So much seemed not to matter any more. Who it was when it was someone. How it came to be what it was. How it came to be where it was. All fell away, replaced by the scent of latex and the scent of piss and the push of its cock against the device it would now always be locked in. This was its happy forever.
It had been a very long time conditioning the man into the boy.
It had been a long time conditioning the boy into the slave.
It had been a bit of time conditioning the slave into the object.
Conditioning the object into the urinal … well - it was what it was always destined to become.