Glory of the Lizards
#11 of Adult Story One Shots
A collaboration between me and my friend rubber-vecks over on FA:
A rumor has been going around the local gay bars of a group of men called the lizards, little did they know that the lizards might be a bit more malicious than a regular gang...
I hope you all enjoy, I would love to hear what you all think! =D
As the last drops of black liquid splattered onto the floor, the writhing mass pulsated a final time before bowing down the shadowy figure watching it all. He watched expectantly and a smile spread across his face when he sees his creation reform and kneel.
"Master.", it said slowly, it's voice devoid of emotion.
The man's smile widened even more as he inspected his creation from above, noting how the pale light reflected off his creation's shiny new body. He couldn't help but rub his hand over the blatant bulge in his pants, clearly enjoying the progress of his experiment. He leans in close and stares directly in the creatures' blank gasmask covered face, unable to see anything past the dark lenses that were now the creatures' eyes.
"Good, very good. I'm happy to see that my experiment works completely as planned. It would seem that the subject is completely under subservient and under my control. Now, my new pet, listen and listen well. This is your primary objective: Spread your new form to all the males you can find, none are exempt and all must be changed."
The man turned away from his creation and walked towards a computer screen, silently the creature behind him rose to its' feet. Its' black rubbery cock leaking a steady stream of liquid onto the floor. Its emotionless gasmask face gleaming in the light. Oblivious to the creatures slow approach. the man continued to speak.
"I suggest that you start small as to avoid detection. I recommend hitting up some of the local bars, plenty of young men ripe for the picking. Also keep in mind that if you require assistance, your mask is engineered to release a tranquilizing agent to make them more docile and easy to infect. No one is exempt...No one."
The man turned back to his creation and had just enough time to see that it was no more than a couple of inches away from him before he was blasted by a sweet smelling gas out of the creature's mask. The man tried to order his creation but already his words were becoming slurred and his mind foggy. The creature extended its' rubbery hand toward the man and rested it on his shoulder, immediately spreading dark liquid from the point of contact.
Mindlessly it reported, "The first of many males has been acquired Master. No one is exempt."
The man felt a bit of pride at his creations success, but soon that too was overshadowed as his mind begin to give into the urges and thoughts fed to him by the liquid slowly invading and transforming him.
Nathan could only sigh as his friends dragged him into their favorite gay bar. He was by no means gay but his friends here and they had practically begged him to be their designated driver. That way he could have the "privilege" of watching his friends get drunk and have a good time while he got to sit at the bar, reading a book he'd already read multiple times.
He heard his name get yelled from across the bar and turned to see who said it. It was his rather exceedingly drunk friend Shaun, whom had just finished grinding up against a rather tall and handsome guy. Nate noticed that the man seemed upset at Shaun's sudden lack of interest but migrated toward another of the bars patrons an instant later.
"What's up Shaun?" Nate asked with a rather annoyed tone.
"Come on...dance with us! I bet we can find you a great guy..." Shaun tugged weakly on Nate's arm in a vain attempt to pull him and gestured a particularly gorgeous man in the crowd, "You see that guy there, he's totally been checking you out all night! Don't you wanna have some fun?"
Nate didn't even budge a little in his seat and responded with a sigh,"Shaun...I'm not gay, my idea of a good time doesn't include another guy. I am only here so that you and Paul can get drunk off your asses and have someone here to stop you from doing something too irresponsible.", Nate stopped for a moment, remembering his other friend and did a quick look around the room, "Speaking of Paul. Where is he?"
His question was answered within seconds as Paul came busting out of one of the back rooms, his underwear in hand and a dopey, drunken smile on his face. Nathan was about to call to him but decided against it when he saw a larger hunk of a man walk out behind him zipping up his pants. From across the bar Nate couldn't make out what they were saying to each other but it was an apparent compliment by how Paul seemed to glow with drunk happiness after they parted ways.
Paul sauntered over the counter, still smiling dopily, "So what are you two sexy guys doing over here," he paused for a second and gestured to the dance floor, "When you should be over there."
Nathan cursed under his breath and rested his face in his hands. He knew the signs that this was going to be a very long night. When Shaun and Paul became this drunk, they never wanted to leave until the bars had to throw them out. Cursing again he motioned to the bar tender for a drink, "May as well have a drink since I'm going to be here for a while longer."
