neverwouldiever | Crosscountry

"I would have remembered you," Well, that was unless the Doctor was erasing memories and -- oh, wait, hang on. He did rather hint at something a little more sinister before, didn't he? Oh great, all this fuss, all this pain and he might not even remember it? Well, not remembering the begging would be nice but how could he forget the kissing. And how forward the Doctor had become. "Seems rather pointless, doesn't it? To keep coming back and seducing me, only to forget entirely. In fact, I'd argue it was a waste of time."

It wasn't. And he hoped it kept happening. But he had to make his point but he entirely submitted to the situation and embraced the whole thing. "Miss the beard?"

What?! Where exactly could his beard of gone too? Why would he ever get rid of the beard? There better be a good reason for that! Like some kind of patchy beard problem. Or, you know, being a woman.

"Well, sure, from your point of view that might be the case. But since I'll remember it all just fine, I really don't think it's wasting time at all. Not when I've got so much better things to do with time than waste it." As he stated that, the Doctor's hand wandered lower from where he'd rested it against the Master's chest, finally settling on his lower stomach, just a light touch, just waiting for whatever he'd decide to do next.

"Oh, yeah. I reckon last time I saw you you couldn't grow a decent one. I'm not quite sure, actually, I never asked." There really hadn't been the time and right moment for any such talk. A whole year and wasted, because the Master had gone too far. Still, now the Doctor sometimes almost regretted the stubborn silence, if only because of the meaningless conversations they could have had, meaningless, but they meant so much to him.

There was a sharp inhale at the touch, a mix of concern and curiosity, not quite certain which way this was going to go. And how much longer he was going to have to hang in the air, unable to touch or take any measure of control. It was honestly a real annoyance, there was a new shiny Doctor here and he just wanted to reach out and have a bit of an exploration. Touch his touch, ruffle his hair and see what kind of noises he could draw out.

Unfortunately, seemed a little pointless really. Given he was going to forget after this if he wasn't exceptionally cunning. "I'm not overly impressed with that, I must say. I've had five consistent regenerations with beards now, it's almost like losing in a game," the Master mused, more to himself and anything. He did have a winning streak before that but the eighth regeneration looked dreadful with a beard so he'd had to shave it off. Always so annoying.

Tugging his hands again, he tried to give the Doctor an annoyed look but it must of been overlooked given the blindfold. "Can you untie me yet? My arms are starting to ache a little, it's killing the mood."

"Yeah? Well, I don't know, but from where I'm standing the mood doesn't look killed." The Doctor moved his hand lower still, bypassing the really interesting area to slide inside the pajama bottoms he'd pulled down before and brush his fingers along the inside of the Master's thigh, because he quite liked how sensitive he appeared to be. But to make up a bit for his teasing tone, he leaned in and kissed the Master's arms, forced above his head. He glanced at his hands, making sure they hadn't taken on an unhealthy colour, but he appeared to be just fine. He wanted to make sure this was pleasant, overall.

"Me, I'm the tenth face and still not a one that was ginger. How is that fair?" But this was hardly a huge concern right now, overall he didn't have many things to complain about as far as this regeneration was concerned. "You know, the tragic thing is that whenever you happen to have me in a compromising position like this, you don't seem to know what to do. Always at a loss when you're winning. But me, I have ideas."

"Well it would for you," the Master grumbled as he tried his best not to give in too much to those wandering hands. He wasn't some wanton Earth girl who swooned and yearned for more. Oh no, he was the Master, he was a God here. And he was very much going to stand his ground and try to be as unaroused as he possibly could. Just to spite him. Of course that plan would work better if he was less hard and flushed but hey, you can't win every battle.

"Tenth?" He was quite far ahead them. Double figure now? Not long till the end. Unless he was much like the Master and into the idea of body snatching, he had around three more lives left. How time has flown. "I was ginger once. I think. I only had the body for ten minutes," Mine field - less said the better. Needlessly to say, there was a reason why he'd shot through all his bodies and regenerations too fast.

