A Surgeon General’s warning

by Portowulf

Dr. Ethan Carter has become a bit of an underground celebrity in the medical field as the only doctor to successfully un-fuse patients who’d used a new drug on the market meant for cocking.

Added: May 2020 1,741 words 2,867 views 5.0 stars (3 votes)


Dr. Ethan Carter worked in the Department of Special Surgeries at the Mt. Sinai research hospital. He was on special assignment after some knock-off cocking pills made it onto the market. The pills were sold at truck stops, bodegas, adult video stores, and Dr. Carter had even seen it sold on the counter of a Chinese take-out place.

The issue with the pills was not that they didn’t work, just that they didn’t work well enough. Most of the time it had resulted in temporary hip fusion, but had the occasional bad reaction to the drug leading to the effects not wearing off.

This is where Dr. Carter came in. He was the only doctor to successfully separate fused bodies, but while the government placed a gag order on the fact this was going on, to avoid panic, as well as on widespread knowledge of cocking drugs, he was unable to publish his findings in any scientific journals or instruct other doctors. So instead, he became an underground celebrity at the hospital.

Most of the time, the patients were consenting adults, often boyfriends or husbands, or just people hooking up and experimenting with the pills for the first time. However, the first case he encountered where he learned how to unfuse the men, was not in this category…

It was late in the evening, and Dr. Carter was called in for an emergency consultation for two patients. He came and saw two men, stuck ass to groin. At first, he assumed it was a sex toy or piercing gone wrong.

“Good evening, I’m Dr. Carter,” said Ethan. “I see you’re having some trouble tonight.”

Dr. Carter was mostly unfazed by the sight, as years of working at a Manhattan hospital had desensitized him for most things. The younger of the two seemed very embarrassed, but the older top stayed silent, and avoided eye contact. Dr. Carter continued.

“Is there any pain?” he asked

“No,” said the shy bottom.

“Do either of you have a piercing?” he asked.

The bottom shook his head. Dr. Carter leaned to address the top.

“No,” he said, abruptly.

“Do you have any allergies?” he continued, ignoring the rudeness

“No,” said the bottom. The top just shook his head.

“Okay, were you using any new toys or marital aids?” he asked.

“Mmm…no?” said the bottom.

The top avoided eye contact, which caught Ethan’s attention.

“All right, well, let me take a look at the area,” he said.

He took the green paper gown wrapped around their waists, and it was immediately obvious that this wasn’t something normal. The two were seamlessly fused together, almost like conjoined twins.

For the first time since he entered the room, Dr. Ethan Carter was surprised.

“Well now, were you using anything… illicit?” he asked.

“No, I’m clean,” said the young bottom.

The older top grunted. Dr. Carter stared at him intently. The top tried to avoid eye contact, but Dr. Carter didn’t let up.

“Fine, I picked something up at the truck stop before I went over,” he said.

The top looked surprised. “What? I told you I don’t do drugs.”

“It’s not… Think Extense or Viagara… but not that,” said the top, relenting.

“Then what?” cried the bottom.

“It was some sort of cocking pill. I didn’t even think it would work,” he said, defensively.

“What?” he asked.

“Cocking” said Dr. Carter. “Do you know what that is?” he asked the bottom.

“What? No… I… What? This is from some cheap sex pill? I… what…?”

He started to get worked up, so Dr. Carter prepared a sedative, and injected to the bottom to calm him down. Eventually, the bottom knocked out asleep.

The top still avoided eye contact.

“You didn’t even tell him?” Dr. Carter demanded.

The top didn’t answer.

“Do you even know him?” he pressed.

“We met online. I don’t even know his name,” said the top with indignant dismissal.

“That’s basically sexual assault. At best,” said Dr. Carter. “And attempted manslaughter at worst. What if you came while he was transformed and made it permanent?”

The top smirked ever so slightly at the suggestion, and something snapped in Ethan.

“Fine, don’t answer. I can try and get you unfused so you can go your separate ways.” he said, unusually calmly.

“Finally” said the top. “This has gone on long enough.”

“This,” said Dr. Carter, exhibiting an oval green tablet, “is an actual cocking pill. It’s very hard to come by, so trust me, you will never get this in a gas station. This pill costs $7,000 but will convert you into my cock for an hour.”

