Pleasant moments passed in silence until Mycroft found his wine glass empty. Leaving John still perfectly posed he returned to the kitchen for a refill. He noticed the new additions to the table at once, contemplating them as he poured. With his glass full he leaned back against the counter, sipping slowly while he took them in fully. Fastened to each leg of the table were thick silver chains connected to wide, black leather edged metal shackles, the base of each firmly bolted into the table leg for stability. Obviously John had obtained them and attached them to the table in preparation for tonight, even kept them quietly secured and covered during their meal. He could see how the chains looped around a hook on the inside of the table legs so they did not move until they were removed. There were also several locking clamps hanging along the chain which could be removed and placed as needed, presumably to tighten or provide slack in the chains.
Mycroft smiled slowly. Oh John certainly did know how to make him happy. He always took great pleasure in deducing John's desires, and though this seemed rather straightforward there was always something more for him to determine. It was all a part of their play, just another reason John was so perfect for him. Knowing at this point that John was perfectly attuned to every sound and movement he made, in order to catch any instructions he must follow, Mycroft approached the table and unhooked the first chain. Letting it fall to the floor with a satisfying rattle and thunk he moved to the next chain. He did not rush as he repeated the process for each chain until they all hung loose and waiting to serve their function, knowing John's arousal would already be increased just from these sounds alone.
Collecting his glass he returned to the sitting room, observing John as he did so. John had not moved at all, he had long ago mastered control of his body in this state. However, his cock was once more swollen, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs leaking precum slowly in anticipation of Mycroft's next move. Mycroft smirked at the visible proof of the correctness of his assertions, certain John was already imagining himself chained to the table being fucked in some way.
As he walked over to John he couldn't help but admire the sleek hardness of the body before him. The definition of muscle in buttocks and thighs, abdomen and arms; training with the security detail had long ago returned John to his military ready strength and tone. Though Mycroft had always loved John, the man was positively sinful now and his own cock stirred again seeing this gorgeous man, knowing he was his and his alone.
Mycroft knelt beside John, reaching his hand out to comb softly through his hair. John's eyes opened readily and met his with an eager gaze. Mycroft took a large sip of wine before tugging John's head sharply forward to meet his lips. He kissed deeply spilling the aromatic wine into John's mouth while he in turn hummed softly, swallowing greedily and sucking Mycroft's tongue for every last drop. When he pulled away, he met those eyes again. "How are you feeling love? Okay? Would you like some more?"
John smiled, "Yes sir. I am fine sir. I would like some more please."
Mycroft returned the smile as he took another large sip and brought his lips to John's once more. As they parted again Mycroft began, "There seem to be some new additions to the kitchen table John, would you care to tell me about them?" He was rewarded immediately as John blushed beautifully while his pupils began to dilate.
"They are a surprise sir, for our anniversary. I thought you would enjoy them sir," he answered shyly.
John was in no way shy but he was an excellent submissive, able to please his Dom in even the smallest ways. Shy, blushing, vulnerable John was one of the sexiest things in the world to Mycroft, appealing to his need to take care of John at the same time it stoked his urge to dominate him. "Did you indeed, John?" He halted John immediate reply with a single finger pressed firmly to his lips. "Don't you mean that you would enjoy if I used them? Used them to chain you to that table and fuck you? Keep you on that table and use you all night long in any way I see fit? Or even leave you there and do absolutely nothing. Isn't that what you actually meant John?"
John drew in a shaky breath to reply with a whispered, "Yes sir. That is what I meant…..what I wanted. Please." John looked at him expectantly.
Mycroft had every intention of doing exactly that but he wouldn't give in to John that easily. "I see. You thought you would get to determine what I would do tonight? That you would have some control?" John shook his head and tried to answer but was prevented by the two fingers now pressed over his lips. "You should know much better than that by now John. If you can not remember your place then I shall have to consider a punishment to remind you." Again John tried urgently to proclaim himself innocent of the charge leveled by his Dom only to be met with one hand pressed over his mouth and the other gripping his head tightly by the hair. "Shhh…..be silent John. You do not get to talk yourself out of a punishment with sweet words. It has been sometime since you were properly punished. My fault really for being so busy and not taking a proper hand to you earlier. Well I shall rectify that tonight. You will not speak again unless I ask you a direct question. I will not stop you from making any sound but you will not speak. Do you understand?"
Released at last so he could reply John nodded vigorously, "Yes sir. I understand sir. I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to presume…" He trailed off into silence as Mycroft rose and left him. He remained still and listened intently as Mycroft rummaged in their bag. Then there was silence. Mycroft did not return to in front of him but he knew better than to try and look so he stayed as he was.
"You know I truly love seeing you bent over and spread for me John. I always have, ever since the first time, I love seeing my cum dripping out of you. Knowing that I fucked you, I marked you, no one else has ever done what I get to do to you John and I can't tell you just how much pleasure that gives me."
