Cured...? Part 4
This is a follow on from Quarantine, a completely AU fic and "Giant Porn Fest", the index for which can be found here http://jovialien.livejournal.com/41489.html
The pressure on the tie around his neck loosened slightly, allowing him to sink back down to the table as his master released him, stepping back a moment to carefully slip out of his waistcoat, the buttons releasing him infuriatingly slowly. The Masters breathing was heavy as he watched sideways, longing to touch himself, aching for some form of release, for this waiting game to end. The waistcoat joined the other clothes on the chair then the shirt was draped carefully over it, trousers, shoes and socks carefully placed beneath it until the human was behind him in nothing but those boxer shorts they seemed to love so much in this century. He watched as best he could as the human finished undressing and smiled slightly at the sight. Just as he remembered. Maybe that was why Jack had chosen this particular ape over them… He looked away as he felt hands on his hips, holding him steady then grinned as he felt a growing pressure on his arse. He pushed back slightly, ready to be entered, and received a hard slap to his cheek in return.
“Did I tell you to do that?” He shook his head as best he could then gasped as a hand grasped his bound wrists and pulled them up from his back, putting a strain on his shoulders.
“No.” The pressure released and he let out a sigh of relief, wishing he could rub his aching muscles but knowing he would have no such opportunity. The hands left his hips and moved up his back, one slipping between his bound wrists to grasp the tie securing them whilst the other picked up the “rein” leading from his neck again, a gentle pressure returning and making him shift on the desk.
“You will do as I say or I will stop this right now.” He felt a growing pressure on his spine as the human leaned over him, his own arms between them being forced into his back uncomfortably. The human whispered softly now. “Or you will never know.” The Master nodded quickly, as best he could pressed to the desk and was rewarded with a small grin. “Good.” The human pulled back up and the Master sighed as the pressure against his hole grew, enough to hurt but still not quite enough to enable him to be entered, not quite lined up or not quite enough pressure… Then suddenly the human thrust forwards, hard, right to the root and forcing the Master to cry out as he was slammed into the desk, his own erection dangerously close to being crushed against the wood and metal.
He was forced to pull backwards as the hands tightened on his reins, making him lift his head off the desk even as his hips were locked in place against it, his spine screaming in protest. It hurt, but then the human moved again, pulling back both his hips and his hands, pulling the Master back, curving him more before slamming into him again and letting him collapse down onto the desk, gasping for air. The hand on his wrists let go and shifted to the middle of his back, pushing him down onto the desk even as his other hand pulled back on the rein putting him in serious danger of having his neck snapped. The human laughed cruelly at his discomfort as he picked up the pace, slamming into him hard as he struggled for breath, the pain running through him making him have second thoughts about all this..
“How does it feel Master?” The Human was mocking him, slamming into him tightly as he pulled hard on the reins, choking him, bending him to the point of breaking. “Do you remember doing this to others? How good it feels to take control of them, to hurt them, to hear them scream for you… How does it feel to be the one in pain, the one breaking this time? Should I stop, spare your life, show mercy?” He leaned forwards again, the pressure releasing for a moment before he tightened his grip again, pulling the Master up to meet him halfway. “The same mercy you showed Jack?” The Master couldn’t speak, could barely breathe and felt a moments panic as he remembered breaking the humans spine, leaving him a broken wreck and wondering if this was what his victim's lover had in mind for him.
He struggled now, trying to throw the human off but unable to break free from the restraints around his neck and wrists or the weight pinning him to the table. Ianto continued to slam into him now, harder and faster, passion and hatred pouring off the human in equal measure. The Master tried to scream, to cry out, to do something but couldn’t get the air. His eyes felt like they were threatening to explode out of his head and his whole body was screaming in agony, his spine buckling, shoulders aching with the pressure and his hips being ground into the table, lines of bruises forming where the repeated impacts were driving him into the wood. And in all the pain he suddenly realised something. He was afraid, really afraid, for the first time since he ran from the Daleks, when he abandoned the Time Lords to their fate. And there was something else about this fear that surprised him.
