"Oh God, oh shit?!" the Doctor gasped as he looked down on himself. He had felt them throbbing and hurting but he had no idea they were that bad. As the pain lanced through his side again, he screwed his eyes shut and cried out, but Martha could actually see the pulse of fluid building up behind the testicles. There was no surprise that he was totally soft. His penis flaccid and curling over the top of his massive right testicle.
Martha eased her fingers under his left testicle. She ran her gloved thumb over the top of it and felt the tightness of the skin. There was a risk if there was not some release in the internal pressure that the skin could actually start to rupture. Then he was in real trouble if he wasn't already. As she pressed around his swollen ball he cried out. "I'm sorry." Martha carefully eased him back down. It was going to be far too much for her to continue. "We need to release the pressure, Doctor." Martha didn't add that if they didn't he could end up losing both his testicles. "Now, I don't think for a minute that you're going to be able to contemplate doing anything yourself, but, we could try the natural way, or, I can try to do a double bilateral needle aspiration."
The Doctor groaned at the thought, but Martha wasn't finished. "If we can avoid needle aspiration then it would be better both in terms of the risks involved and in terms of recovery time."
"Okay."
"Are you sensitive and aroused in the same way that a human man?" Martha checked with him.
"Yeah," he confirmed.
"I'll just go and get some things then," Martha advised. She got up to go out of the room. While she was out a sharp pain seared through him again. It was so severe that he cried out and curled over. Donna tried to hold him.
"You can't seriously be thinking about getting aroused like this?" Donna sighed. She went to rub his back but there were spots of blood on the back of his T-shirt again.
"Don't think… there is… a choice…" the Doctor groaned.
"Will you still respond?" Donna checked with him. "Even if it's hurting?"
"Yeah… still… a man… underneath," the Doctor advised. Donna dropped a light kiss on the side of his head. "You're definitely a man," Donna teased him slightly. "Though I take it you don't normally try to squeeze those massive purple balls in that tight suit of yours?" she commented as she rubbed his shoulder. He'd curled over so he was lying over her thighs a little where she was sat beside him. She rubbed his shoulder and then his hair. She was frustrated by only having one hand to comfort him with. "Is there any chance that you will still enjoy it?" Donna asked him quietly.
"I don't… think so."
"But, you're still going to be coming right?"
"The toxin… will sting… and… it's going to have to be… over and over… and over… until I'm empty… then it's just going to fill… again and be… over and over… and over… again all stinging… and all sore."
"But, you're still going to be having an orgasm," Donna told him. "Can't you close your eyes and think of Rose or something?" she suggested as she ran her hands over his head.
"Not Rose…" the Doctor sighed. Donna cursed herself, way to open up further wounds for him. What was she thinking of?
"Then who? Come on, there must be someone?" Donna teased. "Who are you going to close your eyes and imagine doing it to you?"
"Not going… to tell you," the Doctor whispered, but before Donna could push him a further pain shot through him. He grimaced and gasped, trying to breathe through it, but he ended up gripping Donna's thigh hard enough that she was going to end up with finger-mark bruises on her flesh. She didn't care as the pain was ripped from his throat in a hoarse cry. She held him the best that she could.
Martha came back in. She had a roll of tissue, more gloves, some massage oil, some swabs, and things that looked pretty medical. It didn't look like the kit that would be taken in order to give someone a good time. "I think it will be easiest for all of us if you were able to get up and lie on your back on the sofa?" Martha suggested to the Doctor.
"His back has been bleeding a bit again," Donna commented.
"I've brought a tissue roll to protect the sofa," she advised and laid the long wide tissue over it to protect it from the blood from the Doctor's back and also from any spilled toxins.
"What about protecting his back?" Donna asked.
"S'okay," the Doctor assured her. He groaned as he tried to get up from where he had been lying using her thigh for a pillow. It had been the most comfortable he'd been for some time. He knew it wasn't fair though when she had a broken wrist as well. He wished that she didn't have a broken wrist. Not only because then she'd not be in pain, but then she might have been willing to do what needed to be done rather than Martha. This was about as awkward as it could get. He cried out and his hand went to his side as he got to his knees.
"Take it slowly," Martha hooked her arms through his and helped him up enough so he could sit on the edge of the sofa. "Turn and lie down," she suggested. "Put your head on the cushion there," she offered. "Bend your knees up and put your feet on the arm of the sofa," she offered. "That should relieve some of the cramping."
"I'll be back in a moment." Donna rubbed his shoulder as Martha started to get him prepared. He looked like he was going to throw up, cry out in pain, and like he was a rabbit stuck in the headlights all at the same time.
