Chapter 6: Confrontation and Treatment (the one where they do it)

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? All that panic you caused me, when you changed and got so sick, you knew how worried I got for you. Yet, you've been hiding your medical condition from me?"

"Its not a condition," the Doctor countered.

"Bollocks." Rose called immediate bullshit on the lousy statement.

"Look, regeneration is not an exact science. Sometimes it goes wrong, and you've been witness to that. And I, myself, have never had much luck with it. It takes me longer to recover than it usually did for other Time Lords. And because of that, I run the risk of further complications. Namely, the neural implosion I suffered at Christmas—"

"Exactly! You had something go on in your brain and you've not shared that you're still having problems?"

"Rose," Jack tried to calm the riled up Londoner. "Let him finish." Rose grudgingly quietened, but folded her arms over her corseted chest.

"Thank you, Jack, Rose," the Doctor appreciated being given the moment to explain himself. He would have nodded to them if he had been able to move his head and neck at all. Somehow, being strapped up gave him more confidence to speak openly and honestly than he might have done otherwise. Maybe because he was still somewhat at their mercy. Though he didn't think asking to be let free would go down well just now, even if the role-play was paused.

He owed them an explanation and he did want to continue their activities. He needed to cum. "The Time Lord brain is much more resilient than that of a human. I don't mean any offence by that, its true. For human brains and bodies, for that matter, that encounter trauma, it takes much longer to recover completely—if its achievable at all. I should have recovered quickly and completely, but each body of mine reacts differently to the stress of complete cellular regeneration. This latest one does seem a bit more vulnerable than others I've had in the past.

Jackie's tea helped to repair any damage from the neural event, caused by early arousal from healing coma and energy overload. However, having my hand severed as well, I had to use any remaining residual energy to grow a new one. That is the energy that would otherwise helped to sustain me and aid my recover. As it happens, my body has had to work extra hard to compensate for that loss of energy and build back a base level in my cells.

I'm failing to stabilise at a normal rate. The energy level has been fluctuating, occasionally surging and plummeting, which leaves me either hyper and manic, or drained and restless. I didn't tell you, because it will eventually sort itself out. It will just take time. With all that's happened since, there's been little chance for rest too. I don't lead an ordinary life for a Time Lord and sometimes those pressures can take their toll." The Doctor spilled the details of his current health in as simplified detail as could offer.

"I've got your hand in a jar," Jack stated. I kept it as Torchwood property, since it was found after the sword fight. "Can it be used to help at all."

"Its a nice thought, but no. Its just a hand now."

"What about Jack's energy?" Rose questioned. "The TARDIS seemed to think it would help."

"Did she now?" the Doctor replied, left eyebrow quirking. "It would be just like her to conspire against me, for the good of my well-being." He smiled fondly and the sighed, answering, "Yes and no. The huon and or artron based energy in Jack is a derivative of Time Lord energy. The two aren't always necessarily mutually exclusive. In this case though, it might help give my body a boost back into correct function. Actually, if the TARDIS thinks so, it most probably will. She was partly responsible for Jack's new-found life force and is powered by much of the same type of energy."

"So if I cum inside you, it'll shock you back into health?" Jack checked his understanding, grinning at just the question he'd got to use. The Doctor rolled his eyes at the Captain, but still answered him.

"It is certainly one type of delivery method that should work. It won't exactly 'shock me into health,' as you put it. Because the energy isn't completely compatible, it'll take my body some time to assimilate it and uptake it to my cells. I'll probably need some peace and quiet for a while after and make sure that I do rest, until that has been properly achieved. We wouldn't be doing any travelling for a few days at least, sorry."

"Don't worry about that Doctor. If you need to be laid up for a while, to get better, just take as long as you need," Jack accepted. "Rose and I don't mind, do we Rose?"

"Of course not. It might be a nice change of pace to just drift in the TARDIS a while longer anyway," Rose concluded.

"See?" said Jack. "We're here for you, Doc. Anything you need to help you regain your strength and we'll be here for you."

"Rose?" the Doctor started. "You're not still upset, are you? Please don't be?"

"I just wish you would've told me earlier that you needed to rest more. We could've stayed at Mum's longer and got some more decent meals into you. You let me think you were absolutely fine and ready to hop from one adventure, to the next. I should've been making sure you were eating properly and getting enough sleep and drinking plenty of tea and all that. But, I had no reason to, because I didn't know, did I? You have to let me know when it is you need taking care of. Its clear you're useless at doing it for yourself. I'm not going to be offended if you say you need some down-time, you know?"

