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Driving Me Insane.

Sherlock didn't look half as worried as he should of, though John supposed that may have something to do with the liquid he was currently trying to keep from spilling down his chin. For the moment he was content to watch, walking to the kitchen and taking his Goddamn time, after all, Sherlock had to understand that this wasn't on his terms. He prepared himself a mug of steaming hot tea, eyes transfixed on the snakes of smoke swirling in smooth patterns from the rim of the cup. There were so many possibilities, so many options available to him which had only every been thought of in distant day dreams and fantasies he would never admit to himself that he had. Occasionally John would turn to make sure Sherlock wasn't breaking the rules, letting his eyes travel up and down, impressed by the fact that the slaves hard on was persisting despite the discomfort he must already be in. He moved back into the living room, taking a slow sip of the hot liquid before placing the cup down onto the coffee table.

"I definitely prefer you like this, it's more interesting than a gag - I appreciate the imagery. You on your knees, mouth full to over flowing..."

John smirked, crouching down in front of his gift and surveying him with bright and almost innocent eyes.

"And it looks as though..."

A single finger was bought forward, the very tip of it tracing a slow line from the thick base to the leaking tip of the man's cock, pausing momentarily to tease the smallest of circles over the precome drenched tip.

"You're enjoying it quite as much as I am..."

Though that probably wasn't all together true, with what he had planned John had no real expectation that Sherlock would be able to follow his previous order, the promised sight of Sherlock drooling and spluttering was far too enticing to let go of. If John had entertained the idea that things may unravel like this he would have been far more prepared, toys were wonderful things if they were in the hands of the right person. Thick black silicone, slicked and pressed into tight waiting heat, bindings and ways of restriction, over stimulation - the list was close to endless. Perhaps a shopping trip was in order, taking Sherlock out with a collar around his neck, having the man crawl along beside him...John paused before he got carried away, his imagination no better than the very real picture he had placed before him now. The pad of his finger now stained with bitter salt was placed barely on his tongue, just enough so he could appreciate the sharp tang of it, something he could no doubt live with very well in the future. Oh yes, it suited his pallet perfectly.

"Now, I could just leave you here. No food, no sleep. Just watch you slowly fade away until it became too much. I don't image you're all that good at doing as you're told but I'm not unreasonable..."

Not yet at least, he finished in his head, now tilted curiously at his struggling slave.

His hand slide back down, taking his time to properly map out and feel the lines of Sherlock's pale sculpted body. Flicking from one nipple to the other, two perfect red nubs just waited to be played with. Reddened, swollen and abused. The moment Sherlock's body twitched John's eyes flashed upward but still the liquid remained, dangerously close to dribbling over the curve of his slaves bottom lip. More than a little impressed John continued his journey southwards, fingers playing through coarse dark hair before reaching the solid base of the prick that jutted out so gloriously. The flesh was pale at the base, reddening nearer the head, the glands appearing swollen - succulent.

"Gorgeous."

He whispered, there was no point depreciating Sherlock or blatantly lying to him, John had already established Sherlock to be far more intelligent than anyone he had ever met which only made it more satisfying to see him like this.

"Not for long though, soon your going to be dribbling come from ever fucking hole you possess, so much that it stains your skin and you'll never forget who owns you. Soon enough your eyes will be red and tears will be burning the corners, threatening to fall down your cheeks as you sob for more, less, everything and nothing at all. But for now I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet."

John stood slowly, the ghost of an ache present in his knee as he rose to standing. Slowly, purposefully, he flicked the leather of his belt from each denim loop and allowed it to fall to the floor, opening the fly of his jeans enough to allow him to dig out the shaft of his own cock. The touch was almost enough to send him reeling, eyes fluttering for a moment as he breathed deeply in a vain attempt to control himself. As his breathing steadied his hand picked up rhythm, there was nothing like the sound of precome slicked flesh being thrust back and forth where all else you could hear was a faint gurgling. The entire time John kept his eyes fixed on his slaves, wide and already starting to water. Christ he really was struggling, the water rippling, raising to the very edge and then seconds later the present sounds were joined by a loud splutter and the obscenely delicious sight of Sherlock falling to his hands and knees. Soapy water flooded from his mouth as he choked and John had never seen anything so fucking beautiful but the slave wouldn't be getting away that easily. One firm hand gripped dark curls, forcing Sherlock's head back roughly, the tip of John's cock mere centimeters away from his mouth as he moved his hand in earnest. The face of the slave was so utterly debauched, so pornographic that John would have paid for the pleasure, but as it was it was his to own and if that wasn't exactly what tipped him over the edge. The oncoming orgasm hit him like a wave, ribbons of thick hot come streaming out over Sherlock's face; sticking to his lashes, painting his lips and even reaching up to his hair line. The room was silent but for John's ragged breaths and the odd cough from Sherlock as the soapy substance but have still be irritating his throat, a few minutes ticked by enabling John to regain some composure, to consider exactly what had just happened and what he had seen himself turn into.

"I..."

He stuttered, eyes blown out a horrified as he stumbled back wards, shaking his head back and forth as if that would help erase everything. this man had been abused, taken advantage of, was seriously messed up for asking for it and John had just...

"Sorry...I'm..."

With one final shake of his head John was in the bathroom, the door now forming a firm barrier between himself and the man who was slowly driving him insane.