A bittersweet price to pay.
Atomic goddess
Chapter 3: weaknesses.
Kinda smutty, idk I always write this part before I
write the actual story so...
Anyway enjoy!
Sherlock's eyelids flutter open as he wakes up, his
head pounding. His eyes dilate to adjust to the
darkness; John is naked and is tied to him. " Oh God.
How in the hell-?" Sherlock is interrupted by a
startled scream, followed by a tirade of curses. John
then opens up his eyes and realizes the awkward
situation they're in. He mildly blushes, and is
thankful for the darkness. " Uh, he he, I guess we
haven't planned for this." John says nervously,
silently telling himself to not get erect, for his hips
are against Sherlock's. Sherlock also smiles, " So I
guess we're stuck here." He kisses John, and John
looks around during the kiss. " We are in a Gothic
torture chamber, it must be Moriarty's." Sherlock
whispers. John pulls away, " Sadistic bastard! We
didn't even get to choose!" In a flash of light,
everything turns bright from the ceiling flood lights,
and the tied up lovers close their eyes. " Rise and
shine darlings! I can't wait to get you two dressed up
in your new clothes!" Jim stands at the doorway of
the huge room, his hand on a light switch. Sherlock
looks around. There are numerous contraptions that
look oh so very excruciating, and in the middle are
huge chains coming down from the ceiling and
attached to a girl, who has clearly not been fed for a
few days. Her face is painted a vibrant white and
decorated with exquisite tattoos of flowers and
birds. The areas around her closed eyes are painted
black and so is the tip of her nose. Her hair has been dyed black and now hangs down like her long, ruffled
black dress with the waist-to-ankle length slit on the
side of it. John cries, " Tressa? Tressa! Let her go
you pedophilic son of a bitch!" Jim laughs casually, "
But John, I haven't touched her , at least not like I'm
going to touch you and the man against you that you
are so not-quite-subtly grinding against." Sherlock
turns away from John a bit, but he's erect anyway,
even against the dank air of the dungeon. Jim smiles
eagerly, " Well now how did that happen? Maybe it's
because John was doing something he wasn't
supposed to do!" He acts like a schoolteacher,
wagging his finger at the blonde. " You have been a
very bad boy, John. Doing something that's against
the rules!" Jim looks at both of them shamefully, like
a disappointed father. Sherlock clears his throat, and
counters, " In his defense, sir, you never told us
them." The villain smirks at the fact that his little
slave is learning quickly. " Oh, I apologize my
darlings. Rule number one you will always call me
sir. Beautiful job, Sherly. Rule number two, you will
not arouse yourself unless I tell you to do so. Rule
number three, you will always accept the torture and
participate in whatever activity I tell either or both of
you to do. Rule number four, Tressa is both of yours.
You can do what you would like with her. Are we
clear?" John snorts, " Crystal." Sherlock nudges
John, but it was too late. Jim sighs, walks over to
John, and unties him. The professor lifts him up, sits
down in a chair, and drapes the doctor over his
knees. He takes out an electric baton, " John, you are
such a bad little boy. You broke rule number one and
number two!" He clicks his tongue and glides his
fingers across John's back. " What. The. Hell. Are
you doing?" The vaguely aroused man asks,
clenching his teeth. Jim answers back seductively, "
I'm punishing you, slave." He raises his baton, there
is crackling in the air. John struggles under
Moriarty's firm grasp, but it is clear that the master
has something else planned in mind. Sherlock
knows what he's about to do, and he gets up and
starts to run, desperate to prevent Jim from
spanking his love with the baton. Jim smiles at
Sherlock, his little slave boy, the object of his darkest
sexual fantasies, and he slams the baton down on
John's bare ass; he screams to what seems like a
good 30 seconds. Sherlock, crestfallen, stands there
as his friend screams again and again, the baton
zapping, the villain growing in erection. He goes in
rounds, increasing the number of slaps by 5 and
increasing the voltage each time by 2. John begs
during the tenth round of spankings, " Sir, master,
please I'd rather do anything besides this!" Jim
stops, a bit surprised, " Oh? Well then, let me get this
straight: you would rather do anything than get
spanked by me?" He shifts the weak man off his lap
and walks briskly over to the crying detective. He
takes his hands and drags him over to John. James
says without emotion to John, " Open up your legs.
