Gift #5 for von_gelmini
To: von_gelmini
From: silvermoon07
Title: Mine
Characters and/or Pairings: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rough kissing, Whipping, Torture, Non-Con-Dub-Con, D/s, Explicit Sex, Time Lord telepathic mind play, fluff, slash
Summary: Ten & the Master meet up at that old dusty warehouse on Earth, the Master having just been resurrected into his blond-haired body, dressed in Earth tramp clothes- his moth eaten black hoodie, that red shirt, those tight black denims, and those dusty black work boots. There in the dust and grime of that abandoned warehouse, two enemies meet. The Master zaps Ten with that live Artron Energy, and all goes black after that for Ten; the Master turns their meeting into something more enjoyable for himself. Later, Ten asks the Master to join him on the TARDIS, the answer he receives surprises him.
Notes: Slight Spoilers for the End of Time- Part 1. This story will be totally AU now, Ten will not regenerate here, and the Master joins Ten in the TARDIS to travel with him.
Word Count: 9,750
The Doctor arrived in that dusty old abandoned warehouse, on the docks of London, certain that he would meet the Master there. He could feel it; his strong Time Lord sense was telling him that he would. He could also smell that his fellow Time Lord was close by, and he had to admit to himself that he smelled so good, the sweet honey scent of another Time Lord. As he walked further along the dusty floor in the open-air warehouse, he heard footsteps and harsh breathing coming from further along the path. He sniffed the air again, and smiled smugly. Oh yes, the Master was there. He knew that scent anywhere. He turned a blind corner, making his way around a large batch of disused wooden boxes and metal dustbins.
Sure enough, the Doctor turned the corner and walked through the high piles of boxes, and there was the Master, standing on a large mound of dirt and dust. All around them were large wooden boxes and metal pipes and wires sticking out of the dirt floor, remnants of the fact that this warehouse had been abandoned ages ago.
The Master turned around towards the Doctor, and had an arrogant expression on his face. He stalked towards him as gracefully as a feline. He could smell the Doctor all the way across the old warehouse. He had to admit he smelled quite good, but he could also read his myriad of thoughts, and he was curious as to how and why he was there now. Well, he would certainly find out very soon. He began his delicious attack on his old friend, using his newly acquired artron energy that was racing through his body.
The Doctor turned his face to a steel mask as he slowly walked towards his fellow Time Lord, his arms at his side. When they were about twenty or so feet apart from each other, the Doctor watched as the Master raised his right arm and shot a bolt of bright white artron energy from his hand. It flew towards him, barely missing him as it struck a pile of boxes to his left. The Doctor didn’t flinch, but he was a little worried what his fellow Time Lord had in mind next. Would he hit him with that energy, and would it kill him? Would this be how it ended between them? By the Master killing him?
The Master smirked at him again. He was enjoying the fearful thoughts that were coursing through the Doctor’s mind now. It really made him feel quite powerful, knowing that the Doctor was afraid of him hurting him. That was just how he wanted his Doctor to think. Yes, he wanted him to think that he was going to kill him. This time he raised his left arm and the artron energy flew out of his hand, barely missing the Doctor as it struck another pile of disused boxes to his right.
The Doctor was feeling all this pent up pain and anguish at seeing his old Enemy here again. He wished that he would stop this physical attack and just come away with him. After all this time, after all the times they had faced off against each other, how had it come to this? His mind was filled with images of all their past meetings in all their different regenerations and the Master‘s stolen bodies, and each time he had thwarted the Master’s diabolical plans to take over and rule the Earth. He wondered why he was here even now. Just why was he back on earth, and how had he managed to come back to life? He would make it a point to ask him. That was if he got the chance to. Because right at that moment, he was hit in the middle of his chest by a very painful blast of double artron energy from the Master’s hands. He gasped and groaned and did his best to remain standing, but the pain was too much. He grunted when the Master stopped the blast of energy to his chest, and he quickly fell to his knees towards the dusty, dirty floor.
The Master watched as the Doctor fell to his knees, grunting and groaning in pain, and rushed towards him, catching him between his chest before he fell to the dirty floor. He wanted to make sure the Doctor’s hearts were still beating, and when he was satisfied that they were, he stared into the Doctor’s pained brown eyes with his angry amber eyes. He scowled at him. He hated himself for showing the Doctor this vulnerability, not wanting him to think that he cared a jot that he had hurt him. He pushed the Doctor away from him, and before he could fall to the floor, he punched him hard in his face with the fist of his right hand. This time the Doctor did fall to the floor. With a hard thud, he fell backwards, sprawled into the dirt and dusty grime. The Master stood over him, and glared down at him. The last thing the Doctor remembered before he lost consciousness was feeling the Master’s boot kick him in the right side of his body.
The Doctor awoke a half an hour later, and the first thing he noticed was that he was in a lot of pain. The strikes he took in his chest from the Master’s blast of artron energy were making his hearts feel as if they were on fire. He knew that his skin had to have been a little burned from that. The second thing he noticed was that he was naked and his arms were tied-quite securely over his head-with a rough course rope-to a steel pipe that was hanging down from the open metal work roof of the old abandoned warehouse. Apparently the Master had been quite busy after he had lost consciousness. He could see, in the dim light of the moon shining down through the open roof, that the Master was standing across from him staring at him with that haughty expression on his lightly bearded face.
The Master had been watching the Doctor, waiting for him to wake up from his lovely little nap. When he saw him stirring in his bonds, he stalked towards him with that slow feline grace. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of the Doctor. He reached his right hand towards the Doctor’s face, his fingertips caressing his bruised jaw where he hit him before. ‘Well, Doctor, so we meet again, only this time I have the upper hand over you.’
The Doctor gasped as the Master moved in close to his face, and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, and then quickly stepped back waiting for his reply. The Doctor was still feeling a lot of pain in his chest, and he knew that it would hurt quite a lot to speak, so when he finally did, his voice sounded raspy and thick. ‘So it would seem, Master. Why don’t you release me from my bonds and then we can go to my TARDIS. We can talk, well, we can try anyway. I know how you hate to hear me babbling away, but I really want to know how you survived and came back to life. I mean, your skull is lighting up as it if were bonfire night. You look like bloody Skeletor! Seriously, do you think that looks good on you, because believe me, Master, it does not. It is not a very attractive trait to have. And I can help you get rid of that. I know that your resurrection went wrong. I can fix that, the TARDIS can help--’
‘No, Doctor, not again!!’ the Master cut across the Doctor’s words. This time he hit him hard across the right side of his face, with his open palm, glaring at him as his amber eyes glowed a bright angry gold. His skull blinked in and out in stark relief. The Doctor grunted as he felt his lip burst open, and blood ran down his chin, but the Master grabbed his chin and turned his face towards him, as he continued his angry tirade. ‘I do not want to hear any of your stupid and boring sanctimonious nonsense this time! I do not need your bloody help. You came to look for me. You found me earlier today, and offered it then. I didn‘t want it, and I still don’t want it. I knew, I just knew you couldn’t help yourself. You had to come to see me tonight! I was counting on that, my dear. I was planning on this little meeting, you see; waiting, knowing, feeling your sadness at seeing me all broken up and, as you say, looking like Skeletor. Well, tough. I do not care how you feel, Doctor. I planned all of this, and I defeated you, again. That is why I made you come here, to this place, and that is why you are tied up here, where none of your stupid human apes will find you or come to your rescue. Tonight I am going to have so much fun with you, you see. You are mine, and you are going to suffer at my hands. I have found a lot of lovely and quite useful implements that have been discarded here inside this dusty old abandoned warehouse. I will be using them on you during our little torture session. Ooh, Doctor, it has been so long since we shared one of those. The last time was on the Valiant, mm, and how delicious that was. What have you to say for yourself, my dear? Hmm, what do you think of my lovely idea?’
The Doctor stared at the Master in horror. He swallowed audibly and the Master stared lustfully as his gorgeous adams apple bobbed up and down. He breathed deeply, trying to mask the pain he was in, but he couldn’t hide the small whimper that escaped from his lips when he spoke again. ‘Ooh, please, Master. I am in enough pain now from that dreadful blast of artron energy you used on me before, and then you bloody hit me on my face, hard-- you actually hit me and knocked me out! I would never do that to you, ever. Look, let’s just go to my TARDIS, we can talk there. I can take away the pain you are obviously feeling. I want to help you. I want you to feel better, and get back to your normal self, so that you and I can fight across the stars again. The TARDIS, she can help you complete your resurrection. I can help you with the rest. Please, just listen to me this time. You will not be my prisoner; you will have free reign. Well, to a point. I don’t want you taking over the TARDIS like you did the last time; she is still angry at you for that. I am not too happy about it either, turning her into that Paradox Machine. I will ask her not to give you shocks, and you can even choose our destinations. We can go all over the Universe, seeing new planets. Meeting new species. We can even drop in on a pleasure planet, if you wish, where you can get some pampering, perhaps even get a makeover, get rid of that awful bleached blond hair. I will even let you fly her sometimes, so please, Koschei--Ow!!’
‘No, do not call me that! Shut the fuck up, Doctor!!’ the Master cut across the Doctor’s speech, as he pressed his open palms over the wound on his chest and let another small amount of the artron energy escape from them. He only stopped when the Doctor’s body lurched forward and he cried out and gasped loudly in pain. ‘Don’t you call me by that name. I am the Master. I stopped being that person when you left me on Gallifrey, Doctor. YOU left ME behind when you stole that TARDIS on Gallifrey! And, as if to slap me in my face, it is the very same you have been traveling in for Centuries! What you have done to us is all your fault, Doctor! You made it so that we can never be together! You ran away from me like a coward, when I didn’t immediately fall at your feet, and go with you on a whim! How could I agree to your whims, and just turn my back on Gallifrey? I had responsibilities that I couldn’t just turn away from. But did you care about that? No, of course you didn’t! You just thought I would drop everything and run away with you! You didn’t even tell me that you were leaving! You just took Susan with you and then you were gone! I was devastated when I found out the next morning! But did you care? Oh no, it was all, I am the fucking Doctor, I don’t need you anymore, I’ve got this TARDIS. Well fuck you Doctor. Just fuck you, you sanctimonious bastard!!’
The Master hit the Doctor hard across the side of his face again, this time with his fist. He smiled at the lovely bruise that was beginning to form there. He loved to see the Doctor all bruised and battered, especially when it came from his own hands. He continued his angry tirade to his fellow Time Lord. ‘If you think I am going to believe all these lies you are spouting now from your stupid babbling gob, then you are wrong!! Aw, you want us to travel the stars together. You want us to visit new planets, and fucking mingle with the natives! What the fuck makes you think I want to travel with you, Doctor? Hmm? And what is wrong with my blond hair? I did this so that the stupid apes on this dustbowl of a planet wouldn’t recognize me! And, just so you know, I will not be taking you to a pleasure planet for sex. I will, however, take you to one of those planets that have nothing but torture. You will be my willing slave, and I will use all sorts of beautiful implements on you. Now, that sounds more like it. I can torture you for hours on end on the torture planet, Rellis III, perhaps? Now, that is my kind of planet.’ The Master moved his right hand down towards the Doctor’s groin and gripped his cock hard in his hand, making his fellow Time Lord howl from the pain. As he leaned forward with his face mere inches from his bound victim’s, he had that smug expression on his face again.
