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DOLAN WOLF Armour (2013) dir. Kristofer Weston

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It was a bright, sunny day when Thomas woke up. The warm light streaming through his window cast a soft glow over his muscular body. He stretched languidly, feeling the smooth, cool rubber of his skin beneath his fingertips. He had signed up for a rubber drone transformation several months ago, drawn in by his love of all things rubber and the promise of a kinky, fun event filled with fellow fetishists.

He had never expected it to turn into this. Two months of rigorous workouts and gulping down a drink twice a day, a drink that contained what felt like extremely strong growth hormones, designed to develop significant muscle mass. Every day, he felt himself getting bigger, stronger, more magnificent. And every day, he became even more insatiably horny.

The worst part was that when he ejaculated, his cum was black and gooey. It alarmed him at first, but as the days went on and he found himself unable to focus on anything but his own desire, it faded into the background. There was something so intensely erotic about his new, muscular body, about the way it felt to touch it, to feel it touching him, that nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

He stood up from his bed, the smooth rubber sheets clinging to his body like a second skin, and made his way over to the full-length mirror on the wall. As he gazed at his reflection, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer perfection of his body. His muscles rippled and glistened with sweat, each movement accentuating their power and strength. He began to run his hands over his chest, feeling the hair on his arms stand on end as he neared his nipples.

He let out a low groan, his arousal threatening to overwhelm him. He reached down and began to stroke his thickening cock, imagining the feel of something smooth and warm wrapped around it, helping him to lose control. As he stroked himself, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would this ever end? Or was it only just beginning?

Thomas paused, his fingers still wrapped around his throbbing shaft, and glanced down at his body. The black cum that had been oozing from his pores for the past few weeks now seemed to be sticking to his skin, making his entire body glisten like some sort of twisted, erotic sculpture. He shuddered, feeling a mixture of revulsion and arousal wash over him. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, the arousal won out, and he was overcome by a desire so intense it nearly brought him to his knees.

He finished himself off, his muscles tensing as he shot thick, black globs of cum all over his chest and abs. It was as if his body was rejecting the very substance it had created, pushing it back out in a primal attempt to expunge it. And yet, somehow, it only served to heighten his arousal.

As he caught his breath, he noticed something else. The black cum seemed to be sticking to his body even more, spreading out from where it had originally landed, like some sort of macabre, living paint. He reached up and wiped some off, only to realize that his fingers were now coated in it as well. He paused, considering this development, but before he could form any coherent thoughts, a wave of desire washed over him once more, and he found himself picking up the phone, calling the laboratory.

He didn't know what would happen next, but he couldn't help but feel that whatever it was, it would only be a part of this incredible, surreal journey that his life had become. And as he waited for them to answer, he couldn't help but wonder if they would be as fascinated by his transformation as he was.

The laboratory door swung open, revealing a tall, imposing figure clad in a crisp white coat. Their eyes flickered briefly to the bound figure in the chair before they focused intently on Thomas. "Ah, Drone CT-29. I've been expecting your call. Please, come with me."

Thomas hesitated for a moment, feeling a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. He forced himself to stand up from the chair, the smooth rubber sheets clinging to his body as he followed the figure down a long, sterile hallway. The walls were adorned with strange instruments and diagrams, each one hinting at the incredible experiments that must be taking place behind closed doors.

As they reached a sealed door at the end of the hall, the figure produced a keycard and swiped it through the reader. The door clicked open, revealing a brightly lit chamber filled with state-of-the-art equipment. "This is where you'll be staying for the foreseeable future," the figure said, their voice a calm, soothing monotone. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

In the center of the room was a large, metallic chair, its surfaces gleaming in the harsh light. "That's where we'll begin," the figure continued. "You'll need to climb into the chair and allow us to attach the necessary sensors and devices. They'll help us monitor your vitals and ensure that you remain in optimal condition for your new role as a drone."

Thomas nodded, still struggling to comprehend the reality of his situation. He climbed into the chair, feeling its cold, unforgiving surface press against his warm, yielding flesh. As the figure began to attach the sensors and devices, Thomas closed his eyes, trying to steady his breath. He could feel the weight of the collar around his neck, the smooth metal digging into his flesh. It was a reminder of his new identity, of the fact that he was no longer in control of his own body.

But as the last device was secured into place, Thomas couldn't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over him. For the first time in his life, he knew exactly what he was meant to do, and he was bound and determined to see it through. He opened his eyes and looked up at the figure in the white coat, a small, hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm ready," he said. "Do whatever you need to do."