Nathan turned to his friends only to find that they had abandoned him, returning to the dance floor, happily shaking their asses for anyone who would look. With a miserable sigh he turned back to the counter and picked up his book, hoping the hours would magically pass by until they were ready to leave.
Nate's mind was about to be absorbed back into his reading when the handsome hunk that, according to Shaun, had been eyeing him all night slid up a chair next to him and sat down.
"Hey good looking." Nate closed his eyes and sighed before putting his book down and turning toward the man. He could see in the man's eyes that he clearly wanted Nate, "What brings you to a place like this?"
Nate gestured over to Shaun and Paul, who were practically stripping on the dance floor, "The wonder twins over there, and before you get any ideas, I'm not gay and definitely not interested." Before the man could protest, Nate turned and stuck his nose back into his book, clearly done talking.
"That's too bad, such a waste that you're not gay." Nathan could only sigh and roll his eyes, this story has happened time and time again. Every time he took Shaun and Paul to the bar, they would have a great time and he would get stuck with being an ass to the poor soul who set their sights on him. "Not to worry though, the Lizards will fix that for you."
It took Nathan a few moments to register what the man has said and by the time it hit him, the man worked his way over to Shaun, humping and grinding on his friend. Nathan could only raise a brow at the man's comment, "The Lizards?" he whispered to himself.
The barkeep, who had watched the whole conversation, walked up to Nate, "Did he mention something about the Lizards to you?" Nathan nodded and noticed a small look of concern cross the barkeeps face. "All I know is that they better keep that crap out of my bar."
Nate looked at the barkeep inquisitively, his curiosity clearly piqued, "What do you mean? What are the Lizards?"
The barkeep leaned the counter and sighed, "Oh it's just a rumor that's been floating around the past couple days. Something about there being a group of guys that go around to various bars and do something to the patrons there. Apparently, according to the rumors, any straight guy caught by them turns as gay as everyone else in the bar and even the gay ones end up different."
Nathan was curious but the whole premise and overwhelming lack of detail made the tale seem a bit too farfetched for him, "Being a bit vague there, aren't you?"
The barkeep only shrugged, "There really hasn't been too much information floating around about it. All I know is from a call to the police from one of the clubs a few nights back, the only things they could really make out was the word 'Lizards'.", The barkeep stood up and smirked, "Personally, I think it's all bullshit, but rumors grow deeper than knowledge." The man shrugged again and walked off to help another customer.
Nathan chuckled to himself, "The Lizards...sounds more like a band name than anything..."
Nathan shot a quick glance out to the dance floor, making sure his friends weren't doing anything too stupid. He saw Shaun and the man from before wrapped around each other and heading towards on the rooms that lined the dance floor. Nate only sighed, "Great...Now I get to hear him complain about having a sore ass all day tomorrow." Something, however, nagged the back of Nate's mind, but he
He looked like a pretty normal guy, a bit drunk, but that wasn't really out of the ordinary given the location. Nate did note that for a split second the man looked extremely confused and alarmed before that look faded and he returned to staring at every man's butt that they passed. Nate sighed again, unsure of why the man made him feel alarmed. With a shrug he took a sip of water from his glass and stuck his nose back in his book.
A few minutes passed before Nate was rudely interrupted by the man, who slammed himself down onto the chair next to Nate. Nate was about to protest but as he turned he noticed something that caused him alarm, the man's irises were pitch black, something about it send chills down his spine. Nate knew for sure that this man was trouble.
The man looked at Nate, almost as a hunter eyes its' prey then licked his lips and said, "You're pretty cute, wanna go have sex?"
Nate was taken aback by the man's forwardness, almost thinking he had to have heard him wrong, he raised his hands in protest, "No thanks, I'm not gay."
Before the man could say a single word Paul pushed his way in the middle, his back toward Nate and his front toward the man, flashing that award winning smile that everyone loved.
"I, on the other hand, am completely one-hundred percent gay, so have your way with me." Nate wanted to say something, to protest, but it was either Paul or him and self preservation won. The man, judging from the hungry look in his eyes and the obscene bulge in his pants, was clearly willing to take Paul instead. Nate watched, semi-disgusted, as the man licked his lips again something caught Nate's eye...for a split second, he could have sworn that he'd seen a forked tongue rather than the normal human one.
