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The Many Cumming's of Sherlock Holmes - part 1

Yeah. This is one hell of a kinky story. I appologize that it's not under a cut. I can't do it from my Ipad.

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The Many Cumming's of Sherlock Holmes

Disclaimer - I do not own these characters. Don't ask me how that works out. Seeing as how I am playing in BBC Sherlock!verse, I figure I don't own them.

Paring - Jim/Sherlock

KINK ALERTS! - Forced cumming, cum control, bondage, Cock and Ball Torture, piss play

Rating - NC17

Summary - Jim has conned Sherlock into sex games to save John's life. And Jim loves kink.

Chapter 1 - Preparations

Sherlock was naked; the room was cool and goose bumps plagued his skin. The sun light streamed gently through partly opened blinds. It was late afternoon. Jim had brought him to the safe house late morning. He'd ordered Sherlock naked and onto the bed. Then he had chained him down and left him there to strew.

It was quite annoying and boring. Sherlock knew his patience was coming to an end quickly and he just knew that was Jim's game. He wanted to see when Sherlock would demand some company. He wasn't going to do that. No. He wasn't. Jim would just have to come to him. Sherlock bit his tongue. Because he really was getting desperate with curiosity.

Though, there was simply one outcome for this situation. And he wasn't entirely sure if he was ready for it. He tried to keep his mind bus by deducing the room. It was plain. One chair and a chest decorated the room along with the four poster bed. He couldn't make a very good guess as to what was in the chest, if in fact anything was kept in it at all. For all he knew, at the moment, it held nothing.

The sheets were cotton, 150 count, and smooth on his skin. It smelt like fresh lavender, so it'd been freshly laundered. There were three doors in the room. One had to lead to a closet, another to the bathroom and the second to the rest of the house. He knew the one in the middle was the entrance to the room. Because Jim didn't really care if Sherlock wore a blindfold or not. They weren't in London, though. Jim's men had kidnapped him off the street, bound him, and blindfolded him after he'd bid fair well to John at Baker Street. He knew that they'd driven out of London the moment they got onto the high way. Then, they were in the country and they had changed cars. The second was a limo and Jim had pulled off the blindfold.

Jim and he had chatted somewhat as they drove the rest of the way to the big, country house in Surrey. There weren't any other houses in site as they had pulled up. And there were four doberman dog's barking at the new comers. It'd be hard to sneak out. He had to play the game until such a time asJim would let free. The house would be useless then, because undoubtedly Mycroft would get that information out of him. But, for now, Sherlock decided he wouldn't worry about it.

The door opened suddenly and Jim pranced inside. He wore a deep, red silk robe. Partly open. He was naked underneath and his cock was hard and all ready leaking. Sherlock blinked and then raised an eyebrow at Jim.

"Have you had a nice time?" Jim asked. He crawled onto the bed and covered Sherlock's cold body with his own.

"I suppose," Sherlock replied.

"I do apologize for keeping you for so long. We'll have fun now," he winked, "I had to take care of some last minute business,"

Sherlock was about to protest, but Jim put a finger on soft lips; "No. It had nothing to do with John, any of the Yard or your brother. It had to do with other business. John is safe. And for now...you belong to me, remember?" Jim challenged.

Sherlock nodded.

"Good," Jim wiggled against Sherlock. His cock slid along cool skin between Sherlock's thighs; mimicking a fucking motion. Sherlock could feel his own cock rise in reply by the sensual rubbing. Jim ran a hand through Sherlock's hair and kissed his captive detective gently. He sighed into Sherlock's mouth and gently pried his tongue past teeth. Sherlock knew better than to bite down. That'd invite violence he wasn't able to handle. Being tied spread eagle on the bed had him in a very vulnerable position.

However, he couldn't deny that the kiss did feel good. The tongue swept about his mouth, exploring all his teeth and traced a line along their ridges. Jim pet Sherlock lightly. His hand went from hair to cheek to neck over and over again. Sherlock slowly reciprocated the kiss. He didn't know the rules, he wasn't sure if Jim wanted him to become an active roll - but - Jim didn't pull his hair, or bite down. He just smiled against Sherlock's lips before he cut the kiss off completely.