John flinched slightly as he felt a single finger trace up from his balls and over his perineum to his moist hole. Even without seeing he knew Mycroft was gathering a rolling drop of cum from his asshole. Then he heard a soft pleased hum and could imagine the sight of that single long finger passing between Mycroft's lips as he licked and sucked it clean. John moaned softly, instantly more aroused than a moment before. Cum play had turned out to be quite a fetish for John. Something most would think of as filthy he found exciting. He would never admit it to anyone outright but Mycroft knew and indulged him willingly. But what would he do tonight, John wondered. His thoughts quickly scattered when he felt Mycroft's hand on his lower back at the same time two fingers were thrust deep inside his ass.
Avoiding the prostate, Mycroft slowly fucked his fingers into John for a moment collecting the warm viscous fluid still coating his rectum. Once he was ready, Mycroft moved quickly. He pulled his dripping fingers from John at the same time he yanked his head back firmly with his other hand causing John to gasp. Mycroft pushed his long fingers deep into John's mouth and commanded, "Suck!"
The command wasn't even necessary as John instantly wrapped his tongue around the cum drenched fingers, lapping around and between the fingers as he closed his mouth to suckle them as well. He moaned obscenely at the taste of Mycroft's cum mixed with the earthy tang of his ass, literally the essence of them.
"Yes...you like that don't you John? You like eating my cum from your own asshole don't you my nasty little bitch! I could probably stand here collecting it in a spoon and feed it to you and you would still love it, begging me for more like the greedy slut you are." Mycroft fucked his fingers into John's mouth for a moment before taking them away only to plunge three fingers back into John's ass this time. He still avoided John's prostate but thrust his fingers in vigorously, twisting his hand around to scoop up even more cum.
"Oh yes sir!" John had answered before moaning once more. Trying hard not to thrust onto Mycroft's fingers as he hoped for their return to his mouth. To his great pleasure, Mycroft allowed him more of his treat as the three fingers were pressed into his mouth. John sucked and licked happily against the thrusting fingers making little contented sounds as he did, until Mycroft spoke again.
"Well I'd best leave some there for me. You know how much I love fucking your ass with my tongue John. Enough for you now."
The fingers disappeared and John whined, "Oh please sir….please give me more?!"
His lapse earned him a sharp slap to one firm mound, the skin instantly warming with the hot sting of a hand print. "I believe John, I told you to remain silent unless you were asked a direct question." A second slap marked the other cheek as well, "And I am the one who decides what you get and when you get it John. You seem to be having trouble remembering that tonight. I shall have to remind you so that you remember better in the future."
John whimpered softly as Mycroft left him once more but it was more from shame than pain. He had let his Dom down on tonight of all nights. He would deserve his punishment, not that it wouldn't be enjoyable as well. John sensed Mycroft approaching him once more and looked up, his eyes widened briefly when he saw what lay in Mycroft's hand. The red rubber ball gag was large enough to stretch John's mouth wide and prevent him from speaking but not from making sounds or breathing easily. Mycroft held the black strap and let the gag dangle in front of John.
"Since you can't seem to remain silent tonight, I shall give you some help," he spoke firmly, his voice without tenderness at the moment, only the firm command of a Dom. John met his eyes and opened his mouth for the gag. Mycroft placed it well back in John's mouth and buckled it securely around John's head. Once he was satisfied with the placement, he pushed John's head down onto the back of the chair. Returning to stand behind John, he ran his hands over the warm red handprints on his ass. He carefully knelt behind his sub, "Now I believe I was right about here before I was interrupted. Back to business." Without further ado he leaned forward and plunged his tongue as far as he could manage into John's leaking hole. John jerked in surprise crying out behind the gag as Mycroft wasted no time ravaging his ass with that long wicked tongue. There was no careful teasing, no flicking tongue, just long swipes of the flat tongue over and around his hole followed by the deep probing strikes of said tongue once again.
John was trembling in pleasure. He had never known how good this could be until the first time with Mycroft, and his Dom was a master with his tongue. John could not stop moaning, his cock was forming a puddle of pre-cum on the chair, his breathing had sped up and he fought thrusting his ass onto the invading appendage. He groaned loudly when Mycroft's hand wrapped around his swollen cock. He knew he was not going to be allowed to come again yet. This was going to be exquisite torture and he had learned to love it. The world no longer existed, only the two of them and their pleasure with and for each other.
Mycroft stroked John's cock firmly and steadily while he tongued the hole now twitching around him each time he pressed forward. He knew John's own climax was building but he wasn't kidding about earning his next orgasm. He was going to have to please Mycroft very well to get what he wants in the end. Mycroft pressed his tongue in once more, sealed his mouth over the puckered flesh and began to suck hard as he jerked John faster.
John could never stop the buck of his hips when Mycroft did that, too many nerve endings stimulated, the sensations too intense. He let out a muffled scream behind his gag, wanting desperately to fuck, or be fucked, to come and come for days, losing himself in the overwhelming sensations coursing through him; his body still fighting for the release his mind knew he would not get. He would never understand how Mycroft knew the exact moment to stop in order to deny his orgasm but it never failed to be perfectly timed. This time was no exception, just as John felt the crest of an explosive orgasm begin, the mouth was removed and long fingers gripped his cock tightly. John didn't even moan, merely lay there panting while the sensations ever so slowly started to recede.