"I'm sorry," Martha offered and rubbed his abdomen lightly. "This is pretty horrible isn't it?"
"You could say that."
"I will try to be as gentle as I can be."
"If it works, then you need to keep going… it won't just be once like a human… but you will need to keep going… until I can't ejaculate any more… and it is um… dry."
"Okay," Martha commented. "You don't need to be embarrassed about this, Doctor. It's a normal bodily function."
"Really?" Donna asked as she came back in and dropped a bag down at the end of the sofa. "It's normal to get stung by a spine weasel and then need to get wanked off in order to get better? I think that sounds highly irregular to me, and, maybe it is just a con?" Donna suggested. The Doctor half laughed and Martha shook her head slightly. At least they were a bit more relaxed.
A pain ripped through the Doctor again. He brought his knees up and cried. Martha rubbed his abdomen to try and soothe it out, but it was clear that they just had to get on. She still had her gloves on. She was not going to think of it in any other way than making him ejaculate to rid him of toxins. She poured oil onto her hand, and then carefully lifted the Doctor's penis, making sure she didn't touch his throbbing swollen balls. They were quite literally getting close to bursting, she was sure of it, and she just hoped that they had not swollen to the point where the sperm ducts were being restricted. That was when it would not work and she'd have to put him under a general anaesthetic and try to get in with a 12 inch needle while avoiding the many vessels, nerves, and tubules on the way in. She really didn't want to do that on a human, never mind on a Time Lord.
She rubbed the oil over his limp shaft. He had his eyes closed, and he was breathing in long controlled breaths, to try and avoid another stabbing pain which would break his concentration. Martha stroked him slowly. She didn't go right down to his base so she didn't hurt him. He began to fill with blood in a similar manner to a human as his cock thickened and grew heavy. It expanded in Martha's hand as she continued to stroke him. He at least was capable of becoming aroused.
"Blimey, Time Boy, you're a skinny streak of nothing, where have you been hiding that?!" Donna exclaimed when Martha had worked him into a full erection. He was longer than both Martha's hands together as she ran them around him. He certainly didn't have a skinny penis either, it was quite thick, but the same length the whole way down and perfectly straight. Donna had to draw her eyes away from him and the way that Martha's hands were sliding up and down him or she might have ended up feeling a little jealous and this was to stop his balls bursting with all the poison collecting in them. She made sure she looked at the couple of veiny cricket balls either side rather than at the long shaft.
"Hey?" Donna knelt down beside the sofa and rubbed his chest lightly. "You imagining being away somewhere nice yet?" she asked him. He still looked more worried and more pained than enjoying it as he winced and shook his head. "What about if I do this?" Donna asked. She got a tiny bit of the oil on her fingers and she moved her hand up under his T-shirt and found his nipple. He twitched slightly and Donna couldn't help a tiny giggle as she ran her oiled fingers over his sensitive nub. She glanced down at Martha, but the medic nodded for her to continue. As far as they were both concerned the closer to enjoyment he got the quicker he was going to be able to ejaculate and recover. If that meant Donna tweaked his nipple then she was going to do it.
"Doctor?" Donna knelt down so that she was whispering in his ear. "Do Time Lords have prostates?" she asked him quietly as she slid her fingers over to his opposite nipple.
"Yeah," the Doctor whimpered. Martha was slowly stroking her hands up his cock. She started at his mid-shaft and went to his tip, circling it just below, and then running her thumbs over his head. She didn't go any lower down in case she accidentally hurt him more than he was hurting in general.
"Do you like having your prostate massaged?" Donna whispered.
"Not… like this…" the Doctor gasped. He winced as he tensed, not because of Martha's ministration but because his body was still trying to pump more toxic semen into his bursting testicles. He cried out. Martha paused, she held his shaft in one hand and just used her finger under the back of his head as she massaged across his abdomen to try and soothe the spasm for him with the other hand.
"It might get it over quicker?" Donna caressed his head and then kissed him in the middle of his forehead. She went and knelt at the end of the couch. Martha looked at her curiously, their conversation had been whispered. Donna only had one hand in use, but she had the bag. She opened it up and revealed that she had a thin vibrator with a soft round end that was designed for male or female stimulation. Donna got the oil. It had a flip cap and she opened it and then dribbled it onto the Doctor. He was already lying with his legs up to support his testicles on his abdomen so they were less painful than if they were hanging.
