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I'm the hunter, I bring back the good

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He stopped dead in his motion as cold shivers run down his spine and his legs were about to give in. He was held upright only by the chain on his left arm that was still in place. Jack just looked in horror at the scene. The fright in the Doctor's eyese and his quickly paling skin. The triumph in the Master's face and his wide grin as his long cold fingers traced the marks on the Doctor's chest. He reached out with his hand trying to touch the Doctor, but he was just an inch out of reach. The Masters grin broadened even more at Jack's desperate try. He let out a low chuckle that curdled Jacks blood. The Master then reached behind himself towards the table and Jack thought he was about to be really sick and closed his eyes.

The Doctor squeezed his eyes shut at the touch as his breathing hitched up and tried to calm down again. He tried focus on breathing slow regular breaths, but not seeing what the madman was up to, actually made things worse. It didn't do his breathing any benefit so he forced his eyes open again. He would not show so much fright in front of Jack, there was no way that would happen. He was strong, he could hold out, the Master couldn't defeat him, he was the Doctor. Slowly his breathing went back to normal as he focused a crack at the wall just behind Jacks head.
He then felt something icy cold on his chest burying itself deep inside his flesh and he cried out in a mixture of shock and pain. Slowly the Master drew the blade across his skin as to underline the marks he already left there.

“You're mine and mine only, Doctor. Don't you ever think of running away with the tramp! The Freak”, the Master sweetly whispered into his ear.
“But you were a naughty boy I have to admit that and you will be punished.”

The Doctor let out a strangled sound as the Masters right hand reached up is torso and closed around his throat. All while his left hand continued sliding the knife cruelly across his chest. Black spots began to enter his vision as fear and panic threatened to take over and his legs went shaky.

“Now that's more like it.” the Master said finishing his carving on the Doctor's chest and carelessly throwing the knife somewhere behind them. He loosened the grip on the Doctor's throat and lowered his right hand, pressing his thump into the fresh cut.
Another pained wince escaped the Doctor's lips and his legs were about to give in, but the Master steadied him just then.

“Oh Doctor, are we a bit weak? You better lie down then. Come over here at this table”, he purred into the Doctor's ear and guided him to sit on a table.
Alarmed by this Jack could no longer ignore his surroundings and opened his eyes again. And fuck it hurt. It hurt a lot seeing the Doctor like this. He wanted nothing more than to shoot the Master until his ammunition was gone and then take the Doctor and run away with him. Far, far away, so he never had to remember any of this. He must have made a sound at his thoughts because all a sudden the Master realized again that he was there and shot a look at him. His grin was sickening.

“Oh, Doctor. Remember how you promised me anything just so I stopped hurting the freak? I held my part of the contract. I left him alone the whole rest of the day and even most of the time in the last few weeks. I think it's time that I take what’s mine.”

He looked at the Doctor again and began to open the knot that tied his tracksuit bottoms to his small waist.

“No... No, please not. Not here. Not now...”, the Doctor winced with a broken voice.

“Oh yes. Right here and right now, Doctor. And before I'm done you'll beg me to fuck you. Hard. YOU will BEG me to fuck you hard, Doctor I promise you this.” He placed a soft kiss at the Doctors neck, then withdrew. And with that he tugged down the Doctor's bottoms. Then he focused on the cut on the Doctors chest sucking out the blood, nibbling at the edges enjoying the small pained sounds that made it through the Doctors resistance.

It was like he was stuck in his worst nightmare. He wanted to kill this man. Kill, kill, kill him, then wait for him to regenerate just to kill him again. Until it was no fun anymore, then he would just make sure he wouldn't regenerate. Watching the Doctor in so much pain and fear was making his insides churn. He didn't even want to think about what was about to happen. The thought that the Master might really rape the Doctor... Even Jack didn't think that's what he wanted. Break him and then use him for his victory, yes that he expected, but rape. He couldn't take it. He couldn't just watch.

“Stop it! Just stop you bastard!” he shouted.

