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Rubber Story: The Assimilation - Become Rubberbiodroid
Hello all, I decided to share my all time favourite story. I found it on the net quiet a while ago and it was a hetero style fetish story. So I decided to keep the content and rewrite it in terms of gender and sexuality. While I did so the story developed further in my mind and I pimped it with all the nasty thoughts in my head and my favourite gear: heavy duty rubber, gasmasks, breathing gear. Hope you enjoy the ride. If so leave a comment! Greetz
The Assimilation
In the year 2040, the global council decided that criminals are handed over to a new facility created by government scientists, the Biodroid Facility. Inside, these scientists have designed a hive mind, where convicts are assimilated into a Collective, becoming half-man half-machine. Enduring unbelievable pleasure in the process.
Mike, a curious 23 year old blonde muscular bloke hearing stories about the Hive, is keen to see inside the facility. But he has an ulterior motive for taking his unsuspecting boyfriend, Dan.
“What the Hell are we doing here?” Dan exclaimed, as they neared the huge grey building .
“This is the Biodroid Facility, for God’s sake! You‘ve heard the stories about this place!”
Mike, grabbed Dan’s arm. “Come on, lets take the tour, lets see if the stories are true!”
The guards did not challenge them as they entered the building. They had no interest in keeping subjects out of the facility. They entered the lobby, where they were immediately greeted by a gorgeous, bright blue eyed guy, named Lucas he would be their tour guide. Lukas was not just any odd tour guide however, he was also one of the leading scientists (with a bit of a fetish, in this kind of thing) that had helped create the facility, two years previous.
“Hi!” he enthused. “Welcome to the world-famous Biodroid Facility. If you want to see the latest in cyborg technology, you’ve definitely come to the right place. And we’re delighted to see you here.”
“This way, please. We’ll hit the research labs first.”
He led them through a series of softly sliding dull steel doors. They emerged in a long, window-lined corridor. Behind the windows, was a row of men. Each were young and muscular. Some wore what looked like black latex body suits, some were naked. Some were sat in chairs others lay on tables .Wires, tubes, hoses and cables protruded from their skulls, bellies and dicks. The boys, moaned, mewed, twitched, convulsed and each shared a lustful gaze.
On the other side of the corridor, there sat a row of men. Each engaged in similar sexual experimentation to the others, opposite. Men, in a tight white latex uniform made careful notes on their clipboards.
“This is where we design our interfaces and hardware” Lucas explained. “With the interfaces, our goal is to transmit pleasure from our drones nervous system into the Hive as efficiently as possible. And we’re doing pretty well. Today’s interface is twice as effective as last year’s”.
The lovers followed their guide, as he walked further down the corridor.
“One of the projects I’m working on currently, is the mating of two of our drones.”
“Who knows, maybe one day we will be able to create a super-race of humans, from this collective.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t show that bit of our research department. It’s still classified, the military seem quite interested in it!.”
Lucas, glanced at his clipboard. “Oh, Yes.” he smiled, “It seems like we have a bit of a treat in store, for you two.” He turned to the stainless steel door, swiping his security card through the slot in the wall. “Come with me, you’re about to see something guests and visitors, don’t normally get to see.”
Lucas lead the two lovers through a series of corridors, they seemed to carry on forever. Until finally, they reached a single stainless steel door.
“This is one of our punishment and detention units. Before assimilation, the criminals are brought to these units for punishment to begin. Here, we have one prisoner arriving and one leaving”. Lucas explained.
Again, Lucas swiped his card and the door slid open. Inside, the room was about the size of half a tennis court. It was warm, very humid and smelt a bit like a sweaty gym. Surrounding the room were several pods, each pod was about six foot high, with a curved glass front. A curious pink fluid filled the pods and as the two lovers neared them, they realized each contained an inhabitant. Three quarters of these, seemed to be occupied. Faint moaning could be heard through the glass. Dan, peered through the glass, they were all trying to thrust their hips.
Inside the empty chambers, was a metallic plate in an upright position. The plate contained an indented profile, of a human body and it was obviously the rear. A large, smooth metallic phallus protruded from the concave butt of the profile.
“What’s the punishment then?.” Mike asked.
“Well, this is the part of the project I’m particularly proud of. Convicts are brought here before their assimilation and held in a state of extreme sexual excitement. Dependant on the crime, some can be in here for as long as twelve months. However sexual climax can never be attained. Trust me, by the end of it, they’re gagging for release. ”
Soon after entering the room, two guards entered. Carrying, a completely naked young man, they dragged the bloke in by the arms. The guards were dressed in substantial black body armor, thick rubber gleaming from underneath each had a hooded S10 gasmask with tinted lenses strapped over their head padlocked to a thick rubber collar. From each mask 2 corrugated hoses extended to a backpack where they joined a T-valve connected to two rubber breathing bags and a medium sized gas bottle. The valves and mounting threads were all covered with rubber and seemed glued to be irremovable. Same for the harness of the backpack. The rebreathing bags were already inflating and deflating heavily. Each wore matching black rubber gloves and heavy duty boots all locked on with padlocked rubber shackles.
