Shots

Recently, activity in a discussion topic “Injection in butt - how far u pull your pants down?” caught my attention and had to add my own reply. A friend ‘liked’ the post and that triggered a flood of thoughts about my shot obsession. I realized that I had written a variety of posts on related discussion topics and woven shots into numerous stories. It was a topic that I never tired of discussing and now I really felt compelled to create a blog posting where I could unpack all these ideas.

As a kid, shots in the butt were routine. It was an era that a shot of penicillin seemed to be the answer to any ailment and it seems like any visit to the pediatrician concluded with a shot - always in the butt. I’m sure there are many shots I don’t remember but some features are permanently etched - the inevitable news that I was due a shot and should prepare myself - that is, lay face down and lower my pants and underwear. The various scenes and senses - watching as the nurse drew the medicine into the syringe, the feel of the paper on the exam table, the smell of alcohol and then its coolness on my exposed bottom, the doctors hand on my tush and then the sharp stick of the needle followed by the growing, burning pressure deep in my muscle, the taut ache that lasted for hours afterwards.

At the time I did not myself welcome shots as I do now, but I was intrigued and knew that if I routinely got shots, so did my female classmates. The notion of their exposed bottoms getting shots was the kernel of many fantasies. I distinctly recall on particular instance where we were visiting friends of my parents and their daughter was a year older than me. She noted that our common pediatrician was their next-door neighbor. I remarked that I was not that fond of visits to his clinic as they always seemed to conclude with a shot. She gleefully admitted that she liked getting shots. I credit that instance - the idea of her bare bum getting a shot - as the beginning of my life-long obsession.

I remember being mesmerized by a Norman Rockwell illustration of a young boy - about my age at the time - standing on a chair in a doctor’s office. He was holding his pants at half-mast, while leaning forward to read the doctor’s diploma on the wall. In the background, the doctor was preparing a syringe. The picture captured a moment right before getting a shot that was very familiar to me. Yet there were significant deviations from my experience. For instance, this boy was alone and I was always accompanied by a parent and my shots were always with me laying face down with my bottom fully bare. Still it was a scene that captivated my attention. More recently, I was discussing this key artifact in my shot obsession with another shot enthusiast and he pointed me to the backstory of the illustration, including a staged photo that Rockwell used to create the drawing. The scene had been an actual small town doctor’s office and he typically had his young patients stand on the chair to receive their shots. A school boy had been recruited to serve as the model for the patient in the illustration and had actually lowered his pants and bent forward as if to receive a shot. For me, the history of this iconic illustration was almost as captivating as the resulting image.

This post was initiated by a discussion about exposure for a shot. I get that many recipients are bashful and shot-givers are deferential to embarrassment of their patients. I’ve seen many photos of medical scenes where the shot recipient is only exposing the very top of their cheek. As an adult, when I’ve been due a shot, the caregiver has suggested I only need to expose the very top of my derriere - much like the fellow in the Rockwell drawing. I figure most patients accept shots reluctantly and are modest about exposure. Not me!. I unabashedly always lower my pants to completely bare my ass. That thrill of exposure, the feeling of cool air and vulnerability is a huge part of the experience.

I have a few specific medical experiences that I will share but first wanted to mention my ‘shot hobbyist’ activities. Syringes are fairly easy to obtain and I’ve frequently given myself pleasure by sticking myself with an empty syringe. I imagine the clinical setting and the anticipation is very exciting. The alcohol swab is fantastic - both the smell and the cool sensation, then the pinch of the needle. I miss the subsequent burn of the serum forced into my glute but the view of the syringe stuck in my butt is very stimulating. Another shot enthusiast termed sticking one’s self with an empty syringe, ‘dry shots’. It’s not as fulfilling as a ‘real’ shot but still very nice.

