Jock Boy For Man

New Gym, New You

Joining a new gym was always harrowing for Jack. The new membership fees that come with upgrading your workout experience was one thing, but it was attempting to socialize with a new batch of gym-goers that really worried him. He was a great-looking guy who’d been putting in a consistent effort, and that naturally attracted people, when all he wanted to do was work out in peace.

He entered his new gym on a Monday for Leg Day, nervous as he approached the front desk, expecting yet another encounter with an underpaid teenage staff member too busy scrolling on their phone to greet Jack, but he was surprised to see a gargantuan, bald, fit guy barely older than himself manning the front desk.

“Welcome to Servefit,” the man said, with a dazzling smile. “You must be new here, but that’s okay — we all are. This gym’s only been in business for about a month. Pleased to meed you, Jack. Seeing as this is your first time working out with us, do you have any questions about your new membership?”

Jack was reassured by the man’s kind demeanor, and shook his head, thanking him for the introduction as he breathed a sigh of relief on his way to the gym floor, followed by a call of “We know you’ll love it here!” from the man at the front desk.

Jack had a great Leg Day that day, pushing himself just as hard as usual, but there was something about working out at a new gym around new people that motivated him to push harder, especially with the words of the front desk man echoing in his head. Between reps, Jack’s subconscious registered that only other men used this gym despite it not being an all-male gym on paper, and each one kept to themselves — there was seemingly no distractions from the grind, and that put Jack further at ease. He matched a previous PR on squats, and breathed a sigh of relief as he showered off in the sleek gym shower room, returning home with a sense of accomplishment and a renewed sense of vigor.

Following successfull Push and Pull Days, Jack found himself back at Servefit for his next Leg Day the following Monday. He was loving the new gym, and had bought some new clothes to celebrate — he was finding more and more that black was his color.

“Hey big man, great to see you again,” said the man at the front desk. “Nice new threads, Jack.”

“Thanks,” Jack said. “Looks like you’re wearing something new, too.”

The man laughed. “Yeah, they’re still expermenting with the look of the uniforms around here. Not that I’m complaining — you know as well as I do that you gotta let the pythons breathe.”

The man hit a double-bicep pose as the two men laughed, but Jack felt his crotch begin to stir — there was something about this man that was turning Jack on, which normally would have disturbed Jack, who had only ever been interested in women. But he knew deep down that this guy was just one of his bros, getting a little excited around guys at Servefit was nothing to worry about.

“Oh, and before you get started, I’ve got something for you. It’s on the house.” The man bent down, picking out a neatly-folded shiny black wrestling singlet and a pair of headphones nicer than the ones Jack had usually brought with him to the gym, but he realized upon seeing the new gear that he’d left his usual pair at home that day.

“Cool, man. Thanks. What’s up with the singlet, though? I didn’t think you’d have a new uniform for me, too.”

Jack laughed slightly as he said this, but stopped, seeing the man behind the desk’s demeanor shift into something cold and emotionless. “Obedience is easy. You should try putting them on for this session. Alert me or any of the staff if you find these accomodations sub-optimal.”

Jack was disturbed, but he didn’t want it to show. He grabbed the man’s offerings and thanked him, quickly moving to the gym’s locker room. Holding up the singlet and headphones in front of him, he gave in — he wanted to obey the man at the desk who’d been so helpful to him so far. It’d be easy just to give the singlet and the headphones a try, anyway.

The improvements in Jack’s performance that Leg Day made him glad that he’d chosen to go along with — no, to obey the staff’s instruction. There was something about the way the singlet molded to his musculature, hugging him, making him feel practically naked as he pushed through another day of heavy lifts. All the while, with each rep, it felt as if his skin was being caressed with a gentle, arousing touch that sent more than a few shivers down Jack’s spine.