"Rose, I'm sorry. I was just so happy that you agreed to keep travelling with me at all. I've had to learn about and accept my new self as much as you have and I didn't want you to get fed up or disappointed by me, because I'm weaker than in my last body." The Doctor's eyes grew wet and it looked as if he might begin to cry.

"I don't think you're weak, Doctor," she caressed his restrained head, realising he needed comfort and planting a kiss in the space between the electrodes monitoring his brain function. "That's the last thing I'd think of you, believe me. You're the strongest man I know."

"I second that," Jack countered, putting his hand on the Doctor's, gently squeezing it.

The Time Lord looked between his two loving companions and a tear almost did track down his cheek. But it was only because he knew how much his friends loved, cared and looked out for him. He sniffed. He wasn't going to cry.

"Thank you."

The humans took that as their cue to hug the Time Lord. It was a bit awkward, with him still in his submissive patient position, but they managed and the Doctor sighed. He could feel Jack's hardness digging into his hip and smelled Rose's less obvious arousal. There was still a high degree anticipation between the threesome of what was going to happen next. "Is it alright if we continue now, Rose?" the Doctor asked, hoping.

"Yeah," his pink and yellow companion answered, "But first..." she took his head in her hands and, closing her thickly made-up eyes, she kissed him on the lips. It was not something she'd got to do as his 'doctor' and both Time Lord and companion momentarily lost themselves in the passion of it, tongues dancing and fighting for power. Eventually needing to breathe, Rose brought the snog to an end. "I'm glad we had this talk."

"Me too."

"Oi, where's mine?" Jack pretended to pout, that he'd not got a snog too.

Rose giggled, but then a cheeky look crossed her and she grabbed the front of the red scrub shirt he wore, pulling him down into a surprise kiss as well. The immortal responded by closing his eyes and snogging her back. He tasted differently to the Doctor, who'd been flavoured of rubber from her gloves, with a hint of banana and spearmint. The Captain was spicy on her toungue. Their techniques were different too. While both men were equally enthusiastic, the Captain was slower and rougher, when the Doctor was swift and gentle. Rose kept her eyes open, choosing to side glance instead to her bound lover, spying for his reaction. The Doctor looked a little green in the eyes, but he was smirking, clearly finding some satisfaction at the sight. Pulling away from Jack, she asked the Time Lord, "Did you want a Captain kiss too?"

"Why not?" the Doctor decided and might have shrugged it were possible. Jack seized the opportunity and his lips collided with the Doctor's. Rose enjoyed watching her boys snog, but wanted to move on with the play and didn't let it drag out.

"Okay, that's quite enough Jack. We've got a 'patient' to look after, after all."

"Yeah," spoke the Captain, pulling away.

"Pears..."

She stepped back from the Doctor and gestured for Jack to do the same. "Do you consent to an energy transfusion from Nurse Harkness?"

"Sure," the Doctor responded, eagerly.

Jack reached for the lubricant and began oiling his shaft, still tingling from the Time Lord's kiss. He had one from two of the Doctor's mouths now. He'd hopefully be able to add more to that score in future.

"Excellent," commented Rose. "The Nurse's erection is obvious of satisfactory size for you. And you know what's good for you—that is, surrendering matters of your health onto your trusted medics." She turned to Jack. "Are you ready to conduct the transfusion, Nurse?"

"Hang on," stalled Jack. He made sure the exam couch was at just the right height for his body to penetrate the Time Lord adequately. Taking some deep breaths, he palmed his balls until his genitalia started to glow slightly. "Yep, good to go."

"Alright, in that case, Harkness, wait there a moment?" Rose got the Captain to remain where he was and not start anything, while she went to the cupboard. Earlier, she had stowed an extra item, for such an event. Bringing it back to Jack, she unraveled what revealed to be another patient's gown. "Seeing as you're giving a donation that makes you my patient, as well. So, strip off and change into this, please, if you would?"