Sherlock was drawing in air as if he'd just run a ten mile marathon. Jim had a bit more control over his breathing, but his face was red. His cock was red and glistened with Semen. Sherlock's had reached full mast but didn't look as tortured. Jim gripped the cock gently and started pumping.

"Have you ever masturbated?" Jim asked.

Sherlock shook his head. He'd never been interested in sex. Even if John brought out those feelings in him. He still had never masturbated. It wasn't important. And now Jim was gently stroking, stroking, stroking...
Sherlock's breath hitched and he watched raptly as the hand went up and down his cock; all of the feelings that ran under his skin were utterly new. He'd read about sex, about how 'good' it felt. He'd never experienced it first hand, and now his enemy was using that fact against him. Sherlock wasn't angry at Jim for this. If their places had been reversed Sherlock knew he'd employ the same technique.

Jim watched Sherlock watching as Jim's hand massaged the cock. Pre-cum, drizzled from the tip and covered Jim's hand, acting as lube. Sherlock's eyes were wide with curiosity warring with confusion. Jim couldn't help but feel pleased that he was Sherlock's first. He'd assumed Sherlock had some history of sex because of the cocaine addiction. But, Sherlock was virginal. Which meant that when he did take the man, he'd have to do a lot of prep.

"I'm going to help you relax," Jim promised. "I'm going to get some lube and stick my fingers up into you. I'm going to find your prostate and I'm going to stretch you so I can fuck you well and good into the mattress," Jim yanked on Sherlock's cock. His captive jerked and moaned. Then he let go and was off the bed, bounding over to the chest. He hummed as he pulled out the things he needed. Sherlock watched suspiciously as the lid was shut and Jim waltzed back to the bed.

"Do you mind a gag, dear?" Jim held up a ball gag. It's ball was bright blue.

"I'd rather not," Sherlock frowned.

"But it's so hot and it'd look so sexy on you!" Jim pouted.

Sherlock sighed and thought about it, then nodded, it'd save him the indignity of begging.

Jim giggled; "Thank you, pet!"

The ball was wedged inside Sherlock's mouth and buckled tightly behind his head. It felt rather odd and he wasn't able to dislodge it. Jim traced the black leather before sitting back and moving between Sherlock's stretched legs.

He opened the tube of lube. He sniffed it and smiled maniacally at Sherlock. He squeezed more than a generous amount onto his fingers. Then he squeezed a bunch onto Sherlock's cock. It was purple now and ached. But in a good way. Sherlock shivered as the cold lube hit the hot skin of his dick. Jim put the lube to the side and then gripped Sherlock's cock in his right hand as hi left teased the entrance. The tip of a finger slipped in slightly and then disappeared, to circle the crinkled skin around the entrance.

Sherlock gasped as his cock was yanked rather hard. The pain turned to pleasure and Sherlock wasn't sure if that was supposed to happen or if he was just off some how. Jim grinned and pushed his finger into Sherlock, to the knuckle. It felt big. Sherlock reminded himself that since he'd never had anal sex before, he'd have to be stretched, otherwise if Jim, did take him without any preparation he'd tear and bleed. And that'd hurt even worse than the finger wiggling inside him. He moaned into his gag as he felt a second finger enter him. The hand on his cock went between soft, gentle strokes to yanking and squeezing. The need to cum was foremost in his mind. He wasn't able to concentrate on anything but what Jim was doing to him. Both sensations warred within him. The fingers had found that spot which made the semen to be released. The Prostate Gland, Sherlock knew, was very sensitive. Jim was using it to his advantage. Even with the gag on, Sherlock was sure Jim would deduce what Sherlock wanted when it got to such a point as desperation and then torture him because of it.

