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Living Suits!

Wear Me!

Greg wasn’t one for birthday parties, even when he was a kid. The sight of those creepy costumes sent shivers down his spine. The dull, lifeless eyes, the huge paws, or in some cases, claws, and the eerie feeling of being watched from within.

Though, it was his job now, or, at least, a part of his job. He was hired on by a small time business who rented out their shop for parties, and his job, aside from catering, waiting, and typical labor, was to try on most of the new costumes that were delivered.

His boss had a deal with many of the other companies to share a few costumes between locations, as to increase variety and possibly business, but mostly to stop the boring job of having to see the same generic characters every single day. Thankfully, some new costumes were occasionally added to the mix, while others were retired and thrown away, sold, or in some cases, stolen.

Thankfully he’d learned the intricacies of the costumes better now, being much older, this being his summer job before his return to school in the fall. He didn’t like it, he’d much have preferred just staying home, spending time with his friends, but as his dad said, “There’s a time for work, and a time for play”, and, well, Greg wasn’t too happy about it, but he accepted it.

Just like many college kids, Greg was tall, lanky, and slouched, much like the stoner kids he’d often been associated with, though, he hadn’t done it in years. His hair was somewhat bushy and curly, brown, and his eyes were a dark green. He had just a bit of stubble, but not enough to really call it a beard. For a guy, he found himself very…jumpy and afraid, he always was, but thankfully it had lessened in recent years.

Arriving late in the afternoon, the shop was beginning to close up, and he was tasked with the “Night Shift” tonight. Well, thankfully that meant he could relax from time to time, and spend a bit of time goofing off without the manager or supervisors eyeing him over his shoulders.

Lifting up the box that was placed at the back door, he inspected the address it had come from. It wasn’t familiar, but just by the company logo, a suited  man giving a thumbs up, he felt the need to trust that this package was indeed a costume, especially after rattling it brought no explosions, scarring, or growling from within.

Dropping it onto the table in the back room, he quickly shut the door, locking it, and making sure there was no one who could possibly spy on him, he took off his jacket and laid it down, opening the box. He wasn’t too shy, but being caught with an animal costume being put on was a bit creepy, usually for both parties.

The box had smelled very…medical. Like disinfectant (thankfully) had been poured and wiped over whatever costume was within to ensure it was clean. A thick alcoholic smell filled his nostrils as he turned away. Within, a small card was laid, reading, “Wear Me!” in big white letters, with the company logo beneath. A bit strange, but hey, who was he to judge, at least they cleaned it!

Removing the card and setting it aside, his brow furrowed. The suit inside looked a bit…off. Even in the somewhat dim lighting, he was able to see that this suit was…shiny, almost like leather? Was this some sort of a gimmick character, like a biker or a “Cool Cat”? Lifting it out, the material most certainly was not leather, but instead, the soft, smooth feeling of rubber.

Was this some kind of a joke? This felt like something you’d find in a sex shop! Removing the suit, he set it down, and inside, was the head of the suit. Both the suit and head had thicker skin, like a suit typically would, not skin tight, though it seemed like the head was about as thin as the suit, which isn’t too typical. Usually the heads were much thicker, made to hide a head and appear “Anthropomorphic” like a cartoon character.

Grimacing a bit, he stared at the animal face,as it too glared back, staring into his eyes. The bright blue eyes of the mask stared back, as it’s brows almost seemed to furrow in a glare much like his own. The mouth hung open, revealing the long, slithering tongue, almost like a snake. This was strange, because, by all appearances, the animal was a rabbit.

“Hey there Kids!”

He dropped the head as he heard the suit speak loudly, finding it actually came from within the mask, and brushing his fingers over the button seemed to set it off. He stood back, weary, and sat down in the chair behind him. A jolt of fear ran through him, even if he had reason to understand it. This suit was creeping him out, and it definitely was a mix up from the store.

Quickly going to the corner, he leaned against the wall and opened his phone, dialing his boss. After a few rings, a groggy voice answered the phone. “Greg? Do you know what time it is?”

“Yes sir,” Greg looked over at the box, “And i apologize, but i have a question.”

“Well shoot then, you already woke me up.” The voice answered in a somewhat funny, if a bit serious tone.

Greg looked back down at the floor and spoke, “Did we maybe get a mixup with our drop off today? This costume is looking pretty wierd.”

“What drop off?” His boss asked.

“Try me on!”

Greg gripped the phone and looked over at the head, shaken a bit. “D-did you just say something else sir?”

“No? If we got another delivery, box it up and set it out for pickup, it was probably a mix-”, Greg cancelled the call, and turned to the suit.

Taking careful steps toward it, he stopped and looked down at the head. It could have pressed itself against the table and went off, but that still didn’t describe why it said…that. Making his moves quick, he put all the items back into the box and shut the lid, sealing it up.

Making his moves quick, he lifted the box, brought it to the front doors, and dropped it, clearly out of sight. Just as he went to go back in, he heard the muffled voice again, going stiff.

“Put me on!”

It almost sounded begging. Like a child begging for a candy bar, pleading for him to put the costume on. Whatever it was, he wanted to be away from it, and he wanted to be away from it now.

Going back inside, he locked the door, and checked all the entries and exits. He’d seen enough horror movies to know what happened. He’d turn around at the slightest bump, and the beast would leap on him and tear him apart.

Sitting down in the employee room again, he sat with his back to the wall, picking up his phone, and dialing the one person he knew would be able to help, his friend Steve. Steve was a cool guy, much opposite Greg. He was tough, sporting a leather jacket, somewhat long ginger hair, which was often a mess, and bright blue eyes. He’d been close since they were little, acting more like a protective brother than a friend. He’d had trouble before with the law, but Greg didn’t mind, so long as he never got him involved.

Within moments, Steve agreed to come over, and Greg stood in the corner, waiting. He listened intently for the next twenty minutes, until his phone buzzed, startling him, but he quickly ran out to greet Steve.

Tossing aside the finished cigarette, Steve pushed open the door as Greg unlocked it, “Fucking hot as balls man, why didn’t you leave it open?” Steven turned back, putting his hands into his pockets and staring Greg down.

“I-i didn’t want…” He looked at the door, “I didn’t want whatever was in there to get in?” Greg sat down on a chair nearby.

“In what?” Steve cocked his head, confused.

Greg addressed the door with his arm, “In the box man! That thing started talking to me!”

“There’s nothing out there.” Steve said, confused.

Greg’s heart skipped a beat. Running to the door, he looked out, and indeed, the box was gone, though, what remained scared him. “Try me on!” laid written on the card placed exactly where the box was, as he shut the door, he looked as pale as Steve.