Jack was all too eager to his kit off, showing off his broad hairless frame. He felt no less comfortable in the gown, than he had done in the scrubs, nude or otherwise. He liked that it switched up his role slightly though and put him on a slightly more even playing field with the Doctor—without all the 'special treatment.' He was giving Rose more power over the both of them, by wearing it. He guessed that she found that kind of thing enjoyable—having medically themed sexual authority. The garment also gave her a lovely view of his behind and that had to be a bonus for anybody. He'd give her a show.

"I'm going to be here to watch and supervise, alright John?" Rose told the Doctor, as Jack hiked up the gown overtop his boner and took position between the Doctor's legs.

"Thank you, Doctor Tyler," the Doctor squeaked—hardly able to believe that he was going to let the ex-conman take him like this. Jack had gloves on and was smearing lube between the cheeks of his rump. Now he was opening him with his thumb and guiding his rock hard phallus to press against his hole.

"Just relax," the immortal spoke, putting his hands on his partner's raised thighs. He rubbed the head of his boner back and forth, until the Time Lord's butt hole puckered nice and receptively. "Okay," Jack pushed forward, easing the tip in, making the Doctor cry out. He let his submissive adjust to him, knowing he was thick. "Good boy," Jack praised and pushed himself further through the sphincter muscle of the Doctor's anus.

"That's it, take it. You're doing so well. The both of you can be compliant well-behaved patients when you choose to be," Rose encouraged from where she was standing watch. She had snapped a set of clean gloves on. Bypassing her knickers, she enjoyed stroking the clinical rubber over her wet folds and teasing her clit, as her good friend penetrated her lover. "This is a very unselfish act for you, nurse, to make donation from your own body like this. The energy is only wasted in you though. It is going to be put to much better use inside Mister John Smith here.

You need this, John. So just try and relax. The nurse is going to have you fill you completely and then you're gonna feel quite a bit of friction, as he primes the energy for delivery. don't be alarmed if it seems like the nurse is enjoying himself. That is normal during a donation like this. And necessary, for this to be a success. As for what you may experience, a bit of pain can be normal, but on the whole it should feel quite good for you. Especially with how you responded to my rectal exam.

Its clear you have a strong desire for intercourse that is anal. And you've had plenty of preparation to both the anus and rectal cavity so far. So, just go with it. The treatment may become overwhelming, but hopefully only in a good way. If anything is too painful or you need us to stop for any reason, you've got your alarm there. Once the transfusion reaches you its going to start working to make you better. We're going to keep you in the clinic, under our care for as long as it takes for you to feel better. So just submit to the treatment. That's the way. You're such a good boy."

Jack felt hot inside his bum. The difference between both Time Lord and artron-infused human body temperatures was readily apparent. The Doctor was thankful that instead of forcing himself in, like Jack could have done, he was slow and methodical, as he slid his nine inch member inside. Rose spoke to them both gently and that was relaxing. Having her watch him take Jack's thick member into his prone body was incredibly sensual. She seemed to be enjoying the scene just as much.

It felt good to be filled by his immortal human heat. He let his satisfaction be known, by moaning. He vocalised, mostly, for the benefit of Rose. He knew she liked the sound of his voice, he was quite fond of it himself. He also knew she was currently masturbating to the site of he and Jack coupling for the first time. He could have smelt her a mile away. The wafting aroma was heady and he wanted to taste it from the source.

"So cool," Jack murmured, entering his unrequited love for the first time. While he was happy to be able to help the Doctor, the chance to finally drill into the Doctor's excellent bottom made him happier—although he was only halfway in yet. And his 'new bottom', he should say, as it was a different ass of the Doctor's he'd fantasised about nailing, until recently and finding out he'd regenerated. "Your body temperature feels so unreal."

"I'm glad you like it," breathed the Doctor, adding, "Nurse." He grunted, as Jack pushed in and out slightly, without penetrating fully yet. They both groaned at the pleasant friction.

"Yeah, you're such a good patient," commented Jack. Pushing inside the Doctor more, he slid back again to thrust in further, until he was finally balls deep in the ass of the Oncoming Storm. He allowed them both time to get used to being joined like this, unsure when or if the opportunity would ever arise again. It was just a pity they only had one position to work with. "Are you feeling sufficiently full there, Mister Smith?" he teased, attempting to grind slightly.

"Mmfh," the Doctor reacted to the sensation.

"Use your words John," Rose insisted. "Tell the Nurse how you're feeling."

"So full," the Doctor elaborated. "So hot inside me." Jack rewarded him by pulling out enough to thrust directly against the Time Lord's prostate.

