Why had the TARDIS led him here? It was not that he could not appreciate the aesthetic beauty of the people, buildings and scenery surrounding him, but they seemed remarkably free of problems. There had to be some dark secret behind this perfect society. For the first time in many regenerations, The Doctor looked old. It was difficult to retain that flirting pretence he had been keeping up in this later period of his life without appearing slightly creepy. Although he liked and admired Clara, he felt ill at ease in her company so she only travelled with him periodically.

Finally his curiosity got the better of him and he made his way to the large domed building in the centre, which he assumed was a cathedral or a palace or a parliament.
“So pleased to meet you” said the receptionist “Everyone’s inside waiting to meet you.”
“Really?”

Why was it that in a universe full of almost infinite possibilities that it seemed almost entirely populated by humanoids. Sure there were variants, but most of them could pass for the earthly creatures quite easily, and those that could not, normally had some connection with his favourite planet. This being, for instance, had a near symmetrical face of two eyes, a nose and a mouth, topped with hanging long brown hair with her shapely body partly covered with a translucent material through which he could, had he strained his eyes, made out prominent nipples and a small triangle of dense hair pointing between her legs.

“Yes, you are so fascinating.”
“Nobody’s ever said … scrub that, everybody says that. Of course I am fascinating. I’m The Doctor, I’m the anomaly, I’m either your saviour or your worst nightmare.”
“Just go through that door and all will become clear.”

The Doctor loved surprises so the fact he had no idea what to expect excited him. A council of 48 young people sat in an arc of 3 rows with a chair in front of them.
“Please be seated” said one of the men.
“I’d rather stand” replied the Time Lord.
“Your prerogative” said another “but we are all equal here so it is normal for our guests to fit in.” informed one of the women.
“But I do not fit in. This looks like a world created for an Earth science fiction series with no children and no old people, and I am so very old.”
“We cannot help our appearance, but you, however, can.” It seemed the council members, which seemed an appropriate title, spoke in a random order but towards a common goal.
“I think you know a lot more about me than I know about you, which makes me uncomfortable.”
“Hence the chair.” offered yet another speaker.
“Touché!” accepted the Time Lord, who decided to sit down.

As soon as he was in the chair, which was briefly satisfying, silver cuffs went around his hands and neck. Why had he ignored his instinct?
“Ah! You see, that is not terribly welcoming. Am I impure or something because I can help you through this problem, if you release me and if you don’t I’ll have to ask for an even comfier seat.”
“Doctor, is it true you have saved the Milky Way galaxy on many occasions?”
“Well how many is many? I’ve also been responsible for some very bad things.”
“But we know your hearts are in the right place and we have decided it is time to reward you.”
“You cannot imagine what I want. My mind is so far beyond normality that what stimulates me is impossible to guess.” Suddenly he felt the chair tear his clothing from his bottom, then pinch his cheeks and what can only be described as a vibrating lubricated dildo enter him.
“Interesting attempt but it will not work. You see I may look like a man and often behave like one but I am asexual. How could you make such a stupid mistake.”

A giant curved screen appeared above the council and he is shown a montage of his own behaviour with his companions.
“That’s just flirting. It makes them feel good – in fact exactly the opposite to what you’re doing with me.”
They focus in one the eyes of his various incarnations.
“See anything doctor?” He has to admit that he does.
“A twinkle. Ah, you’ve added it for effect … incidentally where did you get this footage from?”
“It’s very real, Doctor. Deep inside the part of you that desires these companions yearns to break free.”
“Poppycock!” denied The Doctor.
“Poppy what, you say?” mocked yet another.
“Cock! Cock! Cunt! Pussy! Tits! Vagina! Anus! Prick! Ow!” as the dildo forced it’s way deeper.
“Yes Doctor and now we are to help you.”

Needle tips pressed into his skin from all sides of the chair. He fell into a coma. In his dreams council members of both sexes came to pleasure themselves with his body until he awoke in front of the same council. Still restrained, he tried to speak but could not.

“You now have the appearance of a young human male, about 25”. he looked down at the smooth skin of his now naked body to see a fully erect 6 inch uncircumcised penis “bearing a strong resemblance to Captain Jack Harkness. Your mission is to sate your desire with any former companions you choose. We have programmed in the locations of all of them just after you abandoned them to an ordinary life. Everyone is available, including your now 18 year old ‘granddaughter’. You may return here to change sex into a similarly irresistible woman as many times as you like, but at any point you go off mission we will take action. Once you have a companion you may take them anywhere in time and space. We will not release you until that little ‘tingle’ has explored all its companion based fantasies.”

They dump him in the TARDIS.