Slowly walking down the winding and poorly lit steps, my hand clutching the heavily used and tarnished bronze handrail to my left for support, I try to keep the clean cut young man ahead of me in sight. Heavily worn red carpet clings to each step, the decades of disrepair leaving the wooden boards beneath visible in footprint shaped patches to the left and right of the narrow stairwell.
The air is filled with the heady scent of perfumes and incense, an overwhelming musk of bright artificial floral blending with deeper warmer aromas in an effort to cover something up. Still, as we wander down the steps something begins to sting my nostrils and burn at the back of my eyes.
I take a stumbling step as I inhale deeply, my nose quickly filling with something viscous as my ears begin to ring.
The young redheaded man, noticing my staggering, pauses before reaching back to take my arm. His pale icy blue eyes catch the flickering light of the candles lining the walls, a smirk spreading across his lips as he too begins to wobble a bit.
"Just a bit further..." he coughs, snorting loudly as he tries to force back the building gunk in his sinuses. "... Not going to turn tail now are you?" he chuckles, his broad shoulders bending back in a stretch as his chest strains against the skin tight black shirt he had practically painted onto himself.
My head pounds as we reach the bottom, a small leading to a newly installed security door. A muffled voice murmurs from the other side, the young man guiding me pausing for a moment as his free hand pats down his jean in search of something.
"Here..." the young man coughs, snorting once again as the force required to pull back the building snot and fluids leaves him reeling for a moment. He slowly pulls out a small orange card, just the size of a business card, with slightly bent edges. "... And I brought a new guest..." he chuckles, looking back at my already quite fucked up body with a delighted glance.
A shutter opens for a moment, a gas mask flashing into view from the other side before the shutter quickly slams shut. With a loud grinding the door slowly inches open, a plume of acrid smoke seeping out of the hot-boxed room as the source slowly comes into view through the haze.
A heavily damaged Swap Clinic machine.
I had only met the strange young man a few hours ago, an afternoon out having turned into a night of heavy drinking at a small whiskey bar that had turned into a regular watering hole. The tiny bar, dead center of the business district, had become a bit of a haunt for bankers and traders which made for a good group to buddy up with over a night for some free drinks on a weeknight.
Having achieved my goal of slipping in and chatting my way into a few 'congrats on the promotion' shots, I had quietly shifted back to a booth before racing off to the bathrooms. Standing over the lone toilet as I finish up the door was flung open, the staggering figure of the young redhead man lurching in as he collapsed by the toilet and upturned his stomach.
In that moment I had been stunned, my addled mind struggling to really keep up with what was going on. The man had simply wiped his mouth, coughing a little before looking up at me.
"Sorry bud..." he had croaked, spitting out a mixture of spit and what was once whiskey. "Kid can't handle his..." he continued, pausing as his gaze paused mid-rise on my cock. "Say... you wanna drink?"
For the next hour the young man had sat in my booth, lounging out on the seat as he seemed to preen and primp his own body with great amusement. His barely six-foot tall frame was certainly athletic, his skinny jeans and tight black t-shirt showing off the lean muscles and lack of body fat beneath. Additionally, the tight dark blue denim also outlined the shape of a decently sized cock, the size being just a little above average but certainly still nothing to sneeze at.
Between rounds of drinks and the occasional flirtatious bout with passing women, the young man being all too eager for anyone from college girls his own age to the pant-suit clad fifty-something C-suite executives waddling off to the bathroom, it became all too obvious his sudden interest in me was certainly not sexual.
He had chuckled at the suggestion, ordering more rounds with an off the cuff comment that we wouldn't have been having our talk if not for my cock. Flashing a card from his pocket he had passed it over, a small printed orange piece of cardboard with a small hermit crab in the corner.
Hermit - Return Pass
August 1
He had explained in a failed attempt at hushed tones that he was part of a certain club, a group of like minded folks who wanted to enjoy more than just what their life could offer. Each week they get together, using the pass to get in, before undergoing a little 'switcher-roo'. They would then live out their new life, enjoying all it could give them before coming back to either lease as their own self or taking another round.
"I haven't been been myself for months" the redheaded man had chuckled, running a hand over his bristly jaw-line. "Looking pretty good for forty-five, no?"
