Chapter 3: Doctor Tyler and Oral Fixation

"How is our patient doing?" Rose jumped immediately into role, when Jack entered her room. She had finished getting herself ready some time ago and had been sat on her bed, waiting for Jack to collect her. The Captain's jaw had become unhinged at the sight of his Rosie and what she had done with herself. The Doctor was going to definitely going to appreciate her efforts. Jack collected himself and handed the chart over, with his medical notes, for her to read.

"He's been understandably nervous and at times slightly ill-compliant, but we were able to work through that together to conduct his tests. I haven't managed to get a urine sample from him. He is currently safely bound up to the treatment chair, in a state of full arousal. He is receiving intermittent urethral vibration. As you requested, I have withheld him from achieving ejaculation. It was necessary to restrain Mister Smith with the standard bindings, as well as a neck-collar, in order to insert the sound. He seemed to settle more with these measures in place.

My main concerns are that his vitals and blood analysis are slightly off kilter from his previously archived records. His body temperature in particular is fluctuating. John Smith isn't as well as he has otherwise been professing to his friends. It seems there may be a slight break down of trust there, or a wall of embarrassment if he has noticed a decline in his own health at all. I believe his systems may benefit from a direct infusion of artron energy. We had better see him right and show to him we have only his best interests in mind."

"Thank you, Nurse," Rose expressed her gratitude, as she went over further information Jack had recorded on the clipboard. Hers lips pressed together in a frown as she took it all in. "It looks like I'll have to run conduct a few added tests of my own. He is also definitely going to need a few different treatments, in this condition. We had better not leave him waiting any longer."

The Doctor was somewhere between agony and bliss. While he had shed no tears, his eyes were wet and on the brink of doing so. With each new vibrating pulse to his urethra, his limits were being pushed to their edge. Between each shock to his system, he tried to catch his breath, but it was ragged and hitching. He needed Rose to come turn the machine off, take the sound out and let him release his building load.

The sound of the mechanical control to the hexagonal med bay door hissing caught the Doctor's attention, as it parted and slid open. Framed by the entrance, was his one and only perfect Rose, in all her pink and yellow glory. It didn't bypass him, the effort she'd taken to iron and curl her golden locks into ringlets that fell around her round face. Her make-up was impeccable and she had done it in a smokey-eyed fashion and dark shades, with popping bright red lips he wanted to taste. The long white coat she wore demanded medical authority, but that was somehow undermined by the satin corset beneath. It pushed up her bust and provided an excellent view of her alluring cleavage. His eyes trailed down. It excited him to spy the stethoscope hanging out from where it had been shoved into the coat's pocket. Suspenders clipped matching knickers to transparent stockings, showing off her shapely legs. High heeled boots gave them an added length. He just knew they'd also add a perk to that fine ass of hers, once that professional looking coat was removed. If only he had movement enough in his bindings to do that for her.

"Hello, Doctor Tyler." 'John Smith' refrained from adding a wolf-whistle to the address, doubting that to be acceptable 'patient behaviour'.

"Hello, Mister Smith," Rose started. She was taken aback from the sight of him in the hospital gown. It had been part of both her and Jack's plan for the role-play, but seeing him swathed its pale bagginess made him look alarmingly pathetic and really did put him in the role of the sick patient. There was also a flush to his cheeks and his skin was clammy looking. Her stomach flipped for him. The neck-brace heightened the sensation in her too.

She had seen him bound up like that before, but he didn't seem too worried about being strapped to this exam chair. Her first instinct would usually be to quickly untie him and profess an escape from whoever had orchestrated the capture. In the past, when he'd been restrained, he had usually been pretty calm and collected about it. It kept his mind clear, in order to conduct an escape plan. Though, he had panicked before, when he had been drugged by his enemy. It depended on the circumstances, of such given situation, as to how he would react.

