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(Faith) Pat meets an old friend from his dreams.

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• Mature • The Long Run

Postby Patrick » Tue Apr 17, 2018 11:14 am

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Ashan 48 718; Midday
Location: The Order of Adunih

Seven asses were questionably damning him for coming this far across the world, that is of course due to the fact he had motivation for being here. Kian had business in coming to visit Scalvoris and while Pat had slowly gotten attached, Etzos was really never a place he intended to stick around in much longer. Namely due to the nature of his current predicament as Syroa's cursed pet. Travelling the world wasn't something he had outright planned however, and being at this far flung corner of Idalos certainly stamped out any inclination to head further East. Granted he had heard modestly nice things about Scalvoris, what once was a pirate littered island now seemed a pretty peaceful slice of paradise to some.

Yet that paradise lacked the perfection that was weather in comparison, although no place could have favorable weather like Rharne did. Still the drunkard spent his time learning the place, the people especially, while he tried create a minor name for himself here. 'Patrick Barnell the Extraordinaire, The Great and Suave Rharnian' or so he tried to sell a few times, naturally a few grew curious as to what he was so great at. And oh did they learn. Yes they learned quite well, such was the nature of his job as a whore. No matter how many people came to him curious of his services though, it was always just the one person he wound up cuddling in bed with at Trial's end.

But that person wasn't with him right now, instead Pat opted to explore on his own to-trial. To avoid getting too hot and heavy with the relationship mostly, but of course there were some things Pat preferred to do alone on occasion. Things like personal visits to a healer... that wasn't his current lover as well. Mostly due to the nature of the visit in this case, a situation he would've rather had remedied in complete discretion. A trip to the Order of Adunih resulted him in inquiring about services for... a personally delicate nature. As a minor chafe seemed to recently develop somewhere below, Patrick considered this to be an indication that a check up was necessary.

Why? Because when your shit downstairs starts to chafe more than usual, then evidently something is required to be inspected. But of course he never really worried about this problem before, probably because there never seemed to be an instance where he caught such a thing. So what did he tell them? Well he made damn well sure not to make it so obvious he itched down there, and that he would've rather consulted a medic personally for this issue. While it didn't really grant him any favors or leeway with the nurses, his insistence for privacy made it clear he wasn't comfortable with others knowing. Thus he sat waiting in his own examination room sitting, thumbs twiddled around and around as he tried to ignore his... 'dilemma.'
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The Long Run

Postby Faith » Thu Apr 19, 2018 9:49 am

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Faith left the staff room at the Order of the Adunih to hoots of laughter. She did not consider it appropriate, personally, but the female volunteers had a betting pool on the gentleman in examination room 2. What it was he had and the relative size of the affected organ was the usual criteria and, to-trial, they did not disappoint. Faith never took part in the bets, simply stating that it was something which could happen to anyone who was sexually active and they should not be so judgemental. That, unfortunately, just made them laugh harder and Faith walked out with a sigh. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but by the time she had walked down to the examination room in question she was once again the epitome of calm.

The young woman who walked in to the room was slight of build and short, standing at five foot four. Pale skin was framed by jet black hair and her pale silver eyes looked at him as she stepped in. With a start of recognition, Faith remembered where she knew him from; she'd shared a dream with him whilst she was still a slave to Jamal. Thanks to her blessing from Vri, Faith never forgot anything and so she recalled the man's name as Patrick - and her memory went to the situation with his brother. Faith was wearing a gold Adunih cloak and he would undoubtedly notice the tattoos at her wrists, intricate black patterns, and the same at her throat. Her nails, too, were dark black and looked out of place with her dress. But she smiled at him and looked at him in a friendly manner as she walked in. "Good trial," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "My name is Faith. I understand you have an issue with your penis?" She really didn't understand why people got so concerned about saying or talking about genitals. They were just body parts, like elbows and eyebrows.

"I'll need to examine you, if you'd like to pop your trousers off. While you're doing that, maybe you can tell me what your symptoms are?"
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The Long Run

Postby Patrick » Thu Apr 19, 2018 6:37 pm

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He wasn't sure how this came to happen exactly.... well, maybe he knew how it happened but not completely. Often he remained wary of any 'partners' he would then entertain, but it seems even then his mildly cautious nature didn't keep him fully protected. Another itch had started to annoy him and he proceeded to grasp at his groin, slight tugs made against the cloth as fabrics rubbed over the spot that chafed so irritably.

He hated this. He was never so embarrassed in his life! Footsteps were heard to signal him that someone was coming. Probably the doctor himself to handle the treatment, though he'd forgotten that treatment came after the initial examination and thus sighed. It was going to be an awkward conversation. Even more so when the doctor that entered was not a man, but a woman who proved to be impeccably beautiful. Super pale with deep black hair, intricate tattoos visible around the neck and wrists. She was short but Patrick didn't- Oh Seven hells it was Faith.

