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So my step dad has been acting odd lately ever since he has this new work buddy. See my step dad is kind of a oddly quiet man. He holds shit in way to long til that one day he just explodes. But this man he met at work got him on something. Im empathic and his energy is just off. So one day him and George came home bar close, first time ever seeing my step dad drunk. But then George walks in and some hot guy my age. Sorry I'm Zack, and this is my drunk dad. Sorry he is being really weird lately ! Well shit Zack this is my drunk step dad. Literal he has never drank around us. That is off. Because him and dad drink all the time at Our place. Well more now that mom left and never came back. But to be honest, don't get mad. But your step dad got a he gay. I busted out laughing, oh Zack I'm gay, my step dad thought we could pray the gay away out of me. Sorry. Well sorry to you because I walked in on your step dad getting pounded raw by my dad. Blank stares, and sacks evil smile looking past me. I turn around and my step dad is right in my face smells like whiskey. Pushes me against the wall and says, Well you finally know, thanks Zack, this fag here beleived my acting for 10 years. Well this is the real me. He flips me arondpulls my pants down. Im still in shock and asked Zack if I was dreaming. He smacks me an said, nope. Oh dam u have thought of him this way! U r worse than him. As my dick is rock hard gushing precum. Fuck daddy stop, moms gona wake up. Oh boy, as he pounds my hole into he wall, shes not here dumbass, she's at her sisters till whenever, we r divorcing and she wanted you to know she needs alone time and that I am taking care of you. The tone is his voice was scary. But made me shoot

No no your brother told me your off meds, where did the condom go!! Dominic: Boy I got you right where I wanted, tied, now gaged, shoves his dirty sock in my mouth. Now id hold still cuz I am beyond spun, and u about to get a 5 for your first point, trust me you are gonna thank me later. His evil smile made me think otherwise. *Ouch* oh shush baby boy. There we go. Now blast off, now you are mine forever baby. My toxic high viral 857000 is now coursing thru your once neg body. Baby, you begged me to do this so many times. As he was talking I kept coughing like I had bigger lungs and more tickles all over my my body. See! Ya push that gapped pink hole up against this toxic cock baby. Dom omfg just fucking pound me now! I want to feel u balls deep. Fucking stars omg I'm cumming. He then grabbed around my cock and balls and slapped them as he did that to my limp cock he pulled out this cage thing and crammed my cock in and and it really almost squished my cock flat. Wth is that! This is a cock cage I now control from my phone. Why? *Snack* don't question me ever again. As I was shocked that he actually hit me he looks down as I do and my dick was getting hard but the cage was preventing it. But not really it started hurting then my dick of 3 lil shocks. WTF! That will happen if u try taking it off or you get hard with out asking Dom Dom may I speak. His evil grin, there you are learning yes speak, As he said that he went balls deep again but stayed. My voice staying high pitched, you got me so drunk last month and we agreed on this date and had me sign the forms it just flashed in my head, *Smack* now only thing I wana hear is your moans or your begging for my toxic cock and how much u need my load. Now my said you told him you had to have both of us to seal the deal. What you didn't know about Conner is, he's got a Jacobs latter with a spike P.A. gauge at 0g. Dom: CONNOR! YOU READY! YOUR TURN TO DROP A COUPLE LOADS. AND DID YOU POINT IN YOUR DICK! Connor: not yet Im gonna let him watch As his younger, scrawny brother enters the room I'm still spun up took a second for eyes to adjust! WHAT THE FFFU........ END PART 2 POSSIBLY SOME PICTURES FOR REST OF THIS STORY 😈😈😈🌹

Stds are part of bareback. I dont worry about. When i get one (or more) i treat them and then i go bock to bathouses, sexshops, porn cinemas.

Yesss. It’s getting hotter. Take them down one by one

I can’t express my thoughts better - Jake seems to be realising slowly the purpose of his holiday and increasingly enjoying it!!

My Substack Ok, I’ve been attending to other things like coding so my two marbles are in high demand (about time). Maybe it’s more a rough draft? Maybe? Though I think hits the right tone exactly

Cocks prefer visiting lot of asses and stay hard long time. Ask to get breeded. Shout "cum inside please".

I often visit bathhouses to relax and have fun too. When in a bottom mood i'm ass up and wait for cocks to slide in. I have around 15-20 cocks on a visit but it never happened that guys breed me, like cuming inside. They fuck like 5 minutes and go on. Should i do something to get bred? Any tips? I'm fit and have a good ass though.

