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READY FOR FURTHER PROGRAMMING, I“M JUST A DRONE - RUBBERPHOENIX
You donāt know the owner of the huge house that you find yourself partying in, but it doesnāt matter - you get the impression that no-one else does either.
Youād arrived with your mate and a suave dude that had told you about this house party on the edge of town, reassured you that it would be a lot more fun than the tired clubs of the city centre.
Suave guy has long since vanished, and your mate had gone home unwell, leaving you alone amid multitudinous attractive men and women.
The house is huge, the kind that speaks of old money. The wood-panelled walls simultaneously contrasts with and compliment the loud outfits worn by the numerous attendees. Whoever the host is, heās done a good job; thereās a bar in the main ballroom, and the music pounds its sleazy bass in every corridor and room. The paintings of old owners look judgmentally at the depravity - or is it jealousy? They never had the opportunities we have.
Your headās not in the game, you realise. A few older guys make some passes at you, but youāre not feeling it, especially without your wingman. The alcohol, or maybe the fact that you donāt know anyone, makes you feel detached.
You decide to take a moment and head upstairs in search of a bathroom.
The house is labyrinthine. Presently, you realise that the music has faded into a muted, underwater memory of itself, and you are quite alone. You trace your hand along the wall as you find yourself drawn inexorably into the heart of the old mansion.
You push open a door. Itās clearly not a bathroom, but you enter anyway.
Despite the oddity of what you see, you are not surprised. A man, clearly well toned despite the skin-tight black suit covering his whole body, is stood at the end of a grand four poster bed. His body is the silhouette of an āX,ā his wrists and ankles locked in leather cuffs that are padlocked to the wooden frame of the four poster. A leather belt is chained to the foot of the bed, giving the man little purchase.
A gas mask obscures the manās face, and you can hear muffled indignation from beneath. The hose connected to the mouth splits and reaches back round to what looks like a backpack. You are reminded of those dorky hats with straws connected to beer cans.
Every so often, the man convulses, and youāre aware of your growing semi. This fifty shades stuff isnāt really your scene, but seeing the guy struggle is undeniably hot. No-one seems to be around, and you touch the rubber-clad man.
The frustrated sounds become pleas, and something in the manās tone makes it clear that he is not enjoying himself.
Nervously, you reach behind the manās head and unbuckle the gasmask from him. It hangs loosely on his chest.
Heās cute, you realise, a little older than you. His short hair is wet with sweat, and you remove the fabric blindfold and pecker gag that obscure his features. Earphones fall away as you pull the blindfold away.
The cute lad blinks as if suffering the glare of the summer sun, though the room is dimly lit.
āWho are you?ā he asks warily, and you tell him your name.
āWhereās the dude that did this to you?ā you ask him.
The guy shrugs as best he can in such tight bondage. āNot sure.ā
You feel suddenly very exposed and glance back at the door. āAre youā¦did youā¦is this all ok? Are you into this kind of thing?ā
The guy grins ruefully. āIn small doses, yeah. This -ā he rattles his padlocked wrists - āis a bit much for me.ā He tips his chin at the dresser opposite. A small collection of keys are bunched together on the side. āHelp me out? I need a piss!ā He laughs, then suddenly winces.
āYou ok pal?ā you ask, concerned.
He nods through what appears to be pain, eyes closed, then recovers. āThe fuckerās put an electric butt plug up there. Sort me out man.ā
You fetch the keys and after much fumbling, begin to remove the padlocks. You learn the ladās name - Jake - and he sighs with relief as he rubs his freed wrists.
He isnāt shy as he peels off the rubber suit, and you canāt help but crotch-check. To your surprise, you see a chastity cage round his junk. āIāve always wondered what theyāre like to wear,ā you say aloud as Jake tries key after key until the cage is disassembled. His cock swells the moment the cage is off, and he makes a sound of unbridled relief.
āBe my guest,ā he jokes, and you resist the temptation to pick up and inspect the chastity cage while he extracts the butt plug.
Jake steps into the ensuite bathroom and noisily pisses. You pick up the rubber suit that had so snugly fitted him. āTry it on,ā he suggests when he reappears. Thereās an eagerness that you mistake for latent horniness.
Despite feeling slightly grossed out at using Jakeās sweat as a kind of lube to squeeze into the rubber, you canāt help but appreciate the sexy suit.
āIs your Mister Grey gonna be pissed that youāre not where he left you?ā you joke.
