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By : romythoms
Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who
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The Master smirked as he tightened the last knot and stood back to admire his handiwork.
The Brigadier, bound, naked, and hairless from the neck down thanks to the Time Lord's electronic depilator, glared up at him. "I won't tell you anything."
The Master laughed, enjoying the way the soldier's muscles moved under his smooth skin as he strained against the bonds. "My dear Brigadier, what makes you think I want you to tell me anything? I'm doing this because I enjoy it!"
He rechecked the thin, elasticated ropes, satisfied that his prisoner had no hope of escaping. In the dungeon room, deep inside the Master's TARDIS where chains hung from the ceiling and whips and paddles lined the walls, he had sat the Brigadier on a padded bench, spreading his legs wide so that he could tie his ankles and knees to two of the supports. The Brigadier's arms, already cuffed behind him at the wrists, were doubly secured with twists of rope across his chest that were tied above and below his biceps. The ropes were cutting into him a little, and the Master admired the way they framed Lethbridge-Stewart's pectorals - though the nipples, he noticed, were button-flat. He would have to do something about that.
First though, he picked up a length of thin white cord from the selection on the bench next to him. Grasping his prisoner's cock in a gloved hand, he began to rub, chuckling as the other man's body writhed in a futile attempt to move away.
"No..!"
The Master ignored the protests, and the swearing that followed, as the wanking took effect and the Brigadier's penis stretched and hardened. Then he wound the cord in a figure-of-eight around the base of the genitals, pulling on the balls to stretch them as he did so before running the cord under the seat and tying the end to the bench's back bar.
The nipple-clamps were next, and once they were in place the Master pulled weighted chains from a pulley above his head and secured them to the clamps.

The Brigadier yelled with pain as the weights swung, pulling on the chains and making the clamps bite into the sensitive flesh.
"How handsome you look," the Master said, "Nude. Erect. Sweating with pain and..." - he touched a finger to the captive penis - "...anticipation."
"Go to hell."
"Ah, my brave little soldier. Still playing the defiant one. Admirable."
He plucked a riding crop from the selection on the wall behind him and, after a moment's thought, picked up a metal riding-bit that he buckled into the Brigadier's mouth.
Gently, but with the persistent rhythm of a ticking clock, he began to bounce the end of crop against the stretched, purpling knob of the Brigadier's balls.

The Master noted his prisoner's ragged breathing, and the whimpers of pain that accompanied the riding crop's constant, busy slaps against cockhead, thighs and balls. Once in a while, he would hit just a little harder, drawing a louder cry - though he noticed that the Brigadier tried to control his physical reactions, having learned the hard way that pulling away from the source of the pain only led to the nipple-clamps biting harder.
Time to move on.
Tossing aside the riding crop, the Master selected an electro-stim, holding it close against the Brigadier's cock-head and pressing the 'on' switch. He was rewarded with a scream of pain and, as the prisoner threw his head back, writhing and moaning, the Master moved the device over and around the throbbing penis, touching it to the skin here and there where it might cause the most discomfort.
When he was satisfied that the Brigadier was actually sobbing with pain, he switched the device off and put it aside, then removed the nipple-clamps. The prisoner's tits were red and swollen, bleeding a little where the clamps had dug into the skin, and the Master leaned down to lick. His victim groaned and writhed as the stimulation caused more pain, and the Master laughed, straightened, and removed his gloves before fondling and squeezing the sore nipples between his fingers.
"That's better," he said, flicking each nipple with a fingernail and being rewarded with more gasps of pain. Removing the bit from the Brigadier's mouth, he added, "Now, have you learned who is the Master here?"
The prisoner swore and spat at him.
The Master realized more lessons must be applied.

He untied the Brigadier from the bench, but used a stretcher-bar to keep his feet apart. A leather collar was buckled around the prisoner's neck, and a short chain attached to it was hooked through the cords around his balls making it impossible for him to straighten up. For good measure, the Master hung weights from the prisoner's balls, and used one of the chains that had been attached to the tit-clamps to hook onto the cords around his wrists.
Lubing a small butt-plug, he wriggled the end against the Brigadier's tight hole for a moment, before pressing it inside and drawing a groan from the prisoner. Patting the small silver disk that was all that marked the plug's presence within, the Master picked up a split bamboo cane and circled the end around the Brigadier's upraised arse.
"Don't ever spit at me again," he said.
Stepping to one side, he raised the cane and brought it down across the taut round buttocks. It made a most satisfactory sound, almost drowned by the Brigadier's squeal, and it left a distinctive red stripe where it had landed.
The Master ran his free hand across the welt, nodded with satisfaction, and applied himself to giving his prisoner a thorough and well warranted caning.