I suck all cocks, small or Huge, cut or uncut. But i prefer sucking an uncut cock. There's more sensations, more taste.

I’d rather not be but I’m ok with it. I was an IV drug user and a bottom who liked getting bred. In hindsight it was almost inevitable.

Not a fan but I’ll swallow a load if the top asks. I’d rather get a facial. I love it when a guy shoots a load all over my face.

I started getting fucked as soon as I went to college and I didn’t waste any time. I think I started losing track within 6 months of so. I’ve always estimated that it was about 500 different guys in 4 years.

Went to a baseball game with friends. Ended up taking to a cute guy a bit. His boyfriend joined him and I thought that was the end but then he mentioned going back to their place after the game. Came up with an excuse for my friends, went to their place, and they took turns fucking my brains out and getting their dicks sucked. I love getting spitroasted. I ended up sucking a lot of dick, getting fucked good and hard, getting a load in my face/hair, and getting a load drilled in my ass. They mentioned doing it again soon so hopefully it’s a couple more tops in my stable of hookups.

For as long as I can remember. I remember having dreams about getting fucked by my guy friends as soon as I hit puberty and quite a while before I even acknowledged I was gay. When I first started hooking up, I sucked a couple dicks, quickly confirmed I was gay, and started looking for a top. The first time was pretty awful but fortunately I didn’t give up. The second time I got fucked was amazing; he was so hot and had a big, thick dick with a little bit of a curve that hit my prostate perfectly. He fucked me with a rubber but my dick was still hard as a rock. A few hookups later he convinced me to let him breed my ass. He fucked a hands-free load out of me and that’s when I knew I’d always be a bareback bottom. Nothing beats getting bred by a hot guy with a huge dick.

Asian twinks always get me hard.

Now, we know that Jake's poz clock started with Mark on their date night. The question is: Did Mark's first toxic cum succeed in converting Jake that night or his second in the laundry room more recently, or was it a load that he took in the roulette game? (Could Jake be one of those "unicorn" men whose immune system can successfully defeat the HIV virus?) We, the readers, may not get definite answers to these questions, but I suspect that @pozchaser21with his outstanding storytelling skills will answer these questions and provide more twists and surprises as he brings us along in upcoming installments of Jake's saga. I can't wait!

I wanna experience getting fucked. I wanna be filled up so bad. Looking for someone who will fuck me.

Thanks

Same here!

