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[spiralteewriter]

Robotic

The men of town had gone missing one by one and soon they appeared again but they were different. They returned home and were very stiff and emotionless.

It did not take long for people to figure out that they had been taken and converted into robots.

Cameron and his dad had been hiding for a few weeks. The town was empty except for the converted men who would come out in the day.

One night Cameron’s dad went to get supplies but never returned.

Cameron went out two night later only to find his dad in a recharging station in the street. He had been converted. He was one of them now and there was nothing he could do.

[butlergimp]

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[daikohiki-deactivated20230207]

Empty.

Second week of the New Year. All Christmas trees are gone.

My Sir says it’s the perfect moment to clear my head - radically. In order to become a truly obedient boy I must begin to do away with the dusty attic that is the old self. And so I stand and meditate, twice a day, 45 mins each, and think of only five things - I repeat them, as a mantra.

Chaste. Passive. Obedient. Subservient. Blank.

I stand in the dark. There’s nothing else. It’s not easy - but the effects are there, already. A wonderful numbness. This is what needs to happen. Nothing else matters, now.

[sargedehner-deactivated20230215]

[thebootworshipper]

I could sit and watch this all day, allowing it to reinforce my boot worshiping fetish.

[coldgalaxycupcake]

[thebootworshipper]

As Tom and his muscular friend walked down the corridor, they came across a 6ft guy standing, arms crossed, in the doorway. The brute stared at Tom, then spoke with a deep authoritative voice. “Come in lad, we’ve been expecting you” before stepping to the side. Tom glanced towards his friend who nudged him forward then proceeded to fist bump the built security guard. Stepping across the threshold Tom saw men, similarly built to the security guard and his friend standing around wearing various uniforms, bluff gear, skin gear and other strange outfits. Tom stood in the doorway unsure what to do when his friend walked in behind him, placing his gloved hand on the back of Toms neck. “Dom worry boi, you will get the hang of it” Toms mind started to wonder as he began to glance around the room, counting the boots he knew as ‘serviceable’. Toms friend began to push him towards what seemed like a changing room, “But first, you will need to get dressed”, as he lifted a full rubber suit with the words “Bootlicker” emblazoned around the back from his bag. The night was only beginning for Tom and his drooling tongue. (Enjoy my story and want to help me fulfil a dream of mine. Get in touch!)

[hypnozys]

The Internship

Mark was excited when he was told that he had been accepted for an administrative intership at DroneTech but was worried when he saw that there were six other people applying for the same position.He was told that over the course of the day they would be gradually eliminated until only one remained.

Their first task was to put on the company uniform and report back to the main office.

He entered the changing room and saw the rubber suit hanging on the wall. He knew that he would eventually end up in one having done his research on the company. Nothing prepared him for the sensations putting it on would assault him with. His cock was rock hard before he even got it half way on. Eventually his drive to succeed overpowered the pleasure and he zipped himself up inside the tight suit. Each step back to the main room caused the rubber to grip and caress his entire body pleasurably. To his surprise, four of the applicants were already waiting there, meaning he was only one person away from getting eliminated right out of the gate.

The next challenge was to simply complete a handful of computer training modules. As he sat down at the screen and began his work, he noticed how the monitor would flicker at times and the headphones he was wearing had a strange static crackling in them. The training started off basic enough but again he found that his throbbing erection was distracting him more and more. He casually started rubbing his cock through the rubber with one hand while clicking through the various modules. After a short while his screen flashed complete and displayed a number 2. He sighed with relief now that he wasn't in dead last this time.

He was never reunited with the other applicants but was told that last challenge was a simple one. He simply had to work as a low level employee for the remained of the day and they would be graded on their performance. Mark reasoned it was to better understand how they operated and give some perspective when making decisions higher up.

The first thing he would need to do is complete the uniform and was given a heavy black shiny helmet. Eager to show his dedication he quickly put it over his head. As soon as it was on his head he heard a click and felt something press into his ears. A loud warbling sound echoed through his head as the inside of the helmet lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors.

Mark quickly tried to pull the helmet off but it was firmly affixed to his head. The sound and colors quickly drowned out his mind and he stood there as he was bombarded with programming. His posture relaxed as his hands reached down and started rubbing his cock through the rubber.

Time lost its meaning to the man as he was slowly pleasuring himself into a state of mindless obedience. A couple hours later and Drone MK-7384 exited the training room and began its first day as a proper drone.

Unbeknownst to Mark, the entire elimination process was nothing but a sham. The real intern had already been selected and rather than have the other applicant's talents potentially go to a competitor, DroneTech decided to provide them a much more permanent employment opportunity.

(I do not own any of the images used here, if you do any want them removed, do not hesitate to let me know and I will gladly take them down)

[stuff1]

[suitnskinboy]

I submit to ThinkPol for training and re-education.