Removing the chains from wrists and collar, the Master at last allowed his prisoner to stand upright.
The Brigadier was panting hard, and crimson in the face, though the Master was not sure whether that was due to pain, anger, humiliation, the strain of the weights that still dangled from his balls or a combination of all four. That the prisoner's backside was a matching shade of red was entirely due to the thrashing it had just received, and the Master gave it a little pat as he moved in closer.
"Still enjoying yourself, I see," he said, stepping in front of the Brigadier and wrapping his fingers around the enforced erection "Let's see what happens when I do this." Quickly, he unwound the cord around the cock and balls, and the Brigadier yelled with pain, arching his back and groaning as the Master tightened his grip on the throbbing member and began to stimulate it in earnest.
Moving to stand close to the Brigadier's right side, the Master rubbed harder and faster with his right hand, and reached around with his left to press against the butt-plug. "Cum for me," he murmured, enjoying the view in the wall-mirror of his naked prisoner's helpless writhing and thrusting, "Cum for your Master."
He saw the Brigadier grit his teeth, shake his head, heard him moan "No," and "Don't... please...!" - then felt the spasms that told him the man had done as he was bid. Warm spunk spurted over his hand and the Master directed it over the Brigadier's belly and chest. He rubbed the salty fluid into the sore tits, delighting in the pained reaction it provoked, then held up his fingers to the prisoner's mouth. "Lick them clean. Unless you want another thrashing."

Once his fingers had been cleaned, the Master combed them through the Brigadier’s hair to dry them, then backed his prisoner up against a hip-height padded couch. Pushing Lethbridge-Stewart onto his back, the Master attached chains to the ankle-cuffs at each end of the stretcher-bar, and used the pulley to raise the man's legs up, and back over his head. Touching a button, he raised the end of the couch where the Brigadier’s head lay, and nodded with satisfaction when his face was angled to watch what was happening.
“Time to replace this with something a bit bigger,” he said, easing the butt-plug out and throwing it into the waste cycler.
Positioning himself between the Brigadier’s spread, upturned thighs, the Master began to finger his ass, slipping one digit inside then another, sawing them back and forth, twisting his hand a little. “How deliciously tight you are,” he said, “I can’t tell you how much pleasure this will give me.”
Unzipping his trousers, he eased his erect cock slowly into the hole he had been playing with and pushed his hips forward a little, drawing a groan from the prisoner as his ass stretched to accommodate the intruder. The Master slid himself in further, enjoying the way the Brigadier writhed underneath him, the noises he made – low moans which rose in pitch when the Master reached down to squeeze and pull on the bruised balls and sore cock.
When he was in to the hilt, the Master indulged himself in a couple of deep, slow thrusts. Then he braced his free hand on the bench, pushed in hard, and began to fuck in earnest, his lust driven to greater heights by the moans and little bleating noises the Brigadier was making, noises that matched the Master’s pounding rhythm. Letting go of the abused cock and balls, he gripped the prisoner’s thighs, and began to thrust harder, faster, looking down to watch himself hammering in and out, looking up to make sure that the Brigadier was watching too.
“Did you know,” he said, his voice only slightly out of breath despite his ruthless exertions, “That Time Lords can choose to do this for hours of your earth time? I’m enjoying myself so much, I think I will.”

"If you bite it," said the Master, as he proffered his cock for the Brigadier to suck, "I will cut yours off."
He had turned the Brigadier onto his belly, cuffed his wrists and ankles together behind him, and used the pulley and chain to draw the limbs upward till only his chest was resting on the couch. It looked awkward, painful - and from where the Master stood, extremely erotic.
He pressed himself further into the prisoner's mouth and, ignoring the moans and choking noises, grabbed the Brigadier's hair and used it to move the man's head back and forth.
"Use your tongue," he instructed. "There, that's better. Yes, that's very nice - are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Rubbing himself to help things along, he pulled clear at the last moment and, with a final grunt of satisfaction, popped his load across Lethbridge-Stewart's face. He cleaned himself with a white handkerchief and tidied himself up, then walked slowly along the side of the couch. He ran a hand along the warm, wet skin of the prisoner's arched back, and patted the welted arse that was bowed upward by the hog-tie. "I think I may use you some more, a little later," he said, "And my friends on Kochuran will love you."
He licked his lips, anticipating the fun of having the UNIT officer crawling naked on a leash in front of jeering slave traders. Of course, he would need a little more training first.
Selecting a fat dildo with a stiff rubber tail on the end, the Master pushed it into the Brigadier, and stood back to admire the effect. "Very nice," he said. "I'm going to leave you to think about how good it feels to have me up there inside you, and when I get back I shall expect you to be hard with anticipation. Do you understand?"
The Brigadier's eyes closed as he nodded. "Yes."
The Master reached down, grasped the prisoner's balls, and squeezed hard, receiving an extremely satisfactory scream in response. "Yes, what?" he said, pulling and twisting the sac as he spoke.
"Master! Yes, Master! For fuck's sake! Stop...!"
Releasing the balls, the Master strolled to the opposite end of the couch and tangled his fingers in his prisoner's damp hair to lift his head. "Does this mean you have finally learned who is the Master here?"
"Yes, Master. For the moment - you are."
The Time Lord laughed then, and patted the Brigadier's face. "'For the moment'. I do like a man with a sense of humor!"
Strolling to the door, he paused for a moment and looked back over his shoulder. "Remember, Brigadier - when I get back, be hard. Or you will be punished."
Dimming the lights, he exited the room, still chuckling.
It had been a very good day. And tomorrow promised to be just as exciting.
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Bound	By : romythoms Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 2487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dr Who or its characters. no money/profit is made

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