Sweeney Todd paced back and forth in his room above Mrs. Lovett's pie shop as he awaited Judge Turpin's arrival. The man would be coming in soon for a shave, but would be receiving so much more. Sweeney stopped pacing and gazed out the window, allowing his mind to dwell on his hatred for the Judge, and his plan for revenge.
Sweeney had been shipped off to prison for a crime he did not commit, and he had recently learned that his wife Lucy was dead because of the Judge, who had then adopted his daughter Johanna as own. Anger filled his heart and all he could think of was his pressing desire to get revenge upon the man who had ruined his life. An evil smile twisted his features as he mentally went over his plot. He snapped back to reality as he heard a sharp rapping at his door. He quickly strode across the room and flung the door open.
"Evening," Judge Turpin said as he sauntered through the doorway, removing his coat and placing it on the coatrack as he walked toward Sweeney's barber chair in the middle of the room. "How about a shave?" he asked as he leaned his cane against the side of the chair.
Sweeney smirked as he closed the door, silently locking it, then turned to face Turpin. The Judge was now sitting in the barber chair awaiting his shave with his back to the door. "You know," he said as he began slowly pacing toward the Judge, "I heard the most interesting story recently. About you."
"Is that so?" Turpin replied, not sounding the least bit interested.
"Indeed. It was a story about a barber and his wife Lucy and daughter Johanna." Sweeney said slowly in a somber tone from where he stood behind the chair.
Turpin slowly turned around in the chair to face Sweeney, all colour draining from his face. "It is you," he said.
Sweeney nodded slowly. "Yes. It's me." he said before his face contorted with anger and he took a swing at the Judge, his fist connecting with Turpin's jaw, sending the older man toppling to the floor, his hand shooting to his face in a too-late attempt to block the attack.
Turpin quickly rolled onto his back and tried to sit up, but Sweeney was already on top of him, straddling his waist. "You ruined my life," he growled furiously as he wrapped his hands around the Judge's neck, clenching them tightly. "You ruined my life and I will get my revenge."
Judge Turpin struggled against the hands at his throat, trying desperately to pry them off. He took advantage of a brief relaxation in Sweeney's grip and roughly pulled the hands from his throat, causing Sweeney to lose his balance and fall foward on top of him. Turpin managed to throw Sweeney off of him and quickly rolled over & rose to his knees in an attempt to get up and escape, but Sweeney, who was much faster in his rage and was already off the floor, threw himself at the Judge, pinning him down on his stomach.
"I will have my revenge," Sweeney growled in Turpin's ear. Suddenly, the Judge's head flung back and smacked Sweeney hard in the side of his face with a loud crack. Sweeney cried out in pain and rage, but the Judge was able to slip out from under him and pull himself to his feet. He started quickly toward the door as Sweeney scrambled to his feet and chased after him, and slamming against him, pinned him to the door. He roughly turned the Judge to face him, glaring harshly. "You can't escape, I won't let you. I told you I will have my revenge, and you're not leaving until I do," he said.
"What - what're you going to do?" Turpin asked, the words catching in his throat. An evil smirk snaked across Sweeney's face as he thrust his hips forward against the Judge's groin. Turpin's eyes widened in horror as he felt Sweeneys hard cock press against him. "No, not that! Anything but that!" he pleaded desperately, making a feeble attempt to squirm out of his trap between the wall and the man who was pinning him there, but Sweeney woudln't budge.
"I won't let you get away," Sweeney said before his smirk turned into a twisted expression of rage and he threw the Judge to the floor. Turpin landed with a thud, and Sweeney wasted no time following. He quickly shed his trousers and underpants, then knelt beside the Judge and flipped him onto his back. He roughly undid Turpin's trousers and pulled them and his underpants down around his knees. Turpin kicked Sweeney's hands away and made another attempt at escape, rolling onto his hands and knees and crawling away. Sweeney laughed, not only at the sight before him, but at the realization that the Judge thought he was going to be able to save himself from what was going to happen, when in reality he was just presenting an easier target.
Turpin had only gotten as far away as the barber chair when Sweeney grabbed his hips from behind and entered him roughly, without preparing him or using any lubrication at all. The Judge screamed in pain, but Sweeney didn't care. He didn't give Turpin any time to adjust to the invasion before he pulled the entire way out and slammed into him again.
Sweeney continued his violent assault on Turpin, making sure to cause as much pain as possible with each thrust. The Judge's cries of pain slowly turned into moans and it became obvious to Sweeney that his actions were no longer punishing Turpin, but pleasuring him. Without missing a beat, Sweeney grabbed the cane leaning against the chair and smacked it hard across the top of Turpin's arse, causing the Judge to scream in pain once again and fall foward onto his elbows.
Sweeney used this new position to his advantage and continued to crack the cane across Turpin's arse as he thrust in and out of him as hard and rough as he could, his balls slapping against the Judge's his arse. Turpin's cries of pain never turned to moans this time, Sweeney made sure of that. With one final echoing smack of the cane, Turpin came with a scream, spilling his seed on the wooden floor beneath him. His muscles clenched with his orgasm, sending Sweeney over the top. He came deep inside the Judge, then collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the floor yet again. Only this time, Turpin didn't try to escape, but lay panting beneath his assailant.
After a long moment, Sweeney finally pulled out and stood up, causing Turpin to gasp as the cold air hit his sore and stretched arse. Sweeney dressed silently, then watched as the Judge slowly pulled himself to his feet and put his trousers back on. He then turned to face Sweeney, but kept his eyes on floor. "Get out," Sweeney said gruffly, without an ounce of remorse in his tone. Turpin collected his things and left without saying a word. Sweeney strode to the window and smirked to himself as he watched the Judge walk down the street and out of sight.