“I think it doesn’t matter which bodily fluid it is; it all seems to have the same effect. If you’re exposed to it, you’ll start worshiping your brother and do everything he commands,” Charlie replied, his tone grave.
Jamie’s heart raced as he processed this information. “If that’s the case…” he began, his mind racing back to the chaotic events of the previous night. “I got covered in his cum! I mean, I was blasted with it!” he said, followed by a detailed explanation of what happened.
Charlie’s silence on the other end of the line felt heavy as Jamie explained what happened. “That… really happened?! That’s crazy!”
“I know!” Jamie exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and concern flooding through him. “What if I’m affected? What if I start… worshiping him or something? Am I going to be okay?” Jamie asked, his voice tinged with anxiety. The thought of losing his autonomy, of being compelled to obey Timmy without question, sent a shiver down his spine.
"I can't say for certain," Charlie admitted, his voice steady but tinged with concern. "It's all so new and unpredictable. But based on what I've been told, you should already be feeling an overwhelming desire to worship him, to get down on your knees and pleasure him in any way you can. Do you feel that urge, that compulsion?"
Jamie hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He couldn't deny that there was something about Timmy that drew him in, something that made him feel weak in the knees and left him breathless. But he didn't feel the all-consuming desire to worship him, to pleasure him in every way imaginable.
"Not really," Jamie replied. "I mean, he's attractive, sure. And there's something about him that's... compelling. But I don't feel the need to worship him or anything like that."
"It's possible that you're immune because you're Timmy's brother. If that's the case, then you need to make sure that no one else comes into contact with your brother in the meantime. The people I got the drug from are working on an antidote, but until then, it's crucial that Timmy doesn't ejaculate again."
"That's easier said than done," Jamie replied, his voice tinged with worry. "Timmy seems to be masturbating more and more uncontrollably. He can't seem to stop himself, no matter how hard he tries."
"Then you need to make sure that no one else comes into contact with him in the meantime," Charlie said, his tone firm. "The last thing we need is for this to spread and affect more people. We need to contain it, to stop it before it gets out of hand."
Jamie nodded, determined to do whatever it takes to keep his brother and those around him safe. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it takes to protect those he cared about.
"I understand," Jamie said, his voice resolute. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep Timmy and everyone else safe. "
“Good. I’ll call you back when I have something.” Charlie said before hanging up.
Jamie sat on his bed, his mind racing as he contemplated the situation. He couldn't believe what had happened. He knew that he had to do something, but he was torn, unsure of what the right course of action was.
Should he tell his brother what was going on? Would Timmy even listen to him, or would he think that Jamie was just trying to mess with him? And even if he did believe him, would he be able to control himself, to resist the overwhelming urge to ejaculate?