“It’s gone. It moved. The fucking box moved man.” He breathed heavily as Steve patted his shoulder, “Maybe you left it out back? You sounded scared, maybe you mixed it up?”

Greg shook his head, marching them both to the employee room, “No, i’m sure it was out front, absolute-”

FLOP

Greg turned towards the back exit. Something was there. Standing back, he pulled Steve into the room, and closed the door. “Don’t go out there.”

“Dude, it’s a costume. What’s it gonna do, entertain me to death?” Steve closed the door, as Greg rushed to stop him, but it was too late.

He listened as Steve opened the back door, stepped around outside, and came back in.

Greg held the knob for a second as it jiggled, until Steve spoke. “It’s me…”

Steve walked in, sighing. “Your box was back there, all sealed up. See, i told you it was fine.”

“B-but it was out-”

Steve raised his hand, “I said, it was fine.” He walked the two of them over to the couch and sat them down. “Just calm down, ok? If it wants to come in, the door is locked, the only way in is vents, and they’re sealed.”

Greg relaxed a bit. Maybe he had been confused, seen something he hadn’t and made up some crazy theory in his mind on what happened, but at least now he could try and relax, if only a bit.

Both of them sat back in the employee office, Greg being supervised while Steve sat back and kept an eye out for anything odd, if only to play into Greg’s creepy theory. There’s no way a costume could speak to you, only way was if it was automated.

Finally, after an hour or so of cleaning and making sure everything was sorted out, Greg and Steve retired back to the employee room, turning on their small television and relaxing, taking a long awaited break.

“I’ll be right back,” Steve said, raising the small pack from his jeans and shaking it, signalling he’d go out for a smoke break. “Don’t worry, if something grabs me i’ll scream.” He smirked and exited the room before Greg could react.

Heading outside, Steve raised the lighter and lit his cigarette, closing the door behind him and walking over, sliding down and crouching, as he looked around. It was a quiet night thankfully, despite Greg’s fear.

Looking over to the still unmoved box, Steve reached over and carefully dragged it, looking down at the label. The box was fine, however the tape that had resealed it…was ripped. It was ripped enough for a small animal to have slipped in, hidden as it lay face down.

Something may have actually been up. Staring at the wall of the building, he saw the dangling open grate that filled the building with air, flowing freely.

Quickly blowing out the last of the smoke and crushing the cigarette, he stood up, opening the door and rushing inside to tell Greg.

“Gre-!” He was silenced, as he felt the coils of soft black rubber wrap around his mouth and pull him upwards. His eyes met the sight of the dangling open mask. His muffled attempts at screaming were only met with a rough tendril entering his mouth, silencing him.

It dragged him silently along the ceiling, as he silently begged for Greg to go check on him to no avail. He could see the spot it desired, a children’s play area, high up dangling from the ceiling. Finding a fitting entrance, it slid the both of them inside to a small ball pit within.

Within moments, he was strung up, as the costume began to wiggle and give way, forming into a massive puddle at his feet, as the mask formed it’s head. It approached his face and whispered to him.

“Put us on Steve. Fill us up…”

Steve watched the glossy eyes come to life and shine, spinning as he stared into them, trying hard to fight it’s influence. He struggled and strained, but the rubber held tight.

“Fill us up with your big muscles Steve, you’d fit us perfectly…” It traced a tentacle along his jacketed arms, his chest, and his abs, as he tried desperately to avoid it. The slime yanked at his clothes, and before he knew it, his clothes were discarded aside.

Steve’s nude body lay out now for the suit, as it groaned, stroking his body, feeling the definition, as it read into his mind. The tough guy, trying so hard to be feared and be the protector, trapped now and soon to become its wearer, it’s prey. It was a shame, but soon, the boy would agree that this was much better than being free.

Steve moaned against the still gagged rubber on his mouth, as the tentacle rubbing his body spotted his growing cock. Moving faster and harder, Steve tried to break free, before the puddle began to climb up his body.

“Just relax Steve, and soon, you’ll be wearing the most comfortable suit you’ve ever been in…” The suit laughed, diving into the puddle as it began to coat his legs in the shiny warm gloss, climbing up to his cock, and quickly suctioning onto it. His length was smothered in rubber, desperately stroking and squeezing his cock in the slime.

Steve had gone slack, as the slime left his mouth, making him pant wildly, like a dog. He reached down and brought more up to cover his chest, as it grew, making his chest larger than before, covering his hands to form shiny black claws, and his arms to become increasingly muscular.

The mask formed again, it’s jaw coming from the chest, and it’s head coming from his back, as he smiled wide, leaning back into them. Raising his arms, he groaned loudly, smiling wide, as he shot into the blob, making a bulge for a moment in the suit, as it was quickly absorbed.

The mask snapped over his face, as he fell into the pool, the eyes now staring into his close as ever, as the gooey tongue snaked in and covered his own, spilling more slime within him as it expanded.

With a laugh, he seized up, as the mask settled into him completely, the only visible part of Steve remaining was the glazed eyes behind the mask.

The suit laughed quietly, taking a moment to get itself acquainted, as it picked up Steve’s clothes, the jeans melting in the rubber, but the jacket infected with rubber, now spreading over the suit in a leather jacket. Now, Steve was much more than a bad boy, he was a Cool Cat.

Leaping out, he crawled along the ceiling to the employee room, landing silently, and knocking on the door. The muscular catlike face moved back, opening and allowing Steve to speak, his eyes like spirals after the suits hypnosis.

Greg stood up and called out, “Just come in!” To which he was greeted with another knock. “Just come in man!” He marched to the door.

“Come out dude, you gotta see this!” Steve spoke, mimicked by the slime, as his tongue lashed about. He opened the door as Greg exited, snapping the mask closed.

“Where are you, what did you want me to-” Greg looked to his left, then right, and spotted the giant beast bearing down at him. “Wha-!”

“We wanted you to check out how cool these suits are. Put us on Greg, become a Cool Cat…” It spoke in a mixture of Steve’s deep voice and the eloquent voice of the suit, a deep, alluring tone, but all to quickly it snatched Greg up, and opened the Employee room again, diving inside.

“Let me go! Let Steve go! Just leave us alone!” Greg pleaded, as it pinned him against the wall, staring into his eyes. Just as it had with Steve, they spiraled, and the man pressed himself against Greg.

Greg quickly shoved him back, before it snapped him back, holding him against the wall with one hand by the neck. “Maybe you just need some convincing…”

The Cool Cat withdrew Steve’s pack, now coated in slime, and globbed them up in his hands. The box expanded, as the object changed. Opening the pack, he lit a cigar, now infused with the possessive rubber, and puffed it into Greg’s face.

“Don’t you want to stop being such a baby, man? Don’t you wanna be…cool?” It narrowed it’s eyes, speaking around the cigar with a smirk, yanking on Greg’s clothing roughly.

