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 looked up at him, letting out a breath. He nodded, understanding. There would be a lot of skirting and toeing the line. But it would be okay. He wanted it.

He did as ordered, sitting back and pressing his arse against the floor. He sobbed as he felt the plug shift. Shift and move further in him.

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"Ah, much better." Sherlock put on an evil smile. "Now, ride the plug. move up and down, fuck it. I want to see you writhe and moan." He frowned. "But you damn well better not come, or there will be hell to pay. Do you understand?" His voice worked up until he was almost yelling.

"Get to it!"

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John swallowed and nodded. He didn't wait another moment. Instead he began to move up and down, making small noises. Being a good slut for sir.

He focused on not coming, not gaining his release. He didn't want to displease Sherlock.

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"Mmm... good boy." He smiled down at John. "Oh, you are just ready to pop, don't you? Look at you all hard and leaking."

Sherlock leaned down and ran the pad of his finger against the tip of John's glans, taking a pearl of moisture and putting it to his lips.

"Ah, yes. Quite nice." He put a hand on John's shoulder. "Stop now, my little pet. I don't want you to explode on me..."

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John hiccuped when he felt Sherlock touch him. He bit his lip hard to keep from loosing control. He stopped moving, letting out a breath. He felt like he was floating and fuck. Sherlock was... He was amazing. This was amazing.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath. He needed to focus... Calm himself.

[seaweed_writes]

I want you up on your feet and bent over onto the bed, body on the bed, feet on the floor, get that arse nice and up in the air for me." He had fucked people in this position before, and it was always interesting because the spring of the bed added some extra movement into it. It could be quite fun.

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John swallowed and nodded. "Yes'sir..." He shifted onto his knees and moved to bend over the bed. He pressed his body to the bed, feet on the floor. It raised his arse in the air, just like Sherlock wanted.

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Sherlock smacked that ass again, watching it ripple under his touch, Oh, it was nice and red now.

He made like he was going to pull the plug out, then slammed it back in, hard, pushing it as far as it would possibly go, almost too far.

"Mm.. Maybe I will just tease you like this for a while.. so wanton and wrecked and ready. You are going to make me test my limits of just how many times I can come in a night, aren't you? "

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John cried out when his arse was slapped again. He clutched at the bed, letting out a breath.

And then the plug was moving and John cried out again. It was intense. So very intense. He sobbed and shook his head, trembling, but he didn't ask for it to end.

"Yes'sir..." he managed, "Anything for you."

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"Good boy." Sherlock shoved the plug in again and wiggled it around, then he pulled it out, all the way this time.

Since John was already nice an open, and well lubed between what he had slathered on the plug and his cum inside his hole, Sherlock pushed right inside. The plug wasn't quite as wide as him, so he stretched John a bit, but not much, as he slid smoothly inside until his bollocks slapped up against John's arse.

"Oh, you are such a good boy, all open and stretched for your master, aren't you? "

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John thought he was going to lose it. The way Sherlock was fucking him with the plug. It made him squirm and gasp and beg. The way the widest part stretched him. Oh, was John Watson a size queen?

He cried out when Sherlock started to push in. Oh that felt good. Wonderful. He groaned when Sherlock bottomed out. Fuck. Fuck.

"Yes'sir. I'll keep the plug in me for as long as you want me to."

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"As much as I would love to keep this plug in you all the time, I am going to need to take it out from time to time for a...refill." He chuckled darkly. "Like... right now."

As soon as he finished saying it, he started moving inside of John, not even bothering to build up- he went straight into rogering John hard and fast.

"Nng.. such a good little fucktoy... You better not come before me!" He said in time with his thrusts.

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John cried out. It was intense. Sherlock... Pounding into him, taking him over and over. He gasped and claws at the bed.

The sensation of that thick cock using him. Of being nothing more than a toy. He was just a fucktoy.

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Since he had already came twice before that evening, it didn't take him long to come to his end.

"Ahhhh... nnnnngg!!!!" Sherlock pounded John under him through the orgasm.. There wasn't much left to give when it came to his seed, but he still enjoyed the feeling of the intense pleasure, riding the waves until they finally ebbed.

Even though there hadn't been much in the way of come for that last orgasm. he still pulled his cock out and immediately pushed the plug back inside, then left John leaning over the bed while the collapsed down on it, thoroughly drained, literally and figuratively. He had no more to give tonight.

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John remained bent over the bed. His own cock was hard and dripping. But he wasn't going to come, he wasn't going to move. No. Not without Sherlock's command, approval.

He felt the man pull out and then push the plug back into him. A cry escaped him. Everything felt like it could trigger him. But he didn't want to disobey Sherlock.

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Sherlock hadn't forgotten about John, but he was exhausted from all of their activities tonight. Apparently he needed to work on his stamina, but that would be a fun exercise.

Finally, he managed to sit up. "Roll over onto your back, my good little boy. You took it so well, letting me fuck you more than once tonight. Does my poor little thing need to come?" The tone was a bit mocking, but there was a bit of softness in it as well. He really did appreciate how well John had done tonight.

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John rolled onto his back, keeping his hips at the edge of the bed. He turned his head to look at Sherlock. He seemed a little dazed, needing to reach his own release. He shifted and squirmed on the bed, making small aborted noises.

He was a needy thing and seemed so desperate.

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Sherlock frowned. "I asked you a question, little fucktoy. Now use your words. Do you need to come? If you don't answer me, I'll leave you here like you are. "

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"I do sir..." He answered. John hoped his slight did not anger Sherlock. He wanted to be able to come tonight, to get some relief.

He bit his lip and squirmed a bit, feeling the plug move inside him.

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Sherlock was silent. He moved until he was hovering over John. He reached down and started to move the plug in and out again, listening as it was making a satisfying slurping noise as it moved around the come and lube that covered John's insides.

"I wanna see if I can make you come without even touching you." he said, shifting the angle of the plug so that it would brush against his prostate. "Can you do that for me? Can you be a good little toy and come all over yourself for me without me touching you?"

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John tensed and gasped as he felt the plug move. And move and move. It was rubbing over and over against the bundle of nerves that was his prostate.

And...

And...

He cried out as he reached his climax, unable to stop it, not wanting to stop it.

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Sherlock watched with a broad smile as John shot up to his chest, then the rest covered his stomach, a long trail of his come striping his body.

"Mmm... Good boy." He continued to push the plug in and out even after the orgasm was done, milking every last bit out of the man. Finally the pushed it back in hard with a shove.

"You were so good. Do you feel better now?" He asked with a grin.

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John was trembling from the effects of his orgasm and Sherlock pounding that plug into him. He sobbed and nodded.

"I do. Thank you sir." His entire being seemed to relax and droop a little. Sherlock had worn him out.

[seaweed_writes]

Immediately, he dropped out of his dom head space and adopted a much softer tone. He got up and went to the loo, coming back a moment later with a wet flannel. As much as it was tempting to let him wear that to bed, it would feel awful soon, and it would get all over his sheets.

He cleaned John up, then himself, tossing the flannel in the bin. "Come on, Let's get you into bed." He gently helped John onto the bed and under the covers. " Get some rest. I'll come back to bed soon." He was worn out from earlier but his mind was still racing. He needed time to come down and relax before he would be able to sleep himself.

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John was asleep the moment he curled up on the bed. He looked content in the bed, relaxed and at ease.

He slept through the night, nightmares not plaguing him for the first time in ages.