Phone Call
So I blame my girlfriend for this. I took a section of one of our rps and write a fic off it. Yay for Five and Ainley!Master since there isn't very much written about them. It takes place a little after The Doctor gets pinned down with being President of Gallifrey so a few months after The Five Doctors to be specific. Only change is instead of running away he stayed and accepted some of his dutys but no all too happily
NC17 rating for detailed smutty Phonesex
2,748 Words Total
Being president had its perks, but more often it was just a stack of responsibility I never really wanted. People constantly pestering me, paper work, legal matters and basically running a whole planet when I should be out there exploring and basically sticking my nose places it shouldn’t be. Oh no, this was never the life I set out for myself. Sure I should be proud, after all the name “The Doctor” will now go down in Gallifreyan history, just…not in the way I quite wanted it to.
Another late night of finishing old papers I had put off for way too long, then sleep, wake up and repeat. Hardly as exciting as I would usually hope. My attention was caught when the phone rang and I looked up. Honestly who would be calling me this late at night? Most everyone was asleep aside a few guards that patrolled high security areas in holding cells and they never called. I narrowed my eyes as the phone gave its second offending ring. Reaching forward I picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” I questioned whoever was to be on the other end. Maybe it was a wrong number. “Hello Doctor, so nice to hear your voice again.” I tense and pressed back into my seat. That voice. That man. That most infuriating being. How on Gallifrey did he get this number? “Master?” A warm laugh greeted my inquiring tone. “How ever did you guess?”
“How did you get this number?” I demanded through clenched teeth rising to my feet, eyes glaring at the cradle for the phone. A singsong tone answered my question. “Oh it doesn’t matter how I got the number. I’m talking to you aren’t I?” He always knew how to press my buttons and just say the right things to piss me off. My hand tightened around the phone. “Look, I have a right mind to hang up on you right now. What do you want?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t do that Theta.” I could feel the heat rise into my face as he used my true name. He knew how much that bothered me and I was just glad you couldn’t see over the phone, well at least with the video call option shut off. “What do I want? Let’s think about that.” The voice on the other end mocked a hum of thought before speaking again “You, Theta. You begging at my feet for me to pleasure you the way I used to. To have you as a useless puddle in my hand. To have you like the day I had you a few weeks ago.”
My voice caught in a rather embarrassing squeak. I had done everything to forget that day. “Do you need help remembering Theta?” I was about to protest and practically scream ‘No’ at him when he cut me off mid breath. “The way I managed to trick you and use the handcuffs you had me in to lock you to the cell I was being held in. How I slipped out your Sonic and let myself out after gagging you with my gloves. The moans I got from you as I fondled you through those lovely pants of yours. Finally how I left you there to get yourself free and the way you pleasured yourself right there on the ground before making up some excuse for the guards when you left. Yes, I was there. Just around the corner watching. You really should have done a more thorough check.”
I had sat back down in my chair in simple disbelief he had actually said that. One of my hands had clutched down onto the arm of the chair and I honestly am sorry to say my breathing picked up a little bit. “Shut up Master.” I wouldn’t use his name. I never did if I could help it since it showed more of an informal relationship I sometimes wish we had never had. No, that’s a lie. It’s what I tell myself, but I’ve been telling myself that so long that it’s easy to believe.
“You would like that wouldn’t you Theta, but I can hear your breathing.” He tsked me, some nerve he had. “Bet you are all hot and bothered. No doubt your hand has strayed down by this point.” New heat added to my face, which was probably flushed as red as the grass by now. He was right, as much as I hate to say. My hand was rubbing my growing arousal through my pants which was only adding to my breathing rate.
“I should hang up. No, I will hang up.” My hand didn’t move though. I hesitated just long enough to hear a chuckle on the other side. “But you can’t Theta. You are just dying to know what I’m about to say. Hanging on my every word like a lifeline, wondering why I didn’t go into more detail with that story.” His voice was calm, cool and sure as ever. That was the infuriating part. He knew he had me just where he wanted. I knew it too.