"Aaahhh!" the Gallifreyan groaned. Jack was breathing heavy with the stimulation of thrusting himself into the cool velvety rectum and did it again, moaning as well. He soon set up a steady rhythm of pumping through the Doctor's slick hole. It puckered so exquisitely around him. The Time Lord knew how to flex his muscles, to deliver Jack heightened sensation. Jack returned the favour by honing in on the Time Lord's prostate, plundering it for its pleasures.

'Doctor Tyler' decided it was the perfect time to broach another part of her 'patient's' treatment plan. She picked up the clipboard, flicking over the page.

"You must know, John, from the Nurse's initial notations, your body mass is much lower than is otherwise healthy for you."

"Oh?" the Doctor wasn't sure he wanted to talk about his weight, while Jack was pumping in and out of his asshole like this.

"Yes, are you eating sufficiently each day?"

"Um? Oh! Maybe?"

"Hmm," Rose tutted. "That sounds like a no. You lead a demanding life Mister Smith. You require a large amount of nutrients and energy. If you don't get this, your body will break down and waste away."

"Er, okay," the Doctor accepted, hoping Rose would leave it at that.

"I'm going to give you something for your body to feed on for the moment, until we can establish a more nutritious diet plan for you." She reached into herself again and swept up a generous amount of her juices, before offering her wet rubber glove to him. "Suck on this for me." The Doctor opened his mouth and let her stick her fingers inside, so he could sample her salty cream. He moaned around her fingers, at the taste of Rose and the feeling of Jack giving him a thorough bumming. "Good boy." She caressed his strapped down head. "You're really licking me, aren't you. Is that tasty?" The Doctor made a noise around her fingers, before popping his lips off, indicating he had finished and she withdrew.

"More," he requested, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Yes, you need it don't you?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Very well." Rose adjusted the exam couch, so the Doctor was reclined further, though still with legs up. She then activated the machine to vibrate the sound inside the Doctor in pulses, before climbing up onto the couch, so she was hovered over him. She revealed to her anally and urethrally stimulated 'patient' that her knickers were indeed crotchless.

"Oh, yes!" the Doctor exclaimed at this new found detail,. It was almost enough to distract him from the thrilling pain inside his hard cock and the Captain driving his meat deep up his bum. He knew she was going to sit on his face and he wanted her to. "Gimme."

Rose gave in to her 'patient's' wishes and her own desires as she positioned herself, so that his lips were kissed to the lips of her vulva. He couldn't move his head, but his mouth had complete freedom. He licked across her hot sex swiftly. She rocked on him, crying out and bared her clit to him. He sucked on the protruding nub, pacifying himself and pleasuring his Rose. Fisting her hands into his thick brown hair, she groped for some sort of purchase to ground her. The nerve endings this sparked off in the Doctor's scalp drove him wild and he changed his mouth's technique accordingly. He treated her pussy like it was her mouth, plundering it passionately, with his lips and tongue. The Doctor putting his 'oral fixation' to good use, while bound to the treatment chair and getting fucked right up his ass, beneath her left Rose moaning barely coherent curse words.

Hearing Rose succumbing to the Doctor's ministrations stirred Jack's desire only further and he pounded into the Doctor's passage, harder and faster. This only drove the Doctor to work more diligently at pleasuring his precious Rose. Jack wondered exactly how he could be using his mouth on her to elicit such noises. Reaching up, the Captain flicked the loose back of Rose's white coat over, to reveal her rear bumper, round and perfect. What distracted him however was that the panties she had chosen to wear. They were especially exposing.

"Doctor Tyler!" he growled, surprised and aroused by her choice in attire. He grabbed her bum, parted her cheeks and leant into it, licking the hole that was bared to him.

"Ah, oh, Nurse!" Rose gasped, as both her entrances were lapped upon by her boys. She wasn't about to reprimand Jack though. Instead, she reached back and gripped his dark hair as well, urging him on. Throwing her head back, she moaned deeply—reveling at the delight of two wet tongues working her. A knot was building in the bottom her stomach, getting tighter, her need to release growing more urgent.