āProbably,ā Jake says, and you donāt resist as he buckles the leather cuffs to your wrists.
āYouād better remember which key does what,ā you half joke as Jake shakily padlocks the cuffs into place.
Your first indication that something isnāt quite right comes when Jake, tight-lipped, shrugs. Then, with no warning, he clips the cuffs together behind your back. You tug hard, only to realise that the cuffs are connected by chain to the foot of the bed.
āIām not feeling this man,ā you say, affecting a casual air. āLet me out, yeah?ā
Jake isnāt smiling any more. āIām sorry,ā he says, and clearly means it. āTrust me when I tell you that I know how you feel right now.ā
You can feel your heart beating faster. āYouāre freaking me out pal,ā you say, and hearing the panic in your own voice makes you worse. The chain holds fast as you jerk it hard. āLet me out, and Iāll not say a word of this, to anyone.ā
Jake is shaking his head, and is about to say something - but the door is opening, and a man advances into the room. You hate that your first thought is how attractive the older man is, with his short hair, wide shoulders and clearly muscled body.
Indignation battles amusement on the manās face. āWhatās happening lad?ā he rumbles.
Jake has his hands up as though trying to charm a charging bull. āSir, hear me out, please. I want out. Itās beenā¦interesting, but I never wanted this - you know I didnāt.ā
āSirā expels air through his nostrils and touches his stubbled chin thoughtfully. He turns his attention to you and looks you up and down. You are reminded of when your father appraised a new car at a showroom.
āLook, I donāt want to get caught up in this-ā you begin to say, but Sir catches your eye and you decide that it might be better to keep silent, for now.
āYou made this trade before,ā Jake is saying, and thereās a pleading note in his voice. āJustā¦take him. Heās your type. Iāve done my time, please, let me leave.ā
Sir thinks for a moment. He looks between you and Jake. Then, with a sigh, he nods, and Jake gushes his thanks.
āI donāt want you to get the wrong idea,ā you begin to say as Jake half runs out of the room - and then Sir is in front of you, and has you by the hair. You squirm and open your mouth to protest, only for Sir to forcefully shove the still-wet pecker gag between your lips, buckling it in place.
āYou will speak when given permission,ā Sir rumbles, and strikes you across the face. You strain agains the leather cuffs behind your back, and this earns you another slap, harder.
You catch Sirās eye. The fuckerās mad, you realise - then heās roughly tying fabric around your head, and youāre blind to everything. Thick fingers slip between your blindfold and your ears - the hiss of white noise fills your senses.
The gravity of the situation hits you - this isnāt a game. You put every ounce of your being into resistance, to try and free yourself, only to receive three sharp slaps that sets stars in the darkness of your blindness.
Your hands are suddenly free of the chain, but still locked behind your back. Thereās a moment of weightlessness, of vertigo - and then youāre on your stomach, with soft bedding beneath you. You scrabble up the bed, only to feel strong hands on your ankles, dragging you back.
Sirās full weight is on you now, and you feel pressure around your nose and mouth, and then a tightening around your whole head - the gasmask is affixed and you throw your head this way and that, but you canāt dislodge it. You can feel how strangely mechanical the mask has made your breathing, how drawing air is a conscious effort now.
Your ankles are spread and locked in place. You try to speak around the gag, to explain that a mistake is being made - and then a chemically sweet scent touches your nose.
Chloroform, you think, and hold your breath. Itās a waste of effort. Eventually, you breathe out and gasp in the sweet scent. The white noise thumps to match your heart beat. An almost loving thumb strokes your head as your mind spins on an unknown axis. Are there whispers in the white noise now?
Another dose, and you strain against the bondage and you moan. The pecker gag feels like a dick against your tongue. Iām being kidnapped, your dulling mind tells you, but all thought falls away as you take a third breath, and you become aware of the thick object being pushed against your hole.
It slides in, and to your slowed self, you observe how free of discomfort it was. Every breath is changing you - you shudder and test the limits of your unyielding restraints and become keenly aware of how rock hard you are. All the while, that thumb strokes your head reassuringly as you breathe in dose after dose. Is the white noise telling you how good youāre being?
