Threesome of TFs: Liam and Rex (2)

[Based on the pic you can find here.]

After an hour of gyrating on a box to blaring pop remixes, Liam was grateful that he could get a break. His underwear was stuffed with singles (and some 5s, 10s and 20s) but the constant pawing from the thirsty club patrons had gotten a little tiresome--and he’d had to pee since about fifteen minutes into his set.

Back in the gogo-dancers’ locker room, Liam wobbled on his heels and breathed deeply to distract himself from the fact that his bladder was about to pop. “How could I be sweating so hard and still have any moisture left to pee?” he thought as he watched the salty puddle collecting at his feet. He banged on the door, got an impatient and mildly bitchy response from inside, and decided to just use the club bathrooms.

Clearly desperation for relief had overridden his common sense: back out there without the protection of his dancer dais, rubbing shoulders with the clientele he had just riled up for an hour without the security team’s watchful eye protecting him, he felt terribly exposed. He swatted away a few hands from passersby as he hopped from one foot to the other. The line moved swiftly, and finally he got his turn to piss--and not a moment too soon, either. The guy behind him, a massively thick leather daddy with a thick moustache, had started sizing him up with a lecherous gaze. “Sorry, bud, I’m off the clock,” Liam protested but the huge guy, who introduced himself as Rex, wasn’t deterred at all. 

“Looks like it’s my turn.” Liam shrugged at the empty stall as he sidestepped Rex’s grabby hands.

There was no “front door” on his underwear so he had to yank them down below his groin to free his big cock. Finally getting to piss was magnificent--he had no idea his bladder could contain so much. He felt dizzy with relief, laying a hand on the bathroom stall as he let out a soft moan. Long minutes later, the stream died out. Just as he shook his dick, something hit him--a blinding flash of light that wiped out the room--and then he was falling, kicking his legs and screaming as he tumbled through the air.

He hit cold water and struggled to the surface, gasping desperately for air. Wherever he had landed was dark but there was light above him. The pool he floated in was cold but smelled rank. He gagged as he kicked his legs to stay afloat, trying not to breathe through his nose.

He was horrified as he looked at the stained white walls surrounding him, the opening above that looked out into a ceiling he recognized--although now, it seemed miles away. There was no way, it wasn’t possible, but… somehow, he was in the toilet he had just pissed into.

Once the realization hit him--he was floating in his own pee mixed with a bunch of strangers’--he couldn’t help but vomit. With each heave his head dipped underwater and he struggled to stay afloat. When he had himself collected, he felt weak, but swam for the edges anyway. The sides of the toilet were too slick to climb, plus the top of the bowl was about ten feet away anyway. He struggled to think about what that meant about him: how small had he gotten?

How the fuck was this even possible?

He shouted for help. The echo haunted him. Had he locked the door behind him?

The boom deafened him--but it had to be the door getting shouldered open. Liam shouted again, but his gut went cold when a shadow passed over the toilet.

Staring down at him, big as a building, was the hairy muscle-guy from behind him in line.

“Help me!” Liam screamed. The big bear just stroked his moustache and kept staring at him. “Please, I don’t know how this happened but I can’t get out!” Big Rex put his hands on his hips and leaned down. He chuckled, which shook Liam.

“Looks like this club has a rodent problem,” Rex said. He reached his hand up, out of Liam’s sight, but he could only assume Rex was gripping the flush handle.

“NO!” Liam screamed. He looked back fearfully at the dark hole behind him. “DON’T!” He scrambled up the walls, his wet feet slipping on the porcelain, making no progress.

Rex laughed, gripping his firm hairy gut with both hands. Then he reached down, unzipped, and whipped out his pierced penis. “Let’s see how my aim is,” Rex said in his deep gravelly voice. “I’m told I’m one hell of a shot.”

Liam swam away in a panic--where he was going, he had no idea, since he was still confined to the small space of the toilet--but Rex’s urine stream hit him. It felt like a firehouse, blasting him under the surface. Liam screamed, gulping in the acrid water as Rex’s piss stream battered him. It seemed like it would last forever, and, unable to take a breath, Liam wondered if he was going to drown it.

Then it, thankfully, stopped, and Rex shook his dick slowly and deliberately over the bowl as Liam struggled to resist the urge to sink into the water and be done with it. He was so tired, his body so beaten, and he couldn’t stop thinking of Rex as a massive monster he had to get away from.

Then Rex’s terrifying cock lowered down. Rex gripped the toilet tank as he dipped his cock right into the water. “Get on, runt,” he commanded. Liam hesitated. “NOW!” Rex roared, and Liam sprang into action, swimming toward the bestial cock that was bigger than he was. He gripped the piercing and pulled himself up, straddling the wide shaft he couldn’t get his arms around, sitting on the head.

Liam thought he might throw up as the toilet dropped away and he rose into the air. His weakened arms shook as he struggled to stay on the waggling cock. Rex chuckled above him, a horrifying noise.

“Looks like I got me a prize,” he said, shaking his hips back and forth. Liam struggled not to fall. Then Rex tucked his cock, with Liam still on it, back in his pants. Liam watched with horror as the world disappeared on the other side of a zipper. He wriggled in the humid darkness with the massive dick as his only company. Soon he would learn that wiggling against it would not help his situation any.