Home Invasion:
“Hey, Roar. Did you hear that?” Darius paused, tilting his head toward the foyer. “I thought I heard someone at the door.”
"Hmm..." Rory hummed as both men froze, straining against the quiet of the apartment. “I don’t hear anything. Maybe someone just walked past in the hall?”
Darius didn't look convinced. “There's just been all those... disappearances lately. I'm just a little on edge. That's all.”
Rory smiled at him, the kind of smile that still made Darius's chest ache. Warm. Safe. Familiar.
"It's going to be alright," he said softly. "The authorities are on it. We're together, inside, with everything locked up."
Darius felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. Rory always had a way of making the world seem smaller. Less frightening.
Darius smiled back.
“Plus, if anything happens, you know I'll protect you.”
Darius chuckled, relaxing into his seat a bit more as he looked fondly at his husband.
"Do I know that?" Darius asked jokingly
Rory frowned playfully in disagreement. "of coarse I would."
“Roar, You know I love you, right? You're cute, smart, and you're so kind.”
Rory face turned red in affectionate embarrassment. he hated compliments. “Aww... I love you too!”
“Wait. I wasn't done yet. You interrupted me,” Darius interrupted.
Rory became quiet and listened.
“It's true. You're cute, smart, and kind. And that’s why I married you. Well... And I also married you because you have giant schlong."
Rory's eyes widened, now super embarrassed.
"But you're not protecting anyone with those skinny-ass arms and chicken legs.”
Rory opened his mouth in playful shock, grabbed a piece of roasted potato, and tossed it across the table at Darius.
Darius flinched, dodging the potato and yelling in jest, “Stop that! I worked really hard on this dinner for you, and I don’t want it to end up all over the floor.”
Rory calmed down, smiled again, and resumed eating. “Scrumdiddlyumptious! And I absolutely love it!”
Darius smiled. “Good. Because I thought some meat and potatoes would help you put on some muscle.”
Darius laughed again—but the dining room door suddenly slammed back against the wall, cutting him off as two men stepped through.
“What the hell are you doing?” Darius yelled, bolting to his feet and throwing his chair backward. “Get out of here!”
The men didn't react.
No acknowledgment.
Not even a glance.
They moved through the dining room with an eerie calm and precision, their boots hitting the floor in a spooky synchronization.
Something about them made Darius's stomach drop.
Human beings weren't supposed to move like that.
They looked like men.
But they felt like machines in human form.
They wore slick, jet-black bodysuits stretched taut over their muscular frames, the glossy material catching the light and reflecting warped, twisted images of the two panicked husbands.
Around their necks were futuristic metal collars that appeared integrated into the suits. They hummed and beeped softly like machines and seemed to prompt the men.
The two men split apart, effortlessly boxing the husbands in.
Rory tried to stand, but before he could pull his chair back, one of the men blocked him in place.
**UNIT 4 SECURING ASSET IN ADJACENT UNIT. DEPLOYING COLLAR**
The man said, his every syllable arriving with identical timing and emphasis, each word separated by mechanical precision.
Rory’s eyes widened, gasping as the collar locked around his neck.
"Darius—"
His voice broke.
Black rubber exploding downward from the collar, racing across his skin, conforming to his body. His muscles stiffening. His posture locked. Then the emotion drained from his face.
**COLLAR DEPLOYED. SUBJECT COMPLIANT**
“What are you doing to him?” Darius screamed, tears beginning to run down his face as he seemingly watched his husband disappear.
Then, suddenly, Rory stood from the table. His posture remaining rigid as he raised a salute.
**UNIT 6 ONLINE. READY TO EXECUTE DIRECTIVES**
His voice emerging perfectly clear, but stripped of every trace of emotion
With the same eerie precision, Rory turned to the man, taking a collar from him.
Rory, then, turned and marched toward Darius.
Face to face, Darius stared at Rory in horror.
Rory's eyes were fixed on him, but they were vacant, as though he were looking straight through him. He stood in front of Darius, perfectly still, like a statue, holding the collar with each of his hands.
“Roar, baby, what is wrong with you!? We need to get out of here,” Darius pleaded.
But Rory’s expression remained blank, unaffected by his husband's panic.
Darius stared at him, seeing his own tear-filled face reflected in Rory's glossy black chest. His sobbing worsened, and he began to hyperventilate.
“Roar, please! Snap out of it!”
His voice cracked.
"Please, baby. Just look at me."
still nothing.
Rory's eyes remained fixed straight ahead
The collar in Rory’s rubber-clad hands unlocked.
**UNIT 6 DEPLOYING COLLAR**
Darius’s heart lurched.
He was terrified of what was about to happen to him—of what had already happened to Rory.
A crushing sense of hopeless defeat settled over him.
He cried out one last time.
tears streaming down his face.
“But...
But you said you would protect me?”
And for just a moment he thought he saw something move behind Rory's empty eyes; a glimmer of freedom, a sign of freedom hope? Maybe Rory could hear his pleading words of love and could overcome this spell he was under?
Click.
