Fair warning: If you like Leonard, turn back now! Contains sexual situations, language, B&D, and dubious consent. Proceed at your own risk.
And now, the chapter that you've all been waiting for, Shenny lovers and non-Shenny lovers alike.
After two romps in the shower (it really was her fault; she should have known it would delay them when she dropped to her knees) and one more in Sheldon's spot, they finally reached the Castle and parked in the underground garage prior to getting in the elevator.
Sheldon was fascinated by the whole thing, it seemed. His eyes were wide and he had that look on his face, the one that he got before a trip to the comic book store on New Comic Day. The look was pure anticipation and enthrallment and Penny was surprised to see it.
Surely, he wouldn't be that thrilled at seeing his friends turned into sex slaves.
Perhaps it was only a secondary reaction to revenge. They had ruined his research and put his entire career on the line; maybe he was just excited about getting back at them. Or maybe it was something else, something darker that lived in the heart and mind of Sheldon Cooper that had never been allowed out to play before. Either way, it was making her slightly paranoid and it showed. She watched him with shrewd, sidelong glances that he took little notice of, so eager he seemed.
They stepped out of the elevator and into a richly appointed foyer. Another one of Penny's acquaintances, Michelle, waited for them and took them into the viewing room.
She stepped up to the one-way mirror and saw Leonard, Howard, and Raj in the center of the training room, naked and shivering. They huddled as close together as they could, cupping their genitals with their hands. She giggled when she realized that while Leonard required both his hands to hide, Howard only needed one. Raj, however, was unable to hide his cock with two hands and a crouch.
She turned and stared up at Sheldon. "Raj is hung like a horse! Almost as big…" She clapped her hand over her mouth but he could follow her train of thought easily. She had been about to reveal his own measurements, he surmised, and favorably considering how she had prefaced the aborted statement.
"Yes. While I do not normally notice things of that nature, it was more than apparent when the generator ran out of gas on the expedition. We were forced to sleep naked together and there was much discussion on penis size. I felt they placed too much emphasis on their own beliefs concerning satisfaction and length, however, considering your own reactions earlier this evening, I find that I must retract my assertion that size does not matter."
She poked him in his side and he let out an involuntary gasp. "Trust me, honey; you have nothing to worry about."
Then she had a thought and she turned to look up at him. "I'm going to be masked, as will you. Do you want to take your own revenge?"
He pondered the question as she watched him carefully. "I believe that I have no interest in a homosexual encounter with any of them, therefore I will pass on that offer. You, however, may do as you like. We are not pair bonded in any way, other than the coitus that we participated in earlier. You may…."
Penny put her hand over his mouth to stop whatever he was going to spout off before he could do so. "If I do play, it won't be nice or fun for them. It will be—well, lemme put it this way, Moonpie—it will be something they will never forget."
He gave her an inscrutable look that almost made him seem menacing. "I highly doubt that they will forget anything from tonight, Penny. This—" He spread his hands and encompassed the entire room, themselves included. "This entire situation would seem memorable, even without a memory like mine."
She linked their arms and drew their attention back to the viewing mirror. "You know, Sheldon, when you're right, you're right. Let's watch this unfold for a while."
Sheldon could find no discrepancies in her statement, so he complied with her thinly veiled request.
Leonard tried to hide himself, he truly did. He was already strung as taut as a cello string after a sleepless night of being tied to a chair with flying insects all around him. Of all things, why did they have to choose bugs? He hated bugs of all sorts.
Two large men approached him and they took his arms, pulling them back and behind him. He felt something large and heavy passed through his skewed elbows, and then rough rope chafed his skin as he was tied to a bar, on display. He looked over and saw Raj being tied to an X-frame and Howard to an empty cable roll, his arms and legs splayed out.
"Why are you doing this? What have we done? Who are you people?" Leonard couldn't help himself; he had to know something soon or he was going to lose his mind.
The men ignored him and he felt the bar behind him stretching him upward until he was partially suspended, his toes brushing against the wooden floor.
He looked up and she stepped out of the darkness. He felt like she was familiar to him, but he couldn't make out her face, only her shape. He squinted to try to get a better look at her and the lights above him grew brighter, almost as if she knew he was trying to put a name to her. With a wave of her hand, the crowd quieted and Leonard realized that every single person, save the three of them, wore masks. His insides started to quiver and he knew that this was the proverbial shit hitting the fan.