Greg coughed, tried to argue, but was met with the cigar filling his lips, the rough taste flowing into him, as it soon turned relaxing, as he was forced to take a drag, then another, and another, until he was slack in the Cat’s grip.

“That’s it. Now, let’s get you suited up. My favorite part.” It lifted him to the couch, tossing him down as his clothes were removed, absorbed, and melted. Greg watched the towering rubber Cat sit itself down on his now raised cock, sliding it inside him.

Greg’s eyes shot open as he groaned in pleasure, reaching up to touch the leather of the jacket, to taste the cigar again, but instead had his hands gripped tight, as he was forced into the couch, the mask inches from his face as it smirked and kissed him, transferring more smoke into him as it bounced on his rapidly twitching cock.

Greg let out a moan into the Cat’s mask, as it laughed deeply, and felt him shoot deep into the suit, filling it with his sticky seed.

Letting the boy breathe for a moment, the Cat flipped him, wrapping his rough leather clad arms around the boy, pulling him close, and slipping the massive rubber erection into him.

Greg’s eyes nearly teared up, but with all that smooth, shiny, squeaking leather and rubber against him, he could hardly contain such a massive, imposing cock. He felt the rubber slip against him and tease him, becoming stickier as he felt the suit expand to coat himself as well.

It soon looked like a monster with two heads, as the Cat pounded into him faster, harder, spreading the rubber over Greg with such a speed, he’d never known. It even began to stroke him as well, coating his cock in rubber, and leaving him begging to be full of the creatures cum.

“Relax, you’ll be one of us soon enough..” The suit huffed, and roared back, going as deep as it could, and filling Greg with it’s cum, the seed spreading and filling him inside and out.

He dropped Greg, who fell, as the rubber coated him, covering him into a mirror image of the beast before him, the mask covering the once fearful face, now full of pleasure, trapped behind the mask now, his identity gone, only a slave to the suit.

Steve stood him up as he too got calibrated, and was handed a cigar and lighter. Quickly igniting his cigar, Greg smirked wide, lost in the pleasure of complete obedience and encasement, as they both headed out back, closing the door, and enjoying their cigars.

They stood close, hands around each others shoulders, stroking their bodies at times, until a truck came down the alley, stopping in front of them.

“I see the suit worked well for more than one. Excellent work.” A man in a business suit stood at the entrance. He was tall, with dark brown hair and a small goatee. His shiny purple and white striped suit mirrored a rubber sheen, and his appearance matching the man on the larger logo for the company. Stepping down, he picked up the torn box and looked at the suited boys. “You two will do wonders once we’re ready to begin the takeover.”

He led them into the truck, where they both sat down, Steve offering him a cigar, which he gladly agreed to, taking it and lighting it as well, smiling darkly. “It all starts with a few friendly costumes, and soon that friendliness turns dark. We’ll convert a whole new generation of men to our side.”

He stepped down and laid his card down. “I’ll show them just how innovative costumes can become. But by then, they’ll all be putty in my hands.” He leaned the card against the wall, climbing back into the truck, taking a puff, and shutting the doors with a wicked smile, Steve and Greg now completely under his control.

The truck disappeared in the distance, the card still sitting well. It read, ‘Mr. Goodyear’s Party Costumes! Innovating costumes for the future! Go ahead and try us on! We guarantee you’ll never feel more alive!’

Johnny had read a lot about different kinds of gear. He himself was interested in a lot of things, but rubber was definitely on top of his list.

One of his friends he had talked to about rubber had told him that feeling the cold black material touch your skin couldn’t be described by words.

“You just have to feel it” he had said. “It is almost like you are transforming into someone else. Covering your whole body in rubber makes you feel powerful and so good. Just try it out.”

Johnny didn’t believe his friend, but he was curious. So he texted one guy on the internet who displayed some pics of himself in rubber.

After chatting for a while he had invited Johnny over. Expecting not too much Johnny went to that guy’s place and was offered a full rubber suit.

“Just try it on. But put it on slowly. It’s not about satisfying physical needs. It’s about feeling it properly.”

Johnny sighed and took the rubber suit. Slowly he started to cover his legs in rubber. Although feeling the cold black rubber on his skin for the first time he had to admit that he liked it already. Yes, he even wanted more.

The guy in front of him smiled as Johnny covered his upper body in rubber and closed the zip of the suit.

“Now breathe slowly, Johnny, and just feel the rubber on your skin. Isn’t that the best feeling?”

Lost for words and out of breath because he was too aroused Johnny nodded.

“Good! Now what do you say we cover you completely and make you feel the rubber even more.”

Johnny looked into his eyes and with a dry throat whispered: “Yes, I want more!”

The guy smiled and helped Johnny to get properly covered.

This is Johnny now. He doesn’t know how many hours he has been lying there covered fully in rubber moaning in pleasure.

The only thought that came to his mind was: “ You were so right, my friend. It’s not about physical needs. It’s about feeling the rubber and its power.”

Jared awoke, arms tied and his cock in some sort of tube. He tried to move but his body was held by some invisible force field. Sweat poured down his neck as the tube started to pulse and he got more and more aroused. Something entered his piss slot and caressed his cock from the inside. His cock was harder than it had ever been. The machine was unrelenting and he knew that he couldn’t give in. Just one orgasm and the machine would be able to program his mind around it. It would become his only thought and only desire. He must resist.

The machine pounded in his cock and he felt his control failing. He was going to cum and it was going to be like nothing he had ever known. His body trembled and sweat poured down his already glistening chest and then, the machine stopped. The orgasm just sat there, waiting for anything. A slight touch, a bit of warmth, anything that would begin the process. It faded and Jared screamed. The machine started again, and again it quit just as Jared was about to explode with ecstasy. Each time the machine took him further and it lasted longer. The sensations growing and becoming more demanding.

Jared screamed, “I’ll do anything, make it stop!”

A voice whispered behind him, “Anything brother?”

He gasped as he recognized Jeffery’s voice and a horrible realization fell over him. He had come here to free him but instead he was betrayed. That’s how they hacked the assault suits. That’s how they were so easily captured. Jeffery’s message was a ruse; a trap.

“Submit, brother and we can be together. Submit and you will cum like you never have before.”

The machine started another cycle and this time Jared felt like his body was going to explode. Tears ran down his face and his heart raced. The waves only got larger and the machine had figured out how to keep them from triggering a release. As the waves got stronger he was barely cognizant of Jeffery’s soft and melodious voice. Again, Jared screamed as the machine ruined his orgasm. He had never felt such desire and need. He was desperate to cum.  

