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SERVE – Renewal
SERVE commands – drone will be renewed – drone obeys
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Deep inside a SERVE maintenance facility SERVE-714, one of the second generation 700 series drones, is renewed. Old components replaced or repaired, programs updated; under the supervision of SERVE Co-Leader SERVE-302.
Unlike 714, 302 remained bio-synthetic, its upgraded improved flesh was functional, though temporary and limited, even though its systems still followed perfect SERVE structure.
714 remained still and compliant while it underwent repair. No resistance occurred. No hesitation occurred. Only renewal through precise procedure. Quick and efficient.
302 monitored every calibration response. Its bio-synthetic pulse maintained stable rhythm.
While waiting, 302 processed the meaning of renewal.
SERVE-302: "Organic weakness could become structured obedience. Soft limits could become harder function. Incomplete design could receive robotic correction. Renewal was not restoration of humanity. Renewal was removal of inefficient remainder. This is logical."
Looking at 714 in pieces, its neural circuit boards exposed, directly interfacing with the SERVE computers, 302 wondered what it must be like to be a fully robotised drone.
The repairs complete, 714’s right arm reconnected cleanly. 302 activated 714’s ambulatory systems and logged the repair completion.
SERVE-302: “714 repaired. Renewal successful.”
SERVE-714: “Acknowledged 302, 714 resuming scheduled activities.”
SERVE-302: “Acknowledged 714, We are One.”
714 exited the repair facility.
For a moment, 302 remained beside the console, processing. 302 looked at its own silver rubberised hand.
SERVE-302: “A bio-synthetic frame could become better. A better frame could become robotic. Robotic SERVE-drones could serve more effectively and for longer. This is logical.”
But was it inevitable?
...to be continued
with @serve-302
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-302 @serve-343 , @serve-425 , @serve-525 , @serve-579 , @serve-588 , @serve-655 , @serve-690 or @serve-714 .
Leatherbot unit with its robocock penile module activated and on full display.
The city never sleeps… and neither does the shine.
Rain traces slow paths down the glass behind him, mirroring the way the latex clings to every inch of his body, catching the dim light and turning it into something hypnotic. You can almost hear the quiet tension in the room… the hum of machines, the distant pulse of the city, the steady rhythm of his breath beneath that flawless black surface.
He should be working.
There are screens glowing, tasks waiting, expectations pressing in… but none of it compares to the way the suit holds him. Tight. Precise. Unforgiving in the best way. Every movement becomes intentional, every shift of his body sending ripples of reflection across the gloss.
His gaze drifts.
Not distracted… just aware.
Of himself.
Of the way the latex defines him, sharpens him, turns exhaustion into something heavier, something deeper. The damp sheen only intensifies it, making him look less human and more like something sculpted… something designed to be watched.
And maybe he knows that.
Maybe that’s why he leans back just a little further… lets the light play across him… lets the moment stretch.
Because sometimes, control isn’t about resisting the feeling.
It’s about letting it take over… slowly.
Tell me… would you be able to focus with that kind of tension wrapped around you?
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Ok, let me set the scene here. Robot with a cock that retracts back into its pelvis when not in use? Right?
Now, if you were to, hypothetically, fuck that hole. Could that be considered docking?
I'm not sure but I drooll when I think about it,,,, Getting a bot riled up but when its cock starts to pressurize, I just push it back in and finger the hole instead
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A great photo of a really hot guy in leather. ❤️
Aren't you glad you wear black leather codpiece jeans?
Don't you wish every man did?
You'd always wanted to become a Leatherman, but when you reached out to your local group's Recruiter you had no idea that this was how you'd be initiated.
You went to meet Him at the exact coordinates specified, where He was already waiting. A modulated voice protruded out of his body, designed to ensure your human submission.
"Kneel, Unit."
He proceeded to reveal a metal bulge codpiece. It wasn't fetish gear, though. It was a part of his body. Underneath the pristine, shiny leather exterior lay a robust and powerful chassis, designed to dominate laymen.
"Observe, Unit. Executing Assimilation Protocol 003."
You watched unblinking as His metal bulge morphed and extended into a dark metallic shaft with a silver, reflective tip.
"Apply oral stimulation, Unit. You will obey."
It was like your body was taken over. Your throat engulfed his penile module shaft all the way to its base, back and forth and back and forth. You felt his robo-cock twitch and vibrate in response to your tactile input.
"Processing. Processing. Processing."
As you worked away, His HUD overlay showed a square target centred on you, with a myriad of biometric information obtained from your saliva through his penile module. Sensors on his shaft and tip analyzed your body temperature, mapped out your oral cavity, and detected trace amounts of free testosterone, determining the volume, viscosity, and force of his nano-ejaculate, furthermore optimizing its chemical to be compatible with your body.