"Leonard Hofstadter, Rajesh Koothrappali, Howard Wolowitz. We have been requested to teach you—a variety of subjects tonight. Respect, order, your place in the scheme of things. Who you are and what choices you have. The consequences of your actions. Where you belong in the general hierarchy. You know, that sort of thing." She waved her hand and several people stepped forward from the crowd. Leonard recognized the tall, silent man and his companions straight away. This time, they were surrounded by several others, all dressed in black leather with hoods over their heads.
"As you can see, we have a large cadre of volunteers to…train you in the ways that you will behave. And you will behave, or your training will continue until you do. Do you understand?"
Leonard looked at his friends. Raj was weeping, silent tears rolling down his cheeks, terror in his eyes. Howard was a gibbering fool, muttering about his mother and police and the isolation of the shack in the Arctic. "We understand," he finally said, his voice carrying the weight of defeat.
"Good. Let the training begin."
Three large, over muscled men came toward him. One removed his glasses, folding them carefully, and handing them to a topless female slave that was milling in the crowd, serving drinks. "Keep these safe behind the bar. Hofstadter, I'm going to enjoy this immensely."
The eyes under the hood flashed and he saw a wide smile and recognized it immediately. Oh, it would be him. The bane of his existence, the one man that he could truly say he feared in Pasadena. Kurt. Kurt, the mountain of muscle without a brain. Kurt, Penny's ex-boyfriend.
"I could call the cops, you know. I know who you are now."
Kurt pulled the hood off and let him see him fully. There was a predatory anticipation on his face and a playful smirk chasing its way over his lips when he stepped closer to Leonard. "Well, that won't do you any good because you signed a release, Lenny. So go ahead and do it. We've got you by the balls." He reached out and grabbed Leonard's testicles, squeezing them a little. "And we're all ready to play."
Leonard's throat closed up as they put the hood over his head, blocking his vision. With a strangled scream, he fainted and hung limp.
"Aw, shit, Kurt, you have to stop scaring them so soon. It's only fun if they squirm a little." Sheila grabbed a bucket of icy water and tossed it on Leonard. His body jerked when he came around and he started begging them not to castrate him.
Sheila moved a little closer and nudged him in the side with her elbow. "Chill out, science boy. We're not going to do anything permanent or lasting—well, except maybe mess with your mind. No castration, sonny."
He wanted to fall down and thank her, but that was out of the question. He moved closer to her with the tips of his toes and mewled in fear.
Sheila threw Penny and Sheldon a look of disgust where they stood behind the mirror and moved away from the sobbing scientist.
Howard was crying. Crying for his mother, his father, anyone who would help him. When he heard the woman speak, he quieted only for a few minutes, then began crying even louder, begging his God for succor.
Finally, someone slapped a ball-gag in his mouth and fastened it securely, despite him twisting his head and trying to get away.
He looked over and his eyes went comically wide at the interaction between Leonard and Kurt. When Kurt reached out to grab Leonard by the balls, he closed his eyes tightly and missed the cowl that they forced over his head.
Raj couldn't help himself. When they had grabbed him and dragged him into the panel van, the tears had trickled down his face occasionally. As the situation escalated, so did his weeping, until a veritable river cascaded down his face. It matted his chest hair, chilled his skin as they dried, called undo attention to him, but he couldn't stop.
Now he was tied to an X-shaped frame, his manhood exposed for all to see. He wasn't ashamed; he had never been very modest about his bodily attributes. He was actually quite proud to see that the only one of their group that was larger than he was Sheldon; it only seemed fitting, to his odd idea of these people and their still-strange ways.
He had regretted his acquiescence to the Arctic fiasco since the second it happened. He could honestly say that he had nothing to do with it, considering that he had never used the can opener the entire time that they were in the cold wasteland. He was more concerned with keeping himself from freezing to death and less with keeping Sheldon happy.
His silence had brought him shame. He cried because of the complete justice, the salvation that their punishment would bring. He would be cleansed of his guilt and Krishna would smile on him once again.
He was still crying when they put the mask over his eyes.
Penny looked at Sheldon as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, safe behind the glass. "They have blindfolds on now. Do you want to go out there?"
His eyes were hard to read when he did look at her, tearing his eyes away from Leonard and Kurt. "I hear them chanting something. What is it?"
She ducked her head and blushed. "Confess."
"Pardon me?" He tilted his head and she looked up at him, her eyes locking on his.
"Confess. I want them to go to Gablehouser voluntarily and tell him what they did to your experiment. When they agree to confess, they'll be released."
