Accountability

Chapter Summary: Now that The Doctor has made his decision, it's time for him to begin learning. His training under Jack is about to start and we get a glimpse into The Doctor's past.

Warnings: Obedience training, collars, domestic!Doctor, medical play, some heavy smut.

Chapter 4: Train Me.

The Doctor was sitting at a desk, rifling through a box of unclassified alien tech. After he and Jack had showered together that morning, his captain had given him this assignment for the day. He sighed as he fiddled with one of the devices he'd already identified as a children's toy. Jack's first act of ownership had been restricting him from entering the TARDIS and he was really starting to miss the old girl. His captain said he had a project of his own to finish in there before the Time Lord was allowed back in. He hoped it wouldn't take too long. She got angry if he was away for any length of time. In the same token, he worried what the man was up to inside the ship. She liked Jack, so he was certain she would give him no trouble and eagerly assist him in whatever he was planning.

The Doctor pushed a button and a hologram appeared. It was a story book. He smiled at the familiar old nursery rhyme about the little lost Bagorax who wandered too far from home. He used to tell it to her all the time. His smile fell as thoughts of her filled his mind.

"Oh, Emma," he said softly. "You have no idea how much daddy misses you."

He remembered when he'd first found out he was pregnant. It was immediately after his first cycle. His parents had been none too happy about the pregnancy as well as his choice of partner. At the time he wasn't even sure he had a partner. He hadn't told the father yet and he wasn't sure if said father would want to be a part of it. When he had told The Master, he was pleasantly surprised to find he was not only willing to be involved but rather enthusiastic. He had fallen easily into being an expectant father. He would talk to the growing belly every day, waiting for something to happen. When they both finally felt those first kicks it was like magic.

"She moved," the Master, no, Koschei, had yelled excitedly. He pressed his palm more firmly against the swollen belly and she had kicked against his hand again. "Look at what you've done you clever girl!"

He remembered as their eyes met, both full of sparkling excitement. The master had blue eyes then. Neither of them had regenerated even once yet. They were so full of love for each other then. Of course, the Master still was what he was, violent and angry, tormented by the noise in his head that no one believed was real. It was never directed at him though, always others that weren't included in this new little family. They would take turns reading to their unborn child, singing to her, they argued over names and nursery décor. Occasionally, the Master being himself and the Doctor being run by hormones, they would trod on each other's nerves and have a total blowout, but they always moved on by the end of the night. Either the Master would apologize for not being as understanding as he should and would insist on massaging his swollen feet and ankles for him or the Doctor would apologize for overreacting and spend the night buttering his partner up.

All in all, they had a great relationship. They were happy. Then the worst had happened. Their lives and dreams were torn apart, and they never recovered from it. They were too young when they had coupled and pregnancy was a big strain on a young body. The poor girl had passed on in the womb, still born. They grieved for months before they could even escape the depths of depression. They had moved back in with their parents, the sight of the nursery they had painted and decorated together sitting empty proving too much to handle. Even after they had regained some sense of normalcy, their relationship had become strained. The Master blamed the Doctor, the Doctor blamed himself.

"Who was she?"

Startled, the Doctor looked over to see Ianto, brandishing a tray bearing tea and a plate of jammy dodgers. The Welshman set the tray down and sat on the edge of the desk, looking at the alien expectantly.

"Who d'you mean," he asked.

"Dunno," Ianto said. "It's your story, but I know that look very well. I used to wear it quite often myself."

The Doctor smiled. Either his control was slipping or Ianto Jones was very perceptive.

"And what got you out of it?"

"Jack."

Oh. That's right. They'd been together. And then he had showed up.

"I'm sorry. I took him from you, didn't I," the Time Lord said, his apology written on his face. Ianto just smiled back.

"You don't have to apologize. I had no illusions about where I fell when it came to you. Jack was always very clear that you came first for him."

The self appointed den mother of Torchwood grinned at him then.

"Word of advice though. Don't let him get bored. He gets inventive when he's bored and then he sulks if you don't give his idea a fair go."

