Sebastian swung himself painfully from the bed, grimacing. "Christ, John, what did you go and do?" he muttered to himself before coming out, yawning. "Jesus, Jim, what do you want?"

John's heart sunk as he called in Sebastian. He face reddened and he looked away from the door as Sebastian walked in.

Jim smirked. '"John here seems to think you're a 'nice, caring, man.' Prove him wrong," Jim said flatly, his smile disappearing as he looked at John with loathing.

Sebastian's stomach dropped with fear even as he cracked a wicked grin. "Right..." He hopped on the bed, stripping off his trousers. "It's been a while since I've gotten to have my way with you with an audience, isn't it, John?" he said, tracing his fingers up John's chest and running them along John's lips, slowly pushing two of his fingers inside for John to suck. "And you know what, Jim? I can make him come even when he won't want to," he said, looking over at his boss. "We'll give you a very good show...won't we, John?" Before John could respond, he added two more fingers so that John was gagging.

John choked and gagged on the fingers until they were finally removed. All the same though, as terrible as this was, being here with Sebastian was enough to start to get him hard.

"See? The slut's already got a stiff one," Sebastian smirked. "Well, John, I'm going to make your wildest dreams come true. Mmmm, I love you baby," he said, his voice dripping with syrupy sarcasm, before he leaned in and kissed John roughly, shoving his tongue into John's throat while his hands pinched mercilessly at John's nipples.

John let out a small whimper into Sebastian's mouth, half pained, half pleasure. It was horrible, being with Sebastian like this, but there wasn't anything either of them could do about it.

Sebastian hated being rough with John, but at the same time, it had been so long since he'd been able to touch John in any sort of sexual way, and hearing John's moans, which didn't seem entirely miserable, hardened his cock immediately. He tried to block out Jim's laughs and stares and focused on John. It was just roleplaying. It was just a game, he kept trying to tell himself. "Jim, do you have a vibrating dildo?" he asked, beginning to stroke John's cock roughly, his other hand circling John's throat, keeping his head pinned against the headboard. John let out a little strangled noise and tried to forget about Jim's existence, trying to focus only on Sebastian.

Jim smirked and went to grab one from the closet and tossed it at him. "There you are darling, stick it where the sun don't shine."

"Open wide, Johnny, this is the only lube you're getting," Sebastian said, shoving the dildo into John's mouth, moving it in and out and watching him, his hand going to tangle and yank at John's hair.

John's eyes went wide and he gagged as the dildo was shoved in. He tried getting as much spit on it as he could. He was still sore from the previous night where Sebastian had been forced into him without even spit, and then Jim had used his own blood for lube—which had been slightly better, but not much. He whimpered, his heart pounding. This just got a lot less fun. He wanted to shake his head and plead him to use lube, but he wasn't allowed to talk and it would only make Jim laugh. Why? he wanted to cry to Sebastian-Jim would've allowed lube. He yanked at his restraints, his stomach coiling.

"Born to have a cock in his mouth, wouldn't you agree, Jim?" Jim grinned and laughed, and Sebastian forced himself to laugh along with him. This was killing him, but Jim had wanted him to prove that he wasn't nice or caring. He was going to have to hurt John, potentially to the point of injury, and he hated it. He pulled the dildo out and immediately replaced it with his mouth, kissing John roughly as he found John's hole, teasing it with his fingers for a moment before shoving the dildo all the way in.

John cried out in pain and squeezed his eyes shut as the dildo was slammed in to him. He screwed up his face and held back a choked sob, his hands balling into fists. He could hear Jim, still laughing.

Sebastian waited a while so John's muscles could stop spasming, then he turned the vibrator onto the lowest setting and left it inside John, rising to his knees in front of John. "You're going to suck me, pet, and you'd better make it good, or you'll pay." Sebastian's back was aching. He didn't want to be here. He hated hearing John's cries of pain. He looked away from John to grin at Jim. "Are you entertained so far, boss?"

Jim had a faint smile on his lips. "So far, but you had better get the show on the road soon, I want that slut to learn his lesson." Jim dropped down into a chair to watch from the corner of the room.

John let out a strained sound of pain as the dildo was switched on. He was so tense, it didn't even feel good. As Sebastian moved closer up over him, John slowly lowered his jaw, not looking up at Sebastian. He wanted to enjoy this at least a little bit, but he couldn't.