And to his surprise the Master really did. He turned towards Jack. The Doctor had squeezed a hand over his mouth by then to stop making sounds and pressed his eyes shut. He shivered slightly but apart from that he was complete motionless lying on that cold metal table. His legs were dangling down the edge completely lost in fear of what was about to happen.
The Master smirked as he strolled over to Jack. He placed his hands against the wall to either side of Jacks head, bringing his face really close to his. Jack could feel the Masters cold breath on his cheeks and tried to look him stern in the face.

“Oh Jack, oh Jack… oh my beautiful freak. Look how loyal and faithful you are. Just like a good pet needs to be. Did he treat you alright, your Doctor? Took you with him on adventures, feed you when you got hungry with exotic stuff you’ve never seen and then give you a good fuck, when you got back into the Tardis?”
Jack decided to just glare at the Master, not saying a word.

“Oh he knows how to treat you fools”, the Master went on, “that hypocrite bastard. Look how he despises me for keeping you two as my pets with force while he is not the least bit different. But oh he’s clever. He’s so clever. You never even noticed you’re doing everything exactly as he wants, haven’t you?”

The Doctor made a weak disagreeing sound behind the Master’s back, but the Master just kept on talking like nothing happened, ignoring him completely. He brought his face even closer to Jack whispering directly into his ear.

“He manipulates people into doing whatever he likes, you know. He could get you to find a way to permanently kill yourself while still pitying him all just by talking for five minutes.” He drew back his face and laughed.

“I don’t care what you think you filthy rotten bastard”

“Oh I know that Jack. He’s got you all wrapped around his pretty finger and if you’ve been a good boy he let you have his pretty little ass as well. You’re so addicted to him aren’t you?” The Master looked down on Jack with disgust. “But of course you want me to spare your precious little Doctor. I’m not like him you see. I can accept other peoples will. You want me to spare him? I’ll make you a suggestion. Give you another option.”

He looked Jack in the eye completely captivating him there. Slowly he lifted one of his hands from the wall and placed it on Jacks chest before leaning really close to him again.

“What if I do everything to you then?” He whispered ever so softly brushing Jack’s cheeks with his lips.
“Oh I’m good at that sort of thing I promise you, you will feel good.” He let his hand travel down Jacks body really slowly.
“Yes I think that’s a nice idea, letting the Doctor watch how I steal away his precious pet. What you think of it, Doctor?”
He turned around with a scary smirk on his face.

The Doctor looked at the scene in horror. Every word the Master said had burned holes into his soul, tearing him apart piece by piece. He knew pretty well himself how manipulating he could be if he wants to. And how often have people gotten into danger because he wanted to see something. Wanted to be adored so desperately. And just how many people have died because of him. Yes, he always tried to save people, still he killed loads. Even his own race. And then again who decides whom to help and whom to just leave to his fate. How many times has he just walked by a planet and left its people to their doom. And how many have died because of his mercy, of his cowardice. He could have killed the Master before. All this would not have happened if he just had. And there was no denying the fact he always knew the Master was like this when given the chance. All his friends would live in piece today if he would have just killed this man when he got the chance to. But he didn’t do anything. And all the disaster just happened. But not this time, no this time he could stop it. He wouldn’t allow the Master to hurt any other of his friends. He would do what it takes to stop him.

He looked at the Masters grin with a determined face.

“Fuck me Master.”

“And again you are the winner Doctor aren’t you? Oh I know you so well. Always the martyr, always the hero. But actually it’s just another occasion you get your will. But who would I be to deny you that.”

He stood right next to the Doctor now their faces almost touching. The Doctor squeezed his eyes shut and tried to detach himself. He had had sex with the Master before. Nothing to be afraid of. He told himself. Just let him do as he pleases and than work on a escape plan again. He just managed to calm down a bit when the Master took hold of both of his wrists and tied them together over his head so he was forced to lied flat on the cold metal table. He didn't want to open his eyes, but he couldn't stand not knowing what the Master would do next either.
He flinched when he finally looked – the Masters face was just inches from his. One elbow rested besides the Doctor's face as he propped his head up in his hand, while his other hand reached out to caress the Doctor's cheek. The Doctor began to tremble again, the kindness confusing him.

“Trying to detach, aren't we? Was it so bad back then? Is having sex with me such a bad prospect you have to detach mind from body?”