The man, his mind made up grabbed Paul's arm and led him away, "Come on."
Nate shook his head and splashed a bit of his water on his face, "Surely I couldn't be hallucinating after just one drink?", he asked himself.
Something in the back of his mind was telling him that he needed to grab his friends and leave, that something wasn't right. Something about the Lizards kept popping into his mind. Would something like that even exist? Would they bother to attack this bar? Nate just shrugged it off, it just simply wasn't possible, there was no way that it could be.
Paul giggled in excitement, he was ready for another round of sex and he was about to get it. His underwear were already off from his previous round and he eyed his new catch with an expert eye, "So what's your name stud?" he asked the man, whom remained silent and actually seemed to stumble a bit, appearing to almost pass out. Paul moved in closer to the man and held onto his arm, "Hey now, no passing out on me!"
The man turned to him, his eyes completely black, "I don't have a name, or at least any name that matters." The man's voice was unemotional and monotone and as he finished his sentence, a small trail of black liquid tricked out of the corner of his mouth.
Even though Paul was drunk, he could tell there was something wrong with the man. He noticed the liquid and backed away, "Is...is that blood?". His drunken stupor quickly fading as fear took hold. The man started to say something but was cut short by a sudden lurch as black liquid poured out of his mouth. Paul screamed and jumped back, but something about the liquid struck him as strange. It left the man's mouth but seemed to stop shortly after, almost like it was hitting an invisible cup over the man's face, filling it up.
The black liquid continued to fill up the circular area around the man's face, taking on an appearance not unlike a gasmask with some definite reptilian features. Paul shivered as he say the man's horrified eyes become covered by black lenses and the liquid finished with his face and began to creep down his body.
Paul was absolutely mortified, he wanted to run out of the room but the transforming man was blocking his escape and there was no way that he was going to let a single drop of that liquid get on him. All he could do was yell, but between the music of the dance floor and the fact that anyone who heard his pleas just assumed it was some form of role-play, they went unanswered.
The liquid was now flowing down the man's neck and chest, covering every inch of skin and bulging up the muscles that it passed over, changing him from scrawny to buff in seconds. As the liquid finished covering the man from head to toe, it tightened on his form, taking on the appearance of shining black latex. A groan of pleasure escaped the creatures mouth as its' spine elongated to accommodate for the new latex tail growing from its rear. It glanced down and for the first time Paul noticed the massive solid black latex cock it was sporting.
Paul's heart was racing, pounding in his chest as he stared, petrified by fear, at the massive cock leaking the same black ooze that just overtook the man. "Pl..please..please leave me alone.
The lizardman merely smiled, flexing its' new latex muscles, admiring its' new form. Suddenly the creature's head snapped back to looking directly at Paul. With inhuman speed and strength, it easily picked up Paul and forced him down onto the bed, ass in the air. The creature readied its' large black pre-leaking cock and quickly slammed it into Paul's ass. Paul couldn't help but scream in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. No matter how horrible the situation was, he could not deny that having his ass filled by the massive rubber lizard cock felt amazing. The lizardman made no sound but it was clear that it was enjoying itself as well.
As the pair edged closer and closer to orgasm, Paul started hearing a whimpering noise coming from the creature, slowly growing in volume as it pumped harder and harder into his ass until it was right there. "Nooooooo!!" The lizard screamed as he came violently into Paul, who was screaming in ecstasy as he starting shooting his load as well. Paul could tell something was wrong but those worries and all others slowly drifted away as new thoughts forced their way into his mind, thoughts of the lizards, thoughts of his master.
The lizard pulled its' cock out of Paul, who's eyes had glazed over. His mind and body now firmly within the grip of the creature's corruptive cum, slowly transforming him from the inside out.
Nathan couldn't hear the screams from the back rooms, nor could anyone else over the music. He could, however, hear the screams that started coming from the entrance of the bar. He pulled himself away from his book and looked over and his eyes widened in terror at what he saw: A group of large, seemingly naked men all covered from head to toe in shining rubber lizard suits grabbing at anyone and everyone they could get their hands on. Nathan watched in horror as one of the dancers was forced to the ground and forcibly penetrated by the large lizardman.