āThis is you now, drone.ā You donāt hear the voice of Sir so much as feel the vibration of his words against your ears, his chest on your back, the firmness of his cock on your ass. The electric butt plug begins to pulse rhythmically inside you. āYou belong to me. Training begins now.ā
***
Riffing off the other stories of forced bdsm servitude. Goals, haha
My Adult Hypnosis Files
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-Hypnoboy Part 1Ā (lvl 1)
-Hypnoboy Part 2Ā (lvl 2)
-Hypnoboy Part 3Ā (lvl 3)
-Hypnoboy Training Pt. 1 (lvl 2)
-Hypnoboy Training Pt. 2 (lvl 2)
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-Puppy Pet Training Part 2 (lvl 2)
-Puppy Pet Training Part 3 (lvl 3)
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-Dumbing Down Machine (lvl 2)
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-Stroke Yourself Silly (lvl 1)
-Halloween Werewolf Transformation (lvl 2)
-Mindless Masturbator (lvl 3)
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-Encounter with an Incubus (lvl 1)
-A Christmas Gift (lvl 2)
-Desire (lvl 2)
-New Normal (lvl 3)
-Hypnojock (lvl 2)
-Pleasure Pod (lvl 2)
-Obsession: Cocks (lvl 1)
-Raydenās Pet Imp (lvl 3)
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Kyle awoke feeling strange, like his skin felt thicker, stiffer, hotter. He rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, as soon as the light hit his body, he freaked out. Somehow he had contracted the rubber virus. He dident understand, he hadent been with anyone recently, in fact he hadent even busted a nut all week.
He had to figure something out before his roommate came home. He dident want his roomate to freak out and kick him out. He heard the door shut downstairs. Before he could figure out what to do, his roommate was standing behind him, smirking.
āHa, it did work, I was beginning to worry.ā Kyle tried to ask what was going on but couldnāt form the words. āWhats the matter Kyle, you feeling fuzzy? *he smirked* "that must be the pup virus too, they said it was a possibility to get both, guess I lucked outā
Kyleās knees were weak and he fell to his hands and knees, and almost began to wag.
āAwe such a good boy, Iāve always thought youād be a good little rubber pup and I was right.ā The roommate undid his pants and instantly drove his rock hard cock into Kyleās new rubber ass. Both boys let out a deep moan.
Kyleās roommate was going to love his improved roommate, or was he?
To be continuedā¦..
Another case of the rubber virus has been reported. This time a young man who was out skateboarding in the wrong area at the wrong time. He was cruising down the abandoned section of his town, doing tricks off of the walls, jumping potholes, having fun.
From under one of the bridged he heard some strange noises and decided to investigate, but he wasnāt prepared for what he found. It was a hot young guy thrashing about, almost lime he was in pain, but he saw no injuries. While thrashing about he ripped his clothes off, revealing his large cock, which was increadably hard. The boy figured he was drugged with squirt or something, that was untill he noticed the guys cock walk almost turning black⦠And rubbery.
When he realized that the guy had contracted the rubber virus, it was to late. The guy jumped up and tackled the skater to the ground, pinning him on his stomach. The guy ripped off the skater pants and drove his rubber cock deep into the skater ass, causing him to yelp in pain.
The skater could feel the guys body slowly being taken over by the rubber, and he could feel the warmth of the rubber cock in his ass. He knew it was too late. The guy was to far gone to escape. The skater just tried to focus on keeping his mind. But it wasnāt easy with the 10" rubber cock pounding away as his prostate.
He felt the guys cock swell just before shooting a rubbery load of deep into the skaters body. He felt it take affect imediately. He could feel the rubber spreading inside him. Then out of his ass and cock. Slowly taking over his body. He lied next to his captor, both allowing the rest of the rubber to engulf them.
The guy ran off to find his next hole to fuck and the skater stood up. The skater was increadably lucky, he was one if the few who managed to keep his mind, mostly intact. He was increadably horny, wanting a hole to fuck, but he also knew he had to be careful. Maybe he can find a way to be semi normalā¦. or can he.
Keith always walked home late from work, never thought anything of it, untill one night.
It was a normal summer night, the moon was full, quiet streets near the factory, but something felt off. He swore he heard the occasional squeak. He felt like he was being watched. He was right, a rubber drone, infected with the rubber virus lurked in the shadows. Keith was caught off guard by the drone when it pounced. Keith was knocked to the ground by the rubber drone. Keith was a pretty large guy, and the drone matched his size, but it fell as if the drone was larger. Keith struggled under the drone but bairly managed to get himself free. The drone had managed to tear Keithās shirt off and break his belt. The drone reacted quickly, pinning Keith to the wall. The drone managed to rip Keithās pants loose, dropping them around his ankles. Keith went to break free but was knocked down by his own pants tripping him.