Hearing Rose exclaim Jack's role play title sparked a jealous rivalry within the Doctor. He assumed the ex-con artist was likely pleasuring his Rose somehow as well. Jack was not about to outdo him. He swirled his tongue and danced with it on and in Rose manically, bringing her to a blinding climax. When she called his name this time, he couldn't help but feel smug, as he lapped up the result of his ministrations

"Good boy," she spoke to him and smoothed her fingers over his ear lobe, making him purr against her flesh. "Eat it all up now." He began his oral tryst all over again, with new born frenzy.

Jack didn't let up on her ass either, but wanted to try something else. He took a hand off her ass and reached out for the machine's probe, which he'd already steralised. He couldn't reach the lubricant, so when he turned it on, he simply held it to vibrate the outside of Rose's ass. He knew the sensations Rose was experiencing were likely ecstasy-inducing, despite not being especially penetrative in nature. The Doctor heard the buzzing and knew what Jack must be doing to Rose when she started to scream.

The Time Lord had committed, to memory, Rose's different screams and this particular one wasn't of fear, or pain, but of pleasant surprise. Tautly, he stuck his tongue into her as deep it would go, waggled it within her and thrust it and out of, before zeroing in on her clitoris. Her screams wavered and rose in pitch, that was a shared effort on both his and Jack's parts.

The three of them formed a hot sweaty, panting, groaning, screaming, triangle of pleasure-inducing sex that didn't let up, as it seemed they each were trying to outdo each other. The sound of bare skin slapping could be heard, as the immortal repeatedly pounded his rock hardness into the Time Lord's quivering asshole. Wet slurps came from him, as he stimulated and rimmed Rose Tyler's bottom with his mouth, interchanged only by the vibrating of the bulbous toy against her anal flesh. Rose was near enough sitting on the Doctor's face, pacifying his 'oral fixation'. The Galifreyan was strapped to the medical chair, in a vulnerable position, legs spread and making the most of the use of his mouth to pleasure Rose. Every moment or so, he made ever more strangulated sounds, as, in time with the probe on Rose's asshole, the motor powered machine whirred into life and pulsed the rod in his eleven inch erection with vibration and then clicked off again, only have the cycle repeated moments later.

Jack had done some things in time, but he didn't think he'd ever participated in anything quite as hot as this. He loved the Doctor and he loved Rose. Though he knew that love would never be returned romantically, this would absolutely do for him. Life didn't really get much better than this. These thoughts tipped him over the edge and he roared, pouring all his love and energy and hot seed into the Doctor, seeing nothing but stars.

Hearing and feeling his 'nurse' climax, urged the Doctor into a third dry orgasm, as he was still prevented from ejaculating properly. His ass clamped down on Jack's member, with his body's involuntary contractions. The tightness encouraged more of the Captain's heated load to spill into him. It was so hot inside his Gallifreyan rectal cavity and he was so dizzy and so happy from cumming, without actually, well, cumming. He thought if he weren't strapped down and pinned by Rose's fragrant pussy on his face, he might very well float up away into the ceiling.

Very aware that both anal sex-engaging men had reached orgasm, Rose's pleasure spiked as well. It was strong, but she had enough sense to grip the head of the couch, so as not to slip and injure the Doctor, as the sensation spread throughout her body. It was breath-taking and mesmirising. She never wanted to forget this moment. Brought to climax by the immortal 'nurse' and alien 'patient,' she had so effectively dominated. It was definitely a victory she could be proud of.

Jack withdrew his softening dick from the Doctor, but was quick to replace it with the firm rubbery butt plug. He didn't want any of the healing energy to spill out backward. As he effectively corked the Time Lord, the thought occurred to him. He was also preventing his own cum up from leaking out. The fact that a bit of himself would remain within the travelling man a bit longer appealed to him a lot.

The immortal regarded the Time Lord's stiffened, engorged, twitching, phallus and the visible metal tip of the sound that stuffed him. The cock ring that anchored in place was tight around the shaft's head, forming a bottleneck that had to be painful. He felt sympathy towards the submissive. The contraption would need to come out soon though.

The intensity of play the Doctor had willingly accepted without calling the safe-word was impressive to say the least. Rose and Jack had wanted to push him to his limits—find out what he was made of. They had definitely broken him in and he had handled it surprisingly well. Clearly there was a strong submissive streak underneath the strong sense of control the Time Lord usually demanded.

As the Captain thought this, the Time Lord's erect cock twitched ever more so, as another vibrating pulse reverberated throughout its entirety. The Doctor yelped in response to the onslaught. Jack cleared his throat.

