ihadabadday | Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed

He stopped and let out a breath. He swallowed and then turned back to face the man. John let out a breath and whined softly. He couldn't help it. That voice... It was such an incredible turn on.

John stripped off his clothes, revealing bit by bit of his body. He folded his clothes, setting them onto the table. His watch and wallet went into some of the drawers.

He stepped back over to the man, looking up at him. "John, sir."

"Hmm.. John." Sherlock looked the man over. He was indeed solidly built. Not really muscular, but toned in the right places, with just the barest hint of middle age softness creeping around his midsection. He used to keep up his exercise routine, but in the past year he has stopped for some reason. And yet, the.. 'exercise' he gets here at work keeps him trim enough.

His chest was mostly bare, just a small hint of chest hair, that was nice, a furry chest was not much of a turn on to Sherlock, though if he liked the rest of the package, it could be forgiven.

Speaking of the rest of the package, he was indeed nicely endowed. Not terribly long but quite thick. That could be.. fun. He was a bit shorter than his usual whores, the size difference could be a bit of an issue, but he was willing to give it a pass for now.

Sherlock walked around him. Mm.. nice arse as well, plump but not overly so, well proportioned,. His legs and calves were well muscled, he was used to standing for long periods of time. That would come in handy.

Finally he came back around to the front.

"This is your last chance. Are there any hard limits that you have, anything you will not do. I will take these into account now, but as soon as this conversation is done, anything is fair unless you tell me.: He said in an even tone. "And you need a safeword, a word that if you say, I will stop what I am doing immediately. If you are gagged, we will come up with a non verbal cue, but for now, I need a word."

"I may be a sadist, but I am human being. I will never willingly take a person further than their limits, as long as I know what those limits are."

"No scars." He said after a moment. He raised his head and stared at Sherlock. There was a hard look in his eyes. This was something about him that was not to be messed with. But as soon as it had appeared, it was gone.

John let out a breath as he thought. A safeword. He had safewords before, but he had never used them. Not with any of his other clients. But he wanted to have it in place for this.

"Cameos." He answered firmly.

"Cameos." Sherlock repeated, to make sure that he heard it correctly.

"And you are positive that scarring is your only hard limit. You understand that if we continue to meet, there will almost definitely be bloodplay, pissplay, pain, cock and ball torture, bondage, and other possibly extreme parts to our session. I never do scat, mutilations, other other items of that ilk, but I cannot promise anything else. This is your very last chance, John."

This was also going to be the last time he used the man's name, if he agreed, he would lose his identity as well.

"I am positive." He answered firmly. John met Sherlock's eyes, unflinching.

While he had never done anything harder than light BDSM, he had researched. He knew what other things lay out there.

And during all of this. His cock had never wilted. If anything, the discussion served to make him harder. Want it more.

Sherlock's eyes grew hard and cold. It was time to test the man. And he was going to jump in with both feet. He'd give him one easy task, to judge his prowess and prove that he was worth Sherlock's time, then it's right into the deep end.

"Kneel before me." He demanded, his finger point at the ground in front of him.

John let out a breath and he then nodded. He knelt at Sherlock's feet.

He tilted his head up and watched the man. His lips were parted and he seemed eager. Willing.

His heart was pounding in his chest and he wanted... He wanted it.

"Oh, look at you, little slut." he teased."You think you are worth to suck my cock, do you?" He asked, his voice hard and low. "You haven't earned your name yet, you are just my little slut. And you have to earn the right to touch my cock."

He smiled evilly. "Take my socks and shoes off, and then show me what you can do with that tongue of yours."

John shivered at the words, shivered as they flowed over him. It helped put him in the right mindset. He was here to serve, to obey, to please.

He moved forward just a bit, and began to untie Sherlock's shoes. He was careful as he slid each shoe off and then pulled the socks off. He was pleased to see the man was well manicured.

He leaned in and licked along one toe and up the top of his foot. John then moved his head, licking along the skin. He didn't do anything more. Sir hadn't commanded it. He was to just use his tongue now.

If there was one thing about Sherlock, it was that he was fastidiously clean and groomed, from his toenails the to top of his head, everything about him was well controlled.

He wanted control, in everything.

Sherlock lifted his feet enough for John to slip his shoes and socks off, put his feet back down, letting the man lick and groom his foot and digits. He didn't paritcularly have a foot fetish, but this was a good way to judge your bottom to see if he really was willing to push his limits.

And here we go.

Sherlock lifted his left foot off the ground, presenting him with the bottom of his foot. Would the man lick a foot that had just been on the floor, even if the floor was rinsed after every use?

John swallowed, but leaned in to lick along the bottom of Sherlock's foot. He wanted to please the man. He wanted to please him and do this again. He didn't want to be cast aside.

He shuddered as he moved his tongue higher, licking more. He wanted to show Sherlock what an obedient sub he could be.

He didn't close his eyes, instead choosing to watch Sherlock, unless the man commanded him look away.

It was quite good that Sherlock was not ticklish, he had seen lesser men reduced to a quivering pile when thier feet were attended to.

When Sherlock was satisfied with his right foot, he lifted his left for John, nodding that he should continue.

