First story, so I'll appreciate suggestions. :) I like to set the scene before I get to the actual story, so sorry for the long introduction if it's not really for you.
I used to be straight and now I'm not. And I still don't know how it happened. I don't even think I know who I am anymore. It's frustrating.
So for starters, I, Dominick, am a 24 year old guy, I am in the final year of my university studies and there are only three things interesting about me. Number one - I study engineering, I'd love to build airplanes as my job. I don't even remember when it started, but aviation and everything about airplanes always fascinated me. Number two, I am a girls' guy. Every girl wants to be with me. Okay, that is a little exaggeration, but you know what I mean. I can get any girl I want. I don't know if it as charm, looks, personality or what, but I was always succesful in this field. I mean, I haven't had a serious long-term relationship in a long time, but... uhm... I don't need to use my hands to get the job done... Anyway number three - I spend pretty much all my free time in the gym. And it's visible. I mean, if I have to fly somewhere, I always have to buy the seat next to me as well, otherwise I wouldn't squeeze in. I don't cut very often because I like to look big, so bulking is the way to go. For me at least.
My roomie and best friend Patrick goes with me most of the time. Patrick and I have been best friends since middle school. We used to hang out everyother day back then, but when we got to the same university, we decided to live together. He's a medical student and needs to study a lot. I, being an engineering student, need the exact same. So we rejected the dorms immediately and instead rented a small apartment near the campus. It's calmer. And since it is only a one-bedroom apartment, it doesn't cost that much. You may think that it must be weird or uncomfortable to share the same room with each other, but we are such good friends that we don't mind at all. And we've seen each other naked on so many times that neither of us could count them.
Patrick, unlike me, likes being lean. So while I bulk and don't cut often, he cuts and doesn't bulk often. At 6.2, I'm only like an inch taller than him, but standing next to him, I feel like I take up twice as much space. As for other features, both of us have brown hair (although Patrick's hair is a bit darker), I have green eyes, he has brown, and we're both the same age (actually our birthdays are only 16 days apart).
Now for what happened, what got me into this confusion.
It all happened last week. It was the last day of the semester, we had almost a month before the next semester started. And neither of us traveled home for Christmas. Pat's parents died three years back and I never liked Christmas. So we usually hang out in our apartments for the entire period between semesters.
On Friday we bumped into each other in the door. He was just getting back from his last exam (which he aced because of course he did, he's incredibly smart) and I was on my way to the gym.
"Hey, where you going?" he asked.
"Where do you think I'm going? To the gym, obviously." I replied pointing my hand to my bag. "Wanna join?"
"Sure thing, gimme a second."
I was sure it wasn't going to be just a second and I was very surprised when he jumped to our room, changed clothes and emerged back to the hall in two minutes.
"That was uncharacteristicly quick." I smirked.
"Shut up and go." He pushed me out the door.
In no time we were at the gym and ready to build some muscle.
The gym was absolutely empty, there was only one other person apart from us. So we enjoyed the peace and spent as much time as we could there. We only left after the gong told us the gym was going to close in fifteen minutes.
When we got back to our apartment, we were both pretty tired. I showered in the gym while Patrick finished his set, so I went straight to the bed. Patrick jumped in the shower and I heard him whistle while taking the shower. As I layed on the bed and listened to Patrick's whistling, I realized huw much my back hurt. I probably over-exercised, because the pain was slowly getting worse and worse. I stood up and tried reaching there but with the size of my shoulders if was very difficult.
When Patrick got out of the shower and saw me dancing with my arms trying to reach my back, he had to think I got crazy and tried performing an indian rain ritual.
"Did a barbell fall on your head? Are you trying to kill an imaginary spider on your back?" he asked and I couldn't decide which one of these questions sounded more stupid.
"No, my back incredibly hurts and I'm trying to do something about it, dummy."
"Huh. Get your shirt off and lay on your stomach." He instructed.
"What?"
"Have you never heard of a massage? I can get rid of your pain in no time."
"A massage?"
"Yes, one that will actually help you."
"Why did you never tell me you can do massages. I'd come to you years ago."
"You never asked."
"How was I supposed to know you can do massages."
"Do you want me to help you or not?"
He sounded annoyed and I really needed to get rid of that pain so I shut my mouth, took my shirt off and layed down on my bed again. Next thing I heard him pop something, I guess a massage oil, and pour it all over my back. He sat on the bed next to me and started massaging. His hand were warm from the shower and I think the oil was also kind of warming. He first just spread the oil all around my back then started slowly massaging me. It hurt a bit but I guess otherwise it wouldn't work. He then stood up and sat on my legs.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Sitting next to you, I needed to twist my body sideways. I'm not going to hurt my own back to help yours."
"So you're just going to sit on my while giving me a massage?"
"Haven't we done weirded stuff before?"
He got a point. We've done many weird things before.
"Jesus Christ that hurts." I shouted as he started really going at my back. "I thought you were going to help me, not make my pain worse."
"Have you seriously never had a massage before? How do you expect me to relieve your pain without touching the spots that hurt you. Also isn't your life motto 'no pain, no gain'?"
"Can't you do it a little more gently."
"Once again, how do you expect me to do this without it hurting?"
"I don't know. You're a medical student, don't you have anesthesia or something?" I don't even know why I asked, I knew he couldn't take school stuff home with him.
"You know what? That's a good point actually. I do have something that could help you." That took me off guard. But the pain was excruciating so I didn't oppose.
"So what are you waiting for? Gimme."
He got off me, reached under his bed and took out a small box. I never knew he had medicine under his bed. Anyway, he took out a green bottle (a disinfectant I presume), some white squares, a small vial with a red liquid and a syringe.
"I hope you're not afraid of needles." he said as he started rubbing the side of my neck with a little white square with some of that liquid from the green bottle. "This is going to sting a little."
"Just do it already, the pain is unbearable."
He took the syringe, put it in the vial and got some of the red liquid in it. "Here it goes." he announced and pierced my skin with the syringe.
"When will it start to take effect?" I asked hoping he would say something like two minutes at maximum.
"Like thirty seconds." I liked that answer.
He put on a band aid on the spot where he pierced my neck. It was at this point I realized anesthesia goes in that body part that you want to desentisize and not in the neck. But then the pain from my back started to go away and I could feel my body calming down.
"This is amazing. What did you give me?" I asked really pleased with the result.
"Oh you'll see very soon." he answered mysthically.
"What?" I didn't understand what he meant by that. The pain was already almost gone, so what else was I supposed to see?
"What else am I supposed to feel?" I asked. Or rather I tried. Instead I said something like "Whaf elth ema thupothed to feel." My tongue wasn't really doing what I wanted it to.
"This. This is what you're supposed to feel. Your entire body getting numb."
"Wha shu mean?"
"Soon you won't feel a thing. And you won't be able to move a single muscle in your body."
I wanted him to explain but I could no longer move my tongue or my jaw. But he continued. "I waited for such a long time for this. I'm going to enjoy it. And so are you."
His monologue raised more questions than it answered but I couldn't talk, I couldn't ask him to clarify what he meant. In fact, I couldn't even move. What was happening?
He reached over me and grabbed me by my side. In one swift movement, he rotated me so that now I was laying on my back. He was stronger than I thought. When he saw my uncomprehending eyes, he told me not to worry, that he would explain and I just needed to be more patient.
But how was I supposed to be patient? I was laying on my bed shirtless, not being able to move, not baing able to talk, not knowing what he'd injected me with or what was going to happen back. And he wanted me to be patient? One good thing was that I couldn't feel my back. Everything else was disturbing.
