You feel odd wrapping another inanimate object in your condom body, like you are hugging a giant balloon. The towel wrapped around you makes it impossible to see out. But you can hear Trevor talking to himself.
"This place... we shouldnt have taken those tickets. I knew that dude was shady. You insisted it would be fun. We were ditching school anyway you said. Yeah Im talking about you mister Condom in there." Trevor finishes his sentance with an angry thump of the towel, and you feel the rubbery inflated dick inside you bend and then spring back. The motion feels good on your smooth surface. You wish he would do more than just smack you. But that might result in some unwanted side effects again. Better just sit tight and see where Trevor takes you.
"What the hell am I going to do with this?" Trevor looks at the donkey balloon floating on a string above him. "I know what happens if I hold on to you too long buddy. You dont know it though Im sure... You could have just been a regular donkey by now but you had to wake up and get all horny." Trevor releases his grip on the donkey balloon. It floats gently up to the ceiling and gives a little bop sound as it taps the tiles and comes to rest sideways. Trevor is unable to hear the boy who it once was screaming against his rubbery prison, unable to move or speak the boy is immobilized in the form of a donkey with nothing but air inside him. His fear and anger would be tangible, but he for now he is just a cute toy with an inviting string, hanging down for the next person to find. Tempting.
Trevor moves his gaze back to the doll under his arm. Its face is that of the cute blond boy, but it has no hair on its shiny smooth head and the eyes are the uniform color of the red rubber from which it is now made. The mouth is a frozen O of surprise.
"Sorry man. I didnt mean to do that to you but it not like I knew. This island is fucked up. I know why they send the bad kids here now. Agony and ecstasy. This place really gives you some fun before it takes it all away to make the pain worse... or sweeter. I guess its a point of view now. Look at me waxing philosophical with a dummy. Lets go see if we can find a way out of this mess. I of course want to get away before I start braying." Trevor says in a matter of fact tone, heading to the exit.