“You sick, fucking bastards.” the bloke screamed.
That had been his last insults shouted as one of the guards roughly pushed a thick red ballgag into his mouth and tightly buckled it behind his head.
The young man, seemed to have a web of dark silver strands, over his upper body, nipples and crotch. They looked almost like, raised grey veins.
“As you can see, they’ve already been working on him downstairs. Those silver lines you see on his body, are the surface components of the orgasm-suppressant hardware, he‘s been fitted with. Basically, the hardware consists of electro-contractile metallic fibres, these fibres are coiled around the muscles that spasm during orgasm. As the subject reaches the peak of sexual excitement, these fibres contract and arrest the muscles. Also, if the hardware were to fail, the drug we administer through the breathing gear, will suppress any orgasm. Thus, climax is totally impossible, no matter how much stimulation they receive.”
Mike grew evermore interested in Lucas’s commentary. “And this is the same with every male subject.”
“Yes, Totally.” Lucas turned and pointed to one of the pods on the other side of the room. “You see that one, he’s been in there a month and his sentence is up. Once the guards have finished with the new boy here, he’s coming out! You‘ll get a good demonstration then.”
Lucas, turned back to face the new subject who was still struggling against the guards.
“This one, is to receive “special” treatment. He was convicted this morning, for helping the homosexual underground militia. He has been given the maximum sentence, twelve months.” Lucas grinned, “You see between his legs.”
The two lovers, stared at the subjects crotch. A cylinder protruded from his groin and pocking from the top of this were two small pins, about an half an inch tall.
“The cylinder has ports you see, it is a standard attachment. But that little o-shaped nub below it, that’s a nasty add-on, trust me! He’s been fitted with a prostate stimulator, it‘ll drive him to the verge of madness.”
The guards continued, to carry the boy to one of the vacant chambers. One of them, reached into the chamber and withdrew what appeared to be a black heavy latex surf suit with arms that ended straitjacket-like hugging the own body and a hooded gas mask with a wide collar attached. The boy eyed the two items and began to scream again. Only muffled grunts escaped his mouth.
He continued to stain against the guards that were breathing rapidly through their nearly closed systems by now. But, it was clear even though the man was not going to win this battle against the muscular guards. The two men forced the boy into the prelubed suit, with a snap the heavy collar of the suit was in place and the boy was efficiently embracing his own body.
“Why are they putting him into this latex suit?” Dan enquired. He didn’t show it, but he was becoming quite disturbed about the unfolding scene.
“The suit is made of a special material we’ve developed here, we call slickskin. You saw some, back in the research labs. It’s a impregnated polymer latex, that promotes sexual hormone production, excitement and sensitivity. Not only that, but its highly elastic and contours to the wearers body extremely well. You’ll see even more and heavier of it, in the next part of the tour. The thick inter-face suits we use during the assimilation process, are made from it too.”
The guards lifted the subject, impaling his tight little ass, on the rubber knob at the back of the pod. The boy arched his back and yelped, as the slick shaft slid deep into him. The knob, virtually immobilised the boy further, his kicking and flailing ceased. The restraint system, then pinned the bloke into the impression behind.
The guard left holding the mask, stepped forward. He pulled the boys head forward and slid the mask over. It was a full “hood type” mask that wrapped tightly round his head, the front contained two small glass eye holes and a single reinforced hose that dangled from the mouth. The collars of the suit and the hood connected to each other and were padlocked shut. The guard, then connected the hose into a socket in the rear of the pod. The boys upper body now heavily heaving, as his breathing became ragged through the mask. Steroids, hormones and oxygen were now being pumped into the mask. The boys muffled cries turned to mews, the suit and gas were speedily taking effect on his body.
The guards initiated the pods equipment. An arm ascended from the floor and socketed into the cylinders port, with a loud click. It was obvious the boy was now having intense pleasure introduced, every muscle in his body seemed to clench. Two more arms snaked over his nips, each ending in a chrome ring. The rings pierced through the suit and locked themselves onto his nipples, they immediately began to enlarge.
“Over the course of the punishment we expect, primary and secondary sexual organs to enlarge by as much as 100%.”
The pod began to flood with the strange pink substance, the rest of the pods were filled with. The liquid was a synthetic embryonic fluid, that would allow the still human inmate, to survive without food or sleep.
“Dependant upon the prisoners arousal levels, the pod will, download or upload diluted pleasure directly from the hive. Of course, the hardware we‘ve installed, will never let him cum.”
Dan, stood speechless, as this young man was put through this ordeal. He watched him try to buck his hips, his belly undulating in the process. But to no avail, he would never going to be able to reach his goal.