Donna let the oil run over him, but then she rubbed her finger over his anus. He twitched a little and Martha felt his cock jerk a bit in her hand. He winced and hissed, but he didn't tell her to stop. Donna circled his opening with her finger. She'd had a few boyfriends who liked this in the past and she knew just how to do it. In a human anyway. She didn't imagine the Doctor was going to be too much different. She just wished that she was doing this to him in more pleasurable circumstances, or, um, not wishing that she was doing it to him at all because they were just mates, only ever mates, and that was how it was supposed to stay. She was only doing it because she was his mate and he was sick and needed it.
She eased her finger into him. She was slow, making sure her nail didn't catch, as she eased it in past the ring of muscle. She was disappointed that she had her right hand in a cast, but she was also pleased. If she didn't she might have had the overwhelming urge to take his cock and her other fist and suck his head. She was sure that he'd appreciate a hot human tongue around his bulging tip. She eased her finger in as far as her first knuckle, pausing so he accommodated her and then eased in a bit more, angling upward until she felt the fleshy bulb. She ran her finger over it and the Doctor moaned. The way his cock moved slightly in Martha's hands she knew that he was liking it. His eyes were closed and his head was back and for those few moments they let him enjoy the sensations because the fear was that when they brought him to the edge as they had to that it was not just going to be an explosion of toxic semen but also of pain.
Donna rubbed his prostate with her finger tip. Circling around it and then rubbing back and forth over it. She eased a second finger in and massaged him with short thrusts as Martha ran her hand up and down and over his head. A bead of clear fluid leaked from the top of his penis so they knew he was getting close. Donna slid her fingers out of him and trickled some more massage oil over him before she picked up the vibration. She eased it in. He let out a deep guttural moan as he accepted it. She pulled it back a little and pushed it in, wiggling it a bit so that it rubbed against the right spot for him. She left it there and she twisted the end so that it buzzed and started to vibrate. The Doctor arched and grimaced. Donna wiggled the vibrator so that it varied the pressure on his prostrate as Martha jerked him off.
"It's going to… start…" the Doctor gasped. "Fuck… I'm going to… it's going to… it's going to… hurt…" he was desperate to cum and desperate not to at the same time. There was no changing his mind now, they had taken him past the point of no return. His cock swelled further, his head darkened and the groove through the centre deepened. Martha was twisting her hand just behind his head with a medic's precision perfectly stimulating the right bundle of nerves. She had a clear glass jar and she picked it up. Donna held the vibrator against his prostate as his cock twitched and he tensed. His horribly swollen balls seemed to ripple and rise even as they bulged. He cried out but it was unclear how much of it was pain and how much of it was due to the streams of semen that burst from the end of his cock as he keened and bucked. It spurted from him in five long streaks. Martha caught it in the jar.
"He said not to stop until he has a dry orgasm," Martha advised. She felt cruel as she continued to hold the jar just off his tip and to jerk him off. The Doctor was whimpering and starting to writhe a bit. He hissed and whined as he came again. The toxins that had concentrated in his oily ejaculate stinging him as they left. It burned his entire length with an internal fire that made him want to slam his cock into a bucket of crushed ice. Martha was still stroking him. Beating on him. She slowed as he actually ejaculated but then she started again, speeding up, squeezing and milking him. He didn't want it.
It took every ounce of his diminishing strength not to scream at her to stop. Tears squeezed out of his eyes and spilled down his cheeks as he came again and then again. Each thread of semen igniting his cock, each spasm tearing at his guts, and wrenching his bruised balls beyond any kind of pleasure. He couldn't even concentrate on Donna now. He couldn't concentrate on the vibrations that had spread through him and had triggered the orgasm that should have been a welcome relief but was instead a torturous agony.
He had five separate orgasms. Each worse than the other until the sixth left him tensing and twitching and yelling as his body rocked with the effort, but it didn't produce anything. Martha slowed down. She got a cool cloth and she gently wrapped it around him. Just stroking him through it as he started to soften. Donna eased the vibrator out of him. Martha could see that there was some streaks of blood mixed in with the semen she had collected. She had no idea how sore he had to be.
"That's it, Doctor," Martha assured him. He groaned and cried out as she examined his testicles. They remained swollen and bruised looking, but they were not so tight and it was not as desperate. It was still as painful for him though. He curled up on his side, bringing his knees up as close to his chest as he could, he wedged one arm in the gap between his thighs and his abdomen. The other he hooked over his head as he shuddered and shivered.
"We'll leave you to rest for an hour or so, during which time the ejaculate is going to build and then we're going to have to do it again before you get so full again," Martha warned him. He knew that, but he didn't think he was going to be able to cope with it. He didn't acknowledge her as much as he simply cried.
