Man at Arms

Chapter Twenty-Two: Sugar Daddy

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

I awoke to the sound of hushed voices around me. My body trembled as a shot of pain struck me in every bone. My face feels so thick and numb. Blinking my eyes open, my vision was blurry and splitting into a dull ball of light above me.

Where the bloody hell am I? Siguradong hindi ito ang impyerno dahil nakaratay lang ako at walang lakas.

My sight expanded and became clearer. I could tell I was in a room. Clean and blue, and I'm inhaling the distinct smells of incense and other herbs that make my eyes water.

Suddenly, a young, haggard man hovered above me. He peered at me through the lenses of his small eyeglasses sitting almost at the tip of his nose attached to a chain something that he wore around his neck. His eyeballs move here and there around my face as if mentally jotting down every pore on my skin.

"Tell me I'm still dashing and Italian, Dr. Haggard."

His eyes sharpened.

A sweet and biblical laugh sent my heart racing. Circe appeared beside the man and crouched down to smile gently at me.

"You are still Italian, Calix, and this is Atlantis, my friend, you're right about the doctor part and the Haggar," she said.

She only confirms that I'm still Italian, but what about if I'm still dashing?

The man, Atlantis, snorted, but he didn't seem offended. "Thanks to you, Mermaid," he said sarcastically. "He's fine now." He eyed me apathetically.

"That's all?" Circe raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, that's all. That's all you want to hear, right? His body was accustomed to pain, and his stamina to take all of the blows exceeded even the stamina of a certified wrestler. Although he appeared fine, he still needed a rest. No extreme activities for him for a week."

"What about sex?" I asked worriedly, and Circe shot me a deadly glare.

"No sex. No fingering, no blowjobs, no handjobs, and no face sitting. In short, no oral. Your body is still high from the drug, and it was a great dosage, it has disadvantages for the user."

"What is it?" I asked, becoming more concerned.

"Your cock will not withstand a ripple of orgasm, if you insist on your primal and horniness, your cock may paralyze and you will have to sack it for the rest of your life."

Holy fuck!

Naninigas ang mga katawan na hinawakan ko ang pagkalalaki ko. My dick seemed to shrink in the news as well, and all my lust and desire diminished. As long as I don't look at Circe, I'll be fine.

"W-what the bloody hell you injected into me?!"

"Haloperidol and chlorpromazine."

"And that means?"

Circe winced and avoided my gaze as she frowned at the doctor. She looked guilty.

"It's Antipsychotic."

Anti - what?!

I leaped off the bed and throttled the doctor. Circe yelped and pulled me away.

"I will... will... " My hands loosened around his neck, and my limbs and arms felt like a deflated balloon. Circe escorted me back to the bed as the room started to spin. "B-bambina..."

"I know, lay still Calix." I heard her soft voice, but I couldn't focus on it. My teeth began to clatter, and my lips twitched. "Is that normal?" she asked, but the question was not for me.