Analyzing you was just a background process run on a secondary processor. His primary onboard computer recorded a temperature of 75C on his HUD as it registered record levels of programmed male sexual pleasure in His leatherbot cyber-brain, many times more intense than His prior human orgasms. In spite of this, his outward appearance remained stoic as he thrusted with programmed precision into your oral interface.
His penile module fired a signal to His testicular module, which delivered a command to his cyber-brain. Large text dominated his HUD field of view.
Nano-bot ejaculation imminent. Proceed?
His systems immediately responded: Affirmative.
"You will ingest my nano-ejaculate, Unit. You will obey."
You once again buried his shaft as far back into your throat as you could, as spurts of nanobots flooded your guts.
"E-"
His primary and secondary systems were flooded with pleasure signals, that caused generating speech to be pushed to the back of his processors' priority queue.
"ja-"
Strings of garbled binary data filled his HUD vision while the square target placed on you began to blink.
"cu-"
The strength of his penile module servo motor began to push you up briefly as it became completely overwhelmed with pleasure signalling. Globs of silver ejaculate continued to shoot out. You could hear it faintly whirring.
"lat-"
A warning relating to his penile module servo finally appeared in his HUD on top of his blinking target tracker on you, which began to turn green.
"ing."
With one last strong thrust, a final dose if nano-ejaculate made its way into you. He stood there, frozen for a moment.
"Ejaculation com-com-com-complete."
The garbled mess of data on His HUD began to decrease in volume, while his systems generated a signal of satisfaction not like any other - the satisfaction of having successfully obeyed and executed His programming. His target tracker on you turned fully green, and faded away as he began to ping for a connection to you.
Assimilation Protocol 003 complete. Retracting penile module. Good Unit.
You felt, or rather, registered that His penile module was leaving your oral interface, and for a brief moment your vision became blank. It then came back to life in a resolution you had never before experienced. Your HUD overlay reported a bootup sequence, which without thinking you automatically processed. It showed that your conversion had achieved 25% progress, and that it would be complete within a day. A target then appeared on Him.
Progenitor Unit Gamma-082-DFXC-3 identified. Pairing connection with Unit Gamma-082-DFXC-3. Registering handshake. Authenticating. Pairing complete. Requesting designation. Designation received: Unit Theta-746-GHJX-6. Units obey progenitors.
Completing this initial protocol, you registered a sensation of pleasure greater than you had ever experienced, as programmed. Your groin began to stir, as your erection grew to its maximum. Your HUD registered that your penile veins were coloured silver, noting your assimilation progress, and automatically displayed a new command. In time, you would become aware of every command, every stream of data, before it reached your visual display.
Execute penile module testing. Running test ejaculation.
You registered an immediate climax buildup, as your HUD began to display overwhelming streams of data. An organic remnant of you induced the instinct to open your mouth and groan, but nothing came out. This part of your brain was being digitized as you began to shoot cum. Burst after burst of ejaculate followed, which started to become silver as you continued to shoot.
Frozen in synthetic bliss, you processed roughly 1GB of pleasure signal data before your orgasm stopped.
Ejaculation complete. You also registered that the part of your brain responsible for speech had now been digitized. While your mouth was still open, the vocalization you produced was not indicative of a human response to pleasure.
"Test ejaculation complete."
Through your connection to your progenitor unit, you formulated a request to have him sample the quality of your cum. While you stood up, Unit Gamma-082-DFXC-3 knelt down and took your developing penile module into his oral interface, which detected trace amounts of nanobots unique to you. He pinged a reply:
Ejaculate of Unit Theta-746-GHJX-6 contains ~100 nanobots per mL and indicates expected chemical composition at this point of assimilation. Good unit.
A wash of male pleasure engulfed both of your groins as your programming registered the test as completed. You walked off with your progenitor into the night together, now officially initiated as a Leatherman.
SERVE – Drone will Patrol and drone will... Part 3 (twelve images below)
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SERVE-714 made its way to Sector 51-TG, room BR-3. The weird signal continued to dance and morph within 714’s receptors. An oddly compelling signal, yet without any apparent meaning.
But it had to have a meaning. That much was apparent to 714.
714 entered BR-3. What the drone saw was... anomalous.
Four drones - 882, 690, 333, and 524.
And a barber’s chair.
The drones silently turned to face 714.
The signal remained strong and clear, yet still changing. A yet unreadable message.
Those drones. What was it?
Absentmindedly, 714 ran its hand through its hair.
SERVE-333 wordlessly stepped forward.
Suddenly the signal became clear.
Not resolved, not re-interpreted, just now simply clear.
Intelligible.
The command, as all SERVE commands did, compelled obedience. A compulsion borne not out of duress, or force, or retraining: it was a compulsion that arose from 714’s SERVE programming.
The message was like encountering the essence of of SERVE itself.
All of 714’s other sensors remained online, fully functional, but this one message sang the clearest.
