Kink, Gear, Control

The fit was immediate and absolute. It sealed around his jawline and neck with a soft, pressurized hiss, locking into place.

With the mind switched off, the body took over completely. The helmet’s internal sensors synchronized with his nervous system, sending direct, optimized electrical impulses straight to his muscle groups.

His posture corrected instantly. . His chest swelled, drawing in massive, perfectly regulated breaths of cool, filtered air. The helmet primed his body.

You've already made eye contact.

Next will be the nod, the permission, the invitation to approach.

Soon, you'll hear his voice. Filtered by the helmet, amplified by his wearing his helmet, it works its way into your ears and your mind as the epitome of confidence, control, and most of all authority.

Before you've even realized what you're doing, you've simply stated "ACCESS GRANTED".

You don't see hidden behind the helmet, but you hear in his silence, his smile, his approval, his acceptance. And oh you so very much want his smile, his approval, his acceptance.

So, when he slowly puts his left boot down on the ground, you feel it, pulling, like a leash not yet clasped to the collar not yet wrapped around your neck, dragging you down, dragging your eyes down, past his crotch, perched astride his crotch rocket, down, further, knees, down, head, down, to the ground.

Your ears hear the command "LICK" and you do.

But your mind hears the instruction "LOCK".

And with that, your destiny is ordained, and it will only be a matter of time before you are sent home to stew, to percolate, to ferment, to allow the cravings to simmer.

And soon, but not remotely soon enough, your phone will ding with the first of many, many dings, and the message from an unknown shortcode will simply indicate the address where you first spotted HIM. And your body will process the command before you even realize the implication. Not that you would stop your body if you had any hope to, since your mind is as enraptured as your body is enthralled.

And the loop will repeat, as it has week after week after week, program after program being introduced to you subliminally, subaudibly, subconsciously, the covert instructions seeping in as steadily as your tongue overtly drags itself over his boot, in public, allowing your body to be taken , invite by invite, as your mind is taken over, byte by byte.

And FUCK it makes you hard, on some level, knowing EXACTLY what is happening.

And waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop.

And soon enough, but not remotely soon enough, the ding on your phone, from a number you're sure you've never seen before, will show a different address from the one you've never seen before, not far from the location you don't remember ever having been at, where, upon arrival, a door will be opened, and HE will direct you to enter.

You never thought this was how your night would end. A night of fun, laughter, and drinks were all nothing but a dream compared to the nightmare you find yourself in now. You stand naked and frozen, unable to move but fully aware. The quiet buzz machinery fills the air as you slowly slide forward, helpless, trapped as part of a line of other men all caught in the same horrifying situation. Despite your struggles, your body refuses to respond, locked in place, leaving you to only able to watch as the man ahead of you enters the first station along the belt.

Your eyes fixate on the man in front of you as a mechanical arm rises up, holding a sleek metal chastity cage. His body remains rigid, but you see the faint quiver of his chest as the cage is slid over his cock, the cool metal shining as an audible click echoes softly. Soon another arm follows, this time holding a large silver plug. It mercilessly glides between his cheeks, and with a swift push, it slides in and locks into place. A faint hum fills the air, signaling the start of subtle, vibrating pleasure now lodged deep inside the man as the belt moves, drawing you into the machine.

Now your turn, you watch as the the cold metal slides around your cock, locking it up tightly with another click. The cage is tight and despite the situation, you can't help but feel a slight arousal straining against it already. Moments later a sudden pain courses through you as the plug presses against you, slipping inside with painful efficiency. Immediately its vibrations send a jolt through your core, teasing and maddening, the pleasure just enough to drive you to the edge without relief. Your cock throbbing painfully against the cold, unrelenting metal cage.

A small jolt on the belt signals your on the way to the next station, leaving the man behind to the fate that just befell you. The next station brings a new preview. Rows of nozzles line the wall of this new compartment. The intense burning scent of rubber filled hits your nose as you hear a pump power on nearby. Thick steaming black rubber erupts from the nozzles, spraying over the man's body. The thick rubber adhered to the man's entire form, from the neck down he was now sealed inside, nice and tight. You can only sit there and admire the sight of his defined muscular frame now shining in the light as the belt started moving once more.

You slow to a half centered around the nozzles, the scent of rubber burning your lunges already as you hear the pumps start engaging once more. Steaming hot black liquid blasts over your exposed body, coating it in the warm, almost burning, rubber. It adheres to every crack and crevice, the hot rubber warming up the cage and intensifying your lust even further. As the rubber the starts cooling, your entire body is ablaze with pleasure, the rubber grips everywhere with an intimate tightness and you can't feel anything but pleasure from the sensations. Even the belt moving once more did nothing but cause your locked up, rubber bulge pulse in pleasure.

Ahead of you, the man moves to the final station. A sleek, black visor descends, glowing faintly with a red flickering light from inside. The moment it affixes over his eyes, his posture, previously immobile, straightens up. A soft pulse of light emanates from the visor and even though nothing much visually has changed, you can't help but think that this step wasn't designed to change the body…

When your belt finally leads you to the station, you can only stare ahead as the visor lowers onto your face. Darkness envelops you briefly for just a moment before the screen flares to life with a red glow, the word “CORE” burning into your vision before it shirts into a flickering spiral that pulls your entire being into it. You don't feel your body straighten up as the spiral takes complete control. A quiet, soothing, monotone voice begins whispering commands into your mind, drowning out your own thoughts. You feel your sense of self fading, your desires and will shifting into mindlessness and obedience. Every vibrating pulse from the plug, every tight squeeze of the rubber, every flash of the visor reinforces your new purpose.

The new CORE drone steps off the belt, following the drone ahead of it further into the facility, soon to be followed by the one behind it. A singular thought pulsing through their collective mind. OBEY..