The Master removed his hand from the Doctor‘s cock, staring into his pained brown eyes. He knew that his words had rattled his fellow Time Lord, and he loved to see him trembling with fear. When he spoke again, it was soft and low, and more menacing than before. ‘I am going to enjoy torturing you here tonight, though, Doctor, and then I am going to enjoy fucking that gorgeous tight arse of yours, long and hard, just the way I know you like it. Just the way I did on the Valiant! Do you remember our lovely time on the Valiant, Doctor? Remember the times that I changed you back into your beautiful young body, and you begged me to fuck you, and I did, and you fucking enjoyed it? Just as you will tonight. I know you will. You are mine, Doctor; you belong to me, and I will make sure you remember that. Once I am finished with you, I will be taking your TARDIS, and leaving this stinking backwater of a planet, and I may even bring you with me, just so that I can have a toy to play with. So now, enough of this small talk, my dear, it’s time for me to start having some fun here. You just, well, you just stay right where you are. Oh, wait a minute, you can’t move, because I secured your wrists nice and tight to that steel bar above your head. I want you to see what I have found here in this disgusting hole of a place, Doctor. It really is quite beautiful.’
‘I don’t care what you do to me, Master. It doesn’t matter anymore. You can torture me and do whatever you want, it won’t matter to me. You can take me to that torture planet, and I still will not care; well, actually I would care about that, I’m not into torture, that is your kink, not mine. But, then again, you always do what you want anyway, don’t you, Master? Oh, and by the way, in case you forgot, I asked you to come with me when I left Gallifrey. I came to you the night before and I had told you of my plans. I wanted YOU to come with me, Kos--Master, but you, you told me you could not leave Gallifrey at that time, because you were not ready. I loved you, Master. I loved you with both my hearts, and I wanted you to be with me, for us to travel the stars together, but you turned me down. You were the one that broke us apart, not me. But, we can still do that now. You can just stop this. We can leave Earth, together, and be with each other again, start all over. Please, Master, please just stop and think. It would be my honour to travel with you. You could be beautiful. You are beautiful, Koschei, you always have been. I still love you now. I do, I really do. This Skeletor look you have now is quite a turn off. Although, I met this skeleton once in the 79th century. Nice bloke. You’d be surprised. Really liked a drink, though he didn’t have the stomach for it. But I can still love you like that, and I still would be with you. You are brilliant, and you are a genius, and really, what’s not to love?’ the Doctor said, as tears filled his eyes.
The Master turned back to face him, holding something that looked quite sinister in his hands. The thing looked as if it could cause all kinds of pain. As if it would rip his body to shreds with every blow, and it made the Doctor’s hearts race in his chest. He was suddenly very afraid at that moment. He was afraid of the way the Master was looking at him, quite threateningly, just like he did all those times on the Valiant.
The Master stared at the Doctor for a fleeting moment, his amber eyes filling with tears at hearing the Doctor‘s words; asking him to travel with him, saying how beautiful things could be with them again. But then he realised that the Doctor had blamed him for their break-up, for him not wanting to join him. So he quickly willed away those tears that were threatening to fall. He was the Master. He did not become all teary-eyed like the Doctor. He could not believe how his fellow Time Lord kept insulting him about the Skeletor thing, and quite frankly, that was getting on his last nerve. He would pay for those insults now, with some lovely torture. He was gritting his teeth, and he was angry again. He knew the Doctor could feel his anger radiating off his entire body, and his skull flashed through again. ‘It was not my fault that you left, Doctor! You told me that you didn’t want me with you, that our relationship was over! Ooh, why are we even going over this again? No more memory lane. And no more calling me Skeletor,; you will pay for that little insult, Doctor. Now, it is time for some delicious torture. Do you know what this lovely little implement is, Doctor?’
‘It looks like a tree branch, what with all those tiny little switches on the end of it. The bloody thing looks quite painful, actually. I can’t believe you found that inside this abandoned warehouse. I wonder if they used to make some sort of bondage implements and toys here? Anyway, Master, listen to me, please, you are not well now. Every time you use that energy inside your hands, it drains you. I can bring you to the TARDIS and hook you up to the sonic reducer, and she will help you complete the rest of your resurrection-Ow!!!’ the Doctor cried out when the Master growled angrily and hit him hard in the middle of his chest with the implement.
‘I told you to shut the fuck up, Doctor. I do not want to hear your stupid sanctimonious babbling!’ the Master exclaimed, as he hit the Doctor four more times on his chest, his stomach and across his cock. He laughed madly when the Doctor howled in pain with each blow from the implement, and he hit him again in the wound across his chest. ‘This is called a switch, my dear, and you are right, it is made out of the bark of a tree. And it most definitely will cause you all sorts of wonderful pain. As to why it was here in this warehouse is beyond me, but you can imagine my surprise when I found it. I just knew it would be perfect to use on you when I captured you, and just look at the delightful open welts it leaves on your gorgeous body. You are quite beautiful in this regeneration, my dear Doctor, really quite pretty in this body. You have only ever had one other pretty body, and that was in your Fifth regeneration, with your soft, fair hair, your blue eyes, and your soft pale skin. Mm, but this body is definitely just as pretty, if not more, only because you do suffer so much more pleasingly now. I love to hear you screaming in pain. So without further ado, I shall continue using this sweet little implement on your body! Skeletor indeed, we shall see how well you can take more of this pain, Doctor!’
The Doctor cried out again when the Master moved behind his bound body and smacked him on the back of his shoulders with the implement. He laughed madly when he heard the Doctor screaming in pain with each blow to his beautiful pale skin. He rained blow after blow down on the back of his fellow Time Lord’s body, his lower back, his arse, the backs of his knees and then he moved back to his arse again. The Doctor continued to scream and writhe in pain, and could not believe how powerful that small little implement definitely was. He knew it was also because the Master was well practiced at torture, and he knew exactly how to swing the implement to give the maximum amount of pain.
‘Master, please stop this, please, I’m begging you, you don’t have to do this, you can stop this now, please, do you hear me, I’m begging you! You know that I will always surrender to you. Yes, I belong to you, all right. I always have. Please just stop this now, please Master! We can turn this into something sweeter, and not have so much pain and anguish. Please, Master!’
The Master was laughing maniacally at hearing the Doctor’s pleading words, and was quite happy to see that he had tears falling down his pale cheek. He did not stop as he rained blows on the Doctor’s body with the switch, making sure each of the blows landed in all his most sensitive spots. He knew the Doctor’s body so well, and he knew that his fellow Time Lord secretly loved receiving this pain. He continued to taunt the Doctor, and laughed as he screamed and begged for him to stop, but he still continued to whip him with the switch for several minutes. Then he suddenly stopped and threw the implement to the dirty floor. He stood behind the Doctor and leaned in so he could whisper to him. ‘Oh, Doctor, how pretty you look with all these red welts all over your gorgeous body. I know they hurt. It’s so gratifying to hear you screaming in pain, begging me to stop. But now, I think it’s time for something much more enjoyable; fucking this gorgeous tight arse of yours. If I remember correctly from our times on the Valiant, you are so deliciously tight. Oh, but this time there will be no preparation, my dear. I want you to feel every little sensation as I take you, fuck this gorgeous arse of yours, and make you mine all over again.’
Before the Doctor could protest, he heard the Master unzipping his dusty black denims. He realised that he had taken out his cock, because in the next instant he felt his hands on his arse cheeks spreading them apart. His arse was stinging from the lashes of the switch the Master had used. He suddenly felt the head of the Master’s cock pressing up against his entrance. Without further preamble he shoved his cock hard inside his arse, making the Doctor howl in pain as his body shook from the sudden assault. ‘Ow! No, Master, please stop this, please!! It doesn’t have to be painful like this. We can make love the way we used to when we were Theta and Koschei. Remember those lovely times at the Academy, making love in the red grass beneath Mt. Perdition? Please, just stop this pain, it would feel so much better as pleasure. Please, Master, please stop.’
‘Oh, no, no, no, Doctor, this feels incredible. You ARE still so bloody tight. So pretty when you beg me too. Oh, I have missed this so much!’ the Master cried out, as he thrust his hard cock deep inside the Doctor’s arse. He wrapped his arms around his fellow Time Lord’s waist and held him hard, squeezing the air out of his lungs as he pumped his cock harder and faster inside him. He smiled and moaned when he felt the Doctor’s muscles relax as he grew accustomed to having him so deep inside him, and began taunting him again. ‘Oh, yes, Doctor, you like this, don’t you? Mm, yes, you live for your Master to fuck you this way. This feels good doesn’t it, Doctor? You love our rough sex!’
‘No, not like this. This is not what I like, Master. This is what you did to me on the Valiant, and I hated it. When we used to make love, that is what I enjoyed. I know that we can have that again. I want to have that again. If only you will listen to me. I came looking for you because I wanted you to be with me.---Ow! Why do you keep hurting me like that? Blimey, my cock is not a rag doll, you know? That bloody hurts!!’ The Doctor cried out when the Master moved his hand down to his cock and squeezed it hard, as he continued to push cock hard inside the Doctor’s arse.
‘Just shut up, Doctor! I don’t fucking care if it hurts! That’s what it’s supposed to do. If you can’t say anything worth hearing, then don’t say anything at all. The only things I want to hear out of that pretty mouth are your screams of pain; you sound so much better that way!’ the Master raged as he shoved his cock harder inside the Doctor’s deliciously tight, but not resisting, arse. He could feel that he was starting to break him, that he was going to surrender to him soon. He knew his fellow Time Lord so well, and he knew that this was what he loved. ‘Mm, yes, I can feel you starting to slip, my dear Doctor. You are enjoying this. You have to admit that you could never have a better lover than me. It’s truly spectacular to have my little fuck toy back again, my willing slave. Believe me Doctor, you and I have a lot of sweet catching up to do. Tell me you like this, Doctor, and I will stop hurting you. Tell me you want this, and the pain stops. Let me hear your pretty words pouring from that sweet mouth of yours. Tell. Me. I. Am. Your. Master.’
The Doctor closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he felt the Master’s cock pressing up against his prostate with every thrust. He had to admit that it did feel so good to have another Time Lord inside him again. It had been ages since he last saw the Master, and he had believed him to be dead. He was certain that he was gone once he’d burned his body after the fiasco on board the Valiant. But he should have known better, he should have realised that the Master could not stay dead; he never had even in their sordid past. But he was really starting to enjoy feeling his hard cock inside him again. It felt so beautiful, and so blissful.
