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No. 74086
I found this, but lost soucre.
“Master,” the Doctor said, “you do look so lovely in your collar.”
The Master preened at the compliment.
The Doctor walked over and clipped a matching leash to the collar’s ring. He stepped back and admired the view as the Master stood before him, naked except for the red leather collar and leash. “Are you ready to go out?”
“Yes, Doctor,” the Master said with uncharacteristic shyness. Even though he thought he knew that the Doctor would never take him out in his collar anywhere that they would be recognized, there was always that fear, until the TARDIS doors actually opened.
His reluctance made the Doctor give a tug on the leash. “Come along, Master. I think you’ll like this place.”
The Doctor led him from the TARDIS into a bustling outdoor market. Walking amongst the stalls were dozens of couples similar to themselves - one person clothed, the other naked, the naked one usually bound or collared, and often on a leash like his own. The corners of his mouth turned up. The Doctor knew him so well. He felt his cock stir in anticipation of what he hoped was to come.
He followed the Doctor as he made his way through the colorful bazaar. Unlike most such places he’d been, the Master couldn’t help noticing that the wares were... just a bit more than sexual in nature. He’d never seen such a strange collection of toys, apparently designed for every species imaginable. His eyes widened as the Doctor picked out several frightening new things. He caught a smile play on the Doctor’s lips and he wondered if they were being bought for actual use or just for the effect that imagining them would have on the Master.
The Doctor examined a particularly unique butt plug, very long but not particularly wide. It was long enough to reach deep into the Master’s body and open up not only his first sphincter but his second. And at about two inches in from the base, was a protrusion, almost like a second cock head that was designed to stimulate the prostate. “I don’t think you need to wrap this one,” the Doctor told the shopkeeper with a smile
He took a tube of lubricant from his pocket and handed it and the plug to the Master. “Prepare it for yourself, as you would like it,” the Doctor said.
The length of it was unnerving, and the Master was a little afraid of what it would feel like inside him. But he knew how much the Doctor liked it when being filled caused him discomfort, so he put just enough lube on the thing to take the edge off the initial pain of entry. He handed the lube and then the plug back to the Doctor.
“Now, Master, bend over the gentleman’s display case,” he ordered.
“You call your slave Master?” the merchant asked.
“It’s ironic,” the Doctor said. “Spread yourself open for it.”
The Master reached behind him and spread his arse cheeks wide. The entry didn’t come right away though. Instead he heard comments from the passers-by about the display he was making of himself. The Master reddened over his entire body.
“Yes, he does have a lovely arse, thank you,” he heard the Doctor tell one of them. “No, I’m afraid I don’t share, though I certainly can understand your desire!” he heard the Doctor laughing with another. The Doctor must have then been speaking to an alien, because the Master heard him explain exactly what the toy would do to his arse while inserted, how the Time Lord physiology would react to the length and the pressure. It was all very clinical, though the entire time the Doctor’s hand rested possessively on the rise of his arse. “Of course you may watch,” the Doctor told someone.
And then the Master felt the press of the plug’s head against his opening. He sucked in a breath, tightening his muscles, even though he knew he should be relaxing them. Being on display like this, with who knew how many people or aliens watching, frightened him.
“Master,” the Doctor said softly. He stroked his back reassuringly and the Master opened to the toy, groaning with pleasure as it settled into position, stimulating all the spots for which it was designed. “Stand up now,” the Doctor told him. “Turn around and let everyone see how you react to being filled.”
The Master stood and turned, closing his eyes. The Doctor gave a tug on his leash. “Open them.”
He did and saw four humanoids and two non-humanoids taking a decided interest in him, looking down at his cock, which was hard from the sensations within his arse. The merchant was suddenly beset upon with sales. When the Doctor went to pay for the plug that was deep inside the Master, the shopkeeper was more than happy to comp it to him for the advertisement the Doctor’s display had provided.
The Doctor tugged on the Master’s leash and led him to the edges of the bazaar to an outdoor café. The Master knelt at the Doctor’s feet as he sat at a table. The pressure of his heels against the plug in his arse caused him to shudder. It was almost too much to bear, almost painful with the pleasure of it. The Doctor reached his hand down and the Master settled his face into it, the touch calming him.
A clothed waiter brought the Doctor a cup of something warm and stimulating, while a naked and chained waiter brought the Master a bowl of water and sat it on the ground before him. “You may use your hands, Master,” the Doctor said.
“Thank you, Doctor.” The Master picked up the bowl with both hands and carefully drank from it. Setting it down, he knew he should just kneel, slightly away from the Doctor, and await his next command, but he couldn’t do it. He had to touch the Doctor somewhere, had to have tangible proof of his presence. Hesitantly, he leaned slightly against the Doctor’s leg. Feeling no rebuke, he settled there and rested his head nearly in the Doctor’s lap.
The Doctor knew he shouldn’t give into the Master’s need for affection right then, but he couldn’t bring himself to push the Master away. It felt so good to receive his need, to know that the entirety of the Master’s universe at that moment was the touch of the Doctor’s leg. He felt himself start to rise within his trousers and turned sideways in his chair until the Master knelt between his knees.
