And here's where things start get really dark. Brace yourself for a long haul of misery. Hopefully the payoff is worth it.
Taken
John stared up at Jim in horror, choking as the poker pressed against his windpipe. He reached up to grab it, trying to yank it away. He could already tell it was bruising. Sherlock would notice this right away.
Jim seemed to realize this too, and eased up on the pressure against John's windpipe, but kept it under his chin so John was still looking up. He looked down at John's panicked expression. Much better. "This is a tricky game. No bruising, no blood, no broken bones. Others might run dry of ideas. But there are places and ways I can hurt you that won't leave a single mark." Jim fell to his knees behind John and dug his fingers hard into John's kidney, singing in John's ear, "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny...if you hadn't been so ornery, this could all have been avoided. You could be on your way back to your cosy little flat by now."
John let out a cry of pain, arching away from Jim's touch. "St-Stop!"
"Why should I, John? You've done nothing to earn it," Jim said, boring a fingernail into the spinal bone at the base of John's neck, twisting against it painfully as he kept his other hand jammed into John's kidney, moving it up a bit to hit a new spot.
John shuddered and cried out again, "I'm sorry!"
"Mmm, you are now, aren't you? And you're going to be much more sorry when this is all over." Jim relished John's shudder and his small whimpering moan as he twisted his hand against John's kidney. "Ohh, do that again," he crooned, then backed away just far enough to kick John square in the back, pinning him to the ground. He straddled John's lower back, dragging his nails down his back. "And you know what happens next, don't you, John?"
John didn't know what was coming next and he didn't want to. He shook his head just a bit, more scared than he'd like to admit to.
"Playing innocent? Maybe that's better..." Jim pinched a nerve in John's neck and watched him fall unconscious. John had never piqued his curiosity in the least, that is, before he discovered that he was having a secret tryst with his most loyal gunman.
John had always seemed cute in an innocent, wholesome, dull way, but John had far more bite and ballsiness to him than Jim had anticipated. He remembered how John had seized Jim and told Sherlock to run back at the pool. The man had stamina, of course. He couldn't wait to ruin him.
When John woke up, he was on his stomach, blindfolded and tightly bound, spread-eagled and, from what he could feel, naked on a bed. His hips were propped up on some sort of padded pillow that left his ass sticking up in the air and his face in an awkward uncomfortable position.
It took John a moment to figure out where he was, and when it finally donned on him he panicked. He tried to cry out only to find he had been gagged. He yanked at the bonds which he quickly found were the same sharpened cuffs as before. He immediately stopped as he felt blood spilling down his forearms and the metal biting into his skin.
"Is this a big enough hint for you, Johnny, or do I need to make it more obvious?" Jim's voice floated from somewhere behind John, and John felt a caressing, gloved hand trail up his back. "I'm so curious to see how the slut takes it..."
John squirmed underneath him, trying to get him off, and at the same time, trying to keep from pulling on the cuffs at his wrists. He tried shouting in protest into the gag, feeling panic rise in his chest.
"How does it feel, Johnny? To have James Moriarty rendering you entirely helpless?" Jim slipped off one of his gloves and slid his bare hand around to John's stomach, splaying it above his cock, then grabbed a fistful of John's pubes and yanked at them, laughing.
John cried out into the gag, jerking his hips backwards, pained and embarrassed.
"This is a first for me...I've never been with anyone who knew who I really was before," Jim said, bending down to bite hard on John's arse, making John cry out. "Except for Sebastian, of course..." He shoved John's arse cheeks apart. "Hmm, that won't do, Johnny. Not at all. I'm going to fix that for you." Jim slid off the bed, leaving the room.
John's heart pounded, wondering what on earth Jim was talking about it, but far more dominant thought in his head was Sebastian. Sebastian had been with Jim? John shook his head. He didn't believe it. The thought was preposterous. He thought back to Sebastian and where he'd left him in the shower. He stomach knotted he bit down hard on the gag. His entire body tensed up as he heard Jim come back, panicked.
"Sebby'll think you did this just for him. And you'll have to let him think that, won't you?"
