RJ pushed open the door too hard, so it slammed into the back wall, and then stepped into the restroom. A cocky fucker, always ready for action, whether the bitch wanted it or not. One bitch he’d been accosting that night, it turned out, had had enough of him and decided to be dealt with, like all the rest. He rounded the corner, and looked around, confused, the door swinging shut behind with a bang. This bar was one of his regular hangouts, but this wasn’t the restroom. He’d been expecting a small room, barely enough space for the sink, crapper and urinal and the walls between them, but this space was at least three times the size, with no sinks at all–one side of the long room lined with urinals, the other with toilets, and not a partition in sight. The lights were dim and seemed to cut out halfway down the room, leaving much of it shrouded in darkness.
Had the owner planned a fucking remodel or something? He turned around and grabbed for the door handle, but found himself swinging at air. There was no door behind him at all, just more wall, not even a seam to show that a door had been there at all. “What the hell?” he said, “Hey! What the fuck is this, let me out!” he screamed, his voice echoing in the tight room.
“No one can hear you,” a voice said behind him, “or maybe they can, but they don’t care.”
He spun back around, and saw a figure moving in the corner of the room. The man had been crouched down between two urinals, on the edge of the darkness. He stood up now, and he was wearing what looked like a gym outfit–a loose tank, mesh shorts, trainers–but everything he had on was filthy, the tank stained with all sorts of filth, the shorts stiff. The room smelled stale and musky, and RJ was certain that a good amount of it was him.
“I was getting worried, I’ve never been alone in here before, but–”
As the man spoke, a row of lights cut out, shrouding the stranger in total darkness, and he stopped talking entirely. RJ waited a moment or two to see if he’d continue talking, and then stepped forward into the bathroom slowly.
“Yo, you there?” he said, “Man?”
He approached the place on the edge of the darkness where the man had been, and suddenly the lights flicked back on–more of them, in fact, illuminating more of the bathroom than before–but the man had disappeared. Cautious, RJ kept going into the room, trying to remain in the middle between the row of urinals and toilets as best he could, and the lights kept flickering on as he walked. There was no way the bathroom could be this big–it made no physical sense. After about twenty feet of walking forward, he finally stopped and went to go back, only to discover that the lights had turned off, trapping him somewhere in the middle of the room, darkness on both sides.
He hurried over, planning to just run through the dark and back to the wall where he’d started…but something made him pull up short before crossing the penumbra of the shadow. This wasn’t darkness. This close, he realized it was almost solid, and something in his gut, something deep inside him, told him that he shouldn’t go in, that he needed to stay in the light, that he was somehow safe in the light, although he didn’t know what that might mean, safe. Where had that man gone? He shouted out again, but his voice seemed to disappear into the void. He was about to step back from the darkness, when one row of lights flicked on again, right in front of him, and the man appeared inches from his face, facing the other direction, blinking quickly–like he’d emerged from hours in the dark, rather than a minute.
He was…different too. He looked to be even grungier than before, and that ripe musky smell from before had only grown stronger, and…and something else, something else about it too, it was making him hard, it was making him…want to fuck, and he let out a moan, unable to help himself.
“Oh god,” the stranger said, “Oh please, not again, oh fuck…” he didn’t have a chance to get a good look at himself before RJ pushed him up against the wall between two urinals and started licking his sweaty, greasy neck, grinding his cock against him, the musk shutting off his mind little by little, making him unable to think about anything beyond fucking this man, this stranger. RJ tried to get a grip on himself, tried to stop himself. The man was pushing at him, but he only grew rougher, yanking down the man’s pants and slamming his cock deep in the man’s filthy ass. The idea of fucking another man had always turned RJ’s guts, but suddenly the desire to fuck this hole had consumed all of his thoughts.
“You have to stop, please, you have to try and keep control of yourself!” the man screamed, “This is what it wants, what it wants, but you have to, please…”
But RJ couldn’t stop, and he didn’t stop, for what felt like several hours. He raped the nasty stranger, licking up his sweat and grease as he did, swallowing it all down, as much of it as he could, and he would have kept going too, if the lights hadn’t suddenly switched off above them both, and something like hands had dragged him away from the stranger, and into the bathroom’s dark void.
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