So far, he was satisfied. He could see that he was pushing John's comfort zone a bit, but that was important when it came to a sub, to constantly challenge them and bring them new opportunities and challenges. It made them a better sub for everyone, not just himself.

John moved to the next foot, continuing to lick along the skin.

This was pushing his boundaries, but he didn't complain. He wouldn't probably do this for anyone else. He wasn't even sure if Sherlock would ask him to do it again. But he would if he was asked.

It was easy to tell that this was not in John's normal wheelhouse, but Sherlock admired that he was indeed pushing his boundaries and limits. That spoke highly of him as a sub.

And it earned him the right to move on.

He put his foot down after a bit longer time than the right foot, once again, pushing him just a little further.

"Okay, my little slut. You have earned the right to remove my trousers, but leave my pants on. You haven't earned that right, not yet." He grinned. "And you haven't earned the right to use your hands yet, so mouth only."

He knew it would take some time and finagling to get his trousers off with no hands, this was the next test to see if he had both the dexterity to undress him, and the patience to get a reward if he succeeded.

John leaned back and looked at the man. He licked his lips and nodded. He shifted a bit colder, the floor so cold and firm on his knees. But he ignored it.

He leaned in and carefully tugged the button loose before taking hold of the zipper and tugging it down slowly. Slow so nothing would catch and the scene would end prematurely.

Keeping hold of the zipper, he tugged again, watching as the trousers began to slip down Sherlock's hips. Another tug and they pooled down around his ankles.

Hmm... That hadn't taken too long at all, less than 5 minutes to get the button undone and the zipper down enough that gravity would do the rest. This man had some talent in that wicked little mouth of his, it seemed.

Sherlock stepped out of the trousers, giving John a tiny little reward, a nice look at the way that his pants were tented in the front, and what he had to look forward to... eventually. Every step he took was one step closer to the prize of being able to suck him off.

"Mmm.. so far you are doing quite well, my little slut. " His voice grew hard again. "But you haven't quite earned the honour of sucking me off, not yet. " He growled.

He looked positively huge. But maybe it was just the anger. He let out a whine and nodded. He understood.

John could be patient. He could wait. He wanted to be a good slut for Sir.

He shifted a bit on his knees, spreading his legs a bit. He wasn't trying to get relief, just a better angle.

"My pants need to come off. Now." He ordered. "But you damn well better not touch my cock or bollocks with any part of your lips or tongue, or else where will be... consequences." He growled. His tone made it certain that it would not be in any way enjoyable for John

Let's see how he solved this puzzle, he thought.

John swallowed and nodded. He moved to one side and carefully tugged the pants down with his teeth. He then went to the other side to do the same. He was taking it slow, not wanting to upset Sir.

Soon enough he watched the pants slide down Sir's legs and he lowered his gaze. He hadn't earned Sir's cock yet. Not even the privilege to look at it.

Sherlock had deliberately spread his legs out a bit to make John have to work harder to get his pants down, but eventually pushed them back together after letting John do the hardest part, and let gravity once again take over.

He pat John's head, like one would pat a dog who brought his master his slippers.

"Good boy." He said with a slight smile.

"Now only one more task before I give you the privilege of sucking me." He said, the praise in the voice gone.

He turned around, presenting his arse. "Clean." He said."You can use your hands to open my cheeks, but nothing more. A good cleaning, then you can have your reward."

As with everything fastidious about him, he had made sure to clean this part of himself well. Of course there would always be his musky scent, even after a wash, but all of him was totally clean, there was no chance of.. contamination.

John shivered at the touch. Oh fuck. He let out a breath. Such weight was carried on two little words. He could hardly believe it. But he did want to please Sir. He did want the privilege of sucking him. Of being nothing more than a hole to fuck

He watched as he turned, presenting that arse to him. John licked his lips and shifted closer. He then rose higher on his knees and reached up to spread his cheeks.

Without waiting and not wanting to disappoint Sir, he leaned in and ran his tongue over that hole.

He whimpered and did it again. And again.

"Ahhhhh.." It was the first noise he had made other than talking to John. Through the feet, the trousers, and the pants, he had stayed quiet, but when it was his arse that was being worshiped, he couldn't help but moan softly.

"Inside." He commanded. He knew that a tongue wouldn't go far inside, but it would be enough to make him feel very, very nice.

He felt a small surge of pride that he did that. That he cause Sir to make that noise. He wanted to keep hearing noises from him. To know he was doing well.

John made a noise in acknowledgement before he pushed his tongue inside. The hole gripped him tight, but he began glove his tongue in and out and around.

"Ahhhh... yesss..." He hissed, shifting backwards to press himself further against John. Oh, this was heaven. That little tongue of his was quite wicked, and well skilled.

He gave himself a few more moments of bliss before he went serious again.

"STOP." he commanded. "Kneel before me, eyes down. That is how I want you when we start and end sessions and between playtimes. That is your default position. Do you understand?"

Oh, he wanted to play with his man more- him and that tongue of his. But now it was time to really put it to use.

John pulled away and assumed the required position. He put his hands on his thighs, not touching his hard cock. He had developed a large amount of self control over his tenure as a rent boy.

"Yes'sir. I understand." He said.

He let out a breath, focusing on the floor.

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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