The Doctor gulped, looking worriedly at the other man. "How inventive?"

"Let's just say he's got quite a collection in that black trunk of his. Calls it his treasure chest."

"Well that's not very encouraging."

"If it helps, it usually ends up being quite fun," Ianto told him. "Lots of costumes actually."

"Oh, but you looked so good in the skirt," Jack said, coming from behind one of the stacks. Ianto seemed unfazed by the comment.

"You didn't look so bad yourself in that school blazer," he turned to the Doctor now. "Little tenth year me catching the attention of a twelfth year. Quite a scandal."

The Doctor wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this little display. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to find words.

"He's speechless. I don't think that's ever happened before," Jack teased.

"Surprising," Ianto said, "considering he's wearing a collar with your name on it. Would have thought he already knew about your role play addiction."

The Doctor leaned back in his chair and pouted (though he'd deny it if accused. Time Lords did not pout.) as the two men shared a laugh at his expense. Ianto gave the alien man a smile before he excused himself to go and get some work done.

Once they were alone Jack leaned over the desk, cupping the Time Lord's chin and pressing a kiss to those soft lips, nibbling gently on the lower one as it stuck out petulantly.

"You're just too cute for your own good. Did you know that?"

"Do I really have to wear this outside the bedroom," The Doctor asked, his fingers stroking over he blue leather.

It wasn't that he didn't like the collar. The constant weight and warmth was actually a comfort to him, reassurance that he was owned, but he wasn't sure he could handle the strange looks and strangers laughing at him.

"It's just that I'm so used to trying to blend in. I get a bit...jumpy when I stick out."

"Yes, you have to wear it," Jack said, reaching out to play with the tag. "But I know you're still new to this. I know it's hard for you so I'll make you a deal. It has to be visible when we're alone and when we're here in the hub, but for now you can wear something to cover it up when we go out in public."

He reached over to take the Doctor's hand in his, pulling him to stand.

"And you may want to go get that now. We're going out to lunch."

"But I thought I wasn't allowed in the TARDIS until you'd finished."

"You're only allowed to go as far as the wardrobe. I already discussed that with her so snooping won't do you any good." Jack turned him to face the stairwell, giving him a light tap on his backside. "Go on now. You've got fifteen minutes."

Glancing over his shoulder at his owner, the Time Lord wiggled is hips suggestively before heading on his way up the stairs. Oh, teasing. He'd get it for that one later. Jack felt the mischievous smirk quirk up the corner of his mouth as he watched the other go.

Oh the plans he had for his Doctor. The TARDIS had been kind enough to continue preparations while he was gone. Still, they wouldn't be ready to depart into the Vortex until tomorrow. That was okay though. It would be nice to have one more night with the Doctor in his bed. In his domain. Now that over half the box had been sorted and categorized, he felt it was alright to move the Time Lord on to other tasks. There was one in particular he had already planned out.

It didn't seem like much, giving him time limits, choosing his clothing, assigning him menial tasks, but it was all carefully planned and constructed in Jack's mind. Every time the Doctor completed a task that was asked of him or followed the set time frame he was given, it was an act of submission and a very good way to ease him into some of the more intense training they'd be doing. In a way he was letting the Time Lord get his feet wet, to become used to obeying him gradually instead of diving headlong into complete and utter surrender.

He had waited so long, yearned for the man who'd turned his life around. And while he hadn't expected it to be quite this kind of scenario, it was what the Doctor wanted and he loved the elder man too much to deny him anything. The Doctor could have asked him to roll over and beg like a dog and he'd have happily barked and done so, would even have humped his leg for good measure without hesitation. However, being on the other end of the begging was just as good.

The fact that the Doctor was willing, no, asking to be his sub made his cock twitch. His head was filled with ideas that had him aching for the other man. A nurses outfit was an interesting prospect and something he'd never done with Ianto. The Welshman didn't have the frame for the outfit. He was broader set with square shoulders, unlike the Doctor's lithe, slender, slighter form.