The Master was watching the Doctor’s face closely, and he could see by the blissful look there that he would be breaking him any second. Any second now he would surrender to him. He began pushing his cock harder and faster inside the Doctor’s arse, and suddenly moved his hands to the sides of the Doctor’s temples.
The second the Master pressed his fingers to the Doctor’s skin on his temples their minds connected with a bright white spark, making them both gasp, as the Doctor’s body writhed in his bonds. He could feel the Master’s presence inside his mind, and it felt so wonderful to have him there again. He had not felt this for centuries. He knew that the Master was reading his mind now, but how their bond had reconnected he had no idea. He knew that he was in trouble now. He would not be able to hide anything from his fellow Time Lord now. He knew that his thoughts would betray him, and the Master would know that he was definitely enjoying this.
The Master entered the Doctor’s mind and almost lost his rhythm as his cock pounded harder and faster inside his willing arse. Ooh yes, he found what he was looking for, there it was, that little burst of pleasure radiating inside the Doctor’s mind. He had unlocked the door that he had kept hidden from him. He laughed wickedly as his thrusts became rougher, and he removed his hands from the Doctor’s temples. He no longer needed to keep them there, as he had used his strong telepathic ability to open their old bond and keep them linked. Besides, they were already connected in another way-a more pleasurable way-and now that he knew the Doctor was enjoying it, he had to taunt him more.
‘Oh, yes, my dear Doctor. I knew you were enjoying this. Oh, but you are really very naughty. You kept those thoughts locked away from me. Even on the Valiant I was never able to penetrate this deep into your mind, but not anymore. I have just initiated our old bond from the Academy days, and I can see inside your mind. You do enjoy when I do this to you. Oh, how pleasing that is! Now, all I need for you to say is that you are MINE, that you belong to me. Doctor, say it, just say it and your pain stops. Well, it will stop for now, but it will continue once we are back inside the TARDIS. Just say it, Doctor. I am your Master, and you will obey me!! You are mine, and you always will be. Just say it!!!’
The Doctor cried out when he felt a powerful telepathic surge of lust and pain suddenly taking over his mind. The Master had found the link into his mind, the door that he had kept locked for so many centuries. Now he would use it, and the Doctor would definitely be in a lot of trouble. He knew that he could no longer fight the onslaught of feelings and pleasure and pain he was experiencing, and he knew that he never wanted it to end. He didn’t care what he had to do; he needed the Master. The Doctor knew that he could not hold back any longer. As his body arched backwards, he pushed his arse hard against the Master’s punishing thrusts. His body was now trembling and was covered in a soft sheen of sweat. His muscles were tense all over, and his arms and shoulders ached from being in their bound position for so long.
He suddenly called out to the Master. His voice was hoarse and husky from all his previous shouting in pain, but now it was for a different reason. Now he was surrendering to his Master’s will for the last time. ‘Yes, Master, yes, I surrender to you! I am yours, you are my Master, and I will obey you! Please, just take me, I don’t care, I need you, so badly, Koschei, please, I am yours, oh, please Master, finish me off!’
‘Oh, yes, Doctor, you have done quite well. Now your Master will give you a lovely reward. You will be able to have your orgasm with me, my dear, and I promise you it will be the best one you have had in centuries-’ the Master laughed madly, as he thrust his cock harder and faster inside the Doctor’s arse. He was pleased with the Doctor’s total surrender, as his right hand snaked down his stomach towards his groin. He smiled again when he felt the Doctor’s cock was so hard against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began pumping it up and down, roughly flicking his wrist from left to right. His thumb moved slowly over the slit and he was rewarded with some of that sweet Time Lord honey pre-cum; the Doctor gasped as his body ached backward against the Master’s again. He pumped his cock hard in his hand, and rolled his hips as the head of his cock pressed against the Doctor’s prostate once, twice, three times.
‘Ooh, Master, please, don’t stop now, please, this feels so good, so, so good. Ooh, I’m yours, completely, I belong only to you, just please don’t stop now,’ the Doctor whispered heatedly. He moaned and whimpered as the Master pushed his cock in deeper, with slower, deliberate thrusts, and his hand pumped the Doctor’s cock to match those slow deep thrusts.
The Master moaned loudly as he leaned forward again, using his teeth to bite on his sexy earlobe, as he whispered heatedly in the Doctor’s ear. ‘Mm, yes, Doctor, you are mine, you belong only to me. That is right, oh, and this is so much better. I knew that you would surrender yourself to me. Your body and your mind. Oh yes, this is what you want, what you need. You need for your Master to take complete control of you, to make you feel good. Mm, I can feel your myriad of thoughts now. Our minds are linked through our newly formed bond. You. Feel. So. Good. Doctor. Ooh, so tight and now so willing to submit to your Master, ooh, yes, so very good. I’m so close now, Doctor, so close. I want us to have our orgasms together. Our bond will become stronger and I will make your orgasm very intense. You just have to surrender your mind completely to me now. Submit to your Master, my dear Doctor, and I will make you feel so magnificent.’
The Doctor moaned and whimpered around the Master’s deep, hard thrusts inside his tightly clenching arse. His strong hand pumped his cock slowly, milking every sensation he could out of his body. When he spoke again, his voice came out in a breathy whisper, as his hips pushed his cock up harder into the Master’s pumping hand. He pushed his arse back hard against this thrusts. ‘Ooh, yes, Master, please make me feel so good. I’m close too. You are so beautiful. You are my Master, I will submit everything to you; all that I am is yours, all that I need is you, I surrender my mind and my body to you, you are my Master and I will obey you.’
‘Ooh, Doctor, I love it when you say my name, and you surrendering to me pleases me so much. Now, come with me, Doctor, let yourself go and you will experience the most intense orgasm of all your lives,’ the Master breathed heavily. He pushed his cock harder and faster inside the Doctor’s tight, clenching arse, and his hand pumped his hard cock in time with his thrusts.
Their bodies were dancing against each other sensuously and they were gasping and panting. Their twin hearts were beating madly, the Master’s against the Doctor’s back, and the Doctor’s in his own chest. He pushed his arse back hard against his fellow Time Lord’s punishing thrusts while the Master’s hand pumped his cock faster, flicking his wrist hard to the right, and running his thumb over the tiny slit. More of his pre-cum poured out and the Master used it to slick up the shaft. Then he did something that took the Doctor by surprise; he sent the most intense feelings of lust and euphoria into his mind, using their newly formed bond.
‘Ooh, Master!‘ the Doctor cried out as his body bucked back against the Master’s thrusting cock. He thought he would lose consciousness from the extreme pleasure he was receiving from the Master now. His vision blurred and his mind reeled. He was suddenly so overwhelmed by the strong feelings he was experiencing.
The Master pushed the head of his cock hard against the Doctor’s prostate, once, twice, three times, and pumped his hand harder on that gorgeous cock. He sent a strong telepathic surge of lust and tripled its affects on his fellow Time Lord’s mind, and that did the trick nicely.
The Doctor cried out in ecstasy as he had the most intense orgasm he had every experienced, just as the Master promised he would. Volley after volley exploded from his cock, covering his stomach, chest and the Master’s hand. His mind was flooded with the most intense bright golden light. He felt the Master’s presence there in full force, as their telepathic bond became stronger. His body trembled against the Master’s, as he rode the crest of the telepathic energy coursing from the Master mind into his own. He suddenly clenched his arse hard around the Master’s thrusting cock. He knew he had taken the Master by surprise, as he sent his own intense telepathic energy of lust and euphoria racing back to the Doctor‘s mind.
The Master was enjoying the sensations he was sending to his Doctor-- all the telepathic energy of lust and euphoria-- so he was taken by surprise when he suddenly felt the same strong energy coursing back from the Doctor’s side of their newly formed bond. Then he felt his cock being clenched inside the Doctor’s tight arse, and he had his own intense orgasm. It filled the Doctor’s clenching arse. He wrapped his arms around the Doctor’s slim waist, gripping his body tightly as he too relished in the feelings of his own of the Doctor’s strong telepathic energy filling his mind. Having him in his mind had calmed the drumming. He felt pleased about that, but he would not let the Doctor know that just yet. He was still trying to keep him under his control. They stood there panting and in companionable silence, as the euphoria from their intense multiple orgasms subsided, and their twin hearts stopped beating madly.
The Doctor’s body sagged back against the Master’s, and he lay his head on his strong shoulder, as both their breathing came back under control again. He whimpered softly when he felt the Master’s cock slip out of his arse, and heard him stuffing his cock back inside his denims, zipping them up with a satisfied grunt.
The Master was the first to break the silence, as he chuckled wickedly and then placed a soft kiss against the back of the Doctor’s gorgeous long neck. He sniffed and licked the Doctor’s sweet skin, and murmured in the Doctor’s ear. ‘You are mine now, Doctor. You belong to me now. Mine.’
‘Yes, Master, I am yours, all yours, forever, always-‘ the Doctor whimpered and moaned when he felt the Master kissing, sniffing and licking the skin on the back of his neck. He knew that was a Time Lord erogenous zone, and he loved it.
The Master chuckled wickedly again, as he bit into the Doctor‘s neck, leaving behind a love bite that would show everyone that the Doctor belonged to him. When they were on the TARDIS, he would be sure to place another mark somewhere else on his body. He leaned in close to the Doctor’s ear again, and whispered softly to him. ‘Good, I’m pleased to hear you say that, my dear Doctor, and you cannot take that back. You and I are bonded again, so if you try to leave me I can kill you with strong jolts of telepathic and artron energy.’
The Doctor swallowed hard at that revelation, but shook his head in agreement. He knew that the Master was marking him with that love bite. Again, he did not mind at all. When he spoke, his voice sounded low and husky. ‘Oh, Master, I will not leave you again, I promise. I came here to find you, because I wanted us to be together, and now we can.’
The Master smiled fondly as he walked around to the front of the Doctor’s battered body, speaking softly to him. ‘Mm, yes, Doctor, so it would seem, my dear. But, now that we have established that you are mine, I will untie you, help you to dress and we will go back to the TARDIS. I believe you promised to help me with the rest of my resurrection. Well, you and the TARDIS. I hope she agrees, she will probably be shocking me after what I did to her in that joyous year that I ruled these disgusting apes on this dustbowl of a planet, Earth. And, also, I need your help with these blasted drums pounding inside my head, Doctor. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. It hurts, Doctor. That noise in my head, the drumming, it hurts. But, can you really help me to get rid of them now Doctor? I wonder what it would be like if I got rid of the drums now? I’ve had them all my life, I’m not so sure it would work if we got rid of them altogether. I don’t know if you can, Doctor. I just don’t know what I would be without that noise in my head. It’s a bit of a daunting idea. I just don’t think it‘s a good idea to get rid of them totally. Perhaps just quiet them down a bit.’
