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were_lemurDoctor Who, Ainley!Master(Fifth Doctor), adult, not mine. The Doctor foils the Master's plan in a completely unexpected way.
When he planned the trap on Castrovalva, he'd imagined his victory over the Doctor. The reality is disappointing; addled by regeneration sickness, he doesn't realize there's an enemy to fight. The Master gives him a sleeping draught and puts him to bed.
Alone, he indulges in a fantasy of the Doctor; beautiful new body naked, eager for his Master's touch. He slides his hand down around his cock and imagines the Doctor sinking onto him, the look of ecstasy as he takes his full length, the taste of the skin over his collarbones, the unconditional surrender he only dreams of.
When he planned the trap on Castrovalva, he'd imagined his victory over the Doctor. The reality is disappointing; addled by regeneration sickness, he doesn't realize there's an enemy to fight. The Master gives him a sleeping draught and puts him to bed.
Alone, he indulges in a fantasy of the Doctor; beautiful new body naked, eager for his Master's touch. He slides his hand down around his cock and imagines the Doctor sinking onto him, the look of ecstasy as he takes his full length, the taste of the skin over his collarbones, the unconditional surrender he only dreams of.