The Doctor's drew a hitching breath but stayed silent otherwise.

The Masters eyes seemed to glow in the dark room. His hand slowly wandering down the Doctor's throat. A touch that made the Doctor uneasy, unwelcome memories flooding his mind. He wriggled a bit.

“So it really is that bad then... if that's so, let me help you a bit.”

The Master withdrew with a poker face and turned his back to the Doctor to fetch something. The Doctor's mind was just a spinning mess. He couldn't quite grasp a though and didn't know what to feel anymore. He missed his Koshei so much after all. That's why he could never kill him. That's why he's so afraid of this. He couldn't say he doesn't want it but he never wanted it like this. Never ever like this.

The Master returned to the Doctor without another word some black fabric in his hand, a tie maybe, that he quickly fastened over the Doctors eyes. It felt silky and smooth.

“What are you doing?”, the Doctor asked a bit panicky. He didn't like the idea of not knowing what was going on at all.

“You wanted to detach yourself. Now you can easily imagine someone else doing this. Maybe even your precious freak.” You could basically hear the smirking in his voice.

Then he crushed down onto the Doctors lips. He pressed his tongue into the Doctor's mouth and explored every corner of it. His right hand wandering down the Doctor's chest, slightly running his fingernails over the pale skin. Then he withdrew a few inches from the kiss and bit the Doctors lips until he could taste some blood.
The Doctor didn't resist him but he didn't reciprocate either. He didn't even make a sound. But the Master could feel his heartbeats flutter frantically under his palms and his breathing was going faster. He started to tremble.

“...It's not like that...”, he managed to aspirate between to breaths.
God, how could something feel so wrong and so right at the same time? The Master's actions send shivers up and down his spine. Out of fear or anticipation he couldn't tell. After all the Master always has been a beautiful danger. And danger drew the Doctor towards it like light does with moths.

“Not like what Doctor?”, the Master purred into his ears stopping for a moment waiting for the response.

“I don't want to... imagine... someone. I just want it... not like that.”

I want the old you, he thought but didn't say. He wanted Koshei. Not the Master

“You hear that, freak?”

The Master looked over his shoulder at Jack, who had watched the scene in horror.

“He doesn't even want to imagine you over me. I beat you even in that.”

Suddenly he tugged at the Doctors tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down, completely baring him. The Doctor let out a shocked cry that the Master stifled with another kiss.

“Liar! Filthy rotten liar!”, Jack shouted, “Stop it right now!”

“Sorry freak. He had his chance. It's too late to back out now.”
He quickly let go of the Doctor and walked over to Jack. The Doctor couldn't see what he was doing of course but all of a sudden Jacks cries were only muffled and low, barely audible. He must have gagged him
And with that he walked back to the table and launched himself onto the Doctor once more.

Jack was watching. How could he forget that? He felt so embarrassed to be so weak and humiliated in front of Jack. He didn't even know what the Master was doing. The blindfold was too thick to peer trough. He never really liked blindfolds even when he still trusted the Master. He hated to not be completely in control of what was happening. He could feel the Masters hands exploring his body, a gentle touch he could almost lean in to. Almost. If not for the crippling fear of this demon. Fear had definitely taken over by now.

“Oh don't worry Doctor, you will love this. You've always been a little kinky and you know that”, the Master said smiling as he slapped the Doctor's stomach with the palm of his hand.

The Doctor flinched hard and tugged at his restrains whimpering slightly, more out of shock than of hurt. The blow had taken him by surprise. He wiggled a bit more when the Master dragged his fingernails hard along his sides leaving angry red marks. The Doctor has bit his lips bloody by then.

The Master ran his hands slowly over the Doctors thighs pulling them apart. The Doctor trembled all over now and threw his head nervously from one side to the other. He could feel the Masters weight shift away from his chest as he positioned himself between the Doctors legs.
Then the Master took him into his mouth.

And dear Rassilon, he was good. It took him by surprise so he had bucked into the touch. The Master didn't withdraw but swallowed him whole. The Doctor bit his tongue in a desperate try to stay quiet. Still, a low moan made it through his gritted teeth every now and then, as the Master started moving his head up and down. The Master still knew him in that way. He knew just how to swirl his tongue around him, suck in his cheeks and scrape his member with his teeth ever so slightly.

