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Sherlock came and went from the room as he pleased and it drove Greg absolutely mad. There was sod all he could do about it, he was completely naked and trussed up on the bed. His cuffed wrists were down between his legs, chained to his balls by the shortest length of string he'd ever seen. Any movement tugged at them and his caged cock strained for any sign that the torment would be over.
The gag Greg wore was new. Sherlock had pushed it into his mouth the second he had got in. It was a small little ball. Or rather, had been a small little ball. Sherlock had attached a small tube to the front and begun to pump it up before he could do anything about it. It now meant any noise he made towards the Dom was muffled completely.
The vibrator in his arse was small. Too small, all it did was annoy him. Sherlock however, took great pride in walking in, pulling the thing free and shoving it back inside before leaving again. Several times an hour.
He tried to move, tried to shift so he could at least face the door, prepare himself for the temporary torture he knew the Dom's presence would have.
"I can hear you trying to get my attention, brat," Sherlock said about 3 hours after he'd trussed him up on the bed.
Greg stilled in his shifting and grunted something that could have meant anything.
"I gagged you because I don't want to hear from you. Not until you say what it is I want to hear."
Greg shook his head slightly.
"Exactly. You aren't ready yet. But you will be, you always are eventually."
He walked into the room and ran his hand over the tense arse in front of him, he began tapping it gently with a flat palm, over and over and over again until the DI's shifting picked up once more.
"Keep still," Sherlock ordered, renewing his tapping. He wasn't hitting hard but he was insistent and Greg groaned into the gag.
"I almost heard that," Sherlock said reaching around to reattach the pump to the gag, he gave it two quick squeezes and let it drop. The DI glared at the pump handle and tried to work his jaw around the intrusion.
Sherlock ran his hand up Greg's back, the older man was shaking with tension, every shock made him move and every movement sent agony through his trussed up bollocks.
"I think this is too small now, I bet you aren't even feeling it," Sherlock pushed two fingers into Greg's hole and pulled out the small vibrator.
The sub moaned at losing the stimulation but Sherlock couldn't hear it, his boy was mute for the foreseeable future. Sherlock went over to their toy chest and pulled out a string of anal beads. "These usually make you super ready for me, don't they, pet, hmm?" He pushed his hand into Greg's hair and pulled his head back at an uncomfortable angle. "Do you think I could pump that gag up anymore?" He tapped at the DI's cheeks that were almost solid under the constant pressure inside his mouth.
Greg averted his eyes, hoping the Dom took it for the sign of submission it was meant to be, his jaw was already sore.
Sherlock placed the beads on Greg's back. "Lift your head," he ordered. "You are to keep them on your back while I play. If they fall you sleep however you end up trussed up by the end of the evening."
Greg struggled to swallow around the gag, that threat was enough to get him to shift and straighten, using the core strength he had to hold his head up. He knew if he failed, Sherlock could be very creative.
Sherlock reached down and began prodding Greg's trussed up balls, making the sub flinch and then freeze. The beads didn't fall and he would have let out a sigh of relief if he wasn't so thoroughly gagged.
Sherlock disappeared again and came back with a bowl. That was all Greg managed to get a glimpse of and he closed his eyes to prepare himself for whatever hell was inside it.
Slowly but surely, the Dom began to push ice cubes into his arse, one after another until he reached double digits. Then he reached down and started stroking his pet through the cage bars at the same time he reached a finger into Greg's hole and pushed until he found his prostate that was getting an ice cold bath.
The sub was struggling to remain still. He was on the end of a freezing cold slow acting enema. He should have known contracting with a Dom like Sherlock would leave him in no win situations.
Sherlock pushed a second finger in and then a third, swishing them around the ice cubes.
Greg grunted something and managed to kick his foot slightly.
"Now now, pet, that is not on," Sherlock pulled his fingers free and dried them off on a towel he had ready. Then he pushed the rest of the ice cubes in before returning to where his sub could see him. He dropped to his haunches and looked into his eyes. "Are you ready to say it yet?"
Greg just stared back at him and Sherlock grinned. "I didn't think so," he tapped his pet's cheek over the gag and then pinched his nose. His sub's eyes snapped up towards him while he tried to remain completely still and not panic simultaneously.
His Dom's grin returned as he released his grip on his nose and Greg sniffed seeking out air without moving.
"I'm surprised you still have those beads on your back. But don't worry, I will use them now."
Sherlock had made no move to lift him up or help him expel what was left of the cubes freezing up his insides. Did that mean...?
Sherlock smacked his arse, hard, jerking him forward and making him cry out into the gag again at the strain on his bollocks. Then he went straight to pushing the first bead inside him, loving the noise it made as it disappeared inside. He was sure by the time the third bead had gone inside and his rim had fluttered around it, they had to be touching the ice water by now.
