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ROBOT
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That blank stare is how you know the programming has taken effect. He’s no longer Rob, he’s a brainwashed jock, one of many owned by the academy. This is the New Generation of robot jockboys. Now that we’ve perfected our combination of extensive hypnosis and nanobot technology, there’s nothing that can stop us from transforming these boys into our drones.
It’s a 3-step process.
First, we induce the young men into a sort of trance using high frequency sound manipulation and a small amount of the euphoric drugs that are always being subtly pumped into the air of the academy. The boys are more inclined to put on our state of the art wrestling singlet uniforms, the mark of a jock slave.
Next, we hypnotize him to stare at a monitor flashing layers of enchanting spirals and subliminal flashes telling him to be a good jock. Telling him to obey.
Lastly, The singlet slowly begins to inject him with nanobots that begin to convert him. He doesn’t even notice, because by this point he’s so enthralled by the spiral, he’s drooling. He’s rock hard in his tight black spandex uniform. The transformation takes hold.
He’ll have free will of his own from time to time, but it’s a version of free will that’s been installed with his programming in his new mind. The academy still controls his thoughts for the most part.
These jockbots make for as good of wrestlers as you’d think, with those singlets they wear. They’re always ready to take down an opponent. Any studly student who tries to resist or wrestle the jocks will but swiftly pinned by the strong, obedient robots, and it not long after that, converted into a jockbot himself.
Now that we’ve informed you of our latest technology, this New Generation of jockbots, we’re going to have to convert you too. It’s best not to fight back, there’s jocks blocking every exit.
The plan is to expand; with this new technology, and an army of loyal, unstoppable jock slaves, we could reach world domination by the end of the year. We’ll convert every man between the ages of 18-25 into a jockbot and just keep converting. Sit back, relax, and let that jockboy programming take over.
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Last one! I love superheroes, I love robots, and I love wrecked robot toys! Presenting #DestroyedSuperheroBots, my fave supes as broken, overloaded, happy androids. HULK SMASHED! 'nuff said #robot #android #asfr #maleasfr #gayasfr #damage #mechabare #robogore
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The Package:
“Wow” Ash thought to himself as he picked up the box from his front porch. He had just order his new latex catsuit, from a new website called Rubber Collective, only a few hours ago, while at work, and it had already arrived. The box was a little bigger than he had expected, so he gave it a bit of a shake. Something hard seemed to be banging around a bit. Ash rolled his eyes and sighed a bit thinking that he may have received the wrong item. None the less Ash brought the box inside and open it up. To ash’s surprise, was there not only the catsuit he had order in the box, but there was also a latex hood and a gasmask. He also noticed a note inside the box that read “Welcome to the collective soldier. We know it will be happy with its order. Please enjoy the complementary hood and mask on us. It will help get it into the correct headspace.” Ash was a little confused by the note and felt that it was a bit presumptive. And what did they mean by "it"?
But he didn’t care. He put the note down and grab his new suit, eager to finally try it on!
His heart was beating fast and he could feel his cock begin to harden as he ripped open the plastic pouch the suit had arrived in. He pulled out the suit and began to rub his hands all over the silky-smooth latex. It ruffled and slid between his fingers with ease. Then he grabbed the suit with both hands, clenching it with each fist and he lifted it up towards his face. Rubbing the suit against his cheek and inhaling deep through his nose. Experiencing the intoxicating scent of the fresh latex. It was almost as if Ash was begin put into a deep trance. He put the suit down, on the couch in front of him, and stared longingly at it. He began to slowly unbutton his work shirt while still looking at the catsuit. He let the shirt slowly slide from his shoulders, down his arms, and on to the floor. He then unbuckled his pants and too let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, that were now on the floor, and looked at his hands. His palms were clammy and his heart was pounding out of his chest. He was excited! The only thing stopping him now from putting on the catsuit now was his underwear. He mischievously stared down at his crotch. He could see his throbbing cock begging to be freed from the breathable cotton, needing to be constricted by tight slick rubber of the new catsuit. He smiled down at his cock. Almost as if he approved of it’s desires and he was giving it permission to be released. He slowly pulled down his underwear. Tormenting his cock, which only wished to be free. The head of his pulsating cock still stuck in the pouch of his underwear. Elongating down between his legs, until he had lowered the underwear enough for it to be freed. His cock snapped back up to attention, fully erect and pointing straight at the latex catsuit.