Maybe he should update his treasure chest before their departure. Then again, the TARDIS should be able to materialize anything he needed. It always felt like stealing though since she had to have taken it from somewhere. Perhaps he'd even take the Doctor with him on that little shopping trip. Make him pick out something himself. Just the thought of that adorably flustered face was enough to make his decision. He knew where they were going after lunch.

xXxXx

Clinging to the arm of his owner, the Doctor looked about them, peeking in shop windows as they walked. It amused Jack how interested the time traveler was in little twenty first century trinkets. He'd have to take him on a proper site seeing tour before they left. The little cafe wasn't exactly high end for a date but it was quaint and private and within walking distance of the hub. They also had the best barista in existence next to Ianto. The only thing this girl had that Ianto didn't was hot chocolate. The Welshman had just never mastered the sweet drink. He couldn't think of anywhere better to take a Time Lord with a sweet tooth.

"So where are we going," the Time Lord asked, tugging up on the zipper of his grey turtleneck for the billionth time.

"It's a surprise. And stop fiddling with it. No one can see anything."

The Doctor huffed and stuffed his free hand into his pocket to avoid temptation.

"I can't help it. People keep staring."

"The two most attractive men this side of the galaxy, walking down the streets of Cardiff wound around each other like no one else exists. Yeah, I'm sure it's your neck they're staring at."

The blush in the Time Lord's cheeks was quickly hidden as he looked at his shoes. Khakis looked almost as good on him as jeans did and they complimented the sweater nicely. He wasn't used to this kind of attention. Sure, he knew most of his companions fancied him at some point, but he'd never really accepted affection this openly and he'd never had his looks complimented by someone that mattered to him before. It was a bit embarrassing but at the same time it was quite nice. He hadn't been openly romantic in a long time. Flirty, yes, clingy and a bit touchy feely, absolutely, but he hadn't had true romance since Gallifrey. Jack was good at romance. He was good at public displays of affection and very good at private ones.

"That's cute too y'aknow," Jack told him.

"What is?"

"That your cheeks go that pretty pink every time I compliment you."

Ducking his head, he captured those soft lips in a kiss. The Time Lord sighed and he melted into the kiss, leaning against the taller man. His head was spinning as he lost himself in the feeling of being possessed. He was owned, claimed, and above all, loved.

Jack pulled back with a smile, resting their foreheads together as the Doctor tried to catch his breath.

"Come on. Let's get inside before another mobile camera goes off."

He nodded in the direction of the bus stop and the Time Lord finally saw the group of teenaged girls, giggling and holding up their phones. There was no pink this time, only red as he tugged a waving Jack into the cafe but not before the captain gave them his famous wink and grin.

"I am mortified. Absolutely mortified."

"Why," Jack said as they took their place in line. "I think it's quite flattering. We have fangirls."

"I'm old enough to be their grandfather's great, great grandfather and they're siting there...oggling!"

"You think they know that? All they saw was two good looking men kissing. That seems to do it for the younger girls this century."

"That's even worse," he cried. "I don't need to know sixteen year old girls will be going under their knickers tonight thinking about us! Oh, and the internet. They won't be the only ones."

Jack couldn't help but laugh. "You can't exactly stop them, so why worry yourself about it?"

"And you! You are the biggest instigator I've ever met!"

"I didn't hear you complaining this morning," Jack winked at him before placing their orders and leading him to a table by the window.

It had a lovely view of the bay but at he same time, they were hidden from the other patrons. He knew the Doctor would appreciate the privacy for the upcoming exchange. He waited until their order arrived so they wouldn't be interrupted.

"Have you finished your list?"

"Almost," the Doctor told him, taking a bite of his mozzarella, bazil and tomato panini. "Mmm. This is delicious. Why haven't I had this before?"

"Because you usually eat nothing but chips and sweets when you eat at all."

"I look pretty good for it though."

"Must be all the running," Jack teased. "Now back on topic. How far have you gotten?"