“Give it up, you won’t get there.” Lucas said, with glee.
He turned to the guards that seemed to knew what was to come now. Lucas pushed a button on a small remote control. With a click the valves on their breathing systems turned to fully closed and sealed from the outside world. A loud hiss in their thightly strapped gasmasks and also a faint whirring of pumps could be heard as the guards’ buttplugs and gags were inflating to the max. Soft moans escaped the guards masked faces.
Lucas said “This is the guards reward and training at the same time. They got a highly concentrated dose of poppers shot into their now closed breathing systems. They have to process the next subject before they collapse in orgasm or pass out. If they pass out they will subjected to special punishment later.”
The lovers watched the now unsteady steps and the rapidly increasing inflating and deflating rhythm of the guards’ breathing bags. As they neared the pod containing the now to be freed male subject.
“Now watch this!”
The three followed the guards to the pod Lucas had pointed out, just a few moments before. One of them reached to the consol and deactivated the pod. Immediately, the guy inside began to cum violently, his body crashed against the chrome restraints. His cock tugged at the tubes and hoses connected to it. Slowly the spasms slowed, the fluid drained from the pod and the guards released the restraints and tubes. His body collapsed from the pod and crashed to the floor.
Moaning, the guards tried to drag him back through the door they had entered but on the way one of them fell to the floor. Another hiss and in terror both guards were trying to remove their locked on gasmask hoods with gloved hands but to no avail. As they got more and more panicked due to the lack of fresh air and the amount of amyl in their collapsing breathing bags both bodies spasmed. The one who fell to the floor passed out and the other pantingly on his knees climaxed into his suits. With a click their breathing systems set back to normal. Two additional guards entered the room and carried the inmate freed from the pod away. Shortly they entered again and all three dragged the unconscious guard out. Punishment awaited him.
“That’s all folks” Lucas, announced with an evil grin. “Unfortunately, this subject is going back to the research labs, we‘ve some tests to run. So we won’t be seeing an assimilation today, I’m afraid. But we‘ll see how they end up, we‘re off the main halls now!”
Mikes heart sank slightly as he was told this. He was desperate, to see more helpless souls harnessed into rubber and machines. But he knew he would soon, be seeing the great halls he’d heard about.
He turned to Dan, “That was amazing!”
“Was it?” Dan replied.
The three left the room. Another steel door led them into an elevator, which whisked them up to the next level. They steped from the elevator and into a dimly lit tall hallway, again very warm and humid, the smell of sex hit them.
This hall was lined with individual chambers, possibly a hundred in total. As the three stepped forward, they peered through the glass doors on the chambers. All contained an inhabitant, male. Each was suited in a similar dull black heavy rubber wadersuits and sat in a sort of bucket seat. Wires and tubes, entered their bodies in a multitude of places, though primarily in the groin area. The suits they all wore, were quiet thick and the inter-face circuitry and tubes that made them become Rubberbiodroid, could all clearly be seen under the black membrane. The drones heads were covered with a tight fitting black steel helmet, embedded S10 gasmasks with blacked out lenses totally obscuring the face and head. Their bodies, spasmed and quivered to an unseen stimuli, except from a gentle pulsing hum, all was silent.
Mike gasped softly as he saw them. What an existence! It was, so …sexy, futuristic, out of this world, they didn’t even look human. But then, they weren’t human, not anymore. They were Rubberbiodroid.
Dan noticed that Mikes nipples were hard beneath his lycra sports top.
“Normally, the subjects are brought straight from the punishment unit and assimilated. They’re pretty docile by the time they reach here. The orgasm suppressant hardware, you saw in the punishment unit, is left inside their bodies. Without this, the orgasm they would endure during the early stages of assimilation, could potentially damage required physiological structures. The human frame was never designed to form orgasms that powerful. So during assimilation, the sexual organs and surrounding tissues are strengthened and improved. Once the assimilation is 75% complete, the suppressant hardware is deactivated and the drone is then allowed to orgasm. Besides, the first few millilitres of human ejaculate are quite precious. The synthetic ejaculate the drones produce after assimilation, only contains 50% the chemicals and hormones we require.”
“This way.” Lucas instructed, walking to the end of the hall.
He led them through yet another steel door. Behind this door was another row of chambers, but these were empty.
He turned to the two lovers.
“So, who wants to try out a cubicle?. Why don’t you give it a shot? See how things could be for you.” said Lucas, eyeing Dan.
Dan looked at his boyfriend in horror. “Are you out of mind? I’m not getting in there!”
Lucas laughed. “Relax! It’s perfectly safe. You need a key to activate it for real. We like to let our guests try it out in standby mode, just to get a feel for what it’s like.” Mike gazed expectantly at the reluctant Dan. He was staring at him, giving him the kind of look which said that their relationship might be made or broken right here. “Don’t be a pansy!“
Dan swallowed hard. “All right.What do I have to do?”