Mycroft soothed him as he calmed, his free hand petting his back in light, long strokes from neck to ass. "So good John….You handled that so well love….I'm proud of you…..shhhh now."
The words of praise comforted and pleased John at the same time, relieved to have done something to have made up for his failing earlier. The intense arousal began to subside with the quiet praise, bringing John back to the present to focus once more on the desires of his Dom.
Mycroft sensed the change and released John's cock gently, "Time to get up now love." He helped John raise up with hands beneath him shoulders, then steadied him as he rose knowing he would be a bit stiff from being in position so long. Once John stood before him easily, he rubbed over his shoulders and down his arms, easing the tension in the muscles there. "Okay?" That was all he asked John by way of checking his readiness to continue. He received a sharp nod in reply as his only indication from John. He dropped his hands and stood back looking over John, circling him to take in the full picture. Gag still in place, wrists still bound behind him, chest still slightly flushed with arousal, the fading handprints still visible on his tight ass…..oh he was simply stunning. Mycroft growled his appreciation softly into John's ear, "Mine you gorgeous creature! All mine!"
John closed his eyes and sighed, enjoying the jolt of excitement the words sent through him.
Mycroft backed away reaching for the small side table and the long narrow package there. Holding it up he addressed John once more, "Another gift for me then? Another surprise for our anniversary? I suspect it is much like the first one, is it not?"
John met his eyes then looked away as he nodded in embarrassment.
Mycroft narrowed his gaze studying John a moment before replying. "Well lets at least see what it is then." John's eyes darted back to him as he began to peel the paper from the box. Once the paper was gone he immediately recognized the name of one of their favorite shops, the place they had gotten John's collar in fact. Eying John with one raised eyebrow, he removed the lid of the box and revealed its prize. A sleek, black leather riding crop lay in the bed of red tissue paper. Just over two feet in length with three-inch leather tab at the tip it was a thing of beauty. But the distinguishing feature of this riding crop was the handle, thicker than most standard crops it was comprised of a series of leather straps woven around the core of the handle ending in a tightly tied knot of braided leather. Mycroft glanced at John as he lifted the crop from the box, noting the blush on his face and increased respirations as he averted his eyes once more. Mycroft thought it odd but continued his exam before continuing his deductions. The handle was nicely weighted and fit his hand perfectly. He studied the handle in closer detail noting that indeed the diameter was larger than average. The knot was easily an inch and a half in diameter on its own then the remainder of the handle tapered down to approximately three-fourths of an inch where it met the shaft of the crop. Mycroft continued to assess the crop for a few moments before coming to his conclusion. The crop was not of standard production, this crop had been designed and custom-made to specifications he assumed John had dictated. Mycroft almost dropped the thing as he realized John had just given him a custom-made riding crop, presumably to use on him. This was something new and strange, something unusual for John, something Mycroft would have to deduce and puzzle out. He soon found himself smiling broadly at John, so grateful and enamoured by the gift.
"Thank you John. It is indeed beautiful. I shall take great delight in determining how best to put it to use at a later time." He carefully watched John as he spoke. He had been met with eyes that sparked with excitement and an obviously interested cock. However when he indicated he would put off the exploration for later time, the shadow of disappointment passed over John's face before he covered it with stoic acceptance. Oh whatever John wanted with the crop, he wanted it very badly…..wanted it tonight. Mycroft knew John had not suddenly developed a taste for pain just as he had no wish to inflict it upon him. Beyond some spanks or slaps here and there, it just was not a part of their play. Mycroft unconsciously tapped the crop against his leg as he thought. Noting John's rapt attention on the crop he knew he would have to figure out this puzzle but nothing was coming to his aid at the moment. So for once he decided to wing it, just try a little of this and that to see if it helped, besides he had more of John's punishment planned.
Strolling over to John he let the tip of the crop barely trace over calf and thigh, hip and chest, down his arm and then up to his chin where he urged John's gaze up to meet his. John had kept his eyes on the crop the whole time, but Mycroft noted the way his breath still caught when the it touched his naked skin. Once John's attention was focused properly he continued. "I think it shall require quite a bit of my deductive skill to judge about this gift John and believe me my mind shall be intensely diverted by the mystery, however…..we have a punishment to get to don't we John?"
John's eyes had brightened and widened a bit before he nodded in response.
Mycroft took a tissue from the box on the small table and wiped the saliva drooling from John's mouth before kissing his cheek. "Very well then." He lowered the riding crop and took John's elbow, guiding him into the kitchen. He unlocked and removed the wrist cuffs, rubbing at John's arms and wrists briefly before turning him around. He took great pleasure in giving his next commands and watching John flush as his pupils tried to dilate even more if that were possible.
"Up on the table John. Lie back with your hands over your head. Knees bent, feet on the edge of the table, then don't move."
John scrambled to obey, hoping Mycroft would fulfill his fantasy after all. Once he was in position he stilled, realizing how obscenely he was spread out for Mycroft's use only heightened his arousal. Oh he truly was going to love this anniversary.