"Well," he said. "I've read through all of it and done some research. Mostly there's three I'm still deciding if I'm curious about or don't even want to touch."

"And what are those," the captain asked, intrigued as he sipped at his coffee.

"Well, there's exhibition which would depend on the circumstances. Like I obviously don't want to host a viewing party but something like a dressing room might be..negotiable."

Jack nodded. Understandable.

"Public cross dressing is not gonna happen but I'm in between about it even privately. I don't even wear men's dress shoes so I'm quite sure I'd kill myself in high heels," he said, pausing to take another bite of his sandwich before continuing. "And the last one is...the pet thing."

"Oh," Jack asked.

"Well I just don't know how far I'd be willing to take it. I'm not even sure what I would be."

"Well, why don't we just experiment with that one a bit? It can be very fun. One of my favorites actually."

"I just don't know if I'm up for playing fetch, Jack. And it's a bit hard to chase cats when you've chased by a group of them dressed as nurses."

"Ah! New New York," Jack said. "But there's more than one way to play that you know. It's not always walkies and chew toys and eating off the floor. You can be a little wolf minding his own business and I'll be the big bad alpha male who comes around and decides he wants to claim you."

Jack's voice had gotten lower and lower as he spoke until it was almost a growl. The dark tone and the image of being on his hands and knees while Jack came from behind and mounted him like a dog sent a thrill through him.

"I-I suppose we could...give it a go then," he said, looking away nervously and crossing his legs to hide the new rising in his lap.

Jack smiled. He couldn't help but wonder what else on that list the Doctor was okay with. He would take a look a it when they got back, see if they could try anything fun tonight as a temporary goodbye to his bed.

"I have something for you."

Another long, velvet box was pulled from the inner pocket of his great coat. This one was thicker than the last and, the Doctor noticed as he took it from the captain, a lot heavier. When he opened it, he was greeted by a new collar. This one was thicker than what he wore now. It was red leather and it had hooks and loops all around the outside of it.

"This is a training collar. Obviously it allows for more control and it shows that you're tied exclusively to me. You don't have to wear it all the time. That's what your current collar is for. This is only to be worn when I put it on you or you have explicit instructions to be wearing it for me already. Do you understand?"

The Time Lord nodded, closing the box and stroking the lid appreciatively.

"So, what do you mean exactly when you say training?"

"You'll see," he told him. "I have a few ideas, but tell me Doctor, how do you feel about a trip to a specialty shop?"

xXxXx

Jack was disappointed. While the look on the Doctor's face was worth the trip, he had hoped he would have picked something a bit more adventurous than a pair of rope handcuffs. He had found more than enough new toys on his own to make up for it though.

When they returned, he immediately gave the Doctor a list of simple chores to do in preparation for their departure including packing his clothes, doing some grocery shopping with the assistance of Ianto and sorting through wrecked tech for TARDIS compatible parts. The final thing on his list was a shower once everyone had left for the night.

Jack spent his afternoon looking over the list. While one or two of the more fun ones had been blacklisted, he was surprised by how much the Doctor did like or would at least try. There was one in particular that jumped out at him and just wouldn't leave him alone. It called to him in a way that he couldn't ignore. He knew the perfect goodbye to his room.

Watching the CCTV, he was ready when the Doctor entered the hub bathroom, slipping in with a box and written instructions.

xXxXx

Jack couldn't honestly expect him to do that, could he? But there it was in front of him. The box was very clear on what the item was and it's intended use. It was just so very awkward! But Jack would be able to tell if he hadn't done it. He would be disappointed and that was a big enough punishment on it's own. Biting his lip, the Doctor resigned himself to his fate. He was really going to do this.

Opening the box, he swallowed nervously as he removed the bottle. It was clear plastic with lines on the side to measure the amount of liquid inside it. His fingers trembled as he turned on the taps, waiting for the water to warm up. He removed the cap of the bottle, tearing open the foil pouch of soap and emptying it into the container. The water was hot now but not scalding so he filled the bottle with it, recapping it.

