Ficlet: A Better Use For Time Beetles (Ten/Master, NC-17)

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I wrote instasmut Doctor/Master for arysteia. Set in an AU
season 4, where the Master continued on as the Doctor's companion.

A Better Use For Time Beetles
Ten/Master, NC-17, naughty


The best thing about Sinoplanets, the Master decided,
was the aphrodisiacs. Leave it to the post-Earth Chinese to try every
single beetle until they found one whose crushed shell could drive even a
Time Lord into a sexual frenzy. And oddly enough, it tasted exactly like
tea, which made it perfect to slip into the Doctor's mug when he wasn't
looking.

The Doctor moans and tugs mindlessly against the bindings that tie him to
the bed. He's flushed all over, pale skin warmed to pink, mouth wet and
inviting, cock hard and heavy. When the Master touches him, he's
feverishly hot, and he strains for the Master's hand. His eyes are dark,
pupils wide, and he looks at the Master with pure lust.

"Oh, Doctor," the Master murmurs, tracing his fingers along one bare
thigh. "I told you not to trust me. And now look. So helpless, so...
mine."

"Master," the Doctor groans, pleadingly. He almost sobs when the Master's
fingertip brushes his cock, so dark with blood, so exquisitely sensitive.

The Master chuckles warmly. "Perhaps I'll leave you like this. The
effects won't wear off for days, especially if you take too much. Say,
three times the normal amount. Imagine being trapped for days like this,
all that need."

"Please," the Doctor begs, voice thick with lust. "Please, I need... I
need..."

"Tell me," the Master murmurs. "Or I'll keep you like this for weeks.
Months."

The Doctor groans, shudders. Whatever vestige of control he has, it's
fading fast. He's not the jailer anymore, not the keeper. Not that
he ever was. The Master merely let himself be kept until it suited him
otherwise. It suits him otherwise now.

The TARDIS won't let him hurt the Doctor. But she can't do anything to
stop this.

The Master doesn't bother to wait for the Doctor to find the words. With
a smug grin he bends down and presses his lips lightly against the
Doctor's cock. The Doctor cries out, the slightest touch amplified almost
to the point of pain. Another kiss, and then a broad lick up his shaft,
and the Doctor is sobbing his name. The Master sighs in contentment,
relishing the music of the broken sobs, the sweet pleading of his poor,
helpless Doctor. And then he takes the first few inches full into his
mouth and sucks.

The Doctor's first climax is over rather quickly. The Master swallows,
wipes his mouth, and then tuts over the Doctor's lack of control.
"Naughty Doctor," he chides. He grips the Doctor's still-hard cock and
begins to stroke steadily. "I'm going to have to punish you for that." Of
course, the aphrodisiac will keep the Doctor hard for quite some time.
But the Master believes firmly in preparation. He reaches for the bowl
beside the bed, and plucks out a large ice cube.

"So very naughty," he murmurs, and then slides the ice cube slowly along
the underside of the Doctor's cock. The Doctor shrieks at the sudden
cold, struggles trying to pull away, but there's no chance he'll escape
those knots. The ice cube is pressed to the head of his cock and he
sobs, mouth open wide and eyes screwed shut. It's such beautiful
agony; if the Master wasn't already achingly hard, this sight would do
the trick in an instant.

He continues to run the ice along the Doctor's cock, and slowly it begins
to soften. It's a temporary relief, but it will do. The Master takes the
half-melted cube and runs it along the Doctor's balls, making him shiver
and whimper, and then finally slides his hand beneath and thumbs the cube
into his arse. He pushes it in as far as he can, then kisses the Doctor's
chilled cock once, twice.

"Next time I expect you to last at least ten minutes," the Master says,
as he crawls up the Doctor's body. The rest of him is still blazingly
hot, and the Master presses against him like a cat, seeking warmth,
dragging skin against skin. The Doctor's pulses flutter, quickened by
drugs, climax, shock. At first his lips are still when the Master kisses
him, but very quickly he kisses back. So needy, and so very
caught.

The Master breaks the kiss and looks down at him. Admires the reddened
lips, the lidded eyes. The fear and lust. Oh yes, he likes the fear. And
it's only right. The Doctor deserves to suffer for the indignities he's
dragged the Master through these past few months. The Doctor is just
lucky that the Master prefers him writhing in ecstasy than bleeding out
on the floor. This regeneration has far too much potential to destroy.

He slides his fingers through the Doctor's wild hair, and then cruelly
grabs, tugs. The Doctor's head is forced back, and he winces in pain.

"I suggest you make this good," the Master tells him. "Very, very good.
But if you don't, well... I have so many ways to punish you. And we have
all the time in the universe. If you're lucky, I'll let you keep trying
until you get it right."

"An' if I'm not?" the Doctor slurs.

The Master gives a dark chuckle. "If you're not, I won't. Now open
wide."

The Doctor licks his lips, pink tongue darting out. "Yes, Master," he
says, thickly.

As the Doctor begins to suck, the Master gives a hum of approval. He knew
the Doctor's mouth would finally prove useful for something.
Probably best to keep it full as often as possible, and gagged the rest
of the time. With an extra-large bottle of the drug on hand, he doesn't
expect there to be any chance for the Doctor to say no.

End.