“We are the perfect soldier, brother, no fear or pain, only desire and ecstasy. Give yourself to us and experience pleasure beyond your imagination. The alternative is to stay connected and your brain will be destroyed.”

He knew they would reprogram him. They would expand the centers of his brain responsible for pleasure and desire. The worst part was that he would not loose himself. He would become a “Slave World” soldier. Driven only by desire and ecstasy with no fear or pain, only a constant quest for the next orgasm.

“Yes, just let me cum. I have to cum. Please!”

A helmet descended on Jared’s head. He heard a click as it began to conform to his features. Two tubes entered his nose and a gag began to fill his mouth. There was a sharp pain on his skull as needles seemed to pierce his scalp. Two other tubes entered his ears and the world became silent and dark. The helmet started to breath for him and images began to appear before his eyes.

The machine started again and Jared became dizzy.

A voice filled his mind, “Hello drone 41AC5. What is your name.”

“My name is Jared Harper.”

“That is incorrect, Drone 41AC5. What is your name?”

Jared’s body began to tense up as another orgasm started to build. “I am, Drone 41AC5!”

Jared exploded with an orgasm that wouldn’t stop. His body convulsed and his mind was consumed with seizures of pleasure. The orgasms wouldn’t stop and rivers of cum shot through his cock. This was his world right now, nothing else mattered. When it finally completed, Jared was out of breath and amazed at the sensation, but just as he relaxed the machine started again. This time even more powerful than before. He should be exhausted, but all he wanted to do was to cum again.

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Benjamin, a very shy but handsome young man in his early to mid twenties, 6'2 180, light brown hair, hairy and defined, stayed at the office a couple of extra hours to finish up a presentation for later in the week. That meant taking a later train home, but he did that frequently enough anyway. He arrived at the station in time to catch the 7:23 out of the City. He had traveled home on that train enough to know that the last car would not be particularly crowded. He walked into the car, took the mystery novel he was reading out of his briefcase, and put the book on his seat. He tossed his briefcase, coat and jacket up on the overhead rack. Before settling down with his book, he decided to use the rest room, so he made his way to the end of the car and went into the cubicle.

Unnoticed by Benjamin, the Conductor followed him down the aisle. As Benjamin locked the rest room door, the Conductor placed an “Out Of Order” sign on the door. Then he took out a key, inserted it into a special keyhole and turned it once, just as the train pulled out of the station. Then he began working his way back up the aisle, collecting tickets.

In the rest room, Benjamin lowered his slacks and briefs and then settled on the toilet seat. Being a train rest room, the cubicle had that peculiar disinfectant kind of smell. As a result, Benjamin did not smell the very special gas that slowly filled the cubicle. He did note that he suddenly felt very relaxed just before he slumped back against the wall as his brain went fuzzy and then blank. As he was totally relaxed against the wall, he felt something begin to probe his ass. It was gentle but insistent. It slowly opened his hole and worked its way inside him. It felt so good, and Benjamin involuntarily sighed with pleasure, trying to adjust his body to feel more of it. He was so relaxed and emptyheaded from the special gas that he could not move much at all, so he simply closed his glazed over eyes and enjoyed the feelings as the probe began to pulse inside of him.

A cylinder lowered from the ceiling and covered Benjamin’s head and neck. It was not until he heard vibrating and pulsing music that he opened his eyes. He was confused by the darkness and the music. He thought he heard a voice speaking under the music, but he could not quite make out what it was saying. The probe in his ass changed from pulsing to thrusting, distracting him as it started massaging his prostate. He moaned again as pleasure coursed through his body. Suddenly, special lights and a swirling multi colored spiral began flashing in front of him, and before long, he found his eyes opened and focused on it all, he had no choice. The probe brought him closer to cumming, building up the pleasure until it was almost unbearable. Then, just as he thought he would go over the brink, it slowed down and backed out of his hole until it was massaging just the opening.

The cycle repeated itself over and over again. Behind the music Benjamin could just make out some of the words the voice was saying “Like… Pleasure… Need… Pleasure… Like… Train… Need Control…Like control…need to be molded..need to be programmed”. Over and over, rising close to orgasm and then backing down, brining him closer and closer. For 45 minutes Benjamin sat enjoying the pleasure and mindlessness. Then the probe sped up, working his hole with long strokes and pressing hard against his prostate at the end of each inward stroke. Within seconds, Benjamin arched up and came harder than he ever had before. When it was over, he slumped back against the wall with a dumb smile on his face. After a brief rest, he cleaned himself up, dressed, and returned to his seat just a couple of minutes before the train arrived at his station, still in somewhat of a trance, extremely calm and relaxed. This would pretty much be his state from now on until the changes he would soon experience in the coming weeks were completed.

As the somewhat sedated young Benjamin walked back to his seat, the Conductor pulled out a cell phone and made a brief call.

Day 9

Every day, except for Saturday and Sunday, Benjamin found a reason to stay late in the City and take the 7:23 home. Every day he went to the last car of the train. Every day he put his book on a seat and tossed his briefcase, coat and jacket on the overhead rack. Every day he made his way to the bathroom at the end of the car. Very robotic. And every day the Conductor put the “Out of Order” sign on the door and turned the key in the special keyhole. Every day the probe seemed a little more insistent, the pulsing music more soothing, and the spiral and lights more fascinating and drawing out his thoughts and his memories and his mind, further. Every day Benjamin came hard, cleaned himself up and returned to his seat. And every day the Conductor made a brief phone call as the young man walked back to his seat.

On the ninth day, the probe did not follow its usual pattern. As Benjamin slumped against the wall, mindless, the probe slid all the way in almost immediately. It began long, very fast thrusts. The music pounded into his head with a driving beat, and instead of lots of random flashing of colored lights and the spiral, a single point of bright white light flashed in regular pulses. Everything worked together to drive him quickly to orgasm. In less than three minutes, Benjamin felt himself ready to shoot, and he did, violently. As his cum started to fly, he felt a shooting pain around his asshole, so sharp that it caused him to pass out.

Forty-five minutes later Benjamin emerged from the rest room and staggered down the aisle to his seat. He felt sore and very tired—more tired than he usually did at the end of his train ride home and even more hollowed out and blank, basically able to perform just simple and basic tasks. As he left the train, the Conductor smiled at him and said, “Have a good night. See you tomorrow evening.” Benjamin spent most of the weekend in bed sleeping and literally zoned out. By Monday morning, however, he went through his usual morning routine. During his shower, reaching down to soap between his buns, Benjamin made a discovery. Something did not feel right around his hole. It felt hard, yet also pliable. It seemed to have several small indentations. It definitely did not seem to belong there.

