"You are a good little whore." Sherlock said, as he added a third finger. "Maybe I shouldn't even give you my cock. Maybe I should just fist you instead. You stretch so far, cause you like taking beasts and giant Demons in your arse, don't you, my good little boy." He rubbed against John's prostate again with all three fingers.

"And after I fist you and if you are a good boy and don't come, then maybe I can fuck you when you are stretched so wide open that I just slide in and out with no resistance. "