“Me?” asked the top, incredulously. “I don’t bottom!”

“Well, he doesn’t have a ‘bottom’ anymore because of you, so you really don’t have another option.”

The top’s eyes darted back and forth. After a minute of thinking to himself, he dropped his eyes to the floor, and agreed.

It was a bit awkward at first, with the unconscious body of the bottom attached, but slowly Dr. Carter mounted the once-proud top, and managed to fuck him as the effect of the pill started to take.

A few hours later, the bottom woke up in the doctor’s office. He was no longer attached to the jackass that tried to cock him.

“Hey,” he said, groggy, still lying on his side. “You separated us?”

Dr. Carter removed his latex gloves, and sat next to the bed frame. “Yessir, you’re free to go now. How do you feel?”

“I feel better, but… I don’t remember what happened. Did you perform surgery?” he asked.

“Well, you spent an hour on the operating table, and another few hours here for the sedative to wear off,” he answered evasively.

“Oh. Okay,” he said, a little less groggy. “Did… did he say he used a pill on me?”

“Ah, yes. A cheap knockoff drug. Caused an allergic reaction where his skin blistered and fused to your skin. Wasn’t pretty but it was reversible,” Dr. Carter lied.

“What did he call it? Cocking?” he asked.

“Cock-King. Some Chinese knock-off of a male enhancement drug. Doesn’t really work, but in this case made a big mess,” Dr. Carter continued to lie.

“Oh…” said the bottom. “Well, thank you. Can I go now?”

“You’re all set to go home, we don’t need to keep you overnight. The other gentleman will pay the bill for the two of you, so I don’t need your insurance information,” Dr. Carter said. This, at least, was technically not lying.


“One quick question though where did you meet this guy?” asked Dr. Carter.

“Oh, online. Just some random hookup app. He was actually my first. Figures it would go wrong,” said the bottom solemnly. “I trusted him, but I guess I shouldn’t have, huh?”

“Some guys are predators, so always be careful. But you’re a young, cute guy. You’ll find someone better in no time, I’m sure,” answered Dr. Carter truthfully.

The bottom smiled bashfully. “Thanks, Dr. Carter.”

“I didn’t get your name, by the way. For the office record.”

“Timmy,” he replied “Timothy Morris.”

“Have a good night, Mr. Morris. And say safe.”

The bottom nodded, gathered his belongings, and left the office.

Dr. Carter finished typing on the computer, cleaned the office, and went into the hallway.

He walked down to the bathroom, and entered.

Sitting on the toilet, he held his enlarged cock in his hand. It was twitching angrily.

“I know you’re a predator, and I know if I let you go, you’re just going to do this again,” Dr. Carter said to his dick, in a hushed voice. “And I took the Hippocratic Oath.”

He began to caress his cock, the angry twitching amplifying.

“I swear by Apollo the physician, and Asclepius, and Hygieia and Panacea and all the gods and goddesses as my witnesses, that, according to my ability and judgement, I will keep this Oath and this contract.”

He continued to ramble off the ancient words, rubbing his dick harder and faster with every line.

“To hold him who taught me this art equally dear to me as my parents, to be a partner in life with him, and to fulfill his needs when required; to look upon his offspring as equals to my own siblings, and to teach them this art, if they shall wish to learn it, without fee or contract; and that by the set rules, lectures, and every other mode of instruction, I will impart a knowledge of the art to my own sons, and those of my teachers, and to students bound by this contract and having sworn this Oath to the law of medicine, but to no others.”

Despite the serious and sort of bland nature of the oath, he was nearing climax by this point. His cock angrily spazzing as the once arrogant top pleaded with the hand holding him not to cum.

“I will use those dietary regimens which will benefit my patients according to my greatest ability and judgement, and I will do no harm or injustice to them.”

And with that, Dr. Carter expelled everything that was once the top from the slit at the end of his cock. Some landed in the bowl, some landed on the dirty tile on the floor.

Dr. Carter collapsed backwards, leaning against the back of the toilet, breathing heavily. Small globs of cum continuing to come at random spasms.

“And I will do no harm,” he repeated, content.


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