Snake used every bit of his knowledge to make Ryan's blow job the best
he could. He licked, sucked, massaged, and caressed Ryan's manhood
with his mouth. Ryan couldn't believe how much he was pumping through
his cock into Snake's hungry mouth. He closed his eyes, and they
rolled back in his head. He felt weak. He felt his knees buckle. Then
his back doubled over, but Snake kept hoovering him. It felt so good,
but it felt so weird. Ryan gasped. He opened his eyes as he hung
there helplessly from Snake's talented lips. He stared upside down at
the crumpled empty skin of his hands and forearms lying on the dirty
bathroom floor. His eyes widened. It was just empty skin like a shed
snake skin or perhaps an empty zentai suit. He stared at his glove
like hands. There was no muscle or bone left in them. Ryan ran his
tongue through his dry lips, it was now paper-thin. Snake was sucking
everything out of him literally, and there was nothing Ryan could do
to stop it. He just hung there like a deflating sex doll as Snake
drank in his essence. His half deflated torso flattened. His head and
cock and balls were the only weight left hanging from Snake's tight
lips.
Snake opened his eyes and blinked. He stopped sucking, but his mouth
remained tightly closed around Ryan's manhood. His eyes stared
straight into the stall door. He looked down his nose at Ryan's pubes
and loose skin. He reached down and grabbed Ryan's half deflated head
by his mop of hair. The hair seemed longer and denser with the head
partially deflated. Snake grinned as he saw the confused terror in his
jock master's eyes. He resumed sucking. Ryan's eyes widened. His lips
moved with an odd unintelligible moaning raspy noise.
Ryan stared helplessly into Snake's eyes. He was the master. He was
in control. He wanted Snake to stop, but Snake wouldn't stop. Perhaps
he couldn't stop. He Ryan struggled, but his head flattened in
Snake's first grip. He felt himself, what was left of him flattening
and oozing down through his torso inexorably toward Snake's powerful
mouth. He felt himself stretching his cock as he flowed out of himself
in the darkness and into Snake. It was an impossible experience. It
was so incredibly orgasmic that as much as he was horrified, he was
also drawn toward his horrible fate. He felt himself come to rest in
Snake's swollen hefting balls. He had filled Snake with his essence.
Had it been hours or just minutes. Ryan didn't know. He felt himself
hanging as if in a hammock. He was nothing but spunk in Jason's
scrotum, and deep down he knew that was what he was meant to be. He
felt at peace. He felt secure. He felt like he was home now.
Snake stopped sucking, and started to laugh. He heard or felt or
somehow knew Ryan's thoughts, and he guffawed evilly.
He stood holding his former master's empty skin by his still hard cock
and balls. Ryan's skin was nothing but an empty balloon or inflatable
sex doll with a realistic dildo attached. Snake shoved the stall door
open and walked into the empty Men's Room. He grinned at his
reflection in the tilted mirror over the sinks. He was bigger,
muscular, more perfectly defined than ever before. He had absorbed
Ryan's jock essence. He farted loudly, and laughed heartily. He
reached down and hefted his engorged cock and balls weighing them with
his hand.
"Yeah, you're home now, Ryan Standish," Snake said with malice. Ryan
was no longer his master, "You're just spunk in my balls. Just a load
waiting to be blown. And then what? You dry up as a puddle of spent
cum. End up in a condom in a landfill. Or maybe end up digested by a
dweeb like Vinnie Cost? Haha, you're pathetic, Ryan, but you don't
care. You know you belong inside my balls. You know you've reached
your final destiny in life, and you're fucking happy - no, not just
happy, but proud to be reduced to spunk in my balls." He let go of his
nut sack and let it swing between his thighs. He laughed heartily.
Ryan hung there without sadness. He knew what Snake said was true. He
knew he should be upset. He knew he should want more. He just didn't
want more. He wanted what he had. He wanted what he'd become. He just
wanted it to last forever.