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"Do he tell you what to do with him until it wears off?" The Brigadier asked.
"No," Replied Jo. "When he had me tie him down, he was already barely himself. He was like this a minute later."
"I see," The Brigadier sighed. "How long did he say he would be like this for?"
"The Doctor said that we'd best keep him tied up for at least five hours. He also said he would be back to normal after about six hours."
The Doctor and Jo had been exploring a new planet when all of a sudden he'd fallen ill. By the time they had made it back to the TARDIS, he was shaking, sweating, and could barely speak a coherent sentence. He had had enough time to tell Jo that his symptoms would only get worse and about how long they would last. He had also had the time to program the TARDIS to go back to Unit HQ and to tell Jo to tie him to a chair. The Doctor wasn't sure what he might do if he got loos while infected; keeping him tied to a chair seemed like the best way to prevent that.
"Well I suppose we'd better keep an eye on him until he is back to normal." Suggested the Brigadier. "My shift's nearly over so -" He was cut off by a particularly loud whine from the Doctor.
The 'symptoms' which the Doctor were experiencing were different than what Jo had been expecting. The Doctor seemed to have lost anything resembling clear thoughts and was now writhing about in the chair. His head was lulled to the side, his eyes were half lidded, and there was a thin trail of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. He kept switching back and forth between rubbing his thighs together in an attempt to get friction, an attempt which seemed to be failing, and spreading his legs apart and whine even louder in what Jo assumed was an attempt to entice someone to touch him.
When the Doctor spread his legs, this time there was a visible and growing wet spot between his legs.
"Do you think we should cover him up?" Jo asked.
"I think it might be rude to toss a cover over him."
"Yes, but I think he would appreciate if we covered at least some of him." Jo said, gesturing at the visible wetness between his legs.
"Ah, I suppose you're right miss Grant." He said when he noticed what she was referring to. "Do you know where the Doctor might keep something we could use?"
"Oh, yes," Jo sprinted to one of the tables at the back of the lab. The doctor had left on of his capes their before they had left. "We could use this." She said as she held up the fabric for Alistair to see.
Jo walked back to were the Brigadier stood. "Would you mind?" She asked, holding out the cape to him.
"Sure." He said as he took the cape from her hand. As he approached the Doctor he noticed a strange smell and barely a memory later an odd feeling washed over him. He shook his head, trying to make it go away. When he focused his eyes again, the first thing that came into view was the Doctor. The Doctor suddenly looked very appealing to him.
"Brigadier?" Asked Jo. "Are you alright?"
"He looks so needy." As the Brigadier spoke, Jo noticed an absent quality to his voice. It reminded her of what the Doctor had sounded like not long before she had tied him to the chair.
"It's spread to you." she gasped. The Brigadier let the cape drop from his grasp.
"I know how to help him." He said, still staring at the whimpering, squirming Doctor. "It's so easy. I could make him better in less than five or six hours. I can fix him now." He began stalking towards the Doctor.
As soon as the Brigadier was within a meter of the Doctor, the time lord reacted. His head snapped up, eyes fully open and looking directly at the Brigadier. He began to thrust his hips in the direction of the other man and his low whimpers quickly turned into high pitched, desperate whines.
Jo didn't know what to do. Should she intervene? Should she let this happen? Should leave and spare her self for seeing this? Should she stay incase something happens?
Eventually Jo decided to get help. They were certainly both enthusiastic about this, however neither of them was in control of themselves at the moment. Jo figured she should try and stop this. She figured that the Brigadier would have to be restrained, similar to the Doctor. She wasn't strong enough to do that on her own though. That's how she came to the conclusion that she should go find someone to help.
As Jo sprinted from the room, she hear a zipper undone and moments later a low moan. She shuttered and tried not to think about it.
The zipper which had been undone belonged to the Brigadier. He moaned as he freed his cock from his trousers, giving himself a few long strokes. The doctor mewled when he saw The Brigadier's thick, dripping member.
"This is what you need isn't it." He growled. The Doctor nodded.
Alistair reached behind the chair, working to untie the Doctor's hands. As soon as his hands were free, the Doctor pounced on him.