Sebastian reached back and pulled the dildo out slowly, turning it to a higher setting, pushing it in slowly and angling it up so it hit John's prostate. He moved his cock up to tease it against John's mouth.

John let out a small gasp as the dildo shoved against his prostate. He wanted this to be over. He wanted it to stop. He felt his eyes watering and he hated himself for it. He tried to blink back tears. Before Sebastian's cock went in, John couldn't help himself but say, "Please...master...I'm sorry...you were right...please, make him stop." John's voice was strain and on the edge of breaking down, "I'm sorry...please...I'm sorry..."

"Shut up and take it," Sebastian growled, smacking John hard across the face. Jim stood up and strode over to grab Sebastian by the back of his neck, yanking him back. "All right, Seb, the teachable moment's over. Go back to bed, have a wank, and leave us alone."

"But boss, I never even got to—"

"Sebastian," Jim said in a low, warning voice. Sebastian growled and stood up, yanking back on his pyjama pants, wincing as his back stretched out his marks. His tiger tattoo now had two wide stripes splitting through it. He snuck a sympathetic look at John, before returning to his bedroom, feeling awful. He wasn't going to be able to sleep after this.

John let out a shaky, relieved sigh as Jim called Sebastian off. He would never have thought that he would actually listen to him. "Th-thank you, master," he choked out, the dildo still rammed up inside of him.

Jim crawled up next to him, pulling out the dildo slowly. "See, John, I can be merciful," he said, moving up to kiss John slowly. "Sebastian can be so crude, can't he?" he said, kissing John more deeply, sucking on his tongue as one hand traveled to John's cock, stroking it very gently, fingers deftly massaging his balls and prenium.

John loathed that at the moment, he preferred Jim's touch to Sebastian's. He let out an unsteady breath and swallowed thickly and gave a small nod.

"I'm going to give you one last chance to be a good boy, John," Jim said, moving his hand to John's ankles, which were still tightly bound apart from each other. "Don't make me regret this." He grabbed a knife from the bedside and cut his legs free, then moved up and cut off the bindings holding back John's arms and wrists. "Now, undress me, Johnny. With care, if you would."

John clenched his jaw and swallowed. He took a moment to stretch his aching muscles, but not too long. He then moved to silently kneel before Jim on the bed and began to delicately unbutton his suit jacket. He tugged it off Jim's arms, folded it lightly in half, then rested it on the bed before starting to remove Jim's silk tie, then the buttons on his shirt and his cuff links, setting them on the bed as well. John didn't look up at Jim's face as he worked, just kept doing the movements, all a bit mechanically, but carefully. Once he finished Jim's top half, he softly asked, "Master, could you please stand so I can take off the rest?"

Jim stood, looking down at John with a faint smirk. "Remember, John, when you came to bed with me willingly? When you rode me like some sort of desperate, ferocious animal? You were so gorgeous, Johnny," he said, stroking back John's hair. "And you enjoyed yourself, didn't you? This doesn't have to be a miserable experience for you. Tonight, if you're a good boy, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself."

John grimaced at the floor so Jim couldn't see, and gave a small nod. "Yes, master..." he mumbled as he pulled off Jim's belt, then his socks, trousers, and pants.

As Jim stepped out of his pants, he tilted John's face up toward him. "Well, John. What do you want to do now?" he asked softly.

John's eyes met Jim's only for a moment before he looked away. "Whatever you'd like, master." John wanted to sleep. He wanted to go home to 221B and sleep.

Jim was already half-hard from John undressing him. "Touch me," he commanded.

"Wh...where?" John asked, unsure if Jim meant blow job, hand job, or just...touching.

"Touch me, get me hard!" Jim barked impatiently. "However you want to, snap to!"

John flinched, and since he was already on his knees, just moved forward to take Jim into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Ungh!" Jim gasped as John took him in his mouth, running his hands through John's hair, yanking him in closer. "That's a good boy, John," he gasped.

John just wanted to get through the night. Reluctantly, he decided he would do his best, but only to get Jim off so that he could curl up and sleep and forget about everything. He let his tongue slide along the underside of his cock, teasing his ferenulum, and flicking his tongue over the slit. It didn't take long before he was completely hard, and John pulled back to look up at him, waiting for his next order.

Jim looked down at him with lusty eyes. "Get in bed," he said, crawling in hastily himself.

John immediately did so. "How do you want me, master?"