John felt Jim crawl up behind him to straddle him once more. A hand stroked down the cleft of his arse. John's stomach dropped and he squirmed in the restraints again, the handcuffs biting into his wrists painfully. Did what for him?
"It's not so bad as it goes on..." Jim said, redonning his gloves, pushing John's arse apart. He spreading something warm along it, then pressed something else onto it. John realized what it was in an instant and began squirming and thrashing and whimpering into his gag. Jim was waxing his arse. He was mortified.
Jim ripped the two strips off in one go, and John cried out, eyes watering. "It's the coming off that's the real kicker."
John buried his face into the pillow. He wanted to die of mortification. He had never felt more dehumanized or disgusting. He'd rather get shot again than go through with all of this—and he was sickened by the fact. What would Sebastian say? John didn't want to think about it as he arched his back and pushed his hips away from Jim.
"Mm, much better. You clean up well, Johnny," Jim said, then his tongue was sliding up between John's cheeks. His tongue found John's hole and began pushing its way inside.
John whimpered and tried jerking away again, but his struggling did was cause more and deeper cuts on his wrists which were starting to bleed profusely, blood running down his forearms to his elbows and dripping onto the bed. So, with disgust and reluctance, John forced himself to hold still, hoping it would mean things would finish faster anyway.
"Love the noises you make, pet..." Jim said. "Makes me want to hear the uncensored version." He reached up and unbuckled John's gag, leaving it up to John to spit it out, then lined himself up and shoved painfully into John until he was inside, balls-deep.
As the gag came out, John decided that he wasn't going to make a peep. That changed abruptly when Jim shoved into to him. The pain was excruciating; he had already been tense and Jim hadn't prepared him at all. He let out a twisted, pained cry. It was quite possibly one of the most painful things John had ever experienced and he couldn't help the tears the spilled from the corner of his eyes.
Jim closed his eyes and let out a pleasured groan as John enveloped him. He clutched at John's hips. "Ohhh, Johhn," he sighed. "I have to admit...it's been a while for me. This is...heavenly." He pulled out almost all the way then thrust in again, relishing John's cries of pain and the feel of John's warm tightness around you. "Mmm, you are delicious...I can see why Seb came back for seconds." He thrust out and in again, beginning a slow but rough rhythm, letting John feel every inch of him in exquisite, painful detail. "And you probably think he does it because he likes you or something. You've got a little crush, haven't you, doctor? Maybe a bit more than." Jim picked up the pace. "Adorable."
John's face was screwed up in agony as the tears fell from his eyes. He wanted to curl up and die. He wouldn't be able to walk straight after this; Sebastian would know something had happened. He'd just have to go without seeing him for a couple of days. Sherlock would know too, though...although he might just think it was Sebastian. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists as Jim continued to painfully rape him.
"Answer me this, John," Jim said, continuing to thrust in hard, his breath growing shallow. "Has he ever let you top? Hm?"
John didn't say anything in response. He was too busy trying not to cry out in pain or let out another choked sob.
"No? Want to know why?" Jim picked up to the fastest speed he could muster. He was riding toward an intense orgasm, and it was all he could do to keep his thoughts straight. "Because he only bottoms for me, John. His devotion will always be with me, no matter what you—ff-fuck, John—FUCK!" He gave a few final deep thrusts and came deep inside of John, holding himself there and not pulling out until he was limp.
John couldn't help but let his sob escape as Jim spoke. He wanted to believe he was lying, but now he didn't know. He could feel Jim come inside of him and he felt dirty and horrified and so, so ashamed. He was crying now, albeit silently. Thank God he hadn't gotten hard. He would never have been able to forgive himself for that. "Can I go now?" he asked quietly, his voice hoarse.
"Nah, I'm not quite finished with you, John. You were very rude today," Jim said. He straddled John's back and uncuffed him, then immediately used one of the cuffs to cuff his hands behind his back.
Jim moved to uncuff John's ankles, licking the blood off his hands when he was through, then rolled John onto his back. "You ever wondered what it's like to be pleasured by someone who can read your every twitch and sigh and pulse? I can figure out exactly what you like..." Jim began kissing down from John's navel, tender kisses that had just enough pressure and sucking to make anyone's eyes roll back and skin erupt in goosebumps.