"Sit up a moment," Donna insisted. He grumbled his discontent. "If you don't sit up then you don't get a cuddle," she told him. "You don't have to sit right up, just sit up a little bit," she suggested. He eased himself up a bit and Donna moved to sit down. He laid back down with his head in her lap. He wriggled to try and get comfortable and then Donna did her best to tuck the blanket around him. She caressed his head. "How many times do we need to do that?" Donna asked him quietly.
"Another two… maybe three?" he whispered.
"I'm sorry," Donna stroked his hair over his ear in slow tender arches with her fingertips as he hooked his arm around her. He sniffed and struggled to get comfortable. "How are you feeling now? Are you feeling any better? There was quite a lot came out, so that is a lot of toxin isn't it?"
"It's burning," the Doctor whimpered. "It's hurting."
"Try not to think about it," Donna suggested. She didn't know what else she could say. "See if you can get some sleep?" She stroked his head. The Doctor moaned softly.
Martha came back in. She had a tray. "Doctor," she went to him. "I've got an anaesthetic gel. It's only a short lived one but the TARDIS says it is fine and it will help for a while." She eased the blanket away from him where he was curled up. They'd not put him away and he was now flaccid again. He moaned in discomfort as Martha took hold of him. She picked up the syringe. It had a strange pointed cone attached to the tip rather than an actual needle. Martha eased his foreskin back. "You're going to be a little sore," Martha warned him. The Doctor cried out as Martha slid the end of the syringe into his urethra. She injected the anaesthetic gel so that it filled the inflamed tube. When she pulled the syringe out there was some blood on it. He was raw inside. "That should feel better almost instantly," Martha commented.
"It does," the Doctor whispered and sighed. "Thank you."
"See if you can get some sleep," Martha suggested. "It's only a short acting relief. When we're finished there is a longer acting one we can use," Martha assured him. She tucked him back in.
"Is that better?" Donna asked him.
"Yeah."
"Are you going to try to get some sleep?"
"I don't think I can," the Doctor complained miserably. "Everything else still hurts."
"Awww, my poorly Spaceman?" Donna rubbed his shoulder lightly. The control for the screen was on the floor. "Ease up a moment. I can't reach the remote." Donna picked it up. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't mind."
"What about a porno to get you in the mood for later?" Donna teased him.
"No, thank you very much," he half laughed. "I don't think I will want anything else to do with sex ever again after today."
"Oh, that's a shame," Donna commented.
"Um."
"I mean, it's not something you want to be put off is it?" Donna clarified.
"No, I suppose it isn't," the Doctor agreed. "How is your wrist feeling?"
"It's alright, aching and throbbing a bit. I can take some more drugs in an hour or so," Donna told him. "I'm fine though. Happy just to sit here with you and watch a movie, so what is it going to be?"
"You choose, but nothing sexy."
"Anything from the kid's channel?" she teased the Doctor. She put Ice Age on for him, knowing that he found the antics of the squirrel hilariously funny for some reason, but the first time he came onto screen hunting the elusive acorn he didn't giggle. Donna looked down. He'd fallen asleep.
They had to torture the Doctor three more times over the rest of the day. Each time it was worse and more painful, as they had to leave an hour in between so that his body could force toxins into the ejaculate and then they forced him to expel it. The Doctor was weeping by the time they had done it the last time. Donna had been as well and Martha wasn't that far away. She knew that as a doctor sometimes they had to perform painful procedures on people to aid their recoveries, but that had seemed more difficult.
The Doctor was completely exhausted. He laid on the sofa when they had finished with him, not even bothering to curl up again. He was spent in every which way he could be. Martha had brought in the longer lasting anaesthetic gel and she gave him a dose of that. She then made him sit up properly on the sofa and lean forward so she could check the wounds on his back and apply some new ointment. Then he was given a choice of going into sickbay to sleep or to go into his own bed and to sleep, but he wasn't going to be allowed just to sleep on the sofa. It was a bit too short for him to lie comfortable and it was quite hard. It wasn't the ideal place for him to get some decent rest.
He agreed to go to his own bed, but he barely had the strength to stand and when he did he couldn't straighten up. His back, his abdomen, his groin, his thighs, all of them had seized with the efforts of five rounds of orgasms that his body had been both welcoming to get rid of the toxins and resisting because they hurt so much. He felt chilled to the bone and worn. Martha and Donna both linked arms with him and supported him as he went through into his bedroom. They got him tucked up into bed, then Donna sat with him, just stroking his head until he fell asleep. When he was sound asleep Donna went back out to where Martha was clearing up.
"He's resting," Donna offered and Martha nodded. "Thank you for what you've done for him today, what you've done for both of us."
"What you mean sexually torturing him?" Martha asked and shook her head slightly. "Don't thank me for that."