Mycroft lay the crop beside John on the table, moving silently to the end of the table he gathered the first chain. Locking the thick shackle around John's compliant wrist gave him an intense feeling of power he had never quite had before. It was intoxicating. He moved on to the second chain, binding the other wrist before drawing the two wrists together, locking the clips that held the shackles together. He adjusted and tightened the chains until John's wrists rested just over the edge of the table. There was still a small amount of slack but he hadn't finished just yet. He still remained silent as he made his way back to John's feet. He secured the shackles to each ankle but did not tighten the chains yet, that would come in a bit, for now he wanted John to obey without the restraint. Standing at the end of the table he pressed John's knees apart until he let his legs fall open wide. He growled at the sight before him. John completely bound, chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation, cock thick and twitching with arousal. Mycroft's gaze sweeping over John's body in this position caused the bound man to moan softly. Mycroft had never had John like this, not truly bound and at his complete mercy, his own cock throbbed in fierce delight at the prospect. He was beginning to see why John chose this surprise for their anniversary. A final small piece of trust between them, giving himself completely over to Mycroft's use….his full control and dominance. Mycroft at last raised his eyes to meet John's, equally as tender as they were excited, and offered a small nod and a smile in acknowledgement of the words unspoken in this gift. John had difficulty smiling with the gag but his eyes sparkled as he returned the small nod and closed his eyes with a sigh, relaxing into his position, waiting for Mycroft's next move. Mycroft thought he would love to keep John spread just like this for an evening just to look at him like this…..use him as he pleased, absently he noted that he would need to add another set of chains with some straps to hold John's thighs apart if he was to do that. Another time then. At last he spoke, "I won't tighten the chains on your feet just yet, I want you to remain just like this for me." He waited only for John to nod and then stepped away from the table.
John sighed softly, so far enjoying the restraints even more than he had thought he would. Now he could only hope Mycroft would successfully deduce his desire for the crop and this evening would be perfect. He could hear Mycroft rummaging about and definitely recognized the sounds of their bag. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stop thinking so he could sink even further into his own subspace. He focused on the weight of the shackles, the noise of the chains shifting, the stretch and pull in his body as he waited for whatever Mycroft decided to do next.
Mycroft observed John as he returned with his collected items, his eyes were closed and his body completely relaxed though he stayed perfectly in position. He knew John was lost to everything but sensations and him at this point. Smiling fondly as he approached, Mycroft trailed his long fingers over one ankle, up a well muscled calf and over a firm thigh before teasing over the solid cock. John's body twitched in response, his breath catching slightly as he tried to press into the feather-light fingers for more contact. Mycroft chuckled softly as he continued his path over the firm abdomen and chest, just brushing nipples on his way to John's throat where he spread his hand over the leather collar and pressed against it holding him to the table. He brushed the knuckles of his free hand against brow, temple, and cheek before following it with his lips, whispering in reverence, "So beautiful my soldier…..all mine aren't you?" John hummed softly and leaned into the kiss in response, still not opening his eyes.
Mycroft forced himself to pull away and picked the riding crop up from the table. He began to trail the thick leather tip over John's body again, watching closely for his responses as he talked. "I believe I said a punishment was in order…...a reminder of just who was in charge when we are engaged in play isn't that right?" John breathed deeply, greatly enjoying the smooth leather caressing him as he imagined the potential of the crop, so focused on it that he failed to respond. Mycroft still had little to go on as far as the crop so continued trying things out. Merely by instinct he raised the crop and snapped the tip sharply against John's left nipple. John grunted softly in surprise, eyes flying open at last, already hazy with arousal. He couldn't seem to decide whether to focus on Mycroft or the crop. Mycroft watched as the nipple reddened and hardened at once. Oh he liked that response but he was still trying to deduce John so he quickly repeated the action to the right nipple. He observed John's flared nostrils, rapid blinking over glazed eyes, and increased breathing along with an interested twitch from his cock. So…..likes that then...but surprised by it.
"I believe I asked you a question John? Does your punishment need to include a refresher on manners as well?"
John managed to drag his gaze from the crop to Mycroft as the question finally reached him. He carefully shook his head in reply.
Mycroft slapped the crop sharply against his palm, John's pupils were so dilated barely any color remained as he blinked in response. "We shall see John. We shall see." He returned the crop to John's chest rubbing over the now sensitized nipples, moving slowly down until the leather caressed his erection. He allowed the crop to linger watching as John's eyes darted sharply up to his as he attempted to somehow protect his most intimate area, slight fear was the predominant emotion this time. A sharply raised eyebrow was enough to send John back into position before Mycroft gave the slightest shake of his head with a soft shush to allay that fear, moving the crop on to the expanse of spread thighs before him. He quickly marked the insides of each thigh with the crop causing John's hips to jerk as he gasped for breath and let out a low whine in his throat. Mycroft caressed the red marks tenderly as he met John's gaze once more. "For doubting me," was all he said. He continued, swiping the crop over John's balls and across his ass before pressing the leather against his perineum. Noting instantly how John subtly lifted his hips, trying to rub himself against the crop. Interesting. Exploring and deductions finished for the moment he lay the crop aside, once more noting John's apparent disappointment, however he was far from finished with the crop for tonight. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a thick black cock ring, holding it up for John to see before it was secured firmly around his erection.