“Just imagine what I’d do if I was there Theta. Run my nails over your scalp, tug those blond locks just enough to get you to beg for more.” My teeth had pressed down into my bottom lip to ward off an uprising moan. "Koschei..." I breathed into the receiving end of the phone. For a moment it could be taken as a plead, or even perhaps a sound of pleasure at the idea. However, I only let it hang for a moment before adding, "Stop. Just stop this. I should have this call locked onto so we can put you back in prison where you should be."
"Where would the fun of that be, keeping me locked away, no chance to admonish me with your holier than thou voice and stare? You and I both know I won't be locked in a cell, I will be killed. Now then, back to those nails in your hair," His voice was light as ever, almost as if he was speaking of the weather. It drove me insane how calm he could remain when speaking of such things. “I wouldn’t let them kill you Koschei.” I admitted, barely audible at all even by my own ears. My hand continued to rub against my erection and I leaned back in the chair.
“Don't you wish it was my hand on you, or controlling your hand, your body mine to move and tease as I liked, and you couldn't stop me?" he whispered and I could hear him lick his lips hungrily. "Why don't give yourself a good squeeze, love? The way I would that made you moan every time." I gave a whine that I knew The Master must have heard. I should hang up. Just hang up, wank, and go to bed to pretend this never happened…but that voice. Damn if that voice didn’t make me throb with need at every word. He made those ideas sound ten times more enticing then if I would have thought of them myself. I wet my lips and let my hand curl around my own length and gave a squeeze and I allowed the faintest of moans to pass my lips.
“Koschei, I hope you know you will live to regret this.” This was my last threat I’d make since I was going to just throw caution to the wind and listen to him. As The Master spoke again I could hear that grin through his words. “"I won't live to regret it, Theta, unless you find a lovely means of revenge. Now then, move your other hand away from where it's clutching the arm of you chair, and start undoing your shirt, slow and light. Squeeze yourself again, harder this time; you remember how much you liked to impress me when I was watching you, just like old times."
My eyes widened “H-how did you…” Shit. The video call. I thought I had left it off but…apparently not. I reached to flick it off and switch to speaker phone. I was going to need my hands. Of course, how was I to know it was actually off and I had just turned it on? The Master was going to get an eyeful and I was unaware. Settling back into my chair I went about doing what I was told, however I liked to tell myself it was because I wanted to for my own pleasure, not because I half wanted to please him still. Hand squeezed ay my erection and I let a small moan before shifting my fingers to unbutton and unzip my trousers to give myself more room and relieve some of the pressure the fabric caused. My hand slipped to unbutton my shirt and two digits slipped in to pinch one nipple lightly causing my mouth to fall open and my panting to pick up a little more.
“Such a good Timelord you are Theta.” He purred in a heavy tone into the phone which echoed into the room. Maybe The Master was using his own mental capabilities to see me since he still seemed to know what was going on. He was stronger than me in that department and if he was in my head I couldn’t push him out so I just let it go, despite not feeling him there. “Go on and take that shirt off, along with those suspenders. Cute question marks, but they are in the way of a much nicer sight.”
My eyes flicked up to the speaker for the phone since that was at least a place to pinpoint The Master for the moment. Still I complied and slipped my suspenders off before removing my shirt entirely. “Start stroking yourself, imagine it's my hand, you could even put on one of my gloves, I know you still have them after I put them in your mouth. I love watching you pant though, your cheeks all flushed, it's so arousing..." My cheeks only grew darker and I sat for a moment thinking about it before grabbing my coat that was hung over back of the chair and slid the gloves out. I was half in disbelief myself that I was even doing this.
Sliding my hands into the leather I wriggled my fingers in the snug fit and trailed a hand down my own body to pull my erection free of my under pants and started sliding my hand over it in slow deliberate strokes. The leather being darkened in areas by the wetness of my precum it picked up off each pass. “Oh...I think this regeneration's cock is almost as lovely as your first body Theta.” The Master’s voice melted out of the speakers and I let my eyes fall shut, hand still moving. “Then again, I might be a bit biased for both bodies.”