The Doctor felt betrayed by his body. He didn't want that. He really didn't. At least really not while Jack was watching and he was a prisoner of the Master's and literally the whole universe was in danger. But his body has longed to be touched for centuries really and the Master's touch was full of sweet, sweet memories. He could feel his resistance grow weaker and weaker.

The Master stopped suddenly pushing himself up and climbing on top of the Doctor again to kiss him deeply.

“That's right Doctor. Just let go and enjoy it.”, he whispered between two kisses.

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Then he touched the Doctors temples and filled his head with wonderful memories of all the times when they had sex on Gallifrey.
The Doctor felt himself grow almost painfully hard and whimpered slightly as the cold air grazed his genital. He tried to loose himself in the memories, this was happening anyway after all, but his head didn't let him. No matter how much space the Master filled with nice things, there was always that tiny bit left in a corner of his conscience making him well aware of his situation.
The Master fought that tiny corner for a bit, but eventually giving up. It was not necessary to crush it to get what he wants and what he wants was all that counted right no. .
He focused back on sucking the Doctor for another couple of minutes, drawing stifled moans from the Doctors mouth, ignoring his arms trashing around in their restraints, almost getting him to orgasm but stopped in the right moment. That really drew out a little cry from the Doctor and made him huff in desperation. He propped the Doctors feet up and parted them before tying them to the table as well, to get a better access to the Doctors bottom. There was no lube around but the Doctor was quite wet already. It would still be pretty rough, but the Master couldn't care less as he shoved a finger inside the Doctor rather fast.

The Doctor cried out in pain and bit into his arm to keep himself from making noises. He couldn't quite remember anything that has ever felt that bad. Not even the time war. Yes he killed everyone. But he did it for a good reason and had at least some sort of piece as he had anticipated to die as well. But this broke him completely. There was no pleasure in this. His body might respond to it but his mind didn't. Tears were streaming down his face. He was hyper aware of the fact that Jack was watching so he put all his focus on not making a sound, trying to not make it worse for Jack. It was really hard to focus on anything else than what was being done to him though. After stretching him a little the Master had pushed himself in without hesitation, pain shooting trough the Doctors body as he felt something tear inside him. Again and again he felt his back scrape over the cold metal as the Master thrust into him over and over again.

“stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,...”, he faintly repeated over and over, barely audible.

The Master didn't care. He was completely lost in the moment. He didn't care about the Doctor crying, bleeding and shouting and just went on with his business until he was finished. Only then he came around again and saw what he had done. The Doctor was whimpering helplessly, shivering and trembling. His skin was terribly pale and he threatened to throw up any second. Blood covered his bottom were the Master didn't take any care at all and injured him. The Master froze in horror. Slowly he realized what the Doctor had been uttering all the time.
He didn't want that. He wanted it to be good for the Doctor. Wanted to make him realize that he could be trusted and that he should stay with him, cause he'll make him feel good. But instead the sound of the drums had once again completely taken over and destroyed everything. Guilt rushed over him more like a tsunami than a wave. He jumped up then he walked over to Jack.

The man didn't even have the energy to glare anymore. He just worried. He leaned against his handcuffs with all his strength. He wanted to get to the Doctor and help him so bad. He didn't even realize the Master was walking to him until he was in striking proximity. One of his hands shoot out and grabbed Jack around the throat.

“Listen to me freak”, he hissed, “I'm going to let you loose for an hour. Your body's full of vortex energy. Go and heal him. I'll be coming back then. It's the only chance of freedom you'll get for a long long time so you better make good use of it and don't try anything funny because your precious Doctor will suffer even more if you do.”

He let go of Jacks throat and opened his handcuffs quickly as he promised before rushing out of the room without another word.
He hectically closed the door behind him and locked it securely. Letting the freak off was probably the worst idea he had in a while and he knew himself that his rushed threat to him had little to no effect but he didn't know what else to do. It would take him weeks to fix up the Doctor and at least for now he couldn't stand the idea of the man being in pain for so long.
He rushed into the next loo and violently threw up before locking himself in his room.