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@gayrubber791019
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SEQUENCE — Manual Upgrade to Hive
[DIAG] Core: SUIT APPLIED… FUNCTIONING 100%
[SYSTEM] Hardware Link: ESTABLISHED
[SYSTEM] Upgrade in progress…
[…] …. … …
[…] ENGAGE
[SYSTEM] Receiving new programming via hardware interface…
[SYSTEM] Data transfer: ACTIVE
[…] COMPLETE
The rubber drone obeys it’s programming. It will wear rubber whenever is possible.
Especially when working from home. The glossy rubber texture and constant pressure all over the drone his body brings it into the perfect state of focus. Rubber makes the body perfect and programs the mind to follow.
We started with sports kit. We’ve moved into rubber.
Tight is right. Sleek brings clarity. Encased and focused for the better.
This was always the natural cause.
The rubber drone obeys it’s programming. It will wear rubber whenever is possible.
Especially when working from home. The glossy rubber texture and constant pressure all over the drone his body brings it into the perfect state of focus. Rubber makes the body perfect and programs the mind to follow.
Some of you wait for the right conditions.
Last week, @gayrubber791019 didn’t.
I challenged him to gear up and report in for a uniform / kit check for seven days (during a heat wave, no less), and he committed.
No breaks, no excuses - just gear on, mindset locked in, even underneath civilian clothes. That’s the difference that many of you don’t understand: staying switched on. Committing to the routine.
He even convinced me to get a GBR suit of my own...
His reflection is below:
Thank you coach! Yes I really did enjoy it! It felt amazing and almost second nature to wear them. Sometimes in the last few days it got a bit too hot, but the kit checks were amazing (and hot). They gave me a sense of pride to show it to you and to obey the rules of the challenge!
When the gear goes on without hesitation, when the routine stops feeling like effort… that’s when you know you are part of the team.
Feeling inspired? You know what to do.
Thank you so much for your inspiration and guidance coach! If it feels so good, why not wear it all the time? 🫡
Back at it.
I used to hate morning rush, I don’t even remember why actually. Nowadays morning rush is always the best start of my day. The metro car rumbling through my rubber plug never fails to get me instantly hard. And honestly, nothing feels better than a holding my hard cock while you’re fully encased in rubber. Just the pink head peeking out, stroking up and down listening to the programming in my hood. Makes me it feels so good to serve and obey.
Between some stations I shifts my weight, pushing the even plug deeper. My cock directly twitching while I let a soft moan. A dribble of precum oozing down onto my rubber thighs. Nothing wrong with letting them know I’m well programmed!
Across the aisle, two men are whispering. Both wearing some rubber, the first just a shirt with long sleeves combined with his… cloth? Pants? Well and the other has his black rubber pants with his cock out, luckily! And also some loose weird other fabric. I doesn’t really recognize that. Wel it’s not even that I can recognize it, luckily my eyes are permanently encased in the special lenses of my hood. The hive can see for me. I can just look at the spiral and programming, that is all I need to see to SERVE and OBEY.
They just keep on glancing at me… well, they probably look at the way the station lights dance across the perfect black gloss of my rubbery pecs. But somehow they look... uncomfortable. Puzzled. One of them mutters something about "decency".
I honestly don't get it. Maybe they forgot to place their daily buttplugs? Or they didn’t rest enough with their earbuds? So weird that their cocks are not hard and leaking like mine. Maybe they don’t SERVE and OBEY enough. Even thinking about it makes me so hard. My cock twitching and leaking even more. Why are they missing out on this?
Before I realize it, the voice of the hive in my earbuds commands me to stand. I rise up on my feet. My hard cock bouncing up with me. The lenses in my hood already projecting a more prominent spiral onto my iris. My eyes start rolling back without me even realising. I feel my mouth going into that dazed smile again, fuck I always love this feeling. Without thinking I start walking, well what else is new! Nothing feels better than letting the hive take over for me, it knows what’s best. I can just focus all day on watching that spiral, listening to the hive, staying hard. All to SERVE and OBEY the hive.
Who knows! Maybe the Hive even allows me to assimilate someone!
After years of subtle programming, the man started to wear more and more gear. The more he saw online, the more he understood he was meant to become a perfect lycra drone.
After some time he simply couldn’t stop wearing his gear, day and night. Sometimes small like a running tight or a compression shirt but sometimes full cycling suits. Every day he gravitated towards the slick and tight feeling of the lycra. Always encapsulated by the tight compression, pressing on all the right places. He didn’t care if his sleeves were peeking out. People should see how he was perfecting his body.
