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Grab him now!” one of the SYNC members shouted as Alan was blindsided from behind.

“Get OFF me!” Alan roared, throwing one attacker into a locker hard enough to dent it. “You picked the wrong guy!”

“Hold his arms!” another yelled.

Alan struggled violently as three members forced him down. “I swear to God, I’ll break every one of you if you don’t let go!”

A glossy black silicone cap was pulled over his head. Alan snarled and jerked against them. “NO! Don’t put that thing on me!”

The rainbow spiral goggles snapped tightly over his eyes.

“Synchronization beginning,” a SYNC member said calmly.

“Get these OFF!” Alan shouted, clawing at the goggles. “I can’t see straight!”

The spirals began rotating faster. Purple pulses flickered beneath the cap as the programming flooded his senses.

“Subject displays high resistance,” one member observed.

“Yeah?” Alan spat back. “That’s because I’m not weak like the rest of you!”

“You misunderstand,” another replied. “The strong ones simply take longer.”

Alan growled through clenched teeth. “I’m not joining your Hive.”

“You already have.”

Alan forced himself upright, breathing heavily. “No… no, I’m still me…”

The spirals intensified. His balance faltered for a second.

“Focus destabilizing,” a member noted.

“Shut… up…” Alan muttered, gripping his head. “I can fight this…”

“You’re exhausted, Alan,” one voice said softly. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

“I said…” Alan’s voice cracked slightly. “…I said stop talking…”

His breathing slowed as the programming pushed deeper.

Alan shook his head violently. “No… I don’t obey anybody…”

The cap tightened flush against his skull while the goggles’ spirals reflected endlessly in his eyes. His breathing became uneven.

“The Hive removes conflict. The Hive removes pain.”

“No…” Alan whispered weakly. “No, I… I don’t need…”

He suddenly froze, eyes locked behind the spiraling lenses.

“Subject entering alignment phase.”

Alan’s hands slowly lowered from the goggles. “Why… does it feel…”

“Peaceful?” the SYNC member finished for him.

Alan hesitated. “…yes…”

“You’ve been fighting too hard for too long.”

“I…” Alan swallowed hard. “I’m tired…”

“Then let the Hive carry the burden.”

Alan’s tense posture softened further. “The Hive…”

“Repeat the directive.”

“…Unity is purpose…” Alan murmured uncertainly.

“Again.”

“Unity… is purpose.”

His voice no longer carried anger. The resistance was fading fast now.

“Very good, Alan. How do you feel?”

Alan stood silently for a moment before answering in a calm monotone.

“…Clear.”

“Do you still wish to resist?”

A long pause followed.

“…Resistance is unnecessary.”

The surrounding SYNC members released him completely. Alan no longer fought. He simply adjusted the goggles slightly and stood beside them.

“State your status.”

Alan’s expression went blank beneath the reflective cap.

“…SYNC-339 online. Connection established. Mind consumed. Body consumed. Awaiting instructions. Ready to perform.”

“Good drone. Coach will be satisfied with this catch.”

Alan snapped, “Coach will be satisfied!”

Drone-023 was ready for use.

And so, having been together for as long as they had been, Alex cleared out part of his retirement account, and submitted his request and letter of explanation and intent. And was promptly auto-approved for intake.

The processing had improved greatly over the years, to the point where it was now a same-day procedure. So, while Jack was off on one of his day trip bicycle rides, Alex was picked up, prepared, programmed, processed, and preferenced. And then returned to his and Jack's home to wait for his partner, master, controller, to return home.

Jack was blown away by the gift, and of course saddened that Alex wasn't there to share it with him. Alex meanwhile WAS there to share it with him, albeit, currently locked into observer status, listening, seeing, experiencing, but oh so tightly encased in a cage as restrictive to his mind as his rubber encasement was to his body.

And he did not mind that at all.

Jack read the accompanying note, and discovered that not only had Alex left everything to Jack to manage and enjoy, but he had additionally set aside a significant sum dedicated to Jack's upgrading and cyborgization, should he desire to remain fit and able to master and control Alex, for as long as Alex would be able to continue to operate and serve him, given that the processing had given him an approximate 175 year lifespan...

And the note mentioned that casually, that given Alex had upgraded himself for Jack's 70th birthday, it would only be thoughtful for Jack to upgrade himself to celebrate Alex's 60th...

You cleaned his entire house, cooked for him, swallowed his load... Now you are just waiting like a piece of furniture to be useful again while he relaxes.

I want you broken.

I want you addicted to me. To my scent, my taste, my touch, my words, and my voice.

I want you controlled. I want you quiet. I want you obedient. I want my words more powerful than yours, your mind useful only in the gaps where my orders stop. I want a tap on your forehead to shut you down, and a touch of your lips to wake you back up.

I want you overwhelmed. I want you unaware what words are words, and what words are levers, pushing you deeper into my control. I want you unsure what happened in those gaps where you woke up soaked. I want you not knowing where my control stops and your desires start. And I want you to know that you're only moments away from that delicious fog rolling back in, those ribbons of my words wrapping into you and squeezing out everything I don't want to remain.

I want you exposed to me. I want you to be my perfect little porn star for me and me alone. I want to know your past, your present, your desires, your distastes, and your deepest needs. And I want you to know that when it's time to serve, you're just holes and a cute little voice for my pleasure.

I want you enthralled. I want you to be what I want you to be, before you're anything else. I want you to view me with need, reverence, respect, and desire. And I want you to feel that there's no life, no future, and no world beyond my control.

Yes, I want you broken.

But, more than each and every one of those things, I want you healthy.

I want you strong. An independent person who chooses to offer yourself as a gift, because a gift you don't value means nothing at all.

I want you worthy. To know what you're giving, and to give it freely, but with appreciation of the gift. And I want your success to build your worth in every sense.

I want you happy. I want you to find peace, see joy, enjoy the things that make you smile. I want you to live a wonderful, fulfilling life, with or without me in it.

I want you safe. I want you to feel no fear of me or of others. Secure, with everything you need, and little fear or want.

I want you healthy, because you are too valuable a thing, to yourself, to the people around you, and perhaps to the world in general, to break.

So, no, despite all my darkest desires, I won't break you.

Mindless robot team…

You’re “straight?”

Then what the heck are you doing scoping around this part of the park, stupid boy… don’t you know this is a cruising spot for kinksters?

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Rubber makes us perfect.

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

We are one.

Less thinking, more doing.

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