The drone used this opportunity to rip Keithās underwear off, exposing his tight virgin hole. Keith fought but couldent move the drone off of him. Keith felt the cold rubber cock of the drone prodding his hole. He fought to keep him out. The drone laughed as his 10 inch rubber cock broke the seal of Keithās virgin ass. Keith moaned in pain and soon pleasure as the rubber precum of the drone lubricated Keithās ass.
The drone held Keithās furry but muscular torso with his thick rubber arms, the feeling of the rubber slowly turning him on as the thick rubber cock in his ass fucked his brain, and the rubbery precum slowly consumed his ass.
Keith fought to hold the rubber back, it slowly creeping around his swelling balls and hardening cock. The rubber slowly breaking down his resistance. Keith was a fighter, but was finally being broken by the thick, slippery rubber cock in his ass and the rubber coating his body and brain.
It took 3 hours of rubber fucking to finally convert Keith, but keith was finally made into a alpha rubber drone. His furry muscular body now slick rubber. His brain controlled by his thick, veiny, rubbery cock. Keith will be a great addition to the rubber drone collective, perfect for taking larger prey into the fold.
Brad was a real horndog, constantly getting laid and very into sex, but was not really kinky. He got a message on his hookup app from a potential lay, but the guy was into major kink. They talked briefly and the guy promised that if Brad tried out some of his gear, that heād have the most intense orgasm ever, so Brad agreed.
When he arrived at the guys house, they chatted and had a drink then got busy. The man talked brad into trying some pretty intense gear, and Brad was seemingly enjoying it all. The man told Brad to lay down on the rubbery bed and he did, his throbbing cock the only thing not covered by gear. Suddenly he heard clicking and couldnāt move, his body was fastened to the bed. Brad tried to protect but only grunts and muffled noises could be heard. The man smiled, āi made you a promise, you try my gear out, and ill give you the best orgasm of your lifeā. He spoke as he attached a powerful milking pump on Bradās cock. Brad bucked and moaned against the restraints as the machine milked and pleasured his throbbing 9inch cock.
The man laughed āhowever you should have set a limit boy, youāre my new gimp from now on hahaā he laughed as he turned up the speed of the milker as Brad bucked and fought the restraints, with no hope of escape.
Luke was the the captain of the college soccer team and a total alpha stud. He was the most well known, most sought-after man in the college. Every woman wanted him, ever man wanted to be him.
Luke may have had plenty of friends but made plenty of enemies too, specifically a twinky gay nerd named Brad who had grown up around the edger labs.
Brad waited till Luke was the last one in the lockers and then filled the room with knockout gas. When Luke woke up, he was naked, secured to a breeding rack, gagged with a dildo gag and cock in a rubber sheath. Brad came in and moved into position behind Luke and started fucking him. Luke bucked and fought as Brad bred him. Luke couldn't resist the feeling growing in his groin, as he was fucked, he was getting hard and getting close to cumming.
Luke and Brad came in unison, letting a flood of cum loose. Brad pulled out and watched as Lukes cum mixed with the rubber sheath and the rubber begin to grow. The rubber quickly grew over Luke's body, breaking down his mind slowly, becoming owned by the seed deep inside him. Luke had fear in his eyes as Brad smiled and the rubber krept up. It wasn't long before he was incased.
When Brad finally let Luke out of the breeding rack, he was chained to the floor and inspected. Luke was now a drone, a loyal sex drone for Brad š
Kyle had been secretly scouting a boy at the gym, a cute and lean boy who had no clue what he had. It wasnāt long before kyle found the perfect gear in his mystic closet to take the boy and make him his.
He waited until the boy stepped into the showers, then switched out his shoes. The boy had finished showering after everyone else, it was perfect timing. The moment the boy put the shoes on, the rubber instantly began creeping up his legs. The boy squirmed in pleasure and moaned as the rubber crept over his cock and balls turning his 8incher into an extremely sensitive null bulge. It continued to creep over his body until it reached his head. The rubber then began to form the perfect pup hood. As the hood formed, it crept into the boys brain, turning it to horny, obedient mush.
The boy would soon be Kyles perfect little pup, horny day and night.