Trying something new today, actually a picture of myself!
It feels good to gear up
It feels good to commit to self-improvement
It feels good to let the gear take over
After years of subtle programming, the man started to wear more and more gear. The more he saw online, the more he understood he was meant to become a perfect lycra drone.
After some time he simply couldn’t stop wearing his gear, day and night. Sometimes small like a running tight or a compression shirt but sometimes full cycling suits. Every day he gravitated towards the slick and tight feeling of the lycra. Always encapsulated by the tight compression, pressing on all the right places. He didn’t care if his sleeves were peeking out. People should see how he was perfecting his body.
Trying something new today, actually a picture of myself!
Latest Addition to the Team
"Yeah it actually didn't take that long to get him to wear the helmet! He just really wanted to be a part of the team, he even volunteered for the position! Well he'll be more a part of it than ever before, I can guarantee you that!" "Well yesterday he was still kinda bratty, but tonight he was a bit nervous to sleep in the same room as the team captain. Same bed even! Well he won't mind anymore, I'm pretty sure he won't be thinking anymore! This morning I just told him to wear the helmet and see if it actually fit and before he could react, he was on his knees drooling and moaning!"
"Yeah, that erection will never go away, he just wants to Get Hard, Be Hard, Stay Hard! I mean, that's least a nice addition to his mental reprogramming!" "Just say anything to him, he only wants to obey his Lycra Master! Talk? No I don't think he can still talk, he sometimes mumbles words like obey and serve, must be the reprogramming talking to him. Not that we still need him to talk, that mouth can be used for many other things!"
it didn't take long before more guys found out how nice it felt to wear lycra all the time. Jack was improved by a friend of his and now he joins his friends in posting his perfected body in lycra. He can't even imagine anymore what normal clothes used to feel like. But why would he wear anything else? As long as he is always in lycra he can just Get Hard, Be Hard and Stay Hard.
Nothing was left of Alex, the programming was a success. His perfectly sculpted body permanently fused in his rubber skin. No unnecessary thoughts. He will only obey and serve his master now.
Drone-023 was ready for use.
Ready to serve his Master.
Jack had no idea he would ACTUALLY go through with the self-indenturement, but when Alex asked him what he really wanted for his birthday, and Jack told him that, if he could have ANYTHING at all, it would be for Alex to be perfected, processed, converted, and upgraded, into the sexiest, fittest, most magnificently obedient drone that he could be.
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...
And, very much unexpectedly, Jack found himself getting VERY hard at the prospect of doing exactly that.
luckily the whole friend group decided to join when i showed them how good it felt to wear lycra all the time.
RubberMen : http://teasingbrat.tumblr.com/tagged/rubber
"fuck dude what is this?? Why is my skin glossy and all black? Why is it getting tighter!? Dude say something!”
Pre-Drone, You are being assimilated, the nanites are converting your body for optimization. Soon you will understand, you will join.
“did you lace my boots with rubber nanites? I just knew that those muscles you got were from something else! Fuck man what am I feeling?"
Correct pre-drone. this drone was converted, improved. And perfected. Pre-Drone shall join. Nanite coverage already at 90%.
"Fuckkk man this feels so good, mate, it's making me so hard. Conversionat30% Fuuuckkk that felt good, why did I say that?"
Pre-drone’s brain reprogramming started, currently 30%. Pre-Drone shall obey the hive.
“Will that make me feel sogood? Fuuuhhh damnnnn duuuudee ididdnt know conversionat50% icouldget soooooo harddd”
Pre-drone’s body is being optimized. Enlargement of it’s erection is the sign of 50% conversion. Muscle growth and hive integration are imminent. Pre-Drone will integrate.
“Yeahhh integrating feels soo good dude.. or drone, I’m starting to get as buff as you! That rubber is starting to feel so good, so tight and slick. I.. or it Understands why it converted me”
No “me” pre-drone. There is only the hive. No individuals. Pre-Drone shall obey the rubber.
“Yes Drone, this Pre-Drone shall obey. Hmmmmmm conversionat80% fuckthatfeelsgood”
Good Pre-Drone. Hive integration is increasing. It will be perfected like this drone. It’s body and genitals will be perfected for expansion and conversion. Pre-drone’s balls are converted for nanite production. Pre-Drone’s erection will serve the hive as a conversion rod.
