Chapter 4
If given a choice, Gregory would gladly forget about that conversation ever having taken place. And he would have succeeded if not for a stack of photos that were passed on to him a week later.
They were photos of a boy with dull, vacant eyes. A total of ten shots, in which the abused body was exposed for all to see – the bruises that were beginning to form, thighs that were stained by dried semen and blood, or bound with ropes that were tight enough to dig into the skin, rendering it a sickening purple hue.
For a second, his lungs had refused to work, and his vision went black.
"…. I'm sorry, but I had to look into it… please forgive me…"
He numbly watched Mycroft's lip moving rapidly, while his brain slowly processed what had just happened. His first coherent thought had been, oh my God, he had to stop this now.
"… look, I can make it all disappear…"
Of course, that man had to get curious. Fascination led to terrible things, especially when one had resources to dig out every dirty detail of other people's lives.
"… I will make sure these people and the ones behind this pay dearly…"
No, no, he didn't give a damn about that! Why couldn't Mycroft see it was so long ago, it didn't matter any more!
Except it did – his father's lifeless body behind a dark alley with his blood pooled around him; and his mother with wide and unseeing eyes, a bullet in her head and a gun in her hand, those exact same photos being scattered around her…
They had been his fault entirely, because he was weak, so pathetically useless…. He let himself be broken so easily. It was just sex, just sex. Just the horrid taste of semen and blood in his mouth as yet another cock being forced into him. The intense pain and shame as yet another man violated his body… while all he could hear were his own painful screams and pathetic begging…
He firmly stopped that line of thought, because this was not the time to indulge in his self pity. He had much more urgent problem to deal with.
"… Greg… please, talk to me…"
He had to put a stop to this now, because the last thing he wanted was for yet another person to find out what he was doing for the next three years after that event. Of course he had used an alias with nearly perfect paperwork, but he didn't think for a second it was enough to fool some one like Mycroft.
It certainly didn't fool David McDonnell, a senor police officer who had somehow managed to become a member of a highly exclusive escort agency, never mind the fact his salary should not be enough to cover its membership fee. Years later, he was certainly intrigued when he realised one of the new recruits in his team looked remarkably familiar, so he did a little digging. Soon he had enough information in his hands to have Gregory at his complete mercy.
Gregory firmly reminded himself that it had always been about power and control to men like these. All he needed to do was to play to that, and convince them to redirect their interests elsewhere.
With a laugh, he dropped the photos carelessly, allowing them to scatter on the floor. Like all these things meant nothing to him. Instead he dragged Mycroft closer by his tie, so he had access to his mouth.
At the beginning, the younger man hadn't been very responsive, but Gregory persisted a little more. And just as he expected, the other man gave in rather quickly. Soon, they were both rendered breathless – he from the rush of adrenaline, and Mycroft from sexual arousal.
Of course the sick bastard had been turned on. And Gregory bet that he had been in this state for quite a while, getting off on his shame.
"…Greg, I don't think this is a good idea…"
"Mycroft, I can assure you this means nothing to me now. Let me prove it to you." Gregory said, as he dropped on his knees attacked younger man's belt.
"… we need to talk… first… ah…" The words were soon reduced to groans, as Gregory had his cock deep in his own throat. And it was sufficient to finally shut the older Holmes up…
He was nearly amused by the blissful look on Mycroft's face, as strong hands firmly held his head in place. Gregory simply relaxed his throat and allowed the other man to take his pleasure.
And he had played his cards right. Mycroft was clearly no longer interested in that particular topic, not when his full attention was on fucking the older man with his fist.
Gregory was on his hands and knees, back side complete exposed for the other man's enjoyment. It had been wise position to take, he was able to completely hide his face when he needed to. And he certainly needed the privacy, because by the time the fourth finger were inserted into his body, he had to bite down his own arm to keep his trembling to a minimum.
Despite the liberal amount of lube applied, it had hurt so badly. His body hadn't been subjected to this kind of exploration for years, and he was way too tense to accept it. It took every ounce of will power he had to remember his training and how to manipulate his body into perceiving pain as pleasure. It did take a while, but by the time Mycroft had his right hand buried in his body up to his wrist, he was a wanton mess, moaning with each thrust, begging for more.
Eventually, those fingers were removed, and quickly being replaced by a fully erect cock. The abused hole easily accepted the invasion this time, as Gregory choked on the same fingers that were now being forced into his mouth. He willed himself to enthusiastically suck on those digits, like he would a cock. He was rewarded with an almost animal like groan from behind, and even more brutal poundings. He fisted his own penis with the same rhythm, commanded his body to find enjoyment in this.
When they were finally done, they were both a mess of sweat and semen. Mycroft slowly trailed kisses on his feverish body, while murmuring words of appreciation, telling him how incredible he was. His light blue eyes shone with satisfaction and amazement, as well as something close to adoration. Gregory knew his plan had worked.
And he would be safe, as long he was able to have the complete attention of the younger man.
After Mycroft had left for work in the morning, Gregory took a great deal of pleasure in burning those photos. He watched as each of them dissolve in flame, the testimony of his own weakness being reduced to ashes. He could not help but feel a surge of pride, because he was so much better than that now.
TBC