She reminded herself that this time it was perfectly okay to leave him as he was. It gave her more time than she'd usually have to admire him in the state of bondage. He was helpless to fend off any kind of treatment in this position. He was at the complete mercy of both her own and also the will of Jack Harkness—as long as nobody got pushed too far out of the realms of what was comfortable, that was. They all had a shared safe-word, if it became necessary. Though she knew the Doctor had his limits and boundaries, she didn't imagine the experienced 51st century human could be turned off so easily and doubted Jack would find the need to use it.

The gown had been ungracefully shoved up to bunch beneath the hip strap, exposing the Doctor's genitals. She could see his body was in a full arousal response, looking red, swollen, long and thick. Wiry brown hair covered his pubis. The sound's metal tip was visible from between his cock's slit. It was anchored by a ring around its inflamed head. A coiled wire was clipped to the metal tool inserted into the core of his erection. It was hooked up to a machine on wheels.

Jack had been over the machine's different functions with her and how to use it, during her preparations with the Captain, before this session with the Time Lord. She had enjoyed talking about the different aspects of role-play with her 51st century friend. He had such numerous ideas on the subject, that Rose had to get him to slow down for her. It warmed her how accepting he was of the shared fetish between she and the Doctor and how he was only happy to assist. She had been looking forward to testing a more dominant role in the sexual relationship, but needed that extra push of confidence from Jack to carry through with it.

The two of them had worked out a list of the equipment they would use for the Doctor's examination. Having followed Rose back into the med bay, Jack set about gathering and readying everything on the list in order to assist Rose, who was now in charge of proceedings and had taking to visually inspecting the 'patient'. He was committed to his role as 'nurse' and would look after the Doctor's well being and help Rose take care of him, in any way he was asked to.

Suddenly, the machine whirred back to life again, sending a vibrating pulse through the mechanism, that lead deep into the Doctor's manhood. Rose's stomach flipped again as a the Doctor's doe-eyed expression suddenly morphed into an unmasked grimace. He groaned deeply and shuddered, his muscles contracting within the confines of the tight restraints. His bare feet wiggled, his toes curling. Useless at his sides, the Time Lord's hands balled into fists and unclenched again. It aroused her to see him so taken by the sensation. He looked lost and vulnerable, unable to move, while being stimulated in such an intense and intimate manner, by the 'medical' equipment. It lasted several seconds and then he was able to relax, but appeared groggy from the lingering effects of the treatment.

Rose moved up to him, unraveling the stethoscope from her coat's pocket to put around her neck. "Let's see just how I can help you today."

"Can you take it out?" the Doctor requested. Rose studied the pleading written in his deep brown eyes.

"Take what out, John?" she asked gently, unpinning the front of the gown to provide a better access and view of the Doctor's chest. A dusting of fine hairs stood out on the pale torso. His nipples stuck out in hard nubs, begging to be played with.

"The sound. Please, Doctor Tyler. Its too much." Her heart told her to give in to his pleas, but then her mind kicked in and reminded her that in order to dominate her submissive, they had to let him beg. They were breaking him in. If he truly needed her to stop and reached his limit, he knew the safe-word. Jack had made sure of that point, recording it in his notes. A part of the Doctor clearly wanted to be in pain. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, but he did look quite hot when he was vulnerable. So, Rose didn't answer, just put the stethoscope's ear buds in and held the chest piece to her plump glossy red lips, puffing warm breath over it. A teasing action of seduction and clinical technique. She then placed the round bell onto his chest—where a single heart would reside, in a human. She could hear it pounding quickly, but strong and steadily—proving he wasn't in too bad shape.

There was a faint echo from the second heart of his binary vascular system. They may have been playing that he was ordinary 'John Smith,' but she needed to listen to the second one too and slowly smoothed the instrument over to that side. "What a special and unique body you have. Two hearts! Some of the tests I have planned for you today are likely to be quite physical. Don't worry, Mister Smith. I will make sure your unusual binary vascular system can withstand such exertion." The Doctor tried to nod, but was restricted by the neck brace.

"Thank you, doctor," he expressed aloud.