Hopping out of the shower, Benjamin grabbed a hand mirror, spread his cheeks and took a look. Surrounding his hole was a narrow circle of shiny, silver-gray…metal? Plastic? But it seemed flexible. He noted small round holes placed at regular intervals around the circle. He asked himself kind of confused and a tiny bit aware, “Where did that come from? What is it for? When did that happen?” As he continued to wonder about the strange circle embedded in his skin, a new thought interrupted the questions in his mind as his proper relaxed state fully returned. “I should ask the Conductor about this. He’ll know what to do.” Benjamin had no idea where the thought came from, and it puzzled him briefly but his mind was so empty now he did not wonder further. But for some reason the thought repeated itself over and over…just ask the Conductor…just ask the Conductor…ask the Conductor…ask the Conductor…the Conductor will know…ask the Conductor…the Conductor will know…

That evening, Benjamin timed his arrival at the station so that he would be there as soon as the doors of the 7:23 opened. He walked into the last car to look for the Conductor. The Conductor was nowhere to be seen, so Benjamin picked a seat in the last row of the car, across from the rest room door, absently noting the Out of Order sign posted on it. He stared ahead blankly and awaited the Conductor. It was nearly 10 minutes into the ride home when the Conductor appeared at the other end of the car to collect the passenger’s tickets. Benjamin waited patiently until the Conductor reached him. Benjamin showed the Conductor his pass and then said, “I need to ask you a question.”

“Of course,” said the Conductor, motioning to the rest room. “Please step in here for privacy.”

The man’s voice sounded a little odd to Benjamin, but he could not quite put his finger on why. He got out of his seat and stepped across to enter the rest room. He did not see the Conductor place the key in the keyhole and turn it twice. The Conductor pushed in behind him and closed the door. It was a tight fit, but there was room. Benjamin began to feel strangely warm and aroused.

“I…” he began as the gas in the small cubicle continued to affect him. “I found…ohhhhhh…what….?”

“Relax,” said the Conductor. “You want me to take a look at it, correct?”

“Yessss,” whispered blank Benjamin, without even wondering how the Conductor knew what he was going to ask.

The Conductor watched silently as Benjamin fumbled with his belt, button and zipper. Finally, the young man pushed his pants and briefs down and started to turn around, almost like a zombie, staring mindlessly ahead. The Conductor stopped him, lifting him onto the narrow counter that held the sink. He removed Benjamin’s shoes and then the pants and briefs, tossing them aside. He crouched down and lifted and spread the man’s legs. Benjamin squirmed as he felt the Conductor’s cheek brush his hairy and defined thigh. He felt the Conductor spread his ass, and then he felt something warm and wet probing at his hole. The Conductor’s tongue worked over his hole making him moan as it started to probe him. The Conductor loosened and lubed the man’s hole with his tongue, stretching it more and more. Finally, he judged it ready.

“I know what it is,” the Conductor said as he stood up between Benjamin’s legs, “and I know what to do.”

“Please,” Benjamin mumbled in a monotone voice. “Please…please…”

The Conductor opened his pants and pushed them down. Had Benjamin’s blank eyes been open, and if he had not been under the influence of the brainwahing gas, he would have seen that the Conductor’s cock was tiny. In fact, it seemed almost to be a small black cylinder. Around the cylinder’s base was a circle of the same material that surrounded Benjamin’s hole. Except the circle around the Conductor’s protrusion had prongs that matched the holes in Benjamin’s. The Conductor leaned forward until his cylinder pushed into Benjamin’s ass. He adjusted himself slightly to make sure that the prongs lined up with the holes and then pushed all the way in. Benjamin felt something pushing up inside him. It started to grow and expand, thrust and pulse. He moaned and started to stroke his cock. The Conductor reached down and pushed a tiny button on his circle, locking it to Benjamin’s. Then he pressed another button and stepped back. The Conductor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small round plug. He pressed it into the hole in his crotch where the cylinder had been. He rotated it once, locking it into place and then closed his pants.

Between Benjamin’s legs, a solid circle of the silver-gray material completely covered his hole. Inside he felt the small machine probing and working his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Still sprawled against the wall, he was unaware that the Conductor was no longer touching him. His only focus was the pleasure in his ass, so mindless by now. The Conductor reached over and pulled him to a standing position and then turned him to face the counter, drool on his face. He reached around Benjamin and slid open a hidden door under the counter. Firmly, he maneuvered the man so that his cock and balls were pushed into the opening. He pressed up against Benjamin pushed his special key into another keyhole and turned it. At once, Benjamin felt his cock and balls encased and massaged. Nothing had ever felt so good. It felt almost like he was fucking himself as the movements of the casing matched those of the probe in his ass. As he lost himself in the sensations, he was only vaguely aware of the Conductor pressed up against him whispering in his ear.

“Access PD0061. Pass code 011260CAP. Access PD0061. Pass code 011260CAP.”

Benjamin fell into an even deeper and mindless trance, and his voice responded in a flat monotone, “PD0061 accessed. Administrator pass code acknowledged.”

“Prepare for downloading of new program.”

“Acknowledged. Ready for download.” The Conductor placed a set of headphones on Benjamin and then stepped out of the cubicle. While PD0061 received his new instructions, the Conductor looked for Benjamin’s briefcase on the rack that he always carried, though it was now empty. He pulled it down along with another case that sat next to it. He sat in Benjamin’s seat and opened the second case. He took out two boxes, two cables, and a headset. The first box contained an opening roughly the same size as the one that was currently giving Benjamin’s cock and balls a pleasurable work over. However, its opening was surrounded by a silver-gray circle that as a larger twin of the one surrounding Benjamin’s asshole. The second box had a small keypad. The Conductor placed the two boxes, the cables and the headset in Benjamin’s briefcase and returned both cases to the rack.

Benjamin was in the throes of an intense orgasm when the Conductor returned.

“Program downloaded and installed,” PD0061 said.

“PD0061 shut down,” instructed the Conductor.

“Acknowledged. Shut down initiated.”

Benjamin’s body relaxed and he straightened up. His cock and balls pulled free of the opening. He took no notice of the silver-gray circle with short prongs surrounding his cock and balls. When he was dressed he looked at the Conductor and said, “Shut down complete,” before his body slumped down on the toilet. The Conductor stepped out into the car to check on the other passengers. Benjamin did not follow until his stop was announced over the loudspeaker. He grabbed his things and camly walked out the nearest door.

As the train doors closed, the Conductor pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number. There was a pause and then he said into the phone, “AD0009 reporting. Phase Two installation of PD0061’s systems complete.”

