Demon drugs
Imagine if a country, lets say america, had such a high rate of abuse in the lives of children that the medical franchise develops stims to keep such said youth mental fit and stable for their teenage years.its practically legal safe drug "addiction" how a porcupine nurse junkie and a boy named Justin shoot highs in their veins like the sky, and perhaps Justin is falling for him?i dont sponsor or promote drug use, but i was inspired about a story i read of a porcupine who did drugs and sex favors on sofurry this is my first story of such said maybe typeif your that author, this is for you :DImagine a time where taking legal drugs was the norm to keep
ones mind intact, the government and the medical CEO's made stims to keep
abused youth and such from becoming suicidal, or a danger to society, it
worked, and we played with using our meds to keep such said abusive emotions of
the past behind and locked away and out of sight. Sure it was taboo to be seen
doing it, rumors spread; that kid must have been raped, if he's taking the
H-stim. But he and Justin, we were those kids, lucky us
We were wasted, but sober. Sweet toxins in our veins legal ones in fact while we lay passed out on
the floor, the cold dirty feel of a room, the forgotten basement, we always
spent our tricks down here shooting up hypos and shrugs to the comfort of
stabbing nerves and a feeling of an orgasm when we would hit up. Before we passed
out as we shot the goods into our arms, tourniquets too, we would sway in the
feel.
"Oh fuck dude!" He spat, like he was on the verge of Cumming,
he loved this shit too much, I didn't care, we all enjoyed the life and needle
pricks, I knew how to get good syringes, not ironic for the kid with quills
combed into a fag-like hairstyle. His cloudy eyes and my chuckle, that I always
tried my best to sound mentally evil or scary, it helped with the mood.
We dazed around for what seemed like an hour spinning in the
old ancient room, smelling dust and I nudged him in my bump in. I asked him,
can you hear me? He didn't answer, so I began rubbing his crotch his dick went
limp when on H-stim trip, but that didn't mean I could feel it, or see how full
his balls where. It wasn't rape, but I just sat there rubbing at his crotch,
and thinking of grand fantasies.
Justin knew the shit I was into, made me an offer;
"If you suck me off I split my share with yours." The look
of life addiction and honesty in his face, weak eyes, a weak soul and still my
friend. I said not without a condom, he laughed and took another swig of his
Arnold palmer with a dash of cheap vodka in it. For an addict, Justin was
strong in his sense of limiting and not overdoing his favorite past time, he
only stopped over for a game of halo 4 in my messy room littered with MCR
posters as well as a Lana del Ray logo on my wall I spray painted. We then sneaked out into the hot weather for
the near end of summer, found that old house, crept into the basement with all
the old shitty and dusty furniture, and took our stims.
The
only days Justin stopped by was when his parents would fight, divorce was a
bitch, and the fights only got worse like a smokers coughs, I invited him over
once, to get the 17 year old away from said douche bag parents, and to chill.
He saw my set of medical equipment I had, and the stainless steel hypos I had
been given as work practice for phlebotomy. He became into the whole medicine
thing, I played that lust less doctor, feeling his median cubital, buff arms,
somewhat big veins and an alarmed pulse.
As the effects wore off, we lay in dust and bliss. Justin
coughed and rubbed his eyes.
"You alright devil dog?" I smirked.
"Wish I was fucking someone while I was on my high ride." He
spoke it honestly; I made a smirk in my mind.
"You aren't even awake when you're on it!" I tossed the ice
tea can at his chest; he rolled around from the dusty floor.
"Bitches be on my dick yo, Yolo, why don't you pay a
pilgrimage to my downtown suka?" he does a sexual thrust and his bulge seems
inviting, but I don't know his health situation.
"Temping, I said, but I like sober clean and uncut cock
grinding me down." I answered; I fluffed up my hair, and stretched. After a hit
like that we were so relaxed, I'm not sure I was breathing, but just embracing
it.
"Nah." He said. " I think you just like big cocks only." I
jerked my head up.
"What'd you say bitch?" I laughed. He does another sexual
thrust; we look at our phones, its 5:04 pm and hurry back before dinner starts.
It was a good day.