Chapter 3 - The Unseen Threat Helixion Genetics- Hydroponics Lab 7, Building 3, Floor 5; REDACTED LOCATION 20:24 MST 30-Oct-20XX “Okay… so…” Patch began with a sigh as he started addressing the team, leaning back against the counter, his cheap disposable stethoscope dropped around his shoulder, “As far as I can tell, physiologically, he’s a little dehydrated. Normal heart rate, normal lung sounds, eyes are equal and reactive to light. Hell, even a normal temperature, albeit a bit sweaty.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Stag snickered. “Guy’s clearly out of his fuckin’ mind.” Patch glared at Stag, annoyed at the interruption, before continuing. “Like I was saying, physiologically normal. iSTAT shows he might be a bit low on electrolytes, so… that’s about it. Guy doesn’t even have a fever,” Patch said, still glaring at Stag as he spoke, before turning his attention back to the rest of the team. “Mentally, however, I think we can all agree something is seriously wrong.” “Shock,” Zero said quietly, much to the surprise of the group. “Saw something traumatic.” “Guy acts like a junkie comin’ down from his latest fix,” Stag countered. “See how he keeps sniffing? And sticking his finger in his mouth and rubbing his teeth? That’s a coke fiend thing.” Elias looked over, seeing as Jack continued to rock back and forth, his eyes watching almost unblinking at the door out of the lab. “Well, until I can get to a machine that can handle blood chemistry and hematology, I can’t really test for much else,” Patch said. “Regardless, men, we need to focus on the current task,” Gravestone said, cutting through the discussion. “We’ve still got to clear nine more floors, search for any more survivors and find a way to either lift the lockdown or get out of here. Reaper, a word.” Elias nodded, following Gravestone’s lead and moving to a different corner. “What’s the game plan here, son,” Gravestone said, glancing over at the team and Jack. “You’re second in command here, so I want to hear what you think.” Elias stood for a second, thinking. He looked over at Jack, still muttering to himself and rocking even harder back and forth. “I think we continue as planned, and have Recon 3 babysit,” Elias replied. “He’s not in any position to be left alone, and they’re the least likely to encounter something. Also, I want-” Suddenly, their conversation was cut short, as the lights suddenly shut off, leaving only the glow of the green lights to bathe the room in an odd iridescent-like light. “No. No, no, no, NO!” Jack began to moan loudly, taking on an almost childish quality, jumping up and waving his hands frantically. “Come back on, lights! Don’t go away!” “The hell was that?” Lockjaw said, weapon drawn as he looked around. “Can’t be a power outage since everything else is still on.” “Has to be the automatic lighting,” Pixel said, looking down at his watch. “Just hit 20:30. A lot of these offices shut down lights in unused rooms. Usually they use motion sensors to shut the lights off in rooms not in use.” “They do things in the dark,” Jack moaned, tears starting to stream down his face. “I don’t want to watch. I want to go home now. Can we go home now please?” “Okay, everyone, turn on your flashlights,” Gravestone said. “Pixel, are you able to get the lights back on?” “Sorry, not possible,” Pixel began to explain. “The lighting and everything else is probably controlled by a central computer here in the building. I’d guess in the basement, or the lobby if we’re lucky.” “Shit, pretty dark out there,” Sticks said, looking out the window on the door, shining his light around. “Going to make it a lot harder to clear the floors.” “Damn nutcase over there is really losing it,” Stag said, nodding at Jack as the group turned to watch as Jack began to claw at the thick plate glass window, sobbing as his hands slid helplessly and the smooth surface. “Please… just let me go home! I learned my lesson!” Jack moaned, hiccuping between sobs. “Don’t make me one of the smilers! I don’t want to be like them!” “Put a sock in it, tweaker!”, Stag hollered. Jack whimpered but said no more. Letting out a resigned sigh, Elias walked over, slowly guiding Jack away from the window as the man clutched on to him. “Don’t worry, uh… buddy, we’ll get you out of here,” Elias said, awkwardly patting Jack on the back. “We won’t let the ‘smilers’ get you…. Ok?” Looking up at Elias, Jack gave him a shaky smile, wiping his tears and snot covered face with the tattered remains of his sleeve. Slowly he nodded, letting Elias lead him out of the corner. “Okay, buddy, why don’t we go with my friends here,” Elias said, pointing over at the team. “Okay team, let’s stick to the plan here… and Recon 3, if you can, try and get access to a mainframe or something, see if we can get those lights back on,” Gravestone said, motioning at the door. “Take it slow, and report anything you see. We’ll finish clearing this floor and meet at the stairwell. Reaper, anything to add?” “We’re going to stick here for a few minutes and look over those results on the substance from the stairwell,” Elias said, remembering the reason why they entered the lab in the first place. “I think we need to know what we’re dealing with.” “I don’t like the mean scary man,” Jack said, whimpering and rocking, while pointing his finger at Stag. “Can I stay here with the nice people where it's light and safe?” “Right… Okay, you two stay here and keep an eye on this guy. Zero, you team up with Recon 3 and finish clearing the floor. We meet