John groaned at the sight knowing his punishment would be intense as the cock ring could only safely stay on for thirty minutes. His nipples and thighs still tingled from the sting of the crop, his enjoyment of the marking still new, and his cock now began to throb as well. Whatever Mycroft had planned it would be as much excruciating torture as it would also be exquisite pleasure. He didn't have to wait long as he felt something blunt press firmly against his entrance before filling him completely. He moaned and closed his eyes once more as Mycroft began to fuck the dildo….vibrator, he didn't even know, in and out of him. He only knew that it felt amazing and Mycroft knew just how to torment him. He would pull out and push the head in and out shallowly, stimulating the tight ring of muscle. Then he would thrust it in deep making sure to hit John's prostate. The cock ring would prevent any release but Mycroft added insult to injury by gripping the swollen cock and stroking it steadily with the thrusts of the toy. John flexed his arms against the shackles and chains seeking some distraction from the growing need for release. Mycroft's position between his thighs prevented him from moving his lower body as well, still he tried to fuck himself onto the toy and into the tight fist unable to fight the instinct though his mind knew it would be fruitless. Then suddenly everything stopped. Mycroft had released his cock and left the toy buried deep within him as he stepped back. John could only blink slowly in dazed confusion as Mycroft lowered first one leg from the table then the other. The toy pressed tightly against John's prostate in this position as his knees dangled over the edge of the table. The sound of chains rattling finally pierced his hazy thoughts and he felt a sharp tug at his ankle as the slack in the chain was tightened. Soon both ankles were securely bound to the table legs pinning him down and keeping the toy wedged deep in his ass. Mycroft returned to his arms as well, removing the last bit of slack left in those chains also.
Then he was gone.
John wondered if this was to be his punishment then, to be bound and ignored. Anything was possible. He flexed against the chains once more, testing their weight and how they felt. He had practically no ability to move, he couldn't see where Mycroft was nor what he was doing. He now had given up every last scrap of control he possessed to Mycroft, which was the point of the gift after all. Yes, they had never tried bondage to this degree and yes, John wanted to try it, but on tonight of all nights when he asked Mycroft to marry him he had wanted to be able to give every last bit of himself to the man he loved. Trusting him fully with any and everything he could have possibly held back before now. He found he enjoyed the feeling of being bound a great deal, waiting for the will of his lover, the anticipation of what would happen next, the knowledge that at some point he was being watched….observed…..bound and helpless. He lost himself in these new sensations, all awareness of time, all concern….gone, trusting that Mycroft would take care of him and keep him safe once more. He was starting to believe he could fall asleep just like this when the jolt of the toy pulsing deep within shocked him instantly into straining against his restraints as his body tried to arch up from the table. The pulse was over almost as quickly as it had begun, leaving him breathless and all of his nerve endings on fire, uncertain of what would come next even as he craved it.
Mycroft sat across the room in Sherlock's chair watching John, his submission so complete, so perfect he found himself fighting his own heated arousal once more. He held the remote to the vibrator in his hand…..waiting in silence. Just as John caught his breath again he turned the toy back on at its lowest setting causing the bound man to moan and twitch. Mycroft increased the speed incrementally, watching John come apart as the vibrations against his prostate grew stronger. By the time he reached the highest setting, John's head was thrashing from side to side, his body taut against his bindings and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, cock rigid purple and weeping against his belly while John moaned and cried against his gag intermittently. He was staggeringly beautiful like this and Mycroft appreciated the gift he had been given all the more. He turned off the toy abruptly leaving John whimpering softly behind his gag, tears of desperation falling from his eyes, and panting heavily as his body tried to relax. Mycroft forced himself not to press his hand against his own erection while he gave John just a moment of reprieve. As John caught his breath in a long shuddering sigh, Mycroft rose from his chair thumbing the control to high instantly. John screamed and jerked hard against his chains. Mycroft crossed the distance quickly to bring this punishment to an end. John didn't even register his presence, so lost in his own pleasure/pain at this point. Mycroft quickly released the cock ring, leaning over to speak low and direct into John's ear giving the command.
"Come for me."
John was on fire in a way he had never felt before, nerve endings sending signals throughout his system but the focus remained on the core of his body. His orgasm writhing deep in his groin eager to escape as the stimulation drove him to the brink of insanity. He had no way to know when this torturous pleasure would end, he could only endure. He was well beyond thought by the time the command came, operating by senses and instinct alone. His body froze, his scream unable to find voice as an intense orgasm ripped through him. Pulse after pulse of cum exploding from his abused cock to land across his chest and abdomen. Even as they slowed and his cock began to soften, the aftershocks still shook him. John couldn't remember ever being so overwhelmed by his own body and struggled to regain his equilibrium.