His face was bright red. He could feel it. A Time Lord, over nine hundred years old, last of his kind, hero of uncountable planets and here he was, reduced to sitting alone in a bathroom, about to give himself an enema.

"Oh my lord. I can't do this."

Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Are you alright in there," Jack's voice echoed.

"Umm," the Doctor hesitated. "Not really."

"Do I have to come in and help you?"

"NO," he shouted. The only thing more embarrassing than giving himself an enema would be Jack doing it for him.

"I-I can do it," he stammered. He really did not want the other man coming in right now. Thankfully, Jack left him to get to it, telling him he had ten minutes before he came in and did it himself.

Sighing, the Time Lord took the towel he'd used to dry off and folded it on the floor for him to kneel on. Taking the bottle from the sink, he laid his cheek against the cool tiled floor, his rear in the air. At least no one was here to watch as he spread his legs a bit wider, giving himself better access to the tight ring of muscle. The Doctor reached back with one hand, holding the bottle of hot, soapy water, while the fingers of his other hand guided the rubber nozzle. Slowly, he pushed forward and the nozzle worked its way in.

His body grew hot now as he felt the rubber tip breach him. Stopping to give himself a moment, his breath became labored. Somehow it was strangely erotic. Finally, he started applying gradual pressure to the bottle. The heat of the water and the feel of it rushing against his sensitive inner walls made him groan. This wasn't nearly as bad as he had anticipated. Another sound of pleasure escaped him as he felt the water run deep inside him, reaching around the first bend of his bowels and making his lower belly begin to swell.

He'd never experienced anything like this before. Even in his year on the valiant, the Master had never thought to do this. Perhaps he could get used to this.

When the bottle was empty and his abdomen was sporting a bulge, he delicately removed the tip, clenching against the urge to expel the liquid. He held it for as long as he could stand, giving it time to work before he made his way over to the toilet to empty himself.

xXxXx

The door opened and Jack climbed inside. His greatcoat was gone and the sleeves of his white buttoned shirt were rolled up past his elbows. He was happy to see the Doctor had followed his instructions exactly. The naked Time Lord knelt beside the bed, the comforter stripped off and neatly folded on the chair in the corner. The new collar was fastened around his neck and his head was kept down, only looking up at Jack through his eyelashes.

The Captain smiled and ruffled the brown mop of hair as a form of praise. Saying nothing, he moved to the foot of his bed where the black chest was kept. His treasure chest. He opened the lid, revealing a myriad of items. Jack couldn't stop a smile as he eyed his collection and pulled out the first item he would need.

"On the bed," he commanded the Doctor who obediently climbed onto the mattress, lying on his back. So eager to please. Jack moved up the side of the bed, pulling the Time Lord's arms up and attaching them to the headboard with a pair of leather cuffs.

"You know," he started, his fingertips gently caressing his lover's sides. "For someone who doesn't do domestic I recall you being very quick to baby me or Rose if we had so much as a cold."

Jack moved back to the foot of the bed now, rummaging through his treasure chest again.

"But I wonder," he picked out a few toys and necessities and laid them out on one of the trays from the medical bay next to a notebook. "When was the last time the Doctor had a checkup?"

The hitch in the Doctor's breath was audible as he realized what Jack was suggesting. The Time Lord bit his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth to hold back a moan. Jack straightened up, looking down at the Doctor's naked form from his place at the foot of the bed. He noticed the other man's already hardening cock and had to hold back a smile.

"Well," he asked. "How long has it been?"

The Doctor groaned now. "Not since my ninety year physical...back home."

Jack clicked his tongue disapprovingly. He picked up the stethoscope first, putting it around his neck.

"That just won't do. I think it's time we remedy that, don't you?" He knelt on the side of the bed next to the Doctor's shoulder. "Besides, If I'm going to be your keeper I have to be sure you're healthy."

