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This was so much fun but I fell asleep! Message me if this is you please! Slave!John and Master!Sherlock we're going to Sherlock's parents for Christmas.

John curled up softly in Daddy's lap; Jim's trousers were always so clean-pressed and perfect, and the little pup pressed his nose into them gratefully, enjoying the scent. The small pet was, as per usual, quite naked, but for his collar; and he smiled as he felt Jim's petting hand caressing over his bare skin. He missed Jim when he was away, and once he came back from his business trips all his pet wanted to do was curl up in his lap and be petted while they watched TV together. 

John Watson (18) had been Sherlock Holmes’ slave for a while now. He served his master in the giant Holmes manor, an estate left to both Holmes brothers on the event of their parents’ death. They had the best of everything, phones, televisions, all anyone could wish for. They both lived in separate wings of the house, necessitated by their constant rivalry and bickering; though Greg, Mycroft’s personal servant, and John got along fairly well, they were used to smiling ruefully at each other in the hallways. When they were there. John spent most of his time with Sherlock himself. He helped his master on his cases, pointing out things that Sherlock simply did not see; human connections that the detective did not always think about, motives that might not cross his mind, and in this way he found John invaluable. John also served at his master’s elbow at social events and parties, the ones Sherlock could not manage to get himself out of; John would remain at his master’s increasingly irritated elbow all night, until they returned back to their rooms and his master would, in a huff, divest his servant of his clothing and together relieve his stress in John. Who, in turn, adored these nights, when Sherlock was attentive to him, to his needs; often for weeks after Sherlock would not allow John to wear clothing, or leave the bed, instead feeding him by hand, delighting in that soft little mouth licking at his fingers. Mycroft, however, had taken a personal interest in John lately. The little servant generally tried to avoid the elder Holmes’ interest; easy enough, given that the possessive Sherlock tended to keep John in his wing, but John could not avoid the elder brother completely. One day, the small blond servant was fetching food for his master from the kitchens - among his numerous duties was to keep his master fed, a task made easier when John put the food somewhere on his body - when he was intercepted by the elder Holmes. Mycroft insisted John come to his wing, in a voice that brooked no arguments, and slaves were not in a position to refuse a master of the house, even though Sherlock was the one who owned John, and could override any order - but Sherlock was not there. John followed, and was made to strip to his underpants and kneel by Mycroft’s feet as the elder Holmes worked, feeling those oily fingers threading gently through his hair. The slave shivered; he could not refuse, or risk punishment, but desperately hoped that soon Sherlock would notice that he was gone, and come to rescue him from his brother’s clutches.

I thought I would share this one more time. A while ago I made a web page for everyone; enjoy :)

no one would play this with me but it's fun in my head :D