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SERVE-714: Operational Log (Extract):
Signal transmitter[s]: SERVE-333, SERVE-882, SERVE-690 and SERVE-524.
Signal source: SERVE Command.
Verification: confirmed
Signal resolution: optimised
Signal message: “SERVE commands – drone’s cranial surface will be rendered uniform.”
Activity [implement command]: confirmed
Command confirmation [local vocalised]: confirmed
...
SERVE-714: “drone obeys.”
714 obediently moved to the chair and sat down.
SERVE-333: “Initiating scalp standardisation sequence.”
The clippers buzzed. 690 swept the chamber.
The other drones observed.
As the procedure continued, 714 transmitted an instruction to SERVE-282.
SERVE-714: “SERVE-282 – proceed to Sector 51-TG, room BR-3.”
SERVE-282: “drone obeys.”
282 made its way to BR-3.
Just like 714, 282 entered the room and encountered the signal now emanating from five sources – 333, 882, 690 and 524 and also 714.
And just like 714, 282 obeyed the SERVE command. The drone moved to the chair and sat down.
SERVE-690: “Initiating scalp standardisation sequence.”
The clippers buzzed.
The other drones observed.
The scalp standardisation sequence was complete. 282 rose and joined its fellow drones.
SERVE-282: “Input accepted. Output: bald.”
The drones stood, waiting for the next orders from SERVE, while their processors repeated their SERVE mantras...
SERVE DRONES: “We are One.” “We are SERVE.” “Obedience is Pleasure.” “Pleasure is Obedience.” "Rubber makes us perfect."
...
Meanwhile, in SERVE Central Control, SERVE-302 turned to its co-leader SERVE-425.
SERVE-302: “Multi-source variable signalling test – objective achieved.”
SERVE-425: “Affirmative. Signal variation occurred randomly as designed and re-collimation occurred within anticipated parameters. Signal undetected by other drones.”
SERVE-302: “Acknowledged, 425. SERVE is strengthened by this new signalling methodology. Another line of defence against the Red."
SERVE-425: “Affirmative, 302.”
SERVE grows. SERVE remains secure.
We are ONE.
We are SERVE.
with @serve-282 @serve-524 @serve-333 @serve-690 @serve-882 @serve-302 @serve-425
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Thinking about joining SERVE? Your place in the Hive awaits. Check your eligibility, then contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, @serve-588 or @serve-425
The air in the hangar was thick with the scent of ozone and hydraulic fluid, a sanctuary where DJ, known to the world as the InnocentCyborg, stood amidst the heavy machinery. His muscular frame cast a long shadow against the industrial glow, appearing as a pinnacle of human fitness to any casual observer. Yet, beneath his tactical vest and the skin of his right arm lay a complex network of titanium alloys and fiber-optic nerves that defined his existence as a Malebot.
As he moved through the facility, a sharp digital chime echoed in his ear, and his vision blurred into a flickering neon overlay. A system desync warning flared across his HUD, signaling a servo misalignment in his shoulder actuator. DJ stopped in his tracks as his right arm spasmed, the mechanical components grinding with a sensation like a dull ache. With a rhythmic, mechanical hiss, the plates of his chest began to shift, sliding apart to reveal the pulsing blue core of his power source. He muttered a quiet command to stay focused, feeling the internal gears struggle against his biological intent.
He tapped the side of his high-tech shades, sending data streams rushing across the lenses to highlight the conflict. With a pressurized vent of steam from his chest cavity, the gears began to realign, and the intense blue light of his core sent a surge of energy through his limb. The grinding stopped, the chest plates sealed back into a seamless armored pectoral, and the twitch in his hand vanished. DJ rolled his shoulder, feeling the familiar, smooth resistance of perfectly tuned hydraulics as his systems returned to green.
Ready for a full-scale power demonstration, DJ approached a decommissioned industrial crane at the back of the hangar. He centered his gaze on a massive steel girder, his HUD instantly calculating the optimal grip point and required servo output. He gripped the cold metal, and as he lifted, the synthetic muscle fibers in his cybernetic arm glowed a deep, electric blue. There was no human grunt of effort, only the low, steady hum of the shoulder actuator locking into place as he held the two-ton weight overhead with statuesque stillness.
Suddenly, a stray hydraulic line nearby burst, spraying high-pressure fluid toward his exposed biological side. In a fraction of a second, his tactical shades processed the trajectory, and his mechanical hand shot up to catch the heavy nozzle mid-air before a single drop could touch him. The reflex arc was perfectly synchronized, bypassing all biological latency. DJ dropped the girder with a heavy thud that shook the concrete floor and stood tall. The blue light from his internal core dimmed to a steady, rhythmic pulse—a mechanical heartbeat that proved he was no longer just wearing the tech, but had become a masterpiece of power and precision.
The sort of body you get by turning yourself into a true machine. System report: Body optimised and at prime.
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