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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and public sex, medical examinations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, tense and uptight James Channel is being stretched to the limit. What he really needs is something to help him let go and unwind, and his doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of repressed sexual tension, though James is quick to deny to his handsome, charismatic doctor that this could be a concern for him.

But when the doctor issues him the drug and keeps him in the exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.

"Well, it's certainly promising, but it's still in clinical trials. We would need to be absolutely sure you're a good fit."

"Anything," I agreed.

He flipped through a couple pages of his clipboard, considering the matter. "Well, this is a bit unusual. I'm going to have to ask you a couple very personal questions, James, if that's alright with you."

"It's certainly alright, doctor," I said, smiling at him.

"How regularly do you experience sexual release?"

I started and stared at him, sure I had heard him wrong. "Experience what?"

"I am sorry to have to ask," he apologized. "But the drug in question has been known to produce certain, possibly undesirable and uncontrollable side-effects for individuals with a great deal of pent-up sexual tension. Otherwise I would certainly never pry into something so personal. You see, as an anti-anxiety drug it tends to induce a more relaxed - ah -" he coughed politely " - impulsive mental state. Especially in individuals with latent or repressed … tendencies."

"Oh," I said, flushing a bit. I looked at him and then looked away. If I was being completely honest, I probably knew what the answer should be, but I'd sooner die than admit to this rugged specimen smiling at me that I hadn't been getting any. I was sure it wasn't something he could ever understand. "Regularly, yes," I informed him. "Of course, not constantly, I mean not excessively, of course. Just a usual amount." My voice sort of rose in pitch as I stumbled over myself to present the matter the right way.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Side Effects with full consent of the original author.

Fiction & Literature
July 10
S M Partlowe
Smashwords, Inc.

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