READY FOR FURTHER PROGRAMMING, I“M JUST A DRONE - RUBBERPHOENIX
You donāt know the owner of the huge house that you find yourself partying in, but it doesnāt matter - you get the impression that no-one else does either.
Youād arrived with your mate and a suave dude that had told you about this house party on the edge of town, reassured you that it would be a lot more fun than the tired clubs of the city centre.
Suave guy has long since vanished, and your mate had gone home unwell, leaving you alone amid multitudinous attractive men and women.
The house is huge, the kind that speaks of old money. The wood-panelled walls simultaneously contrasts with and compliment the loud outfits worn by the numerous attendees. Whoever the host is, heās done a good job; thereās a bar in the main ballroom, and the music pounds its sleazy bass in every corridor and room. The paintings of old owners look judgmentally at the depravity - or is it jealousy? They never had the opportunities we have.
Your headās not in the game, you realise. A few older guys make some passes at you, but youāre not feeling it, especially without your wingman. The alcohol, or maybe the fact that you donāt know anyone, makes you feel detached.
You decide to take a moment and head upstairs in search of a bathroom.
The house is labyrinthine. Presently, you realise that the music has faded into a muted, underwater memory of itself, and you are quite alone. You trace your hand along the wall as you find yourself drawn inexorably into the heart of the old mansion.
You push open a door. Itās clearly not a bathroom, but you enter anyway.
Despite the oddity of what you see, you are not surprised. A man, clearly well toned despite the skin-tight black suit covering his whole body, is stood at the end of a grand four poster bed. His body is the silhouette of an āX,ā his wrists and ankles locked in leather cuffs that are padlocked to the wooden frame of the four poster. A leather belt is chained to the foot of the bed, giving the man little purchase.
A gas mask obscures the manās face, and you can hear muffled indignation from beneath. The hose connected to the mouth splits and reaches back round to what looks like a backpack. You are reminded of those dorky hats with straws connected to beer cans.
Every so often, the man convulses, and youāre aware of your growing semi. This fifty shades stuff isnāt really your scene, but seeing the guy struggle is undeniably hot. No-one seems to be around, and you touch the rubber-clad man.
The frustrated sounds become pleas, and something in the manās tone makes it clear that he is not enjoying himself.
Nervously, you reach behind the manās head and unbuckle the gasmask from him. It hangs loosely on his chest.
Heās cute, you realise, a little older than you. His short hair is wet with sweat, and you remove the fabric blindfold and pecker gag that obscure his features. Earphones fall away as you pull the blindfold away.
The cute lad blinks as if suffering the glare of the summer sun, though the room is dimly lit.
āWho are you?ā he asks warily, and you tell him your name.
āWhereās the dude that did this to you?ā you ask him.
The guy shrugs as best he can in such tight bondage. āNot sure.ā
You feel suddenly very exposed and glance back at the door. āAre youā¦did youā¦is this all ok? Are you into this kind of thing?ā
The guy grins ruefully. āIn small doses, yeah. This -ā he rattles his padlocked wrists - āis a bit much for me.ā He tips his chin at the dresser opposite. A small collection of keys are bunched together on the side. āHelp me out? I need a piss!ā He laughs, then suddenly winces.
āYou ok pal?ā you ask, concerned.
He nods through what appears to be pain, eyes closed, then recovers. āThe fuckerās put an electric butt plug up there. Sort me out man.ā
You fetch the keys and after much fumbling, begin to remove the padlocks. You learn the ladās name - Jake - and he sighs with relief as he rubs his freed wrists.
He isnāt shy as he peels off the rubber suit, and you canāt help but crotch-check. To your surprise, you see a chastity cage round his junk. āIāve always wondered what theyāre like to wear,ā you say aloud as Jake tries key after key until the cage is disassembled. His cock swells the moment the cage is off, and he makes a sound of unbridled relief.
āBe my guest,ā he jokes, and you resist the temptation to pick up and inspect the chastity cage while he extracts the butt plug.
Jake steps into the ensuite bathroom and noisily pisses. You pick up the rubber suit that had so snugly fitted him. āTry it on,ā he suggests when he reappears. Thereās an eagerness that you mistake for latent horniness.
Despite feeling slightly grossed out at using Jakeās sweat as a kind of lube to squeeze into the rubber, you canāt help but appreciate the sexy suit.
āIs your Mister Grey gonna be pissed that youāre not where he left you?ā you joke.