Jim loved the feeling of Sherlock's slicked cock in his hand. And he loved the noises Sherlock made; he grunted softly, moaned and groaned and wiggled as much as he could within the bonds. The gag kept Sherlock from begging, which, for now was fine with him. He'd rather listen to the sounds than the words anyhow.

Jim watched as his fingers stretched the opening. He'd found the magic button and was now watching as Sherlock's first orgasm grew within his hands. The realization of the power he held made him light headed and giggle as he quirked his fingers hard into the prostate. Sherlock keened and winced. He breathed heavily through his nose as he looked up to Jim's face. He'd been avidly watching Jim jerk his cock. But now, they were looking eye to eye.

"It's really nice, isn't it?" Jim asked. Sherlock shook his head. Hair fell into his eyes and sweat broke out all over his body. It was such a beautiful sight. Jim knew that he could become addicted to this. And he wanted it so badly. He moaned himself and had to abandon Sherlock's cock in order to pump his own. He still rubbed that magic button within Sherlock as he pumped his cock. Fast. His orgasm was huge. It erupted like Mount Vesuvius. His white, milky cum splattered onto smooth skin. Sherlock wiggled as the liquid coated him. Jim had good aim. The first drops fell on the gag and migrated to the lips stretched around the ball. The stream continued downwards to splash on neck, chest, abdomen and then against Sherlock's hole where the fingers were still wedged deep inside the resisting body.

Sherlock was pulling hard on the restraints and yelling. No matter how much he pulled, he wasn't able to get free. The locks were heavy duty and Jim wasn't stupid. He'd get the bed manacles to keep Sherlock in place for these games.

Jim sighed as the stream came to an end. The room now smelt like sex and it was heady. Jim withdrew his fingers and bounded excitedly back to the chest. He didn't care that he was getting semen all over the place. He grabbed some toys and then ran back to the bed, bouncing it violently. He held up a big, metal, three pronged speculum. Sherlock gulped at the sight. Jim put the other toy, a fake cock, to the side.

"I know it looks like it'll hurt, but it's super sexy!" Jim justified. Sherlock glared as best he could despite the ball gag. Jim took up the lube and greased the speculum generously. He lowered the tip to Sherlock's opening. Ever so slowly, he pushed it in. Sherlock couldn't help but clench around it as it pushed past the pincer and inside. It felt cold. Sherlock wasn't able to dispel the toy as it was seated fully inside him. And then, it began to widen, a little at a time. Sherlock whinged around the gag. Jim giggled.

"I know I'm probably being really kinky far too soon, but I've been fantasizing about this for far too long not to do it, don't worry, as long as this is slow we'll be okay," He patted Sherlock's inner thigh gently. "Later I'm going to turn you over and spank those hot buns. I have a lot of paddles. You'll enjoy it. And I'll teach you how to do a blow job. I can't wait to fuck you're lovely mouth," Jim prattled. "I'm going to stuff your but and mouth at night and tie you into different positions. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it," he grinned and winked.

Sherlock yelled and yanked on the restraints holding him down.

"You agreed to this, dear," Jim cranked the speculum open a bit more and got a gasp of breath from Sherlock for his troubles. He only had the entrance open half an inch. There was a long way to go. The fake cock vibrator at his side was five inches wide. His own cock was six wide. Sherlock couldn't take it without the speculum or the vibrator working him over for a while. Thankfully, since he'd all ready cum all over Sherlock - he wasn't in a hurry to fuck his captive. But, he did want Sherlock to be ready for him.

Sherlock wiggled as the speculum was opened wider and wider within him. The clicking warred with Jim's words and humms as the man watched the device stretch Sherlock. It felt too big but at the same time the feeling made his cock feel rock, solid, hard. If that could happen. Sherlock noted as an aside that he'd have to scientifically explore that possibility. But that was for later. Right now he was more concerned with the mounting pain. The stretch burned. In a good and bad way. He gasped air through his nose - it'd help if he wasn't gagged at all. But he knew he'd be begging Jim to take it out and just to fuck him good and proper.


