I chuckle to myself. I really drank many cocktails to loosen my limbs and mind to be able to dance with my boyfriend and the other guys. Now I really have to empty my almost exploding bladder. I passionately kiss my boyfriend, wink at him and leave the dance floor.
In the bathroom, there strangely is not a single toilet. Instead, in the stall there is kneeling some rubber gimp with a urinal mask.
A smirk wanders into my face. „Well, well, what do we have here,“ I say, lurching towards the gimp. I open up the zipper of my pants and say with a cocky voice: „Looks like someone is about to get a little treat from me! My boyfriend won‘t let me dominate him, so you will get to enjoy that pleasure!“
I‘ve absolutely never been a sadistic guy, actually, I was really nice to everyone. Also, I‘m the more submissive one in the couple. But I‘m really drunk and seeing that gimp on the floor instantly gives me a feeling of dominance and masculinity. I suddenly feel a strong urge to show that gimp its place by completely filling it up.
But when I whip out my pride, it instantly gets rock hard. „Damn, it will be hard to piss like that,“ I say, „let alone hit the target.“
I take another step closer to the gimp. „Man, I‘m horny…“
I press and knead my shaft and fight to get the piss out. „Hah, sweet release!“, I sigh as it slowly flows down into the mask of the gimp. Smiling I let all the golden juice satisfy the moaning and gulping gimps thirst. And when I finished, listening to this low creatures moans has filled me with so much lust that I continue to knead my balls and stroke my shaft. And the gimp is doing the same with his! Something happened when that gimp drank my piss.
“Oh, yes, now you‘ll get your real treat!“, I moan in ecstasy and go on and on, until … „I … will … fill you … with … my essence!“ And I manage to ram my junk right into the reservoir of the mask, my balls sitting perfectly into the bowl and my shaft into the gimps mouth as I start screaming.
I feel hot loads of fluid shooting through my junk, into the gimps mouth, again and again, thrust by thrust, way more than I ever had shot out, it had to be litres, no dozens of them. I close my eyes and enjoy filling up that gimp with … with … I get so sleepy … my senses disappear … I fill that … gimp … with … me …
As the ecstasy and the hot satisfaction in my junk disappears, I feel something in my mouth. It‘s completely filled with a hot, slimy substance, and there‘s some fleshy thing in it! And I just have to suck it! I open my eyes, but I see nothing but blackness. What did just happen?
The shaft is pulled out of my mouth and I can swallow the substance in my mouth. I hear a zipper being pulled up. Someone pats my rubbered head and calls me a good, obedient gimp. A rush of joy fills me. A stall door is being opened and then closed. I guess he is gone. I rearrange my body into a more submissive pose to make a more fitting appearance for what I am. By completely filling me up, this guy has definitely shown me my place: Down on the floor, clothed in rubber, robbed of my identity, turned into an object by a urinal mask. A urinal mask that is more my face than my actual face is. A urinal mask my owner gave me to do my job in his club and serve his customers.
The skintight rubber I wear squeaks as it moves over my skin. The urinal mask is so tight around my head. I‘m so horny. I‘m proud for having satisfied that customer as I ought to do. I continue rubbing my throbbing junk. Maybe I can finish until the next customer arrives. Though I‘d really love to have that dominant guy from before with me, he sounded so hot and I‘d love to be dominated by him more! But he‘s probably with his boyfriend again, they will party a bit more and then leave forever, like so many other guys I pleasured in this stall room. I will stay alone here and pleasure myself like the little piece of shit that I am - oh, the bathroom door is opening! Hope master is proud of me when he hears how many customers I pleasured today!
Oh, wow! I love his look! And by ‚look‘ I mean both his appearance (including his masculine face, his gorgeous muscles and that great suit) and his facial expression, that laugh that just says: „Hey, I‘m sexy and I know it!“
That‘s a guy I‘d love to swap bodies or merge with
“Oh fuck… it’s happening … the rubber’s sealing me in!” Brady gasped as the shiny black liquid oozed up his naked body.
“So fuckin’ hot,” murmured David. We were naked too, jerking off and watching Brady’s transformation. It had started with a black pool of liquid latex at his feet that slowly climbed his legs, encasing his calves and then his thighs, around his ass and pressing his dick flat against his body. It surged up his torso to his shoulders, then down his arms to his hands.
“How’s it feel?” David said.
“So tight,” Brady gasped, rubbing his arms against his sides. They produced a slick squeak of rubber against rubber, and he gasped in pleasure. “Oh man … it’s still going!”
The black rubber was creeping up his neck now, and his face took on a dull expression. “I think … I’m kinda forgetting stuff,” he slurred, his voice getting slow.
“Yeah,” I grinned. “You’re turning into a drone. Not long now.”
“Wait … drone?” Brady said. “That wasn’t part of the … that wasn’t … what are you doing to meeee…”
His voice trailed off as his expression went blank. The ooze was taking over his mind now, slowly rising up to his jaw.
“He won’t respond,” I said. “His name’s not Brady anymore. It’s just Drone. Same as all the others. Same as you.”
“Same as … oh fuck!” David didn’t even notice that the puddle under his feet was halfway up his legs.
I just laughed. “Soon I’ll have a matching pair,” I said, turning back to watch Brady’s face disappear under the rubber coating. He was gone now – no longer a man. Just a shiny object, identical to all of my other toys.
Thanks to @rubbershadow for supplying the hot pics for this story!