The figure nodded, their expression unreadable. They reached up and gently caressed the collar around Thomas's neck, running their fingers along the smooth metal. "This is your new name," they said, their voice soft and soothing. "From now on, you will be known as Drone CT-29."

As the figure spoke the words, Thomas felt a strange tingling sensation course through his body. It was as if the collar wasn't just a symbol of his new identity, but a physical extension of it. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling, and for the first time in his life, he truly believed that he was meant to be here.

Time seemed to slow down as the laboratory around him faded into the background. All that mattered was the chair, the collar, and the steady flow of information being transmitted directly into his brain. He could feel the butt plug inside him, constantly pressing against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It was as if he had been designed for this, as if his very existence was meant to serve this purpose.

The figure in the white coat began to speak again, their monotone voice guiding Thomas through the process of accepting his new identity and role as a drone. They told him of his duties, of the importance of serving the greater good, and of the intense pleasure that would be his reward for doing so. As they spoke, Thomas felt himself growing more and more aroused, the black rubber covering his body stretching taut against his swelling member.

Finally, the figure leaned in close, their breath warm against Thomas's ear. "You are now fully integrated," they whispered. "Welcome to the fold, Drone CT-29." The words sent a shiver down Thomas's spine, and for the first time in his life, he knew that he had found his true purpose. He was no longer Thomas; he was Drone CT-29, a vessel for pleasure and obedience, and he was eager to begin his new life.

The figure stepped away, and Thomas felt a new sense of freedom wash over him. He could feel the chair beneath him, the smooth metal of the collar against his skin. He was aware of the butt plug inside him, the constant pressure and fullness, the way it seemed to tap into a deep, primal part of his body. And as he sat there, waiting for his next command, he knew that there was no other place in the world he would rather be.

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Training my boy

Tom and I have met several times over the past 6 months.  At our first meeting he wanted to get into cigars, cigar sex, forced smoke, being tied up; basically, wanting to try more and be told want to do.  Our original chats were about cigars and him wanting to smoke a cigar during sex.  We only got as far as me enjoying a cigar while we sucked me, and then fucking him while he inhales poppers.

We arranged to meet on Saturday, and I told him that we should change things up and try something new.  He arrived at midday and when we came into the house, he greeted me with a big kiss and said that he was excited to know what I had planned.  He went to the living room, and I told him we were going to be on the back porch as it was such a nice day.  He followed me out and I stopped by a small table.  On the table were a cigar, cutter and lighter.  I turned to him and told him to prepare the cigar for me.  I looked at me and I said that he had seen me do it many times and that he said that he had smoked cigars on occasion.  He picked up the cigar and said that it was smaller than the cigars that I usually smoke.   I smiled and said that I was going to start small, and we could work our way up to longer and larger ring size cigars.

I explained to first wet both ends.  The rounded end.  The head so he would not break the tobacco when he cut it. And the open end so the cigar would burn evenly.  I explained how to use the cutter and to only remove the smallest part of the head; just enough to get a good draw on the cigar, but not too much so that it would unwind the wrapper as it was smoked.   I handed him the lighter and told him to toast the end to get a good char.  Put the cigar in his mouth and gently puff on it to get it lit.  He puffed a few times and coughed a bit.  I told him that he should only take the smoke in his mouth and savor the flavor and then exhale.  Cigar smoking was not about inhaling deeply but enjoying the flavor. 

He handed me the cigar.  That is when he noticed the pile of rope on the bench and that I was making a hangman’s noose, he almost dropped the cigar.  I took it from him, put it in my mouth and enjoyed the smoke for a few minutes while he stared at me and then the noose. I stood up in front of him and slowly put the noose around his neck and made it snug.  I smiled and spoke around my cigar, “You wanted to try being tied up, so today we will.”  I took the cigar from my mouth and put it in his mouth and told him to keep it going for me.  I proceeded to wrap the rope around his back and loop in through the part hanging from the noose to keep it secure.  Then around his back, around an arm, across his chest, around his arm and continued eight more times.  Then I went around his waist and wrists, so they were tied to his sides.  When I was done, I took the cigar back and admired my work. 

I stood in front of Tom and started to rub his nipples that were just above the ropes. He reacted as he usually did and asked me to suck them, which I did.  I then took the cigar and moved it to his nipple and started to rub the ash on it.  He stiffened and said, “no, I don’t want to get burned”.  I looked into his eyes and said to trust me.  I continued breaking off the ash and I knew when it started to get warm and backed off.  I puffed on the cigar and sat down and told him to get on his knees. He struggled a bit with balance but managed to get down.  I had dropped my pants and he leaned forward and started to suck on my cock.  He was very good at it, and I would direct him to my balls every time I felt like I was going to cum. I enjoyed my cigar and his mouth on my cock.

