Chapter 10

The first time Gregory came without permission, his ex Chief Superintendent Kevin Campbell gave him ten lashes for being presumptuous. He was to count out loud for every one that he was given, and thanked him afterwards. The second time it happened, he received twenty for failing to learn his lesson. He was then made to clean up his own semen from the floor with his tongue. The third time never took place. Not because of the ruthless fingers that enclosed around his erect penis, hard enough to make him passing out from pain, but the threatening voice that told him he was not going to get his hand on another hormone suppressant pill if he enjoyed sex so much. So Gregory endured, tried his hardest to block out hand that breached him, the fingers that played with his prostate ruthlessly. His brain was nothing but a fogging mess as he fought his body's automatic response, and his primal urge as an Omega. He bit down his own arms hard. His own fingers crushed onto his rebellious erection that refused to die down, until pain and pleasure both threatened to tear him apart. When he was finally given the privilege to come, he was nothing but a bundle of over stimulated nerves. Afterwards, when he kissed and sucked on the fingers that had tortured him for hours, he was just glad to it was over for now.

He was to be at Kevin Campbell's beck and call for 3 months, which was Anthea's deal. Apparently Mycroft Holmes owed the Chief Superintendent a small favour, and the man wanted Gregory as repayment.

Despite what he had hoped for, her offer really wasn't at all that different to the job he held back then. If he was to sell himself, he might as make sure it was for the highest possible price. At least it was what he told himself.

The reward was fairly generous - 3 months of his time for a payment large enough to ensure he lived in relative comfort for the rest of his life. It wasn't what he would have wanted, but it was certainly better than what he could secure for himself. So he took the deal.

After his first week, he had learnt to be in the Chief Superintendent's good book. While he wasn't Sherlock Holmes, he wasn't an idiot either. It was nothing but a temporary role that he had to play. He wasn't going to make things harder for himself by letting trivial things like pride getting in the way.

So Gregory made sure he knew about everything there was to know about the man – particularly his preferences. He knew about his preferred angle of fucking his mouth, and how long the older man liked to rubbed the head of his penis against the back of his throat. He was aware how the other man enjoyed having his spent cock cleaned of lube and semen with a tongue, until he was hard enough to fuck his toy again.

Later on, he willing accepted a collar. He made sure he wore a butt plug at all time, so he was always slick and ready to be used.

He didn't even mind being shared amongst Kevin Campbell and his friends. It really wasn't all that different to what he had to do when he was still with the ex Commissioner, Edward Blair. In the private room of an exclusive night club, he was their entertainment for the night. Apparently none of them were important enough to receive much attention from the ex Commissioner during his regime, and now they were making up by enjoying his private whore. It was never just about sex. These Alphas clearly cared more about their once wounded pride and the thrill of power that they now possessed.

Gregory didn't give a damn about any of these. He was paid to play a role for 3 months, and he was determined to do it well. By the time he was allowed to leave, it was wee hours in the morning. His throat was raw from rounds of abuse, and his well used body was barely able to keep itself up. But he was smart enough to avoid any more serious damage yet again.

He knew after a night like this, he would mostly likely be given a day or two off to recover, which he certainly wouldn't mind having. After all, Kevin Campbell liked his toy to be in prime condition.

He was very much looking forward to some sleep. He was startled to find a discreet black sedan silently pulled up on the side walk, effectively blocking his way.

He hadn't expected to see Mycroft Holmes again.

Of course he would be given a pay cheque at the end of his service, but he imagined it could have come from one his agents, if not Anthea. And yet here he was, with his bespoke suits and umbrella. The only thing missing from was his Ice Man demeanour. The inconsistent tapping on the handle of his umbrella, and frown on the usually expressionless face – Gregory had only ever seen the younger man openly displayed his emotions in a handful times, and every one of them had something to do with his precious younger brother.

"Is Sherlock…" He couldn't help himself but blurted out.

"No…"

"Right…" With that being ruled out there was only one reason that why the politician would bother to show up at this hour of the day at this place, "I never knew you would care so much about this…"

"Of course I did!" The younger man practically yelled. Then as if he realised how forceful he was coming across, he took a step back.

"Well, I can assure you that the Chief Superintendent is quite satisfied with my service." Gregory said, hoping it would be the end of this discussion. It had been a long night. And he was very tired. But he was wrong, because the younger man paled considerably upon hearing his words.

The next moment he found himself being held in a bone crushing hug. All he could hear was guilt ridden apologies coming from the younger man.

"I'm so sorry, Gregory… I'm so sorry… I will fix this… I promise."

AN: Thank you for the reviews on the last chapter. To be honest, I was a little surprised with the amount of responses that I received. A few reviewers raised the question about Mycroft and his sphere of influence. In my mind, while he might be the closest thing to the British Government, he didn't have control over every aspect of the country. He merely had more resource and power at his disposal which he could use to manipulate others. Everyone had their own agendas and goals, what he was good at was persuasion and negotiation. Of course it does not explain what had happened to Gregory. You will get to hear his side of story next chapter. I promise.