6. The leak
Wincing with each step, the soreness in my rear was a stark reminder of the ordeal I just endured. My cock, still semi-erect from the forced stimulation, leaked a steady stream of cum down my thighs, leaving a trail on the sidewalk as we walked.
I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the discomfort and humiliation. How did everything go so wrong so fast? One minute I was just a guy walking his dog, the next I was being violated by a monster in broad daylight. I shook my head in disbelief, unsure of what to make of it all.
As we approached my house, I paused, glancing down at my disheveled appearance and the evidence of my defilement. "Looks like we're in for a long shower, buddy," I muttered to the pup, who tilted his head curiously.
Freezing in the doorway, face flushing crimson as I realized Dad was sitting right there, TV remote paused mid-hand as he stared at my dripping, disheveled form with a mix of concern and confusion.
"Uh... hey Dad," I stammered, instinctively trying to cover myself with my hands. "I can explain..."
But the words died in my throat. My mind raced—how do you even begin to explain something like that? Maybe it was some kind of weird dream, or maybe I really need to start taking my meds again. Either way, I’m definitely not ready for this conversation tonight.
"Can we... maybe talk about this later?" I asked quietly, shifting uncomfortably. "I think I just need a minute."
I walked upstairs and stepped into the shower, turning the water to a blistering heat as I tried to scrub away the filth and shame clinging to my skin. But as I reached down to soap up my legs, I felt it again—that maddening drip, drip, drip of fluid leaking steadily from my spent cock.
"What the actual fuck?" I muttered, staring down in disbelief. This isn't normal, even after such an intense experience. With trembling hands, I examined myself more closely, noticing the angry redness and swelling around my entrance, the clear signs of severe trauma.
A chill ran down my spine as a terrifying thought occurred to me. What if... what if that thing left something inside me? Some kind of parasite or infection designed to keep me dripping and desperate?
Taking a deep breath, steeling myself as I exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I found Dad still in the living room, his expression etched with worry and barely concealed concern. Sitting down heavily beside him, I struggled to find the right words.
"Dad... I need to tell you something. Last night, with the dog... it wasn't just a stray. I woke up this morning and he was, um, performing oral sex on me. And then today, at the park..."
I paused, swallowing hard. "There was this creature. Part bear, part something else. It... it assaulted me. Raped me. And now I can't stop leaking fluid and I'm terrified it left something inside me."
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the enormity of what I was saying hit me.
“Let me see it, son.” Dad said calmly.
I nodded shakily, allowing Dad to guide me to the couch. He sat beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder as he listened intently to my account of the horrific events.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, son," he said softly, his brow furrowed with concern. "That's a terrible thing to happen to anyone. We'll get through this together, alright?"
At his gentle suggestion to examine me, I hesitated briefly before nodding. "Okay... yeah, I guess that makes sense. If you think it might help figure out what's wrong with me."
Slowly, I allowed the towel to fall away, exposing my naked, dripping form. I fought back a shudder as Dad leaned in closer, his clinical gaze assessing the situation with practiced ease despite the intimate nature of the examination.
I whimpered softly as Dad gently cleaned the constant stream of fluid leaking from my raw, swollen cock. His touch was tender and reassuring, but the physical contact only served to heighten my anxiety and confusion.
"I don't understand, Dad. Why won't it stop?" I asked, my voice cracking with desperation. "Is it... is it damaged somehow? Or infected?"
As he carefully inserted his little finger in a futile attempt to stem the flow, I couldn't help but flinch at the intrusion, my hypersensitive flesh protesting even this gentle manipulation. The sight of my father's digit disappearing into my abused hole sent a jolt of shame through me, even as I silently pleaded for relief from this maddening condition.
7. Something inside
As dad suggested taking me to the doctor, I nodded gratefully, relieved that Dad understood the gravity of the situation. "Thank you, Dad. I really appreciate you taking this seriously."
I quickly cleaned myself up and grabbed the towel. As we hurried out to the car, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread settling in my gut. What if the doctor can't help? What if this is something truly sinister and beyond medical explanation?
During the short drive to the clinic, I found myself absently touching my crotch, wincing at the constant dampness and soreness. Each bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through my sensitive nerves, reminding me of the violation I endured.
"We're here," Dad announced as he pulled into the parking lot.
As we walked into the clinic, I was acutely aware of the damp patch spreading across the front of my towel with each step. I could feel the eyes of other patients and staff following me, their gazes lingering on the obvious tent in my towel. A flush crept up my neck as I imagined them all staring at my dripping, needy cock.