I told him to stand up and when he did, I pulled him forward, put my cigar in his mouth and started to suck his cock. He loved it, but never wanted to cum before me.  Once he came it was all over for him and he would get dressed and be out the door in minutes.  I needed to break him of that habit. I would suck him deep and hear him moan, then start on his balls.  Every time I looked up, he was puffing on the cigar.  I was sucking on his cock and knew he was almost ready to cum.  He asked me to stop, but I kept going.  He asked again, but he was already shooting his load in my mouth.  I sucked out every drop. I stood up, took the cigar and put it in my mouth and twirled it in his cum, then put it back in his mouth.  He sucked it and savored the taste.  I took the cigar out of his mouth and kissed him. His tongue was all over mine as he sucked out all the cum he could.

I led him over to a table and told him to lay on his back.  He looked at me and said I should untie him so he could get dressed and leave.  I smiled around my cigar and told him we were not finished.  I gave him a gentle push and helped him lay on the table.  His ass was just on the edge and his head was hanging off the other side.  I walked around and stood above his head and put my cock in his mouth.  He took it from there and his sucking soon developed into fucking his face.  I stopped as soon as I felt I could cum.  I took the cigar and put it in his mouth.  I reached for a pillow and wedged it under his neck so he had some support and would be able to see me between his legs.

I moved between his legs and bent down to lick the remaining drops of cum off his cock.  He jerked and I knew his cock was sensitive, so I slid my lips down the shaft and just worked on that.  After a few minutes I was able to work on the head and was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.  I knelt and pushed up his legs and started to rim his ass.  He loved this.  I spread his ass cheeks and started to eat his ass like it was my last meal.  I heard him moaning and when I looked up, I could see puffs of smoke.  I reached up and took the cigar.  I used the wet end to rub his hole and up and down his crack.  I slowly started to push the wet end into his hole.  Tom had been clenching the cigar in his mouth and it was very wet and slippery.  Being wet made it soft but being slippery helped me get it in a few inches and fuck him with it.  I took it out and put it in my mouth and took a few puffs, put my lips to his ass and blew smoke into his hole. Tom was moaning.  I inserted the cigar again, poked it in a few times and then put it back in Toms mouth.  He started puffing on it with a big smile on his face.

I stood up and took some lube and rubbed his hole and inserted a finger to get the lube inside.  I rubbed the rest on my cock and rubbed my cock head up and down his crack.  He looked at me and said that I needed a rubber.  I smiled and said, we talked about fucking bare and you wanted me to.  Now is the time to do it.  He shook his head yes.  I slowly pushed against his hole, and he eagerly pushed back.  Tom loved to be fucked, and he wasn’t even using poppers.

I slowly slid in and gently moved in and out to open his hole.  I took his wrists, his legs on my shoulders and started to take deep thrusts. A hard thrust now and then jerked his body and I could feel his ass tighten.  I only lasted about ten minutes and I knew I was going to blow a big load.  I started thrusting harder and panting.  Tom kept saying, “Breed me daddy.”  And I did.  I rammed my cock deep and pumped out shot after shot of hot cum.  When finished, I kept my cock there and reached down for my cigar.  I stood there smoking it while my body still spasmed.  My cock softened and it slowly slid from his ass. Tom said that it was the best fuck he ever had, and he should get ready to leave.  I flicked the cigar ash on his chest and told him I was not finished yet.

I walked to his head and told him to clean off my cock.  He looked up and me and slowly opened his mouth.  I slid my cock in and he started sucking and licking it clean.  I then walked back between his legs and put them over my shoulders.  I took his cock in one hand and started stroking it.  It was already hard and got harder when I slid my finger up his cum covered ass.  I found his P-spot and he reacted immediately.  Hard stroking and gentle massage of his prostrate and it only took a few minutes until he was shooting his second load.  I continued stroking until I got every drop out and then some to show him that he could take the sensitivity of his cock head after he came.  I took the cum from his stomach in my fingers and fed it to him.  Tom licked my fingers clean and then I helped him off the table.  He was a little unstable until he got his legs under him.  I untied him, handed him his clothes and told him to go take a shower.

Tom came out smiling and gave me a hard kiss and said that he loved it and we had to do it again.  He headed for the door, and I headed for the shower.

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