Rose was leaning over him as she listened him to intimately. His breathing became heavy, as the direct view down into the contents of her corset was an arousing distraction. But frustrating. His hearts beat faster. He so wanted to mouth those tits. If he could just undo that corset, he'd happily suck her heaving flesh mounds and encourage her nipples to harden and perk with his skillful tongue.

"Nurse Harkness. If you could hook up the telemetry?" The Doctor's eyes widened a little, surprised that Rose would want to monitor his heart rhythms in real time. It was taking their cardiophile tendencies an invasive step further. It was difficult for him, however, to accept such a test, as he remained protective over his uncommon physiology and knew the dangers of sharing it. He knew he could trust both Rose and Jack, but he still felt nervous about it for one reason, or another.

"Is that necessary?" the Doctor challenged the decision, when Jack brought over the next machine and started applying the electrodes to both sides of his chest. There were no annoying leads to attach, as the machine was wireless. It was specifically designed to measure the output and health of double Time Lord hearts in actual time.

"Everything in this exam is perfectly necessary, I assure you." Rose couldn't help but stroke down the Doctor's arm in a soothing motion. It looked like he could use some extra support, his expression anxious. She reached into her pocket and took out a cylindrical device and showed it to him. There was a red button at the top. "This is a clicker alarm for you. There is button at the top. I am going to give it you to hold now. If at anytime you need us to pause the exam and are unable to tell us, I want you to press it, got that?" She then put it in the Doctor's hand and curled his fingers around its handle for him.

"Yes, doctor," he responded and Rose caressed his head.

"Thatta boy," she cooed to him and stroked his fringe back from his face, lovingly.

Suddenly, the deep clanging off cloister bells echoed through the ship.

"Oh, no!" the Doctor yelled. "The TARDIS? Somethings gone wrong with the refuel. You need to untie me immediately!" He tried to wriggle in his tightly bound position on the med bay chair.

"We don't." Jack pointed to Rose, and gestured for her to stay where she was. He looked to the Doctor and folded his arms. "You pressed your clicker, didn't you?"

"I might have done," the Doctor half admitted with a timid look on his face. Had he any movement to, he would likely have had his hand worrying the back of his neck, in a tell-tale sign of guilt. "The TARDIS could need my sudden attention at any moment though, so you need to be able to let me free, if that moment arises. If she rejects the refuel at all, she could develop a cascading shut down and start deleting any chamber that isn't the console room. We'd hopefully be deposited back there, but I can't guarantee that. Nor can I guarantee that would be safe for me, if I've got things stuck in me at the time. Namely the sound. That could end catastrophically."

"Okay, we get it. I promise we'll unrestrain you and let you fix your ship, if such an event were to occur. But the TARDIS will be fine. The rift has been stable and its energy should be too." Jack assured.

He felt the Doctor was generating an excuse though, to use as get-out card, without being made to seem weak by simply reaching his limit. He was glad the Doctor had tested the alarm. It was easier for the Doctor to use that than a safe-word, then that was okay. But there was no emergency and he had been testing it. It allowed for their first pause since delving into the play. "Now, press it again and turn off that racket. We have to finish the exam. You can't stay in this condition forever." The Doctor did so and the commotion came to a halt, though he grumbled at the notion of the cloister bells being described as a 'racket'. The TARDIS was quiet again.

"Sorry. I find it hard to resist a big red button."

"Find a way to, Mister Smith. That is for true emergencies only. You should know better," Rose scolded. Although, she should have known he'd be too tempted not to at least test the new toy.

Jack finished attaching the dual heart monitor and it emitted a tone for each beat. A screen recorded the progress of their activity, which could be printed out on a sheet if desired. The Doctor couldn't move his head to look at it. Rose took in the information on the read out, then placed her stethoscope on the Doctor's chest again. "Do you think you can take some deep breaths for me?" she requested.

