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were_lemurDoctor Who, Simm!Master, adult, not mine. Held prisoner in the TARDIS, the Master comes up with a new way to mess with the Doctor.
A luxurious room with the lock on the outside was still a cell.
The Master glared at the camera; he was tired of being under observation to make sure he didn't kill himself. As if he would; his refusal to regenerate had been a bluff, and the Doctor had dragged him to the TARDIS's sick bay, anyhow.
Then he had an idea; if the Doctor wanted a show, he'd give him one.
He undid his trousers and positioned himself, legs spread to give the Doctor the best possible view, and began to slide his hand up and down his cock.
A luxurious room with the lock on the outside was still a cell.
The Master glared at the camera; he was tired of being under observation to make sure he didn't kill himself. As if he would; his refusal to regenerate had been a bluff, and the Doctor had dragged him to the TARDIS's sick bay, anyhow.
Then he had an idea; if the Doctor wanted a show, he'd give him one.
He undid his trousers and positioned himself, legs spread to give the Doctor the best possible view, and began to slide his hand up and down his cock.