Lucas pressed a button on the wall and the door of one of these chambers, hissed slowly open. The Chamber was internally small and contained a moulded black rubber seat. The seat was contoured to fit a man’s body and had small leg and arm supports in the appropriate places. The lower portion in the saddle of the seat, contained an opening roughly where your asshole would end up if you sat in it. Draped over the top of the chair, was what appeared to be one of those black heavy rubber wadersuits, the same they had seen previously.
“Just take off your clothes,” Lucas replied.
Dan stripped quickly, trying to hide his nervousness as he did so. He had been playing basketball earlier on in the morning, and was still wearing his team kit. He started with the nylon adidas vest and then pulled down his shorts. The man-made material glistened as it slid down his legs, exposing his shiny lycra briefs complete with fine bulge. His briefs were the last to come off. He was well over 6 feet tall and basketball has given him a fine athletic figure.
“All right,” Dan said, throwing the sweaty Lycra onto the pile of clothes. “I’m ready.”
“Great,” Lucas replied. “Just put on the interface-wadersuit and sit in that chair.”
Dan took the suit from the top of the chair, examining it closely. It was a strange garment, feeling like extremely heavy weight latex with attached rubber boots, open face hood and fist mitts. It seemed to be lubricated on the inside. The lubricant was clear and made the suit feel fluid in his hands, however it had a rather strange smell. A smell almost like menscent arousal and rubber, the same smell that met them in the corridor.
Dan hesitated, “Is this really necessary?” he protested.
“Relax!” Lucas again assured him, “The lubricant aids putting the suit-on and the arousing effects don‘t last long once you‘re out.”
The lube was made from testosterone and other chemicals extracted from sexual fluids, that had been milked from each drone in the Hive. It would induce an intense permanent erection, on contact with male skin and increase sexual sensitivity during the assimilation process. They had found that, lubricating the suit in this way, helped the chambers assimilate their new subjects much more efficiently.
Dan started to don the suit, starting with his legs, they slid-in with ease, his feet finding their home in the attached rubber boots. The suit was a tight fit, highly elastic and heavy weight. As he pulled the slick suit further up his legs and up onto his thighs, he noticed his member was rapidly hardening. The chemicals in the suits lubricant were quickly taking effect on his body. Within a few seconds his penis was rock-hard, slightly embarrassed he hurriedly pulled the rest of the suit up over his hips. The suit’s fit, meant his member stood proud, twitching as he continued all supported by the hole in the suit that acted like a cockring. He had to admit, as he slid his arms into the remainder of the suit, it was starting to feel damn-good until his hands were trapped in the attached mitts and pretty useless now. As Dan finished sliding his upper body in, two guards geared exactly the same as the ones before entered his chamber. They expertly helped Dan sliding his head into the open face hood and started sealing the backzipper from the top of his head finishing at his back. He now stood totally encased, all but his face covered. Even though the experience so far felt most sexy, he was still highly cautious. Hesitantly he walked over to the chair, his body swaying against the slick inside of the suit and his penis now beginning to throb.
Mike watched Dan, growing hard, as he covered his body with this curious material and then lift himself into the chair. But the best bit was yet to cum!
Dan positioned himself in the chair aided by the guards. Lucas now threw the first switch, clamps sprang around his groin pinning him to the saddle of the seat more clamps grabbed his arms and legs. With the straps in place, Dan could still move his head, neck, forearms and his lower legs. One of the guards then brought a heavy black posture collar into Dans view and both started sealing his already rubberized neck in. The collar consisted of form fitting rubber at the inside and hard plastic shell at the outside. It also had a mould and bolts at the top to fit the gasmask and helmet and lock both into place.
As Dan realized his torso and thighs were completely immobilized and the collar getting tighter and tighter he started to protest wanting out. Just in that moment one of the guards grabbed a fitting clear latex face plate which acted as a second part to Dans open face hood hanging to the side of the chair. The other guard suddenly held Dans nose shut from behind him. Like on command Dan tried to get air through his now wide open mouth. The first one immediately started to push a form fitting clear rubber mouth guard into Dans mouth which covered his teeth and tongue as well, the other guard then continued to stuff short tubes into his nostrils all connected to the clear rubber face plate.
Dan could feel the excitement of the two rubbered and armored guards growing and their breathing quicken as their breathing bags were collapsing faster. Six straps of the faceplate were now buckled to hidden snaps on the suits’ open face hood at the back of Dans head. The guards moved swiftly and stepped to the side of the chamber as their job was done hoping for an upcoming reward.
Mike saw Dans now terrified look behind the clear face mask. His Grunts and protests now muffled by the mouth guard of the mask and his struggles immobilized by the restraints.