The Doctor tried to breathe deeply. There was a padded leather binding below his nipple line and another over his hips. His abdomen was able to his expand to fill his lungs with the med bay air. "Good boy," Rose listened for any untoward sounds in his chest. "And again?" The Doctor started to take another breath, but it was stolen from him, as the torturous vibration machine pulsed again. He couldn't groan through the sounding stimulation this time, as he wheezed on empty lungs. The Heart monitor audibly warned the increase in both heart rates.

"Nurse? Could you turn the vibration off, please." Rose sought Jack's aid.

"Yes, doctor," Jack complied, hitting the power switch. He had finished loading up the treatment trolley with the various equipment he and Rose had previously set aside. Unless instructed to assist, he would otherwise stand and observe all further proceedings and keep an eye on the monitors.

The Doctor gasped in air and was able to sigh in relief that the machine had been stopped. Rose continued to listen to his to his chest sounds. He wasn't sure what she would be hearing, feeling a bit addled himself.

"Are you in discomfort, John?" Rose checked. It would be a shame if the play had to come to the end because they'd pushed him too far. It was their goal to find his limit and teeter him on the edge of that, showing he could give in to their care.

"Some."

"Well, I'm just going to give you a rest from the urethral vibration for a while. However, you are going to have to be more accepting of it, as I will need to apply the method again during the examination. Understand?"

"Yes, Doctor Tyler." The Doctor accepted the condition. He was relieved he was allowed the break. He could cope with the stimulation again, as long as it wasn't so constant. It did feel good, but had become so over-stimulating that he lost his senses to it, which was very unnerving and dizzying for him. Having a safety net of if it became too much he could use his alarm or the safe-word and the play would stop gave him the confidence to safely enjoy the feelings. And Jack, he knew, had enough basic medical training to know if he was being put it real danger and wouldn't allow it to carry on.

"Good lad," Rose praised and then caressed his face slightly, noticing he seemed a bit sluggish. "Nurse, I'm going to need a pulse ox on him." Jack collected the finger clip from the trolley. It would monitor the Doctor's basic heart rate, as well as the oxygen saturation level of his blood. He lifted the Doctor's slender hand from where it was restrained at the wrist and held the alarm. He selected the slender middle digit to place the monitor on.

When the numbers came up, they weren't too concerning, despite being slightly off normal. "I'm going to take your blood pressure again, John." Rose had the recording Jack had taken earlier, but chose to repeat the test, should the numbers have changed. Jack handed her the device needed and she fastened its cuff around the Doctor's bicep and above the restraint, placing the stethoscope's bell there also, to listen to the blood whoosh inside him. "Can you tell me how you're feeling?" Rose asked her 'patient', as she pumped her cuff tight around his muscle.

"Fine," the Time Lord responded. The device inflated and then deflated slowly again, releasing its tightness to his limb. Jack made another note of the measurement for the growing record.

"Nurse?" Rose got Jack's attention, once he'd put the chart back down.

"Yes, doctor?" Jack responded.

"I want his blood pressure taken continually."

"Certainly," Jack nodded and set up the equipment to record the Time Lord's vital sign intermittently throughout the exam. When the cuff deflated again on its own, the recording was the same.

"Bring me the Ophthalmoscope?" Rose asked next. Jack handed her the requested device. Rose clicked it on and it shone its light. She leant over the Doctor's face and examined the structures of each of the Doctor's eyes individually.

He couldn't move his head, but tried his best not to squint away from the pestering light. He enjoyed having Rose's face in close proximity with his. Had he not been bound he would have leant up, swiped the instrument from between them and pressed his lips to her passionately. It didn't seem he would have such freedoms returned to him just yet however. Rose then swapped the tool back to Jack for the chart and wrote down some notes of her own, before resting the board down on the Doctor's legs for the time being. She then looked to Jack.

"I want you to set you to set up the EEG."

The Captain nodded and placed wireless electrodes to the Doctor's head as well, so that there was another monitor measuring the electrical pulses of the Time Lord's brain. It was fascinating to watch and they could see there was a lot going on in the Doctor's head right now. They couldn't get distracted by it though.