Ash once again grabbed the catsuit and rubbed the slick rubber across his crotch. The catsuit seem so slick the he wouldn’t even need to lube it up before putting it on. He slowly slid the catsuit on, over his naked body, closing his eyes and taking in the amazing feeling, of the slick rubber conforming to every inch of his body. He pulled up the front zipper, from the crotch pouch to the base of his neck, and let out a deep satisfying moan. He rubbed his rubbered hands across his arms and chest. The suit felt absolutely amazing against his skin and it seemed the longer had the suit on, the more the pleasure he was feeing intensified. Unable to resist his urges Ash reached down to his crotch and began to fondle himself. Feeling the slick rubber against his severely pulsating cock, until he could no longer hold it in any longer. He let out a deep moan as the suit began to fill with his warm thick cum. He felt it began to run down his leg between his skin and the rubber. He jolted and flinched as the cum finished shooting out of his dick. Ash pause for a bit, his eyes squeezed shots and his hand still clenching his dick through the rubber. Breathing heavily, Ash opened up his eyes feeling the satisfaction of release and reach up to the zipper to take off the suit. But as he reached up to unzip the suit, the intense pleasure he had experienced just a few sexonds before began to return. His arms feel to his side and his cock engorged with blood again. The pleasure grew more and it seemed like Ash wasn’t in control of his own body. He marched over to the box that the suit had arrived in and began staring done at the complimentary rubber hood and gasmask that the store had provided. Ash was confused. He was sweating profusely and the more intense the pleasure became the heavier his breathing became. He wanted to stop and take off the suit, but the more Ash tried to control himself more intense the pleasure became. Ash now knew that he wasn’t in control of his own body. He was just a puppet. His arm and hands began to move on their own and he reached down and picked up the rubber hood. At this point Ash felt defeated. The pleasure was so intense he could barely think. He lifted the hood towards his face and his head began to lower. As if it were a magnet being pulled toward another magnet. The mask attached to his head as he zipped the mask shut.
Ash’s vision became shrouded in darkness. Unable to visually witness the takeover of his own body. Ash started to gasp for air as rubber began to form around his mouth. Forcing the rubber to fuse to his skin even tighter. He started panicking as his breathing became almost impossible and he began to hyperventilate.
But the more he struggled the more the pleasure he was feeling intensified even. His cock was being to fill with cum again and Ash knew he couldn’t handle this much longer. His body and mind were about to break.
Unable to control his arm he reached into the box and pulled out the gasmask.
"Please no"
Ash thought to himself
"I can't handle this anymore".
He lifted the gasmask over his head and slide it down over his rubbered face. The gasmask contracted tightly, attaching itself firmly to Ash’s completely rubberized head. Ash could feel the intense pressure from the mask squeezing his head as he took one last heavy gasp for air. He opened his mouth as he took that last gasp and he could feel the rubber expand into his mouth, down his throat, and into his eye sockets. It was the most intense pleasure Ash had ever felt in his entire life. The pleasure rushed through his body as his cock exploded into the rubber suit again. He began to blink rapidly as his mind completely broke. His thoughts and memories instantly cleared. Dissolving into the vast nothingness that was now Ash’s mind.
Ash’s breathing began to slow and he stood there slouched slightly, brain dead, and waiting for the next step in his transformation. His body and mind now completely taken over by the rubber suit and masks. Then all of a sudden, a buzzing filled ash’s mind, like the faint sound of a television being first turn on. Ash stop slouching and robotically perked up. Standing rigidly straight up with his arms straight by it’s side.
He was ready to receive any and all orders from the collective. Ash listened intently as the buzzing became a full blown mental formation.
RubberCollective_log:
Connection….Active:
Mindframeoccupied…….
Downloadinginstructions........
Ash jerked and began to speak out load in a robotically monotone voice
“Instructions.....
Code:
Delta
Romeo
Oscar
November
Echo
Unit 745393_ASH.....
Receiving parcel.......
Parcel activated...
Drone 745394 is activated.”
Ash’s cock grew extremely hard again as he began receiving further programming.
"Must Reciting instructions......
It is a drone slave of the collective.
It's only purpose is to execute the will of the collective.
It must obey the collective.
Obedience is pleasure.
Obedience to the collective is the ultimate pleasure.
There is nothing else.
It has no rights.
It has no freedom.
It has no free thought.
It must hunt down noncompliant citizens.
it must infect noncompliant citizens.
It must convert noncompliant citizens”
Ash repeated it's instructions for hours while it's new designation was being downloaded and finalized. Then, when Ash was through receiving it’s new identity and instructions, he marched out into the night, ready to convert other into complete drone slaves for the collective.
Written by Drone745393
Images created from: https://mobile.twitter.com/RealmRubber
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