The Plague Doctor [RATED R] ✓

(12) Perfect Illusion

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EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO QUICKLY that for a moment I thought that I was dreaming. The only thing that helped me realize that it really did happen was the almost unbearable pain that I was feeling in my lower body.

     I fucked a man that I just met. It was such a bold statement, but I wasn't ashamed of it. He wasn't gentle with me like how others would have wanted. He didn't care what I felt the whole time. All he wanted was to shove his dick inside me and let out some steam. But despite knowing all that, I enjoyed every second of it anyway like the fool that I am.

     "Bishop," a low voice calls out, and I blink and teleport myself back to reality.

     I look around and realize that I was naked in bed. Standing by my side was master Claudio. He was looking down at me with a blank expression, but I knew that he was worried.

     "I'm going to put the ointment now," he says as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed.

     I nod my head as an answer, and I instantly felt something cold at my entrance, making me flinch. Master Claudio then massages my hole with his slender fingers. I had to bite on my lower lip so I wouldn't moan accidentally.

     Claudio doesn't say a single word the entire time. After a while, he stands back up and wipes his hand with a clean cloth.

     "This will be your room for the night. The bathroom is outside; I already prepared clothes for you to change into there. That will be all," he tells me, and before I could even answer, he makes his exit, leaving me naked on the bed like I was some kind of whore.

     I didn't move for half an hour until my body relaxed and my hole was no longer aching thanks to the ointment. After a while, I slowly sat up on the bed and massaged my hips. I look around the room and sigh in relief. For some reason, I thought he was just going to leave me naked in the dining room, so I'm glad that he actually gave me a nice bedroom to stay in.

      This isn't also the time to be thinking about this, but I'm also relieved that Winter doesn't have the ability to see what I'm doing. I don't want to accidentally scar him to life. As for the older fuckers, well...hope they enjoyed the show.

     "I have to take a shower."

     I finally stand from the bed–shaking a little because of how weak my legs felt–and head out of the room butt naked. The corridor was dark and empty, and I couldn't really tell where master Claudio is since he didn't exactly tell me where he'd be sleeping, so I just went straight to the bathroom.  

     Like what master Claudio said, neatly folded clothes were on the counter, just beside a clean towel. There were also some bathroom necessities that I'm assuming the master prepared himself. The bathtub was even filled with warm water already too.

     Can I even call this a sweet gesture? I don't think so.

     "Looks like I gotta remove this now," I say as I stare at myself in front of a mirror. I then remove the brown contacts on my right eye, revealing the blue that I hated so much.

     Since I didn't have my lens solution with me, I drop my contacts inside a cup filled with water instead before looking back at my reflection. I stare at myself for a while and suddenly remember the man from the party who had assaulted me. I remembered how he touched me, how he looked at me with such hungry eyes. I couldn't help but clench on the sink as I remember that helpless feeling.

     I felt disgusted with myself. The memory made me sick to the stomach until I ended up throwing up.

     I relieve myself for a bit as I stare at my vomit. I knew that something was wrong with me because the first thing that came to mind was, "I wasted the food that master Claudio made for me."