"Doctor Tyler?"

"Wha-?" came Rose's reply, shaking herself from her post coital haze. "Yeah? Yes, um, Nurse?"

"The transfusion is complete. The patient requires some attention here."

"Right, yes, okay." Rose clambered out from her position over the Doctor and got off the exam couch. "Let's see now," she spoke, inspecting the condition of her 'patient.' She could see that his cheeks were glistening with wetness from her pussy. It was quite a sight to behold and was easily distracting. She checked herself and turned her attentions to his lower half. She could see Jack had inserted the plug again, which was probably all too right. The Doctor's plumbing was in disarray. She would sort him out. Her hands went to his balls first, groping and caressing them in equal measure. She moved up his crotch, pressing into the size of him, then giving his foreskin a roll and his head a pinch, with her medical glove. Her rubbery touch to his overly sensitive region was making him whimper.

The Doctor could feel himself fizzing with brand new energy. It was the feeling that made him want to bounce off the walls, but he knew he should rest instead and not do anything that was going to end up draining. There was another presence at his hole and he experienced the familiar sensation of the plug being pushed in. Both the speculum earlier and Jack's girth just now had expanded him. The toy was quickly accepted into his backside. It felt comforting having something to clench around and pacify his needy hole. While the sound remained in place and he was still receiving vibing blasts that sapped him of his resolve, he knew the play wasn't over.

Both disappointment and relief came to the Doctor's mind, when Rose clambered off of him. He could still taste her though, her cum lingered in his mouth and grew sticky on his face. Once again, she had switched, from the realms of close and intimate, to cold and clinical kink, as she closely scrutinised his manhood. He wasn't about to complain. She hoped he was going to let him give his sample now. The dry orgasms had provided moments of exquisite relief, for sure, but the pressure from maintaining arousal throughout, made his abdomen and balls feel tight, craving release.

Speaking of balls, she was touching those again now too. Fondling them, no less. Her rubbery touch on him was welcoming, but breathtaking. Feeble whimpers left his mouth—the same mouth that tasted, so strongly, of Rose Tyler. And the very same Rose Tyler that was now prodding his length, in that clinical fashion, which fulfilled his fetish.

"You're alright, good boy, John." Her soothing voice only lead to excite him more. She fingered the sound peaking from his slit and the metal ring that indented into his engorgement. "I think you're ready to have this off now, aren't you?" she asked, sweetly.

"Please, please. I need to come," the submissive 'patient' begged.

"That's right, you're going to give me a nice big sperm sample." She beckoned to Jack, who made sure the machine's vibration setting was powered off again and then gathered up a sample pot, ready. "However, you are not to cum until you are told. As your medical practitioner, I have the power over when and when not you are to ejaculate, understand?"

"Yes, Doctor Tyler," the Doctor whined. "I'll try my best."

"No, I don't want any of this 'try' business. Get some control over yourself. You should be more than capable of holding your ejaculate in. You just have to put your mind to it. You have strong mind, Mister smith. We've been monitoring its output and can see that clearly."

"Yeah," the Time Lord acknowledged.

"Okay, Mister Smith. This may hurt, so I'm going to need you to be brave and take some deep breaths, alright?" The Doctor gulped in a few lungfuls of air in response, but they were lost on a roar, as Rose attempted to push the tight steel ring over his swollen head. Rose stopped. She didn't want to hurt him too much.

"Its alright. Keep going," the Doctor insisted, once he caught his breath. He knew it was going to be painful, but he was going to feel so much better when it was off. Rose was still hesitant though. She needed more guidance in order to keep in control.

"Can I suggest, Doctor Tyler," Jack chimed in, "That we provide Mister Smith with some more oxygen for this procedure?"

"Yes," Rose answered and nodded. "John, the Nurse is just going to put the mask back on you. I want you to breathe nice and deeply into it." Jack hooked up the oxygen feed again. It wasn't possible to put the head strap on, but he held it in place, over the Doctor's nose and mouth. The Time Lord's face had paled with the pain earlier, so that the dotting of freckles stood out on his cheeks. After a little while of breathing the increased O² however, his complexion started to come back. Rose was prepared to try again now. She had the confidence to be a bit more forceful too.

