You awaken from a deep sleep. You find yourself immobilized in your bed, nothing is tying you down but you cannot move. Your arms are tight to your sides, your legs together. You are naked, but you didn't get into bed that way. Your sheets, blanket, and pillow are on the floor. You cannot will your limbs to move. Standing above you on your bed, this menacing black figure strokes its black rubber phallus. It has neither eyes nor mouth, but somehow communicates to you its intentions, seemingly planting direct messages in your mind. It "tells" you that it will momentarily assault you with its hard phallus, and that doing so will initiate your transformation into one like it, and that nothing can stop this from happening. It tells you that it is your destiny to become a rubber drone such as itself, that you have been selected, that your fate is just that, inescapable and irreversible, once its viscous black fluid is injected into your body. It tells you that the experience will be one of initially intense pleasure, almost unbearably so, but followed by a period of harrowing pain, culminating in total silence, silence and obedience. It lifts your legs and positions its phallus at your hole and pushes. Your body is limp, you cannot resist. So you do the only thing you can -- you quickly say goodbye to yourself. As you feel yourself disappearing, the most extraordinary sensations ripple through your body, you become instantly erect, every muscle taut. You crane your neck a little and glance down your torso. Your cock is now a gleaming black abstraction of a human penis, just like your attacker's. The blackness spreads from its base to your upper legs and abdomen, advancing relentlessly up to your chest. Your invader thrusts, filling you with some paradoxical combination of pure non-existence and new radiant life. You feel your orgasm approaching like a cosmic singularity. Black goo erupts from your cock, splats onto your chest, and immediately, as if with intention, spreads down your chest to merge with the blackness advancing upward from your crotch. Your head falls back and your mouth becomes a teeth-baring rictus of agony just as the first paroxysm of pain pulses through your convulsing body. Goodbye.
Two days later your landlord lets your brother into your apartment. They find no one there, your cell phone and wallet on the bedside table, and a disheveled empty bed with a strange black stain on the sheet. The window to the fire escape is open. Your brother turns from the window back to the black stain on the bed. He touches it and feels its sticky slickness. This was a mistake.
