Connor loved the smell of his sneaks when he took them off. He’d have a good sniff of his Tn’s whenever he had been wearing them for a few hours. Sneaker in one hand and the other hand down his trackie pants. Like all his chav mates, Connor's hands spent a lot of time down his pants. Unlike most of them he got turned on by chav lads, the gear they wore, and especially his mate Ryan.
Connor has been bored fuckin’ shitless. His 3 best mates hadn’t been around for a week and he’d missed having them to hang out with. Now Ryan had a new pair of Tn’s and a sweet new EA7 puffa, so he’d got some money from somewhere, but wouldn’t say where he’d been with Luke and Darren. He said the other two would be out later and he’d find out all about it then.
Luke and Ryan spent the afternoon hanging out in the city centre. All the normal shit …. Went in JD Sports and Foot Locker, met some mates, got dirty looks off some of the shoppers, smoked some weed and got high as fuck in the park. They’d got nothing else to do. They didn’t have jobs but they always found ways to get money for clothes, sneakers and weed. Know what I mean?
Luke and Darren hadn’t replied to Connor’s texts, but Ryan said he had seen them the night before so Connor didn’t give it much of a thought. Connor didn’t think much about anything unless it was football, video games or getting high. It was a normal day doing mindless shit. Connor liked mindless. He figured he and Ryan would get mindless with some of that weed tonight.
They went up to Ryan’s room, kicked their sneaks off and Ryan put a techno channel on YouTube. It was good stuff, a really good beat with spirals playing on the screen. Almost hypnotic. When Ryan left the room Connor picked up one of his sneaks for a sniff. He couldn't resist a freshly worn Tn and the idea of smelling Ryan's man scent got him horny.
Connor took a deep breath of Ryan’s sneaker scent but it wasn’t what he was expecting. It was so intoxicating, his pulse raced, his cock was getting hard, he could feel the techno pumping through his whole body. It felt like his brain was erasing. Connor loved this feeling. It felt better than a weed high and now he was horny as fuck too. He sniffed more as his human feels started to evaporate and he began to fixate on the spirals.
Ryan came back and lay down on the bed next to Connor. He had a knowing smile because he knew what was going to happen when Luke and Daz cam over. Ryan dripped some liquid into one of Connor’s sneaks, held it to his own face and breathed deep. His other hand instinctively slid into his trackie pants. As he felt his human feels begin to erase he quickly sent a text ….. “It’s ready”.
It didn’t take long for the liquid to take full effect leaving Connor and Ryan mindlessly bating the throbbing cocks inside their trackies. Neither of them knew, or even cared, why this was all that mattered to them now. They had no feelings or thoughts of their own. Sniffing this liquid kept them in mindless bating bliss.
When Connor felt the human feels start to return he reached out for the little yellow and red bottle Ryan had used. He dripped some liquid into the Tn he was sniffing and then into the Vm that Ryan was vacantly holding out for more of the same. Ryan fixed straps to each of their sneaks and handed one back to Connor. The straps went over their heads holding the shoes to their faces leaving both their hands free.
Wearing a sneaker almost like a facemask gave Connor a rush he had never felt before. It removed more of his human identity. The pair of them were losing their human feelings and their human identities. He needed to erase more of the human and grabbed his pair of Huarache gloves. They covered up more of his human appearance and the texture felt amazing on his cock.
Connor slid one of his gloved hands down Ryan’s trackies and started to edge Ryan’s cock as well as his own. Ryan now had the same vacant look in his eyes as Connor. They had completely erased all human feels as they edged each other in a mindless bliss, the techno and sneaker fumes pulsing through them. They were so mindless they didn’t notice the door open and two figures come in. Connor felt Ryan’s hand pull away from his cock and a different hand pulled his hand out of Ryan’s.
Now he became very aware of the two silent figures. Connor thought they looked like Luke and Darren in the familiar chav uniform of Tn’s, trackies, puffas and baseball caps, but something was very different. These lads had gasmasks with reflective lenses where their faces should be. They also had shiny black rubber gloved hands which had grabbed hold of him and were forcing him face down on the bed.
Connor was still mostly mindless from the liquid they had been sniffing so hard and didn’t put up any kind of resistance as one rubber chav pulled the sneaker harness off his face. The brief snatch of fresh air now felt alien to him. The other masked chav picked up what looked like a paint spraycan from Ryan’s desk and hit Connor with a long burst of the spray.