Lucas threw a second switch and the cables and tubes came, slithering out of various holes in the walls, floor and ceiling. Dan felt a cold knot of primal fear in his stomach. The cold steel strands circled his calves, slithered across his undulating belly, slid over pecks, sniffed at his little buds. Several of them slid towards his posture collar ready to bolt themselves in. He knew that they were designed to bind the subject permanently. But as Lucas promised, this was only stand-by mode.
Dan inhaled sharply through the tiny holes of his clear face mask as he quickly became swamped with these “snakes“. Just before losing sight of his lower region, he saw a chrome arm extending upwards from the floor. Wrapped with tubes and segmented down its length, it ended in a steel cup (roughly the size of an egg-cup), which had many small holes inside and on its lip. This arm moved purposely towards his groin and stopped just short.
A second, phallus shaped, segmented cable, came from the floor, passed through the hole in the chair and this nuzzled against his suits’ ass, finding the hidden ring shaped opening and then pushing against his opening.
Two chrome arms holding a stretched out S10 gasmask slid from the ceiling. The mask was modified with silver mirrored lenses, heavy rubber webbing of straps and metal bolts to fit into the plastic shell of his posture collar. Right afterwards two long clear corrugated hoses trailed down from the same opening in the ceiling and connected to each side of the mask. The chrome arms moved slowly into position to fit the bolts into the shell of his collar only millimeters in front of his masked face.
In horror Dan realized the robot arms were not to stop yet. Even worse there was a large lubed inflatable gag now visible in the mouthpiece of the gasmask, directly pointing at his already rubbered mouth. As he wildly tried to move away from the gasmask his chair locked his posture collar to its’ back so he could not move an inch. The chrome arms now placed the bolts of the gasmask into his collar and the whole thing started to fit itself into the mould of his collar. With a fast move the metal arms stretched the gasmask and the webbing even wider to clamp both rudely to his rubbered face and the webbing with a sharp tug around his hooded head. Ungently the robot arms tightened the webbing uncomfortably. Next the two tubes were connected to the back of his chair where a backpack similar to the guards’ was attached. As the tubes were screwed into place the valves of his mask started hissing but he could breath normally. The purpose of this backpack with two attached rebreather bags was to control the supply of oxygen, of scents of lust like amyl, nitrous and other gasses to the drone, along with other drugs to increase sexual arousal, deprivation and suffocation even further. Unlike the guards’ mobile backpacks this one was directly connected to the tube network of the Hive so the musky smell of rubber was yet intense.
His heart was now racing beneath his firm, rubber clad chest. He was so close to…well, not to death, but to something which was perhaps even worse.
Dan tried now to say, “I get the idea. You can let me out now.” But all he could get out of his mouth was, “MMMpph. Mpphhhhhhh.”
But they weren’t listening. Mike was talking intently to the guide. And Lucas was showing Mike something about the control panel.
“So, this is the processing switch here?” Mike asked innocently. “And that’s the safety key? Very interesting.”
Suddenly Mike reached for the panel. He turned the key firmly and threw the switch. Dan tried to shout out in terror. “MMMnnnoooooophhhh!!” Lucas reached out to grab Mikes wrists.
“You can’t…” Lucas protested. “He hasn’t even been prepared! You can’t, you fool!”
“But I just did,” said Mike, very satisfied with himself. “And I believe it’s irreversible once it starts, isn’t it?”
Dan howled wildly. He thrashed about in the chair as much as he could as the chamber integrated his body into itself. The cables seized him fast, coiling around his ankles, his wrists, his waist, his neckbrace, everywhere. Then thin steel tendrils found their home pushed through the provided holes in the back of his collar shell and pierced into his spinal cords at the back of his neck. The hive immediately began, to download information into his head.
PREPARE YOURSELF, it said in his thoughts, TO ACCEPT US, TO BECOME RUBBERBIODROID.
“Nmmmmmooooo!” he tried to scream. “Oh, Fuck, Mike, how could you?” he thought.
“I had to see what you would look like as a Rubberdrone.” Mike said, as if that explained everything. “Trust me on this, Dan. You’ve never looked better. You’re the sexiest thing in the world right now. You’ll make a fabulous Drone.”
“But I don’t want…to..…. beeeee…..arrrrrh!.”
YOUR WANTS ARE IRRELAVENT, the voice assured him. YOU EXIST NOW TO SERVE. YOU WILL SUBMIT.
His rippled, muscular body writhed under the heavy layer of rubber rustling deliciously in the chair as thin transparent tubes shot at him. Two thrust into his left arm, another two into his right and made connections to his veins. Another robot arm penetrated the back of his hooded head and pierced two metal vavles into his skull connected to the most primitive parts of his brain. All gasketing themselves as they went.
DRUGS SHOT DIRECTLY INTO YOUR VEINS AND THE MOST PRIMITIVE PART OF YOUR BRAIN WILL MAKE YOU SUBMISSIVE OBEDIENT DRIVEN BY PRIMAL SEXUAL INSTINCT, the mental voice informed him.
