As soon as the Master left the TARDIS, she provided the Doctor with comfort, in the form of a 3D representation of the Master as he made his way to dictator of earth. She couldn't release him from his bonds, but adjusted her controls to make him more comfortable, then the two waited together until the Master came back.

Several days had past since his original capture of the Doctor, and the Master was getting bored with doing nothing. Every day, after coming back from ruling the earth, he climbed aboard the TARDIS and mocked the Doctor, placing food just out of his reach or teasing him about the deaths of his friends that hadn't happened yet. And then, when he had his fill of that, the Master would return to his room and picture the Doctor, bound just as he was, and as the Master stripped himself of his clothes, he stroked himself, feeling his cock tighten. He would stroke himself until he came, drowning his cries into the Doctor's pillows, smothering his sobs with the Doctor's scent. He loved the Doctor. He actually did, ever since they were children on Gallifrey, but those infernal drums! All he wanted to do was ravish the Doctor, praise him, worship him, but the drums, forever beating inside his head, led him to destruction, and he was helpless.

The Master swept back into the TARDIS, fury causing steam to practically roll out of his red ears. The Doctor was sitting where he always was, back against the TARDIS console, hands and legs bound to hooks, mouth gagged and eyes wide. Suddenly, the Master turned sharply, facing the Doctor. He took two large steps forward, until he stood directly in front of the Doctor, nowhere else for either of them to look but at each other. In one smooth move, the Master ripped off the makeshift gag, cupped the Doctor's face and gave him a kiss on the lips. At first the Doctor froze. What? was the only thought he could muster. Finally, the Doctor kissed him back gently. Taking the kiss as an invitation, the Master licked at the Doctor's bottom lip, requesting access. The Doctor was taken aback, but let the Master in. They slowly deepened the kiss, but as it got to the point that the Doctor was able to feel the Master's hardening cock through their clothes, they ripped apart. Thanks to Time Lords' respiratory bypass system, they didn't need to stop for air as often as other species, although both men simultaneously gasped for air.

The Master could feel his and the Doctor's hard-ons rubbing through the fabric of their clothing, and knew that the Doctor needed this and wanted it as much as he did. He also knew that this body was a virgin to such things and decided in a moment of great generosity to bring the Doctor somewhere...better. He knelt down slowly to remove the Doctor's bounds, taking care not to hurt him. That came later.

The Doctor bounced on the bed as the Master dropped his suddenly naked body onto the soft mattress. He wanted this. He needed this. But he didn't want to do it as the Master's slave. "Stop." he uttered. The Master immediately froze. "Why?" The Doctor heard the Master say in a weak voice. "I want to...have...your trust, but...i need...you." the Master gasped out. The Doctor looked up at him. "You kept me tied to my own TARDIS and mocked me for who knows how long, and you want me to trust you and let you..." The Doctor's voice was hoarse from not using it for so long, and he had to focus to keep his eyes from wandering from the Master's face down...

"I know, and I didn't want to, but I couldn't risk you...running away from me." The Master blushed pink, and he felt his erection deflating. He knew his release wasn't coming today.