He drew away from her, frowning. She pushed him over to the small settee that sat opposite the window and sat with him, grabbing his hand. "Sheldon, if they go to Gablehouser, you will be exonerated and your career will be saved. They will go down in flames and you will be triumphant, right? No more questions about your method or ideas, no more mockery or name-calling. I'm doing this for you, sweetie."
"It is not necessary, Penny."
"Oh, but it is necessary. If you let them get by with this, they will continue to emasculate you until you're nothing but a toy for them to play with, pester, use. You're already one of the bright, shining souls of this world, Sheldon. You always give and give. You're innocent and wholesome and these three…well, two that I'm sure of, they are nothing but takers and users. Raj, I'm not sure—he seems like a follower, not a leader. But Sheldon, Leonard and Howard destroyed you out there and you know it. You can't let that slide, I won't let you. They aren't worth it. If they were better friends, if they didn't constantly abandon you and mock you, baby, then I could understand why you're so hesitant to get your just desserts from them, but they aren't. They aren't. They've never been good friends to you and they never will be."
"Penny, I am certain that this violates the Friendship Agreement clause of the Roommate Agreement…"
"Sheldon, don't you think that they shattered that clause and a dozen others when they did that? I do. Anyway, do you really think that Leonard's your best friend after all that?"
He searched her face. "No, he is not." She smiled and he had to smile back, it was so very infectious. "If anyone is my best friend, Penny, it is you."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, ignoring the stiffness of his body. She was used to it and they weren't in bed right now; she would see if he reacted this way when they were alone.
God, she hoped not. This morning was too good, too memorable for it to be a one-time thing.
With a bounce in her step and a jaunty smile, she grabbed his hand and brought him out of the viewing room and into the thick of it all.
Leonard was silent now, his fright robbing him of his voice and anything else he might want to do. He heard the light droning voices as they chanted; as of yet, he couldn't make out the words, only the menace behind them. He felt a prickling sensation as it wended its way up his thighs, over his buttocks, around his scrotum. He wondered what it was, and then realized that he was getting hard and didn't care what it was; only that he was getting excited about it in front of dozens of strangers.
"You always were a show-er, not a grower, Leonard."
The barb was whispered into his ear and he knew that it was she, the one that had spoken to them earlier. "How do you know? I don't even know you."
"You know me better than you think, Lenny." He felt her drag her nails down his back to the cheek of his ass and he jerked, and then realized it was her parting shot as she moved on. Who was that woman?
As they started in on his feet, he knew that he didn't really care.
Hands. Hands were everywhere, touching him, eliciting reactions that were only meant for privacy. One hand, bolder than the others, slid his foreskin back and he threw his head back, moaning loudly. It always affected him like that, the initial baring of the sensitive head.
His favorite feeling would always be tainted by this memory.
They touched him lightly, barely grazing his skin with their…hands, he assumed. Raj, with his belief in karma, allowed himself to enjoy the sensations, let himself go with the feelings. He would not hold back. He would let himself do what they bid, penitent and humble. If this was his penance, so be it.
He couldn't speak for fear of women in the room. He could moan, however.
Howard couldn't stop thinking.
This was payback. For years, he had treated women like meat, ogling them with and without their knowledge. He had objectified them and now it was his turn to be the object, the meat for the general populace to sample and defile.
He had never been so ashamed of himself in his whole life.
As they touched him, indiscriminately and (in his mind) casually, he began confessing his sins against women, general and personal. The first person that he mentally asked for forgiveness was his mother.
His mouth dried up as someone snapped a cock ring onto his flagging erection. As he hardened once again he started listing all the actresses that he had used for masturbatory fantasies over the years. Then the real girls, the women he knew, like Leslie and Penny. Penny. He owed her more apologies than anyone else.
He vowed to investigate twelve step programs for sexual addiction when they finally released him from his torment. Then he thought of his mother again, if only so he didn't disgrace himself and come without any stimulation.
A man had to have something to be proud of, didn't he? If for nothing else besides dick control.
Penny walked between the three men in their bonds, enjoying the show. Kurt was using Leonard as his personal pincushion, running a spiky Wartenburg pinwheel over his body. Currently, he was tormenting Leonard on his feet and she stood nearby for a moment, actually finding pleasure in watching him squirm in his ropes.
She took a step, turned, and saw Raj, spread-eagle on a large x-cross. He sagged in his bonds and she thought about saying something, then she noticed the beatific smile on his face. His lips parted, and then he moaned aloud as they touched him all over with feathers, of all things. She wondered what was going through his mind for a moment, and then she turned to watch them work on Howard.