The Doctor sighed as he stared at the Master with a soft expression on his face, and smiled warmly at him. ‘I CAN help you, Master. I’m not sure what we can do about them. But, I’m certain the TARDIS will help me think of something. Perhaps you are right, perhaps they are too well engrained in your mind. Maybe we won’t be able to make them go away fully. But again, I will do all I can to help you, I promise. Don’t you worry about the TARDIS either- I have already spoken to her- I told her if I found you that you would need her help too. She argued at first, and sent sparks flying all over the console, burning my hands, but then she finally gave in and helped me to find you here.’
‘Right then, let’s get you down from here, and then we can go home, well, to your TARDIS, and get off this stinking rock of a planet. I can’t stand to be on this human dustbowl any longer,‘ the Master remarked. He reached up over the Doctor’s head, and quickly untied the ropes that were bound tightly around his wrists. They had left behind angry burns on the Doctor’s wrists, and he knew that he would have to fix them with the tissue regenerator inside the TARDIS. He had to catch the Doctor’s body in his arms when he released him from his bindings, and he did catch him before he hit the dirty, dusty floor. The Master had no choice but to lay the Doctor’s body inside his long brown coat while he quickly dressed him inside his brown pinstriped trousers, his dark blue t-shirt and his brown pinstriped jacket. The shirt he had worn was torn to shreds from the artron energy he had blasted him with, so he just threw that into one of the old metal drums as he helped his fellow Time Lord stumble back towards the TARDIS.
It took a while for them to walk through the dusty old warehouse, as the Doctor was still in pain from the Master whipping him with that switch. Every step he took, his clothes rubbed against the red welts on his skin. He was panting heavily and sweating profusely as he clung to the Master, making him stop for a moment so he could catch his breath. ‘Master, please stop, just stop. I can’t, I just can’t make it. I’m in too much pain.’
The Master growled angrily, wrapping his arms tighter around the Doctor’s waist, making him wince from the pain of his clothes rubbing against the red welts on his skin. He glared at the Doctor and moved them along the pathway, out of the warehouse and out into the open air again. He spoke sternly to him, flashing him a menacing stare. ‘Nonsense, Doctor. You can make it. We have to get to the TARDIS! I want off this dustbowl of a planet, and I need to get you to the medical bay, so that I can fix you up again. Come on now, just hold on tightly to me. Stop whinging and get moving now, Doctor. There is no way I am going to carry your sorry arse back to the TARDIS! Now get moving!!’
The Doctor grunted and wrapped his own arms around the Master’s shoulders, doing his best to keep moving, as again every step he took hurt him terribly. His shoulders and arms still ached from being in that bound position for so long, and the burn on his chest where the Master blasted him was throbbing painfully. However, he didn’t want to anger the Master, as he was behaving quite nicely now, so he shuffled as quickly as he could along the pathway that would lead to the small clearing where he had landed the TARDIS.
When they reached the time ship twenty minutes later, the Doctor could feel her inside his mind. She was shocked at first to see the Master there with him. Then she realised that the Doctor was in pain, as she scanned him for his injuries, incensed to see that he had been whipped all over his body, and he had a nasty burn mark in the middle of his chest. She sent the Master a strong surge of painful telepathic energy, making him cry out. As he let go of the Doctor, the two of them fell to the floor. He clutched at the lapels of the Doctor’s pinstriped jacket. His eyes were shut tightly to block out the blinding pain he was experiencing from the TARDIS. ‘Doctor, she is hurting me, please tell her to stop. Tell her I’m here to be with you again, please! Oh, you old bucket of bolts, stop hurting me! Do you hear me?!! If you don’t stop, I will make sure that I fucking take you apart telepathic circuit by telepathic circuit. Then I will put you back together to the way I want you to be! You know I can do that! I’ve done it before, I’ve still got the means to do it, if I wanted to. I’m not going to hurt him anymore, you stupid bucket of bolts!! I am the Master, I am a Time Lord, just like the Doctor! I just want off this fucking dustbowl of a planet now!’
The Doctor wrapped his arms protectively around the Master‘s body, trying to comfort him. He knew that his threatening words meant nothing. He was just trying to keep up his strong bravado. He would never hurt the TARDIS. This was just his way of bartering with her. They both knew that deep inside her telepathic circuits and her sentient mind, that she was still a little frightened of the Master. He stared up at his ship, begging for her to stop her assault. ‘Please listen to me, old girl, you have to stop hurting him now. He is not going to harm either of us; he needs our help! Please, I have already told you of my plans, and you promised to help. Please, stop this telepathic surge on his mind. He does not mean the things he is saying to you, he is just angry that you are hurting him. He is not strong enough to take it. Please, old girl! And, besides, you know he means well, this is just who he is; he can’t help being like this.’
No, Doctor, he has hurt you terribly, I can see it. I can feel your pain. I do not want that monster inside my depths again, so you will have to leave him here, he is nothing but a menace! The TARDIS sent the Master another strong surge of telepathic pain inside his mind, and he cried out, clinging to the Doctor for comfort, as his body trembled against his.
The Master cried out again, begging the Doctor to help him, to make the TARDIS stop hurting him. ‘Oh, for Rassilon sake, just bloody stop this nonsense right now! Do you hear me, you stupid old time ship, you rusty, rickety bucket of bolts! Look, I am not going to hurt you, all right? I am not going to hurt the Doctor. Well, not much, anyway. Because we all know that the Doctor loves it when I give him that much needed pain. He always has, even when we were on Gallifrey. Theta always begged Koschei to give him the pain with the pleasure. I don‘t care what the Doctor said to me before. I‘ve been inside his mind, we are linked with a bond now. Did you know that?! He can‘t hide his true thoughts from me now, and you know we are linked, you stupid git! I know you can feel that bond. Just fucking stop this nonsense now, I want off this planet, and you are my ticket out of here!’
The Master shook his head, holding it in his hands, as he sighed in exasperation and spoke in a sarcastic tone of voice. ‘Look, I apologize, all right?! Is that what you want to hear, you stupid old Gallifreyan git? I‘m sorry! just stop this now!! I am the Master, and you will obey me!! It’s bad enough I’ve got the drums inside my head, pounding away, now I’ve also got you in there. Doctor, please try to reason with her, my bloody head is going to explode from all this telepathic energy!’
The TARDIS listened to the Master’s grudging and sarcastic words of apology to her. All that name calling, that was so typical of him. Should she trust him again? She wasn’t totally convinced by his apology. He still continued with the angry name calling. But as he went on with his tirade, she was starting to relent. She realised that this was the only way the Master could apologize. This was who he was. This was his true self, and who was she to begrudge him that? She finally realised that he was trying to make amends for what he had done, so she suddenly ceased her attack on him.
The Master groaned miserably when he finally felt the old time ship’s telepathic energy slowly subside. He continued to cling to the Doctor, breathing heavily, as he waited for his hearts to stop hammering in his chest.
The Doctor kissed the top of the Master’s blond-haired head, rocking his body in his arms, and sending him warm and comforting feelings coursing through their bond, as he whispered softly to him. ‘Ooh, Master, I am so sorry- I really am, but she has relented now. She will not hurt you again. She was just getting her own back from what you did to her. She is happy that we are bonded again, and we both believe you when you say that you will not hurt me, well, not too much. So for now she is contented. Come on now, it is quite safe to enter, and we both need to have a shower, and get some sleep. I don’t know about you, but I’m bloody knackered after your unrelenting torture with that switch on my body.’
The Master sighed with relief at hearing the Doctor’s words about the TARDIS trusting him again. He was pleased that they were going to be traveling together inside the old Time Ship. He chuckled wickedly, as the Doctor helped him to stand up. He smiled as he watched him reach inside the pocket of his dusty brown pinstriped trousers for the key. When he spoke his voice sounded husky and pained, but he was slowly regaining his composure and strength again, as he teased his fellow Time Lord. ‘Mm, that sounds just fine, Doctor. Aw, did I hurt you with that horrible switch? Tough. I know that you enjoyed every second of our that pain and the rough sex. I promise to give you more once we are settled inside the TARDIS, my dear. It was always so easy for me to torture you, and then fuck you into oblivion. You are quite delicious when you are screaming in pain, and screaming out my name.’
‘Yep, that’s right, Master.’ The Doctor popped the “p” at the end of the first word. He ran his long, thin fingers nervously through his hair when the Master kept mentioning the torture sessions. He blanched visibly, and shook his head in exasperation. ‘But I’m really not too keen on the pain thing. I really don’t know why you think that I am. I can’t stand it.’ the Doctor replied. ‘You always could fuck me into oblivion, even when we were lads. You were always so much stronger telepathically, so that never changes, eh? Come on now, let’s get inside the TARDIS and then go to our bedroom and get ourselves all cleaned and go to bed. Our new life begins tomorrow, just two Time Lords traveling the Universe, together again-’ the Doctor remarked, smiling warmly at the Master. He unlocked the door, and then motioned for the Master to enter the time ship.
‘Hmm, yes, well, there is that, my dear Doctor. I’m just happy to be inside a TARDIS again, and I think she is taking a liking to me this time-’ The Master bowed his head to the Doctor and walked inside the ship, smiling when she suddenly sent him a warm surge of telepathic energy to calm his aching head.
‘Oh, yes, she absolutely is, Master. She realises that we are bonded again, and have admitted our love for each other. Come on now, let’s retire to my, well, our bedroom. We need to have a nice hot shower, and get ourselves all cleaned up-’ The Doctor chuckled softly and removed his long, brown coat, throwing it over one of the coral struts. He knew that the three of them were going to have a brilliant time traveling together, and he would make sure to bring the Master to the most wondrous of planets and stars. He may even relent to let him take them to that torture planet, Rellis III, just to keep him happy for a while.
‘Mm, yes, that the first thing we need to do, Doctor, but I also need to get you all fixed up. We will need to stop by the medical bay so I can get the tissue regenerator. I need to close up those welts on your skin, and fix up that burn on your chest. I think that will also put me back into the good graces of your precious ship. I still expect to receive some sort of retaliation from her, not that I will not try to get my own back. Now, shall we make our way out of the console room, my dear?’ the Master remarked. He surprised the Doctor by grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the console room, the two of them meandering down the corridor towards the medical bay first, and then making their way to their bedroom.
Once the TARDIS was sure her two Time Lords were safe inside her depths, she quickly dematerialized from the planet Earth, sending them into the Vortex. They both sighed happily as they felt the ship finally leaving the Earth’s atmosphere, entering the Time Vortex. The Master was quite ecstatic again. He was inside a TARDIS, and he would be able to choose their destinations. And, he knew that he had read the Doctor’s mind before when he agreed that going to Rellis III would keep him happy. He had that lovely time to look forward to with the Doctor.
The Doctor was happy to have the Master with him, as a companion, and yes, a lover again, after so many wasted centuries. He would make sure that he kept them together from now on, and the TARDIS would help him keep the Master out of trouble, as she and her Doctor would help to make the Master better.
