When the Tables Were Turned

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"The tables have now been turned!" gloated Martin Fenwick as he smiled wickedly at the two men he had imprisoned.

"Fenwick! You will pay for this with your miserable life!" shouted Moriarty shaking his fist between the bars of the large cage that held him and his arch enemy Sherlock Holmes.

"Silence, you ungrateful clone! If it were not for me, you would not even exist," said Fenwick. "I was the master and you were the slave! That was the plan. Then you went and changed all that. I am merely putting things back as they should be. You will do as I say from now on, Professor Moriarty!"

"I will most certainly not! Now release me from this cage this instant!" shouted Moriarty.

"Or what? You are in no position to be giving me orders!" said Fenwick.

Moriarty's fists shook. The veins in his forehead were throbbing. This traitorous act of Fenwick would not go unpunished, Moriarty promised himself. But all in good time. First he had to get out of this cage. Perhaps he could reason with Fenwick.

"Fenwick, what is it that you want?" the Professor asked while doing his best to keep his voice calm.

Fenwick chuckled. "I want to humiliate you, Professor! And I will do so in a most brilliant manner! I will have my revenge for the way you have treated me as your slave! And when I reveal to you how I will humiliate you, I will enjoy seeing your reaction!"

Moriarty turned to Holmes. "What do you make of this, Holmes?"

The tall lean young handsome detective who had been quiet all this time during their imprisonment finally spoke.

"Fenwick wants to make a video recording of the both of us having sex," he calmly replied. "And he plans to broadcast our performance to New London. Perhaps even to the entire world."

Fenwick stammered. "W-what? H-how d-did you know? Blast you, Holmes and your powers of deduction! I wanted to be the one to tell Moriarty!"

"So sorry to steal your thunder, Fenwick," said Holmes. "Perhaps next time you shouldn't make your intentions so obvious. For instance, after rendering your victims unconscious, do not completely undress your victims and place them in a cage furnished with only a large bed. Especially a bed with a vibrating feature. And the video camera aimed at the cage clearly shows us your intention to record activities here in this bed."

Moriarty was beside himself with anger.

"And just how do you intend to record something that is NOT going to happen, Fenwick?" he shouted.

"Oh, but it WILL happen, Professor. You and Mr. Holmes will have sex with each other."

Moriarty and Holmes stared at each other, then back at Fenwick.

"Have you gone completely mad?" shouted Moriarty. "Fenwick, you're sick, twisted and perverted, but most of all, you are dead meat! Just you wait!"

"Correction, Professor. I am not dead meat. I am dead serious. If you do not comply with my orders, I will kill you both."

He pointed upward above the cage.

"All I have to do is activate the switch that will cause the cage that holds you to fold and collapse. You will both be crushed to death if you do not do as I say."

Fenwick's tone of voice convinced Moriarty and Holmes of his seriousness.

"The choice is simple, gentlemen. Fuck or die."

Moriarty turned to Holmes.

"Not much of a choice, Holmes. What are you going to do?" he asked.

Holmes looked at Moriarty. The Professor was buff and barrel-chested and was in remarkably good shape. If he had to have forced gay sex with a man, at least Moriarty was a physically fit companion. And he was hung pretty well, too.

Moriarty had been making a conscious effort not to look at Holmes' private parts. But now that he realized he might have to actually shag his arch enemy, he found his eyes wandering down to check out the detective's equipment.

Not bad, thought Moriarty. Not bad at all.

"I'll do what I have to do," said Holmes. "My survival instinct is strong. How is yours?"

"Just as strong, if not stronger. Believe me, Holmes, I really do NOT want to do this. But I have no desire to be turned into a pancake."

"Agreed. Then let us get this over with, shall we?"

Fenwick cackled with glee.

"Yes, yes! Gentlemen! Lights! Camera! Action!"

Fenwick, your ass is grass, thought Moriarty as he and Holmes climbed on to the bed.

"Wait, Holmes. What are you doing?" Moriarty asked Holmes who was positioning himself behind the Professor.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm getting ready to shag you."

"Hang on! I'm going to shag YOU. Now let me get behind you."

"Oh, no. You just lie on the bed and relax. I'll go first. I insist."

Fenwick screamed at them, "It doesn't matter who goes first! Just FUCK ALREADY! You'll both get fucked before I let you go, so just FUCKING DO IT! I can't believe I have to direct this performance! You should just be doing this!"

