Publicly, Turlough would have maintained that he took no pleasure in his own subjugation. Anybody who knew about the Black Guardian, and wasn't the Doctor, would have laughed in his face for the joy of seeing him cringe. Especially since the only one who met that description, and wasn't the Doctor, was Tegan.

Lucky for him it was Tegan and not Jamie.

Turlough twisted his wrists against the fabric of his tie. "How long do you plan to keep this up, exactly?" he said through his teeth.

Jamie glanced up from where he was crouched on the floor. He stuck his tongue in his cheek, rocked back on his heels, and tilted his head deliberatively. "Well, as long as you're no' willing to give in, I suppose." Whereupon he underscored his point by feathering his fingers over Turlough's balls.

The pain of his head hitting the wall behind him as his back arced was almost, almost enough to shut down the searing pleasure that followed laving tongue up his cock from base to tip. Jamie just took firmer hold of Turlough's knees as if he were dealing with an unruly child. Pinning Turlough's legs back against the wall as his victim groaned half-intelligible profanity, he bypassed Turlough's cock to suck delicately at the flesh between thigh and genitals. Turlough twisted like the snake Tegan called him and fuck that tie was tight.

"Jamie."

Jamie's mouth worked just along the base, now, warm, careful, very slow—not gentle. Something else.

"Jamie."

The boy paused and looked up along Turlough's body. The picture froze like that in Turlough's memory: Silky hair, coarse bones, chiaroscuro, and eyes he'd seen in children who got along with animals and businessmen in mergers and acquisitions.

"Say it."

"Jamie, please—"

Infinitesimally greater pressure from the hand cradling his scrotum. "Say it."

Turlough squeezed his eyes shut. What the fuck was he holding out for? He didn't have any pride. "It's not a skirt," he whispered hoarsely.

Jamie's throat plunged down over his cock. Current or something like it flooded his body, and his vision went black.

When light started making it through to Turlough's brain again, the first thing he saw was Jamie swallowing and wiping at his mouth with his sleeve as he straightened. Turough moistened his own mouth as best he could and hoped his voice would come out normally.

"You've ruined a perfectly good tie." It didn't come out normally.

"Not yet." Jamie bent and pulled a dagger from his sock. Turlough's mouth went dry in a completely different way and instinct nearly kicked in, but Jamie just slipped the point under the knot and with a few deft moves had the material lifting away from his wrists. Suddenly free, it took Turlough several seconds to get his feet back under himself properly.

"Did you enjoy destroying my only good navy one?" he said at last.

Jamie grinned. It was a bit terrifying. "Not as much as I'm going to enjoy watching you explain how you lost it."