"You can go down again, boy," Sherlock allowed, seeing this strain in his sub's core.
Greg flopped into the bed and his shoulders relaxed into the covers.
Sherlock pushed bead after bead into Greg, the last few were an inch in diameter and the sub groaned into the gag, trying to pull away, he had enough in him as it was.
"Hey!" Sherlock said snacking his hip. "I have 3 more of these. And then some more ice is going in. And then your plug is going in. Behave!"
Greg was shaking his head at that and that was something Sherlock couldn't abide, that was practically a no. He reached between his pets legs and grabbed his balls to squeeze. The DI audibly yelped into the gag filling his cheeks, Sherlock almost heard it.
"Keep. Still. This is happening."
Sherlock took his time over the last 3 beads. Well they were more balls, than beads. He teased Greg's hole with them, pushing it in and trying to hold it at the rim, watching as his pet instinctively tried to suck it inside.
"There you are, trying to fight the inevitable. And here's your arse practically begging me for more."
Sherlock grabbed a handful of ice and began pressing cube after cube inside of his sub, loving to watch him squirm. He tugged on the string every now and then to watch Greg's reaction to the beads moving.
When he was done with the ice, he snatched up Greg's favourite plug and held it his rim. The DI tried to shift up the bed away from it, he was full enough.
Sherlock placed the plug on the bed and then moved around to crouch in front of the older man. "Are you going to say it?"
Greg averted his eyes and Sherlock shrugged. "Then you will take what I give you. And if you move away from my touch like that again I won't stop even after you say it."
Sherlock pressed the plug to his pet's hole and pushed. Then he stopped with it half way inside Greg. "I've decided I'm done doing the hard work. I'm going to stand here and hold this plug still. You're going to do the work to get it inside you. Push back now!" The Dom ordered, smacking Greg's arse with his palm.
Knowing he had no choice, the sub obeyed, pushing back into the younger man.
"Keep going, boy."
The DI groaned at the stretch, at the burn. The balls inside him floating in the ice were driving him to distraction. If he tried to fidget or move, he was on the edge of castrating himself. He just knew, if he didn't obey the Dom, this would get much worse.
"Good," Sherlock said at last, smacking his arse, hard over the fully seated plug.
Greg grunted into the gag again trying to move and get comfortable, he'd never been so full in his entire life.
Sherlock crouched down back between his legs, then he started blowing at his caged cock, the sensation making the sub shift around.
"I wonder, if I was to remove the gag what it is you'd say to me," Sherlock clambered on the bed and lay next to the older man, he reached out and grabbed Greg's hair in his hand turning his head to face him. "Well? Is it what I want to hear?" He reached down and fiddled with the cage again. He stared deep into his sub's eyes and smirked. "You're almost there." He glanced at his watch and got to his feet, smacking him over the plug again.
Then he disappeared from the room.
Greg turned his head and pressed his face into the covers, he was finding it very hard to keep still now any slight movement sent the beads inside him swimming into each other.
Sherlock left him an hour. An entire hour and he knew the ice had melted at that point. He couldn't keep still. He had moved and shifted so much he had fallen over to his side.
Sherlock shook his head as he walked in, stroking his cock. "Tut tut, Gregory. Cannot stay where I put you, that is disappointing." He crouched in front of his pet and squeezed his bollocks.
The sub squeezed his eyes shut at the agony in his balls. He was ready to say it. He was. Sherlock just needed to ask again.
But Sherlock didn't ask. He reached over and pulled him back onto his knees. Then fetched the riding crop.
Greg shook his head.
"You can hate it all you want. You moved and it's happening. Then maybe I'll let you expel what's up your arse."
The sub pressed his face into the covers again and barely moved as Sherlock lay strike after strike on his arse, aiming for the plug but not being all that bothered if he missed.
After nearly 10 minutes of it, Sherlock dropped the crop on the floor and ran his hand over the warm flesh of his pet's arse.
"Are you ready to say it?" Sherlock asked, running his hand up Greg's back.
The DI actually nodded this time, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut. Sherlock fiddled with the pump and slowly began to release the air from the gag, reaching down to grip Greg's throat as he did. When it was the size of a ping pong ball again, Greg waited for the order to spit it out.
"Good boy," Sherlock whispered, running his hand through his sweaty hair. He gave him a moment to work his sore jaw. "Say it then. Before the gag goes back."
Greg's eyes darted to the Dom's. "Please, sir. Please let me come. I need to."
"That isn't saying it." Sherlock reached for the gag again.
"Please, sir. I'm desperate."
And Sherlock grinned.