The Revenge of Sweeney Todd

a/n: This chapter was written as a very belated birthday present for Spoony. She's the best online friend a person could ever hope to have, and this is for her.


Sweeney Todd slowly and casually made his way home peeking into a few shops on the way and stopping in Mrs. Lovett's pie shop for a chat and a drink before he finally climbed the stairs to his room above her shop. He opened the door and barely made it over the threshold before he was hit over the head and fell to the floor, unconscious.

He awoke to find himself in the middle of a room lying on his back on a table, his legs dangling off the edge. Beside him on the table were two candlesticks. They were the only thing illuminating he room. The room was so large the light of the candles didn't reach the walls. It was a hollow and uninviting place at first glance, but Sweeney didn't feel scared. His head was throbbing, and he struggled to remember why. He tried to bring his hand up to rub his head but found it was tied down. His face scrunched in curiosity and he tried to move the other hand, only to find it was tied down as well. He shifted his body on the table and became painfully aware of his nudity when he felt the rough wood of the table rub his bare skin. Suddenly, the memory of before came rushing back to him. Someone had knocked him out and obviously taken him somewhere. Just as the realization sank in, he heard a loud metallic rattling sound, and a split second later, his legs were pulled up into the air and apart, and forcing him to slide just far enough that his ass was right at the edge of the table.

Sweeney gasped audibly at the shock of being moved and forced into a position he did not want to be in, considering his nudity, and also at the pain on his ankles. He could just barely see them in the light of the candles, but could tell that there were manacles around them both with chains attached and leading up and out of the range of the candles' glow. He began tugging furiously at the restraints that kept his arms pulled out to the sides, and he heard a low rumbling chuckle coming from the darkness. He stopped moving and peered in the direction of the sound, trying to force his eyes to see what was there through the darkness. The chuckling grew louder and turned into maniacal laughter before stopping bluntly. Sweeney then saw a figure begin to emerge from the darkness. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as Judge Turpin stepped into the candlelight, an evil smirk on his face.

"Well, well, well Mr. Todd," Turpin said slowly with a sneer. "You're in quite a predicament, or so it would seem."

"Let me go, Judge Turpin, or I'll make you wish you were never born," Sweeney replied angrily.

"No, I believe it is I who will be making the demands this time, Mr. Todd, and you will do exactly as I say. Not that I'll give you much choice, of course..." Turpin retorted, smiling slightly to himself. "You'll do as I say, or you can make things harder on yourself and fight it. It's your choice. Though I should tell you, these restraints are all very strong, fighting will you do little good."

Judge Turpin slowly walked around the table, ghosting his fingers across Sweeney's exposed ass as he did so. Sweeney's body tensed up and he began to tug at his restraints again. Turpin laughed at his exertions. "You're only going to hurt yourself, this won't benefit you in any way," he said.

Sweeney stopped struggling, but his body wouldn't relax. He watched as Turpin picked up one of the candles and tilted it back and forth in his hand, letting the wax drip onto his fingers. "This doesn't hurt, you know. Not really. However, if I were to let it drip onto more sensitive skin..." He held the candle out and let the hot wax drip onto Sweeney's chest. Sweeney glared at Turpin, but didn't flinch or cry out.

"Didn't hurt?" Turpin asked in feigned surprise. "Then let's make it hurt." He moved the candle slightly and let the hot wax drip onto Sweeney's left nipple, and then his right. Again, Sweeney didn't let the pain show. Turpin raised an eyebrow and began moving the candle very slowly down Sweeney's stomach, letting the drips fall mere centimetres apart. The lower down his body the wax dripped, the more tense Sweeney got, but still he never let the pain show. He wouldn't give Turpin the satisfaction of knowing he was causing him pain. He didn't even flinch when Turpin dripped the wax in a trail down from his bellybutton.

Judge Turpin was clearly getting annoyed that Sweeney didn't appear to be in any pain. Sweeney felt a little victorious, thinking he had outsmarted his assailant. "I figured you'd make it come to this," Turpin said, then he pointedly moved the candle a little further south. Sweeney couldn't hide it anymore. He cried out in pain when the first drip of wax dripped onto his balls.Turpin laughed as Sweeney writhed in pain, tears trickling from his eyes, gasps and groans of pain escaping his lips.

"Yes, it hurts doesn't it?" Judge Turpin asked sweetly, yet with no attempt to hide the cruelty in his voice. "It hurts bad, I can tell. Well, that's nothing compared to the pain you're about to feel!" And with that last word, Turpin cracked his cane across Sweeney's exposed ass, just as another drip of hot wax from the candle landed on his balls. Turpin whacked his ass again, and again, and again, getting faster, and faster, and more maniacal with every swing, still letting the wax drip on Sweeney's balls, until suddenly he threw the candle aside, went to the end of the table, and rammed the end of his cane up Sweeney's ass.

Sweeney screamed at the sudden and brutal invasion, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His arms and legs were held securely in place. Turpin's eyes were wild as he roughly fucked Sweeney's ass with the cane. Against every ounce of his willpower, Sweeney's cock began to harden. Turpin noticed it immediately and stopped his ministrations, but left the cane buried impossibly deep in his ass. He pulled a long thick black ribbon out of his pocket and quickly tied one end of it around Sweeney's balls and the base of his cock, still quite frantic with his actions. He then wrapped it over the end of his cock and secured it tightly back at the base. He sneered at Sweeney, then returned to the cane he'd left in its temporary sheath. He continued violently fucking Sweeney with it, and watched as his cock attempted to swell within the ribbon he'd tied around it. The ribbon, of course, severely limited its growth and began to dig into the skin. Turpin shed his trousers with his free hand and began to stroke his own stiff cock as Sweeney grimmaced at the pain.

Turpin then roughly pulled the cane out of Sweeney and replaced it just as roughly with his cock. Sweeney cried out again, as the Judge's cock was at least twice as thick as the cane, and stretched his ass painfully.

Judge Turpin held onto Sweeney's raised legs for added leverage and fucked him unmercifully, as the barber writhed at the pain. Sweeney felt his orgasm building up inside him. His cock hurt like it never had. He needed to come, but that damned ribbon wouldn't let him.

It wasn't long before Turpin dug his nails into Sweeney's legs as he came hard inside him. Sweeney's entire body was shaking, his cock was quivering, and his ass was aching. Turpin smirked at him for a moment before he gave one last hard thrust into his body and untied the ribbon. Release rushed through Sweeney as his cock spasmed and shot come all over his chest and stomach. He rode out his painful and overdue orgasm as Judge Turpin dressed.

Sweeney's body finally began to relax, abused though it was, when the Judge began undoing his shackles. Turpin stepped back and Sweeney sat up painfully, rubbing his wrists where the metal had dug into his skin. "Don't fuck with me again," Turpin said as he threw Sweeney's clothes back to him and glared. "Now get dressed and get out."

Judge Turpin turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Sweeney alone in the candlelight with his clothes and his pain. "He only thinks we're even..." Sweeney thought, as he got dressed and left.