The doctor prescribes an antibiotic, just in case.

I'm glad I was able to book an appointment with the clinic on campus so quickly; it usually takes a few days to get in.

While there, she ran the usual tests for sexually transmitted infections, but they all came back negative. Still, since false negatives are fairly common for some infections, she thought it would be a good idea to prescribe a round of antibiotics.

I'm no doctor, but I trusted her advice. Good thing, too. This morning I found a note under my bed, signed by some guy named Trey.

:: Ivan-

When we fucked, I think I infected you. It's never been like that before. It doesn't usually take over like that.

I hope you meant it. I hope you really wanted it.

Be careful. It fucks you up real bad.

-Trey ::

I must have gotten drunk and fucked him the night I was supposed to go to Randy's party. It's weird, though. I'm smart enough to know better than to get wasted and let strangers bareback me. I wish I could remember what happened.

I guess it doesn't really matter, though. Today is my last day on the pills she prescribed. Since taking them, my cock is pretty much back to normal. I think I'm gonna text Miguel and see what he's been up to.

[END: The pills killed the infection growing inside Ivan before it was strong enough to exert an influence on his will. Ivan will live a normal life, never knowing what kind of power he could have had.]