A/N: If you are looking for kinky smut, you are in the right place. If you are looking for any sort of intricate plot, fluff, or romance, you probably want to turn back now. What I lack in cute I make up for in kink.
John decided to take a stroll.
He decided that the weather was too nice that day to stay cooped up inside.
So he walked.
By himself.
Whistling.
Picturing the mess that was Sherlock back in 221B.
The thought of it made him smile.
"Sherlock," John had called from their bedroom.
Sherlock was in front of John before he could breathe.
"I'm bored," John pouted.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Entertain me."
"Yes, sir."
"Shirt off."
Sherlock quickly started unbuttoning his shirt. John sat down on the bed.
"Slower."
"Yes, sir."
Sherlock took the last four buttons at an almost agonizingly slow pace.
"Trousers off."
"Yes, sir."
Sherlock's belt buckle was undone and he was about to pull them off when John interrupted.
"Turn around."
"Yes, sir."
John admired the view of his pet's backside as the black fabric was pulled away.
Sherlock waited to be told to turn around.
"I've taught him well," John thought with a smile.
"You may turn around."
"Thank you, Sir."
John stood up and looked Sherlock up and down before removing Sherlock's pants with his teeth in one quick movement.
"Sir~" Sherlock moaned, trying to keep his balance.
"Yes, pet?"
"Nothing, sir."
John whacked Sherlock across the face with an open palm.
"Sorry, sir."
John smiled and kissed him, "I forgive you, pet."
Sherlock smiled, "Thank you, sir."
"Sit."
"Yes, sir"
"Lie down."
"Yes, sir."
"Arms out."
"Yes, sir."
"Legs spread."
"Yes, sir."
John fastened Sherlock to the posts on their bed tightly with their many pairs of black leather handcuffs. John made sure they were on very tightly.
"Pet?"
"Yes, sir."
"Eyes closed."
"Yes, sir."
Sherlock's choker and blindfold were slipped on over his head.
John stepped back at the foot of the bed and admired his canvas. He lit the candles on the bureau and took out the box of toys.
He lined them up: Vibrator (Plastic), Vibrator (Metal), Leather Whip, Metal Whip, Gag, Matches, Cock ring, nipple clamps, Cock Ring/Nipple Clamp, Lead Brick.
Under the bed was a spreader bar. Attached to the ceiling was a hook.
He smiled and picked up the leather whip.
He knelt on the mattress between Sherlock's legs and ran the cool leather up the inside of the immobilized man's thigh.
He hit the sensitive skin with it, leaving a bright red spot.
John's mouth used the redness as a target and began to suck on the sensitive place.
"Oh... Sir... That feels... Amazing!"
John pulled the choker closed for two seconds, cutting off Sherlock's talking and air supply.
John stood up on the bed and ran the whip down the naked form below him.
With a tight rush of air, the whip left another mark in the center of Sherlock's chest.
And another on the last of the ribs on his left side.
And just below his belly button.
And on his groin.
And other leg.
"Sir..."
"What do you say, pet?"
"Thank you."
John smiled, "Perfect." He got off of the bed and returned the whip to it's spot on the bureau.
He picked up the Cock Ring and Nipple Clamps.
John sat down cross legged between Sherlock's spread thighs and put them on the other man.
John cut off Sherlock's air before he could make a sound.
Sherlock's breathing shook as John took his shaft in his mouth.
Slowly at first, John teased the underside up and down, occasionally stopping to nip at the tip. With one hand, he teased the balls and the other stroked Sherlock's thigh.
"Sir...!" Sherlock moaned out.
John bit the end of the shaft and looked up, "Yes, pet?"
"I..."
John reached over and cut off Sherlock's air for thirty seconds.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
John returned to the his toys and carefully selected the cold metal vibrator.
John turned back with cold eyes to Sherlock.
"Do you forgive me, Sir?"
"You interrupted me, pet."
"I'm sorry, sir. I love you, sir."
"And I you, pet."
John shoved the vibrator into Sherlock, angling it so that it was hitting his prostate.
"Ah! Sir! That is wonderful!"
John switched it on to a pitifully low setting. He made sure the cock ring was on tightly and the handcuffs were still tight.
He turned off the lights to Sherlock's blindfolded face.
"Be back later, pet."
"Maybe I'll go for a walk..." John thought.
A/N: "Thank you for reading! Please review!" Doesn't seem very appropriate. You're welcome, pet.