I was past the point of questioning anymore of anything he said or suggested. I was wrapped in the sound of his voice which only added to my arousal as each pass of my now gloved hand. I had lost the ability to speak, my throat now dry from my own panting. "Oh if I were there Theta, I would rub my thumb over the very tip, get it slick with precum and have you suck it off with that heavenly mouth of yours." I shuttered at the thought and gave a groan in response.
His mere suggestions were enough to make my act now and I circled my thumb over the head of my cock before pressing down on the slit to gather my own precum on the glove before trading hands off so I could lap and suck at my own thumb. I knew he was watching in some way or another and as he said I could be a bit of a show off so accompanied with the sight I was not ashamed by this point to add groans and moans of pleasure.
“Oh, you and that talented mouth, good boy, suck on the lovely lithe fingers of yours while you stroke yourself. Imagine me standing behind you, running my hands through your hair and grinding slowly against that ass of yours," his voice had taken on a significantly lower tone and I heard the unzipping of his pants. No doubt he’d be stroking himself; it really didn’t surprise me and certainly didn’t care anymore. Hand continued to pass over my own length and mouth worked around my thumb before working over to my index and eventually adding my middle finger. I let my tongue work around and between the digits and even bit lightly at the leather.
My moans were growing louder and longer as there was a warm tightening in my abdomen that was starting. It was the beginning of the end really. My hips rocked up into each downward stroke of my hand and I gave a little squeeze at the base of my cock before pulling that lovely leather back up over myself.
At some point I had moaned The Master’s name but it was muffled against the leather and my fingers. "Absolutely gorgeous, Theta, you look so beautiful when you're on the brink of orgasm, never have you been as pretty as when you're excited or aroused," The Master’s voice was rather husky over the speakers of the phone and barely above a whisper. "Take yourself in both hands, lovely, one on your cock, and the other on your balls, I want you screaming my name clearly when you cum."
I did just as instructed. One hand cupped my balls fondling them as my hand continued to stroke my erection but now at a more frenzied pace. My moans were now more of the brink of yells and he squirmed back against his chair. I came to a point that I simply couldn’t hold myself together anymore. Toes curled inside my shoes and I leaned back, my hips wildly pounding up into my hand almost in tune with the pants I could hear coming over the phone from The Master.
“Ungh Koschei,” I did indeed yell his name, clear as ever as I spent myself onto that particularly sinful black leather. By the time I had come down off the high of orgasm I simply sit limply in my chair panting heavily and eyes more than half lidded. My hearts were pounding in my ears so loud that I had barely heard when The Master gasped my name as if it were a prayer as he came. I listened to him pant, in sync with my own breathing until he drew in a long breath and spoke. "Theta...you've gotten my gloves all dirty..."
I blinked slightly opening my eyes lazily and looked over to the speakers of the phone. “And? What did you expect?” I mean honestly it wasn’t as if what happened was unexpected in any way. No change from the normal. "I expect you to clean them off is all," he cooed. "You know Doctor; you look lovely leaning back in that chair." I gave a short squeak and wet my lips before looking down at one gloved hand that was spattered with white. Well, it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d had me do that, but it had been years since then and it would have been his hand not mine.
I stared in thought at my hand for a moment till I heard a “Well?” coming from the speakers and I lifted my hand automatically before parting my lips and licked at the gloves again. I took my time cleaning them off. Okay, he was right, I am a show off.
"It's been wonderful talking with you Lord President, and it's so kind of you to give me time to talk with you. It was such a pleasurable experience, and I look forward to when we meet again. Until then, much love, Theta.” There was a long pause on the other end of the call and then he added “Oh and by the way. Don’t forget to shut off the video screen. Thanks so much for turning it on.” Before I could respond there was a click and then a dial tone. My eyes had gone wide. No…I couldn’t have. I leaned forward quickly to disconnect my end of the call and no doubt the red light next to video call was on.