Taking the end of the stethoscope up to his lips, he let his breath puff over it, warming it before pressing it to the left side of the Doctor's chest. He could hear the heart there begin to beat faster under his ministrations. Teasingly, he let it brush against the skin as he moved it to the right side, building anticipation.

"Increased heart rate, but I don't think we need to worry about that given the circumstances," Jack teased. "Now open wide."

The Time Lord's lips parted as Jack moved the stethoscope back onto the tray, writing something down. There was a snap of gloves and then Jack was back at his bedside with a tongue depressor.

"Wider," he said, coaxing the other to open his jaw. "There we go. That's a good boy."

Jack pushed down on his tongue with the glorified popsicle stick for an unobstructed view of his mouth. The pressure on the sensitive hairs made the Doctor close his eyes in pleasure. A gloved finger came into his mouth now, probing gently at the delectatio there. Little bolts of electricity shot through the Doctor's body at the contact, traveling straight to his now fully erect cock.

A groan escaped as that fingertip started tracing little circles around the nub. The Doctor could feel the other four delectatio beginning to work, slickness starting to leak from him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted to be fucked so badly after so little contact. He whimpered when Jack pulled back, stripping off the gloves and making another note.

"P-please, captain."

"Patience. We've only just begun," Jack told him, a hand stroking the Doctor's thigh knowing it was more frustrating than comforting at this point.

The Doctor's hardness was straining against his stomach, the tip leaking a sticky mess onto the pale flesh. Those simple little nubs went a long way it would seem. He was almost tempted to skip over the next few steps and claim the Time Lord right then. Almost.

This next bit was just too tempting. He had noticed the Doctor's interest when he was browsing the shop, unaware he was being watched. Pulling on a new pair of gloves, he picked up the little glass tube for the Doctor to see, letting him guess what was coming next.

"Are you ready?"

Breathing hard, the Time Lord opened his mouth again for Jack to take his temperature. But Jack shook his head, tearing open a packet of sterile lubricant. The Doctor swallowed hard, cheeks turning red as he lifted his legs instead, knees spread apart to expose his hole.

"Guess again," Jack said.

The immortal knelt on the bed between his "patient's" legs. Watching the brown eyes go wide, he took hold of the Doctor's length at it's base. The choked sound that escaped showed the excitement the older man tried to hide. Jack just smiled, placing the metal tip of the thermometer at the slit. Teasingly, he ran the tip back and forth, gliding over the opening again and again, making the other man shudder before he finally began to insert the thermometer. He was very gentle as he guided the cold, smooth glass down into the hole, never pushing but letting its own weight take it instead, relishing in the cries coming from above him.

Head thrown back, fighting the urge to thrust with every fiber of his being, the Doctor was helpless to stop the screams of pleasure from escaping. It felt so good. How could it feel this good? He had been curious about it, thought it may be worth a go but he had never imagined it could feel like this. There was very little friction thanks to the amount of lube Jack had used but the cool, smooth feel of it sliding into him, stretching him there, set his nerve endings on fire.

When all but an inch was buried inside, Jack took a bit of medical tape, winding it around the exposed bit of thermometer until he was sure it wouldn't slip all the way in and disappear. It would be a pain and extremely awkward to have to call Martha if that happened. He ran a finger up the underside of the other man's cock.

"There we are," he crooned. "Keep that in for three minutes now."

He moved up the Doctor's body, seeing the flush there and listening to the labored breathing. Jack brushed sweat soaked bangs from his lover's forehead, pressing his lips against the skin there.

"You're doing so well," he praised. "Almost done now. Only two more tests to go."

The Time Lord groaned as he contemplated what they could be. Whatever they were, he hoped at least one of them involved Jack's cock which was now pressing noticeably into his hip. Then he was gone, moving back down the bed, still wearing the blue medical gloves. He took another foil pouch, tearing it open and squeezing the contents onto his fingers this time.

"Now this might be cold, but bear with me."

