Tough Times

The Call

It's been about a week since Sherlock had returned home and his broken wrist has finally begun to heal. John's in the bedroom getting some well deserved rest after staying up for his mate these past few nights. The detective is sitting on his chair and staring at the wall, subconsciously holding his stomach. He hasn't eaten in a few days, but he also hasn't had the motivation to fix that.  His mind is dull, he hasn't really been able to use it. I mean, why should he? It wasn't useful when he needed it most so what's the point? 

His cell phone rang and took him out if his thoughts. After fishing it out of his pocket, he answered it, "Hello?"

"Hello Sherly. Missed me?" That voice...

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It wasn't even 10 minutes after that man got done with him that his mouth was forced open and a pill was shoved down his throat.

Roughly 30 minutes passed before he was turned onto his back and held down by straps. A naked woman, definitely alpha, made her way to the helpless man, "Sherly, it's nice to finally meet you."

She walked up to him with a smirk and flicked his sensitive cock. Sherlock sucked in a breath and winced, breathing heavily. 

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, Sherly. Your pain is my pleasure."

The woman shoved something large, slightly bigger than the first man's dick, up his ass. He screamed in pain, his already sore hole felt worse with the new dry attachment added on.

"This plug is rigged with electricity, my dear Sherly. All I have to do is press a button and-"

She pressed a button and pain exploded through his ass as electric shocks came from the plug. Sherlock held back screams as he cried until she turned it off.

"Anytime you disobey us, I will press this button." She got close to his face and smirked, "That wasn't even the highest setting."

The woman got up again and attached metal clamps to his nipples; he whimpers and holds back tears. Sherlock felt for sure that his nipples were going to be ripped off.

She wondered to the wall next to him and pulled off three metal rings, then returned to his side. She wrapped one around each ball and then slid the last down his cock. The woman pressed the button again and another current shot through his body, his hips jerk and his back arches. She only turns it up more and enjoys the man's shakes and cries.

"Oh come on, Sherly." She turned the power onto the lowest setting and pre cum began dripping from his cock, "Oh, you like that huh? We're gonna have fun then." 

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"Awe, my little one remembers me. Don't forget, we have you and your little boy toy on surveillance, so don't you go telling him about this call. Got it?" Her voice kept a sweet anger.

He gulped and tried to hide his fear, "I got it."

You could practically hear her smile, "Good. Now, I expect you to play along with our game, you hear me?"

A male voice, the first man to rape him, spoke up, "Or your little Johnny is gonna get it. And nothing in your little Omega power will be able to stop us from killing him." 

It's a well known fact that when an Alpha bites another Alpha, a poison gets injected into their system. This poison causes temporary paralysis and, in extreme cases, death. Sex between the two is agony for both parties, usually causing a slow and painful death. Sherlock has no doubt that that's exactly what they have in store.

"I understand." The detective's voice squeaked and quieted.

"Good." The woman's voice returned, "Have a swell day, Sherly. I'm sure your pups need some quiet time." The other end clicked and Sherlock just sat there, phone in hand. Of all the terrible things they've done to him, this had to be the worse. No only have they threatened John, they had also spoken about the pup. In plural. A scary thought ran through Sherlock's head and he dropped the phone, running to the bathroom.

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The alpha awoke to sobbing coming from the bathroom and wasted no time finding out why.

"Sherlock?" He asked, voice laced with worry.

"I-it won't come off..." The detective called out, sobbing.

John opened the door and just about cried; his omega is standing in the hot, steaming shower and scrubbing at his skin.

"Sherlock, stop." He said calmly while walking to the shower and turning the water on warm, "You're scrubbing too hard."

"N-no...it's not coming off..." his eyes are red and puffy, "The smell...i smell like them...it won't come off..." He broke down crying and scrubbed harder at his skin, causing it to bleed.

"Oh, Sherlock..." John went into the shower, clothes and all, and took the scrub brush away. He stepped behind him held him from behind, "Let me help." He kept his voice calm and neutral, even though he wanted to cry.

The alpha put down the brush and lathered his hands with soap, running them along the detective's body slowly. He gently massaged his shoulders in hopes of relaxing him at least a little bit. 

It was working.

Sherlock stopped shaking and crying, his hitched breathing being the only sounds he was still making. John worked the soap all around his body, careful not to irritate any of Sherlock's wounds. The things is: it's not going to help. Both men know this. Even the strongest scent-concealer won't be able to help rid the smell.