How much had the Doctor been drinking? But Jack was a good soldier and would answer the questions he was asked. Although it would be difficult if he couldn't keep himself focused, and the Doctor's teasing was providing adequate distraction for him.

He whined. He couldn't help it, really. Going from a hard fuck to feeling almost empty? How cruel he was. Though after the stunt he pulled earlier, what was he supposed to expect?

"I... I don't... I don't beg easily." Though he was certainly close to it now. He swallowed. "You want me to beg for you?" Jack chuckled a little and clenched himself around the Doctor, trying in vain to ignore the ache in his stifled prick. "Want me to beg for your hard cock to fuck me stupid? Beg for your hot cum inside me?" He let out a groan and lolled his head back against the headboard. "I want it all."