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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[ihadabadday]

John let out a breath when he saw the man walk by. Just as gorgeous this close up. He licked his lips and then finished his drink. He put down some money and slid from the stool to go to the back room.

Room #5.

Interesting. He hadn't been in this room. Even though he often was a submissive for people. They tended to take a light hand.

He put his hand on the handle and then let himself in.

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Room #5 was one of the more... dark rooms of the club. Sherlock had tried out all 12, and this was the one that he liked best.

All four walls had a wallpaper on them that made them look like old time stone walls, like a stone dungeon, which is what it was.

There was a large bed against the far wall, big enough for 4 people. (Sherlock had tested that theory once. It was a close fit, but it worked). There was a headboard and a footbboard with carabiners to attach things to.

To the left were a few...devices, a St. Andrews Cross, with carabiners on all 4 'wings' of the X shaped cross. There was also a small, low wooden bench that with carabiners that could be used for all sorts of things, like a spanking table.

To the right was the "aftercare" area, a small couch to sit on, and all the cleaning supplies that one would need. Of course there were rules- clean up after yourself was the most important rule. There was no breaking that, or you would never come back. Most rooms had a no fluid rule, but this was an exception because the floor was concrete and the floor sloped very gently towards the very middle of the room where there was a drain.

That meant that there was a hose to wash up with, and also a large cabinet with all sorts of toys and such. You were encouraged to bring your own, but if you used the 'House Toys' condoms were ALWAYS used (there was a large supply always on hand) and they would ALWAYS get cleaned, as would everything else.


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Sherlock smiled when the man came in, a dark, predatory smile. He looked the man over- he was strong.. he was former military, he could see it in the man's hair and the way he stood, but he was kicked out.. oh.. he was caught doodling another officer, wasn't he? Such a bad boy.

He couldn't suppress a small chuckle.

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John's eyes darted around the room, taking everything in. Oh god. He could feel himself already starting to harden. He had never been with someone like this. It had all been mild BDSM and he... He wanted. He looked back to the man and licked his lips.

He locked the door and then stepped over towards the man. He let out a soft breath. "How would you like me sir?" He asked softly, "Or would you prefer me to call you something else?"

He shifted a bit, resisting the urge to press a hand to his erection.

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The man was nervous, his eyes had been darting around the room... so he had never been in here before, which meant that he probably wasn't used to a more.. hardcore scene.

Question was, was he amenable to it? He was about to get into a scene and have the man bolt because he couldn't stand a bit of blood or pain.

"Sir is fine." Sherlock didn't think this person knew who he was, there seemed to be no recognition in his eyes. He had to remind himself sometimes that not everyone knew about the great Sherlock Holmes.

It was a bit of a ego deflation, but it was of no matter, really.

He'd know him soon enough. If he was brave enough to stay.

Sherlock spread his arms. "You see what this room is." He said. "If you don't have the stomach for what can. and most likely will happen, then I suggest that you leave now. I will still pay you for your time, but we will no longer associate with each other."

This was a speech he had given many a time. Sometimes people stayed, more often they didn't. His.. dark play was well known with the other regular whores. He knew others that would get his rocks off if this new guy wouldn't.

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"I am willing to try anything once sir." He answered meeting the man's gaze. John wasn't intimidated. He stared at him, wondering what the first thing would be.

He licked his lips and then let out a breath.

"What would you like me to do first? Or how would you like me first sir?"

John's tight pans showed off his erection nicely. It was leaking and he was trying so hard not to touch himself.

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Sherlock frowned. "I don't want someone who will 'try things once'. If you 'try something' and decide that you don't like it in the middle of a session, I am not going to just stop for you. I want someone who knows what they want, and what they want is what *I* want.

It was a shame, he seemed so eager, all nice and hard and dripping, and he looked pretty well endowed as well, but this first introduction didn't seem to be going as well as Sherlock hoped. This man had no idea what he was getting into, it seemed.

"If you have any inkling that you will be turned off by blood, or piss, or pain, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, over stimulation, bondage, or almost any sort of anal play, then its best that you leave. NOW." He growled.

He really didn't want to scare this man off, but he needed to know what he was in for. He was either 100% in or 100% out. There is no half arsed when came to Sherlock Holmes.

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"I won't be." John said flatly.

"If you doubt me. I will leave willingly." He answered. John then stepped back and turned to go.

Now he was testing the man. To see what he would do. To see if he would be the dom that he suspected the man would be.

While he hadn't been in this room, he had been in many BDSM scenes. He knew what harder scenes would entail.

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"STOP." His voice was stern, commanding.
"You WILL listen to me. And if you disappoint me, it will be the end of our professional relationship." He had never gotten into a personal relationship with a whore before- he wanted to make sure this man knew that what happened here, ended at that door.

"Turn around." His tone left little room for argument. "Strip down. fold your clothes, and put them to the table next to the door." There was a small table with drawers that could be used for emptying pockets, dropping keys, or leaving other items that you didn't want to break a scene.

"What is your name, whore?"

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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."

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.