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, I will." Sherlock pulled away his upper body from John, so he couldn't undo any more buttons. His lower half was still pinning John against the wall.

John may have been a solider, but Sherlock was also well versed in take down techniques.

He swept his leg under Johns, taking his legs out from under him. He was over him in a flash, using his body and his superior weight and height to pin John down.

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He grunted as he hit the floor. He was stunned for a moment, but when he gathered himself again, Sherlock was pinning him.

The blonde squirmed and bucked against the man, trying to get him off.

This fight, this interaction... It only served to make him harder, want more.

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Sherlock kneeled down, holding John's leg together, which only only prevented him from getting up, but also squeeze that nice, hard cock of his in his pants.

He gave John a slap against one cheek, and as his head turned a slap against the other. "I think you need a reminder of who exactly is in charge here..." He growled, low and threatening. You seem to have forgotten already.

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His breath caught and he swallowed. Those little slaps... He whimpered. His head was spinning.

"I do, do I?" He asked when he had gathered his thoughts again.

John knew he was toeing the line. But that was what made this so fascinating. Seeing the dom coming out in Sherlock. He would have to pull the submissive out. But it would come out.

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"YES." He was in John's face now. "You do." Sherlock took a hold of John's hair and tugged it back, leaning his head back an awkward angle that would get painful if he sat that way for more than a few minutes.

"You love to get dominated. I saw how hard I made you when I made you fucking licking between my toes, and service my arsehole, and then I fucked your throat so deep, coming so far down that warm, wet throat of yours. I see how being dominated right now is making you so hard you could probably come without being touched, couldn't you, you little fucking slut.."

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John just sobbed as his head was jerked back. Oh god. He let out a breath and closed his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck. He sobbed and squirmed. "Sir..." He breathed.

Sherlock was right. He enjoyed being dominated, becoming nothing more than a little slut. A personal slave for the man above him.

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Finally, the man was breaking.. But he had to make sure that this wasn't just a ruse to get the upper hand when he moved.

He tugged on John's hair again. "I bested you once." he growled in John's ear. You better not disappoint me when I stand up." He gave John's hair one last tug, and then let go, slowly moving up and off of John.

"I want your clothes off, and assume the position. Do you understand, you little fuckslave? This will no go unpunished."

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He whined and then nodded. John lay still under Sherlock until the man moved and stood up. He heard those words, that order and nodded.

Once he was able, he shifted and removed his clothes. He folded them at set them to the side, putting his watch on top. John then shifted onto his knees, hands on his thighs, eyes downcast at the floor.

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He doubted that John was really broken. He was a stallion, stubborn and wild. And just when you thought you had a handle on him, he bucks up again.

So Sherlock was going to have to keep up his guard, at least until he had John fully broken.

"So.." He walked around John, giving him little kicks and prods with his still shoed foot. "Why was my little fucktoy such a bad boy today? Do you have any excuse for your behavior?"

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John gasped and whined as he felt those nudges and kicks against his body. He didn't raise his gaze to look at Sherlock. It hadn't been granted. He let out a breath.

"No sir. I do not. I simply rebelled against you."

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The kicks came a bit harder, not enough to bruise, but enough that John got the point. He continued to circle around John, like a shark circling his prey.

"And why... pray tell, did you.. 'simply rebel' against me? I can't wait to hear your answer. The truth of your answer will weigh heavily on the punishment that you are given. "

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"I wanted to test you sir..." He answered honestly, "Push you to see what you would do."

John swallowed and let out a breath. His cock was hard and dripping.

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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.

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"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...

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.