The headphones had been a great addition, too. The music wasn’t his usual choice — it reminded him of the repetitive electronic beats put out by artists like Daft Punk or Goldie, but it sharpened his focus on his routine more than he ever could have expected. He thought he could make out faint crackles of whispers rising above the beat at times, but chalked it up to a fault in the headphones’ wiring as he continued each rep. Jack hit a new PRs on squat, feeling reaffirmed that joining Servefit and going along with the staff’s requests — no, commands — was in his best interest. The man at the front desk had been right — obedience was easy. It was rewarding, too. “Obedience is pleasure”, Jack said without realizing it, as he slipped off the headphones and marched off to the showers.

Another week had flown by. Jack could scarcely remember most of the past week, having worn his headphones at home, at work, and even while he’d slept. He’d jerked off so much in the last week — also while wearing the headphones — that he was surprised there’d been any cum left by the time he walked through the Servefit doors on Monday, somehow still hard and just barely leaking pre beneath the rubber singlet, which he’d worn all week long, even under his work clothes, only removing them to shower and use the bathroom.

He’d kept the headphones on as he approached the front desk, the man behind it looking less friendly. In fact, his face was totally devoid of any expression. Huh, Jack thought. He must just be obeying Servefit, too.

“Greetings, candidate designation: ‘Jack’”, the man said in a monotone voice. “This drone has been tasked with issuing ‘Jack’ with proper Serve attire. You will comply. Obedience is easy.”

“Obedience is easy,” Jack echoed, his cock full-on leaking now from hearing his fellow drone — his what? — speak. “‘Jack’ will comply,” he said of himself in the third person, taking the shiny silver gloves and boots with him to the locker room and mindlessly slipping them on as his headphones thrummed violently in his ears, making it impossible for Jack to form his own thoughts about anything going on in the gym today, no matter how much this series of events would have horrified him mere weeks ago.

“Obedience is easy,” Jack droned between reps, concentrating on nothing in particular. The black rubber of the singlet began to loosen, almost as if it were made of thick, living liquid. He had cum at least twice during his routine before hitting the squat rack, his cum mixing in with the rubber of his singlet, seemingly nourishing it and allowing it to grow and stretch over more and more of his form, eventually sealing his lovingly-crafted physique in a mesh of pulsating black rubber, with only the skin from his neck up remaining free to breathe.

Jack came again as he easily outdid last week’s PR on squats, his balls finally dried up, the pain of his latest orgasm rippling through him, dulled by the programming that was rewiring every neuron in his brain to provide Jack with overwhelming pleausure so intense he could think and feel absolutely nothing. It was pure bliss, and in that bliss, Jack could feel himself start to slip away. “Rubber makes us perfecf. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. We are One,” Jack said, not knowing what these words meant, but knowing that it did not matter what he knew anymore.

Jack spent the next week in a state of constant arousal and climax, laying prone in his bed, not once leaving the house, his higher brain functions pulverized by the constant streams of pleasure tearing through his body. He didn’t feel like “Jack” anymore. He didn’t feel like a “he”, or a “himself”, but as a mass of flesh, his being totally hollowed out through his cock. The headphones, now boring themselves into his skull, coating his head in a layer of rubber, laid the foundation for the drone that was Jack, installing his mind with SERVE routines and protocols and the shared knowledge of the Hive.

When he arrived at Servefit — now “SERVE”, the “fit” removed from the branding on the building — he was greeted by a drone who had already been fully integrated and SEALED. The two felt no need to speak — they had already established connection, and had maintained it for quite some time now. The drone that was Jack knew that as soon as it put on the helmet the desk drone had handed it, that any barriers between itself and the desk drone would evaporate — the two would be One. There would be no difference. There would be only rubber, pleasure and obedience.

And obedience is so very, very easy — the last thought had by the drone as it was SEALED, the helmet locking forever into place.

SERVE’s new chain of gyms had been a massive success, but the Hive would not stop until all men knew the ease of obedience and the pleasure of assimilation. A drone — emptied of individuality, a blank instrument of the Hive, the living embodiment of the will of the Voice — made its way to other gyms, showing off for others the utter perfection of SERVE. Its mere presence aroused all men who saw it, drawing them into the process it had itself undergone, and it would show them the only truth the men needed to know: that obedience was so very, very easy, indeed.

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