He was enjoying it.
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The pressure on the tie around his neck loosened slightly, allowing him to sink back down to the table as his master released him, stepping back a moment to carefully slip out of his waistcoat, the buttons releasing him infuriatingly slowly. The Masters breathing was heavy as he watched sideways, longing to touch himself, aching for some form of release, for this waiting game to end. The waistcoat joined the other clothes on the chair then the shirt was draped carefully over it, trousers, shoes and socks carefully placed beneath it until the human was behind him in nothing but those boxer shorts they seemed to love so much in this century. He watched as best he could as the human finished undressing and smiled slightly at the sight. Just as he remembered. Maybe that was why Jack had chosen this particular ape over them… He looked away as he felt hands on his hips, holding him steady then grinned as he felt a growing pressure on his arse. He pushed back slightly, ready to be entered, and received a hard slap to his cheek in return.
“Did I tell you to do that?” He shook his head as best he could then gasped as a hand grasped his bound wrists and pulled them up from his back, putting a strain on his shoulders.
“No.” The pressure released and he let out a sigh of relief, wishing he could rub his aching muscles but knowing he would have no such opportunity. The hands left his hips and moved up his back, one slipping between his bound wrists to grasp the tie securing them whilst the other picked up the “rein” leading from his neck again, a gentle pressure returning and making him shift on the desk.
“You will do as I say or I will stop this right now.” He felt a growing pressure on his spine as the human leaned over him, his own arms between them being forced into his back uncomfortably. The human whispered softly now. “Or you will never know.” The Master nodded quickly, as best he could pressed to the desk and was rewarded with a small grin. “Good.” The human pulled back up and the Master sighed as the pressure against his hole grew, enough to hurt but still not quite enough to enable him to be entered, not quite lined up or not quite enough pressure… Then suddenly the human thrust forwards, hard, right to the root and forcing the Master to cry out as he was slammed into the desk, his own erection dangerously close to being crushed against the wood and metal.
He was forced to pull backwards as the hands tightened on his reins, making him lift his head off the desk even as his hips were locked in place against it, his spine screaming in protest. It hurt, but then the human moved again, pulling back both his hips and his hands, pulling the Master back, curving him more before slamming into him again and letting him collapse down onto the desk, gasping for air. The hand on his wrists let go and shifted to the middle of his back, pushing him down onto the desk even as his other hand pulled back on the rein putting him in serious danger of having his neck snapped. The human laughed cruelly at his discomfort as he picked up the pace, slamming into him hard as he struggled for breath, the pain running through him making him have second thoughts about all this..
“How does it feel Master?” The Human was mocking him, slamming into him tightly as he pulled hard on the reins, choking him, bending him to the point of breaking. “Do you remember doing this to others? How good it feels to take control of them, to hurt them, to hear them scream for you… How does it feel to be the one in pain, the one breaking this time? Should I stop, spare your life, show mercy?” He leaned forwards again, the pressure releasing for a moment before he tightened his grip again, pulling the Master up to meet him halfway. “The same mercy you showed Jack?” The Master couldn’t speak, could barely breathe and felt a moments panic as he remembered breaking the humans spine, leaving him a broken wreck and wondering if this was what his victim's lover had in mind for him.
He struggled now, trying to throw the human off but unable to break free from the restraints around his neck and wrists or the weight pinning him to the table. Ianto continued to slam into him now, harder and faster, passion and hatred pouring off the human in equal measure. The Master tried to scream, to cry out, to do something but couldn’t get the air. His eyes felt like they were threatening to explode out of his head and his whole body was screaming in agony, his spine buckling, shoulders aching with the pressure and his hips being ground into the table, lines of bruises forming where the repeated impacts were driving him into the wood. And in all the pain he suddenly realised something. He was afraid, really afraid, for the first time since he ran from the Daleks, when he abandoned the Time Lords to their fate. And there was something else about this fear that surprised him.
He was enjoying it.
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