From: silvermoon07
Title: Mine
Characters and/or Pairings: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rough kissing, Whipping, Torture, Non-Con-Dub-Con, D/s, Explicit Sex, Time Lord telepathic mind play, fluff, slash
Summary: Ten & the Master meet up at that old dusty warehouse on Earth, the Master having just been resurrected into his blond-haired body, dressed in Earth tramp clothes- his moth eaten black hoodie, that red shirt, those tight black denims, and those dusty black work boots. There in the dust and grime of that abandoned warehouse, two enemies meet. The Master zaps Ten with that live Artron Energy, and all goes black after that for Ten; the Master turns their meeting into something more enjoyable for himself. Later, Ten asks the Master to join him on the TARDIS, the answer he receives surprises him.
Notes: Slight Spoilers for the End of Time- Part 1. This story will be totally AU now, Ten will not regenerate here, and the Master joins Ten in the TARDIS to travel with him.
Word Count: 9,750
The Doctor arrived in that dusty old abandoned warehouse, on the docks of London, certain that he would meet the Master there. He could feel it; his strong Time Lord sense was telling him that he would. He could also smell that his fellow Time Lord was close by, and he had to admit to himself that he smelled so good, the sweet honey scent of another Time Lord. As he walked further along the dusty floor in the open-air warehouse, he heard footsteps and harsh breathing coming from further along the path. He sniffed the air again, and smiled smugly. Oh yes, the Master was there. He knew that scent anywhere. He turned a blind corner, making his way around a large batch of disused wooden boxes and metal dustbins.
Sure enough, the Doctor turned the corner and walked through the high piles of boxes, and there was the Master, standing on a large mound of dirt and dust. All around them were large wooden boxes and metal pipes and wires sticking out of the dirt floor, remnants of the fact that this warehouse had been abandoned ages ago.
The Master turned around towards the Doctor, and had an arrogant expression on his face. He stalked towards him as gracefully as a feline. He could smell the Doctor all the way across the old warehouse. He had to admit he smelled quite good, but he could also read his myriad of thoughts, and he was curious as to how and why he was there now. Well, he would certainly find out very soon. He began his delicious attack on his old friend, using his newly acquired artron energy that was racing through his body.
The Doctor turned his face to a steel mask as he slowly walked towards his fellow Time Lord, his arms at his side. When they were about twenty or so feet apart from each other, the Doctor watched as the Master raised his right arm and shot a bolt of bright white artron energy from his hand. It flew towards him, barely missing him as it struck a pile of boxes to his left. The Doctor didn’t flinch, but he was a little worried what his fellow Time Lord had in mind next. Would he hit him with that energy, and would it kill him? Would this be how it ended between them? By the Master killing him?
The Master smirked at him again. He was enjoying the fearful thoughts that were coursing through the Doctor’s mind now. It really made him feel quite powerful, knowing that the Doctor was afraid of him hurting him. That was just how he wanted his Doctor to think. Yes, he wanted him to think that he was going to kill him. This time he raised his left arm and the artron energy flew out of his hand, barely missing the Doctor as it struck another pile of disused boxes to his right.
The Doctor was feeling all this pent up pain and anguish at seeing his old Enemy here again. He wished that he would stop this physical attack and just come away with him. After all this time, after all the times they had faced off against each other, how had it come to this? His mind was filled with images of all their past meetings in all their different regenerations and the Master‘s stolen bodies, and each time he had thwarted the Master’s diabolical plans to take over and rule the Earth. He wondered why he was here even now. Just why was he back on earth, and how had he managed to come back to life? He would make it a point to ask him. That was if he got the chance to. Because right at that moment, he was hit in the middle of his chest by a very painful blast of double artron energy from the Master’s hands. He gasped and groaned and did his best to remain standing, but the pain was too much. He grunted when the Master stopped the blast of energy to his chest, and he quickly fell to his knees towards the dusty, dirty floor.
The Master watched as the Doctor fell to his knees, grunting and groaning in pain, and rushed towards him, catching him between his chest before he fell to the dirty floor. He wanted to make sure the Doctor’s hearts were still beating, and when he was satisfied that they were, he stared into the Doctor’s pained brown eyes with his angry amber eyes. He scowled at him. He hated himself for showing the Doctor this vulnerability, not wanting him to think that he cared a jot that he had hurt him. He pushed the Doctor away from him, and before he could fall to the floor, he punched him hard in his face with the fist of his right hand. This time the Doctor did fall to the floor. With a hard thud, he fell backwards, sprawled into the dirt and dusty grime. The Master stood over him, and glared down at him. The last thing the Doctor remembered before he lost consciousness was feeling the Master’s boot kick him in the right side of his body.
The Doctor awoke a half an hour later, and the first thing he noticed was that he was in a lot of pain. The strikes he took in his chest from the Master’s blast of artron energy were making his hearts feel as if they were on fire. He knew that his skin had to have been a little burned from that. The second thing he noticed was that he was naked and his arms were tied-quite securely over his head-with a rough course rope-to a steel pipe that was hanging down from the open metal work roof of the old abandoned warehouse. Apparently the Master had been quite busy after he had lost consciousness. He could see, in the dim light of the moon shining down through the open roof, that the Master was standing across from him staring at him with that haughty expression on his lightly bearded face.
The Master had been watching the Doctor, waiting for him to wake up from his lovely little nap. When he saw him stirring in his bonds, he stalked towards him with that slow feline grace. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of the Doctor. He reached his right hand towards the Doctor’s face, his fingertips caressing his bruised jaw where he hit him before. ‘Well, Doctor, so we meet again, only this time I have the upper hand over you.’
The Doctor gasped as the Master moved in close to his face, and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, and then quickly stepped back waiting for his reply. The Doctor was still feeling a lot of pain in his chest, and he knew that it would hurt quite a lot to speak, so when he finally did, his voice sounded raspy and thick. ‘So it would seem, Master. Why don’t you release me from my bonds and then we can go to my TARDIS. We can talk, well, we can try anyway. I know how you hate to hear me babbling away, but I really want to know how you survived and came back to life. I mean, your skull is lighting up as it if were bonfire night. You look like bloody Skeletor! Seriously, do you think that looks good on you, because believe me, Master, it does not. It is not a very attractive trait to have. And I can help you get rid of that. I know that your resurrection went wrong. I can fix that, the TARDIS can help--’
‘No, Doctor, not again!!’ the Master cut across the Doctor’s words. This time he hit him hard across the right side of his face, with his open palm, glaring at him as his amber eyes glowed a bright angry gold. His skull blinked in and out in stark relief. The Doctor grunted as he felt his lip burst open, and blood ran down his chin, but the Master grabbed his chin and turned his face towards him, as he continued his angry tirade. ‘I do not want to hear any of your stupid and boring sanctimonious nonsense this time! I do not need your bloody help. You came to look for me. You found me earlier today, and offered it then. I didn‘t want it, and I still don’t want it. I knew, I just knew you couldn’t help yourself. You had to come to see me tonight! I was counting on that, my dear. I was planning on this little meeting, you see; waiting, knowing, feeling your sadness at seeing me all broken up and, as you say, looking like Skeletor. Well, tough. I do not care how you feel, Doctor. I planned all of this, and I defeated you, again. That is why I made you come here, to this place, and that is why you are tied up here, where none of your stupid human apes will find you or come to your rescue. Tonight I am going to have so much fun with you, you see. You are mine, and you are going to suffer at my hands. I have found a lot of lovely and quite useful implements that have been discarded here inside this dusty old abandoned warehouse. I will be using them on you during our little torture session. Ooh, Doctor, it has been so long since we shared one of those. The last time was on the Valiant, mm, and how delicious that was. What have you to say for yourself, my dear? Hmm, what do you think of my lovely idea?’
The Doctor stared at the Master in horror. He swallowed audibly and the Master stared lustfully as his gorgeous adams apple bobbed up and down. He breathed deeply, trying to mask the pain he was in, but he couldn’t hide the small whimper that escaped from his lips when he spoke again. ‘Ooh, please, Master. I am in enough pain now from that dreadful blast of artron energy you used on me before, and then you bloody hit me on my face, hard-- you actually hit me and knocked me out! I would never do that to you, ever. Look, let’s just go to my TARDIS, we can talk there. I can take away the pain you are obviously feeling. I want to help you. I want you to feel better, and get back to your normal self, so that you and I can fight across the stars again. The TARDIS, she can help you complete your resurrection. I can help you with the rest. Please, just listen to me this time. You will not be my prisoner; you will have free reign. Well, to a point. I don’t want you taking over the TARDIS like you did the last time; she is still angry at you for that. I am not too happy about it either, turning her into that Paradox Machine. I will ask her not to give you shocks, and you can even choose our destinations. We can go all over the Universe, seeing new planets. Meeting new species. We can even drop in on a pleasure planet, if you wish, where you can get some pampering, perhaps even get a makeover, get rid of that awful bleached blond hair. I will even let you fly her sometimes, so please, Koschei--Ow!!’
‘No, do not call me that! Shut the fuck up, Doctor!!’ the Master cut across the Doctor’s speech, as he pressed his open palms over the wound on his chest and let another small amount of the artron energy escape from them. He only stopped when the Doctor’s body lurched forward and he cried out and gasped loudly in pain. ‘Don’t you call me by that name. I am the Master. I stopped being that person when you left me on Gallifrey, Doctor. YOU left ME behind when you stole that TARDIS on Gallifrey! And, as if to slap me in my face, it is the very same you have been traveling in for Centuries! What you have done to us is all your fault, Doctor! You made it so that we can never be together! You ran away from me like a coward, when I didn’t immediately fall at your feet, and go with you on a whim! How could I agree to your whims, and just turn my back on Gallifrey? I had responsibilities that I couldn’t just turn away from. But did you care about that? No, of course you didn’t! You just thought I would drop everything and run away with you! You didn’t even tell me that you were leaving! You just took Susan with you and then you were gone! I was devastated when I found out the next morning! But did you care? Oh no, it was all, I am the fucking Doctor, I don’t need you anymore, I’ve got this TARDIS. Well fuck you Doctor. Just fuck you, you sanctimonious bastard!!’
The Master hit the Doctor hard across the side of his face again, this time with his fist. He smiled at the lovely bruise that was beginning to form there. He loved to see the Doctor all bruised and battered, especially when it came from his own hands. He continued his angry tirade to his fellow Time Lord. ‘If you think I am going to believe all these lies you are spouting now from your stupid babbling gob, then you are wrong!! Aw, you want us to travel the stars together. You want us to visit new planets, and fucking mingle with the natives! What the fuck makes you think I want to travel with you, Doctor? Hmm? And what is wrong with my blond hair? I did this so that the stupid apes on this dustbowl of a planet wouldn’t recognize me! And, just so you know, I will not be taking you to a pleasure planet for sex. I will, however, take you to one of those planets that have nothing but torture. You will be my willing slave, and I will use all sorts of beautiful implements on you. Now, that sounds more like it. I can torture you for hours on end on the torture planet, Rellis III, perhaps? Now, that is my kind of planet.’ The Master moved his right hand down towards the Doctor’s groin and gripped his cock hard in his hand, making his fellow Time Lord howl from the pain. As he leaned forward with his face mere inches from his bound victim’s, he had that smug expression on his face again.
