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were_lemur) wrote2012-11-07 02:53 am
were_lemur) wrote2012-11-07 02:53 am
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Hoist on His Own ... (Drabble Project, Day 311)
WARNING: consent issues.
Ainley!Master expected to be the one on top, but Fivey didn't go along with the plan.
The trap had been perfect; the machine, diabolical.
The only problem was, the Doctor had proved cleverer than he’d anticipated. Cleverer, and more ruthless.
Now, he’s the one trapped by the metal bands that hold wrists, thighs, ankles firmly in place. Pinned as much by the Doctor’s blue eyes as by the machine itself, the thick length that it pistons relentlessly in and out of him.
And then the Doctor slips out of his ridiculous outfit, and he’s clearly prepared himself beforehand, because when he lowers himself onto the Master’s length, he’s slick.
“Don’t come,” he orders, “until I do.”
Ainley!Master expected to be the one on top, but Fivey didn't go along with the plan.
The trap had been perfect; the machine, diabolical.
The only problem was, the Doctor had proved cleverer than he’d anticipated. Cleverer, and more ruthless.
Now, he’s the one trapped by the metal bands that hold wrists, thighs, ankles firmly in place. Pinned as much by the Doctor’s blue eyes as by the machine itself, the thick length that it pistons relentlessly in and out of him.
And then the Doctor slips out of his ridiculous outfit, and he’s clearly prepared himself beforehand, because when he lowers himself onto the Master’s length, he’s slick.
“Don’t come,” he orders, “until I do.”