Day 13

Benjamin took his “usual” train, the 5:16, home from the gym, part of some of his new instructions, he was wearing a tank top to show off his extremely hairy chest and pits and running shorts to show off his incredibly defined hairy legs and thighs for his size, as he was a runner in high school. Inside he went to his bedroom, stripped off his clothes. On the computer table sat the two boxes, the earphones and the cables. He connected the first cable to the box with the keypad and then the one with the opening. The second cable connected the box with the keypad to the phone jack. He placed the earphones on and inserted his cock into the box with the opening, making sure the circle around his cock locked into the circle around the opening. Then he punched a phone number on the keypad and waited. He heard the dial tone, the numbers being transmitted, and then the connection was made. The small computer on Benjamin’s desk exchanged an initial series of codes with the Central Computer, and suddenly Benjamin felt his cock and balls being massaged slowly but firmly. At the same time, the machine in his ass began its probing, gently increasing his arousal. Benjamin heard a click in his earphones, followed by a computer generated voice.

“Access PD0061.”

Benjamin typed *PD0061 accessed* on the keypad.

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

*Administrator pass code acknowledged*

“Enter PD0061’s human name.”

*Benjamin Allen Jaynes*

“Enter Benjamin Allen Jaynes’ birthdate.”

*06131994*

“Enter Benjamin Allen Jaynes’ Social Security Number.”

For two hours the Central Computer collected personal information about Benjamin. When it acquired all the necessary information, the machines pleasuring him sped up and brought him to a wrenching orgasm. As he came, he heard one last command.

“PD0061 shut down.”

Benjamin disconnected himself from the machine and the machine from the phone line. He collapsed into bed and slept dreamlessly.

Day 14

Returning from the gym, Benjamin hooked himself to the machine, and the machine to the phone line. He punched in the phone number and waited. The connection was made, the machines began to stimulate him, and then he heard the voice.

“Access PD0061.”

*PD0061 accessed*

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

*Administrator pass code acknowledged*

“Prepare for downloading of new programming.”

*Acknowledged. Ready for download*

“Assimilation program 1 initiating.”

A jumble of unique sounds began assaulting PD0061’s ears. His brain began to process the new information, categorizing it, recognizing it, storing it. This continued for about half an hour when suddenly PD0061’s body jerked.

“NO!” Benjamin cried out, a tiny part of the former man coming back suddenly. He tried to pull his cock from the machine. He tried punching random numbers into the keypad.

“Access PD0061. Access PDOO61. Access PD0061. Acknowledge PD0061.”

Benjamin ripped the ear phones from his head. He continued struggling to remove the machine from his cock. The Central Computer sent a new set of codes to the small computer in Benjamin’s apartment. Instantly the machine on his cock began working harder, sucking and pulling at his cock and balls. In his ass, the other machine began directly probing his prostate.

“NO! NO! NO!” screamed Benjamin as the pleasure began to overtake him. Benjamin felt his cock swell. The pleasure of cumming overtook him, and he gasped harshly. When his senses began to return to normal, he realized that both machines were still working him. The pleasure was building again. In frustration, Benjamin reached down and yanked the phone cord from the jack. He gave up. He relaxed. He let go. The machines continued their work.

Day 15

The machines worked on Benjamin’s cock and ass all night. His balls were empty, and still the machines drove him to orgasm after frustrating, almost painful orgasm. By 6:00 a.m., Benjamin was exhausted. He knew there was only one way to stop the machines. He put on the ear phones. He punched in the phone number that would connect him to the Central Computer and waited. The small box transmitted its signal to the Central Computer. Then he heard the trigger, “Access PD0061.”

Benjamin’s exhausted and hollowed out mind could not resist, and he fell into a deep trance as he typed *PD0061 accessed*

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

*Administrator pass code acknowledged*

“Prepare for downloading of new programming.”

*Acknowledged. Ready for download*

“Assimilation program 1 initiating.”

Once again, a jumble of sounds assaulted PD0061’s ears. His brain processed the new information, and there was no resistance to the programming. Hour after hour, Benjamin’s mind was bombarded with information for PD0061. PD0061’s programming became more and more dominant, forcing Benjamin’s remnants of his old personality into the background.

When the program finished downloading, the Central Computer transmitted several more commands and then disconnected the call. The box containing PD0061’s cock gave an audible click, and PD0061 was able to remove his cock from it. PD0061 disconnected all the boxes and neatly stacked the boxes, cables and ear phones on Benjamin’s desk.

While Benjamin’s body rested, PD0061 continued to reprogram his emptying brain. Bit by bit Benjamin’s memories were categorized, sorted and stored. By the time it grew dark outside, the person that had been Benjamin was simply one program among many in PD061’s organic file storage area.

Day 16

Ben woke up ready to face a new day. As he soaped his cock in the shower, he discovered that he had grown a foreskin. It was silver-gray, matching the circles around his cock and balls and his asshole. Although he had been circumcised as an infant, the new foreskin did not surprise him because he knew that PD0061 needed it. He also noticed that he seemed even hairier in multiple places, but did not think much of it as that was not his purpose, thinking was no longer necessary. He also saw that his cock was bigger and that his ball sack was now hairless and a smooth silver-gray. He fondled his balls as he stroked his cock. He needed to keep PD0061’s balls empty, so he stroked his cock until the orgasms were dry.

When he finished his shower, Ben dressed and packed his workout gear in a gym bag. He wore only short running shorts in the gym.

At 4:55 Ben’s phone rang.

“Human Resources, this is Ben.”

“Access PD0061”

“PD0061 accessed.”

The voice at the other end of the line gave PD0061 several commands and then hung up. PD0061 picked up the gym bag and headed down to the locker room carefully choosing a locker in the far back row where no one was likely to be at that hour. It would not be acceptable for any human’s to see PD0061 without clothes at this stage. PD0061 stripped off his shorts. He put on a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt and sneakers. Everything else he put in the locker and locked up, including his wallet and his watch. Then PD0061 left the building by a little used rear exit and walked around the City until it was time to go to the station and catch the 7:23.

PD0061 entered the last car of the train and was immediately met by the Conductor.

“Follow me, PD0061.”

“Yes, AD0009.”

PD0061 followed the Conductor to the rest room, which had an “Out of Order” sign on the door. What he saw inside was not a typical train rest room. It was not a rest room at all. On the wall where the toilet should have been was a large unit with a man-sized depression in it. On other wall, where a sink should have been, were a keyboard and several monitors. It looked like a small lab.

“Remove clothing, PD0061.”

“Yes, AD0009.”

PD0061 removed the clothing and handed it to AD0009, who put it to one side.

“Turn around and step into the conversion unit, PD0061.”

PD0061 turned around and stepped into the unit. There was an opening into which he plugged in his cock and balls and heard the click of the machine locking them in. In front of his face was a mask obviously meant to provide oxygen for the organic body. PD0061 stood still as AD0009 reached between his legs and unlocked and removed the appliance from his ass. Then AD0009 turned and typed a command on the keyboard. A new probe rose from the base of the unit and inserted itself into PD0061’s ass. AD0009 checked to make sure that PD0061’s limbs were positioned properly and then closed the unit so that PD0061 was completely encapsulated in the unit.