The Master removed his hand from the Doctor‘s cock, staring into his pained brown eyes. He knew that his words had rattled his fellow Time Lord, and he loved to see him trembling with fear. When he spoke again, it was soft and low, and more menacing than before. ‘I am going to enjoy torturing you here tonight, though, Doctor, and then I am going to enjoy fucking that gorgeous tight arse of yours, long and hard, just the way I know you like it. Just the way I did on the Valiant! Do you remember our lovely time on the Valiant, Doctor? Remember the times that I changed you back into your beautiful young body, and you begged me to fuck you, and I did, and you fucking enjoyed it? Just as you will tonight. I know you will. You are mine, Doctor; you belong to me, and I will make sure you remember that. Once I am finished with you, I will be taking your TARDIS, and leaving this stinking backwater of a planet, and I may even bring you with me, just so that I can have a toy to play with. So now, enough of this small talk, my dear, it’s time for me to start having some fun here. You just, well, you just stay right where you are. Oh, wait a minute, you can’t move, because I secured your wrists nice and tight to that steel bar above your head. I want you to see what I have found here in this disgusting hole of a place, Doctor. It really is quite beautiful.’
‘I don’t care what you do to me, Master. It doesn’t matter anymore. You can torture me and do whatever you want, it won’t matter to me. You can take me to that torture planet, and I still will not care; well, actually I would care about that, I’m not into torture, that is your kink, not mine. But, then again, you always do what you want anyway, don’t you, Master? Oh, and by the way, in case you forgot, I asked you to come with me when I left Gallifrey. I came to you the night before and I had told you of my plans. I wanted YOU to come with me, Kos--Master, but you, you told me you could not leave Gallifrey at that time, because you were not ready. I loved you, Master. I loved you with both my hearts, and I wanted you to be with me, for us to travel the stars together, but you turned me down. You were the one that broke us apart, not me. But, we can still do that now. You can just stop this. We can leave Earth, together, and be with each other again, start all over. Please, Master, please just stop and think. It would be my honour to travel with you. You could be beautiful. You are beautiful, Koschei, you always have been. I still love you now. I do, I really do. This Skeletor look you have now is quite a turn off. Although, I met this skeleton once in the 79th century. Nice bloke. You’d be surprised. Really liked a drink, though he didn’t have the stomach for it. But I can still love you like that, and I still would be with you. You are brilliant, and you are a genius, and really, what’s not to love?’ the Doctor said, as tears filled his eyes.
The Master turned back to face him, holding something that looked quite sinister in his hands. The thing looked as if it could cause all kinds of pain. As if it would rip his body to shreds with every blow, and it made the Doctor’s hearts race in his chest. He was suddenly very afraid at that moment. He was afraid of the way the Master was looking at him, quite threateningly, just like he did all those times on the Valiant.
The Master stared at the Doctor for a fleeting moment, his amber eyes filling with tears at hearing the Doctor‘s words; asking him to travel with him, saying how beautiful things could be with them again. But then he realised that the Doctor had blamed him for their break-up, for him not wanting to join him. So he quickly willed away those tears that were threatening to fall. He was the Master. He did not become all teary-eyed like the Doctor. He could not believe how his fellow Time Lord kept insulting him about the Skeletor thing, and quite frankly, that was getting on his last nerve. He would pay for those insults now, with some lovely torture. He was gritting his teeth, and he was angry again. He knew the Doctor could feel his anger radiating off his entire body, and his skull flashed through again. ‘It was not my fault that you left, Doctor! You told me that you didn’t want me with you, that our relationship was over! Ooh, why are we even going over this again? No more memory lane. And no more calling me Skeletor,; you will pay for that little insult, Doctor. Now, it is time for some delicious torture. Do you know what this lovely little implement is, Doctor?’
‘It looks like a tree branch, what with all those tiny little switches on the end of it. The bloody thing looks quite painful, actually. I can’t believe you found that inside this abandoned warehouse. I wonder if they used to make some sort of bondage implements and toys here? Anyway, Master, listen to me, please, you are not well now. Every time you use that energy inside your hands, it drains you. I can bring you to the TARDIS and hook you up to the sonic reducer, and she will help you complete the rest of your resurrection-Ow!!!’ the Doctor cried out when the Master growled angrily and hit him hard in the middle of his chest with the implement.
‘I told you to shut the fuck up, Doctor. I do not want to hear your stupid sanctimonious babbling!’ the Master exclaimed, as he hit the Doctor four more times on his chest, his stomach and across his cock. He laughed madly when the Doctor howled in pain with each blow from the implement, and he hit him again in the wound across his chest. ‘This is called a switch, my dear, and you are right, it is made out of the bark of a tree. And it most definitely will cause you all sorts of wonderful pain. As to why it was here in this warehouse is beyond me, but you can imagine my surprise when I found it. I just knew it would be perfect to use on you when I captured you, and just look at the delightful open welts it leaves on your gorgeous body. You are quite beautiful in this regeneration, my dear Doctor, really quite pretty in this body. You have only ever had one other pretty body, and that was in your Fifth regeneration, with your soft, fair hair, your blue eyes, and your soft pale skin. Mm, but this body is definitely just as pretty, if not more, only because you do suffer so much more pleasingly now. I love to hear you screaming in pain. So without further ado, I shall continue using this sweet little implement on your body! Skeletor indeed, we shall see how well you can take more of this pain, Doctor!’
The Doctor cried out again when the Master moved behind his bound body and smacked him on the back of his shoulders with the implement. He laughed madly when he heard the Doctor screaming in pain with each blow to his beautiful pale skin. He rained blow after blow down on the back of his fellow Time Lord’s body, his lower back, his arse, the backs of his knees and then he moved back to his arse again. The Doctor continued to scream and writhe in pain, and could not believe how powerful that small little implement definitely was. He knew it was also because the Master was well practiced at torture, and he knew exactly how to swing the implement to give the maximum amount of pain.
‘Master, please stop this, please, I’m begging you, you don’t have to do this, you can stop this now, please, do you hear me, I’m begging you! You know that I will always surrender to you. Yes, I belong to you, all right. I always have. Please just stop this now, please Master! We can turn this into something sweeter, and not have so much pain and anguish. Please, Master!’
The Master was laughing maniacally at hearing the Doctor’s pleading words, and was quite happy to see that he had tears falling down his pale cheek. He did not stop as he rained blows on the Doctor’s body with the switch, making sure each of the blows landed in all his most sensitive spots. He knew the Doctor’s body so well, and he knew that his fellow Time Lord secretly loved receiving this pain. He continued to taunt the Doctor, and laughed as he screamed and begged for him to stop, but he still continued to whip him with the switch for several minutes. Then he suddenly stopped and threw the implement to the dirty floor. He stood behind the Doctor and leaned in so he could whisper to him. ‘Oh, Doctor, how pretty you look with all these red welts all over your gorgeous body. I know they hurt. It’s so gratifying to hear you screaming in pain, begging me to stop. But now, I think it’s time for something much more enjoyable; fucking this gorgeous tight arse of yours. If I remember correctly from our times on the Valiant, you are so deliciously tight. Oh, but this time there will be no preparation, my dear. I want you to feel every little sensation as I take you, fuck this gorgeous arse of yours, and make you mine all over again.’
Before the Doctor could protest, he heard the Master unzipping his dusty black denims. He realised that he had taken out his cock, because in the next instant he felt his hands on his arse cheeks spreading them apart. His arse was stinging from the lashes of the switch the Master had used. He suddenly felt the head of the Master’s cock pressing up against his entrance. Without further preamble he shoved his cock hard inside his arse, making the Doctor howl in pain as his body shook from the sudden assault. ‘Ow! No, Master, please stop this, please!! It doesn’t have to be painful like this. We can make love the way we used to when we were Theta and Koschei. Remember those lovely times at the Academy, making love in the red grass beneath Mt. Perdition? Please, just stop this pain, it would feel so much better as pleasure. Please, Master, please stop.’
‘Oh, no, no, no, Doctor, this feels incredible. You ARE still so bloody tight. So pretty when you beg me too. Oh, I have missed this so much!’ the Master cried out, as he thrust his hard cock deep inside the Doctor’s arse. He wrapped his arms around his fellow Time Lord’s waist and held him hard, squeezing the air out of his lungs as he pumped his cock harder and faster inside him. He smiled and moaned when he felt the Doctor’s muscles relax as he grew accustomed to having him so deep inside him, and began taunting him again. ‘Oh, yes, Doctor, you like this, don’t you? Mm, yes, you live for your Master to fuck you this way. This feels good doesn’t it, Doctor? You love our rough sex!’
‘No, not like this. This is not what I like, Master. This is what you did to me on the Valiant, and I hated it. When we used to make love, that is what I enjoyed. I know that we can have that again. I want to have that again. If only you will listen to me. I came looking for you because I wanted you to be with me.---Ow! Why do you keep hurting me like that? Blimey, my cock is not a rag doll, you know? That bloody hurts!!’ The Doctor cried out when the Master moved his hand down to his cock and squeezed it hard, as he continued to push cock hard inside the Doctor’s arse.
‘Just shut up, Doctor! I don’t fucking care if it hurts! That’s what it’s supposed to do. If you can’t say anything worth hearing, then don’t say anything at all. The only things I want to hear out of that pretty mouth are your screams of pain; you sound so much better that way!’ the Master raged as he shoved his cock harder inside the Doctor’s deliciously tight, but not resisting, arse. He could feel that he was starting to break him, that he was going to surrender to him soon. He knew his fellow Time Lord so well, and he knew that this was what he loved. ‘Mm, yes, I can feel you starting to slip, my dear Doctor. You are enjoying this. You have to admit that you could never have a better lover than me. It’s truly spectacular to have my little fuck toy back again, my willing slave. Believe me Doctor, you and I have a lot of sweet catching up to do. Tell me you like this, Doctor, and I will stop hurting you. Tell me you want this, and the pain stops. Let me hear your pretty words pouring from that sweet mouth of yours. Tell. Me. I. Am. Your. Master.’
The Doctor closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he felt the Master’s cock pressing up against his prostate with every thrust. He had to admit that it did feel so good to have another Time Lord inside him again. It had been ages since he last saw the Master, and he had believed him to be dead. He was certain that he was gone once he’d burned his body after the fiasco on board the Valiant. But he should have known better, he should have realised that the Master could not stay dead; he never had even in their sordid past. But he was really starting to enjoy feeling his hard cock inside him again. It felt so beautiful, and so blissful.