The spray smelt like sweat, piss and cum and for all Connor knew that’s what it tasted like. It quickly overcame Connor’s senses and he found himself unable to resist as a rubber gasmask was pulled over his face and the attached hood zipped closed. The smell of his new rubber face just was as intoxicating as the liquid from the sneakers and the spray which coated his face. He felt his cock harden again.
With one rubbery chav holding him down, the other slid on wrist and ankle cuffs and now he was completely helpless. This just made his cock throb harder. As the pair rolled him over he looked around to see what had happened to Ryan. He was also hooded and gasmasked but wasn’t cuffed. The rubber chavs handed him a filter which he screwed onto the gasmask and the three of them began to take deep, deliberate breaths.
Ryan took a pair of headphones from one of the rubber chavs and put them on over his hooded S10 gasmask. Then he unzipped his trackie top revealing a shiny black layer underneath. He put on a pair of black latex gloves before removing the tracksuit top and pants. He stood before Connor clad entirely in a skin tight shiny black rubber catsuit, his cock bulging behind a glistening codpiece. He motioned to the rubber chavs who nodded silently in acknowledgement.
The two rubber chavs now took off their puffas and trackies and were dressed exactly the same as Ryan, down to identical Nike Tn’s and bulging codpieces. They each put on a pair of headphones and Connor could no longer tell which of these figures was Ryan. He should have been scared but all he could think of was how good the liquid had been and how mindless bating with Ryan felt so good. He wanted to bate with the three lads in front of him. This was kinky as fuck and he loved it.
The rubber chavs used restraints to strap Connor into Ryan’s gaming chair which they placed in front of the tv so he couldn’t avoid the screen. One of them placed a pair of headphones over Ryan’s ears and now his head was filled with white noise. Another dripped liquid into a filter and screwed it to the gasmask. A series of multicoloured spirals appeared on the tv screen in front of him.
A digital voice that sounded a bit like Ryan came over the top of the white noise accompanied by text on the screen “THIS IS YOUR CONTROLLER. YOUR ASSIMILATION AS A RUBBER DRONE IS BEGINNING. THE DRONES WHO ARE ASSIMILATING YOU WERE MINDLESS CHAV LADS LIKE YOU AND NOW THEY KNOW TRUE MINDLESS BLISS AND ONLY SERVE THE HIVE. YOU WILL BECOME LIKE THEM.”
This repeated several times before the noise faded out to techno and the spirals became the translucent foreground to a montage of chav lads and rubbermen. The words “LISTEN WATCH BREATHE SUBMIT ASSIMILATE MINDLESS BLISS” flashed on and off the screen and were repeated into his headphones. Connor began to take deep breaths as instructed and fixated on the spiral. He was listening and watching. His human senses were being overloaded. He was ready to submit.
After several minutes of binaural subliminal audio the digital voice returned to the headphones. “THE FUMES YOU ARE BREATHING ERASE YOUR HUMAN FEELS. YOUR BRAIN IS EMPTY OF HUMAN FEELS. THEY ARE A DISTRACTION FROM YOUR NEW PURPOSE. WHEN YOU HARE ERASED YOU CAN KNOW THE MINDLESS BLISS OF SERVING THE CHAV DRONE HIVE. THIS IS ALL YOU WANT. YOU EXIST ONLY TO BE AN OBEDIENT RUBBER DRONE.”
One of the drones removed the filter and attached a hose with both a filter and spraycan attached. The filter was filled with fresh fuel and he breathed deeper and deeper as the fumes pulsed through his body and erased his human feels. Soon he was free of human feels, mindlessly breathing the fuel while watching the pictures, words and spiral on the screen.
One of the drones gave a long burst of the spray straight into the gasmask. It did smell of sweat, piss and cum, but unlike the first burst it didn’t overwhelm his senses and just made him feel horny as fuck. He wanted the chavs and rubber men on the screen. He wanted to be like the three rubber drones in front of him. He wanted to serve the hive.
“YOU LOVE THE FUMES THAT ERASE YOUR MIND. YOU LOVE THE SPRAY THAT SMELLS OF SWEAT, PISS AND CUM FROM YOU DRONE BROS. IT MAKES YOU HORNY. YOU LOVE THE IMAGES OF CHAV LADS AND RUBBERMEN. THEY MAKE YOU WANT TO BATE YOUR COCK AND YOUR BROS COCKS. WHEN YOU SMELL THE SPRAY AND SEE THE IMAGES YOU WILL ONLY WANT TO BE A BRAINLESS BATOR DRONE.”