up in 15 back here,” Gravestone said, carefully checking his weapon as he spoke. “Everyone clear on their roles?” Most of the men gave a sound of agreement, before splitting into two teams and walking out. “I’m going to go check how the test is going,” Tex said, shooting a glance at Jack. “He’s definitely gone over the cuckoo’s nest, hasn’t he?” Jack was back in the corner, knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth while looking out the window, oblivious to what was going on. “Yeah, but… I don’t know…” Elias said, “He keeps saying the same things over and over. It’s got to mean something, right?” Elias leaned against the counter, watching Jack as Tex worked at the computer, checking a few things on the large machine next to it. “He kinda seemed to respond to you,” Tex said as he stared at the screen. “Maybe see if you can coax something a bit more coherent out of him?” Nodding, Elias walked over to Jack, letting out a small groan as he kneeled down. “Hey, buddy…” Elias said, talking to Jack with a soft tone, likening him to a small child or scared animal. “How are you doing so far?” “Are we leaving soon?” Jack said, sniffing as he spoke, staring blankly out the window. “We really need to go. Please. I really really really want to go now.” “Sure buddy, really soon,” Elias said, “But hey, about that stuff earlier… I wanted to ask… what did you mean? Can you help me understand what you’re talking about?” “No… I want to leave instead,” Jack said, frowning at the window. “But I bet it's already too late. It’s dark now. It’s when they wake up.” “They do?” Elias said, attempting to get Jack talking more, changing his approach. “Yeah… I don’t think they like the light,” Jack said, running his hand down the window. “We won’t make it out of here, you know. He told me. The spit… they’ll turn us to smilers. They’re all just a bunch of dirty homos.” “Oh, okay then. So they will? Why?” Elias continued probing, feeling like he was in a way talking to an upset toddler trapped in a grown adult’s body. “Why do you think they smile?” “Dunno,” Jack said, trailing a finger up and down the glass. “I bet he makes them. Probably wants everyone to be a filthy fag like him. That’s all those queers like to do.” “Are you fucking kidding me…” Elias muttered to himself, trying to keep himself calm while listening to the many homophobic slurs Jack spouted. “Can you tell me who he is?” Jack suddenly stopped running his finger along the glass, turning and looking at Elias with a scowl on his face. “Why do you want to know?” Jack said, glaring at Elias intensely. “We just want to know so that we can punish them for you,” Elias said, calmly, his voice soft as he spoke. “We can stop them and get you out of here.” Suddenly, Jack let out a disturbing laugh, turning away from Elias and letting his head slump forward on the glass, his fist thumping softly against it. “What’s so funny, Jack?” Elias asked, pulling away from him slightly, concerned at the massive mood swing from Jack. “I get it now. I died. All of us are already dead or ghosts…” Jack said, his voice and demeanor changing suddenly, smiling and rocking himself even harder than before. “We already died, and now we’re going to be smilers, too.” Disturbed, Elias slowly got up as Jack slowly began to hum to himself, hugging himself tightly, repeating the word dead over and over in an almost melody. Walking over to Tex, he noticed a confused look on the man’s face. “So, that was a bust,” Elias said, placing both of his hands down on the counter. “Please tell me you figured out what that slime was.” “Yeah… so, don’t laugh,” Tex said, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them with the corner of his shirt. “Doubt I’m going to be laughing with how fucked everything has been so far, Tex,” Elias said, letting out an exasperated breath. “Just tell me, what is it? Nerve agent? Acid? Some new type of poison?” “Well, it’s really quite a chemical cocktail. Among the mix, there’s amino acids, water, calcium, glucose, fructose, magnesium, protein, and zinc. Also, massive amounts of hormones, namely dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, testosterone and a ton of endorphins… also seeing various nitrates in the mixture, namely amyl and butyl” Tex explained, running his fingers down the screen. “The computer keeps spitting out… and I swear, I am not kidding, that it's likely human semen… and, um… poppers.” Elias stared at Tex for a few moments, blinking, then letting out a slight laugh. “Okaaay. No, seriously, what did it actually say,” Elias asked incredulously. “I told you not to laugh,” Tex said, satisfied his glasses were now clean as he pushed them back up onto his nose. “I ran it twice just to make sure.” “You have got to be absolutely fucking kidding me,” Elias said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out an exasperated laugh. “Are you trying to tell me someone beat in the door and then… what? Gooned out on poppers…And what, jacked off on it? Humped it?” “Yeeeah… Well, that’s the thing… some of the trace amino acids aren’t found in semen,” Tex said, continuing as he turned around away from the computer, leaning against the counter. “They’re only found in saliva…” “So… what? Someone punched in the door, huffed a bottle of poppers, then sucked someone off and spit everything out?” Elias said incredulously, turning his head and staring at Tex. “That sounds like the opening of a really… really bad gay porno. Next you’ll be telling me there were traces of cheese and pepperoni.” “I