This is my life now. People on the street comment my appearance. Say I look tacky, dumb. All the bad things there saying about me reinforce Master's training. The more I'm treated like a dumb chav the more I become one.
Got so horny for chav shit and BNWO/MNWO i cant fuck with regular guys now, if you look like/dress like this just know im immediately falling to my knees for you to collar and enslave me… if I end up as some gangs fuck slave thats just all the better
This is Tyler, he was top of his class heading into his senior year of high school. Slightly older than most students he had just turned eighteen at the beginning of summer before he was planning on easily graduating as valedictorian of his class. His parents had surprised him by blowing up at learning he had started dating a young man in college. They had deluded themselves into believing that Tyler would just be a late bloomer with girls, willfully ignoring all the obvious signs that their son was very gay. Telling him that he would have to go to some church program, or be kicked out. Tyler had never had any sort of job, but couldn’t bear the thought of going to what he could only assume was some sort of medieval conversion camp.
Tyler was in luck, (or so he believed,) he had a gay uncle who his parents had always kept away. He did however have his uncle’s phone number, texting him he was in need of a place to stay. This would indeed have been fortunate if uncle Byron hadn’t been something of a sadist, who was happy to have a young mind to mold. He planned on making this boy into a steady stream of revenue, he knew he could turn this bright boy into an empty headed cam model. Tyler arrived with a car loaded with books and clothes mostly, his parents frozen him out for weeks, but gave him a list of things he was approved to take with him, signed and left on a table for him to find. He was deeply in need of support and care, the drama with his parents had even interfered and then ended his relationship. To have someone already so broken was going to make Byron’s goal so much easier.
Byron had to start work fast it was only three weeks until Tyler started school again. He had tried out some techniques on a few guys since college. He was always obsessed with the idea turning guys into the brainless objects he dreamed of, and had refined a technique of doing this. Tyler was going to fund uncle Byron turning this into a real business, the business of turning men into muscle gods with pliant minds. He spent the first night just showing Tyler around the apartment, making dinner and listening to Tyler he was obviously depressed so he gave endless supportive platitudes. Tyler was opening up to his uncle Byron as he had never done before assuming he should trust not only an uncle but a gay uncle who could understand his problems. Unfortunately Byron really just listened for details he could use against the poor boy.
The next morning they were going to Byron’s gym first thing. As they were leaving he gave Tyler a pre workout spiked with a mixture of mdma and an amphetamine from Malaysia that created an incredible euphoria. Tyler was expecting a nice clean gay gym, this place was a little grimy and smelled worse than any high school locker rooms. Soon though he was having more fun than he had ever had in his whole life. He was completely wrecked after a few hours of making him test his strength. Thanks to the drugs he was not phased when byron told him he usually had a couple of drinks and a joint after a workout like that, tyler wasn’t going to join but not bothered as he usually would be. By the time they reached the apartment Tyler had agreed to the drink. This would have k as a mixer, he would soon be floating on waves of relaxation this went on every day increasing dosages adding capsules of magic mushrooms telling him they were vitamins, he was already taking a few of those pills in addition to the several capsules a day until three days before the start of the school year. He told Byron he couldn’t go to the gym because he had to go get all the supplies and books he needed to start the year. To celebrate Byron gave Tyler several hundred dollar bills to get anything he needed, and proceeded to get out what he said was a very special joint. He handed this to a greedy looking nephew. Tyler had begun to realize he liked the lazy stoned feeling after a long workout. Besides he had time and money to spare before school actually started. This joint wasn’t just special it was amazing, his uncle began asking him questions after just a few puffs he couldn’t spell his first name and remember what he had been saying by the end of it.
He went to the mall by himself, not only did he want to surprise everyone with his new body, that had quickly gained 30 pounds of muscle, but he had also been skipping showers and wearing clean clothes, he would think of it, but he was usually told to take a pill or capsule or puff something. He was easily controlled by drugs blissing Tyler out but he was only sleeping a couple hours a night, and had been for almost 3 weeks, his brain was mush when he wandered in for clothes books etc. Byron was called 45 minutes after he had dropped Tyler off, he was ready. He got in the car with 4or 5 bags and didn’t say a word until we were out of the parking structure. “Like it was hilarious, that joint hit me so hard man! Like I couldn’t count money! I just found all this cool gear, I passed an ap calc test, I couldn’t figure out the money! He broke into a braying slightly manic laugh. When his uncle asked him if he had bought any school supplies, again he burst into childish laughter. He had found himself to very prone to giggles lately, Byron knew why, but encouraged Tyler to find endless humor in his degrading mental abilities. He is quickly forgetting all the pleasures he took in achieving, giving into a simple existence that was geared towards pleasure. The teachers and students are going to be surprised this valedictorian can no longer seam to spell the word.
