Cured....? Part 5
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
All of a sudden the pressure stopped and he was released, slamming down onto the desk again as Ianto froze, one hand moving to his ear whilst the other reached forwards to press lightly against the Master's mouth, warningly. “Jack? Yes I’m still here. Really? Ok, well keep me updated and I’ll make sure everything is ready when you get back.” He still had that blasted headset on and was talking casually to his lover even as he was balls deep in their enemy. The Master suddenly realised if he wanted to break free, to be safe again all he had to do was cry out and handsome Jack would return and it would be over. The hand over his mouth pressed harder now, the sudden intake of air perhaps warning him and the Master stopped, lying quietly.
“No it’s all quiet here Sir. Nothing else to report. I’ll continue monitoring the situation though and make sure nothing comes up.” There was a soft click as he turned the microphone off again and leaned forwards, tutting slightly. “That wasn’t very clever now was it? You might make me think you don’t want me to be here.” He pulled back slowly before slamming forwards again, sending a shiver of pleasure and pain through the Master. The hand remained over his mouth as the other trailed slowly down his side, down to his hips, before slapping him hard, the sound echoing through the empty hub. His mouth was released at last but the tie around his neck was picked up again, forcing him to curve off the desk and bend backwards into the pressure. Nails scored into his hips, burning him as they marked his skin savagely as the human picked up the pace again, thrusting hard as he pulled back on the tie, forcing the Master to press back against the thrusts or risk strangulation.
The human laughed as he watched him writhe slightly as another moments panic overcame him and he fought to break free as the nails slid around his front, scraping against his belly and pulling him back off the desk slightly to take more of his weight on his legs and pulling his erect cock back away from the desk. The Master tried to cry out as the nails scraped along his crotch, skirting around the base of his cock before grabbing his balls tightly. The pain added to the others running through his body, competing with the pleasure emanating from his arse and the repeated thrusts. Then the hand moved upwards to tighten around his cock as the human began pumping him.
The Master moaned in relief as the pleasure washed through him, finally helping him tip over the line from pain to something greater, something more… The thrusts were deep, so deep inside him and he couldn’t help a shiver of pleasure as each one hit home and he tightened around the invading cock, even as the grip on his own member tightened too. The abusing hand was gripping him tightly then loosening, sliding up his shaft and the palm running over his head slickly in the precum before running down again to pump him once more. He couldn’t breathe, the pressure on his lungs driving him over the edge as his whole body fought to breathe, to relax, to come…
With a strangled cry the Master came into the human's warm hands, the come slicking them both as Ianto continued to pump, continued to thrust into his spasming body and the pressure on his neck increased, sparks flashing across his vision as the edges of his sight started to go dark. The pleasure was quickly morphing back into pain now, the touch on his most sensitive flesh too intense now, too much, he wanted it to stop, needed it to stop but couldn’t cry out, couldn’t do anything…
He struggled again, trying futilely to break free then gasped as the human came inside him, slamming him into the desk. Then the grip on his neck finally loosened and he collapsed onto the wood, gasping for air and almost coming again from the sheer, wonderful, release of it. The human let go of him at last and leaned down over his back, crushed up against his bound hands and breathing heavily now. The Master was almost sobbing with relief as he gasped for air and his aching body started to finally relax. It had felt like he had been in pain forever, each second an eternity of torment, yet he knew he had inflicted much worse on others, so much worse… The human stood back up slowly and pulled out from him carefully, a hand on his back keeping him pressed against the desk still.
“Well, how did it feel?” The Master’s breathing was finally coming back under control now and he twisted slightly to look up at the human.
“Thank you.” Ianto raised an eyebrow and played with the ends of the tie around the Masters neck slowly.
“For what?” The Master swallowed hard and looked up, defeat on his face.
“For stopping.” The human smiled softly and wrapped the end of the tie around his fingers slowly.