A sound like a seatbelt locking into its buckle, locking Darius into place, followed by the soft, warm hum of a computer reboot filled the space between Darius’s ears, scrambling his thoughts into nothingness, as time itself seemed to disappear.
**COLLAR DEPLOYED. SUBJECT COMPLIANT**. Rory said, after placing the collar around his neck. Rory’s words and eyes more vacant than ever; a simulacurm of what was once his hushand.
Darius’s crying immediately ceased, his once tear filled grimace instantly falling into a flat empty stare.
His legs stiffened as his feet becoming firmly rooted in the ground. His spine quickly snapping straight as his shoulders pulled back into a rigid military posture. The light in his eyes gone, glazed over into the same vacant stare Rory now wore.
Then, the collar tightened, as a surge of pleasurable excitement shooting through Darius’s unyielding posture. A Hypersensitivity that felt like billions of tiny open-ended electrical impulses covering the surface of his skin.
He could now feel everything with the greatest intensity; the prickly cotton shirt against his chest; Rory's slow, moist, mechanical breathes blowing against his cheek; the mindless serveilling stares of the other units as they monitor his transformative fall into force absolute obedience.
He could feel in his groin the hottest of blood as his cock became engorged, pressing harshly against the closed zipper teeth in his jeans.
He was so horned up, so turned on in the most terrifying way.
The feeling becoming stronger with every passing millisecond, it felt impossible to endure any longer.
But then came the amplifier. Slick rubber spreading downward from the collar. The senual cool rush of silky overstimulation permanently being laid a top his skin, dissolving his clothing as it took hold of his arms, chest, legs, and feet.
The cool rubber spreaded quickly, clingy firmly to his muscular physique. Forced even more blood into his throbbing cock with its every new conquest of his body.
He could feel the pressure building up. His thick seed churning inside himself, like a firey lava. He couldn’t take it anymore.
He had to CUM!
...................................
It was like.... a second sublimation.
Up until this point, it was like Darius was screaming at the television screen, unable to change the outcome, simply watching everything fall apart. But none the less he was still screaming. Silently protesting the take over of himself, his husband, his home, his entire life.
But now he could now longer take it. Letting his last shred of hope dissolve as he faded permanently into the backround.
His body began to take over. The anticipation of release sending his dopmine receptors into a frenzy; the pure sense of ecstasy; the senual slick rubber against his skin; the unwavering mindless stares or the Units, of Rory. Kinda like a sick orgy.
"Maybe this is what the Rory is feeling?" Darius felt to himself in understanding. "Maybe that's why he did this to me?"
Darius’s seed charged toward to foreground. Racing to the edge of his swollen cock as translucent pre cum continuesly leaked, adorning the path to the most incredibly satisfying realease Darius will ever experienced. Building up more, and More, and MORE! .
His seed raced up the lubricanted walls of his urethra, reaching the edge.... But then it stopped.
The cool slick rubber closing around his swollen pulsating cock, crushing it down in size, like a cold, slick present with with pain.
The blood squeezed back into his body, the cum pushing back down into his balls, and the precum leaking from his tip mixed with the rubber, creating an even more slick, even more senual feeling, his slave cock bow down.
The transformation completed as the rubber closed; vacuum sealing his now obedient slave nub within its permanent slick glossy cage. Leaving Darius forever suspended in a state of peak pleasure as he disappeared into the television.
Suddenly, An instant transmission appeared in his newewly emptied mind, coming to him as though it was the absolute truth.
**UNIT 7 ONLINE. STANDING BY**
Its said saluting, its voice emerging deep, flat, and robotic. The ecstasy of the slick rubber stretched tightly across its skin, pulling it deeper into absolute, mindless compliance, as Its heart banged in a calm synchronization, forever tied to all other units.
Each measured pulse reinforcing its focus and overwhelming desire to obey the hum. Forcing it to still stand frozen and tall with its chin up in pride, its legs legs straight, its hands planted firmly by its sides. A brain dead soldier at attention, unable and unwilling to interfere with the PROGRAMMERS process, trapped at the unbearable edge for enternity.
This emptiness felt like a deep love, filtered through machinery.
Necessary.
Obsessive.
Cold.
Controlled.
It was finally here, connected to the others, connected to the Program.
This is what Unit 6 is feeling, exactly how the other units feel.
Suddenly, all four collars began flashing and buzzing in unison. The muscles in Unit 7's neck tightening as the collar pressed more firmly against his spine. A cold sensation shooting into its slave brain, as the hum inside its head changed.
A new directive pressed against the inside of their skulls, demanding compliance with every passing second.
And just like Unit 7, they all accepted their directives. Snapping their right arms upward into rigid robotic salutes, mindfucked and totally aligned with the PROGRAMMER'S will; The pressure in their slave brains replaced with a terrifying serenity.
**TRANSMISSION RECEIVED**
The four units spoke in unison, ready to execute their directives
Nothing more than mindless service objects.
Addicted to obedience.
Craving for directives.
Serving the PROGRAMMER.
Worshipping GODMASTER!