She felt slightly sorry for Howard. His erection was painfully small and purpled from the entrapment of the double cock ring that separated his testicles from his erection. They had applied nipple clamps to his flat nipples and were tugging on them sporadically as they chatted over his chained body. She realized that this was actually too perfect. It made his torment even greater, to realize that he was nothing but a toy. God knew he had made her feel like nothing more than a life-size Barbie for too many years.
Sheila walked up and spoke softly into her ear and she had to agree. With a laugh that was sure to be recognized, she turned back to Leonard and grabbed his dick in her hand, snapping the cock ring around the base with the other. His head was dangling between his shoulders until he felt her hand on him, then he snapped to attention and tried to talk his way out of the situation, just as she thought he would.
"I won't tell anyone about any of this or this place. Please, just let me go. I promise, you can keep the other two. Just—please don't let that behemoth hurt me. He knows me. He's an asshole that would just love to make me feel the pain, I know it. We've had trouble in the past. Just—please—let me go. I'm begging you."
"You would abandon your friends to save your own hide?" She tried to disguise her voice and hoped that it was good enough to fool him.
Panic must have made him stupid. "Friends? Ha, they're more like minions. They listen to everything I say. Hell yes, to get away from Kurt I would do anything. Please let me go. I have money. My friend has money. I'm sure that if I called him he would pay you."
"Really." Her voice was dry and mirthless. "What's your friend's name?"
"Sheldon. Sheldon Cooper. He's loaded, really. He'll pay you to release me, just call him." He rattled off Sheldon's cell number.
"I'll get back to you." Yeah, she would.
She turned and went back to Sheldon's side, confident that he'd heard everything Leonard had said. By the look on his face, it was evident that he had.
Really, there was only so much sexplay that you could watch before it got boring. She had always wondered why they would have a game room in an S&M castle in the middle of LA—now she knew why.
She and Sheldon had wandered off after an hour, bored with the slow progression. The group of doms were taking their time with this bunch, intent on teaching them to be good subs—and if Sheila had her way, they would be. They found the game room and started playing Halo, even though it wasn't Wednesday. She killed him off; they rebooted the game and restarted again. The second time, she was distracted by the chanting that had grown louder in their absence and he killed her off.
She had to see what was going on. Had to.
She left Sheldon in front of the game console and hurried back to the main salon.
They had changed the boys around. Raj was on his hands and knees, servicing some woman in a black crotchless catsuit while another touched him intimately, urging him to continue. Howard was on his back, with one woman on his face and another on his crotch. She couldn't tell if he was getting lucky or not, but it was probably more action than he had seen since she had known him.
And Leonard.
Leonard was hogtied and suspended from the ceiling by his wrists and ankles. His ass was exposed to the crowd and he had a butt plug between his cheeks, a horsetail protruding from the end and brushing the ground as he swung back and forth. His eyes bulged out of his head as he swallowed hard around the cock buried in his mouth—and Kurt's hands cupped his head, moving him back and forth.
She ducked out of the room and pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, remembering…things best left forgotten, she thought to herself. She made her way back to the game room and sat down next to Sheldon on the comfortable sofa.
"Everything okay, Penny?" he asked absentmindedly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay, Moonpie. Play another round?"
She picked up her controller and they turned up the volume to mask the crowd in the other room.
Raj was forced to the floor and a soft, wet sheath enclosed his cock. He thought that it might be a woman from the pressure, but he couldn't be certain until she whispered in his ear. "I do think that you're the best of them all, Rajesh."
He knew that it was Leslie; he recognized her voice. He was good with women's voices because he could only listen to them. He knew that this had something to do with Sheldon, just because Leslie was here. And just as suddenly, he knew what he had to do to make it right.
Michelle came into the game room and interrupted them in the middle of a particularly vicious match. "Hey, that mute guy? He's nearly hysterical and keeps making pencil paper signs. Mean anything to you?"
They donned their masks and went into the main parlor.
As soon as Raj laid eyes on the new arrivals, he started sobbing and talking—aloud. It shocked Penny to her core.
"It was Leonard—he wanted to ruin Sheldon, thought that he was trying to steal Penny away from him, so he set him up. I tried to stop him! He kept trying things until they landed on the can opener; it was the only thing that made the machine react like it was a monopole. Howard kept on saying that it was for the greater good and Leonard—Leonard said that if we didn't do it, he was going to kill him. I didn't want Sheldon to die, so I went along with them. I never did it myself. Never never never. Sheldon, he's my friend, I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry!"