To my horror (and secret shame), I felt a spark of excitement at the attention. My neglected member twitched and pulsed, a fresh gush of fluid soaking through the thin fabric. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a whimper as the stimulation sends jolts of pleasure-pain through my oversensitized flesh.
I shuffled towards the reception desk, keeping my legs slightly apart to give my straining erection more room.
Groaning internally as the receptionist informed me that Dr. Lucy was the only available physician at the moment. I glanced at Dad, seeing the understanding and slight concern in his eyes. With a resigned sigh, I agreed to see her, knowing I have no real choice given my urgent predicament.
As we waited in the exam room, I fiddled nervously, trying to ignore the persistent ache and dampness between my legs. The knowledge that a female doctor would be examining my most intimate areas filled me with equal parts trepidation and reluctant anticipation.
When Dr. Lucy finally entered, her warm smile and professional demeanor instantly put me somewhat at ease. I explained my symptoms as best I could, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Her eyebrows raised slightly at the description of my constant leaking and sensitivity, but she maintained a neutral expression throughout.
I blushed deeply as Dr. Lucy suggested I masturbate to assess the situation further. I glanced nervously at Dad, who gave me an encouraging nod, before turning back to the doctor with a hesitant expression.
"O-okay, I'll try," I stammered, my voice cracking slightly. Feeling incredibly self-conscious, I slowly pulled down my sweatpants, revealing my swollen, glistening cock to Dr. Lucy's clinical gaze. It bobbed obscenely, already fully erect and dripping with need.
With trembling hands, I began to stroke myself, biting my lip to stifle a moan as the stimulation sent sparks of pleasure through my hyper-sensitive nerves. Within seconds, thick ropes of pearlescent fluid erupted from the tip, splattering onto the exam table below.
I collapsed back onto the exam table, panting heavily as the intense orgasm subsided. But instead of the usual post-climax relief, I was hit with a wave of exhaustion and an unsettling sensation deep within my cock.
"Dr. Lucy, I... I don't feel right," I gasped out, my voice strained with unease. "Something's happening inside. It's like... like there's movement in there. An itching, crawling feeling."
I squirmed uncomfortably, my hands flying to my abdomen as if I could physically grasp whatever was causing the disturbing sensations. My spent cock twitched and leaked anew, reacting to the foreign activity within.
"Please, you have to help me," I pleaded desperately, tears of fear and frustration welling up in my eyes. "I'm so tired, but I can't relax."
8. The infection
I wailed in anguish as the dual sensations of overwhelming emotion and relentless physical stimulation consumed me. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat beading on my skin as my body convulsed in a seemingly endless series of mini-orgasms. Thick globs of semen spurted from my twitching cock with each shuddering sob, creating a growing puddle on the exam table.
"It won't stop!" I cried out, my voice hoarse and breaking. "The crawling, the aching, the cumming - it's too much! Please, make it stop!"
Through blurred vision, I saw the concern and shock on Dr. Lucy's face as she watched the bizarre display. Even Dad looked pale, clearly at a loss for how to handle this surreal situation.
“I have an idea.” Dad suddenly blurted out.
I gasped sharply as I felt Dad's lips suddenly wrap around my sensitive, dripping cock. The wet heat of his mouth engulfing me sent a jolt of shock and perverse pleasure through my overwrought body. I bucked involuntarily, driving myself deeper into the tight suction of his throat.
"D-Dad, what are you doing?" I managed to choke out between moans, my hands coming up to grip his hair uncertainly. The taboo nature of the act mingled with the desperate need for release, creating a dizzying rush of conflicting emotions.
As he sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head vigorously, I felt a strange tugging sensation deep in my groin. Something seemed to be moving, writhing under my skin as it was drawn towards the vacuum of Dad's eager mouth.
I threw my head back with a guttural moan as another powerful orgasm crashed over me, my cock pulsing and jerking as it pumped thick spurts of cum directly into Dad's waiting mouth. The sensation of the unknown entity slithering through my urethra, emerging with each forceful ejaculation, is both horrifying and darkly arousing.
When Dad finally pulled off with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting his lips to my softening member, I stared in morbid fascination as he opened his mouth to reveal the glistening, writhing shape curled on his tongue. It was unmistakably some kind of parasitic worm, its segmented body undulating obscenely.