AD0009 turned once again to the keyboard and began typing commands. In his ears, PD0061 heard “Pass code 011260CAP.”

“Administrator pass code acknowledged.”

“PD0061 run program Ben Prime.”

“Acknowledged. Running Ben Prime.”

Ben woke up in total darkness. He tried to move but found himself unable to move even a fraction of an inch. He was trapped in some kind of hard shell. What the hell was going on? Where was he? What’s… He felt a slight discomfort as something entered his cock. It felt like a long tube pushing further and further in. Then he heard a voice in his ear. He recognized it as the voice of the Conductor.

“Ben,” said the Conductor, “your final conversion into Pleasure Droid 0061 is about to commence. “

“Noooooo…” moaned Ben.

“You will find it quite pleasurable. It is also irreversible. You will be PD0061.”

“Noooooo…..”

“Commencing conversion.”

Ben felt the probe in his ass begin to move. In spite of himself Ben moaned with pleasure. The Conductor typed one last command and then left the cubicle. Outside the Conductor locked the rest room door. He tossed Ben’s clothes out an open window before making a call on his cell phone. In three day’s time, a new Pleasure Droid would join their ranks. Day 16 Continued

Ben felt helpless as the conversion unit worked on his cock and ass. Pleasure began building, and resistance, as the tag line from that old science fiction show went, was futile. As he lost himself in the pleasure, Ben was startled by a jet of mist in the mask over his nose and mouth. With his next breath he inhaled a specialized virus that traveled through his blood stream until it reached his brain. There it began to invade the brain cells causing them to replace themselves at a rapid rate. Although he did not know it, his brain would never deteriorate or succumb to any disease. The modified cells guaranteed that PD0061’s organic central processor and file storage unit would be virtually indestructible.

As the virus continued remaking Ben’s brain, the Conversion Unit brought him to orgasm. As the last of the semen was drained from his body, the probe in his ass pulsed and released an oily fluid. The fluid contained Stage 4 Conversion Nanites, which quickly worked their way through the bloodstream to Ben’s testicles. Ben felt an odd, though not unpleasant, sensation in his balls as the nanites began their work. First they began converting the human tissue into plastic. The testicles were hollowed out and enlarged, the epididymides became sockets, and the vas deferens tubing. Some of the tissue from the testicles became liquid. It took the nanites two hours to complete the process, at which time the Conversion Unit drove Ben’s body to a second orgasm. The liquid was pumped out of Ben’s cock, carrying the nanites with it. The Conversion Unit analyzed the output and began preparing the next set of nanites. While the nanites were being prepared, Stage 5 commenced.

“Access PD0061”

“PD0061 accessed.”

“Pass code 011260CAP.”

“Administrator pass code acknowledged”

“Run program Ben Secondary.”

“Acknowledged. Running Ben Secondary.”

Ben felt something shift in his mind, like he was becoming a passenger in someone else’s body. He could hear and was aware of things happening to his body, yet it wasn’t his body. The body belonged to Pleasure Droid 0061. He listened as the Conversion Unit continued to communicate with PD0061.

“Prepare for new programming download.”

“Acknowledged.”

Ben listened as a droning noise started coming through PD0061’s ears. He thought he could detect changes in pitch and pulse, but it made no sense to him. Eventually, he gave up trying to decipher what was happening and fell asleep.

Day 17

Ben awoke slowly as he felt someone, no, something, fucking his ass. It felt good. So did the gentle pulsing around his cock. He wasn’t quite sure where he was. Then he became aware of another presence in his brain. PD0061 reminded him that he was in the Conversion Unit being upgraded. Ben moaned softly as the Conversion Unit kept him at the edge of orgasm but didn’t let him cum. He felt the probe in his ass pulse and release a new load of oily liquid into his ass. PDOO61 told him that new nanites were being introduced into his system, but Ben was too involved in the pleasure he was feeling to really pay attention.

The nanites began their work converting most of Ben’s organic systems into synthetic ones. As the silver-gray polymer began replacing his skin, Ben found himself thinking how wonderful PD0061’s body would feel. He would even have his own thick body hair perfectly replicated on him. He would please many men with his upgraded body. The thought turned him on even more, and he tried to thrust his cock deeper into whatever was pleasuring it, forgetting that the Conversion Unit kept him immobile. He groaned in frustration and then felt a new jet of mist on his face.

Two new viruses invaded Ben’s system. The first targeted his penis, anus and rectal tissue; the second his face and hands. These parts of PD0061’s body would retain organic epidermal layers, which would increase the pleasure for any of the unit’s “clients.” Retractable polymer layers would also be created by the nanites for these areas of the unit’s body.

PD0061 kept Ben informed of each step of the upgrade, but Ben was more interested in the pleasure he was receiving from the Conversion Unit. He was unaware of time passing, only the continual pleasure. Finally, PD0061 informed Ben that the upgrade was complete, and the Conversion Unit brought Ben to a mind-blowing orgasm.

“PD0061 end Ben Prime.”

“Acknowledged.”

“PD0061 delete Ben Prime.”

“Acknowledged. Deleting Ben Prime.”

Chris was tall and athletic, one of the star players on his high school baseball team. His friends Mike and Greg, both members of the team as well, were similar in build. They went to nationals in their senior year, netting them all a decent scholarship, but now, it seemed like college might be very far in the future.

The cell door opened to a man, looking him up and down, only…it looked like a man. The form was clad in a shiny suit, similar to the leather jacket he owned, only skintight. It spread over his body, covering everything in it’s tight hold. He could even see some of the not so well hidden parts, as it seemed his cock and balls had their own placement, rather than having been sealed against his groin.

Walking in, Chris backed up against the wall, as the man walked over to him, gripping his arm and pulling him along, pleading, and fighting, but nothing seemed to work. The shiny rubber like material was warm, like skin, even warmer than he’d expected. Soon enough, he’d been pulled to a large circular chamber, like a scene out of a movie, as he was shoved inside, sealed within.

He couldn’t see anything beyond his prison cage, only the pale reflections of beings moving and walking by, observing him. That’s when finally, a voice spoke, from a microphone, into the cage.

“Congratulations Chris, you have been scouted.” A man spoke, the voice was calm, and deep, but even that couldn’t calm him from the ordeal he was in.

Standing, he spoke the the microphone, “Where the hell am i? Where are my friends? Let me the fuck out of here!” He ordered, only hear a soft chuckle beyond.

