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Doctor Who: Screwed
The Doctor gripped the bed sheets in tight fists, panting and staring behind him. The Master, with his white hair and black hoodie seemed out of place here; considering the Doctor was lying face first, naked on his bed. The Doctor clenched his eyes shut for a moment as pain filtered across his features. He opened one eye to see the Master was determined, concentrating on his task. The Doctor groaned and laid his head down, not wanting to look any more. The Master looked up at that moment. "Is it really that bad Doctor?" he asked.
The Doctor swallowed and panted, "Y-you're not the o-one with this in his-ahhhhh!" The Master smirked evilly as he cut the Doctor off mid-sentence. The Doctor glared. The Master grinned and said, "You were saying?" The Doctor didn't reply, but laid his head back down and squirmed. The Master leaned down and rubbed circles on the Doctor's back. "How does it feel?" the Master whispered in the Doctor's ear.
The Doctor shifted and muttered, "It's tight, and a bit odd." He frowned. "Now Doctor, don't tell me you've never done this before?" the Master asked, chuckling. "No, I haven't," the Doctor replied. "Not even with yours?" the Master asked. The Doctor's face tinged pink, and he buried his face in the pillow. The Master smiled. "Oh Doctor, you've been keeping naughty secrets from me!" he proclaimed. "It was only once, I was alone, and I was still adjusting to this body," the Doctor explained, turning his head so he could be heard clearly. "Sure," the Master said, not believing any of it. "But you haven't at least thought about mine once?" The Doctor didn't reply, but his face darkened. The Master smirked, and then licked his lips. "How does it feel in comparison to your fantasies?" "They're not fantasies!" the Doctor proclaimed, his face now burning in anger. The Master shrugged. "Well whatever they are, how does it compare?" The Doctor gulped and muttered into the pillow.
"I'm sorry Doctor, I didn't quite here that," the Master told him, grinning. The Doctor turned his head and said, slowly, "The real thing is much heavier than I thought, and it's a much more of a tight fit." "That's the second time you've brought that up," the Master said. "Does that mean you like it's thickness?" The Doctor blushed and nodded.
The Master chuckled and kissed the Doctor's back. "You see Doctor, laser is so much better than sonic." The Doctor groaned in dismay at that badly placed sentence, until he gripped the sheets again and bit his lip as the Master removed the laser screwdriver from his body. The Master placed the screwdriver to one side, and then unzipped his pants. "Now that you've been loosened up a little, how about you try my other screwdriver?" He pulled his hard cock out of his pants. "Your other…." The Doctor began to say, until he moaned as the Master thrust into him.
