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Although it is my belief that no man may force another to sin, or to act without
conscience I am very aware that the persuasive methods and influence of some men
over others can often bring about the most extraordinary and devastating
results. Let the history of this great country and that of many others stand as
my proof.
It is not history I wish record however, nor is it my intention
to lay blame for my sins with another.
I have always considered myself my
own man. Master of my own fate -- whatever it maybe. My meeting and subsequent
intimate relationship with Sherlock Holmes has changed that though, and after
years as trusted friend and colleague I have reached a point where I no longer
possess the will to refuse him anything, no matter how depraved or against my
nature his requests for my assistance may sometimes be.
This evening's
antics will no doubt serve as a suitable example of my most recent step toward
complete submission to him.
I have written previously of my friend's
lust for knowledge and sometimes gluttonous appetite for the carnal pleasures we
share. To date however, I have not yet touched upon his often greedy fascination
with both physical and sensory stimulation. Or to be more precise, his and often
my own limits in regards to each.
After spending an uneventful day at my
surgery I returned home to find Holmes in a most congenial mood. It was welcome
relief from the extended period of lethargy my friend had succumbed to lately
and I immediately began looking forward to an evening of stimulating
conversation spent in his company.
Of course with Holmes in such a
forthright frame of mine it was not long before I was to discover the reason for
his high spirits as he announced the absence of our landlady for the evening and
then proceeded to tell me about his day, which apparently he had spent in deep
research at one of our favourite bookstores.
Perhaps that should have
been my first indications that 'the game' as Holmes had often referred to
our intimate activities 'was a foot'. But because he frequented the many
bookstores in close proximity to Baker Street on a regular basis and we had
always managed to fortify our needs with Mrs Hudson sleeping only a floor
beneath us, for a good portion of our meal together I thought this evening to be
no different to many others we had shared over the years without incident or
interruption.
Holmes has accused me of being slow witted in the past but
in all honestly it was not until he proclaimed a sudden desire to test a new
theory he was working on in regards to human endurance that I finally realised
his true intentions and understood the decision I would be asked to make.
I have always been aware that it is my right to refuse any of Holmes'
requests for assistance. I am yet to find the heart to actually exercise that
right though and when the call for my help finally came; I could do no more than
do as he asked.
Disrobing and positioning myself in manner which both
defied propriety and good sense for a man of my years I waited for further
guidance in front of the large cheval mirror in Holmes's bedroom.
For
most things Holmes has little or no patience, this of course does not apply to
his experiments and as I knelt in front of the mirror I wondered just how long
it would be before he joined me. In truth it could have been minutes or hours. I
could see him standing behind me, undressing slowly as he watched my prick
twitch and begin to grow under his close and persistent scrutiny.
Even
now I feel myself colour at the memory.
But in the weeks prior to our
first intimate encounter I had repeatedly found myself in a position of severe
embarrassment under Holmes's watchful eye and on more than one occasions found
it necessary to create some sudden need to excuse myself from his presence for
fear I would disgrace myself entirely.
I don't doubt that he knew the
effect he was having on me back then or that he wasn't fully aware I would
respond in a similar fashion when he asked me to display myself tonight,
completely beared to his and only his eyes.
Despite my less than
comfortable position on the floor and the draft that filtered in beneath the
locked door of my lover's bedroom to coil a frigid hand around my nether
regions, my prick jutted proudly from my body in no time at all, mutely begging
attention.
The image of myself in the mirror was provocative to say the
least, vulgar even. I forced myself to look though. To see what Holmes saw and
to allow myself the knowledge that we were each roused by this.
It was
during my observation that I caught a glimpse of a smile from Holmes – a very
satisfied smile, if were any judge on the matter.
I recall breathing a
sigh of relief and relaxing somewhat, spreading my thighs wider still to
accommodate the growing ache between them and thinking to myself that I had
pleased him. He would touch me in his own time, but clearly the first part of
his experiment had been a success.
The outside world will never know, and
perhaps never understand our relationship but it was not the thought of Holmes
in a likewise state of undress that aroused me, but simply his singular intent
upon my person that sent the blood rushing from my brain to pool almost
painfully in my groin.
It has occurred to me that I should be ashamed by
my admission, yet I find I feel only a deep abiding affection for the man who
inspires me thus.
Nevertheless, for long moments afterwards Holmes
remained concealed behind me, preparing himself I had thought at the time, but
at length he stepped forward, revealing an erection to rival my own and what I
knew was going to be the real test.
While I had stayed patient and
compliant to his wishes Holmes had retrieved his riding crop from his wardrobe
and lit a candle which he held aloft as he approached. I startled some, but
calmed as he settled beside me, guiding the crop between my legs and kissing me
deeply.
What followed could only be described as an act of trust as he
proceeded to use both items along with his skillful hands and mouth to test my
responses. Each sigh, whisper, moan and plea examined and explored to its
inevitable end, until finally we each lay spent, clinging to the other, upon the
floor of his room.
I have not yet asked Holmes if he considers the
experiment successful or not for I have no doubt he will tell me soon enough if
wishes further investigation.
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