Fuck. Patrick's eyes widened as the recognition finally settled in, the dream of his dead family haunting him in the most oddest of fashions. Then she came in with her own little chalk bunny, although the name of the little creature failed to surface in his memory. "Oh... hi?" He answered her awkwardly as his face started to pale, hopeful and yet somehow doubtful that she wasn't the doctor in this case. Of all the people in the world of Idalos, how was it that on one tiny island; the person to treat his most embarrassing condition was Faith?!

The fates truly had a sick twisted sense of humor indeed.

"Yeah, good to se-" He muttered awkwardly when she told him her name, then of course when she brought up his dilemma... red coloration quickly filled his cheeks as he stood. "Whoa whoa hey, could we keep it down?" He anxiously asked with eyes at the door, although he already feared the damage was done. Maybe. He could fix this! He just needed to get past the examination and treatment, and then leave here pretending nothing ever happened at all.

Finally he sighed with a nervous scratch at the backside of his neck, with a seat taken back on the edge of the examination bed. "Yeah," He spoke lowly, "I... might've slipped up. Have a problem I might need to have examined." When he spoke he did so almost inadvertently, a real change compared to the confident nature he usually projected. When she finally proceeded to tell him about the examination, Patrick's heart practically pounded in his chest over the sudden realization of what's to come.

"Oh..." Oh indeed. Trousers off? Normally that'd be an invitation he could never refuse but... in this case he really found the idea less inviting. There was no way in this world, even if she were the last woman on Idalos, Patrick wanted to strip down his clothes for her. Not that he wasn't into her because she was clearly a beautiful lady, but the mere fact her reason for being here was more medical rather than... practical.

"Er... the symptoms uh..." He couldn't keep a strong line going and his hands paused at his belt, as Patrick couldn't help but hesitate in regards to the instruction. Did he want to do this? Hell no. But was this necessary to clear up his name? Sadly yes. Patrick like so many others had a reputation to maintain, and while this wouldn't be one of his most defining moments in life; it certainly couldn't be the moment that ruined him either. "Alright." He finally sighed.

"Just... promise not to laugh?" Patrick checked as he gripped the strap of his belt, as the buckle unclasped from the leather flap. Finally with his waistline loosened and the buttons of his pants undone, Patrick once more hesitated as his thumbs gripped both pants and briefs. Here goes...

Self conscious about it he couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut and tug down the fabric, and thus revealed to her his suddenly shy member in all it's glory. "It might've started a few trials ago.... I dunno though as the itching didn't bother me until this past Trial." He murmured towards her with eyes still closed, while his groin proceeded to chafe in it's red and slightly swollen condition.
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The Long Run

Postby Faith » Fri Apr 20, 2018 5:46 pm

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Faith looked at him and smiled, trying to be reassuring as she spoke, "My voice is very quiet and these walls are thick. The door is closed, I promise you, women have given birth in this room and you can barely hear anything. No one is going to hear me say the word penis, and if they did, no one would care." Sitting there, looking like a naughty child, Faith felt her heart go out to him, but in truth she had treated too many men in this sort of situation to think that sympathy pats were a good idea. "Might have?" Faith asked and then watched as he struggled to think of something to say, some escape. A few times, rather than be examined, men had bolted at this point, but they inevitably came back.

When it got bad enough.

He hesitated with his hand on his belt and Faith looked up at him with her so-serious silver eyes. "If it's any help to you at all, I promise you that you are the only one who is embarrassed. I have examined men and women in all sorts of interesting ways and for all sorts of obscure things. It will take more than a single penis to scare or shame me, I assure you." Although, she supposed, if it was like an elbow, or come to that an eyebrow, she might be a little grossed out. "I won't laugh," she promised him. Why on Idalos would anyone laugh at the sight of an infected penis, Faith wondered. They were far from humorous without an infection but with one? There was nothing funny about that sight.

"Thank you. There we go, lets lay you down so I can get a proper look." Not that she needed it, she was fairly sure as soon as his pants had made it to his thigh, but still, she had to check and it was always best to be thorough. So, she'd help him get half sat-up on the bed.

And so it came to pass that, on this trial, the 48th of Ashan in the 718th Arc, Patrick got to lay down on a bed in the Order of the Adunih in Scalvoris with a five foot four former slave peering at his manhood as she stood next to him. "You're sexually active?" It didn't seem entirely a question, more just a case of checking the obvious. "How many sexual partners have you had in the last ten-trial and how many times have you engaged in sex?" Oh, by all the Immortals, Faith thought, this one was well gnarly. It had been longer than a couple of trials. Qit'ria's pussing, oozing sores looked marginally more pleasant than the swollen red Patrick-penis.