"Oh Shit!" exclaimed Nate, who with a burst of motion, leapt over the counter to hide before the creatures managed to make it further inside the bar. He came down hard on his knee and stifled a yell. Glancing around he spotted the bartender cowered underneath the counter with him. He pressed his finger to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet and Nathan nodded in response.
Nathan slowly peeked his head over the counter to get a glimpse of what was happening. There seemed to be more of the lizard creatures than before, all of them looked identical and then he noticed that some of the people that were attacked by the lizards were changing. Black liquid flowing from their mouths, covering them and changing them into the exact same creature that had attacked them. Movement caught his eye as he looked over to the rooms where Shaun and Paul had taken residence.
His heart dropped when he saw a pair of shiny black lizards exit each of the rooms, knowing full well that inside two of those creatures were Shaun and Paul. He couldn't be sure which ones were his friends, they all looked the same. They were all big buff lizard men, coated entirely in solid black rubber and their faces masked by a reptile shaped gasmask and their rather obscene rubber cocks constantly leaking black ooze. They all looked the same and from the looks of the situation, they all had the same thing on their mind...sex.
Nathan glanced over the barkeep, fear visible on the man's face. "If we stay here we're going to get caught, we have to go NOW." The barkeep gulped and nodded and Nathan nodded back, "On three...one...two...THREE!"
They both jumped to their feet and launched themself over the counter and began running as fast as they could for the door, they made it about half way before the lizards really took notice of them. With inhuman speed they rushed towards the two men. The barkeep, who unfortunately, was a slight bit slower than Nate, was caught within seconds. The lizard gripped the man's arm and pulled him into a pile of lizards, completely burying him underneath their shining rubber bodies.
Nate cursed but couldn't look back, he was so close, another few seconds and he would be out the door. That was when he felt a warm rubber claw grip his hand and pull him back.
Nate panted, trying to catch his breath, somehow he had managed to pry the lizards hand off him and escape...
"Good thing those things were slippery," He said to himself, recalling with extremely vague details the events that led to his escape.
Looking up in the sky, Nate breathed in the cool night air and rather than heading straight for his car, he decided to walk down the sidewalk and think about all that had happened. He had a moment of remorse for Shaun and Paul but somehow couldn't muster any more of an emotional response and shrugged, "They probably liked that kind of thing anyway."
Nathan's eye caught the line outside of a bar and suddenly realized that he could really use a drink. Without a second thought, he walked up and got in line. "At least I managed to stay straight." he chuckled to himself. From what he heard of the lizards, that was a rare occurrence.
Nate waited patiently for the line to dwindle down, watching man and man enter the bar until finally he flashed his ID to the bouncer and was allowed entrance. He walked happily into the bar, not even noticing the surprising lack of women in the bar or that every man that passed by him caught his eye.
He bounced up to the bar and flopped down next to a rather attractive young stud. The man glanced at Nate and sighed, clearly uninterested. "Hey cutie." Nate heard the words leave his mouth and never thought twice about it, he was straight after all. The man rolled his eyes and looked at Nate, "Sorry bud, I'm straight." He then went back to playing with his phone. Nate felt a surge of annoyance at the man, didn't he realize that Nate was just admiring his body.
Suddenly, against Nate's control, he whipped a hand out and gripped the man's arm, "Come on!" The man began to voice his concern but didn't want to be rude or cause a scene so went with him. If nothing else, he would fight back if he had too. Without much effort, Nate pulled the man into one of the club's private rooms. Once inside Nathan locked the door behind them and pushed the man to one side.
In Nathan's mind he couldn't quite figure out why he was acting this way, something just him that this was the right thing to do. He was straight...wasn't he? He looked down and noticed that his cock was rock hard in his pants. After a second of thought, he looked back at the man, who has an angry expression on his face and had clearly had enough.
"Let me out of here right now!" the man yelled but before Nathan could respond he felt something rushing up his throat.
"E....eurgh!", Nathan lurched forward, a torrent of black liquid billowed out of his mouth and similar to the man that had taken Paul, the liquid seemed to catch itself and splash back onto his face, forming a circular shape. Nathan watched in horror as the liquid clung to his face, he could feel it shifting underneath the black ooze, being molded and merging...becoming latex skin. His limbs moved on their own, ripping his own clothes off as the black liquid began to flow down his neck and onto his body. Nate shivered in pleasure as the liquid slid over his cock, causing it to grow and begin leaking more black ooze.
