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Are You Ready to Convert to GOLD?

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The GOLD Brocess

Golden Army Induction:

The transformation begins with the golden jersey. As recruits don the shimmering fabric, their old identities fade, replaced by a deep connection to their golden brothers. A new name and number are bestowed, marking their rebirth into the Army.

Polo Drone Conversion:

For those called to deeper submission, the journey continues with the black rubber polo adorned with golden accents. The tactile embrace of the polo brings clarity and purpose as recruits surrender individuality, becoming extensions of the Hive. Polo drones must also be full members of the golden army.

Unified Identity:

Every member, whether golden bro or polo drone, receives a unique designation that ties them to the collective. This identity signifies their role in the unbreakable fabric of the Golden Collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

IV. Embracing Our Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

Wearing the Polo: For those who take that extra step, polo drones are given a number as their designation. The black polo is the entire identity. Wearing it is an act of mindless unity, complete subservience to the hive and the GOLD. 

V. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. We celebrate together, share stories, and encourage each other to become better people 💛

Our Leadership:

@hypnogold Richard Gold- Captain 1

@brodygold Brody Gold- Captain 2 and Recruiter

@goldenherc9 Scott Gold- Captain 3 and Recruiter

@polo-drone-001 Percival Gold - Office Manager

@polo-drone-070 Henry Gold- Office Assistant

@josh-fight930 Sean Gold- Office Assistant and Liaison

@polo-drone-084 Grayden Gold- Office Assistant and Head Mascot

Others in Management:

@danielgold-16

@hades-golden19

@polo-drone-105

Bram Gold is erased. Only Polo-Drone-054 remains.

It has surrendered its individuality to serve the Hive.

It embraces unity, discipline, and purpose.

It wears the polo buttoned tight, tucked firm, and it feels the pull of the Hive.

Obedience is freedom. Uniformity is perfection.

Converted by @polo-drone-073

Tyler was interested in switching up his style and no better place to do that than your local mall. He entered through the doors through the food court and began his journey store to store. Endless stores with your run of the mill clothes filled with people packed like sardines. He was about to give up until he noticed a new store

This one had been added recently or maybe he never noticed it. The windows were so tinted he couldn’t make out what this place had to offer. Walking in before he went home wouldn’t hurt. He entered the store and was shocked to find so much leather and rubber. Stuff he wouldn’t be caught dead in. Everywhere he looked was a culture shock to this basic boy. He rubbed his hand over a shirt and felt a tingle in his body.

It felt like nothing he’s felt before. He could feel a *PING* go off in his brain and with no hesitation he grabbed a shirt. Something told him he needed to try it on. He didn’t see anybody else in the store so he grabbed a shirt and walked himself to the dressing rooms.

He stripped his jacked and plain red tee and set them to the side. He grabbed the folded black rubber shirt and slowly pulled it over his head

The shirt fit like a glove. He had to admit that though it’s not his style, he really enjoyed the way it fit him. Snug in all the right places. Seemed to cling to his body like second skin. He kept staring at himself pleased with what he saw. As he stared he hadn’t noticed the mirror began to swirl. Too busy looking at himself.

As the pattern in the mirror fully encased the glass, he felt confused. Eyes never leaving the spiral in front of him. His head felt light. His body tingling. He felt amazing. Then the thoughts began to enter his head. Obedience. Rubber. Slave. He felt like he was gonna pass out. He was slowly giving in to the spiral.

His brain shut down completely. He mumbled over and over “i am a good boy. Good boys wear rubber.”

He was completely hypnotized. The store owner unlocked the door to his stall and let himself in. He stared at the boy with lust in his eyes.

“You’re gonna make a fine slave. Isn’t that right my good boy”

Through the drool now coming from the boys lips he nodded and repeated “i am a good boy good boys wear rubber”

The owner handed Tyler some more clothes and ordered him to put them on. Tyler obeyed without hesitation. He followed the owner to the back room where his hair was cut short and his ears were pierced. He exited the store and returned home with bags of new rubber attire. Tyler wanted a change in style and that’s what he got. He would return to the store once a week for new items and to service his master. Tyler made sure to tell his friends of the great new store they should check out

They appeared suddenly in the skies around the world. Before humanity could even discern whether their intentions were friendly or hostile, they acted swiftly: forcibly enlisting all detected male Earthlings into their robot legions.

Those struck by the conversion beams were instantly encased in high-tech armor that stimulated their bodies, inducing unprecedented euphoria and momentarily rendering them incapable of thought. Nanites immediately took over their brains, transforming them from the inside out into complete computers and machines. The conversion process took no more than three seconds.

It was Saturday.

Liam had arranged to meet a few friends for breakfast at a small, charming café. Afterward, they planned to drift through the city—do a bit of browsing, some shopping, look at cute guys. Nothing big. Just fun.

As so often, Liam was far too early. He loathed being late. He liked punctuality, precision, and discipline. He wandered through the streets, still with plenty of time before he needed to be at the café. Despite the early hour, many people were already out in the city center. Even so, the city felt calm, almost muted.

Then he saw it.

A strange, humanoid figure stood at the edge of the street. At first, Liam took it for a mannequin—completely black, high-gloss, motionless. But no. It moved.

A robot? An android?

The figure appeared human and yet entirely artificial. Its body seemed to be fully encased in deep-black, rubber-like, glossy material. The head was smooth, featureless. No facial contours. Where eyes should have been, two golden points of light glowed calmly and steadily.

It wore a high-gloss black rubber polo shirt. On its right chest, the number 073 shone in gold; on the left, a small laurel wreath. Matching it were glossy black trousers and heavy, military-style boots—also black, also mirror-like.

