Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

Sex sold. It could be seen in marketing for businesses across all sorts of industries.

And for John Watson, his business was booming.

He worked out of a club in London that catered to certain... Tastes. Men and women who looked to dominate someone sexually. Some would look down on a man having that job, scoffing. Sex work was legal though. But those who were interested in BDSM, found sex workers to be lacking.

John was sitting at a bar at the club he usually worked out of, nursing a soda. He rarely drank when he was working, preferring to stay sober.

He looked around the room, seeing if there was anyone who caught his interest tonight.

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[seaweed_writes]

Oh, Sherlock had noticed that state of his cock, but he wasn't about to let John get away with this so easily. He came around and used his shoe to nudge at that hard, dripping cock, not hard, but again enough to let John know what he was doing.

"And why would you.. a drippy little cockslut that isn't even worthy of looking up at me, much less touching me, want to push me to see what I would do? Did you think I would roll over and just let you take what you want, you filthy whore?"

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"No sir. I did not think that. I... I wanted to see how you punish me. Since we ended early last time."

John didn't knnow what would happen now. He was flushed all over and struggling not to touch himself.

[seaweed_writes]

"You... want to get punished." Sherlock somewhat more gently, though still with his foot, tapped at John's cock.

Then he smiled, an actual smile, and chuckled lightly. "Well, that leaves me with a bit of a conundrum then." He said, his face going serious again. If I punish you, then you will get what you want, but if I don't punish you, then you won't get the point that what you did was unacceptable, and that I am quite disappointed in you."

He started walking around John again. "So.. what to do about this interesting problem then, I wonder.." He stroke his chin as he circled around the kneeling man.

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"I'm being a selfish slut sir. Please forgive me." John whispered. He swallowed, struggling not to look at Sherlock. He wanted to look up, beg and plead.

He swallowed again and dug his nails into his thighs. He was breathing heavily, his cock straining and leaking.

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"Yes. Yes you are. I think I know what you need. Come with me." He pulled John up by the hair until he was standing. "Keep your eyes down, you aren't worth to look at me. You will have to earn that back. And it wont be easy."

He tugged John down the hallway into his own bedroom, tossing him towards the bed. "Kneel in front of the bed. Get into position!"

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John got up and stumbled after Sherlock, keeping his eyes down. He was right, he didn't deserve to look at the man. Not after he goaded him into this. He swallowed and nearly fell as Sherlock practically tossed him.

He stumbled and fell to his knees in front of the bed. He then shifted to assume the correct position. He now wanted to please Sir...

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock rifled through his 'toy chest', a footlocker at the end of his bed. He came back a moment later, with a small rubber ring. He kneeled down and pushed it none too gently down to the base of John's cock, then stood back up again.

"There you go, that should keep you from coming. " His face turned deadly serious. "It better keep you from coming. Because if you orgasm before I tell you to.. if I tell you to, if you earn the right to even come, then the punishment will be FAR worse. Do you understand my little cock slut?"

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He gasped when he felt that rubber ring slide onto his cock. He shivered and nodded. "Yes'sir. I understand. My body is yours. I come at your command and not a moment sooner."

John swallowed and whined. He couldn't help it. He wanted it. More. He wanted to be dominated and owned.

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"It I let you at all." He said. "I'm not sure if you even deserve to.

He made a show of slowly unbuttoning his shirt, taking his time with each button, then oh so slowly pulling it off one shoulder, then the other. This was the first time John saw him shirtless, so he was milking it for all it was worth.

When that was done, the tossed the shirt on the bed, and oh so slowly undid the button and zip of his trousers, letting them open up but not pulling the pants down yet. He was going to make sure this took an agonizingly long time.

[ihadabadday]

He wanted to watch Sherlock. He wanted to see each bit of that revealed skin. But he... He had been given permission to look. He continued to stare at the floor, making small aborted noises as he shifted and squirmed.

John was... He was eager. He wanted to see what Sherlock was going to give him. Do to him.

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Sherlock undid his trousers, pulling his pants down along with them, and threw them on the bed as well. He stood in front of John, naked, hard, cock jutting out proudly in front of him.

"Eyes, down, little slut. You don't deserve to watch this." And with that, he took himself in hand and started to roam around his cock, pulling the foreskin back from his glans and rubbing the pad of his finger across his slit, he made an obscene groan.