With a stubborn glare on his face, he renewed his attempts at freeing his hands, clearly not impressed by that last comment. Did the Doctor just accuse him of never following through? No, he always did! How dare he suggest such a thing? "My dear Doctor, it seems you're getting forgetful. I always know what I'll do. I could tell you right now, right here, just what I'd do if I had you like this."

"Is that so?" How could he resist? He couldn't keep from leaning down until he could whisper right into the Master's ear. "So tell me, Master. What would you do? If you had me like this." His hand finally wrapped around him and the other, so far still tangled in his hair, gave a slight tug to one of the dark strands. "Helpless and yet..." His other hand tightened around his cock, fingers moving along the shaft. "...eager."

Oh yes, he was enjoying this. "Because me, I'm just wondering how long it will be before you beg again. Beg for different things this time." As he said that he stuck his tongue out, licking along the edge of his ear shell before actually biting down slightly on his earlobe, because the oral fixation, well, that didn't appear to be something that changed between regenerations. "So, yes. Tell me. What would you do, Master?"

Now this was hardly fair, how could he go into his vast and well plotted plans for the Doctor under this kind of pressure? Taking a breath to try and ground himself, he struggled to ignore that hand tightening around him, throat clear a little. "What would I do? Well, I-I wouldn't tie you like this. No, far too pedestrian. I'd tie you to the bed, better access, more comfortable. I do hate standing around."

He tried to keep his voice trained in a steady manner, calm and control. But the way the Doctor bit down his ear lobe definitely caused his voice to wobble a little, tongue poking out to lick his own lips, to reground himself a little. "I won't beg you. But oh, I could make you beg me. I could make you grovel and whine. The things I could do to you if I was afford such an easy chance."

But, unfortunate, he hadn't been afford anything but this. Which, while fun, wasn't what he ideally wanted.

"Too lazy to stand up, are you? Well, I'm not surprised, being a god probably doesn't get you to exercise a lot. Trembling thighs are a typical symptom of that." As he spoke the Doctor ran his knuckles along said thighs, at the same time rubbing his palm just so over the tip of his cock. At least parts of his anatomy definitely had no problem standing at attention. "You won't beg me, yeah? If you're that certain. I don't know about this assessment, history has taught me to expect a different outcome." Generally at least the Doctor needed a lot of motivation to beg and threatening companions would definitely kill the mood.

"I could tie you far less pedestrian. I've considered it. For example I could bend your legs backwards until you kneel on the bed with your arms stretched above and your legs behind you, unable to even attempt to avoid anything I'd do to you. That would also be a great position for someone else to find you in, don't you think?"

"It's not about laziness, it's about pride," the Master insisted, skilfully trying to ignore that comment about his thighs. He'd been on his tip toes for ages now and his arms were starting to pull, how was he supposed to be at his peak of fitness when he was essentially in a torture position? Taking a deep hiss and trying to resist anything akin to a moan, the Master swung himself back a little to avoid the touching the best he could, just to make a point. It was hard not to stand to attention when someone was coaxing it into happening. "I never beg you. Sometimes I'm forced to negotiate but never once has it been desperate."

It has. But he was currently rather thoroughly beaten so he had to grasp onto something and was it so much to let him have that one? "I'd like to see you try," the Master goaded, believing for one glorious moment that it wasn't entirely possible to move him that easily but then, as the words left his mouth, he was aware it was a rather stupid thing to say. Why goad a man who was clearly enjoying himself? -- Oh great, he was going to have to beg, wasn't he? He wasn't about to be put in such a degrading position. He had to cling to some dignity.

"You won't get away with this Doctor, I have a lifetime to get revenge. And I will! I will break you for this!"

"You will break me for this? For what, for things you won't even remember? Don't scare me like that, Master." Obviously under the circumstances, he couldn't help but tease. And he chuckled, running his hands down the Master's legs and actually bending down himself as he did so. "Hm, never once desperate, ah?" Right. They'd see about that. He didn't say that out loud, instead he stepped away and some rustling could be heard. A few seconds later he was back in front of the Master, crouching down.