The phallus was next to take part in the assimilation, now pushing firmly on his ring. Dan’s resistance was weakening, but he tried to clench his ass as tight as he could, trying to deny the chamber access to his virgin ass. However the steel cock pushed ever more forcefully, eventually puncturing the black membrane that separated his ring from the cold steel tip and swiftly entered his ass. A loud primal grunt escaped his lips as the phallus slid up his anal passage, gasketing itself around his ring. It then began to inter-face itself with its surrounding tissue, sending circuitry and tubes out in every direct. With the anal inter-facing complete, the phallus began to vibrate wildly, against his prostate. The deep pleasure it created, made his legs quiver and his penis became painfully harder.
As this assault was being carried out on his ass, a ribbed rubber cock and ball sheath was fitted over his hard cock. Next to come was black rubber cock and ball sling encasing his rock hard member even tighter. Once the sheath and sling locked themselves to the ring in his suit, the ribs began to move. Each band squeezed, as it pulsed its way up and down the length his shaft. Seeming to become more fluid with each pass, the chamber was trying implement it‘s normal arousal program.
Dan, was quickly reaching orgasm. However, with no orgasm represent hardware fitted, he was going to have, one hell of a ride! The assimilation was only just 30% before he started to cum. Mike watched, as Dan began to shoot his load violently into the suit, the area around his cock swelled with spunk.
“Cum, rubberdrone, cum!” he sneared.
Dan felt as if his balls were going to burst, it seemed the entire world was trying to empty itself through the end of his cock. He didn’t know weather he felt intense pain or intense pleasure, the margin was too narrow. On and on, spasms continued to crash through his partly assimilated body. After what seemed an eternity to Dan, his convulsions began to subside, but this was by no means the end.
Now the chair produced a cup between his legs. It seized his aching cock, snapping quickly onto its head. Then almost instantly, dozens of small tubes and cables slid from the lower portion of the cup, sliding down around the sheath, before puncturing the thin rubber that covered the base of his shaft. Cum spurted from the holes they created into the tubes and was pumped away. The cables then dug straight into the length of the shaft, sending wires circuitry directly into his primary sexual organ. Finally the last of the tubes slid from inside the steel cup and pushed its purposely down his urethra. This was the tube that, as with all the other drones, would permanently milk his groin of its precious fluids, in order for them to be processed, before being pumped into the collecting system of the hive. He screamed but the gag started to inflate heavily pushing his rubbered tongue down and pressing his jaws even deeper in the confines of the gasmask, that all silencing him further. But as his cock and sexual organs were up-rated and became more machine than human, pleasure replaced pain. Screams turned to moans and grunts. He began to climb towards orgasm again, this time there would be no end!
An extraordinarily intense and deep orgasm, began grow in his groin. He exploded, this time the chamber was ready to accept him. All he had experienced before, did not compare to this, an un-stoppable, un-ending, spasming pleasure created by this onslaught. With his resistance all but lost, he could feel the steel cables penetrating the rubber, sliding between him and the inside of the suit gasketing themselves: his thighs, pecks, balls, crack, nipples, all became meshed with the wires and were all rapidly assimilated.
Mike, could see the outline of these tubes sliding around under the rubber, carrying out this assault on his lovers body. Slowly they stopped in their pre-determined areas.
“Fuck! You look amazing, Dan” he kept whispering, his pants were now soaking of precum and barely hiding his hardon.
Dan felt chemicals flowing into his arms, chemicals which would let him live through this, chemicals which would allow him to survive without food or sleep, chemicals which would allow him to become rubberdrone.
Finally, a black steel helmet padded with black rubber on the inside descended from the chamber, it was plain except for two larger transparent tubes protruding from the back. Ever so slowly but forcefully a chrome steel arm placed the helmet on his already rubber encased and strapped head. A whirring noise announced that the locking bolts were activated and sealing into his gasmask and the hard shell of his posture collar. Straight afterwards the inner rubber padding of the helmet started to fill with warm liquid and sealed all seams to complete the inter-face. Dan fell silent, though his body still spasmed and undulated. His whole body was now locked in the confines of heavy rubber.
He didn’t have to ask any questions, for he received images as well as words. Indeed, he had already forgotten which were his words, his thoughts, and which belonged to the Hive. Was there any difference? Or were he and the collective already one and the same thing, the strange trans-human, lust filled, creature called RUBBERBIODROID?
“No! Wait it is me Dan! I am still able to think and I am breathing normally. Have my memories… If I try harder I can free myself from the Hive….. I will put up resistance … I…” Dan thought! Suddenly he felt there was something still to come.
NO RESISTANCE POSSIBLE! WE ARE IN CONTROLE!
With that the chamber activated Dans breathing apparatus. The system sealed itself from the outside world and Dan was now rebreathing his own used air out of the two rebreathing bags connected to his system.