"We're at two and a half inches, Sherlock," Jim grinned as he gave the data. "I bet you didn't think you could be that wide, did you? but, I'm a pretty big boy," he looked down at himself. Even soft, his cock was bigger than average. He was sure Sherlock hadn't logged that data, being so preoccupied with what Jim'd been doing to his body before. And still, Sherlock hadn't cum but his cock was oozing cum in a small fountain. Sherlock was definitley enjoying the toy. He twisted more, faster now. Sherlock shuddered at the sudden stretch. It hurt but soon the pleasure took over as Jim grabbed the purple cock and started pumping again.

"Have you ever heard of cum control?" Jim asked. Sherlock moaned something.

"It's actually pretty neat. It's so...I love the power I gain from it. See, I tie someone down and then I tease them. I bring them to the brink and then abandon them at the last minute. Then I do it again and again. Sometimes I like to play a game where I keep teasing and teasing, but my captive can't cum, no matter what I do to them, and if they fail...well...it get's worse for them. Do you want to play?" He grinned mischievously. Sherlock shook his head in the negative.

"Too bad, we're gonna play anyway," he stopped notching the speculum open. He looked at it and thought for a second before he shrugged. He then twisted as fast and furiously as he could. Sherlock bucked and yelled. But the speculum was open to the five inches Jim needed. He picked up the cock vibrator and push it in between the prongs. It was a hard fit and Sherlock wasn't being very nice about it. But, the vibrator finally slid into place. He switched it on and it made Sherlock keen high and long.

The sound of the vibrator filled the air. And for a third time, Jim migrated to the chest. He snickered as he pulled out all the tools he'd need to make Sherlock loose all control. All control. He pulled out a different gag because he'd need Sherlock's mouth open without anything barring entrance. He went straight to Sherlock head where he unbuckled the ball gag and replaced it with the ring gag. Sherlock shied away but Jim was adapt at this sort of thing and he had the ring gag in place in seconds. Then. He placed the rest of the toys between Sherlock's legs as he went to the bathroom.

He filled a glass carafe with cold water.

Sherlock watched as Jim reentered the room.

Jim sat down beside Sherlock's head. "I don't want you to get dehydrated, so you better drink up," and then he poured the water from the lip of the carafe into Sherlock's open mouth. Sherlock had to swallow fast because the water kept coming. He didn't feel as if he were drowning because Jim would fill his mouth and then wait as Sherlock swallowed. He did this over and over again. Once the carafe was empty. Jim went for more water and the ritual repeated another five times. Sherlock moaned because his orgasm warred with the need to piss after twenty minutes. On the sixth time, Sherlock turned his head away. Jim clucked his tongue. Then he gripped dark curls and yanked Sherlock back into position. He poured the water and Sherlock swallowed. He really needed to piss. He held it back. He wasn't sure what Jim was playing at, but he didn't want to piss all over the place.

Jim put the now empty carafe to the side and then took his place, once again, between Sherlock's stretched legs. He grinned as he pushed down and massage the skin of Sherlock's abdomen. Sherlock groaned in reply. It hurt because his bladder was so full it was bursting. The vibrator inside him wasn't helping. In fact, it felt that the speculum tips were pushing at his bladder to help the process along.

"You have to piss some time, dear," Jim informed him. "Don't worry about embarrassing yourself, I won't make fun of you. In fact, I want you to do it,"

Sherlock shook his head.

"I'll feed you more water if I have to," Jim sang happily and kept massaging. He twisted the speculum open some more. The vibrator had more room now but it still felt so intrusive to Sherlock. He did, however, enjoy the feeling. It made his cock weep with semen and pee. He had to piss so bad and Jim was manipulating him into it even. That was enough to hold him back a few more seconds. But then Jim pushed down and the stream started. He couldn't stop once it started and piss welled from his dick. It soaked the sheet beneath them, and pool with the semen on his belly and swathed his balls. Jim lent down and took the dick into his mouth. He drank the rest of it. But, at the end, Sherlock was still hard with semen that hadn't escaped.