Struggling with the constant flow of liquor I had merely nodded along, the young man soon ushering me out as his phone buzzed with a reminder. As I had been pulled along by the young man, the redheaded jock pulling me through side street after alley as we zigged and zagged through the city, I had muttered about the date on the card.
"Oh it's just when its valid" the man had chuckled, pausing before taking a turn in order to wait for a group of giggling concert goers to pass by before ducking into a darkened alley. "It helps to keep us private, otherwise people could use old cards to sneak in."
I had begun to ask about what happens if someone doesn't show up, my guide being a great example of someone who could have simply gotten too distracted to return at the right time. However, my question seemed to fall on deaf ears as I was quickly dragged down a set of stairs leading into candle lit darkness below.
The room appeared to be an old basement that had once been a music venue, the torn posters still clinging to the concrete walls while the remains of a stage sit in the far right corner. The towering Swap Clinic decive sits atop the stage, a plume of sickly green smoke streaming out from the back as is slowly blankets the room with a sour acrid scent. Surrounding the device sit pots and cups filled with candles and incense, the more pleasant aromas likely being used to cover the smell as best they could.
To the left of the room sits an old bar, the dusty counter top being filled with empty red cups while others filled with some sort of sloshing liquid rest high up and above the the back bar.
A horde of people shuffle around the room, their vision glazed over and vacant as they constantly bump into each other in an effort to traverse the limited floor space. Men and woman of all shapes and sizes stumble about, the gas mask wearing men and women trying their best to keep the larger ones from merely trampling those of less capable sizes. Some of the group huddle around the bar top, their empty eyes locked to the sloshing cups as their arms reach out like a zombie-horde looking for a meal.
For the scant few people who still seemed to be awake and aware, the masked figures race around and hand out empty cups as their guests soon begin to cough and sneeze under the constant assault of the defunct Swap Clinic device.
The redhead and myself soon join this group as a slender masked woman races up to hand us each a large cup. For a moment I just stare dumbfounded, my gaze locked to the dark-skinned woman's tits as she bounces around the room wearing nothing but a pale orange bikini and the full gas mask.
"Volunteers..." the young man coughs, spitting into the cup as he too begins to sway a little. "... Get to keep that body for an extra week, so some like to flaunt..."
Before he can finish his sentence I feel my lungs fill with the thick and viscous ooze filling my nostrils and flooding my sinuses. My eyes go wide as I begin to hack and cough, the tart air around me failing to take root in my lungs as my head begins to swim and my vision narrows. I feel the man grab my cup, holding it to my mouth as his hand slams down over and over again into my back.
"Newbies always do this" he chuckles, winding up as he prepares on last hard whack. "Just let it all..." he coos, the impact of his hand suddenly causing me to lose consciousness.
As I come to I find myself struggling to move, the difference between my arms and legs and eyes and ass being entirely lost to me. My vision is flooded with the sight of red plastic, the odd degrees of sight leading me to not only see beneath me but also the concrete ceiling above.
I try to move as best I can, my mind racing in a sudden burst of clarity as my whole circular vision lurches along with each and every movement. All sense of mind addling liquor is gone, replaced with a numbness to the sense of touch and sound that leave me in a panic. Still, even as my mind races my body simply doesn't respond in the usual ways, with no heart to pound or breath to catch I'm merely left sloshing about as I try to escape my plastic prison.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle files the air and the world begins to move around me. Something picks up the walls I am entrapped in, the roof suddenly growing further and further away as I'm placed elsewhere. A looming figure hangs over the wide porthole above me for a moment, the figure simply giving me a quick check before moving to grab another cup.
Frantically wiggling I try to slosh myself up and out of the sides of the cup, the fight or flight response wracking my mind cover coming any rational thought of what I would do next.
However, before I can make any sort of progress I feel my world quickly lurch once more. Lacking any of the care or practice of the masked figure, I am suddenly heaved up as a warm breath rips down and into the cup. My view is quickly filled with a horrifying view, a wide and gaping maw that parts as it hungrily awaits for me to fall inside.
I scramble as best I can to hold on, my whole oozing body straining to cling to the smooth plastic.However, with only a slight shake I find myself hurtling down before my vision is swamped by darkness of the massive lips seal around me.
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