Now. You said it yourself, you would rather do
anything else. Sherlock, this is for you." Moriarty
unzips his fly, pulls out his very impressive cock, and
picks up John's outstretched legs to put him in the
chair. He ties the other man's ankles and drapes
them around his neck, then positions himself at
John's arsehole. Sherlock pleads, " Sir, don't do it.
Please don't, I liked the sex! Don't rape him! I love
him!" Jim ignores the man's cries, and thrusts into
Dr. Watson, tearing his tight entrance. While the
somewhat shorter man is clearly enjoying himself,
John yells a tirade of curses and moans with each
extremely painful thrust, for even though it hurt
almost unbearably so, the villain was hitting his
prostate, which frankly felt quite satisfying. He
desperately struggles, squirms, but eventually gives
up and cries. The turned-all-the-way on Sherlock,
begging himself not to, but doing it anyway, walks up
to his crying friend and passionately kisses him, his
tongue, the same tongue that tasted the doctor's
come, exploring his wet, warm mouth. Thier feelings
become one, John's pain and Sherlock's pleasure
melds into a delicious potion of masochism and
sadism. Sherlock pulls away, his hot breath making
John's eyelids close partway. The younger man
slaps the blonde's cheek, " I agree with him, you've
been such a bad boy. Breaking rules, moaning like a
whore while you're getting raped you ungodly slut."
Sherlock runs his soft tantalizing lips down his
lover's neck, his tongue making little designs along
the skin. John whispers in his ear, " Oh God Sherlock
punish me I've been so bad I deserve to get my
throat torn open by your cock please! This pleasure
is too much!" He bites his lips then he cries out in
extremely close orgasm. " Master keep on don't stop
ever!" James, sadistic son of a bitch that he is,
slows down. John practically sobs, and Jim rolls his
eyes and fucks him faster than before. Sherlock is
running his hands thru the his boyfriend's hair while
biting his neck, "I'm going to punish you now, John
Watson. And don't scream." He stands up and
entangles his fingers in the hair of his boyfriend. " On
second thought, you couldn't scream anyway, my
cock will be in your throat! " John, unable to wait any
longer, for he was about to come, starts to suck the
tip of Sherlock's cock; he moans and throws back
his head. John is surprised at first, how good it feels
in his mouth, then he realizes that all three of them
are actually pretty damn hard. James Moriarty starts
to jerk John off, and he moans loudly like a whore,
like Sherlock did when he was raping him. Sherlock
growls and shoves his cock deep into his naughty
friend's throat, and John gags before he starts
deepthroating him. The detective moans and
tightens his fingers, " Oh yes this feels indescribable
John do keep on sucking me off- OH GOD YES!" He
screams as does John ( Moriarty growls ) as all
three come. James all but falls to the ground,
breathless, while Sherlock, exhausted, collapses.
John slowly gets up off the chair, his and his
master's come mixing together and dripping from
between his legs. Jim, after a few moments of heavy
breathing, gets up and drags the breathless man to
some suspended chains. He chains John up; he
doesn't put up a fight. However Sherlock does,
punching and kicking. James, weary, picks up the
electric baton and shocks his struggling slave boy.
Sherlock falls in his arms, unconscious. Jim holds
him and strokes his hair, " Here we are again my
love. I wish that you would realize I didn't want to do
that to your friend, but because of what he did to you
I thought that you would be more submissive to me
than him. I don't want to break you easily. Put up a
fight, and maybe you'll realize then how much I want
you to be my husband, how much I will pursue you.
You will be mine until death do us part." He vows,
then kisses Sherlock gently. Interrupting the rattling
of chains as Moriarty suspends Sherlock from them
is a raspy voice, " Ha! More like your bitch I shouldn't
wonder!" Startled, Jim spins around to face the
speaker.
Ha! What a chapter this took me such a long
time this was the bane of my existence. I thought
the threesome was cool. I don't feel like talking I'm
tired so...
Danke! Arigato! Xie xie! Grazie! Gracias! Dank u!
Merci! Thank you!
atomic goddess