EDIT: Sorry about that weird code thing. Got it all fixed up now. Should be easier to read this time around. Thanks for pointing that out.


"Fuck!" he cried out, struggling to get the belt off. His tormentor simply laughed, dangling the remote from behind the barred window. Another wave sent him to his knees, his body trembling.

He had thought that this was a chastity belt of sorts...well...it was...but one that didn't stop orgasms...but enforced them. His cock was held flush to his belly by a plastic shell, metal rings encircling the shaft beneath. His sac was pulled downwards by a metal ring attached to the main belt, which also held a thick plug within his arse.

The man behind the barred window had awoken him by turning the belt on. The plug started vibrating, expanding to fit him perfectly. The rings holding his cock began to pulse and vibrate, keeping him on the edge of pleasure.

"He had been this way for hours. Alternating between cursing the man and pleading with him. He was trembling, sweat covering his body. He offered everything but what the man wanted...he just...couldn't. Not again.

The vibrations increased and he gasped, "Ko-koschei...please," he begged when the other Time Lord decided to enter the room at last, kneeling down beside him. The Master smiled, taking the Doctor's arms, cuffing them to the sides of the belt.

He took out a collar, strapping it around the Doctor's neck, two little chains dangling from it. Each chain held a small clover clamp. The Master tweaked each of the Doctor's nipples between his fingers, then attached the clamps, giving them a little tug to tighten them up.

"You look so beautiful, Doctor," the Master finally purred, pulling yet another item out of his pocket: a panel gag, which he fastened tight around the Doctor's mouth. He smiled, patting his cheek, "There. Did you really think that I was wanting you to submit? No. I was going to take this from you no matter what."

The remote was out again and the Doctor writhed, his protests muffled. His body arched as the settings were upped, and then began to subside to a mere ache. Something tolerable as he was hauled to his feet.

He was led down the halls, back to the conference room. No...no...his eyes widened as he beheld the cameras, all aimed at a cleared platform. He was pulled there and forced to sit, his ankles chained to points on the platform, spreading his legs, giving the cameras a good shot of his engorged prick inside the belt.

His collar was fastened to a post set behind him, and then the Master smiled, "Give them a good show, Doctor," he whispered and then turned to the cameras, "Humans of Earth, behold! Your savior. Your...Doctor. How...pathetic," he sneered, pulling out the remote, dialing it back up.

The Doctor writhed as the vibrations and heat bursts started again, sparking him into a frenzy. He closed his eyes, head tilting back against the post as his feet lifted his buttocks from the floor. He groaned behind the gag, his nostrils flaring for oxygen. He flushed with embarrassment as millions of humans, those that survived, were forced to watch this.

The Master worked the remote, dialing back on the sensations or speeding them up whenever he saw fit. Just when the Doctor thought he couldn't take anymore...when he thought he would burst at the seams, the Master turned it down, denying him the sweet release he sought.

The cameras were turned off, but the Doctor remained where he was, locked in this state by the Master. Hair disheveled, pupils dilated behind lidded eyes. The Master knelt beside him, fingers running through his sweaty hair, "Everyday that Miss Jones is still free...you will go through this. But, look on the bright side: Maybe I'll let you cum after I kill her. Doesn't that sound like fun?" he laughed, leaving the settings on low before he left.