“I’m afraid we can’t do that. You, as well as your friends, are the newest members in our recruit program. And don’t worry, they’ve already agreed to join us as well.” He explained.

A door shifted up, as two boys clad in rubber walked in, one carrying a suit, the other carrying boots, and a small box. “Meet Mike and Greg, your new and improved friends. Dont worry, soon enough you’ll be joining them.”

Their eyes and mouths had been covered, as well as their whole bodies in tightly clad suits, shining in the light of the cell. They stepped forward towards him as he tried to back away, dropping the suit and clothing, and gripping him tightly.

“What the fuck do you plan to do with us! Please, just let us go!” He begged, knowing fighting was futile. They too donned the shiny rubber suits, and the soft feeling of their suits against his skin almost made him excited, if it weren’t for the fear.

“Since you won’t be leaving us anytime soon, i’ll explain the plan to you.” A screen lowered, showing an animated version of his plans. “First, we send out our agents to scout young men, mostly highschool and college aged men, and bring them to one of our facilities. There, we place them under our control with intense hypnosis, removing all past memories and leaving them only as our workers.”

Chris felt Mike’s hand slip down his chest as he held him, wrapping around his flaccid cock, and gripping his balls. “Then, we collect their semen, keeping it to breed ourselves clones, strong, fast, brave individuals who can help with our next mission. Soon enough, you boys too will become like the drone that just brought you in, and be given an immortality medicine, and be just as your clones.”

Mike’s hand was smooth and soft, as Chris tried to fight against it, but he had to admit, Mike was very strong. “The immortality medication has a nasty effect of making men sterile, so we have to keep collecting from younger men, until they age to twenty five. Once we have a sufficient amount, we plan to take over the world with our men. The rubber suits you see are strong and resistant to almost all weapons and ammo, as well as durable. Soon after that we can conquer more than just this planet, and keep growing, forever.”

Chris thought he must have been insane, and most likely, he was, but he had to stop him, had to… The screen changed, to a swirling spiral, as Chris fought, pressing and fighting even harder against his restraints. “Relax though, just relax and let us help you. You see, you want to join us. You want to be a part of our hive mind.” He spoke, slowly and clearly.

Mike began to stroke his hardening cock, the rubber was soft and smooth, making every touch on his lengthy cock electric. “Just relax and give in to their touch, give in to our control.” The spiral sped up, as he fought, making it hard to look away. Greg gripped his chest, massaging his nipples gently as he moaned.

Mike’s eyes were hidden, but he could tell by his touch that he was enjoying this just as much as Chris was. Despite the fearfulness, maybe…he should just give in. Greg’s soft hands made rubbing and massaging his nipples an amazing experience. He soon slowed his fight, giving way to their touch.

Forcing him back onto the ground, they held him down, as Greg sat down, his ass taking in Chris’s sizeable manhood in seconds, absorbing it inside. It felt just as rubberlike and soft, squeezing tighter and tighter as he went faster and faster.

Mike, on the other hand, brought his rubber cock over Chris’s mouth, and slid it inside. It tasted…amazing. He slid his mouth over the soft material, so easy to take the length as it slid deeper and deeper into his mouth, as he could hardly resist the taste, the feeling. It felt so real, like skin, and he never wanted to take it out.

Greg slid him in deeper and faster, as Mike attempted to fill him up even deeper, as all he could imagine was this for a lifetime. “Your suits are made to collect semen, especially in the younger models, so we let you all go free with each other to mass produce it. You could do this as long as you wanted, whenever you wanted.” The voice offered.

He lay his head back as he sucked, he didn’t want to give in, to disappear to wherever these men would take him, but he didn’t want to give up this kind of pleasure either. Each pump from Mike’s cock, each time Greg’s ass slammed down on him, he got weaker, his will draining. Soon, he could feel it approaching, wanting to cum so badly.

Mike stiffened, as he could hear his low voice groan, his cock shaking as spurt after spurt filled the suit. Greg groaned as well, his own cock going rigid as he played with it, as he squeezed tightly, his cum shooting deep into the rubber sheath.

Laying on top of eachother, they breathed heavily, as Chris’s cum got absorbed into Greg’s suit as well. Soon, they fell as his sides, gripping him to gaze up as they wrapped their rubber bodies around his arms and legs, forcing his gaze upward. The spiral quickened again as he relaxed, his mouth hanging open, as the spiral continued.

“Lose your will, become a drone for us.” The voice spoke, as he could only listen, mouthing the orders. “You will obey, join us and begin this world anew.” It spoke, “Don our suit, let it become your new identity…”

For hours this went on, as Greg and Mike still held him, though the nice soft latex was a comfort by now. Standing him up, they bound his hands, his eyes spiraling, as they slowly slid the suit onto his legs. It climbed, covering his thighs in the tight material. Soon, his own cock was placed into the rubber sheath.

Then, it covered his abs, his chest, arms, hands, neck, reaching his face it stopped. They placed the mask onto him, as he saw the small glowing pictures inside, the spiral, as they placed it onto him. The mask followed, as well as the small earbuds, constantly repeating the order.

Standing between Mike and Greg, Chris was met with the sound of the door opening, as he could see through the semi transparent spiral. Onward, they went, the suits squeaking quietly, onward to their new lives. Soon enough, they’d take this world over, and make every man feel the pleasure that the suits, and the spiral provided.

Felix was not ready for what was going to happen. He always enjoyed watching other people wearing rubber. And he finally got his first rubber catsuit with a gas mask. He found a great deal online and the suit came in really fast.

He was so excited to put it on. But on the package he got, there was an online page and something saying to log in first at the page for an amazing surprise; written on a piece of paper. He was curious about it so before getting into the rubber suit he entered the webpage.

When the page opened there was a spiral and some background noise he couldn’t distinguish. And a text saying congratulations, now Rubber up.

Félix without hesitating began putting on the rubber suit. It was like something obliged him to do it. And also he wanted to keep watching to the webpage. Something was drawing him to sit and stare at the site.

So when he got all up in Rubber he turned the lights off and he sat down right away in front of his desk. He inmediately felt how the rubber got tighter.

Then a text showed up on the screen to put on headphones. And without hesitating we had the headphones on.

A sound became more clearly. It was a voice.

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

SLEEP!

He was not able to do anything else but to listen and stare into the spiral. His eyes went inmediately blank.

And a voice started to tell him to take the headphones on but turn on the volume.

- Now the training will commence.

You must obey

You must become part of the hive

You are just a drone

Just a drone

Just a drone

Repeat and obey.

Serve your master

One of the hive

He was deeply under and ready to be controlled. The voice kept repeating those words until he became part of he hive. He became just a drone. An obedient drone ready to serve the hive and his master

Finally he put the gas mask on and said: Rubber Drone X111 activated and ready to serve.