The Doctor just nodded as Jack knelt between his legs again. His clean hand came to the back of one of the Time Lord's knees, pushing it up to his chest and the Doctor did the same with the other. He gasped as a finger slicked over his opening. It was cold but that didn't matter as that finger moved forward, pushing into him and making him moan. Between his own secretions and the lube Jack had used, there was almost no resistance as that finger was buried to the knuckle. He had very little time to adjust before the digit was gliding in and out of him, stretching him.

A second finger quickly joined the first, pumping inside him and working him open with the most delicious friction. He bit his lip hard, in an attempt to stay quiet as Jack fingered him. The captain moved up to cover his submissive's body with his own, his fingers unyielding as he did.

He took the Time Lord's lower lip between his own teeth, pulling gently until it was freed.

"Look at me," he ordered and the Doctor opened his eyes, the fingers in his ass still keeping a steady rhythm. Jack's voice was almost a growl, his blue eyes stormy with lust and desire piercing into the Doctor's brown ones, shining and dark with pure pleasure and need.

"I want to hear you."

With that one command it was like a dam broke and needy whimpers started pouring from the Time Lord's mouth. Jack smiled, moving his fingers faster just to hear the surprised gasp. He loved his partners to be vocal, to reaffirm that what he was doing to them really did feel good, especially with play like this.

Pulling his fingers free much to the Doctor's protest, Jack moved on to the next toy. It was a barbaric looking thing but that was part of why Jack loved it so much. Once he had found out about them though, there was no stopping him until he owned one. He applied another packet of lube before finally inserting the cold metal of the speculum.

The Doctor gasped as the blunt tip entered him, lifting his head to see what exactly this intruder was. Jack cooed softly to him, stroking his stomach and coaxing him to relax and lie back down, assuring him he knew what he was doing and there was always the safe word if he was legitimately afraid. That put him at ease enough to relax back against the pillows. He trusted Jack. He knew that even though Jack was in charge he got the final say if it became overwhelming and that Jack would accept his limitations.

His trust was only reaffirmed when he heard a click and the tip opened a bit, spreading him wider. Jack watched the Time Lord's face as he gradually opened the speculum more and more. Click by click the ring of muscle yielded and opened, letting him see inside and stretching until the Doctor's toes curled. Satisfied with the inch and a half and knowing his submissive was reaching his limit, Jack locked the mechanism to hold open the entrance.

"What a good boy," he whispered, stroking the backs of the Doctor's thighs. "Such a good boy. Now, let's take a good look at these little extras of yours."

The captain's lips pressed to his thigh. He was so open. He'd never felt so exposed. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. But then those fingers were inside him again and had found the first delectatio just inside. The Doctor moaned aloud as Jack stroked over the bundle of nerves there.

"Ooooh, please sir, please. It feels so good."

Jack just smiled, pressing his fingers harder against the quickly swelling gland. The more he worked at it, the more easily he was able to slip the pads of the intruding digits over it.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes! Please, more."

Begging already and without being asked. There really was a submissive streak in him.

"What if I did this," he asked, sliding his fingers deeper until they reached the second rough patch, working it in much the same way as the first.

The Time Lord's back arched and he keened in ecstasy. The second one felt even better than the first. Jack noted that the deeper he went, the stronger the reaction was. By the time he reached the fourth and final delectatio the Doctor was practically sobbing from the intensity, pulling futilely at the leather bonds around his wrists. Jack spoke to him the entire time, cooing and crooning words of encouragement and praise which only seemed to excite the Time Lord more.

"Times up," he said, removing his fingers to see the Doctor try to buck down onto them again.

He almost wanted to cry as the sweet sensations abandoned him.

"Oh please don't stop. I need...I need," he pleaded to his Dominant.

"Don't worry. I wasn't going to leave you empty."

The speculum came out next, the gaping entrance immediately trying to clamp shut, but Jack was already there. He pushed and a metal ball, about the size of a golf ball, slipped easily inside. He pushed in another, and another, the little gasps from the head of the bed making his cock twitch. One more ball entered and he rose up onto his knees, leaning over the Time Lord and bringing the final one to his lips.