Mycroft watched it all with immense satisfaction, knowing that John had trusted him to take him apart so completely. His own arousal subsided somewhat as his focus became taking care of John. He could see how far gone his lover was and recognized the struggle he was having finding 'normal' again. Gently he released the shackles from both wrists and ankles lowering John's arms to his sides. Then he unbuckled the gag and eased it from John's mouth before carefully sliding the vibrator from his body, causing only a soft hum from his sub. He tried not to provide any undue stimulation to his strung out sub but spoke quietly as he worked praising John for doing so well…...so beautifully, and telling him how proud he was of him. He left only long enough to get a warm wet cloth, returning to carefully clean the drool from John's face, chin, and throat as well as the cum from his chest and abdomen. When he was finished John was still well under and Mycroft knew this recovery would take some time. Sliding his arms under John's knees and behind his shoulders he lifted him easily from the table and carried him to the sofa where he would be more comfortable. He arranged him on his side with a pillow for his head and tucked the warm blanket from the back of the sofa over him. Fully expecting John to doze lightly or outright sleep for a bit, Mycroft procured a book and prepared a cup of tea before sitting on the other end of the sofa by John's feet. He rested his left hand over one ankle just so John could know he was there then proceeded to read and drink his tea while John recovered himself.
It only took ten minutes or so for John to come around. Waking with a small start, he blinked slowly to orient himself, turning at last towards Mycroft when he felt pressure against his ankle.
"Welcome back love. You took your punishment so well that I shan't blame you for your absence. Now come here." John look a bit guilty as he scrambled awkwardly up to sit beside Mycroft as indicated. A possessive arm wrapped around his naked waist and held him close as Mycroft handed him a warm cup of tea. After months of practice it was easy enough to sense when John was rousing, he had prepared the tea just moments ago, returning to the sofa just before John woke. "Drink your tea love, there is still much to be done tonight."
John leaned against his Dom, enjoying the steady warmth of his body as he sipped his tea, answering softly, "Yes sir." Once he had finished his tea, Mycroft took his cup and returned it to the side-table.
He stroked his fingers through sandy blonde hair as he spoke. "I'm not nearly through using your delicious body for my pleasure John. And I still have some deducing to do as well." He had picked up the riding crop from the coffee table whispering in John's ear, "Spread your legs."
John responded instantly, his focus once more glued to the riding crop as it ran slowly up the inside of his thighs. Remembering the sharp sting of his last punishment for doubting Mycroft, John forced himself to keep his legs apart as the crop approached his cock which was once more showing interest in the proceedings.
Mycroft watched John, watched his body responding to the threat and tease of the crop, delighting in searching out the mystery of John's desire. He let the crop trace over his soldier until it was under the strong jaw. Pushing until John's head tilted back and he was looking at him, he spoke firmly, "Lay along the couch on your stomach and up on your elbows with your head at my lap." As John complied, he turned part-way around in his seat, pulling his left knee up onto the couch as well before he unzipped his trousers and released his long ignored erection. He wanted to see and be able to reach all of John spread out before him while he sucked his cock. He found he made his best deductions about what John wanted when his own dick was shoved down his throat. It made him very aware of even the smallest of John's responses. When John was in position he didn't bother with further commands, merely twisting his fingers in the short hair before him and groaning deeply as he shoved the warm mouth down onto his shaft. John needed little instruction in pleasing Mycroft this way and immediately began sucking and lapping at the swollen cock, taking it deep into his throat and swallowing repeatedly. Mycroft shivered in response, his cock buried deep in John's throat still one of his favorite pleasures. However, he needed to last a bit longer this time. Tugging at the tousled head again until he drew John's eyes up to his, "Slower. I want it to last." He laid the tip of the crop along one cheek and felt John's breath stutter along his cock as his eyes fell half closed in response.
Mycroft wanted to let his head fall back against the sofa and thrust into that moist heat but couldn't indulge that urge at the moment. Eying the body spread out before him he allowed the crop to travel slowly over each curve, every taunt line, until he reached the swell of perfect ass once more. He tapped one thigh indicating his command to spread once more. John complied slowly, his breathing having become more ragged and his eyes fallen closed again under the touch of the crop though he in no way shirked in his cock-sucking duties. John was stunning when he surrendered to subspace and Mycroft admired him for a moment before snapping the crop against one firm cheek. A grunt and low whine vibrated around his cock, not exactly a decisive clue so Mycroft repeated the action on the other cheek with a bit more force. John's hips rutted sharply against the sofa as he grunted again and whimpered softly.
'Getting there,' thought Mycroft.
He rubbed the tip along the crease of John's ass, down over his hole and along his balls, quickly noting the sharp intake of breath and the slight twitch of hips towards the crop. Remembering John's response earlier he commanded sharply, "Use your hands and spread those cheeks open for me but you may not stop sucking."
John shifted his balance carefully, reaching his hands down to his ass while he kept Mycroft's cock in his mouth. His breathing was approaching the panting stage as Mycroft deduced the crop. He knew Mycroft would get there soon and he wanted it so badly. He fought not to rut and give it away instantly, the game was just as important as the result.
Once John had spread his cheeks, baring his twitching hole, Mycroft rubbed the crop firmly over the same again. He noted John's breathing had picked up significantly as well as the speed of his cock-sucking. He thought only a moment while trailing the crop over the area before he snapped the tip sharply against the tight pucker then immediately rubbed the leather tab against the hole. John bucked sharply against the leather tip as a shaky moan escaped his stretched mouth. He barely gave John time to register the sensation before repeating the sharp snap, but this time he pressed the leather tightly against the hole, pressing inwards ever so slightly.
