You sit down on a public bench in the park by the fountain, cross your legs, and rest your arm on your knee so that you can admire the dazzling sparkles on the concentrated latex gem. It is almost like the gemstone is alive the way the light seems to move within it. You feel invincible as you stare at the stone. You are one with the latex, you fancy yourself master of the all the rubber creatures.
You forget about your commitments. You forget about lunch. You forget about dinner. You only realize that the sun has set when the reflections fade from the ring. It is getting toward the end of summer, and apparently the timers haven't been adjusted for the earlier sunsets. You frown, and search for dim specks of light in the stone. You realize that you are cold and hungry, and really need to use the bathroom.
You head to the park men's room. Did a shadow move in that bush? More latex creatures, you wonder nervously. You head to the urinal in the well-lit bathroom, at least the motion sensor works. You open your fly and pull your cock out to piss. There is a noise behind you. The restroom waste bin is overturned. You see no one but the shadow of the bin seems particularly black and shiny. You glance at your ring. Is the gem what it wants? You can hold it no longer, you begin to piss....