I firmly massage your freshly injected thigh to disperse the medicine. You wince. Your thigh is still burning madly but there's now also a deep ache inside that's working its way down your leg.

“Having looked at your records, I can see you haven't had your prostate checked yet. I can do that now.”

You have no time to react or complain to this new suggestion as before you know it, I've quickly coated my fingers in KY and swiftly parted your bottom cheeks, pushing my fingers in just beyond the second knuckle.

“Ahhh!!” you let out a surprised cry. You're really not expecting that! Seconds later, I grab the second loaded syringe and jab it firmly into your bottom, stopping only when the barrel hits your skin and the needle is deeply embedded in your muscle.

You yelp painfully in response to the sudden aggressive movement, confused because I took so much care inserting the needle for your thigh injection. With my fingers deeply skewered into your bottom and the syringe jabbed into your bum, you can't move. Your only option is to fully submit.

As an aide to distraction, I begin to press firmly on your prostate, scissoring my fingers and pushing down on the slightly raised gland inside your rectum. At the same time, I begin to depress the plunger of the second penicillin shot and it unloads a searingly painful load quickly into your muscle but I'm unconcerned…. I'm having fun here!