It's their turn

Mike kept milling around the room trying to think of a way out. Steve just kept looking out the peep hole.

“We have to get out of here man!” Mike said.

The sound of furniture being pulled down and tossed aside grabbed his attention like a shotgun blast.

“Steve what the fuck!”

Mike went to stop his roommate but found he was in a slack jawed stupor just acting.

“Wake up man!”

As Mike grabbed Steve, he was tossed aside and banged his head on floor.

Mike’s vision blurred and blacked out for a second. He tried to get up but was woozy. He was helpless watching as his roommate pulled the barricade down and then waited as the door opened.

“What? No, NO!” Steve shouted as the black figures rushed into the room.

One of the girls held a stick to his face and he calmed back down into a trance. Two of the figures stood over Mike. Another lady came in, clearly the taller of the amazon hockey goons stepped in front of Mike. She pointed a wand in his face and then there was flash of light.

*

Mike came too with a start and paniced once he was awake. The two Amazonian Hockey players were holding him. He struggled, but the girls held him still and he couldn’t break their grasp. In front of him a smell of sulfer got his attention. The victim in the cocoon was about to reemerge. Mike looked around, he didn’t see Steve… There was Harry from the football team, or at least that was Mike’s guess from the muscles, and the wrestler. Mike looked at the cocoon as it broke apart and the pink flakes didn’t just fall, but were pulled back into the cauldron. This was something that he hadn’t seen from the angle of his door’s peep hole. As the shell disappeared, Mike saw that a male gimp appeared. And that must have meant… STEVE!

A noise from the witch caused the gimpified Steve to rise and move over. He proceeded to pull the mask off revealing his black rubber covered face with a small mouth hole. Steve was reaching behind himself and messing with some sort of zipper that ran the split between his ass cheeks. Harry wasted no time in popping the cock cover off and shoving his dick down Steve’s mouth and the wrestler did likewise with Steve’s ass.

A noise came from the witch, Mike couldn’t understand the muffled sound but after a second the angelic voice appeared in his head.

“Don’t resist Mike,” the voice told him, “This is how the rubber gods intended us to be. Time to cast off your old heresy. Accept this correction.”

AS the hockey amazons pushed Mike into the chair bands appeared from nowhere grabbing his body and securing it to the chair. Mike tried in vain, but he was held down and bound in place. The witch started chanting and the pink fog rose up and enveloped Mike.