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were_lemurDoctor Who, Ainley!Master, adult, not mine. The Master enjoys his pain-free new body.
After leaving Traken in his stolen body, the Master parks his TARDIS in the vortex. After years of constant pain, its absence is bliss, and he wants to properly enjoy the sensation. For a long time he stands in his console room, breathing deeply, stretching his limbs, delighted to be in a body that doesn't hurt.
He's almost surprised when he feels a different kind of pleasure; it's been so long since he had the energy to even think about sex. He's willing to seize the moment, though. He repairs to his quarters and wraps his fingers around his cock.
After leaving Traken in his stolen body, the Master parks his TARDIS in the vortex. After years of constant pain, its absence is bliss, and he wants to properly enjoy the sensation. For a long time he stands in his console room, breathing deeply, stretching his limbs, delighted to be in a body that doesn't hurt.
He's almost surprised when he feels a different kind of pleasure; it's been so long since he had the energy to even think about sex. He's willing to seize the moment, though. He repairs to his quarters and wraps his fingers around his cock.
