"Yy-yes, Sir." He grunted when he was pushed down to his knees. It pushed the plug deeper and he moaned loudly, his spent cock giving a little twitch. He licked his lips and opened his mouth, flicking his tongue against the glans, tasting salt and sweat and brimstone, liking up the come that was surprisingly still trickling down, the last of his leavings.

And he was still hard.

Fuck.

There was no way Sherlock could take much inside his mouth, he wasn't even sure that he could get the entire head, but he opened as wide as he could and slid forward, getting almost all of it inside before he started to gag and had to pull back.


"I.. I'm sorry, Sir." He said, his eyes downcast. "I will try again." He knew a bit more of what to expect now, and he changed the angle of attack a bit. This time he was just barely able to get the entire glans inside. He couldn't keep it all the way in for long though, so he pulled back a bit, leaving most still inside.