"Ohhh, very good, Johnny. Playing the slaveboy part beautifully, aren't we?" Jim pulled the covers up over them, then rolled John onto his back and crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him deeply but sensitively as his hand moved to expertly stimulate and tease John's cock into hardness.

John let the other kiss him and take the lead. He didn't say anything in response to Jim's comment, only averted his eyes, embarrassed, especially because Jim was right. His pulse started going back up as he felt Jim palming his cock. He opened his legs a bit wider and turned his head to face the door, staring at it distantly as Jim grabbed at him. He wondered if he was going to be sleeping in here tonight or what the plan was, seeing as Sebastian was in his bed.

Jim forced John's head back toward him. "Look at me, John," he said. "Look at me, really. Look at my face, at my body. If I was just another man, just Jim from IT, would you be so upset to be with me right now? Is it really such a bad deal?" He leaned in to kiss John again, clutching at John's chest, raking his nails down it. He was straddling John now, thrusting his hips down and rubbing his cock along John's in a way that made him gasp and shudder.

John shuddered under Jim. Yes, it would still be bad, but he didn't say anything. The only person he wanted to be with was Sebastian—and he wanted to be with him alone. John did as he said and looked at him, but it was more distant than anything. He was going to be here for Jim to have his way with. He'd hurry it up if he could.

Jim grabbed both of their cocks in one hand and stroked along them both. "I'm going to see you come tonight, John," he breathed, stroking his thumb over the head of John's cock before he pumped back down. His lips moved to John's neck, kissing at the spots he'd discovered were sensitive spots for John, sucking and caressing with his lips.

John let out a little whimper at the stimulation Jim was giving him, but he didn't say anything. He closed his eyes for a moment while Jim couldn't see his face and pretended it was Sebastian. He let out a deep breath and relaxed a bit.

"That's it, John," Jim whispered into John's neck, kissing down to John's collarbone. He was only stroking John's cock now, rutting his own cock against the inside of John's thigh as he did so.

"Don't talk...please...just...don't talk..." John mumbled. If Jim didn't say anything, maybe he could pretend it was Sebastian this whole time.

Jim moved his lips up to John's so he could look down into John's eyes, still rutting against him. "Why? So you can pretend like it's your darling Sebastian making love to you?" His eyes flashed with malice for a moment, then he smiled and moved to bite and suck at John's ear. "What does he do to you that you like, Johnny? Tell me and I'll do my best to replicate..."

John shook his head. He couldn't possibly tell Jim how domineering he was—how much he liked it. It was only horrible with Jim. "Just do whatever you want," he said miserably, not looking at him.

"I don't like your tone, Johnny. Like you're bored of me, like I'm some nuisance you have to put up with." Jim said, stroking John's cock faster and kneading his balls with his free hand.

John let out a strained moan and involuntarily bucked his hips up into Jim's hand, but didn't say anything else, not wanting to ruin his second chance.

"That's it," Jim whispered quietly, then stopped talking, capturing John's mouth with his, kissing him aggressively, sucking at John's lips and moving John's legs up so he could start prodding at his hole with one finger.

John grit his teeth when Jim poked at him. "Please—please, master, can you use the lube?" he asked, unsure if he could take any more dry penetrations.

"Yes, of course, Johnny," Jim murmured, grinning. "We've been running that little arsehole of yours ragged, haven't we?" He leaned over and slicked a generous amount over his fingers, slipping them inside of John to lubricate him thoroughly. He brushed his two fingers against John's prostate, watching him carefully. "Johnn, I have an assignment for you that's going to take you out of the house for once," he said, beginning to move his fingers in and out.

John's breath hitched and he sighed in relief as the cold lubricant was spread inside of him—it was almost soothing. He let out a small moan as Jim pressed against his prostate. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I have to go to a fucking reception for a royal ambassador next month, and it's going to be dull, but I have some deals to make. I want you there as my arm candy. It's a black tie affair, you see..." Jim said, adding a third finger and twisting all of them around so that his knuckles brushed different places inside John.

"Uunnggh—" John gasped, squirming a bit, "Wh-why me? Why not Sebastian—?"

Jim grinned down at John for a moment, loving seeing John come undone. He one-handedly slicked his free hand with lube and used it to begin stroking John's cock as his fingers worked inside of him. "Sebastian will be there, but he'll be in the background as my bodyguard and sniper. I need someone on my arm, someone to keep me company and to show everyone there that I choose my men with a bit of dignity. You, John, would brush up very nicely, I think," he said softly, his hands moving a bit faster.