[varkas108]

They'd be all over me...my brain does way too much thinking most of the time. I suspect I'd be a top priority for arrest and "rehabilitation"

[vlord76]

Whenever I come across this Billy Unger tied up (showing bulge!) scene from Disney’s “Lab Rats” I keep thinking about the missing gag… so I added one :)

[mrfotoarchives]

[bowtiedboi]

I’m often asked where I draw inspiration from, and I can tell you exactly where: reality television.

I’m not joking.

There was a short-lived UK show on in the early 00s called Masters and Servants. It would take two families, most of them not very well off, and play a game. One family would be the ‘servants’ to the ‘Masters’ one week, and then they would swap places. A disaster of a show. They tried to capture what made Wife Swap or those types of reality shows work, and it just didn’t. No one would play ball in the second week. Most Masters-turned-servants gave up and refused to carry on with the game. And the servants-turned-Masters were too interested in getting revenge.

I remember the young men would be dressed like this. Red bowtie, red waistcoat, white shirt, black trousers, shiny black shoes.

I’ll never forgot watching it as a teen, and seeing one episode. This 19-year-old guy normally used to trackies and sweats was forced to dress up to the nines to serve an older son of a different family. This one guy, a tall blond guy, behind that masculine bravado was a little meek. A bit nervous, even.

Putting that bowtie around his neck changed him. You could just tell. He got into it. He liked it. He wondered what it would be like to shine a Master’s shoes and dress a Master each day. Serving him lunch. Waiting on a Master. Begging to please him on his knees.

Each time the camera caught him, I saw someone getting off on the idea of submission. His dirty post-pubescent brain was probably going wild.

But unlike my own enraptured horny self, his transformation was all caught on camera. There was one scene where he pleaded with his sister to keep calm and carry on doing her chores. And then when she didn’t do them, he did them and his own himself. I wondered how far and how fast he fell into the idea of being owned.

Some nights I hope, after the cameras and lights all left, that this guy found a true Master that gave him what he needed. A place in service. Just where he belonged.

[tfcaptions]

[tfcaptions]

[tfcaptions]

[goodimpressionofmyself]

conformist urges trigger the loser circuit

[muzzlewi]

[boxbrfs]

SFW

[hypnoladz]

[myblueblazer]

[bowtiedboi]

My best friend Anthony had been acting strange ever since he joined that group and started wearing those stupid bow ties.

Every day he had come over after his meeting, I was playing a few video games like normal. Every day he kept on badgering me to go with him to the next one.

‘I dunno man, it seems like a lot of effort…’ I said.

‘It’s no effort at all bro!’ Anthony said, smiling widely. He never used to call me bro.

‘You need to get out of the house bro. This is exactly what you need.

‘It’s a group of all guys and we all help each other. My mentor is helping me to dress better, style my hair properly. Look at me, I’m even playing lacrosse!’

‘Ant, you look like from some…’ I didn’t know how to say it. ‘Like you’re some Stepford guy or something. Why so preppy? What happened to those band t-shirts you loved to wear?’

‘I’m a lot happier now bro,’ Anthony responded. ‘It’s a lot easier to conform. My mentor tells me what to wear and I do it. Join me bro. Join the brotherhood. Please, I really want you there.’

I said I would go to one meeting if he would drop it, but that’s all it took. I’m now a lot happier now I’ve joined my bowtied bros. Everyone always points out how much more I smile and how well I dress now I sport a crisp shirt and bow tie on a daily basis.

As I learned the rules with my mentor and my bros, conformity is key. Preppy is perfect. Perfection is preppy. All men must conform.

[bodriversblog]

Lately it seems people on Tumblr haven’t been saying or hearing much about the man they dubbed “The Voice.” But even without the attention, he’s still constantly growing our TEAM. His latest victim used to be an insufferable manbunned gallerist named Grant. Our bro Mikey got to his phone with Coach’s virus and turned all the audio files to CONVERT2JOCK.mp3. Grant stood no chance against the hypno file, and by the time Coach came to collect him, he was already a blanked out meathead bro, completely devoted to muscle and Coach’s will. Grant was completely erased, and in his place lives Gunz, who now obeys every word of the LIFTWITHCOACH playlist with the rest of us as we chase gains in Coach’s gym. Yes, I’m one of the converted, but Coach allowed me to keep this piece of myself that can write good so that we can start recruiting bros online. With the lockdowns shutting down most of his usual hunting grounds, Coach is now accepting anyone who will submit to Coach’s voice.

So do it. Join the team bro.

[hypnolad]

Controlled By His Helmet…

…he will obey the coaches orders

[playernumber10]

Would absolutely love to be controlled by one of these helmets