"My gloves, please, if you will?" Rose requested the ex-con artist. Jack picked out the box of latex gloves in the smaller size, for her petite hands, from the trolley, holding it out for her.

"Thank you, Harkness." Rose had practiced with the sometimes annoyingly problematic mitts earlier and surprised the Doctor, as she snapped them on with quick skill and without clumsily catching any her fingers on the fiddly rubber.

"I need to conduct an oral exam now, John. Could you open your mouth for me? Nice and wide? Nurse, I'll need the tongue depressor and the pen light."

"Right away, Doctor Tyler." Jack replied and fetched her the items, passing them to her, over the Time Lord who had obligingly parted his lips. He was being treated as a bit of 'fetch and carry boy,' but he didn't mind. He was mostly there to supervise and support Rose in her new dominant role. And he would get more of a part to play later. He looked forward to that. Rose took the items with gratitude and activated the powerful little torch.

"I'm going to need you to open wider than that, I'm afraid, John. Come on, say ah?"

"Aaahhh," the Doctor complied and exposed his mouth for her, at the limits having his head and neck restrained would allow. Rose pushed down with the flat wooden stick on the base of his tongue, holding it down uncomfortably, providing an unhindered view of inside the Time Lord's mouth.

"Good boy," Rose cooed to him, praising his actions. She shone her light inside the wet oral cavity, inspection him inside, thoroughly. His teeth all seemed okay upon visual inspection. The internal flesh was a good colour. She then lifted the stick and prodded the back of his throat with it. The Doctor gagged. "Hm, that could become a problem." Rose spoke. "Swab please, nurse?" Jake handed her a cue tip and she stuck that to the back of the Doctor's throat too, though not so roughly. She swept it over the pink and moist lining of flesh, absorbing any mucus there and did some probing with it, testing to see if he might gag again.

The Doctor refrained from gagging by clenching the hand that wasn't bearing a monitor or alarm clicker into a tight fist. "That's better. Aren't you doing well? What a good patient you are for me." Rose removed the wooden instrument from his mouth and gave it to Jack to dispose of.

Thinking this part of the exam was over, the Time Lord shut his gob again. "Uh uh, no you don't. Come on, open?" Rose tapped the side of the Doctor's chin, until he gaped for her again. She hooked two rubberized fingers into the side of his cheek, rolling them and stretching the flesh and then repeated the same action to the other side. She felt each and every one of his teeth, testing them for movement and any indications of pain from him. She then moved in circles with her smooth pads, over the roof of his mouth.

The Doctor wasn't sure what the Londoner was up to, but couldn't resist closing his mouth around the rubber and sucking on it, moaning. "Mister Smith?" Rose paused her exam. "What are you doing? Open your mouth." The orally fixated Time Lord continued to suck though, his lips puckering, as he made satisfied wet noises. His expressionate eyes were challenging her. "You're enjoying that aren't you? Well, I can't stand for that. I need to be examining you."

Rose plucked her hand from the Doctor's mouth. He was reluctant to let her go and the result was a loud 'popping' sound, as she extricated his fingers. "Nurse, have we got the dental gag handy? We'll definitely be needing it."

"I'll find it." Jack went into the store and came back with a glinting metal contraption, that looked a little torturous. Rose noticed how the Doctor's pulse and respiration rate went up and his eyes widened upon seeing the gag.

"Relax, Mister Smith. Its just going to hold your mouth open, so I can examine you."

"No. I don't want that," the Doctor stated, firmly. But he didn't use his safe-word, so had to be playing. She would indulge the submissive.

"I'm afraid you need it. From my initial observation, you've likely got a condition what we in the medical practice refer to as an 'oral fixation,' meaning you get the strong urge to satisfy and placate yourself, using your mouth. Its nothing to be ashamed of. It probably just means that you weren't weaned at the correct time—either had your access to breast-feeding revoked too early, or too late. This can leave life-long cravings that will never be quite fulfilled. Do you ever find yourself licking or sucking on your hands, or other objects, in order to receive gratification?"

