Master must have woke up in the night. Because in the morning I was back on the bed and under the covers. Master was snoring away. I got up and decided to make my master breakfast. I slipped on my jogging bottoms and went to the kitchen. The table was full of experiments. I knew how master liked his coffee after he made one last night. I put water in the kettle and set it to boil. After a while of searching for a mug, coffee and suger the kettle had finished. I was just stirring it when a pair of warm arms wrapped around and waistline and pulled me in. It shocked me and coffee spilt everywhere. My eyes grew "I am sorry master please forgive me. Forgive me I didn't mean to. I was trying to make you breakfast"
He placed his fingers on my lips to stop me. "It's fine we all make mistakes". He led me back to the bedroom and on to the bed. Sherlock sat on the bed and positioned me with my head on his lap. He fiddled with the bits of my hair that now stuck up in strange tufts. He was thinking so I didn't interrupt him.

Master woke me up to take me on a case. I didn't know what to expect yet. I was still in my jogging bottoms and nothing else apart from my collar. Sherlock picked up the leash and i walked over. He clipped it on and i was dragged out of the flat. Sherlock hailed a cab and shoved me in the foot space. It only took several minutes to get to st barts. I was dragged down to the morgue. "I haven't punished you yet but we will sort that now"
"Yes master" I had forgot that I was needing to be punished. Master pulled my pants down and made me bend over the table. Then something came down hard on my bottom. I cried out in pain. Master kept going and didn't go any lighter. Then someone walked in. "Dr Watson this is Sherlock the man I was telling you about the roommate situation" they talked for a while I just stayed still.
"The name is Sherlock 221b Baker Street tomorrow lunch. For God's sake boy. Pull your pants up in company"
"Sorry master it won't happen again" Dr Watson was look in at Sherlock like he was a monster. He looked sorry for me. "Stop staining James"
"Yes master, sorry master"
"You will be punished when we get home. Do you understand?" I nodded. Sherlock grabbed my leash and i grabbed the riding crop before I was dragged out. "Mr Holmes what were you doing to the boy"
"Punishment Dr Watson. James is my slave and i shall punish him how I like. Tomorrow lunch 221b Baker Street."
"Ok Mr Holmes" I was dragged out and pulled into the taxi. That night I was chucked into the basement with a bucket. I slept in a corner and waited for master to come and get me.
I thought he would come for me. He didn't not until morning.
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