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After the their last scene they took a few days to relax, Mycroft needed to give his body time to heal a little after the thrashing, so instead he doted on Greg, in awe of how he had made his deepest fantasies a reality.
He’d also taken note of his partners relish in piss play and an idea soon started to form in his clever mind.
First he visited their favourite and very discreet sex shop and bought some new toys as well as placing a rush order for a custom leather harness for Greg.
The next day was Friday and as he took delivery of the new gear he looked forward to his detective returning home that evening.
When Greg came in Mycroft led him to the bedroom and stripped him, before fastening the new black and silver harness around his broad chest and lovely shoulders. “Beautiful, you look devastating, my dear.” Mycroft praised. He pushed Greg to his knees and enjoyed the flush rising on his lover’s beautiful face.
“Now detective, I want you to beg for me.”
Looking up at Mycroft Greg felt heat bloom inside of him, he’d never get enough of this man who perfectly for filled his dirty needs. “Please…please, Mycroft use me, use me in whatever way pleases you.”
Mycroft almost gasped, the sight of Gregory on his knees looking up at him with those rich, brown eyes pleading was enough to break the Ice Man, he’d give his lover anything but he’d never let on, knowing Greg craved the humiliation of begging for his pleasure.
He reached into the bag next to him and lifted out the other new purchase, it was a black funnel gag. He saw Greg’s eyes flash with need and understanding and Mycroft smiled knowing he’d picked well. “Would you like to be my toilet Gregory?“ he asked sweetly, framing the filthy words in his well spoken voice as it always drove his partner wild.
Greg’s cock throbbed harder and he nodded. He’d seen gags like this in porn and had liked the idea of trying one, his Mycroft was truly a master at giving him the filth he craved most. “Mmmmm please, make me your toilet.” He begged, stretching his neck out, straining to get closer to the perfect device.
“Oh yes.” He panted as he started to fix the gag in place. Taking care to make sure it wasn’t too tight but would still hold the funnel perfectly to give Greg exactly what he desired. “Such a pretty little toilet” he added when he was done.
He arched his back, kneeling as straight as possible to display his filthy toilet face to Mycroft in the best possible way, preening with the delicious praise he was receiving, desperately needing to please his lover. He would enjoy taking Mycroft’s warm piss, especially if it pleased them both, he couldn’t speak with the gag in now, but moaned lowly to show his appreciation, his hands ached to touch his cock but he knew better so they remained still.
Mycroft undid his trousers and freed his cock, it was taking all of his hard earned willpower to keep himself from growing hard. As he rested it in Greg’s funnel he met his lover’s eyes to check in for any last misgivings, but Greg’s eyes were clear and full of need, seeing him revelling in this base and filthy scene almost crumbled Mycroft’s resolve to stay soft enough to piss, he’d better get this started, so with a moan he concentrated and started to pee.
As the warm tangy piss filled his mouth Greg was lost, concentrating on Mycroft’s rich flavour and swallowing all he was being given. It felt so dirty and wrong which was the kind of thing that really turned him on. He kept his eyes on Mycroft, wanting his lover to see how much he was enjoying this.
“Oh my dear, you really are a piss whore, aren’t you? I’d guessed, obviously, but even I’m surprised at how much you’re loving this.” And Mycroft was, Greg’s eyes burned with humiliation and need as he filled the funnel with piss, watching as Greg took mouthful after mouthful. When his flow started to wane he remembered the one last thing he wanted to try, so he directed his slowing stream up and over Greg’s perfect face. With a moan he added, “I might never piss in an actual toilet again, not while you do the job so eagerly.
With his mouth free Greg gasped. “Yes, fuck I want it, Myc.” He closed his eyes now and relished in the sheer, perfect humiliation of loving being soaked in piss. “Please fuck me, fuck your toilet.”
And Mycroft did, he pushed him forward and walked around to plunge his cock into Greg’s hole. With the supple leather harness gripped in both hands he held him in place as he used him to relive the pent up need that had built in him as he’d watched this scene unfold. “Look at you, such a loose, needy piss slut.” Mycroft sneered as he fucked him hard and fast.
Greg howled as Mycroft took him, finally reaching for his own straining cock and palming it as he thought about drinking and being covered in Mycroft’s piss. “I want it in my arse next time, please, I..I need to feel it.” He begged.
Mycroft groaned at the memory. “Anything you want my perfect little toilet, it felt so good, I know you’ll love it.” He promised and slowed his pace, pushing in deeper and hitting Greg’s sweet spot with every thrust. “You’ll be so overflowing with my piss, your stomach will bulge with it, dear.”
Greg arched and come exploded from his needy cock. “Yes! Fuck yes…please.” He moaned over and over, coming while imagining Mycroft pissing deep inside of him.
As Greg came his tight passage clutched Mycroft tighter still and he gasped as he spilled deep inside of him. “Greedy slut, you always want more, don’t you?” He said fondly as he shook out the last spasms of another perfect orgasm. He was truly the luckiest man alive to have found the most deprived and loving parter in Gregory Lestrade.