Sherlock Holmes woke up tied to a bed. That was always a pleasant way to wake up. His eyes searched for his lover, but he frowned as he could not find him. This made the man pout and pull against his restraints slightly. He didn't like to be left. He wanted to feel cool hands against his heated flesh. He wanted to feel warm lips against his own. The door opened and in stepped Moriarty.
"You're awake. Good," he said with a warm smile, "I was just getting some refreshments." The criminal genius set a tray off to the side. Sherlock noted it held a bottle of champagne, strawberries, chocolate and various other goodies that he could only imagine were going to end up on his body.
"You kidnapped me," Sherlock said.
"I left a note for Johnny boy so he wouldn't worry," Jim said, "You're spending the week with your master."
Sherlock shivered. A week with his master sounded like heaven to him. Seven days of blissful torment under his master's care.
"You could have sent a car for me," Sherlock pointed out, "You know I would never refuse you Master."
"I know, but it was so much more fun to kidnap you," Jim said, running his fingers through Sherlock's dark curls. He leaned over and kissed his willing captive. Sherlock submitted to the kiss eagerly. It lasted for several minutes before Jim broke away.
"How about those refreshments," he said. He opened the bottle of champagne and dribbled it over Sherlock's chest, letting it run down into his navel. Sherlock shivered. He knew what was coming next. He gave a soft little gasp as Jim bent over and sucked the alcohol from his navel giving him a little bite as he did.
"M-Master!" Sherlock gasped as he was bitten. It was painful, but turned him on like crazy.
"Mmm... my sweet little pet," Jim purred, "Do you want some?"
"Yes, please Master," Sherlock mewled. He opened his mouth and Moriarty poured a splash of champagne into it. Sherlock savored it.
"You're so good to me Master," Sherlock said, looking up at him adoringly. He moaned as more champagne splashed onto his body. It was cool and the bubbles tickled him.
"Such a good boy," Jim purred as he licked and nibbled over Sherlock's body. Next he took some freshly sliced fruit and scattered it on his lover's body before he took a bottle of chocolate syrup and drizzled it all over him. Sherlock was panting softly. He felt so dirty and naughty and it made him so horny.
"Oh Master... I want your cock.." he panted.
"Ah ah," Jim lovingly scolded him, "You don't get your treat until after your Master eats."
Jim loved to torment him and took his time, running his tongue all over Sherlock's body, lapping up the chocolate syrup and biting roughly every place his had dropped a piece of fruit. He took a piece of strawberry in his teeth and held it to Sherlock's lips before kissing him deeply. Sherlock moaned as the taste of chocolate and strawberries overwhelmed him.
"You want your treat now baby?" Jim asked.
"Please Master... I need you..." Sherlock was very hard. He was desperate for his Master. Jim was just getting started though. He had seven days to torment his pet. He took great pleasure as Sherlock tugged at his restraints. The consulting criminal poured a generous amount of chocolate syrup over his half-hard cock and straddled his lover's chest.
"Make it hard," he ordered him. Sherlock eagerly obliged, opening his mouth and taking the cock deep inside. His own cock twitched with excitement. He swirled his tongue, tasting the chocolate and his Master. It was delicious. Jim rocked his hips slowly, fucking Sherlock's mouth, almost making the detective gag. He loved this. He looked down at Sherlock's rosy cheeks. He always looked so cute when his mouth was full of cock. He reached down and grasped Sherlock's curls, jerking his hips roughly, making the beautiful man's eyes water with tears as the thick organ choked him. He didn't dare complain, only took it, sucking and eagerly tried to please his Master. Jim would have loved to fuck Sherlock's mouth until he came, but it wasn't very fair to his sweet little pet who had been so well behaved and sucked him so well. He was hard now, his cock thick and heavy.
"You want me to fuck your ass don't you baby?" he asked as he pulled out of his mouth slowly. Sherlock moaned and whimpered, wriggling under his lover. When he got like this, his ability to articulate was diminished. He just needed his Master. He needed him so much. Jim took out a knife and cut the bonds on his lover's ankles so he could position him.
"Oh God Sherlock," Jim purred, "You have the best ass I've ever seen."
He poured a generous amount of oil on him so he wouldn't hurt his love. He slid in easily. Sherlock gasped and moaned.
"M-Master... oh please... fuck me hard. I need you so much..." he begged. Jim began to move, rocking his hips roughly. It was perfection. They moved together.
"You sucked your Master so well," Jim praised him, "Now you get your reward baby. You like that?"
"Yes! Yes Master! Fuck me!" Sherlock screamed, pulling at his bonds. Jim bit on his neck, leaving a rough purple mark there.
"I... Oh Master... Please can I cum... I feel so good... Please Master!" Sherlock begged, rocking his hips with Jim, always wanting just a little more. A little harder; a little deeper; just a little more. He screamed when he came and was left panting heavily
"Good..." Jim breathed, having came inside him when his lover tensed up in his orgasm, "You're going to cum an awful lot this week. We'll take a little break and then go again, ok?"