Sherloc Holmes Case: Family Jewels

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:

"Elementary, my dear Watson," Sherlock exclaimed as he held up his hand to stop what he could sense would be my ejaculation of dismay. "I have finally solved the mystery of the Twinkanka Bark".

Holmes was standing stark naked in the center of the parlor, with an extreme case of Priapism. His engorged member was now a mauve color against his pale white skin.

"The bark had been rumored to be an aphrodisiac, however, Westerners never had a result, until now. The secret is the preparation, and then to smoke it."

"Holmes, I might say that I am worried about the color, lack of blood flow could be dangerous."

"Precisely, my dear Doctor, that is why I have called you. It has been over 12 hours. I succeeded in my quest last night with outstanding results, but a night of vigorous onanism has not returned it to its resting state. But I have an idea, call the stable boy up here!!"

"Holmes, no, you can't possibly ..."

"Have the stable boy bring buckets of ice-cold water and fill the hip bath. That should have the desired effect of reducing the massive dimensions."

It was February, and there was a thin sheet of ice I noticed on the horse trough outside. The water would be freezing and this idea might work. "Holmes, wait in the other room while the stable boy comes."

I called the stable boy to give him the instruction to fill the hip bath. When it was full and the lad was safely out of the way, Holmes lowered himself into the bath. His teeth chattered he sat down into the icy water. I saw the blood drain from his skin as he turned a paler white, and his lips were blue. "Enough Homes, you will end up with hypothermia if you stay a second longer!"

As he emerged, like the mast of the ship coming over the horizon, his manhood was just, if not more, erect. And now a purple color.

"Watson, you are my last hope. There must be a massive discharge to allow the blood to flow again. The family jewels are fit to burst if unrequited much longer."

"I will proceed at once to Whitechapel and procure a lady to relive you."

"No, never will I let that happen. No poxy wench will touch my wood."

"It is your last chance. It is 10 o'clock on a Tuesday morning in LONDON. No virgin could ever be found quickly."

"You must do it yourself then Doctor."

"I?"

"Yes, you. You are a medical man and must take matters in hand."

"I have no experience in this regard, I assure you."

"Have you not ever polished the Bishop's Hat? Slapped the Sargent, sharpened your pencil?"

"But Holmes.... "

"I cannot rely on anyone else and you know that the lack of blood flow is getting more dangerous by the minute."

There was nothing to do but acquiesce.

"But first Watson, an injection of the 7% Solution. It is critical to heighten the effects of your manual manipulation."

As a doctor, I deplored his use of cocaine, but in this case, to hopefully enhance my efforts, it would be useful.

Holmes lay on the divan. I took matters into hand. I must say his manhood was extraordinary. Holmes being tall and lanky reflected in his endowment. Long and gracefully curved, ending with a bulbous head, I envied it. In hand, the power of the Twinkanka bark was evident. He was rock hard. My hand went over the tip, down the shaft and slapped against the family jewels.

His eyes closed in concentration; I could hear the changes in his breathing. His hips now were assisting in the rhythmical working of long shaft. My fist slapping against the swollen testes, tight and hard with his essence.

He grabbed the stereopticon from the table next to us. "The pygmies, dear God...." And he gasped and writhed under relentless tattoo of my powerful strokes.

And then it came. The release. I managed to turn my head slightly when he shouted, so I was not hit full on the face. His body was twisting and shaking on the divan and the result was thick globs being patterned across the room, dripping from the mirror, the plaster ceiling, even the nose of the bust of Disraeli was hung with the white sticky ropes of his release. Already at half mast, the color was returning.

The case of the Family Jewels completed.