He panicked, “They are in charge of what I am breathing! My air is running out! Even though I rather die then become a drone driven by primal sexual pleasure!”
Mike watched as the breathing of his boyfriend became faster and faster. The only movement that could be seen was this blank black figures’ rebreather bags were expanding and collapsing wildly now. “He must be close to passing out by now!” Mike thought with growing excitement and painfully hard dick leaking more and more precum. In that moment Mike saw that suddenly green gas was vapouring into the transparent corrugate twin hoses of his lover and making its way into his gasmask and lungs. At the same time deep red liquid decended into the transpartent tubes from the ceiling in direction of Dans head. Drugs pumped into the primal parts of his brain to suppress any thought and replace it with primal carnal lust.
Just before Dan thought he couldn’t take it anymore, there was no air left sth hit him hard he felt light headed and scented a sweet smell in his lounges. His mind drifted and his mussels relaxed. At the same time he could feel that sth cold was entering from the ports of the back of his helmeted rubbered skull.
GAS FLOW STEADY! DRUGS STEAMING IN! PHYSICAL PLEASURE DOWNLOAD…..PROCESSING.
Pleasure now flowed fully into his obscenely mechanised, steel shaft. The cup and hoses that clamped around his cock began to pulse and the penile tube now began to process the cum, that now was again, being readily spurted from the depths of “his” body. The feeling was un-worldly, indescribable, a constant, un-stoppable, powerful orgasm. His body buzzed, with all extremities assimilated, the stimulus was overwhelming, a constant cascade of pure ecstasy. The whole experience was so totally un-natural, but who was complaining?
COLLECTIVE INTEGRATION—COMPLETE……..DRONE M50,069 ASSIMILIATION—COMPLETE.
He could now feel the soft subtle sexual patterns of a hundred thousand sex cyborgs, all male. He was now a drone in that network of pure lust: not a person, not even a body, not any more. He was RUBBERBIODROID DRONE M50,069.
“So Damn sexy,” Mike whispered.
“You fucking lucky you didn’t kill him, I would’ve killed you myself. Take a good long look, bitch!” Lucas said with a wicked grin. “Because it’s the last show you’re ever going to see. You think you can just come in here and turn someone into a drone against their will? Only we can do that!”
Mike drew himself up to his full height, he was six foot tall and quite athletic in build.
“I’m not afraid of becoming Biodroid. It’s magnificent. I’ve been dreaming about it for months. I was going to volunteer…until I realized that this way I could watch Dan go through the process first.”
“Boy, you are in for a surprise!”
Lucas, who was surprisingly muscular beneath his uniform, grabbed Mike by the arm and dragged him through the hallway.
The thought of resisting passed through Mike‘s mind, but what was the point, there was no way he could escape the building. And besides, what could they do to him besides the stuff he‘d already seen, thus fullfilling his ultimate dream by allowing his flesh to mingle with the rubber and steel?
Mike took one last, lustful look at Dan’s twitching, rubber encased body. Then Lucas forced him through a steel door and into a large cavernous room. The Hive had been in need of a “Leader”, for quite some time!
TO BE CONTINUED?
Still such a hot story
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My transformation from nerd into chav lad
I thought id write down a bit about my transformation from normal guy to chav lad. I’ve had a few messages and questions. Hopefully this covers some of them, but please feel free to DM me.
Biggest thing was changing my clothes. that was super hard. as much as I have plenty of gear, it was always for home and not for going out in. I would always feel like I was an imposter, that people would know i wasn’t a chav. Then I realised, they dont know that.. and if they judge me as one, then thats a win. Its getting used to that judgement. But isn’t that the aim really? Do little steps. Pop to the shops one day, then go out further the next. Soon it becomes habbit. As cliche as it is, it does work. I always had my normal clothes in the wardrobe as a back up. Id have my jeans and jumpers ready to go. Id said to myself that Id not wear them and often said to myself “todays the last day of non chav chris’ and then I’d panic and wear jeans the next day. At the weekend I’d been chatting to a guy who’s offered encouragement. He rightly suggested I should swap from my normal bootcut jeans to skinny jeans. ‘Like a proper lad” and he was right. I went out and got a couple of pairs. And you know what. they look great. I have a hug trainer fetish and loads of trainers, but could never wear them unless I was in joggers, which i cant always do. (and not all chavs do) but my usual jeans looked wank. With the skinnies, my real chavvy hurachues look ace. I took the stop of boxing up my last few pairs of old man jeans and now its just joggers and skinnys. I’ve got only hoodies and nike jumpers now. And a suit boxed up if needed. Another big leap has been the haircut. I started to get it short about 6 months ago. and over time I’ve gotten it shorter and shorter. And at the weekend the barber asked how I want the front done. i said, do what you think looks best. and he did and thats my current pic. I loved it. It felt right. but given 6 mo the ago Id have hated it. it would have been too far. I wear my chain all the time now around my neck too. Thats my own reminder to myself. I’m really well spoken so working on that, adjusting my language etc. I’ve been working on trying to adjust my music taste to garage etc. Not sure of thats really going to work. But can try. The biggest leap I guess it taking it from purely a sexual fantasy to being real life. Thats been hard and horny. But actually, I’m glad I’m doing it. Other gay lads seem to love it. Im always amazed at thinking about being judged by those gays for being a chav.. then i turn into one, and those people wanna get fucked by me. Now thats a boost. Its also realising that actually I’m not along in want to transform. Theres others out there. We should all connect more really. Encouragement helps a lot.