A few years ago, I had a wonderful but all too brief connection with a fellow shot enthusiast. We initially conversed online about our mutual fetish and discussed a variety of shot topics, including how various factors impact the sensation such as needle gauge, temperature of a syringe's contents, the sting of sterile water versus vitamin solutions, etc. Unexpectedly, I had work travel near her and we arranged to meet for some spanking and shot fun. She brought a bounty of supplies and prepared a series of ‘tests’ for me. The first addressed our debate on needle size - I had believed that larger needles (e.g., 21g) would be more painful with the larger bore penetrating the skin and higher flow. She maintained that smaller gauge (25g) created a more intense pressure point of the fluid forced through the smaller orifice. She prepared 3cc of room temperature sterile water in two syringes fitted with 21g and 25g needles. I lowered my pants and laid face down on the bed, very excited about the prospect of actually getting shots. She swabbed both cheeks and deftly administered both shots simultaneously. The sensation was fantastic. It had been ages since I had gotten a shot other than by myself and two at the same time was indescribable. I was worried that she might be aghast if she saw the physical manifestation of my excitement. The conclusion of the test was that she was right - the smaller, 25g needle hurt slightly more. I covered up and we talked for a bit to allow the ache of the first round to subside. The second pair compared cold versus room temperature sterile water. We both expected the chilled fluid to hurt more and the shots verified that. A bit later, she gave me the third pair, comparing vitamins B-12 and C, with B-12 winning the intensity contest.

If you have read this far and have an interest in the topic, please send me a note. I would love to discuss directly. Even better, if you might be interested in some in-person play, I would love that, too.

For years, I craved getting shots in the butt. I was disappointed that routine vaccinations and boosters were all given in the arm. It did not even occur to me to request that these shots be relocated to my tush. The ‘drought’ was broken when I visited my doctor’s office for a nagging sinus issue. I was seen by a nurse practitioner who concluded that I indeed had an infection and recommended treating with antibiotics. I was expecting she would advise oral medication but then she paused as if uneasy at introducing the topic and indicated that her advised treatment would be antibiotic injections that she described as ‘painful shots in your bottom’. Obviously, she was accustomed to needle-phobic patients for whom shots, particularly in their butts, were very unwelcome. Instead, I was gleeful and realized she had said shots - plural. She explained that the recommended dosage was such and such hundred thousand units and that in the concentrations of their typical stock, this would require two 3cc shots.

She said it like it was a bad thing and I tried to suppress my excitement at the prospect. Her delivery had the tone of a somber diagnosis awaiting a decision and I had to act neutral and consented to her advised treatment. “I’ll go get the meds,” she replied and left the room. I was giddy with excitement - the only way this could have been better was if she were filling the syringes as I watched. I realized I was becoming aroused at the impending event and wondered how many patients craved shots like I did and, if they did, was arousal a common reaction? She knocked on the door and then re-entered, setting the syringes on the counter beside me. She made some notes on the workstation and I gazed upon the instruments that would give me so much pleasure. I was now fully hard and worried she might notice.

She instructed me to lay face down on the exam table and lower my pants. I climbed atop the table and then while kneeling undid my pants and pushed them and boxers down fully baring my tush. The paper cover of the table felt wonderful against my erection and she approached my left side first and swabbed a spot high on my cheek. She cautioned that the medication was thick and took a while to dispense. She asked if I was ready and I said ‘yes’. I felt the slight twinge of the needle and then slowly a warm ache developing deep in my glute. “Half way there,” she noted, rounding the table to my right side. “You’re doing good.” I was doing fantastic but tried to remain calm. She repeated the process on my right cheek and suggested I lay there for a few minutes in case I had any reaction to the medication. Both cheeks - still completely bare - throbbed delightfully and after a few minutes she suggested I could cover-up. I rose and noticed a conspicuous wet spot of pre-cum on the paper covering the exam table.

More recently, I have been getting fairly regular B-complex and MIC shots (3cc each) at a local medical spa. On my first visit, the provider turned away from me and traced a line on her own bottom how far I needed to lower my pants. Instead I let my pants fall free and pulled my underwear down to fully bare my cheeks. She did not comment on my over adjustment and gladly administered the shots. In fact, the site she chose was more towards the crest of my cheek that would not have been exposed if I had followed her guidance. In most cases at the spa, the various providers have injected both shots in the same cheek - a first for me - and always standing-up facing an exam table - the only shots I have ever received not laying face down. The B-complex stings a little but the shots are generally not very painful, yet I totally enjoy baring my bottom for the shots. I get truly excited by the exposure and the sensation of the female providers giving me these otherwise benign shots. I had a pair of shots just today and was not too surprised as I grew a bit stiff as she stuck me with the first shot.

If you like getting and/or receiving shots, I would enjoy hearing about your experiences.