He grabbed one of the Master's ankles and stood up a little again, just enough so one arm could support the Master around his hip and he could force his leg behind himself, lift him a little until he could actually rest it on the bed's mattress, granting his arms some relief. He wasted no time with using the rope he'd gathered up to first tie it around the ankle and then secure it to the bedpost, tight enough that the Master had no choice but to rest on his knee.

"Other leg. Are you going to let me or do you want a struggle?"

"Oh shut up, you impetuous fool, I will -- No, no! Stop it! I mean it Doctor, you best stop right now," the Master growled, his monologue stopping mid way as soon as the Doctor started to move his leg, he wanted to fight more but his balance was very tentative and the attempt he made to hop away nearly ended with his arms pulled from the sockets. Why couldn't he of had a normal Doctor? Who just told him off and tried to kill him? And then maybe submitted playfully a little so the Master could have some fun? He was having some fun, sure, but the odds of being left like this made it hard to find it sexy.

One knee was now very much on the bed and the other leg quivered a little, unable to lie flat on the floor and uselessly struggling to stay where it was. He wanted to do something to get back at the Doctor but as it stood, all he could do was glare and try to tug his other ankle free.

"Doctor, I'm not playing any more," the Master insisted, regretting once again that he'd actually said that. He sounded like an annoying child on a playground who was made 'it' and was now sulking. It was obvious he wanted to play, especially given how hard he was now, painfully so. Maybe that was the true source of his frustration after all.

"I'm not helping you tie me up," So yes. Struggling it is.

"Of course you aren't." But the fact of the matter was that the Master didn't have much leverage for struggling and so in spite of that the Doctor soon managed to give the other leg the same treatment, leaving the Master wrapped around the bed post, kneeling on his own mattress, arms still stretched above him and all in all, looking very helpless. Very helpless and very arousing, he had to admit, at least quietly to himself. Out loud he said no such thing, he just pulled his pajama bottoms down further so the view was no longer obstructed and then he went down on his own knees, because it put him in a comfortable position to breathe against the Master's cock, then even give it a little lick, but stay out of reach otherwise.

"This is a very good look on you. I ought to leave you like that, might get you more worshipers."

This was humiliating. Forced to kneel in such a demeaning manner, arms still leaving him exposed and unable to pull himself off the bed. Yes, he probably should have begged, he should have tried to talk the Doctor out of it. Now he was going to end up being found like this by his worshippers. Who he'd been telling to transcend the physical. Being caught in such a compromising position would probably have him debunked in a rather embarrassing manner.

"It's like you're yearning for someone to put you down like a rabid dog," the Master insisted darkly as he struggled again, nearly loosing his balance when he shifted and his knee just came to the edge of the mattress. Not enough to fall or to properly move anywhere.He was trapped.

And there was hot breath in the worst possible place. The small noise, not unlike a moan, came wriggle out because it was so hard to resist. That warm tongue licking against his painfully hard cock was a little too much right now and his inability to move away made it so much harder. "Don't you dare leave me like this," the Master ordered breathlessly, his body involuntarily craning towards the Doctor, wanting more but not willing to beg for it.

"No?" The Doctor tilted his head to the side, even though the Master couldn't see him. It was then that it occurred to him that maybe he should take off the blindfold, because he wanted to see the look in his eyes. He wanted to see the need in them, he wanted to see if there was any softness beyond it. It would hurt he knew that much, it wasn't exactly difficult to guess at, but it would also be exactly what he needed, in a twisted and probably more than just a little self-destructive way, clinging to what he'd lost now that it was too late.

But that wasn't something he wanted to ponder right now. Not when instead he could lean forward and just take him into his mouth, provide quite a lot of suction and then pull back, getting up smoothly. "What would you rather have me do?"

He stepped up to the Master and kissed him, let him taste himself if he wanted to. He was passive in the kiss, allowing the Master that bit of domination while undoing the knot of the blindfold and slowly pulling it free. "Now look at me." Please.

