Not much of a change, reallyofdrumsthesoundJanuary 23 2012, 05:56:36 UTC
Doctor, stop. Just don't do anything until the drug wears off, okay? Seriously, you've nearly died three times already. I will sit on you if I have to.
Someone put something in your drink, and now you're wandering out into traffic and trying to jump of cliffs to see what happens.
I mean, you're always reckless. But this is weird even for you. So I'm guessing they drugged you.
I did try to tell you about the drink, but you didn't listen. *He sighs.* And stop struggling, will you? Otherwise I'll have to tie you to the bed, and that's a bit too kinky for my tastes. Unless, you know, I'm torturing someone.
And before you say it, I am not going to torture you. That would make the whole thing a bit pointless, now wouldn't it? All you're getting from me is hugs. Hugs are safe.
Are you okay with smut, or should we stick to the generic sadism?ofdrumsthesoundJanuary 24 2012, 01:15:02 UTC
*The Master freezes.* Oh. Oh Doctor, why did you have to say that? I was doing so well, I was being responsible!
Look, I can't do you serious damage. I could never forgive myself for that, and even if I could you'd hate me once this wears off. But if you want me to chain you up and whip you . . . well, I've been good for too long already. The drums are getting loud, someone I can play with sounds nice.
*And with that he drags the Doctor off to the bedroom, chains him to the bed and finds a whip. God knows where it came from.* Hold on tight, dear, this is going to hurt.
Honey. Honey. We said a long time ago that I ship them even though you don't. :P SMUT IS FINE.geniusintheroomJanuary 24 2012, 01:21:52 UTC
Well, do what you want, what you can live with. I'm not interested in playing it safe anymore. Safe is boring.
*He really doesn't have a firm grasp on what he's asking for until he's facedown in bed with next to no wiggle room. When the whip cracks, the Doctor tenses, biting back a fearful sound; whips aren't exactly a part of his everyday life, after all.
He curls his fingers in the sheets, turning as much as he can to look back at the Master, to see that face before it's contorted with madness.*
:D Good point. Looks like the Master is losing a bit of modesty today :PofdrumsthesoundJanuary 24 2012, 01:57:44 UTC
*Just for a moment there is love on that face. And then the monster takes over, and he grins*The whip comes down.* Ooh, you look good writhing in pain for me. So very good
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Modesty? What the bloody hell is that?geniusintheroomJanuary 24 2012, 06:16:04 UTC
Even before the Master gets close, the Doctor is gasping, writhing, moaning in pain. His back is shredded from the whip, blood seeping from the wounds and sliding down his sides in tiny rivulets, and the sensation of the Master's tongue on his flesh makes him whimper
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*He laughs and leans back, feeling himself hardening up again.* Oh Doctor, you're too good to me. Mmm, yes. Yes, my darling. I really should've thanked the idiot who drugged you before I ate him, you'd have never let me hurt you like this otherwise. Ahh!
*He comes again, grinning, then pulls away and ruffles the Doctor's hair.* Thank you. I haven't had fun like that in years, and--well, Jack was never willing.
So has your sense returned to you yet, or would you like a bit more torture? Either way is fine by me, my love, although if I torture you again I'll probably have to fuck you again too. I can't help it, the feeling of the drums calming down is so good that I just have to share!
Poor Doctor, so in love with something so hopeless. </3geniusintheroomJanuary 24 2012, 06:49:51 UTC
Panting, he wipes his chin as best he can on the sheets beneath him and sucks in the air like it's a rare delicacy. The lingering taste of semen is bitter on his tongue, foul to the taste and to his hypersensitive nose.
"I want...what you want, Master. I just want to look at you while you do it," he rasps. It isn't what he wants, not really, not what he's ever wanted, but it's better than nothing.
They're both hopeless, but oh well. Will the drug wear off soon, do you think?ofdrumsthesoundJanuary 24 2012, 06:58:28 UTC
*He attempts a loving expression, but it's not quite a success. Then he grins madly and goes to get his playthings.
*Said playthings include far too many things described as spanish or papal, and most of them are sharp or heavy or both.* So, which end do you want the Pope's Pear in? And do you prefer the thumbscrews or the spanish tickler first?
His eyes widen again when he sees the Master's chosen instruments. None of them look like things he wants in his body or anywhere near it, for that matter.
He shakes his head, struggling against his chains. "Don't. Master, none of that. Come here. Kiss me, hold me, love me like you did once."
I managed to keep you from playing in traffic or jumping off any cliffs, Doctor. Did I do good, or were the whipping and molestation bits bad enough that it doesn't count?
I mean, I tried to be responsible. Really I did. It just didn't work. *He flushes and unchains the Doctor, then sits down beside him.* I wouldn't have done serious damage, you know. You're my best and oldest friend, and you don't heal from everything like Jack does. And I won't do it now that you're mostly sane again. So that's good, isn't it?
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So, how long until the drug wears off?
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I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't taken any drugs.
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I mean, you're always reckless. But this is weird even for you. So I'm guessing they drugged you.
I did try to tell you about the drink, but you didn't listen. *He sighs.* And stop struggling, will you? Otherwise I'll have to tie you to the bed, and that's a bit too kinky for my tastes. Unless, you know, I'm torturing someone.
And before you say it, I am not going to torture you. That would make the whole thing a bit pointless, now wouldn't it? All you're getting from me is hugs. Hugs are safe.
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*grumbly, shoving more*
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Look, I can't do you serious damage. I could never forgive myself for that, and even if I could you'd hate me once this wears off. But if you want me to chain you up and whip you . . . well, I've been good for too long already. The drums are getting loud, someone I can play with sounds nice.
*And with that he drags the Doctor off to the bedroom, chains him to the bed and finds a whip. God knows where it came from.* Hold on tight, dear, this is going to hurt.
*The whip snaps.*
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*He really doesn't have a firm grasp on what he's asking for until he's facedown in bed with next to no wiggle room. When the whip cracks, the Doctor tenses, biting back a fearful sound; whips aren't exactly a part of his everyday life, after all.
He curls his fingers in the sheets, turning as much as he can to look back at the Master, to see that face before it's contorted with madness.*
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*He comes again, grinning, then pulls away and ruffles the Doctor's hair.* Thank you. I haven't had fun like that in years, and--well, Jack was never willing.
So has your sense returned to you yet, or would you like a bit more torture? Either way is fine by me, my love, although if I torture you again I'll probably have to fuck you again too. I can't help it, the feeling of the drums calming down is so good that I just have to share!
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"I want...what you want, Master. I just want to look at you while you do it," he rasps. It isn't what he wants, not really, not what he's ever wanted, but it's better than nothing.
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*Said playthings include far too many things described as spanish or papal, and most of them are sharp or heavy or both.* So, which end do you want the Pope's Pear in? And do you prefer the thumbscrews or the spanish tickler first?
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He shakes his head, struggling against his chains. "Don't. Master, none of that. Come here. Kiss me, hold me, love me like you did once."
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I managed to keep you from playing in traffic or jumping off any cliffs, Doctor. Did I do good, or were the whipping and molestation bits bad enough that it doesn't count?
I mean, I tried to be responsible. Really I did. It just didn't work. *He flushes and unchains the Doctor, then sits down beside him.* I wouldn't have done serious damage, you know. You're my best and oldest friend, and you don't heal from everything like Jack does. And I won't do it now that you're mostly sane again. So that's good, isn't it?
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