Thank you all for all the positive attention to this story! I posted the first chapter, went to sleep and in the morning found my inbox full of reviews or story-notices.
Sorry this chapter is so short, it just seemed fitting having an entire chapter just for the abuse. John's coming home in the next chapter, so we'll see what happens then.
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Disclaimer: I am neither Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, nor Steven Moffat and co. Damn!
Jets of water streamed down Sherlock's feet. Wincing slightly, he bent down to pull the switch, so that the water came out of the shower head instead of being in bathtub-mode.
"Hold him down"
"He's struggling too much, sir, shall we just bind him to the board again?"
"You are five mature men, surely you don't think that you can't restrain one half-drugged man?"
Reaching blindly for the shampoo, soap, anything, Sherlock popped open the lid with his thumb and pored it directly over his head, scrubbing with his fingernails.
"Pretty boy, remember me? You gave me 6 months in jail for that business scam"
"Wha' , only 6 months? This one 'ere got me 3 years in t'slammer! Oi, lover boy, wanna know wha' I learned while bein' there?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sherlock. It would seem like you have attracted quite a few enemies over the years. Even some powerful enemies, I must say. Lucky for me, I knew just who would be willing to pay me quite a sum of money for this little party with you. Who knows, you might even like it. Then again, you don't have anything to compare it with, do you now? Mr. Holmes, the most famous virgin of all in London. Shame to lose that title, really…oh well."
The water starting to get cold, Sherlock turned the thermostat further up the red mark. Scrubbing, scrubbing, never stop, cannot stop.
"Just a moment, lads, let me check my little list here. Mr. Johnson, it would seem that you were the highest bidder. That gives you the honor of starting this little party. How would you like him?"
Bottle empty, he reached for the next one, never opening his eyes. Everything must be clean; scrubbing scalp, feet, toes, back, chest, even all the little folds in the ear. Even though the thermostat is on max, the jets of water are slowly getting cold, but it doesn't matter. He must get clean.
" My, he's quite a squealer, isn't he? I thought he wasn't enjoying himself at first, with all that teeth clenching and trashing about, but now he's really starting to get warmed up".
"Well, hurry up then, there are still two in line. We don't want him to be all used up when it's our turn".
"Nah, he's just enjoying himself, aren't you, chap? Maybe that's what he's needed all this time, a nice little fuck. Maybe he wouldn't have been such a pain in the ass then".
"I think he will have a bigger pain in the ass now, don't you think?"
"Hurry up instead of making stupid puns".
"Calm down, gentlemen. He's not going anywhere soon, you will get your turn. Those who paid most get his share first, that was always the deal".
Soap's gone, shampoo's gone and warm water gone, Sherlock starts sliding down into the bathtub, but thinks better of it. Grasping the edge of the bathtub, clenching his teeth together, he slowly makes his way over the rim of the tub. Grabbing his towel with the intention of drying himself off, he changes his mind. He used this towel while showering this morning, he can't re-use. Not now. Avoiding the mirror, he opens the bathroom cabinet and pulls out the first towel he reaches, making the rest of them land in a pile on the tiles.
"Did you like our little present, Sherlock? I must say, you really do have a gift to make people want to get back at you. And this is my next little surprise for you; there are a lot more people out there wanting to get their revenge on you. Luckily for me, I know just what will break you now. So back off! Don't interfere, don't take any more off your little cases and don't help the police anymore! Maybe the good doctor or Lestrade or all your other little friends will stay just because of your charming self, even without your "fame", but we'll see. And if you don't back off, we can always arrange a little party for your flat mate. Maybe he will enjoy himself just as much as you did. So. Do .Not. Interfere.
Unable to take it any longer, unable to stay strong a moment more, Sherlock Holmes put the towel to his mouth and screamed.