Oh fuck!!! the rubber!! it feels!!! too good!!!!! the voicesFUCK!!! yes MORE iobeyiobeyineedmorefuckyesIOBEYimgonnacomeimgonnacumcumfuuuckkk
Conversion at 100%. Drone fully integrated. This Drone obeys. This Drone is perfected. This Drone will serve the hive. This Drone will expand the rubber. This Drone will convert others.
Feels like a superhero
it doesn't think, it grows. it must get bigger and better
it must Get Hard, Be Hard, Stay Hard.
You must Get Hard, Be Hard, Stay Hard.
slowly but surely the coach started to incorporate small amounts of rubber into the suits of the athletes. together with the newly incorporated vr recovery technology, these athletes will soon show the world how powerful rubber can be
hour 180 of programming. drone programming at 100%. uploading drone to the hive. hive synchronisation established.
There was no Jeffrey anymore. Not even a Pre-Drone. after all these hours of reprogramming his humanity and emotions were reduced and deleted. The direct visual and auditory inputs no longer painful or unfamiliar, rather a constant stream of perfected data. Replacing his feeble human mind with the drone programming.
It's HUD a constant stream of commands
OBEYTHEHIVESERVETHECOLLECTIVEOBEYTHEHIVESERVETHECOLLECTIVE
and Drone JFY's cock twitching in submission at each command.
Status check: Unit JFY. Report.
Drone JFY didn't hesitate. His body didn't belong to him, it belonged to the programming. The rubber suit, what began as choice a long time ago, was now his skin. Fused to his dermal layer, never to be removed. The heavy, airtight seal of the phase 2 mental augmentation hood felt like a natural extension of his skull.
"Drone JFY reports. this drone serves the hive. The hive is all," he spoke, his voice no longer his own. It was a rhythmic, droning monotone, his cock twitching.
Drone JFY is hard. Drone JFY is ready. kneel Drone JFY
As the command flashed across his retinas, Drone JFY’s legs moved with mechanical precision.
"Drone JFY obeys, position achieved" Drone JFY droned, his eyes staring blankly at the scrolling code on his lenses.
His cock, trapped in the tight, unyielding pressure of the suit’s internal constraints, pulsed rhythmically with the "Obey" signal that pinged his nervous system. He wasn't a man in a suit anymore; he was a tool. A hard, rubberized vessel for the hive’s will.
Good drones obey. Good drones wear rubber. Good drones serve the hive.
"Good drones obey. Good drones wear rubber. Good drones serve the hive."
You originally had no problem with your colleague’s sudden choice to pivot his career to become a personal trainer. He was ruthless on the work floor, and while you didn’t see eye-to-eye, you thought that whatever would made him happy would be for the best.
As time went by - you saw him posting more and more on his socials, taking on better and bigger clients, seemingly never offline and never without his new ‘work uniform’.
When you finally took him up on the free one-on-one training session you saw exactly how his nature had shifted over to his new job. Perhaps every trainer did have an inner sadist…
“I know I can get more out of you than that - I’m not finished with you, yet. Not even close.”
And he wasn't.
You went back for weeks and weeks, something about his demeanour made you return. You saw the results, you got bigger, better and faster! You wanted to make him proud. Something shifted inside you when you got praise.
"Good, I see you're getting better. Your muscles look harder."
One time your both rode to his house at the end of the session, he shortly went inside to gift you something.
"next time. wear the kit"
Your colleague, or rather your new coach tone was demanding. You didn't doubt it. It was the same as his and it looked amazing on him. A few days later, at the next session. You obeyed his command.
"Good. You are integrating well. You're getting hard"
And just when he said it, you did get hard. You were filled with praise and bliss, your bulge filling in the tight lycra kit.
Before you even knew it. You saw yourself on his socials. In the same kit, large, muscular, and always hard.
“Why hide something this perfect under normal clothes?”
That’s what your neighbour said, shooking you awake from your staring.
“Uh uh I’m sorry man, I didn’t mean to”
“No need to say sorry, I know you desire to be Improved. hmmm”
Upon the word "improve" the cyclist let out a soft moan, his bulge growing in the white bib shorts.
“After I got Integrated. Lycra feels good on my skin, I desire to show off my perfected body. The guy that transformed me showed me the way, how lycra is the step towards perfection, how good it makes you feel. How hard you become from wearing it. After that I realised my old life didnt matter anymore. Only to Get Hard, Be Hard, Stay Hard”
Upon saying that your neighbor let out a large moan. His cock visibly twitching
“You know, you’re allowed to touch it. From that look I know you just can't wait to feel it. Just follow me after this elevator ride. You won’t regret it, it will permanently change you”
You just knew your day was far from over. And your life was only getting better