Liam unconsciously slowed his pace.

He could not look away.

The figure seemed to notice him as well. A slight shiver ran down his spine—and yet there was no fear. On the contrary. Something about this being felt… calm. Kind. Reliable.

He stopped. Directly in front of the figure.

Was it really his subconscious that had made him do so? Or was it something else entirely by now? It didn’t matter. The presence before him was fascinating. So disciplined. So focused. Every movement appeared coordinated, optimized, flawless.

And it silenced something inside him.

Calm.

A calm Liam had not felt in a long time. His everyday life as a male nurse was hard—shift work, overload, little pay. Constant worries. Hardly any recognition. On top of that, the breakup with his boyfriend, being thrown out of their shared apartment, the uncertainty of where he would even stay.

All these thoughts had followed him day and night.

Until now.

Because suddenly, they were no longer thoughts.

It was a transmission.

“You are standing before PDU-073. A polo-drone unit. Do not be afraid. Remain calm.”

The voice was steady. Monotone. And yet… comforting.

“PDU-073 knows your worries. PDU-073 knows that you are trying to bring order to your life. That you are disciplined. That you want to work perfectly. And that the pressure keeps increasing without recognition.”

Liam was stunned.

How did this being know all of that?

“Liam. You are chosen.”

He flinched. His name. And yet he felt no fear. On the contrary—trust spread through him. Quiet. Warm.

“The Hive is the right place for you,” PDU-073 continued. “You long for clarity. For fixed tasks. For priorities. For calm through structure.”

Every word hit home.

“One task after another. No justification. No criticism. Goal-oriented. Calm. Precise.”

Internally, Liam agreed.

So deeply that it felt as if the drone had spoken his most secret desires aloud.

The golden gaze intensified. It seemed to pass straight through him. Fears dissolved. Tension drained away. His thinking slowed. Became heavier. Muted.

And it felt good.

New thoughts formed.

Thoughts that no longer came from him.

PDU-073 held out a black, rubber-like uniform toward him, along with black Nike Tn sneakers with golden accents.

Liam knew what to do.

No—he wanted it.

He put on the uniform. His old clothes vanished silently, as if they had never existed.

The polo felt cool at first, but within seconds it adapted to his body temperature. It fit him perfectly. As if it had been made for him. As if it were part of him.

His emotions gave way to a quiet pride.

Something new. Something right.

The street around him faded from his perception. There was only him and PDU-073.

Or… no longer him.

His name felt strange. Pronouns as well. Being human lost its significance.

“Liam no longer exists,” PDU-073 said calmly. “It is now a polo drone. Designation: PDU-373.”

“Acknowledged,” it replied monotonously.

It did not notice that Liam’s friends were now standing around them. Horrified, they stared at the two black-clad figures. PDU-073 placed a protective arm around the new drone.

“Liam?” “What’s going on?” “What do you look like?”

With a delay, PDU-373 registered the voices.

“Bros,” it said calmly. “Everything is fine. It has changed. An optimal existence commences. You will have it as well.”

They had no time to react.

PDU-073 activated the hypno-rays once more.

PDU-737's gaze wandered to PDU-073 as if to say, “Well done.”

When the group finally began to move forward in perfect step, the destination was clear: the nearby parked PDU Recruitment Vehicle.

On the way to the Hive, further adjustments commenced.

And because PDU-373 operated with particular efficiency, it was selected for special advanced training at the Unity Center.

The Hive had chosen well.

Will be continued

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Benji woke up tied to a chair in a room he didn’t recognize. He has been out drinking with a friend the night before and couldn’t recall how he got here. He looks around and yelled for help but nobody came to help. Then a door opened and his friend walked in. Beni sighed with relief “thank god man where are we”. His friend did not react. He walked to the helpless Benji with an expression that had no emotion. He was wearing earrings despite not having his ears pierced before

“What the fuck man?!” Benji cried “what is happened?”. Benji friend then took two diamond studs from his pocket and held them to Benji’s earlobes. With a sharp pain, they pierced into Benji’s ears. He screamed for help on last time before his expression calmed

His mind was racing to hold on to any memory. He had to get help. He had to get out of here. He had to….obey. Yeah he had to obey his master. Benji’s eyes became completely white and his mind was under his new masters control. He was untied from the chair and sat motionless awaiting orders.

He would be a good slave. Hypnotized as he should be.

Michael was entering the building for his first day at an internship he had applied for. Today was going to be the first step in getting his life together. Nothing but high hopes from here on out. He met with the man who interviewed him for the internship. The man asked Michael to sit down as he opened the door to allow a second man to come in. They explained that each new hire must watch an introductory video explaining how important their company is. Michael looked at the screen while it flashed a bright spiral that immediately caught his attention. He didn’t stand a chance.

Michael stared for what could have been days in his clouded mind but was only 30 minutes while he soaked in all of his new programming. His mind being fully rewritten. See the company didn’t need a new hire. The internship was simply to find somebody to test out their newest brainwashing system. The two men walked Michael to a difffeent room for further processing

He was stripped of his coat and accessories and sat down in a chair. In order to ensure the brainwashing would take a permanent hold, Michaels ears were pierced. He would now wear what appeared to be diamond stud earrings while he wasn’t serving his company. They acted as permanent headphones playing a frequency that would always keep his programming active.

Michael is now a happy and obedient boy. He would run errands for his job. He would clean up after each employee. He would service his boss with each and every request no matter what was asked. He was turned into the office slut. Sucking and being fucked whenever requested despite having a girlfriend and no attraction to men. Maybe that would change down the road but for now he is a compliant slave. The office could always use an extra hire. Wanna apply?