Primal urges began forcing their way into his mind, thoughts of the new strong latex skin overtaking his weak human body caused him pleasure. The better he felt the more of his mind changed...Soon he was starting to think of his Master, his creator. This thought snapped Nate's human mind back...his Master? Nate didn't have a Master...but he had to...his Master was the one who made him feel this way. Nate's human personality and the new Lizard one were clashing violently, even the ruse of Nate's heterosexuality was beginning to fade. All he could think about was ramming his enormous black lizard cock into the terrified human's ass. Nate felt something in his mind shift and the true events of his "escape" came flooding back to him.
Nathan felt the lizard's hand wrap around his arm and pulled face to face with one of the gasmask lizards. He went to scream but it was cut short as the creature released a puff of gas out of its mask. Nate felt himself relax and become completely comfortable, not a worry in his head.
Nate remembered in vivid detail that the lizard creature forced a glob of black liquid down his throat and gave him this command: Find a bar and convert it for the glory of the Lizards....
Nathan suddenly snapped out of his trip down memory lane, his body significantly more transformed. He now had a long rubber tail that extended past his legs and as thick lenses slid over his eyes, his head finished transforming into a latex lizard-like gasmask. Within moments, Nate focused on the man cowering before him. He leaned in close and exhaled onto the man.
The man quivered for a moment before the gas took effect and Nathan watched as he relaxed, his eyes seeming to gloss over as the gas cradled his mind and body into a peaceful lull. With ease Nathan twisted the man around and onto his belly, his ass in the air. The small part of Nathan's human mind was reeling, horrified at what was happening.
Without his consent, Nathan positioned his cock over the man's asshole and felt a word begin to grow in the back of his throat. He didn't want this, not at all... His strong latex hands moved on their own, parting the man's ass as his tail whipped around in excitement, "Noooooooo!" Nathan screamed into the mask that was now his face as he rammed forward, thrusting his new cock deep into the man's ass. Pleasure washed over Nate's body and he felt better than he ever believed possible. Never before could Nate have imagined that fucking a man would feel this good.
He continued pumping the man's ass, pounding harder and harder, leaking more of his rubbery pre into the man's hole. Nathan's human mind was struggling, he could feel himself flowing away, his human thoughts and memories sliding from his mind, down his body and mixing into his corruptive juices. It felt so good, he wanted so bad to cum...cum out his memories and become the true lizard he was meant to be. Inside his mind was quickly fading...
Nathan...my name was...Na..no..that's not right...I am a drone to the Master...A drone Lizard....
The Lizard smiled as it felt the last of its memories, those of its' friends and family, of all its worries and cares, mix inside his testicles, fusing with the corruptive juices so that he could remove them in one final burst.
Lizard gripped the man's side as he groaned in pleasure, already starting to feel the effect of the pre that was leaking into him. Lizard's thrusts become more and more forceful as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. The harder the thrust, he more of his thoughts faded until the only thing left in his mind was that of the Lizards and his Master. Those were the only necessary for him to know, everything else was irrelevant.
Finally, Lizard felt it, his body tensed as he felt himself climax. Shooting out his human memories, shooting his massive load of black rubbery cum into the man's hole. The human screamed and arched his body in pleasure, the corruptive cum already starting his conversion.
Lizard pulled his still leaking member out of the transforming man, thing lines of liquid already trickling from his mouth. Lizard merely smiled, happy to finally convert someone to their cause...The first of many converts to the Master's cause.
The creature known as Master sat upon his latex throne, formed entirely by his own rubber. He was the Master of all his children; they were an extension of himself. He too once has a human life, but that now irrelevant. He had been perfected by his creation, just as so many of his children now had. With every new drone, he could feel their power being added to his own, their strength, their vitality...It was almost too much for him to handle.
He smiled, the first step was nearly complete, the bars of this city were being wiped clean by his children, soon he would move to the next city...and the next...and the next... and not stopping until his children has spread to everyone. The mere thought caused him to cum, he was excited for his children to return to him and bask in his glory. The glory of the Lizards.