The bar is dark as Tom drives up. He runs to the door, but finds it chained shut. "Closed for Repairs" reads
the note posted on the door. Tom can't wait. He goes behind the bar to jack off. In the dark space behind
the bar, he unzips and grins as his condom glows with an unearthly neon green. He jacks off, and when he
explodes it's the best orgasm ever. He glances down at his glowstick and discovers his condom has turned pitch
black.
"Chris!" he shouts suddenly remembering his friend's state. He tries to pull the condom off, but it won't come
off. He steps around the corner of the dark bar and into the light of the street lamp. Tom takes his pants off
as he discovers he is now clad in black rubber at least from the waist down. He rips off his shirt to see the
black rubber advancing to cover his chest and shoulders and flow down his arms. He tries to wipe it off or stop
it, but it is unstoppable.
"Chris? Stop!"
Bright headlights blind him. Tom stands there now clothed from head to toe in black rubber. His eyes are
covered as the vehicle screeches to a stop. He hears a vehicle door open, and then a hand touches him.