John squeezed his eyes shut. "No...please no...I'm sorry—please don't—I'm sorry," John pleaded, horrified by how good it felt. He didn't want to enjoy this. He couldn't.
"Honey...hush," Jim cooed, beginning to gently cradle and fondle John's balls, stroking his finger back against John's prenium, then licked achingly slowly up John's length.
John's face was screwed up in horror as he felt himself starting to get hard. God. This was it then. He'd try and make it go quick. He'd pretend it was Sebastian. He pursed his lips, refusing to let out any sound.
"You know what the best part of this is, John?" Jim said quietly, stroking up and down John's thighs. He paused his talking to take one of John's balls in his mouth, sucking on it. John closed his eyes, gasping. "You will always be comparing me to Sebastian after this, whether you want to or not." He took the other ball in his mouth now, flicking his tongue along with it, then pulled away once more. "If Sebastian ever gives you head, that is." He dragged his lower lip along the underside of John's cock, then took the head in his mouth, sucking and running his tongue along slit.
John just barely held in a whimper. He knew it was true, of course, and he absolutely loathed it. Even when he was with Sebastian, now, he would be thinking about Jim. Sebastian. Sebastian. He tried desperately to think of Sebastian's mouth on him and not Jim's. It almost helped..almost.
Jim slid John almost entirely into his mouth, then pulled out suddenly and snarled, "Look at me." He glared up at John darkly. "I want your eyes on me when your toes curl and you come into my mouth."
John grit his teeth, his expression miserable as he eyes lowered to Moriarty. He tried picturing Sebastian's face. Tried to stare ahead and think of the night before. He didn't want this madman's face in his mind.
Jim's dark eyes bored into John's as he pulled John entirely into his mouth, letting John's cock brush the back of his throat as he sucked, grazing his teeth ever so lightly over John's skin, his tongue feeling out John's veins as he withdrew, then sucked John in again, hard, before finding a rhythm and began bobbing in and out.
John's breathing was irregular and hitched. He balled his hands into fists behind his back and looked down him, staring but not really looking.
As Jim sped up, he moved his hand back to John's balls, stroking and tugging at them, his knuckles grazing up against John's prenium. His eyes never strayed from John's, and his free hand slid up and down John's thigh, squeezing at the skin every now and then.
It wasn't long (thank God) before John could feel his orgasm building. He thought desperately of Sebastian and every good shag he'd ever had, and without warning, let his load shoot into Jim's mouth. He closed his eyes and let his head drop back. He could feel the cuffs digging into his wrists and could feel his blood still oozing out. He idly wondered how much he'd lost as he stared blankly at the ceiling. He'd have to make sure he didn't need stitches.
Jim sucked up John's cock one last time, catching every last drop, then pulled away. He moved up towards John, mouth still full, then clutched at John's throat with one hand, the other moving to John's jaw, forcing it open. Jim moved in to kiss him, depositing John's semen into his mouth before pulling away and clapping his hand over John's mouth. "Swallow," he demanded, glaring down at John.
John gagged, eyes going wide for a moment, sickened, and choked it down. He would throw up later. He felt the urge to do it now, but who was to say Jim wouldn't just make him lick it up again? He choked and it almost came out of his nose, but he managed to swallow it. Another tear slid from the corner of his eye. "Can I go now?' he asked quietly as he looked up at the ceiling, unsure of how much more torture he could take.
Jim's tongue, still bitter from John's come, snaked up John's face, catching his teardrop. "After you clean yourself up." He pressed a final firm kiss on John's shaky lips before he sprang up from the bed and disappeared, returning with two damp towels. He pushed John onto his side and unlocked his handcuffs, then tossed one of the towels to John. "Clean yourself up," he ordered, then began wiping at the blood on John's ankles. "Hmm, I think we stained the bedsheets, pet. We'll have to do this again sometime. Maybe next time I won't go so easy on you," he grinned wickedly.