The kiss was strange, given the previous attempts had all been shallow excuses to tease him and yet this one was very unusual, it had such a sad passiveness to it, like one might kiss a long lost lover or someone believed to be dead. He was starting to get the unpleasant feeling that his future wasn't all that bright. He couldn't say why, just those little feelings. An odd vibe that came from this whole thing. Though he did find it hard to ponder the complexities of the Doctor and his reactions in this position and while this turned on.

When the blind fold was removed, he didn't open his eyes. Gently was the best way, light was always hard to readapt to. He slowly opened them, looking at the Doctor with a very obvious expression of loathing and annoyance. And somewhere, deep down, arousal. Maybe even a flicker of amusement. Though he didn't need his eyes to give that one away. "Untie me and let me give you a thorough fucking as revenge?" the Master suggested simply, a half smile coming to his face because honestly, it was easier somehow, seeing his face. Seeing that it was a game and not cruelty.

Because regardless of what he said or did, the Doctor could be unspeakably cruel and the Master would never be foolish enough to trust him entirely. Looking at him, he raised an eyebrow, curious as ever. "Are you losing your stamina already? And you say I have no follow through."

"Nah, I don't think so." The Doctor bopped the Master's nose and chuckled, his mood so quickly swinging back to a new high, because who could have helped it in face of the Master's cockiness, based on nothing as it was? He held his gaze when he reached down to wrap a hand around him again, this time tight right away, this time starting to move it in a steady rhythm, only slowly getting faster. "No, no worries. My stamina is doing wonderfully. We haven't even really started yet, have we?"

He lowered his other hand, just enough so he could flick a nipple and hopefully draw yet another new reaction from the Master. It was a game, but that only meant that he had to make sure they were both having fun. "Funny. Trust me, there will be a time when you'll have me pretty much completely on your mercy for a whole year, but you'll have no idea what to really do with me except for taunts, grandstanding and showing off a lot of cruelty that I'll end up undoing. None of this stuff. Seems like a waste, if you ask me."

Oh look who was suddenly cocky again? How confusing was the Doctor lately. It was such a headache to try and keep on top of what he was feeling and being at his mercy was making it twice as confusing. And yes, he was indeed at the Doctor's mercy. Entirely. He'd tried fighting, yelling and persuading so now? Giving up seemed like the plan. He could surrender if he had to. He just would prefer not to admit that he had. A little yelp escaped at the flick and he earned to slap the Doctor in return of that, even if his arms were held above his head and he currently didn't want the Doctor to stop anything. The pace was punishing and he wanted to be able to express his desire as loud as possible.

But then that'd be telling, wouldn't it? With a frown he tried to think through the thick foggy haze of arousal, finding it a little harder than he would of like. "What? I -- What?!"

Oh, yes, that yelp was certainly welcomed. To make up for the pain, even if he'd enjoyed the reaction, the Doctor leaned down to give that same nipple a quick lick, only to move over and actually bite down on the other. Well, he didn't want to become too predictable, even if he at least kept the stroking of the Master's cock nice and even. He loved how easily the Master appeared to be losing his train of thought due to pleasure, unable to focus on anything but whatever he did to him. Still, the question was asked and so the Doctor answered, maybe even against his better judgment.

"It happened. Trust me, I'd not have thought that up. A whole year and mostly you sulked over me not talking to you." Which, honestly, he didn't think he should be blamed for at all, given the circumstances.

Oh he was a cocky little shit tonight, wasn't he? Teasing, playing, biting. Why was he like this during some regenerations and others he was just a frosty bastard who didn't want to play? It was very confusing. And the Doctor wondered why the Master had so many issues with him. Was it honestly that ambiguous? It was kind of obvious from where he was standing. Or rather kneeling. He tried his best to focus on the topic, he was getting little clues of his future here and he really wanted to know more.

What he didn't want was to lose track of what he was thinking and moan in pleasure. And that's exactly what happened. Hissing right afterwards, he bucked a little forward to try and get the Doctor to move a little faster, stubbornly annoyed and frustrated by all of this. "Why didn't you talk to me?" he finally managed, trying to keep on topic. "It's rude to ignore someone."

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