Colin stumbled into the hall as the bathroom door slammed behind him. Unlike the previous guys who had been kicked out, he wasn't mad. His main concern is that he was no longer holding the glorious Trojan Speedo - it must have been dropped in the bathroom as the other guys forced him out. His still-dazed mind yearned to hold the amazing material in his hand again and to accept more and more of its corruption.
Even if Colin could escape now, he would remain extremely bicurious with an intense Speedo fetish. But Colin would not be running away tonight.
Just down the hall, Max and his lover were interrupted from their makeout session by the slamming door. They quickly rose and started to move to make sure their new victim couldn't escape. But their primitive Speedo Fag minds quickly realized that wasn't going to happen. They could smell Colin's pent-up sexual frustration. This one would be a willing convert to the Brotherhood.
"Pl...please. Make me like you."
With a confident smirk, Max walked over. Colin marveled at how Max's new, perfect body moved until he was standing, imposingly, right in front of him. Max dipped two fingers into the front of his tight red briefs and they emerged with a coating of his cum - the product of his previous fun with his hot Speedo-clad lover. He raised the fingers to Colin's mouth.
Looking into Max's hypnotic blue eyes, Colin knew that this would seal his fate. The musk of the cum was so enticing. His cock twitched as he opened his mouth and Max inserted the fingers. Colin gently sucked, savoring the cum that tasted even better than it smelled. He gasped, eyes rolling back in his head as he could feel the Speedo Fag infection begin to course through his entire body. There was no turning back now - and that only made his cock harder.
Max stepped back so he could watch the transformation along with his lover, happy that there would soon be a new member of the Brotherhood.