John couldn't stop himself this time, so close to what he wanted. He ground himself back against the leather, releasing his prize as he moaned loudly. This cost him the removal of the crop and a stinging blow across the top of his ass cheeks. He whimpered both from the loss and the blow as his head was jerked forward and down onto the abandoned cock.
"I don't believe I said you could stop John," Mycroft growled at him as he thrust deep into his throat for emphasis and held there, groaning himself watching John's nostrils flare wide as he tried to breathe. "Look at me! I want to see your face when you swallow my cock." John strained to comply, putting his neck at an odd angle since he couldn't use his hands for support. They were still firmly clasped on his ass because he had not been given permission to remove them. Needless to say workouts with the security detail had done wonders for his core strength. Gripping either end of the crop in his hands Mycroft watched John carefully. "That's right love….stay just like that….spread wide while you suck that cock. You want that cock don't you love?" John nodded eagerly around the thickness stretching his mouth open. "That's right. My greedy little slut always wants cock doesn't he…...but there's something else…..isn't there?" John's eyes were heavily lidded again as his Dom used him, Mycroft watched as they slowly tracked down to the crop in his hands, drifting over to his right hand where the handle rested in his closed palm. He felt John moan low in his throat, vibrating around his cock, as those eyes fell closed for a moment before returning to his face. The pieces clicked together in Mycroft's mind. Turning the crop around in his hand he clutched the handle and brought the knotted leather down to stroke John's cheek watching those eyes fall shut again as a shiver of anticipation passed through his sub. When John opened his eyes and met Mycroft's the only response was, "I see."
With only a beat he leaned down and whispered darkly, "But this is about what I want John." He reached forward to the chain trailing from John's collar, twisting it around his hand he gripped the back of the collar holding him firmly in place on his cock as he rose from the sofa dragging John roughly to his knees in the process. Now that he had his answers, he truly had held out quite long enough. He grabbed the collar in both hands and fucked deep into John's mouth and throat with another deep groan of pleasure. He pulled out only to thrust forward again and again as he ground out his next words. "Yes I know what you want John. But this...," he shoved deep listening to John gag as he took the hard cock down, "this is what you are getting. Now take that cock and be happy with it you fucking slut."
John nearly went limp under Mycroft's dominance but did his best to suck and swallow the cock battering his throat, laving it with his tongue when he was able, eagerly seeking his reward.
It did not take long for Mycroft to come, forcefully spilling down John's throat as he gulped and swallowed the salty warm treat. Mycroft held himself steady until the aftershocks passed then tossed John against the sofa cushions while he tucked himself back in and zipped up. Delaying his own gratification always made Mycroft a much more intense Dom, John lay exactly where he'd been tossed awaiting what would happen next. When his clothes were once more impeccable, Mycroft took a single deep breath before grabbing John's chain and collar again. He gave no commands merely dragging John across the floor to the kitchen still on his hands and knees. He pulled on the collar until John rose to his feet before him. Grasping the firm jaw in his hand he treated John to a vicious kiss, sucking the taste of his come from the willing tongue and biting the lower lip sharply.
John gasped and moaned at the rough treatment, hoping for a bit more as he responded to his Dom, his own cock coming to life once again. He was not disappointed as Mycroft broke the kiss suddenly, turning John sharply and shoving his chest down onto the table. His arms were quickly pinned above his head and the non-verbal command to stay was given. Mycroft kicked John's legs further apart and knelt to secure the shackles around his ankles. He left no slack in the chains this time either. Once finished there he moved forward to John's arms, forcing him to stretch across the table top Mycroft shackled each wrist and tightened the chains leaving just enough slack to allow John up onto his elbows if he desired.
Mycroft left him there but returned momentarily, cock ring and riding crop now in hand. John wondered seeing the cock ring again but said nothing. Mycroft saw his question anyway, flexing the crop meaningfully in his hands before he brought the thick knotted handle back to John's face, stroking along his cheek and across his lips. "I am going to give you exactly what you want John," leaning forward he brought his lips to John's ear, that silken voice sending electricity through every nerve ending as he spoke, "but first I am going to mark you. Then I am going to fuck you and I don't won't you finishing before I am ready to fill your ass again."
John shivered in anticipation, sighing deeply as he melted into the table. He never had wanted pain during sex and he still didn't, it was more about the heightened sensitivity of the nerves when they were stimulated in this way. John had at least wanted to try it for the increased intensity of the sex and hadn't known how to talk to Mycroft about it. Just as well he loved deducing John's desires and fantasies, because he was still the only person John would even entertain the idea for. And, it seemed John thought, that perhaps Mycroft had a bit of a fantasy himself judging by his behavior and degree of arousal.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted when Mycroft yanked his head up roughly and pressed the handle against his mouth, commanding him to open. John readily opened his mouth as Mycroft thrust the crop inside commanding him to suck as well. John moaned as he closed his eyes and wrapped his mouth around the thick leather, sucking eagerly as Mycroft thrust the handle in and out of his mouth with one hand, while still holding his head tightly with the other.
