John in the ... John

You open the bathroom door to see one of the museum volunteers, John, completely naked with a flurry of black blurs flying around him. You close the door again and take a deep breath.

"What the hell?" You ask yourself as you build up courage to go in again.

You open the door again and take a closer look. The black blurs looked like long silky gloves. They aren't his clothes -- his, including the bright volunteer t-shirt, lay on the dirty bathroom floor in a pile. One of the gloves is restraining each of his limbs, a few were stroking around his body, pushing it back against the cold tile wall, a couple were flying around, seemingly enjoying themselves, and two of them were-- You blush as you watch them elegantly, slowly, working his hard cock as if on stage.

You tear your eyes away and look at his face. Shame, panic and pleasure all at once, but mostly shame.

"The big --- vase," he struggles to say.

Noticing the diversion of his attention, two of the gloves turn to face you and start flying at you.