The oxygen pumping through the mask smelt clean and made his mouth dry and his head spin. He enjoyed the sensation and focused on that. It made the pain of Rose slipping his thick head through the narrow ring much more bearable, despite still having to cry into the mask. He could hear Rose speaking encouraging words to him though and that helped him through the ordeal.

"Good boy. That was such a fantastic effort Mister Smith. You did so well," Rose congratulated her 'patient,' as she popped the ring off. She let its weight fall into her hand and would use it as a grip for the next phase of the 'procedure.' "I need to take the sound out now. This should be easier than the insertion, as your urethra is well used to the stretch and has had a good wobble about in there. It may feel like you have to ejaculate, but don't. Just hold on and stay relaxed for me. Here we go."

The Doctor moaned as Rose started to guide the sound out. His cock twitched and encouraged withdrawal of the foreign body. He gasped however when Rose let it slide a way back into him. She did this several times, as she moved the piece out slowly. It felt unreal. It felt as though he was experiencing the thrusts of intercourse, inside his dick! It set his nerve endings ablaze. His breathing became quick and laboured, but he was still receiving the oxygen—Jack was making sure of that.

"That's it. What a champ. Thatta boy," the immortal 'nurse' spoke gently. The Doctor's vision seemed clouded, but out of the fog, his friend shone as bright as ever. The Doctor found that the manner in which time bent around his unique friend surprisingly easier to focus on now. It was strangely calming. He felt a new acceptance for his companion in Gallifreyan scrubs. He used this notion to ground his inhibitions and find the strength not to come, as Rose moved the sound in one last smooth stroke and then freed him from it.

"There now, how's that feeling Mister Smith?" Rose asked. Jack removed the mask so the Doctor's answer could be heard clearly and turned off the gas feed, as it was no longer needed.

"Better," the Doctor replied.

"You're not experiencing any discomfort?" 'Doctor Tyler'checked. "You need to tell us if anything doesn't feel right, so we can help. Its what we're here for."

"Um, it is actually burning a bit."

"Okay. That is an expected side effect. Don't worry. Now that you've told us, we can give you something to help." Jack handed her the syringe with a cone shaped needle and she directed it to the Doctor's slit. "This should feel quite nice," she informed, before depressing the plunger.

"Oh, yeah, that does feel nice. Fuck, that's good," the Doctor moaned as his urethra was injected and filled with a coolant that soothed and numbed him slightly.

"Its good I could do that for you. Now when you give me my sample its not going to burn you further."

"Thank you, Doctor Tyler."

"That's quite alright. Like I said, you deserve only the best of care. That's where this machine is going to come in again." Rose tapped on the box with the motor in it, that up until now had been used to cause urethral and probe vibration. She turned it on again, but changed the settings and took out a different kind of attachment. It was a circular cuff. She showed it to him, so that he could see it had a padded rubber interior. When the machine whirred, it pumped and closed in tightly and back out again, like it was breathing. "I'm just going to slip this over your penis. You're going to feel pressure, but that too should feel quite nice too. I'll just let the nurse prepare you first."

Jack squirted more lubricant to dribble over the Doctor's cock and balls, rubbing and smearing it diligently, only pulling at the skin slightly with his latex gloves, until he was slippery and the friction was minimal. Then Rose was putting the cuff over him. It felt as though his head was being swallowed and he could imagine it was 'Doctor' Tyler's mouth closing around him, sucking him. As she slid it further down, he noted the similarities to the feel of the blood pressure cuff on strapped to his bicep, as they both equally pumped on him at different speeds. It was frustratingly blissful and he was happy to be brought this way.

"Doctor Tyler, permission to come?" the 'patient' requested, after Rose had played his needy length with it for some time, focusing mainly on its head.

"Yes, I think you've earned it," Rose mused, smiling at how the Doctor had asked for release so politely. Jack held the sample pot and was ready to catch the Time Lord's gloppy spunk, as it erupted in several thick streams while he groaned deeply and his muscles strained to arch. Rose could clearly see a dramatic change to the Time Lord's brain waves, when she cast eyes briefly to the monitor. It was fascinating. Then she looked back to to the physical result his body was producing. "What a nice big sample you're giving us? Blimey, that's a lot! It must have really been building up in there. It just keeps going! We might need another pot."