The Master was watching the Doctor’s face closely, and he could see by the blissful look there that he would be breaking him any second. Any second now he would surrender to him. He began pushing his cock harder and faster inside the Doctor’s arse, and suddenly moved his hands to the sides of the Doctor’s temples.
The second the Master pressed his fingers to the Doctor’s skin on his temples their minds connected with a bright white spark, making them both gasp, as the Doctor’s body writhed in his bonds. He could feel the Master’s presence inside his mind, and it felt so wonderful to have him there again. He had not felt this for centuries. He knew that the Master was reading his mind now, but how their bond had reconnected he had no idea. He knew that he was in trouble now. He would not be able to hide anything from his fellow Time Lord now. He knew that his thoughts would betray him, and the Master would know that he was definitely enjoying this.
The Master entered the Doctor’s mind and almost lost his rhythm as his cock pounded harder and faster inside his willing arse. Ooh yes, he found what he was looking for, there it was, that little burst of pleasure radiating inside the Doctor’s mind. He had unlocked the door that he had kept hidden from him. He laughed wickedly as his thrusts became rougher, and he removed his hands from the Doctor’s temples. He no longer needed to keep them there, as he had used his strong telepathic ability to open their old bond and keep them linked. Besides, they were already connected in another way-a more pleasurable way-and now that he knew the Doctor was enjoying it, he had to taunt him more.
‘Oh, yes, my dear Doctor. I knew you were enjoying this. Oh, but you are really very naughty. You kept those thoughts locked away from me. Even on the Valiant I was never able to penetrate this deep into your mind, but not anymore. I have just initiated our old bond from the Academy days, and I can see inside your mind. You do enjoy when I do this to you. Oh, how pleasing that is! Now, all I need for you to say is that you are MINE, that you belong to me. Doctor, say it, just say it and your pain stops. Well, it will stop for now, but it will continue once we are back inside the TARDIS. Just say it, Doctor. I am your Master, and you will obey me!! You are mine, and you always will be. Just say it!!!’
The Doctor cried out when he felt a powerful telepathic surge of lust and pain suddenly taking over his mind. The Master had found the link into his mind, the door that he had kept locked for so many centuries. Now he would use it, and the Doctor would definitely be in a lot of trouble. He knew that he could no longer fight the onslaught of feelings and pleasure and pain he was experiencing, and he knew that he never wanted it to end. He didn’t care what he had to do; he needed the Master. The Doctor knew that he could not hold back any longer. As his body arched backwards, he pushed his arse hard against the Master’s punishing thrusts. His body was now trembling and was covered in a soft sheen of sweat. His muscles were tense all over, and his arms and shoulders ached from being in their bound position for so long.
He suddenly called out to the Master. His voice was hoarse and husky from all his previous shouting in pain, but now it was for a different reason. Now he was surrendering to his Master’s will for the last time. ‘Yes, Master, yes, I surrender to you! I am yours, you are my Master, and I will obey you! Please, just take me, I don’t care, I need you, so badly, Koschei, please, I am yours, oh, please Master, finish me off!’
‘Oh, yes, Doctor, you have done quite well. Now your Master will give you a lovely reward. You will be able to have your orgasm with me, my dear, and I promise you it will be the best one you have had in centuries-’ the Master laughed madly, as he thrust his cock harder and faster inside the Doctor’s arse. He was pleased with the Doctor’s total surrender, as his right hand snaked down his stomach towards his groin. He smiled again when he felt the Doctor’s cock was so hard against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began pumping it up and down, roughly flicking his wrist from left to right. His thumb moved slowly over the slit and he was rewarded with some of that sweet Time Lord honey pre-cum; the Doctor gasped as his body ached backward against the Master’s again. He pumped his cock hard in his hand, and rolled his hips as the head of his cock pressed against the Doctor’s prostate once, twice, three times.
‘Ooh, Master, please, don’t stop now, please, this feels so good, so, so good. Ooh, I’m yours, completely, I belong only to you, just please don’t stop now,’ the Doctor whispered heatedly. He moaned and whimpered as the Master pushed his cock in deeper, with slower, deliberate thrusts, and his hand pumped the Doctor’s cock to match those slow deep thrusts.
The Master moaned loudly as he leaned forward again, using his teeth to bite on his sexy earlobe, as he whispered heatedly in the Doctor’s ear. ‘Mm, yes, Doctor, you are mine, you belong only to me. That is right, oh, and this is so much better. I knew that you would surrender yourself to me. Your body and your mind. Oh yes, this is what you want, what you need. You need for your Master to take complete control of you, to make you feel good. Mm, I can feel your myriad of thoughts now. Our minds are linked through our newly formed bond. You. Feel. So. Good. Doctor. Ooh, so tight and now so willing to submit to your Master, ooh, yes, so very good. I’m so close now, Doctor, so close. I want us to have our orgasms together. Our bond will become stronger and I will make your orgasm very intense. You just have to surrender your mind completely to me now. Submit to your Master, my dear Doctor, and I will make you feel so magnificent.’
The Doctor moaned and whimpered around the Master’s deep, hard thrusts inside his tightly clenching arse. His strong hand pumped his cock slowly, milking every sensation he could out of his body. When he spoke again, his voice came out in a breathy whisper, as his hips pushed his cock up harder into the Master’s pumping hand. He pushed his arse back hard against this thrusts. ‘Ooh, yes, Master, please make me feel so good. I’m close too. You are so beautiful. You are my Master, I will submit everything to you; all that I am is yours, all that I need is you, I surrender my mind and my body to you, you are my Master and I will obey you.’
‘Ooh, Doctor, I love it when you say my name, and you surrendering to me pleases me so much. Now, come with me, Doctor, let yourself go and you will experience the most intense orgasm of all your lives,’ the Master breathed heavily. He pushed his cock harder and faster inside the Doctor’s tight, clenching arse, and his hand pumped his hard cock in time with his thrusts.
Their bodies were dancing against each other sensuously and they were gasping and panting. Their twin hearts were beating madly, the Master’s against the Doctor’s back, and the Doctor’s in his own chest. He pushed his arse back hard against his fellow Time Lord’s punishing thrusts while the Master’s hand pumped his cock faster, flicking his wrist hard to the right, and running his thumb over the tiny slit. More of his pre-cum poured out and the Master used it to slick up the shaft. Then he did something that took the Doctor by surprise; he sent the most intense feelings of lust and euphoria into his mind, using their newly formed bond.
‘Ooh, Master!‘ the Doctor cried out as his body bucked back against the Master’s thrusting cock. He thought he would lose consciousness from the extreme pleasure he was receiving from the Master now. His vision blurred and his mind reeled. He was suddenly so overwhelmed by the strong feelings he was experiencing.
The Master pushed the head of his cock hard against the Doctor’s prostate, once, twice, three times, and pumped his hand harder on that gorgeous cock. He sent a strong telepathic surge of lust and tripled its affects on his fellow Time Lord’s mind, and that did the trick nicely.
The Doctor cried out in ecstasy as he had the most intense orgasm he had every experienced, just as the Master promised he would. Volley after volley exploded from his cock, covering his stomach, chest and the Master’s hand. His mind was flooded with the most intense bright golden light. He felt the Master’s presence there in full force, as their telepathic bond became stronger. His body trembled against the Master’s, as he rode the crest of the telepathic energy coursing from the Master mind into his own. He suddenly clenched his arse hard around the Master’s thrusting cock. He knew he had taken the Master by surprise, as he sent his own intense telepathic energy of lust and euphoria racing back to the Doctor‘s mind.
The Master was enjoying the sensations he was sending to his Doctor-- all the telepathic energy of lust and euphoria-- so he was taken by surprise when he suddenly felt the same strong energy coursing back from the Doctor’s side of their newly formed bond. Then he felt his cock being clenched inside the Doctor’s tight arse, and he had his own intense orgasm. It filled the Doctor’s clenching arse. He wrapped his arms around the Doctor’s slim waist, gripping his body tightly as he too relished in the feelings of his own of the Doctor’s strong telepathic energy filling his mind. Having him in his mind had calmed the drumming. He felt pleased about that, but he would not let the Doctor know that just yet. He was still trying to keep him under his control. They stood there panting and in companionable silence, as the euphoria from their intense multiple orgasms subsided, and their twin hearts stopped beating madly.
The Doctor’s body sagged back against the Master’s, and he lay his head on his strong shoulder, as both their breathing came back under control again. He whimpered softly when he felt the Master’s cock slip out of his arse, and heard him stuffing his cock back inside his denims, zipping them up with a satisfied grunt.
The Master was the first to break the silence, as he chuckled wickedly and then placed a soft kiss against the back of the Doctor’s gorgeous long neck. He sniffed and licked the Doctor’s sweet skin, and murmured in the Doctor’s ear. ‘You are mine now, Doctor. You belong to me now. Mine.’
‘Yes, Master, I am yours, all yours, forever, always-‘ the Doctor whimpered and moaned when he felt the Master kissing, sniffing and licking the skin on the back of his neck. He knew that was a Time Lord erogenous zone, and he loved it.
The Master chuckled wickedly again, as he bit into the Doctor‘s neck, leaving behind a love bite that would show everyone that the Doctor belonged to him. When they were on the TARDIS, he would be sure to place another mark somewhere else on his body. He leaned in close to the Doctor’s ear again, and whispered softly to him. ‘Good, I’m pleased to hear you say that, my dear Doctor, and you cannot take that back. You and I are bonded again, so if you try to leave me I can kill you with strong jolts of telepathic and artron energy.’
The Doctor swallowed hard at that revelation, but shook his head in agreement. He knew that the Master was marking him with that love bite. Again, he did not mind at all. When he spoke, his voice sounded low and husky. ‘Oh, Master, I will not leave you again, I promise. I came here to find you, because I wanted us to be together, and now we can.’
The Master smiled fondly as he walked around to the front of the Doctor’s battered body, speaking softly to him. ‘Mm, yes, Doctor, so it would seem, my dear. But, now that we have established that you are mine, I will untie you, help you to dress and we will go back to the TARDIS. I believe you promised to help me with the rest of my resurrection. Well, you and the TARDIS. I hope she agrees, she will probably be shocking me after what I did to her in that joyous year that I ruled these disgusting apes on this dustbowl of a planet, Earth. And, also, I need your help with these blasted drums pounding inside my head, Doctor. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. It hurts, Doctor. That noise in my head, the drumming, it hurts. But, can you really help me to get rid of them now Doctor? I wonder what it would be like if I got rid of the drums now? I’ve had them all my life, I’m not so sure it would work if we got rid of them altogether. I don’t know if you can, Doctor. I just don’t know what I would be without that noise in my head. It’s a bit of a daunting idea. I just don’t think it‘s a good idea to get rid of them totally. Perhaps just quiet them down a bit.’