"Oh my god," I breathed, my stomach churning with revulsion and residual lust. "What the hell is that thing? Did it..."
I collapsed back against the exam table, utterly spent and drained in every sense of the word. My chest heaved with labored breaths as I watched Dr. Lucy carefully extracted the writhing parasite using a pair of surgical scissors, depositing it onto a glass slide for examination under the microscope.
The relentless dripping from my used, abused cock finally began to slow, though occasional weak spurts still leaked out to stain the paper covering. I felt lightheaded and feverish, my skin clammy with sweat and other fluids. The crawling sensation deep inside had ceased, but an aching emptiness remained, a phantom echo of the creature that once inhabited me.
I felt a chill run down my spine at Dr. Lucy's grim diagnosis. A new species of parasitic worm, transmitted from infected wild animals to humans through sexual contact. The implications were terrifying - not only for me personally, but for public health as a whole.
"How... how common is this?" I asked weakly, my voice hoarse from crying and moaning earlier. "Are there others who might be affected?" I glanced at Dad, seeing the concern and anger warring on his face as he processed this information.
She prescribed antibiotics to combat any potential infections and ordered strict bed rest to allow my body to recover from the ordeal. I felt a wave of despair wash over me at Dr. Lucy's chilling words. The eggs, microscopic and resilient, have already taken root inside my body, lying dormant like a ticking time bomb. There's no escape, no permanent solution - only a temporary reprieve until they hatch and the cycle begins anew.
"No, no, no..." I muttered, shaking my head in denial even as the horrible truth sinks in. "This can't be happening. I can't live like this, constantly afraid of the next outbreak, the next round of violation and torment."
Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as the full weight of my new reality crashed down upon me. I'm marked now, changed irrevocably by this monstrous parasite and the trauma of its transmission. Will I ever feel clean, safe, or whole again?
We stumbled out of the clinic, my mind reeling from the horrifying revelation. Infected bears, deliberately seeking out victims to transmit these nightmarish parasites through sexual assault. It's like something out of a dystopian horror film, not reality.
"Dad, what if... what if that thing finds more people to infect?" I asked, my voice quavering with fear and disgust. "We have to report this, right? Warn others before it spreads further?"
Even as I said it, I knew the sheer impossibility of containing something like this. How would you even begin to track and contain a sexually transmitted parasite carried by wild animals? The thought of countless other victims suffering as I have made my stomach churn with nausea and guilt.
9. The nightmare
Jolting awake with a strangled scream, my heart pounding and skin drenched in cold sweat. The vivid images of my nightmare lingered, seared into my mind - the agonizing sensation of dozens of worms burrowing into my flesh, tearing and ripping as they emerged from my ravaged holes. All the while, my treacherous body betrayed me, climaxing again and again in twisted ecstasy.
I curled in on myself, hugging my knees to my chest as I rocked back and forth, trying to banish the lingering echoes of the horrific dream. But I could still feel the phantom tingles, the ghostly movements beneath my skin, as if the parasites were already beginning to stir and multiply within me once more.
Groaning in dismay and revulsion as I felt the familiar dampness spreading across my lower abdomen. Peeking under the covers, I confirmed my worst fears - my cock is once again leaking a steady stream of clear, viscous fluid, the telltale sign that the parasites are becoming active once more.
"No, please no," I whimpered, fighting back a surge of panic and despair. "Not again, anything but this..."
I stumbled to the bathroom, avoiding my reflection in the mirror as I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to shock my body back under control. But I could feel the insistent throbbing, the building pressure deep in my loins, heralding another bout of unwanted arousal and inevitable release.
Descending the stairs slowly, wincing every time my throbbing cock leaked more warmth down my leg. The dog darted around excitedly, barking and nudging at my feet like it had no idea what chaos was brewing beneath my abdomen.
“Easy, buddy,” I muttered, kneeling to scratch behind its ears even though I was dying inside. Every second felt like a war between my disgust and this weird, relentless high crawling up my spine. I gripped the back of my neck, breathing hard.
“Dude… tell me you’re seeing this too,” I said, voice cracking slightly. “It’s like something’s pulling me toward the edge whether I want it or not.”
“Daddy already told me what happened, son. Now I’ll have to wash your sheets every day.” Mum spoke annoyedly.
I laughed bitterly at Mom's annoyed reaction, finding a dark sort of humor in her mundane concern amidst the utter strangeness consuming me.