Sheldon looked at the woman on top of him and she moved her mask, showing her face. He was shocked to see Leslie Winkle under the mask. "Now I've had all four of you," she said cryptically, and he grimaced.
"Indeed. When you have allowed him release, please let him go. He's given me all I need to know."
She nodded and reached under her to release the cock ring encircling Raj's erection. A few moments later, he groaned from deep in his gut and Leslie threw herself forward, hiding her own orgasm from view. Penny was thankful for that, at least. She had no idea that Leslie belonged to the Castle.
It seemed like hours. He had been spread open, fucked, violated, and now they wanted him to confess. He had so many things to confess to, there wasn't anywhere in particular that he could think of to start with.
The electric shock on his feet surprised him more than hurt him, but he yelled nonetheless. He was glad that his mouth wasn't stuffed full now so he could yell, could breathe, and could ignore the fact that it wasn't as distasteful as he thought it might be—once.
They touched him, repeatedly, everywhere there was a sensitive spot. His dick hurt from the pressure, his balls hurt, his shoulders hurt. The ropes chafed his skin. All he wanted to do was come, cry, and collapse, and not necessarily in that order.
Then they shocked him on the testicles and he began screaming his part in Sheldon's deception. He felt the pressure release and he was coming, coming hard, the ropes letting him swing and his joints spasming with the movement but thank God and his angels for the sweet release.
Leonard felt like he'd been reborn.
Howard heard Leonard yelling and began struggling to make his own statement. He kicked his feet and moved his mouth, but he couldn't dislodge the warm bodies from his own. He finally gave up. He could tell them anything they wanted to know later. Right now, he was getting lucky.
Sheldon had walked across the room and now joined the ring of people that stood around Leonard. They had moved on from gentle stimulus to more exotic than he had ever seen before—and hanging around with Howard, he had seen quite a bit through email. He had learned the hard way not to click through a link Howard forwarded and never did so with the speakers on…again. One time was enough.
They were using a violet wand, shocking him on various spots all over his body. They had blindfolded him again to maximize the surprise value. A cloaked figure stood at his 'feet', scissoring his fingers in Leonard's rectum, preparing him for what, Sheldon had no idea, until he turned around.
Penny stalked across the floor, a large black erection protruding from her groin. She shook the strap on dildo playfully at Sheldon, then moved up to stand in position as another 'slave' lubricated the thick rubber dong. She penetrated Leonard slowly and carefully, not touching him to minimize her exposure to the shock wand and grabbed the ropes to move him back and forth. When they shocked his scrotum, he screamed aloud. Penny arched her back and buried herself deep in his ass as she unsnapped the cock ring and semen jetted through the air as Leonard babbled incoherently.
Sheldon was slightly disturbed by the tears that were rolling down Leonard's face into his hair, the mucus bubbling at the edge of his nostril, and the drool that scattered with every word until he heard one that he never thought to hear from his roommate. Freakshow. He was calling him, Sheldon, a freakshow.
He saw Penny rip off the blindfold, then her mask and saw the horrified recognition in Leonard's eyes as he realized his mistakes, his sins exposed for the whole world to enjoy—and the one woman that he desperately wanted to impress.
Penny slammed Leonard against the dildo, forcing it deep inside him. "You know, Leonard, you don't have shit for memory, do you? Do you recall what I told you when you left for the North Pole?"
"Help Sheldon get his Nobel Prize."
She rammed him again. "How was fucking with a can opener helping him?"
"Penny, he was crazy! I don't care how often he's tested, the man is certifiably insane when he's failing and you know it."
She yanked the ropes and he winced. "I don't care, Leonard. I told you to help him, not ruin him."
"But, Penny," he whined.
She couldn't help it—the whining did it. She snapped. Gritting her teeth, she fucked into him with all her might, punctuating her words with every thrust. "I've. Told. You. More. Than. Once. Don't. Fuck. With. My. Moonpie! You fucked with him, so I'm fucking you."
Leonard let out a girlish whimper as he had another orgasm, his prostate unable to take the abuse that she was dishing out. He twitched weakly in his bonds as Penny slid out of him, unhooked the strap on, and let it fall to the ground. The room went silent at the heavy thud and she stared at Leonard, disgusted. She started to walk away, then turned, standing by Leonard's head. She looked down at Leonard with spite-filled eyes. "You have twenty-four hours to tell Gablehouser and Siebert the truth, or I will. Oh, and Leonard? You can forget about ever fucking me. Ever."
She ignored his pitiful cry as she walked past Sheldon, out of the room, and down the hall to the shower facilities. She just felt…dirty.