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Pre-face:
There is beauty in submission and the acceptance of that submission by the Dominant as a gift. In many cases, not all- nothing is ever black and white, after all- there is a loving dynamic between sub/slave and Dom/Sir/Master/Mistress within the BDSM world. It is not about the pain inflicted or endured. Many times it is about an exchange of power, the ability to help expand personal boundaries and help another person fly free. BDSM is consensual although at times it might ‘appear’ not to be.
A sub has ‘subspace’, a place that is calming and quite enjoyable. Where pain and submission drives you higher into that space. A dominant has ‘Domspace’ as well, equally pleasurable. In most cases aftercare is just as important as the session itself. Sometimes aftercare can be achieved with a single touch, at other times there can be first aid needed to clean cuts, sooth sore skin to avoid deep bruising, and of course praise and words of encouragement are good medicine that are always added. We will see that loving dynamic between Sherlock and John in Consequences and Cases Book 1: Belonging.
In this ‘book’ however I want to make it quite clear before you tackle it, that this is a unique situation that our guys find themselves in. The Predators' Club is completely fictional, however in the dark, twisted real world there may be similar places out there. John, undercover, will be expected to ‘own’ his ‘slave’, Sherlock. He will be expected to take what he wants and as a sadist, have no mercy if Sherlock cannot or will not do as he asks. This is not your typical BDSM club where guys serving are consensual and safe with each other. The unfortunate men in the Predators' club were abducted, sold to Masters. The ‘boys’ are slaves that have no rights, do not give consent and may face serious harm, even death.
I started off with a simple idea- giving Sherlock a really hardcore case to handle. Then I started to research criminal activity and discovered some facts about human trafficking that shocked me. I'm not writing a thesis paper. I won't bore you with a report but below are a few facts. It compelled me to go deep undercover with Sherlock--- not to shock readers but to bring light to the subject in some manner. I'm not a political speech writer, I don't write about history... I'm an M/M erotica/BDSM and adventure fanfic writer so I had to do it this way; explore with characters. This is the only way I know to share what I found, with a story.
DATA:
Human trafficking is the fastest growing criminal industry. Victims of trafficking can be found ANYWHERE in the world. Over 50% are female. One quarter are children under the age of 18. Some are certainly from stranger abductions but there are many situations where someone might fall victim: Run aways, the homeless, from refugee dispersement, extreme poverty in which a parent sells a child, child brides, employment fraud and the sex trade. This is just a small example.
I certainly do not condone the non-consensual aspects of this story. IT IS A WORK OF FICTION.
Please heed the tags. I don’t want to upset anyone. If you see something you think should have had a tag, let me know.
Primary tag, non-consensual is through-out this book. It is dark and angsty. I assure you again, John and Sherlock survive. I mean I wouldn’t traumatize fans like a certain show did.
How they come out on the other side? We’ll see.
EXAMPLE of what you are about to get into...
‘Sherlock deserves better than this but I can do nothing to sooth his fears, his pain. I watch as the handlers drag him out of my sight, semi-conscious and nose still dripping blood onto the conctete floor. I know I have not seriously harmed him but my heart pounds with anxiety. I just need to sit here and remember, this is just a part I am acting. It will be over soon. In order to save his life, I have to let them treat him in this manner, even if it is breaking my heart.
When I turn back to those still eating at the long table I find Master Brae is regarding me with his cold steel colored eyes. I hope to God I haven’t revealed my love for my slave in some way. If I have, Sherlock and I are in serious danger here. Master Brae nods his head at me with just a slight tip of his narrow face. He lifts the leash to his own slave, gives it a rough yank and drags the poor lad even closer to his lap. I feign disinterest. I return to eating as I observe him in my peripheral vision. One does not look away from an apex predator unless one wants to become the predator’s next meal.
“Go over to Master Harry and give him pleasure since his own slave is so worthless,” I hear him snarl. Within moments there are trembling hands on my lap reaching and finding the zipper. Swallowing lest I choke, I sit back to give him room. Frightened, yet determined, the slave’s eyes meet mine then quickly look away. He is below the table still and no-one but I has seen his grievous error. It is the only thing that saves me having to give him a hard slap to the face.’