibbling on John’s ear.
“I’m not that exhausted, love,” John replied and slapped Sherlock’s arse lightly. “I still understand what you’re saying.”
Sherlock pouted playfully and pulled John towards the living room; John stopped him and pointed to Lestrade who was asleep and snoring quietly.
“Let’s free him and move him to the sofa,” he said. “He deserves a break. It’s not good for him to be tied up in such a position for long.”
Sherlock pouted again but agreed and opened Lestrade’s restraints. They carried the slave to the sofa, because he didn’t wake up. Sherlock complained, but John didn’t allow him to wake Lestrade forcefully.
“It’s your fault,” he replied. “You didn’t let him come for weeks and you used that infernal thing on him. What is it by the way?”
“Just a bit of electric stimulation,” Sherlock answered. “Mycroft sent one; it was in the box as a wedding present.”
“Your brother is unbelievable,” John stated and used the blanket he usually kept in stock for Sherlock to tuck Lestrade in.
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