The Doctor sighed as he stared at the Master with a soft expression on his face, and smiled warmly at him. ‘I CAN help you, Master. I’m not sure what we can do about them. But, I’m certain the TARDIS will help me think of something. Perhaps you are right, perhaps they are too well engrained in your mind. Maybe we won’t be able to make them go away fully. But again, I will do all I can to help you, I promise. Don’t you worry about the TARDIS either- I have already spoken to her- I told her if I found you that you would need her help too. She argued at first, and sent sparks flying all over the console, burning my hands, but then she finally gave in and helped me to find you here.’
‘Right then, let’s get you down from here, and then we can go home, well, to your TARDIS, and get off this stinking rock of a planet. I can’t stand to be on this human dustbowl any longer,‘ the Master remarked. He reached up over the Doctor’s head, and quickly untied the ropes that were bound tightly around his wrists. They had left behind angry burns on the Doctor’s wrists, and he knew that he would have to fix them with the tissue regenerator inside the TARDIS. He had to catch the Doctor’s body in his arms when he released him from his bindings, and he did catch him before he hit the dirty, dusty floor. The Master had no choice but to lay the Doctor’s body inside his long brown coat while he quickly dressed him inside his brown pinstriped trousers, his dark blue t-shirt and his brown pinstriped jacket. The shirt he had worn was torn to shreds from the artron energy he had blasted him with, so he just threw that into one of the old metal drums as he helped his fellow Time Lord stumble back towards the TARDIS.
It took a while for them to walk through the dusty old warehouse, as the Doctor was still in pain from the Master whipping him with that switch. Every step he took, his clothes rubbed against the red welts on his skin. He was panting heavily and sweating profusely as he clung to the Master, making him stop for a moment so he could catch his breath. ‘Master, please stop, just stop. I can’t, I just can’t make it. I’m in too much pain.’
The Master growled angrily, wrapping his arms tighter around the Doctor’s waist, making him wince from the pain of his clothes rubbing against the red welts on his skin. He glared at the Doctor and moved them along the pathway, out of the warehouse and out into the open air again. He spoke sternly to him, flashing him a menacing stare. ‘Nonsense, Doctor. You can make it. We have to get to the TARDIS! I want off this dustbowl of a planet, and I need to get you to the medical bay, so that I can fix you up again. Come on now, just hold on tightly to me. Stop whinging and get moving now, Doctor. There is no way I am going to carry your sorry arse back to the TARDIS! Now get moving!!’
The Doctor grunted and wrapped his own arms around the Master’s shoulders, doing his best to keep moving, as again every step he took hurt him terribly. His shoulders and arms still ached from being in that bound position for so long, and the burn on his chest where the Master blasted him was throbbing painfully. However, he didn’t want to anger the Master, as he was behaving quite nicely now, so he shuffled as quickly as he could along the pathway that would lead to the small clearing where he had landed the TARDIS.
When they reached the time ship twenty minutes later, the Doctor could feel her inside his mind. She was shocked at first to see the Master there with him. Then she realised that the Doctor was in pain, as she scanned him for his injuries, incensed to see that he had been whipped all over his body, and he had a nasty burn mark in the middle of his chest. She sent the Master a strong surge of painful telepathic energy, making him cry out. As he let go of the Doctor, the two of them fell to the floor. He clutched at the lapels of the Doctor’s pinstriped jacket. His eyes were shut tightly to block out the blinding pain he was experiencing from the TARDIS. ‘Doctor, she is hurting me, please tell her to stop. Tell her I’m here to be with you again, please! Oh, you old bucket of bolts, stop hurting me! Do you hear me?!! If you don’t stop, I will make sure that I fucking take you apart telepathic circuit by telepathic circuit. Then I will put you back together to the way I want you to be! You know I can do that! I’ve done it before, I’ve still got the means to do it, if I wanted to. I’m not going to hurt him anymore, you stupid bucket of bolts!! I am the Master, I am a Time Lord, just like the Doctor! I just want off this fucking dustbowl of a planet now!’
The Doctor wrapped his arms protectively around the Master‘s body, trying to comfort him. He knew that his threatening words meant nothing. He was just trying to keep up his strong bravado. He would never hurt the TARDIS. This was just his way of bartering with her. They both knew that deep inside her telepathic circuits and her sentient mind, that she was still a little frightened of the Master. He stared up at his ship, begging for her to stop her assault. ‘Please listen to me, old girl, you have to stop hurting him now. He is not going to harm either of us; he needs our help! Please, I have already told you of my plans, and you promised to help. Please, stop this telepathic surge on his mind. He does not mean the things he is saying to you, he is just angry that you are hurting him. He is not strong enough to take it. Please, old girl! And, besides, you know he means well, this is just who he is; he can’t help being like this.’
No, Doctor, he has hurt you terribly, I can see it. I can feel your pain. I do not want that monster inside my depths again, so you will have to leave him here, he is nothing but a menace! The TARDIS sent the Master another strong surge of telepathic pain inside his mind, and he cried out, clinging to the Doctor for comfort, as his body trembled against his.
The Master cried out again, begging the Doctor to help him, to make the TARDIS stop hurting him. ‘Oh, for Rassilon sake, just bloody stop this nonsense right now! Do you hear me, you stupid old time ship, you rusty, rickety bucket of bolts! Look, I am not going to hurt you, all right? I am not going to hurt the Doctor. Well, not much, anyway. Because we all know that the Doctor loves it when I give him that much needed pain. He always has, even when we were on Gallifrey. Theta always begged Koschei to give him the pain with the pleasure. I don‘t care what the Doctor said to me before. I‘ve been inside his mind, we are linked with a bond now. Did you know that?! He can‘t hide his true thoughts from me now, and you know we are linked, you stupid git! I know you can feel that bond. Just fucking stop this nonsense now, I want off this planet, and you are my ticket out of here!’
The Master shook his head, holding it in his hands, as he sighed in exasperation and spoke in a sarcastic tone of voice. ‘Look, I apologize, all right?! Is that what you want to hear, you stupid old Gallifreyan git? I‘m sorry! just stop this now!! I am the Master, and you will obey me!! It’s bad enough I’ve got the drums inside my head, pounding away, now I’ve also got you in there. Doctor, please try to reason with her, my bloody head is going to explode from all this telepathic energy!’
The TARDIS listened to the Master’s grudging and sarcastic words of apology to her. All that name calling, that was so typical of him. Should she trust him again? She wasn’t totally convinced by his apology. He still continued with the angry name calling. But as he went on with his tirade, she was starting to relent. She realised that this was the only way the Master could apologize. This was who he was. This was his true self, and who was she to begrudge him that? She finally realised that he was trying to make amends for what he had done, so she suddenly ceased her attack on him.
The Master groaned miserably when he finally felt the old time ship’s telepathic energy slowly subside. He continued to cling to the Doctor, breathing heavily, as he waited for his hearts to stop hammering in his chest.
The Doctor kissed the top of the Master’s blond-haired head, rocking his body in his arms, and sending him warm and comforting feelings coursing through their bond, as he whispered softly to him. ‘Ooh, Master, I am so sorry- I really am, but she has relented now. She will not hurt you again. She was just getting her own back from what you did to her. She is happy that we are bonded again, and we both believe you when you say that you will not hurt me, well, not too much. So for now she is contented. Come on now, it is quite safe to enter, and we both need to have a shower, and get some sleep. I don’t know about you, but I’m bloody knackered after your unrelenting torture with that switch on my body.’
The Master sighed with relief at hearing the Doctor’s words about the TARDIS trusting him again. He was pleased that they were going to be traveling together inside the old Time Ship. He chuckled wickedly, as the Doctor helped him to stand up. He smiled as he watched him reach inside the pocket of his dusty brown pinstriped trousers for the key. When he spoke his voice sounded husky and pained, but he was slowly regaining his composure and strength again, as he teased his fellow Time Lord. ‘Mm, that sounds just fine, Doctor. Aw, did I hurt you with that horrible switch? Tough. I know that you enjoyed every second of our that pain and the rough sex. I promise to give you more once we are settled inside the TARDIS, my dear. It was always so easy for me to torture you, and then fuck you into oblivion. You are quite delicious when you are screaming in pain, and screaming out my name.’
‘Yep, that’s right, Master.’ The Doctor popped the “p” at the end of the first word. He ran his long, thin fingers nervously through his hair when the Master kept mentioning the torture sessions. He blanched visibly, and shook his head in exasperation. ‘But I’m really not too keen on the pain thing. I really don’t know why you think that I am. I can’t stand it.’ the Doctor replied. ‘You always could fuck me into oblivion, even when we were lads. You were always so much stronger telepathically, so that never changes, eh? Come on now, let’s get inside the TARDIS and then go to our bedroom and get ourselves all cleaned and go to bed. Our new life begins tomorrow, just two Time Lords traveling the Universe, together again-’ the Doctor remarked, smiling warmly at the Master. He unlocked the door, and then motioned for the Master to enter the time ship.
‘Hmm, yes, well, there is that, my dear Doctor. I’m just happy to be inside a TARDIS again, and I think she is taking a liking to me this time-’ The Master bowed his head to the Doctor and walked inside the ship, smiling when she suddenly sent him a warm surge of telepathic energy to calm his aching head.
‘Oh, yes, she absolutely is, Master. She realises that we are bonded again, and have admitted our love for each other. Come on now, let’s retire to my, well, our bedroom. We need to have a nice hot shower, and get ourselves all cleaned up-’ The Doctor chuckled softly and removed his long, brown coat, throwing it over one of the coral struts. He knew that the three of them were going to have a brilliant time traveling together, and he would make sure to bring the Master to the most wondrous of planets and stars. He may even relent to let him take them to that torture planet, Rellis III, just to keep him happy for a while.
‘Mm, yes, that the first thing we need to do, Doctor, but I also need to get you all fixed up. We will need to stop by the medical bay so I can get the tissue regenerator. I need to close up those welts on your skin, and fix up that burn on your chest. I think that will also put me back into the good graces of your precious ship. I still expect to receive some sort of retaliation from her, not that I will not try to get my own back. Now, shall we make our way out of the console room, my dear?’ the Master remarked. He surprised the Doctor by grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the console room, the two of them meandering down the corridor towards the medical bay first, and then making their way to their bedroom.
Once the TARDIS was sure her two Time Lords were safe inside her depths, she quickly dematerialized from the planet Earth, sending them into the Vortex. They both sighed happily as they felt the ship finally leaving the Earth’s atmosphere, entering the Time Vortex. The Master was quite ecstatic again. He was inside a TARDIS, and he would be able to choose their destinations. And, he knew that he had read the Doctor’s mind before when he agreed that going to Rellis III would keep him happy. He had that lovely time to look forward to with the Doctor.
The Doctor was happy to have the Master with him, as a companion, and yes, a lover again, after so many wasted centuries. He would make sure that he kept them together from now on, and the TARDIS would help him keep the Master out of trouble, as she and her Doctor would help to make the Master better.