can only tell you what the analysis showed. That and what looks like a really powerful sedative and opioid. What happened to cause those chemicals to be there could be anyone’s guess, but now I know what you and your hubby watch on a Saturday night,” Tex said, turning his head and looking at Jack. “So, couldn’t get him to talk then?” “No,” Elias said, shaking his head. “Guy is extremely manic, too. One second he’s like a little kid, the next, he’s fucking creepy and talking about how we all died already.” “I’d almost be willing to guess and say that maybe he got in contact with this stuff,” Tex said, shaking his head as he spoke. “Flood someone with as much of those hormones as is in that stuff, you’d probably fry someone’s brain out. Definitely would put you in a coma. Not to mention what those nitrates would do in your system if they got in your bloodstream.” “Semen, spit, and poppers putting someone in a coma? From what, the shock of it all?” Elais said, shaking his hands in the air dramatically. “Clutching their pearls in the sheer depravity of it all?” “No, asshat, it’s the opioid in there. That stuff has a similar formulation to fentanyl,” Tex explained, still staring at Jack. “Let’s just say, if it was fentanyl, that much would literally stop your breathing in seconds.” “Well, back to the drawing board on what broke his bigoted brain,” Elias said. Both their attention turned to the radio as it crackled to life. “South side clear. What’s your current status, Recon 1?” Gravestone’s voice came out of the speaker, causing both men to relax. “North side clear as well, returning to lab. Reaper, what’s your status?” Zero’s voice replied. Activating the comm device in his ear, Tex pressed down the button before he spoke. “Lab results are back, we’re waiting in the lab with the survivor,” Tex said, slowly starting to gather up his supplies. “Copy. Team, regroup at the lab and we’ll set out for the next floor.” Gravestone’s command reverberated in the speaker, before cutting off and filling the room with silence. Jack continued rocking in the corner, muttering and staring out the glass. “So, who’s going to tell them the results,” Elias said, picking up his bag as well and hefting it onto his shoulders. “You are second in command, you know,” Tex said, smiling, “All part of your job, boss man.” ———— Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 2; REDACTED LOCATION 21:08 MST 30-Oct-20XX Sticks felt around in his pack, looking frantically for his tablet computer. Annoyed, he let out a loud groan in frustration. “What’s up?” Patch said, keeping a close eye on Jack, their new survivor. The man several times had been resistant, trying to sneak back up the stairs. Each time, they’d had to catch him, telling him repeatedly it wasn’t safe to leave the group. The man continued to mutter, just like he had in the lab. Sticks had laughed along with everyone else when the Major had told them what the scanner showed. In the back of his mind, Sticks reminisced on the hot night before with Lockjaw. Damn that man could pound someone’s ass hard, Sticks thought to himself, feeling his asshole slightly ache almost in an echo. The man knew what he was doing with his dick, and could shoot like a fountain, sometimes going multiple rounds. It amazed him that with as many times as they’d hooked up, they’d never been caught, sometimes hooking up in the bathroom on base, other times in the hotel rooms one of them was sharing with another member on the team. He blushed as his thinking went to the one time in the steam room at a hotel where they’d nearly had three of their team walk in. Part of him secretly had been hoping to get caught, so they didn’t have to keep sneaking around. Jae… Pixel, he mentally corrected himself, was as straight as they come, having unsuccessfully tried to drunkenly hook up with him. In fact, it was because of that drunken fail that he’d ended up finding out Lockjaw secretly had the hots for him as well. From that point on, part of him wondered about the rest of his team. Gravestone was for sure straight, the man had a wife and kids and was extremely devoted. He practically oozed dad energy whenever his wife would make them baked goods, or a kid had a fundraiser. The guy was hot though, in a similar way to Lockjaw, giving off major daddy vibes. Who knew about Zero… the man was a stone wall and kept to himself. And Tex was constantly going on dates with different girls in each town, always sharing pictures like a teenage girl. At first he thought maybe Tex and Reaper were a thing, but now figured it was more of a bromance. And Patch just seemed like he’d be better suited in a monastery. Asexual was the first thing that came to mind. That left him guessing at Stag and Reaper. Reaper was surprisingly kind, and if he had to admit it, frustratingly sexy in his book. There had been many a load shot with Sticks imagining a threesome between the Major, Lockjaw, and himself. The man had that rugged hotness to him, driving Sticks wild. But, there was something off on how the guy was surprisingly tight-lipped about his relationship. Sticks had yet to get anything out of Tex, who seemed to know everything about Reaper. So, that just left Stag. Sticks felt a physical shudder run through his body. Not only was the man a massive dickhead, but on the one occasion where he’d been forced to bunk with him, Sticks had stolen a glance at the man’s laptop screen, waking up in the middle of the night. The man was clearly jacking off under the covers to what was