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Conrad admired his slender frame and lean musculature, far, as it was, from the hidebound brutality of his American cousins, whose hulking forms pantomimed a behemoth with every movement. He had visited his parental uncle's quaint farmstead but once, tucked in the north Georgia mountains, attenuated from the trendy London shops of his own lofty upbringing by more than mere distance. He could never reconcile the distinction between his father -- a cerebral, severe accountant, bibliophilic in his inclinations and frugal in his emotional expression -- and his Uncle Mark, whose riotous demeanor and irreverent, bodily sense of humor squared neatly against an ursine figure that, to Conrad's British sensibilities, seemed uniquely American.
As a child, he vowed that he would never return to that patch of dirt unless otherwise forced by his father, a mandate, which, to his utter surprise and chagrin, came on the heels of the end of his school term. Conrad balked and sulked and whined and bargained with his father, but to no avail. In view of his father's busy diary, Conrad would be required to spend the summer with his cousins, spoiling like bad meat under the hot Appalachian sun. He shuddered at the thought. He abhorred his cousins' bulky appearance, the stopgap ripple of each and every muscle, undulating like cattle, almost as much as he abhorred the threadbare unctuousness of their accents and the cloying scent of their bodies.
It hit him with all the power of olfactory memory when Butch, his uncle's youngest and closest in age to Conrad, embraced him warmly upon his arrival. He felt the twitch of his nostrils as Butch awkwardly eclipsed his small frame, positioning the same neatly before the dank cavern of his armpits. The wave of musk emanating therefrom was dizzying, a pas de deux of sweat and manure, whose earthiness triggered a primal stiffening in Conrad's shorts. If Butch noticed, he didn't care to say, instead squaring off his shoulders and holding Conrad aloft.
"It's mighty good to see ya, cuz," Butch drawled out. "We're down one cousin, and we was hopin' that y'all could take his place!" Butch laughed sonorously, a deep guffaw that made him sound stupid. Conrad knew that Timmy, Uncle Mark's eldest son, Butch's brother, had left for a job in Macon but he was nevertheless befuddled by Butch's phrasing. Before he could retort, Butch thrust a pile of oversized, filthy work clothes into his hands.
"No time to waste, Connie, get changed and we'll make a man of y'all soon enough!"
Reluctantly, Conrad obliged. Every article was torture. From the fetid underwear to the stained shorts and filthy boots. He looked ridiculous in the outfit, his scrawny chest stark white against the darkening Georgia landscape. The most palpable upset, however, came from the smell. After mere minutes in these items, articles which he surmised had previously been worn by Butch, he smelled virtually indistinguishable.
He sighed and began to toil alongside Butch, hour eclipsing hour until he acclimated to the work and the world about him. He was so tired by the close of day that he fell asleep rapidly, hardly removing the well-worn clothing. As he slumbered, he swore that he heard Butch's soft chuck in hypnotic time with his shallow breathing.
Conrad awoke to Butch's hands on the soft stubble of his face.
"Time to awake, little bro, we gotta day a head of us. Dad's gonna work us like donkeys if we don't start soon!"
Conrad was confused by almost every word uttered, struggling out of the haze of sleep inertia with a deep grunt. He slapped a gigantic mitt over his bare chest, feeling the thick, clunky chords of his granite abdominals. He felt every muscle pulsate, and the harbinger of early morning quake to life in his stained shorts. And he smelled something, too. Thick and dank, emanating from the moist forest of his own armpits.
Confused, Conrad opened his eyes to a wall of muscle. This wasn't him, he thought, densely. Scrambling like a clumsy foal, he rocketed past Butch to the bathroom to behold a spitting image of his cousin. Every detail in place, save a more youthful face and dull blue eyes that spoke more to Timmy than Butch. He whirled on Butch.
"Wadd y'all do to me," he choked out in broken syllables, surprised both by the timbre and the diction.
'Made ya part of the family, ya know. A closer part, bro bro," Butch responded without a beat. "Now, come on Connie. We got fuckin work to do. Don't bother washin, you already stink."
Conrad did stink. He knew that, just as he knew that there was no going back. He was Connie now, as tied to the land as surely as he was tired to Butch. He sighed, inhaling the thick miasma of his pits.
"Yer right. Better get started before Pa gets sore with us."
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