"There was no choice," Donna told her. "And, he's going to get better now. I will thank you, because you helped him. It was horrible, but, it was necessary. He will be alright now won't he?"
"Yeah, he should be. I'm going to give him some antibiotics as the toxins have irritated the inside of his urethra and we don't want him to get an infection. I expect it's going to be sore for a few days. We'll have to watch him when he goes to pee," Martha offered. "We need to make sure he drinks plenty of water so that his urine is dilute or it is going to hurt like Hell the first few times he goes. There has been some haemorrhaging in and around his testicles. When he's less painful I'll examine him and get the TARDIS to do a scan to make sure that there is no lasting damage, but I don't think there will be."
Donna thought about making some kind of joke about the Doctor obviously never realising that Martha was a dominatrix, but she could see the medic was bordering on disturbed about what they had done for him. Instead she went into the galley and made drinks, managing to do it with one hand. She carried both cups in one hand and she thought she was going to then find the doors impossible, but the TARDIS opened them for her.
"I want to have a look at your wrist now," Martha commented. "How is it feeling?"
"It's quite sore," Donna admitted. "I'm trying not to think about it."
"What is it feeling like?"
"It's throbbing and aching."
"In your wrist?"
"Yeah, and my fingers," Donna confirmed.
"What I need to do is split the cast for you," Martha told her. "Your wrist and hand will be swelling up and what we don't want is for it to get too tight, so we'll split it and then there is a slight give in the cast. As long as you leave it in the sling it won't be any more painful."
"Okay."
"Come and sit down then," Martha instructed. Donna went and sat on one of the beds. Martha got her to put her arm up on an over bed table and then she got a cast saw. It looked lethal and made nervous when she thought about Martha cutting through the cast next to her skin with a circular saw until Martha demonstrated that it wouldn't cut the skin by putting it against her own jeans, and then thanking God that the TARDIS version was no different to another version because sawing through her femoral artery would have done nothing to assure Donna.
She cut a single line along the back of the cast from the tip of it to the end. She then used a narrow piece of metal in the cut and just cracked it open a little. The padding was still intact underneath. "That's it," Martha assured Donna. "It won't get too tight now." She checked her fingers that weren't splinted by pinching her nails to make sure that the colour returned. "You need to make sure you keep it up, your fingers are a little puffy but that is to be expected. We don't want them to get too swollen though. You've got some pretty colours coming out along here as well," she indicated towards her little finger. "There was no bony damage to your little finger, but looking at that amount of bruising it is possible you dislocated and popped it back." Martha took hold of her finger lightly and felt around it. Donna winced. "We'll keep an eye on it," Martha commented. "If it is still as sore when we change the cast and you're going to be able to start using your hand a bit, then we may have to extend the splint over that finger as well, in the meantime it will be fine," Martha offered.
"Okay," Donna accepted.
"Now, how are you doing with the pain relief? Have you been taking it on time?" Martha asked. "It is fairly important to keep on taking it at the right time so that the levels in your blood stream don't fluctuate too much. If you need something stronger for a couple of days then there is no harm in taking it," Martha assured her.
"I think I'm alright with what I've got," Donna commented.
"If you change your mind then make sure you let me know," Martha insisted. "I think it's about time we had something else to eat as well. I'll make something for the Doctor too, but I'm not going to wake him up, we can reheat it for him later. He only sleeps when he really needs to and he's going to have to rest."
"I'll go and make sure he's still resting," Donna offered.
"Okay, do you like fish?" Martha checked with her.
"As long as it's not looking at me," Donna confirmed and Martha laughed nodding her understanding. She didn't particularly like being scrutinised by her dinner either. Martha went out the TARDIS to her flat in order to cook their meal. She was going to make a very bland version for the Doctor to eat as he'd not be wanting to urinate anything spicy for a while, but she had got some salmon steaks. She'd not cook his fish until he woke up anyway so it didn't dry out too much, but the rest of it she would do at the same time. She set herself up with a glass bowl, soy sauce, chilli flakes, and lemon in order to coat the fish for her and Donna.
Donna went into the Doctor's room. He was still curled up on the mattress in more or less the same position that he'd been left in. It wasn't the position of comfortable sleep but the position of someone too worried about moving in case it hurt as he guarded his abdomen and groin. He was asleep though, as far as Donna could tell, anyway, as he'd curled a bit further so only the top of his hair was sticking out above the duvet. She eased the duvet down from over his face so that he didn't overheat. He remained incredibly pale and his eyes were closed. His breathing was deep and even indicating that he was in fact sleeping. Donna caressed his head for a moment and then she left him to rest.