"Open."

He took the ball into his mouth without hesitation, settling it comfortably on his tongue.

"Now," Jack said. "I'm going to take the thermometer out and whatever happens, you hold these in until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

The Doctor nodded enthusiastically. Whatever Jack wanted, he would obey. It had been amazing so far and he didn't want to do anything to upset his Dominant. He needed to come and he wouldn't jeopardize that.

Satisfied, Jack reached down between them, taking hold of the thermometer and slowly easing it out. The Doctor squirmed, finding the removal just as pleasurable as insertion. Standing with the thermometer in hand, Jack pulled a little remote from the tray and turned a dial on it.

The orbs buried in his ass and the one in his mouth began to vibrate and the Doctor arched violently off the bed, toes curling into the sheets and a muffled scream tearing from his throat as all five delectatio and his tongue were stimulated simultaneously. Jack seemed oblivious as he wrote down quite a few notes.

The scrawl of pen on paper was covered by the Time Lord's cries. It took all of Jack's self control to keep from taking out the ball and fucking that sweet mouth. Soon enough. As he wrote down the last of his findings, he pushed the braces off his shoulders. Layer after layer was peeled away until Jack was completely naked, his hard,thick cock red with neglect.

He turned off the balls and the Doctor stilled, covered in sweat and breathing hard and fast. Jack brought his hand down to the quivering hole, nudging his fingers against it.

"Give."

With a push, the first ball popped out into his hand and he placed it on the tray.

"Give."

The next was pushed out into his waiting palm. One by one, each orb was expelled on command and placed on the tray. The one in his mouth was last.

Jack tangled his fingers in the back of the Doctor's hair now, the purple head of his cock brushed against the soft lips.

"Open."

Those lips parted wide and he slid his hard shaft inside the warm, wet mouth. He wanted to be gentle. Truly he did. But he had left himself untouched for so long, he couldn't keep from bucking.

The Time Lord was thankful for respiratory bypass as Jack thrust into his mouth, the thick shaft filling his throat. He swallowed around it, working it as best he could, wanting to please his owner. Jack's hips pumped quickly in and out, repeatedly burying his nose in the soft curls as his owner's hardness rubbed against that bundle of nerves and excited his tongue. The hard length pulled away suddenly.

"Spread your legs," Jack growled, overwhelmed with pent up arousal.

The captain knelt on the bed, pulling the older man's legs up onto his shoulders and lining up his cock before slamming in. The Doctor groaned as he was swiftly and finally filled with the human heat that was Jack. He wiggled his hips in his dominant's lap, needing more. The Time Lord was bent almost double as his dominant leaned over him, pulling out until only the tip was concealed and ramming back into that sweet hole.

"Oh. You're so good," he moaned, pounding into the Doctor.

Pleasured moans and the slap of desperate thrusts filled the room.

"You like that? Huh?"

"Yes! Ahhhh, please captain! I'm so close!"

"Oh, do you wanna come," Jack growled as he angled himself to hit that fourth spot directly.

"Yeah!"

"Do you wanna come for me?"

The Doctor moaned low, nodding and Jack grasped the Time Lord's erection, pumping furiously in time with his thrusts. There was no hope of keeping quiet now.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he called, gripping the leather cuffs as his captain pounded into him.

Jack was teetering on the edge now, release within reach but he needed that one last push. Pressing closer, he covered the Doctor's mouth with his own, his tongue slipping in immediately to lick over the nub there. That did it. The Time Lord's entire body shook, eyes rolling back in his head as his passage clamped down on Jack's erection, sending him into orgasm as well.

Slamming home one final time, as deep as he could get, he emptied himself into the other man, milking every last drop from the cock in his hand.

In all ten of his lives, never had he felt such pleasure. It wracked his thin frame as Jack filled him with his incredibly hot human seed, which only intensified the pure ecstasy coursing through his veins like wild fire. It was all too much and his vision went black.