"Yup, guess I'm officially a walking biohazard—add 'frequent bed washing' to the long list of ways this fucked-up situation is ruining lives," I muttered sarcastically, shifting uncomfortably as another spurt of fluid escaped me.
I leaned heavily against the wall, my breath coming faster as the pressure builds. The dog continued to prance around, occasionally lapping at the trail of moisture leading from my crotch, completely oblivious to the depravity unfolding.
"You know, if someone had told me yesterday that I'd be standing in my own kitchen, leaking non-stop and getting my dick cleaned by the family pet, I would've had them committed," I say with a shake of my head, half-laughing, half-cursing under my breath. "But hey, at least the pup thinks I’m some kind of treat."
10. The stranger
Steeling myself as I stepped outside into the bright sunlight. The cool air immediately made me shiver, sending a jolt straight to my aching, dripping cock. I gritted my teeth, determined to ignore the constant trickle of fluid running down my thighs as I followed the eager dog into the park.
Heads turn as we passed, people openly staring at my naked, glistening form. Whispers and pointing fingers followed our progress, but I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead, my jaw clenched tight. Each step was agony, my sensitive flesh rubbing against itself with every movement, pushing me closer to the brink.
The dog bounded ahead, chasing a butterfly, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the relentless throb between my legs.
Breaking down into gut-wrenching sobs as the sick realization hit home. Despite the humiliation, the pain, the utter wrongness of it all, some twisted part of me was deriving dark pleasure from the ongoing sensations. The shame of it all crashed over me like a tidal wave.
"I'm disgusting," I choked out between hiccuping cries, my shoulders shaking violently. "How can I enjoy this, crave this, when it's violating me so completely? What's wrong with me?"
I sank to my knees on the grass, uncaring of my exposed state or the few passersby who slow their pace to gawk at the naked, weeping boy. Snot and tears streamed down my face as I rocked back and forth, torn apart by the internal conflict raging within me.
Startled as I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, looking up with tear-filled, bloodshot eyes to see a middle-aged man kneeling beside me. He had kind eyes and a concerned expression, but the sight of him only intensified my mortification at being caught in such a vulnerable, compromising position.
"P-please, just go," I begged, my voice raw and broken. "Can't you see I'm... I'm in no state for company or comfort right now." I tried to cover myself with shaking hands, but it's a futile gesture given my complete nudity.
The man's presence only served to heighten my awareness of my own debased condition - the sticky trails of fluid coating my inner thighs, the persistent throb and twitch of my overexcited genitals, the shameful heat pooling in my belly despite everything.
I let out a choked gasp as I felt the stranger's finger penetrate my most intimate area, my back arching involuntarily. The sudden intrusion sent a shockwave of sensation through my oversensitized body, pushing me past the point of no return.
"Aaahhhnnnggghhh!!" I cried out, my voice a strangled mix of protest and ecstasy as my cock jerked and pulseed, spraying thick ropes of cum across the grass. My hips buck erratically, grinding back against the invading digit as if starved for more stimulation, even as my mind recoiled in horror at the violation.
Panting harshly, I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing against the cool earth as aftershocks continued to wrack my frame.
“I can offer you a helpful job given your state.” The stranger finally spoke.
I lifted my head weakly, blinking away tears to focus on the stranger through a haze of post-orgasmic confusion and lingering shame. His words sent a chill down my spine, a mixture of dread and morbid curiosity swirling in my gut.
"A... a job?" I repeated hoarsely, my voice rough from crying and the intensity of my recent climax. "What kind of job could there possibly be for someone in my... my condition?"
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, wincing as the movement caused fresh rivulets of fluid to leak from my dick hole. The knowledge that this man has seen me at my absolute lowest, most debased moment, filled me with a bone-deep embarrassment. "I don't... I can't imagine what use I could be to anyone like this," I whispered, fresh tears threatening to spill over.
The man supported me to stand up, then he suddenly kneeled down and started to lick my cock.
I whimpered and trembled uncontrollably as the man's tongue drags along my hypersensitive shaft, lapping up the mixture of cum and other fluids coating my flesh. The sensation is almost too intense to bear, sending electric jolts of pleasure-pain racing up my spine.
"Ah! Oh god, please..." I gasped out, my hands fisting in the man's hair instinctively even as I tried to pull away. But my body betrayed me, hips twitching forward to seek more of that maddening friction despite the screaming protests of my mind.
Shame burned hot under my skin as I realized I was allowing this stranger to service me so intimately in broad daylight, where anyone could see.