"Now, time for the grand finale, well, for now at least. After you cum, I'll help you into the bath and I'll get the maids to clean up this mess," Jim licked his lips. "I don't know how you do it, but that tasted good. So often piss is icky tasting, unless it's your thing," here he shrugged, "It's not so much mine, it's just to help you with the cumming part. It'll be intense," he warned.

Sherlock closed his eyes and swallowed. The ring gag made him drool and little slivers slid down his chin from stretched out lips. Watching Jim drink from his cock had been so hot - the blood pressure within him had skyrocketed and he'd almost blacked out. He shook from all the pent up emotion he wasn't able to identify at the moment. There will be much thinking about it all later.

Jim gripped Sherlock's cock. And then it happened. The semen burst out by that one touch and Sherlock was yelling so loud that it felt as if the room around them shuddered its own orgasm. Inanimate rooms weren't able to do that. Sherlock knew. His brain as going to mush because of the things Jim was doing to him.

Jim whistled. Sherlock groaned. He felt so dirty. But...really good.
He hoped the bath would fix the dirty feeling. They hadn't even had real sex yet. Sherlock wasn't sure if he could handle a real cock inside him.

Jim turned off the vibrato and removed it. That was the easy part. the Equine Speculum was too dangerous to remove in one fell swoop. Inch by slow inch, he pulled it out. He didn't decrease the stretch because tissue could get caught and he wasn't prepared for that to happen; so, it was pulled out as is. Sherlock grunted as the last bit was pulled out. His hole wasn't gaping, but it was relaxed.

Jim had to wonder back to the chest. From it he pulled a but plug. It had three bulbs on it and a flared head. He also pulled a leather belt and a cock cage from the chest. He lubed up the butt plug first. Thanks to the previous use of the speculum. Jim was able to seat the butt plug within Sherlock rather easily. The bulbs grew in size. THe third gave him a bit of trouble, but after a little more lube and gentle pushing. It was finally seated inside. Sherlock wiggled through the entire process. He had hoped that he wouldn't be subjected to any more toys, but that just wasn't the case.

Jim tracked to the bathroom and wet a towel down with cold water. He used it to clean Sherlock up enough of piss and semen in order to use the cock cage and locking belt. Sherlock's cock was sensitive to touch and he grunted as Jim handled the appendage rather roughly. The cock cage was entirely made out of metal and sheathed his cock in a strange u-shape. The cock head was squeezed through a ring at the end of the tube. The ring was tightened down at the head and base of the cock. Another ring was added around his balls and tightened. It made his balls bunch up and stretched the skin between the balls and his filled hole.

Jim then held up the belt. It had a cup for Sherlock's dick and balls. It completely covered the cock cage. There were three straps. On to go between his legs and up his back to buckled with the other two belts that strapped his waist. These were cinched as tightly as possible. Small, pad locks were introduced and locked the belt contraption in place. Now, Sherlock was unable to access his entrance or dick.

"Beautiful," Jim smiled as he stroked the skin of Sherlock's inner thighs. "Now, let's go take that bath, okay?"

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The bath had been warm and Sherlock was bone tired. The bed had been cleaned up with new sheets and there was even a blanket laying at the foot of the bed. The room also smelt like bleach. Jim directed Sherlock back onto the bed. He locked down one ankle. "I'll bring up some dinner for us," and then he left Sherlock alone.

Sherlock ran his fingers through damp curls. Jim had made good on his promise not to hurt him. And none of the activities he'd experienced at the mad man's hands hadn't hurt. Much. The butt plug in his ass moved and massaged his insides to the point where it just irritated him. His cock was trying to grow from the stimulus, but with the cock cage he was unable to gain any sort of semen-filled state. Jim had complete control over his ability to masturbate. And he wanted too. He blamed Jim for this. He never had done so and then Jim had come along and made him fucking enjoy it.

That was the problem. He'd enjoyed it. And he wasn't sure if he liked that idea or not
Tags: bbc sherlock, bdsm, jim/sherlock, kink
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