John struggled to keep his breathing steady as Jim's lubed hands worked him inside and out. He would do practically anything to get out of this place, but go on a date with Jim? Because that's what it essentially was, wasn't it? "Who will be there—?" he gasped. "Anyone I would know?" If that were the case, there was no way in hell he was going. It would have to be over his dead body, and he figured even Jim Moriarty wouldn't want to drag a corpse around with him at a social event.

Jim laughed, removing his fingers. "Not unless you know any Finnish royalty or uppercrust British socialites," he said. "Don't worry, doctor, none of your friends will be anywhere near this event." He lined his cock up with John, slicking it with lube before pushing very slowly inside, gasping a bit. "Mmmm, Johnn..." he leaned down to kiss John as he pushed further in.

John groaned lowly. This felt much better than what Sebastian had just been doing, but at the same time, John hated it because it was Jim. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back. "When next month? ...isn't tomorrow next month?" he asked, having sort of lost track of the time he'd spent with Jim as all of the days were blurring together.

"Two weeks away," Jim gasped, beginning to move in and out slowly, biting down on John's lip and dragging it out. He rarely took the time to actually "make love" and not just fuck, and he was finding it surprisingly enjoyable. John's responses made everything more interesting.

"Ah..." John replied, then another, "Ah!" came as Jim thrust up against his prostate. John's fingers curled in the sheets and said, "Well—I hate to say it, but I haven't got anything to wear—perhaps—ah!—you should just bring someone else—someone that you actually care about, for instance—" John squeezed his eyes shut.

"I'll have you dressed and groomed, sweetheart," Jim panted, wishing he could bottle up John's twitches and gasps and examine them whenever he wanted. He began to suck and bite on John's ear as he started thrusting harder, beginning to shake the bed. "And what makes you think I—unghh—care about—anyone?" he added.

"I'm not—saying you do—I'm just saying, you obviously don't care about me—so why don't you—fuck—take someone who you don't have complete contempt for—" John gasped and moved his hands to grip Jim's biceps, "Even if you don't like to show it—I know you care for Sebastian—so I imagine there are at least a few people out there—phhhfff—that you would rather bring over someone who's nothing more to you than a fuck toy—" John practically spat at him.

Jim reached up and yanked back John's head by his hair, baring his throat. "I do not care for Sebastian!" he growled, panting as he thrust in forcefully. "He's a valued employee—" he stopped and shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit him. He was getting close to coming. "I want to keep him alive and loyal. That's all. And fuck toys—" he punctuated the title with a particularly forceful thrust against John's prostate. "—make the very best arm candy!" Still yanking on John's hair, he leaned in and bit John on the chest, moving to suck on his nipples.

"Nngh!" John grunted between bared teeth, "You're a shit liar," he hissed as Jim slammed against his prostate. And the more that he talked about it, the more he realized that Jim really did have feelings for Sebastian, even if they were sick and twisted ones. "He's a soft spot—that's the reason you didn't make him stay on the ground with glass digging into his back all night, not because I asked you to let me help him, but because you could use me asking for it as an excuse to cave in—if only a little—you wanted me to look like the weak one, not you—God, you're twisted—is that why you dislike me so much? Because at least I can say I'm in love with him, but you can't?"

Jim looked furious, and he thrust into John with all the more vigor, balancing his hands on John's shoulders. "DON'T. YOU. DARE. TALK. ABOUT. THIS, you pathetic quivering whore!" he snarled, shaking with rage and mounting pleasure.

John grinned up at him. Clearly he'd touched on a bit of a sore spot. "Don't lose your temper, Jimmy!" John snapped up at him, as he teetered on the razor's edge of an orgasm.

Jim looped his hands around John's neck, yelling in rage that mixed with pleasure as he slammed into John, coming hard, his spasming hands flexing even tighter around John's throat. He couldn't remember the last time he'd yelled so loud during sex.

John gasped for a breath that didn't come, but he was able to let out a strangled cry as he came in between both of their stomachs, his nails digging in to Jim's flesh.

Still straddling him, Jim reached for his phone, panting. "This is what happens, is it, Johnny, when I loosen your leash a bit? Seems you've forgotten...the cards in my hand..." He punched in a number and waited, looking down at John, his dark eyes full of hatred. "Kill Stamford."