Everything was spinning, in a dizzying array. The phrase 'Earth-moving' came to mind, but for him that didn't quite apply. For one, they were on board the TARDIS, drifting in deep space, not grounded on any sort of planet. And for two, he was used to feeling the turn of the Earth, spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet hurling around the sun at sixty-seven miles per hour. Falling through space. Yet, he imagined what he felt right now probably attributed to the feeling of an ordinary human being, experienced that for the first time. It was intense and time-stopping. Suddenly there were no more impossibilities and everything that otherwise made him a Time Lord ceased to be. What is, what was, what could be, what must not—it was inconsequential, without impact. For a brief moment he forgot his own name. It could very well have been 'John Smith,' for all he knew. For several seconds he was lost to this sensation. It was blissful. He didn't have single care in all the universe.

Rose grabbed another container and collected the last of what the Oncoming Storm had do give, before his body went slack and his dick became flaccid again. "Good boy," Rose spoke softly, rubbing his arm in a soothing motion. "You've done so well."

Rose took both sample containers of the Doctor's sperm, capping and labeling them herself. She put one to test and the other into cold storage.

'Nurse' Jack Harkness had been instructed by 'Doctor Tyler' to make sure their patient was comfortable, so set about unfastening the Time Lord's restraints and removing the nipple clamps, electrodes and monitors. The Doctor just murmured quietly, as he was set free again. Jack took off the neck brace last and immediately the Doctor's head sagged. He was tuckered out. Jack fastened up the hospital gown, so it covered him properly again, before tucking his arms under the travelling man and lifted him easily.

"Wha-?" The Doctor stirred at the motion of being picked up.

"You're alright, Doc. Just go to sleep. I'm just moving you from the exam couch to one of the more comfortable beds."

"'Kay," the Doctor accepted, wrapping his hands behind the Captain's neck and nestling into his shoulder, making the immortal chuckle at how affectionate the Doctor was in his sleepiness. He carried the Time Lord down to the nearest medical bay bed and flicked the blankets back, before laying his precious cargo down gently.

"I'll be right back," Jack whispered and returned shortly with a drip stand, bag of solution, IV equipment, a dish of soap-less cleanser, a sponge and a towel. Rubbing the Doctor's shoulder, he roused the Time Lord enough to inform that he was going attach a nutrient drip to take the strain off his recovering system, as his body chemistry stabilised and then give a bed bath. Jack used his skill as a field medic to insert the IV. The Doctor took the needle wordlessly, accepting the treatment.

Captain Jack then gave the Doctor's face and neck a wiping down, freshening him up, before starting on the complete bed bath. He put the towel on the pillow and used the cleanser in the Doctor's hair, giving that a clean. He set about performing a deep scalp massage and then enjoyed playing with the thick strands of hair, spiking them up, just how he liked it.

He picked up and turned the Gallifreyan's pale slender limbs, to wash underneath with the soft wet material. He opened the Doctor's gown and washed his shoulders, chest, stomach and down to his groin. The Doctor was spent and did not react when the Captain wiped his genitals down. He wrung the sponge out and dipped it back into the cleanser, before easing the Time Lord over and scrubbing his back and then his ass cheeks. The open design of the gown provided easy access.

"You're so good to me Jack," the Doctor spoke, out of the blue. "I do love you, you know. I never acknowledged how special you are, did I? I thought your immortality made you wrong, but it doesn't. It makes you special and unique. The only one like you in all of existence."

"You and me both, Doctor," Jack replied, slightly choked up by the Doctor's words, but respecting that he was vulnerable right now and desperately needed to sleep. He rolled the Doctor over to hug him though.

"It doesn't have to be a curse, Jack. Your life is a gift."

Jack smoothed the Doctor's hair back and planted a kiss to his forehead.

"I know."

Rose had missed the exchange between the two men, as she had been compiling results from the exam, at the other end of the med bay. She was happy to see that the Doctor had received a wash, was receiving nutrients and that he and the Captain looked happy and relaxed, in an embrace of some sorts. The Doctor appeared to be falling asleep though.

"Okay, clear out. 'John Smith' needs his rest." Rose ordered Jack. "And you and I need to hit the showers, I think."

"Yeah," Jack agreed. He made sure the Doctor was reclined back into the comfy pillows and tucked the blankets around him, before making sure the lights were low and following Rose out of the med bay. Meanwhile, the TARDIS sang her humming song to the Doctor, telling him that everything was going to turn out just fine.