on the screen, headphones in. The guy was into some really fucked up freaky shit, and Sticks wanted nothing to do with it. “Fuck,” Sticks realized with a start, “I think I left it upstairs.” “The major and commander are both going to rip you a new asshole,” Pixel said, not looking up from the wall terminal he was typing at, the flash drive sticking out the side flashing from the side as the man continued to try and access the door to the server room. “Not if they don’t know,” Sticks said, setting the bag down. “I’ll just run upstairs and get it.” “Oh yeah, they both would really love it if you did that,” Patch said sarcastically, turning his attention to Sticks. “Just wait to get it until we regroup and just get your ass chewed out. Better safe than sorry.” Suddenly, a door slammed shut farther down the hall, causing the three to look briefly in that direction. Sticks was the first to look around as the survivor, Jack, had suddenly bolted, running as fast as he could towards the stairwell, knocking Patch over. “Fuck, he’s getting away!” Sticks exclaimed, suddenly bolting into action and pursuing Jack. “Get back here!” Patch yelled, trying to get up. “I’ll get him,” Sticks called out as he ran, watching as Jack swiftly opened the stairwell door and ran into the near darkness. “I’ll get my tablet as well on our way back.” “Fuck, we’re not supposed to break formation, man,” Patch yelled at him as Sticks entered the stairwell door, letting it slam behind him. Up or down, Sticks thought to himself, straining to hear what direction the sounds of Jack’s feet were coming from, echoing in the cavernous stairwell. The sound of a door opening below answered his question, as Sticks took off down the flight of stairs. Crazy dumbass is probably trying to make a run for the front doors, Sticks realized, as he burst out of the doorway onto the ground floor. Looking around, he tried to listen for where the man was running, when he heard the sound of someone screaming. The high-pitched sound caused him to jump, his flesh to prickle, and the hair on his neck to stand up. The sound had an almost guttural growl to it as well, giving it an almost primal sound. His heart pounded. Every step felt heavier as he edged toward the frosted glass doors, the shape of Jack struggling with the elevator doors, blurry through the slime-streaked glass. Weirdly, Jack was trying to force the doors open from the bottom. Giving a quick look around, Sticks eased the door open, the glass muffling the sounds behind it. Inside, Jack clawed at the elevator doors, but something was wrong. Jack’s hands were unnatural—fingers ending in jagged claws. Pallid skin stretched tightly over bulging veins beneath. The tattered lab coat hung loosely, entirely different from the sharp-suited man he’d known. His eyes widened, and a nameless fear clenched his stomach. Slowly, Sticks began to back away, his back hitting the door as he kept an eye on the man in front of him while blindly grabbing for the door. Shit, this is not cool!, he thought. Suddenly, the radio crackled to life, as a panicked Patch’s voice boomed out of the small earpiece, now hanging casually off to the side of Sticks's neck, having fallen out during the chase. “What was that sound? Sticks, get your ass back up here!” Patch yelled. Suddenly, the figure stood up and wheeled around, facing towards the sound and Sticks. That’s not our guy… Sticks realized. The first thing he noticed was the unnaturally golden yellow eyes with black ooze seeping out like teared-up mascara. Next was the unnaturally sinister smile on the man’s face, whose teeth looked almost sharpened. The man was hyperventilating, his shoulders heaving quickly as clear saliva dripped profusely down his chin. Finally, Sticks felt the handle and rushed through the door, pulling it just open enough to slip through, hopefully blocking the creature from following him. Using his arms, he held the door in place, as the deranged-looking man/creature began to slam himself against the door. Looking around, Sticks saw a sturdy-looking umbrella. Straining, he reached for it, holding the doors in place as the man backed up, clearly positioning himself for another lunge. Finally, his fingers just barely grabbed ahold of the umbrella, and he swiftly shoved it between the handles, holding the doors closed partially, as the man impacted the doors again. Surprisingly, the door and umbrella held, the glass letting out a heavy thud on impact and wobbling slightly. Sticks let out a sharp sigh of relief, believing he had a narrow escape. Okay, back upstairs, he thought. However, as he turned back around, a massive glob of wetness hit his face, covering his mouth and eyes in a slimy residue. Reaching up he went to wipe it away, the smell strongly reminding him of the bathhouse trip he’d taken a year prior. Through the blurriness of the liquid in his now burning eyes, he could just vaguely make out the shape of a person. Suddenly, he felt flush in the face and his head began to swim, the liquid soaking through his gloves easily as he wiped and making them feel numb. He tried to spit out the fluid, but found his lips and face also felt strangely numb. He began to feel warm and tired, yet also breathless. The room felt brighter, and Sticks could almost feel his thundering heartbeat in his ears. Son of a bitch, he thought. This feels like… Finally able to clear off his eyes, he blinked before coming face to face with another of the creatures.

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