Damnit. She was going to lose her part of the bet. Ah well.

"In the immediate moment, I'm just going to apply some salve. It will feel strange, but it's very soothing within a few moments. You might feel a slight sensation of heat, but it's nothing to worry about." Yes, the woman had no shame. A liberal application, but at least her hands were warm.

Then, she pulled a sheet over him and spoke to him, sitting in the chair next to the bed "You have quite a significant infection." Faith under stated enormously. And sitting in the center of Faldrass volcano was a bit warm. "The treatment for that is twofold. I have a series of herbs for you to take, but there's also a physical treatment. It will be uncomfortable," oh she was on a roll for understatement, it seemed. Uncomfortable like the ice caves were a bit chilly in Cylus. "But relatively quick and once it's over the relief you feel will be immediate. You need both to fully treat the infection."

The decision was entirely up to him. Faith avoided talking about exactly what she meant by "physical treatment" but if he asked, she'd tell him.
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The Long Run

Postby Patrick » Sun Apr 22, 2018 7:08 pm

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Even at the implication no one would hear their conversation and that all things said between them were private, Pat still felt quite edgy and insecure of his own horrid dilemma. Without any real indication of when the rash developed he hadn't much to add, just the speculative look he gave her when she seemed to reiterate on two words. He knew it definitely happened recently, as it had never bothered him before Scalvoris. But as far as he knew it could've very well been from the night they arrived... since yesterday the itching only gradually became worse.

Thus he reluctantly dropped his pants.

Once Faith had promised him to avoid laughter, likely only because it was his own insecurity, he slipped his breeches down and closed his eyes tight. It honestly felt as though he were waiting for judgement from the Twins, all the while his own member ached with another irritating chafe along it's stem. Seven hells! It took a lot of mental fortitude to pay no thought to it, to avoid reaching to rub the skin insistently for some brief relief. When she proceeded to instruct him to lie down, his eyes cracked open with an awkward stare at the lady shorter than him. Lie down? Uh oh.

Habits were hard to kick when these words were often heard too much, even so Pat didn't want to outright just 'lie down' either because... "Just... don't think. Don't even think about her! Do it..." But do what exactly? So far he was only suppose to lie down, and from there she would handle the rest. He sighed nervously and scooted back a little to rest on the bed, however with his pants still caught at his knees; Patrick practically tumbled on his ass with an ungraceful landing on the mattress.

He said nothing though; just awkwardly turned to lay on the bed before her, his own privates left exposed as the doctor proceeded. "Quite." He croaked with a gulp, though no real shame lingered over his 'duties' for paying customers. "Last ten-trial? Uuuuh." Good. Question. He got here two trials ago, spent thirteen trials before on a boat to Scalvoris... So only one person pretty much kept him sexually active, once his sea sickness subsided midway throughout the trip. But here? There was... a broad, a couple interested in a third, and one more woman who was bitterly drunk. Just thinking about those made him wonder... "I'd saaaaay five?... I make a living off this so it's kinda... second nature."

Second nature. No wonder the thought of lying down in front of her intimidated him, even at his worst he could only consider alternative right now. Faith proceeded to apply some sort of salve towards his groin, and while he laid there and listened his eyes widened. Oh. Oh Seven hells no!! Don't touch- too late. The medic had already doused her hands with the stuff and proceeded to rub it on there, inducing a cringe as Pat tensed around his waistline muscles. Fuck! "Don't think, don't think, don't even think!" Yes she was right. The salve felt very soothing and almost too relaxing, thus Pat bit his lower lip forcefully to focus on that instead. If he could just distract himself from the 'feel good' sensation with a bit of pain, then he was safe to say the job was done shortly afterwards.

With the salve applied and a blanket pulled over him, Patrick released his lower lip with a sigh and silent thanks to the fates. The last thing he needed, specifically right now, was an outrageous hard on while at the doctors office. "Two-fold?!" He rose on his elbows with eyebrows elevated in shock. What the hell else was required to treat this damnable affliction?!! Suddenly being a Sessfiend didn't seem as bad... He sighed and relaxed his head back down on the pillow, hands covering his eyes as he contemplated it for the moment. Both were necessary to completely treat the infection, which meant he'd be a good and 'clean' individual when continuing his trade. Honestly by now though Pat started to question his life choices, as well as making a career out of being a whore. A very expensive whore, given his skill and worth.

"Alright..." He finally said after a moment of silence. "Do what you have to do, but don't tell me what it is!" After he said this he slid the pillow out from underneath his head, and buried his face underneath it using both arms over the cushion. He might've regretted this now but in the long run, he would no doubt thank Faith later for the mercy this would bring.
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