The Brigadier was on his back, on the ground. The Doctor was on top of him kissing him and unbuttoning his clothes. The Doctor was stratling his leg, he could feel the time lord humping and grinding against his thigh.
He reached up and grabbed hold of the hem of his pants and swiftly yanked them down, exposing the Doctor's ass and cunt. The Doctor pulled away from him momentarily to pull his pants off the rest of the way, as well as his other clothes. The Brigadier took the opportunity to do the same.
The Brigadier decided it was his turn to be on top. He pushed the Doctor back against the ground. The Doctor let out a surprised squeak in surprise.
The Doctor wrapped his legs around the Brigadier's waist, pulling him closer.
Alistair thrust hard into the Doctor's dripping hole. As he did so, the Doctor let out a surprised yelp which quickly shifted into a pleased moan.
The Doctor wrapped his arms around the Brigadier, digging his fingers into his back. When Alistair began to roughly thrusting into him, the Doctor dug his fingers painfully into him.
The Brigadier leaned forward, panting and groaning into the Doctor's ear. After a particularly hard and well targeted thrust, the Doctor squealed and the Brigadier watched as his eyes rolled back in his head.
He leaned in to nip at the Doctor's neck and jaw. "Mine." He growled, before biting down hard on the Doctor's neck.
The Doctor came without warning. Alistair groaned as the time lord's pussy spasmed violently around his cock, tightening almost like a vice. The man's arms and legs tightened around him in a similar manner. The Brigadier continuously fucked him through his orgasm. He wasn't close to being done yet.
After the Doctor had finished he started whining. Every thrust from the Brigadier resulted in an unhappy whimper from the Doctor, the stimulation in his over-sensitive cunt was becoming painful. When he pushed at the Brigadier's chest, Alistair reluctantly complied.
He felt rather disappointed as he pulled his still hard cock from the Doctor's warm, wet pussy. He hadn't yet had a chance to finish and was already reaching to stroke himself when he was interrupted.
The Doctor grabbed his hand before he could touch himself and shook his head. He looked back at the Doctor with a confused expression.
The Doctor let go of his hand before rolling over onto his hand and knees before shifting down to lean on his shoulders and chest. He arched his back and wiggled his hips before looking back at the Brigadier. This he understood.
A thought passed through his mind that he should probably use lubrication. His mind was still foggy enough for him not to know where it would be located. He had a solution to that.
The Brigadier reached between the Doctor's legs. He slipped two fingers into the Doctor's still dripping and slick cunt. When he pulled them out, his fingers were visibility wet, a strand of slick connecting them to the Doctor's hole.
He immediately brought his fingers back before plunging them into the Doctor's tight anus. The Doctor groaned as he did so, letting out more pleased sounds as he continued to stretch and prepare the orifice.
After he deemed him ready, Alistair lined up his aching cock and slid in. He groaned as he was engulfed with the tight heat.
They were both too busy to notice the sound of shoes walking down the hall.
"AH!" Someone yelped The Brigadier turned his head to see Jo and Benton standing in the doorway. Jo was covering her eyes with her hand, Benton looked incredibly uncomfortable.
"I don't think we're going to be able to separate them." He heard Benton say. The Brigadier didn't fully comprehend what was happening and returned his focus to the Doctor.
"I give up." He heard from Jo before a door slammed shut.
Alistair's thrusting was quickly becoming more erratic. He knew he would soon finish. He grabbed hold of the Doctor's waist with one arm and pulled him back hard into his dick. He groaned loudly as he spilled inside of the doctor.
He held them both there for a moment before his thoughts returned to him. His eyes widened when he realized what had just happened. Oh fuck. He thought.
He immediately let go of his hold on the Doctor. "Are you okay? Have I hurt you? I'm so sorry, I -"
"Brigadier, I'm perfectly fine." The Doctor responded.
"You're back to normal?"
"Yes, of course. I have been for a bit." The Doctor responded. The Brigadier stairs back at him in surprise and confusion. "I was back to normal not long after the first round."
"Why did you...?" He trailed off, unsure of how to finish his question.
"I was enjoying myself and you hadn't finished yet."
"What about Jo and Sargent Benton?"
"I think we owe then an apology. I was hoping that being stuck in that chair would spared Jo from seeing that. I didn't predict that it could spread so easily."