"I always knew you were greedy love….but look at you now. One cock isn't even enough for you is it? You want more inside you don't you? Such a slut my soldier is."
John moaned at the filthy talk, always surprised at how it affected him as much as he was that Mycroft did it so well. He sucked and slurped around the handle until Mycroft jerked it away, leaving his head to fall to the table again. He felt deft fingers sliding the cock ring back into place before a stinging line bloomed across his cheeks sending him bucking into the table reflexively even as he gasped loudly.
Mycroft smoothed his palm over the path of the crop, soothing the sting ever so slightly. "Oh that is lovely John! How many should it be I wonder?" He paused a moment in thought before reaching his decision, "Five more I believe, since we're just starting out, and you will count each one as well as be properly appreciative. Do you understand?"
John didn't know if it was excitement or uncertainty that made his voice shake, but he answered nevertheless, "Yes sir, I understand." A crisp, "Very well" was his only reply before the crop whistled through the air, setting fire to his buttocks once again. John couldn't stop the thrust of his hips nor the softly gasped, "Oh god.." before he remembered himself and quickly replied. "One, sir. Thank you sir."
Mycroft hummed in response, admiring the marks he had made only a moment before snapping the crop again, crisscrossing the marks already there. Oh how John bucked and writhed against the table and restraints as the blows fell, before responding in a voice that shook but was eager for more. Mycroft knew he would never forget tonight as long as he lived, sending the third strike across his lover. He paused to rub his hands over the raised marks and the warmed skin, noting the twitching muscles as he did so. John was panting heavily and Mycroft noted the precum dribbling freely from his cock already. He knew John was far more affected by this than perhaps he even anticipated. Mycroft warned him softly, "Last two now," before giving the two blows sharp and swift back-to-back.
John managed to count and thank his Dom properly then all he could manage was mumbling "oh god….oh god" over and over as he gently rutted into the table. It was more than he ever hoped, his ass stinging but sensitive to every touch of Mycroft's hand against him. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be fucked like this and moaned, hoping for just that as he began to plead softly. "Please...oh please My…..please…" That seemed to be all he could get out but as always Mycroft understood. John heard the click of a bottle cap before he felt his cheeks spread with one hand as something blunt but rough pressed against his opening, the cool of the lube an electrifying sensation on his hot skin. As it entered him steadily John could feel various ridges and bumps touching him inside, moaning loudly as it finally passed over his prostate. "Yes! Yes….please….oh god...more!"
Mycroft smirked as he fucked the handle of the crop into John, "That's what you wanted isn't it love? You had this crop custom-made so I could fuck your gorgeous ass with it didn't you? The braided knot especially, you wanted to feel it scraping inside of you, dragging across your prostate over and over." He kept John's still hot cheeks spread with his left hand while his right fucked John steadily, his hand working the crop deftly much like a farm wife would churn butter. John couldn't even manage to speak properly, the stimulation of the crop driving him wild, he could only nod his head meekly as the next thrust tore another groan from him. Mycroft fought his own hungry moan at the sight of John like this, his erection already at full mast again and eager to be buried in his lover's ass. Mycroft considered for only a moment before he acted.
John felt the movement of the crop stop but it was not removed. Mycroft's hands left him for a few moments leaving John wondering but too blissed out to care what was coming next. He soon felt both of Mycroft's hands on his ass spreading him open again, the crop pushed as deeply as they dared. John felt pressure against his hole, his jaw falling open as Mycroft pressed firmly into him alongside the crop. John could only growl at the fullness as Mycroft began to fuck into him. It was too much and not enough at the same time, John loved the fullness and the friction but Mycroft couldn't really let go and fuck him hard with the crop in the way. Still John found himself trying to thrust back against Mycroft for more.
Mycroft chuckled as he thrust into John as hard as he could in this position, "My filthy little slut. Knew you needed more cock in that greedy hole, I shall have to remember that in the future if I am to keep you well fucked." He pulled out fully to work over John's prostate with the knot of the crop again before pushing it deep and thrusting home himself as well, while the endless litany of , "Ahh...ahh…..oh god….yes….more..just more...please," fell from John's lips. He knew neither of them could hold out much longer at this rate. He pulled out long enough to remove the crop and the cock ring to John's deep groan. Gripping John's hips in his hands, he spread his cheeks with his thumbs and without preamble fucked deep into his sub, setting a hard and fast pace.
Though well aware of the pleasure of his body and his growing urge to come, John drifted blissfully in subspace. So much stimulation tonight, Mycroft's dominance so complete and intense, his body was coursing with endorphins and adrenaline and for all intents and purposes, John was high as a kite. His head turned to the left towards the kitchen door. His eyes blinking slowly as his body was used roughly. He moaned softly almost chuckling to himself as he thought he saw movement in the shadows of the hallway. He knew of course that he and Mycroft were alone but his mind continued with its meandering thoughts while he still gazed at the doorway and moaned for still more from his Dom. He was really just staring into space, not focused on anything particular beyond Mycroft's dominance and the sensations of his body.
That was until the light seemed to shift and the shadows solidified and John found himself staring at an impossible ghost standing in the doorway of his kitchen.
He was staring at Sherlock Holmes.