Too eagerly, the Master leaned forward and began to mouth the Doctor through the wool of his trousers. The Doctor pulled on the back of the Master’s collar, jerking his head away from his crotch. “I did not give you permission, Master,” he warned. He turned back around to face the table, pushing the Master away from his leg.
The Master whimpered at having displeased the Doctor.
An older gentleman at the next table spoke to the Doctor. “Quite right you are. Impertinence must never be rewarded or they’ll never know their place.”
“Oh, I totally agree,” the Doctor said. “This one definitely needs a firm hand to remind him of that.” The Doctor looked down at him. “Isn’t that right, Master?”
“Yes, Doctor,” the Master said, looking down. He heard the older man laugh at the joke of his name. He felt his face redden with embarrassment and more than a touch of anger. He fought that down, though, not wanting to risk the Doctor becoming truly displeased with him.
“Bend over, Master, forehead to the ground, arse in the air,” the Doctor instructed.
The Master immediately obeyed and heard the sound of the Doctor’s belt being pulled from his trousers. He would be punished for his disobedience. The Doctor moved his chair around to a better angle and his belt fell on the Master’s arse. The next blow was more perfectly aimed and as it struck, it drove the plug deeper into him. The Master barely had time to yelp before the next blow landed. Each time the Doctor struck harder than the last until the Master’s arse cheeks were inflamed with pain and the plug being driven into him had managed to bring him to the verge of coming.
“His skin does take on a lovely blush, thank you.” The Master hadn’t heard the first part of that, he’d been so concentrated on the sensations engulfing him, but he knew that the older man and the Doctor were still discussing him as though he wasn’t even there. The Doctor hadn’t told him to move yet, so he knelt there with his arse in the air, on display, until a tug on his leash told him he could kneel up.
“Now I do want you on my cock, Master,” the Doctor said. Turning his chair around again, he canted his hips. “But not your mouth.”
“Yes, Doctor,” the Master said.
The Doctor unfastened his flies and slid his trousers and pants down onto his hips, freeing his cock. “Bend over, hands on your ankles.” When he got into position, the Doctor quickly removed the plug from his arse. “Put this away,” he said, handing the oddly shaped dripping thing to the Master, who put it into one of the shopping bags. “Now lower yourself onto me. Fuck yourself. Let everyone sitting at this café see how much you need to have a big cock up your arse. You may not come until after I have, Master, so time it well.”
The Master looked over his shoulder at the Doctor and saw the other Time Lord’s satisfied smirk. He blushed again and raised himself to balance over the Doctor’s erection. Reaching underneath himself, the Master guided the Doctor’s cock to his opening and slowly lowered himself onto it. He tossed his head back and groaned loudly and the feel of the Doctor inside of him at last. Sitting on his lap, the Master circled his hips, grinding down onto the Doctor’s cock before raising and lowering himself upon it.
The Master kept his head thrown back and his eyes closed or looking off into the sky. The Doctor’s hand grabbed the back of his head and straightened his neck. “Look at them, Master. No hiding. Look at them wanting you to be theirs. Look at his cock hard over there, how he wishes I’d let you sit on his lap after. Look at her watching your cock get harder, wondering what it would be like to tie you down and ride you. And look at that slave, jealous that you get to have me up your arse and he doesn’t. Watch them, Master. You’re here to give them pleasure, as well. Show them your best. Since I won’t share your body, let them share your lust.”
“Yes, Doctor,” he gasped loudly. “Oh, yes!” He pounded himself up and down on the Doctor’s cock, working his muscles around the throbbing shaft. He let himself give voice to his desire, panting and moaning and begging. And he watched. It thrilled him that those who were clothed desired him and that those who were naked desired the Doctor. He wanted to make them lose their reserve. When a woman reached under her skirt and then pulled her slave to lick her, a smug smile, that was entirely inappropriate to his position, snuck across his face. He fixed a man with his gaze and panted, licking his lips and causing the man to rub himself through his trousers.
“Now, Master,” the Doctor whispered to him. “Make me come.”
Instantly his attention was back on the Doctor and he wanted to do nothing more than to do just that. Imagining the things the Doctor did to his arse when he was beneath him, the Master tried to make those same sensations as he rode the Doctor’s cock. He focused his every effort on pleasing the Doctor and before long he felt the Doctor fill his arse with come. He was near the edge himself, but before he could turn his attentions to his own prick, the Doctor removed him from his lap and pushed him to kneeling on the ground again.
“Make yourself come, Master. Right here. With everyone watching.” The Doctor looked down at the Master’s cock and watched his hand pumping faster on it. “Come for me, Master,” the Doctor commanded. The words were enough to send him over and his come spurted out between his fingers, splattering on the ground in front of him.
Not leaving him time to recover, the Doctor grabbed up the leash and standing, gave it a tug. “Gather up the things and bring them along. I think it’s time we head home.”
“Yes, Doctor,” the Master said, enthusiastically. And if there was an eager little bounce to his step as he followed the Doctor, well, who could exactly blame him
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