“Who said I was finished with you?” The hand pulled back tightly and the Master let out a strangled shriek as he was pulled back off the desk again, his airway crushed by the silk. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t break free and knew this time it wasn’t part of the game, that this human wouldn’t hesitate, wouldn’t stop. Jack, handsome, broken, twisted, hero that he was had been bound by the Doctor’s orders not to hurt him, most of humanity had forgotten that they had ever wanted to but this human knew him for the monster he was and was in a position to do something about it… He writhed futilely as his vision went slowly black, his lungs screaming and unable to do anything about it as everything faded away to black once more…
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All of a sudden the pressure stopped and he was released, slamming down onto the desk again as Ianto froze, one hand moving to his ear whilst the other reached forwards to press lightly against the Master's mouth, warningly. “Jack? Yes I’m still here. Really? Ok, well keep me updated and I’ll make sure everything is ready when you get back.” He still had that blasted headset on and was talking casually to his lover even as he was balls deep in their enemy. The Master suddenly realised if he wanted to break free, to be safe again all he had to do was cry out and handsome Jack would return and it would be over. The hand over his mouth pressed harder now, the sudden intake of air perhaps warning him and the Master stopped, lying quietly.
“No it’s all quiet here Sir. Nothing else to report. I’ll continue monitoring the situation though and make sure nothing comes up.” There was a soft click as he turned the microphone off again and leaned forwards, tutting slightly. “That wasn’t very clever now was it? You might make me think you don’t want me to be here.” He pulled back slowly before slamming forwards again, sending a shiver of pleasure and pain through the Master. The hand remained over his mouth as the other trailed slowly down his side, down to his hips, before slapping him hard, the sound echoing through the empty hub. His mouth was released at last but the tie around his neck was picked up again, forcing him to curve off the desk and bend backwards into the pressure. Nails scored into his hips, burning him as they marked his skin savagely as the human picked up the pace again, thrusting hard as he pulled back on the tie, forcing the Master to press back against the thrusts or risk strangulation.
The human laughed as he watched him writhe slightly as another moments panic overcame him and he fought to break free as the nails slid around his front, scraping against his belly and pulling him back off the desk slightly to take more of his weight on his legs and pulling his erect cock back away from the desk. The Master tried to cry out as the nails scraped along his crotch, skirting around the base of his cock before grabbing his balls tightly. The pain added to the others running through his body, competing with the pleasure emanating from his arse and the repeated thrusts. Then the hand moved upwards to tighten around his cock as the human began pumping him.
The Master moaned in relief as the pleasure washed through him, finally helping him tip over the line from pain to something greater, something more… The thrusts were deep, so deep inside him and he couldn’t help a shiver of pleasure as each one hit home and he tightened around the invading cock, even as the grip on his own member tightened too. The abusing hand was gripping him tightly then loosening, sliding up his shaft and the palm running over his head slickly in the precum before running down again to pump him once more. He couldn’t breathe, the pressure on his lungs driving him over the edge as his whole body fought to breathe, to relax, to come…
With a strangled cry the Master came into the human's warm hands, the come slicking them both as Ianto continued to pump, continued to thrust into his spasming body and the pressure on his neck increased, sparks flashing across his vision as the edges of his sight started to go dark. The pleasure was quickly morphing back into pain now, the touch on his most sensitive flesh too intense now, too much, he wanted it to stop, needed it to stop but couldn’t cry out, couldn’t do anything…
He struggled again, trying futilely to break free then gasped as the human came inside him, slamming him into the desk. Then the grip on his neck finally loosened and he collapsed onto the wood, gasping for air and almost coming again from the sheer, wonderful, release of it. The human let go of him at last and leaned down over his back, crushed up against his bound hands and breathing heavily now. The Master was almost sobbing with relief as he gasped for air and his aching body started to finally relax. It had felt like he had been in pain forever, each second an eternity of torment, yet he knew he had inflicted much worse on others, so much worse… The human stood back up slowly and pulled out from him carefully, a hand on his back keeping him pressed against the desk still.
“Well, how did it feel?” The Master’s breathing was finally coming back under control now and he twisted slightly to look up at the human.
“Thank you.” Ianto raised an eyebrow and played with the ends of the tie around the Masters neck slowly.
“For what?” The Master swallowed hard and looked up, defeat on his face.
“For stopping.” The human smiled softly and wrapped the end of the tie around his fingers slowly.
“Who said I was finished with you?” The hand pulled back tightly and the Master let out a strangled shriek as he was pulled back off the desk again, his airway crushed by the silk. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t break free and knew this time it wasn’t part of the game, that this human wouldn’t hesitate, wouldn’t stop. Jack, handsome, broken, twisted, hero that he was had been bound by the Doctor’s orders not to hurt him, most of humanity had forgotten that they had ever wanted to but this human knew him for the monster he was and was in a position to do something about it… He writhed futilely as his vision went slowly black, his lungs screaming and unable to do anything about it as everything faded away to black once more…
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