āProbably,ā Jake says, and you donāt resist as he buckles the leather cuffs to your wrists.
āYouād better remember which key does what,ā you half joke as Jake shakily padlocks the cuffs into place.
Your first indication that something isnāt quite right comes when Jake, tight-lipped, shrugs. Then, with no warning, he clips the cuffs together behind your back. You tug hard, only to realise that the cuffs are connected by chain to the foot of the bed.
āIām not feeling this man,ā you say, affecting a casual air. āLet me out, yeah?ā
Jake isnāt smiling any more. āIām sorry,ā he says, and clearly means it. āTrust me when I tell you that I know how you feel right now.ā
You can feel your heart beating faster. āYouāre freaking me out pal,ā you say, and hearing the panic in your own voice makes you worse. The chain holds fast as you jerk it hard. āLet me out, and Iāll not say a word of this, to anyone.ā
Jake is shaking his head, and is about to say something - but the door is opening, and a man advances into the room. You hate that your first thought is how attractive the older man is, with his short hair, wide shoulders and clearly muscled body.
Indignation battles amusement on the manās face. āWhatās happening lad?ā he rumbles.
Jake has his hands up as though trying to charm a charging bull. āSir, hear me out, please. I want out. Itās beenā¦interesting, but I never wanted this - you know I didnāt.ā
āSirā expels air through his nostrils and touches his stubbled chin thoughtfully. He turns his attention to you and looks you up and down. You are reminded of when your father appraised a new car at a showroom.
āLook, I donāt want to get caught up in this-ā you begin to say, but Sir catches your eye and you decide that it might be better to keep silent, for now.
āYou made this trade before,ā Jake is saying, and thereās a pleading note in his voice. āJustā¦take him. Heās your type. Iāve done my time, please, let me leave.ā
Sir thinks for a moment. He looks between you and Jake. Then, with a sigh, he nods, and Jake gushes his thanks.
āI donāt want you to get the wrong idea,ā you begin to say as Jake half runs out of the room - and then Sir is in front of you, and has you by the hair. You squirm and open your mouth to protest, only for Sir to forcefully shove the still-wet pecker gag between your lips, buckling it in place.
āYou will speak when given permission,ā Sir rumbles, and strikes you across the face. You strain agains the leather cuffs behind your back, and this earns you another slap, harder.
You catch Sirās eye. The fuckerās mad, you realise - then heās roughly tying fabric around your head, and youāre blind to everything. Thick fingers slip between your blindfold and your ears - the hiss of white noise fills your senses.
The gravity of the situation hits you - this isnāt a game. You put every ounce of your being into resistance, to try and free yourself, only to receive three sharp slaps that sets stars in the darkness of your blindness.
Your hands are suddenly free of the chain, but still locked behind your back. Thereās a moment of weightlessness, of vertigo - and then youāre on your stomach, with soft bedding beneath you. You scrabble up the bed, only to feel strong hands on your ankles, dragging you back.
Sirās full weight is on you now, and you feel pressure around your nose and mouth, and then a tightening around your whole head - the gasmask is affixed and you throw your head this way and that, but you canāt dislodge it. You can feel how strangely mechanical the mask has made your breathing, how drawing air is a conscious effort now.
Your ankles are spread and locked in place. You try to speak around the gag, to explain that a mistake is being made - and then a chemically sweet scent touches your nose.
Chloroform, you think, and hold your breath. Itās a waste of effort. Eventually, you breathe out and gasp in the sweet scent. The white noise thumps to match your heart beat. An almost loving thumb strokes your head as your mind spins on an unknown axis. Are there whispers in the white noise now?
Another dose, and you strain against the bondage and you moan. The pecker gag feels like a dick against your tongue. Iām being kidnapped, your dulling mind tells you, but all thought falls away as you take a third breath, and you become aware of the thick object being pushed against your hole.
It slides in, and to your slowed self, you observe how free of discomfort it was. Every breath is changing you - you shudder and test the limits of your unyielding restraints and become keenly aware of how rock hard you are. All the while, that thumb strokes your head reassuringly as you breathe in dose after dose. Is the white noise telling you how good youāre being?
āThis is you now, drone.ā You donāt hear the voice of Sir so much as feel the vibration of his words against your ears, his chest on your back, the firmness of his cock on your ass. The electric butt plug begins to pulse rhythmically inside you. āYou belong to me. Training begins now.ā
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