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Inspector Beth Lestrade was speechless as she watched the live broadcast.

It can't be happening, she thought. No, no! Not Holmes! Not with Moriarty! No! Not MY Holmes!

Beth finally admitted to herself that she wanted Holmes. Since that day she saw him being rejuvenated and brought back to life she had thought of him every night as she got ready for bed.

"He's incredible!" she had said back then. She had felt a hot strong stirring in her loins that she had never nelt before. Damn, he's sexy, she told herself.

But all this time she had kept her relationship with Holmes on a professional level. It was not that difficult because she soon found Holmes to be somewhat arrogant and difficult to supervise the way he would take off without a word. That's no way to treat a supervising officer, she told herself over and over. Why did he have to be so damn sexy?

What Lestrade did not know was that Holmes had come very close to turning down the offer to stay on as a consultant with New London's Scotland Yard when he learned that he would have to be working under her. But a job was a job. And he would need a steady income to live.

Putting up with her snarkiness and annoying ways was the price he had to pay. If he did not have Watson the compudroid to be there with him as a buffer, he wasn't sure he would have been able to go through with it.

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Holmes carefully and gently worked his way inside Moriarty. He did not want to cause any physical damage, being ever the gentleman.

Moriarty gritted his teeth and his hands gripped the edge of the bed.

"Try to relax," Holmes whispered. "I'll go slowly and do my best to not hurt you."

Moriarty nodded to convey his appreciation of Holmes' thoughtfulness and consideration.

"Yes, that's it!" said Fenwick as he watched. "Fuck him! Fuck him good and hard! Pound his ass! Don't hold back, Holmes! I want to hear the Professor scream!"

Holmes ignored Fenwick as best as he could.

Moriarty thought it would be best to put on a show for Fenwick's benefit. Why give him a reason to bring the roof of the cage down upon them? So he feigned pain.

"Argh!" screamed Moriarty as he squeezed the edge of the bed. "Argh!"

That's enough, thought Holmes. Even though Moriarty was his enemy, he had no desire to hurt him like this. So Holmes stopped and carefully withdrew from the Professor.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to Moriarty. "I'm so sorry."

"That's all? Bah!" said Fenwick. "Very well! I will give you three minutes to rest. Then Moriarty, it will be your turn to fuck Holmes! And make it good! Your audience eagerly awaits!"

Would Moriarty show Holmes the same consideration that he was given? The detective was not sure. He was completely at the Professor's mercy. Would he be gentle or would he give Holmes a pounding he'd never forget?

Holmes nervously braced himself as the Professor entered him from behind.

**********

Beth wept. She couldn't watch anymore of the broadcast. It was more than she could stand. She shut off the monitor and went to bed. How could she face Holmes if she ever saw him again?

I have to be strong, she told herself. He'll need consoling. I have be brave for him. I have to be his friend during his hour of need.

She drifted off to sleep.

**********

No one was more surprised than the Professor himself when he found himself now wanting to shag Holmes. It had felt unexpectedly good, quite good actually, when Holmes was shagging him.

I wonder if he's done this before, Moriarty pondered as he carefully inserted his large hard cock inside Holmes' backside. Holmes could make a successful living as a rent boy, what with his pretty golden hair, those sparkling blue eyes and his beautiful lean fit body.

As Moriarty gently sawed back and forth inside Holmes he suddenly became very possessive of him. The thought of Holmes doing this with anybody else was most unsettling for the Professor.

He's mine, thought Moriarty. He belongs to me now.

Holmes was miles away in his special happy place. It was the only way he could deal with having to endure being forced to go through this sexual act. He had years of practice in meditation, so he used it to mentally transport himself away from what was currently happening.

"FUCK HIM HARD!" shouted Fenwick. "I want to hear him screaming!"

Oh, shut up, thought Moriarty scowling. I won't hurt this beautiful man. I won't!

"I'm pounding him, Fenwick! But he's strong and won't give you the satisfaction of showing his pain!" said the Professor.

Fenwick scoffed. He sat back and continued to enjoy the show.

**********

Afterward the Professor and Holmes were released from the cage. It was set to automatically open at a time to give Fenwick twenty minutes to make his getaway with his camera. He was long gone when they staggered out of the cage.

They gathered their clothes from a pile in the corner of the room and silently got dressed. Then together they walked out of the building. It was a warehouse near the docks. The fog was rolling in.

Finally Moriarty cleared his throat and spoke.

"So, can I call you later?"

THE END