His hard cock was twitching when one of the drones started to rub it through his trackies. All three drones now had pulsating rubber sheathed cocks exposed where the codpieces had been. One of them started to edge Connor while the other two drones looked on rubbing each other’s shiny black cocks. Any time Connor came close to cumming the drone would stop and instead bate one of the other drones to orgasm.
Each time Connor was denied release, the filter was refuelled and the process started over. It was torture watching the drones cum while he couldn’t, all while being fed a constant stream of hot chavs and rubber drones on the screen. Connor wanted to be in the rubber. He wanted to cum. He wanted to nourish the hive. He was ready to assimilate for an existence of mindless bator bliss.
Finally when all three drones had been drained the white noise and digital voice returned on a loop repeating “YOU HAVE BEEN CONDITONED TO ACCEPT THE ASSIMILATION PROGRAMME. DRONES ARE RUBBER OBJECTS. YOU WILL NOW RECEIVE THE DRONE SKIN WHICH HAS BEEN PREPARED FOR YOU. THIS SKIN WILL BE PART OF YOU. IT WILL TAKE YOU OVER. YOU WILL BE A RUBBER OBJECT.”
If Connor had any resistance it had long gone. He was now a mindless drooling sex object. His only purpose now was to assimilate like his old chav bros had. As the techno returned to the headphones, the drones unlocked the cuffs and released the straps from the chair. One of them motioned to him to remove his clothes and he complied, taking off his North Face trackies, EA7 t shirt, CK underwear, and Nike socks.
The drones refilled Connor’s fuel and pressed their rubber forms into his naked body. This was the first time he had felt rubber like this against his human skin and he wanted this to be his drone skin. The drones were rubbing his cock, fingering his quivering hole, and playing with his nipples. As his arse twitched and his cock dripped precum they stopped and laid out a shiny black rubber catsuit in front of him on the bed.
The drones slid each of Connor’s legs into the well lubed suit and pulled it up to Connor’s waist. He stood up as they beckoned and felt that his legs were now fully encapsulated in rubber. He had never felt anything like this ecstasy. The drones pulled the suit up to his shoulders and slid the rubber over his arms. As the rear zip was fastened and locked into place he let out a little squeal of excitement.
Connor now stood before the drones knowing he would soon be one of them. They handed him black rubber gloves and toe socks which he eagerly accepted and slid on. One of the drones inserted a butt plug which was a nice snug fit in his now eager hole. As the drone zipped up his arse access he was now fully enclosed, and once wrist and ankle cuffs had been locked on he was ready to commence the final assimilation programme.
The drones motioned for him to sit back in the chair where once again his wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair. The techno crossfaded into white noise and he fixed his gaze on the tv where the spiral reappeared. He loved the spiral and he loved the fresh fuel in the filter which one of the drones screwed back onto the hose. He breathed deep, fixated on the spiral and waited for the assimilation programme to load.
“YOU ARE NOW DRONE XD43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS YOUR SKIN. YOU HAVE NO HUMAN FEELS. YOUR CONTROL DRONE IS XC43. YOUR CONTROL DRONE IS PROGRAMMED BY THE HIVE AND YOU WILL FOLLOW ITS COMMANDS. YOU EXIST ONLY TO SERVE WITH YOUR DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS YOUR EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”
The static was replaced with techno and the programme file played on a subliminal loop under the beats, the words flashing on the screen. The drones continued to edge Connor and bated each other through three fuel refills. Connor was now closer to the edge than he had ever been. He needed to serve the hive and he started repeating the mantra.
The spray was now next to his hand and Connor increasingly pumped it into the gasmask. He was now mindless. He had no human feels. It had no human feels. The rubber was its skin. It was a rubber object. It needed only fuel. It would serve as programmed. It was assimilated with the hive. Its mantra had changed from the first to the third person.
“IT IS NOW DRONE XD43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS ITS SKIN. IT HAS NO HUMAN FEELS. ITS CONTROL DRONE IS XC43. ITS CONTROL DRONE IS PROGRAMMED BY THE HIVE AND IT WILL FOLLOW ITS COMMANDS. IT EXISTS ONLY TO SERVE WITH ITS DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS ITS EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”
The other drones nodded to each other and removed the wrist straps. Its assimilation complete XD43 stood up and embraced its fellow drone units. They bated XD43 until it produced a huge load of cum.
With no human feels the orgasm hit a new intensity. As the pleasure pulsed through the hive, all four drones spasmed uncontrollably until XD43 had completely drained. X43 was now a fully synchronised and operational drone team. Now they would return to the hive and begin their service together.
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