"Mmm.. " he moaned softly.

[ihadabadday]

He kept his eyes down, wanting to see, watching watch. But he wasn't deserving of it. John let out a breath and dug his nails into his thighs. Fuck fuck. He whined and shifted.

But he didn't look up. Even as he heard those obscene noises. Sherlock moaning and then the sound of his hand on his cock.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock made sure to be much louder than he ever would normally be, using one hand to stroke himself, after lubing his hand up with a tube from the bedside table drawer, and his other hand massaged his bollocks, rolling them around in the palms of his hands.

"Nnnng..... yess.... Just there.." He groaned, finding the place right on the underside of the corona that was particularly sensitive.

He stepped closer to John, his cock almost touching his face so he could smell and hear what he was doing. Sherlock watched him closely to make sure his eyes stayed down. If not.. there would be hell to pay.

[ihadabadday]

He could smell him and feel him. But he kept his eyes on the floor. He didn't look up. He shut his eyes tightly, scared he might actually look up. John swallowed and let out a breath.

"I'm sorry for closing my eyes sir. I was too afraid that I would look up and look at you." John apologized.

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"Open them." He commanded. "This is your punishment. You WILL open your eyes, and you will not look up at me, do you understand??" It was as much of a statement as it was a question.

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John opened his eyes and kept them downcast at the floor. He was gasping and struggling. It was hard not to give in and look up. But he wanted to please Sherlock. He wanted to show that he could do this.

He whined and dug his nails into his thighs. He swore he was going to draw blood.

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Sherlock had slowed a bit to make sure that John was obeying him.. when he saw the man's eyes open again, he went at himself full force, tugging and jerking and hitting the places that he knew would send him spiraling over.

"Ahhh... nnng... Johhnnnnnn!!!" He groaned out the man's name as his cock spasmed. He was close enough to John, just centimeters away... that when the first spurts of his come erupted, they coated the man's face, his cheek and nose and over his mouth..

Sherlock stroked himself through his orgasm, covering John with his stickiness..

"Mmmmm..." He stroked a few times at the end, just to finish himself off, and then backs away.

"You best not clean that off." He warned.

[ihadabadday]

"Yes'sir..." John breathed. He let out a breath and swallowed.

Feeling that come hit his face... It increased his pleasure. He wanted... He wanted. Fuck. He was breathing heavily, trying to keep himself together.

[seaweed_writes]

"Now. I want you to stay there. I'm going to leave the room for a bit. and when I come back, if I see that you've moved more than a tiny bit, there will be hell to pay. Got it, slut?"

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"Yes sir." John breathed. He knew Sherlock was not kidding. He let out a breath and remained where he was, staring at the floor. The come drying on his face was itchy now.

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Sherlock knew that he he had at least 30 minutes before he could even try to get hard again. He grabbed a robe and tied it around him and went into the kitchen. He made himself a cup of tea and a small sandwich. He wasn't really hungry, but today had been a bit of a workout, and he hoped that it would continue.

He munched on his sandwich, sipped at his tea, and went through his emails, chucking out any cases that were less than a 5. He had a folder for the promising ones, ones that were at least 7s, but sadly he only moved one email over to that folder tonight. It had been slim pickings for the last week or so, which was part of the reason that he was so pent up.

[ihadabadday]

John took deep breaths when Sherlock left the room. He focused on a spot on the floor, still taking those deep breaths. He kept his gaze steady. He felt himself relax and calm. A meditative state. Allowing him to stay as Sherlock had commanded.

[seaweed_writes]

Sherlock allowed himself almost 45 minutes before he cleaned up the plate and cup, closed his laptop screen, and walked back into the room, only to find that John was just where he had been before.

He patted John on the head like a dog, like he had at the club. "Good boy." he praised him.

"Now.. I wonder.. should I continue your punishment, or you you think that you have learned your lesson.. hm? " he purred.

[ihadabadday]

"It is your choice sir." he breathed. John swallowed. He didn't want to assume. He wanted to make Sherlock happy. He didn't want to leave here.

[seaweed_writes]

"So, you aren't even going to try to convince me that you deserve a second chance? You are going to just roll over and play dead, hmm?" Sherlock paced back and forth in front of John, iddly stroking himself so he would start to harden up for whatever was to come .