"Sometimes," the Doctor admitted, defending, "I can't help it though."

"That would be inline with what I'd expect from someone with this affliction. There are things we can do to help you live a more comfortable life. I cannot prescribe treatment however, without being sure of your oral health first. We don't want to miss anything underlying. This is why its important I perform a full and unhindered exam. The gag is necessary, in order to inhibit your natural urges for self-pacification and let me check you over." She took the gag from Jack and went to fit it. The Doctor wasn't being entirely compliant and both 'Nurse Harkness' and 'Doctor Tyler' had to wrestle with the 'patient's' moving mouth, in order to get it in place.

"Come now, behave, Mister Smith," Jack spoke, as he tried not to get bitten, prying the Time Lord's jaw apart.

"I understand it may cause you frustration, but it won't be for long," Rose soothed and relaxed the Doctor enough that that eventually the metal device was wrapped around the Time Lord's face, holding his oral cavity wide. "There now. See, its not so bad, is it?" The Doctor made untranslatable sound in response. "I can finish my exam now."

Rose did just that, entering him with her medical glove and rolling her fingers over his tongue. He could groan and lick her, but couldn't clamp down and suck like he oh so needed to. "Good boy. That's it. This is much easier now." She slid her digits over his tongue and deep into his mouth.

Rose poked and prodded his tonsils before reaching all the way to the back of his throat, tickling there with her finger tips. The Doctor made a groaning sound around her digits. "You're doing so well, Mister Smith. I know this test might be feeling a little strange, but its important," she informed, as she pulled back slightly. The noise from the heart monitor increased pace again, as she added a third finger.

She probed her three digits, back and forth, sliding over his tongue, to poke his throat. She then added an fourth finger for a few more thrusts. His wide brown eyes pierced her with his anxious gaze, as she slipped in her thumb as well, folding her outstretched fingers together. She started to plunder his mouth and part of his throat, with her rubberised hand. He made a muffled noise, as she went deeper, but he didn't press his alarm. The heart monitor conveyed that he was a having strong reaction, as she continued to hand fuck his wet cavern. Choked gurgling surrounded her palm.

"His oxygen levels are starting to dip," said Jack after several minutes of 'examination.' He'd been keeping a close eye on the monitors. Rose took her eyes off the 'patient' to look at the Captain, but continued to deep throat the Time Lord.

"They kept stable longer than I would have thought. Must be some sort of respiratory bypass coming into play and becoming depleted. His lung capacity is second to none. He hasn't received his full though. I need to keep up the oral friction test a while longer. He is benefiting from it. A mild choking shouldn't harm him, but may help with his gag control. Be ready to provide oxygen when I pull out." Jack nodded and got the oxygen canister with the humanoid fitting face mask on stand by, as Rose continued with her ministrations.

When the Doctor's expression showed he was reeling, Rose became satisfied and slipped back out of him. She was a bit surprised he hadn't pressed his alarm. It was clearly more enjoyable for him than she'd anticipated. she imagined it wasn't often the Doctor's oxygen level got pushed to extremes. He must have felt safe in order to test himself like this.

The Doctor spluttered as she withdrew her hand and then the gag. He enjoyed having his oral fixation satisfied and the head spinning sensation of losing air while being aroused, but that had been bordering on the edges of his tolerance levels. A moment longer and he was sure to have put a stop to it. He was thankful for the mask Jack slipped over his face. Rose cooed encouragingly to the Doctor, as he gasped in the oxygen rich air, hungrily. "I'm so proud of your patience. I know that wasn't easy to take. You've done so well for me."

Her latex glove was covered with the Time Lord's saliva and she tugged it off, so it was inside out and gave it to Jack to throw away. Taking up the chart again, she scrawled more notations in her neat cursive hand-writing, that was far more legible than most medical professionals and fancier looking than Jack's disjointed scratchings. They waited for the Doctor's vitals to stabilise and his complexion to return, before moving forward with the exam at all.