Chav! S’nothing! Look, ok I got it - caught it off one of me mates at the bike meet last week, and ok got them bloody headaches right yeah? But once they gone? It ain’t a relief, it’s like you sees the world completely different, yeah? Mean, it makes things bloody clearer don’t it? No fucking point of that office place, yeah? Just a bloody relief not going there no more, s’much better hanging out with me fam during the day in town - or down the park, yeah? Christ! When I thinks how much I wasted doing that job thing - don’t bear thinking about, do it? Nah, me fam’s more important ain’t they? Mean, they get me yeah? Real understand things, like what I does. Always ready for a laff, a smoke or handing me a tin. And when I fucking needs a huff on one of their sneax, there’s always a bro ready to help out, understand? JD’s even does some nice shiny shit like me old bike leathers, dont it? So not a complete change, is it?
It had finally arrived. You’d saved up for it for a while now and had given your exact measurements in the hopes of a perfect fit.
The website you ordered it from was a bit odd but you couldn’t help but be drawn in by the rubber suits they had on offer.
When you open the package your senses are immediately hit with the synthetic chemical smell of latex. The smell travels straight to a deeper part of your brain that is triggered by arousing stimuli.
You lift the rubber suit out of the packaging. The rubber is cold at your hands. The suit is black and glossy with green lines and a central green spiral. The suit feels almost alien. It’s like nothing you have ever worn before but there is a pull. You are drawn to it. The way the rubber slides over your fingers, all you can think about is how much you want it to cover you.
You want to be covered, coated, encased by the rubber. You want it to be part of you. No. You want to be part of it. You want to give the rubber structure and form.
You slip your legs into the suit. At first the rubber is cold reminding you of its industrial, synthetic nature but soon it is warmed by your body like a symbiotic organism adjusting to its host.
The latex moulds to your calf’s and thighs, hugging your legs and accentuating your muscles. The contours of you body become smoother, you legs now look unfamiliar but enhanced.
The feeling excites you. The touch of the smooth rubber. The chemical smell. The sight of the glossy, shiny black and green of your new skin all stimulate your senses.
You pull the rubber up over your waist and your growing bulge. You slip your arms into the suit. You pull it over your chest and shoulders.
The rubber is now adjusted to your body temperature. It hugs you and holds you.
You feel your posture straighten.
You admire the feel of your new glossy black and green skin tight suit. Your hands glide over it. The feel of your hands over the rubber skin is arousing. You feel your smooth contours. You rub your firm bulge through the rubber. The new sensations are overwhelming. You want more. More rubber. You want it to cover you completely. Not as clothing but as a completely new skin. You want it to envelope you. You want to lose yourself inside the rubber.
You pull on the black rubber socks and gloves and admire the feel.
Yes this feels good. The rubber costs more and more of your skin. You are becoming more and more a rubber being. A rubber object.
You bring your new rubber covered hands to your face. You take a deep inhale of the irresistible synthetic smell of your new form.
You can’t help but feel your new body with your new rubber hands. This feels good. This feels right.
You can’t help but stroke your bulge through the rubber.
But your head and face remain uncovered. Still evidence of human flesh.
Inside the package is a black rubber gas mask.
You hold the gas mask up to your face.
Your old human anxieties and previous cautious impulses are suppressed, fading. They are replaced by arousal and a longing to become a rubber object.
The gas mask pulls at your desires. The internal visor pulses with a hypnotic swirling green spiral.
It promises a dark destiny. To be perfected. To be rubberised. To become a rubber drone.
The colours of your surroundings fade into an alien green hue.
The power of the green spiral grows in your mind.
You hear a hypnotic pulsing binaural beat drawing your conscious mind down into a trace like state.
The gas mask steadily inches closer and closer to your face. You are so close now. So close to completion.
The gas mask seals itself around your head.
Your first new breath is a deep one, filling your lungs with new strange air. You body immediately relaxes. The tension has slipped away as your mind and body feel a sense of relief as if they have arrived at the destination they were always meant to achieve.
You feel no fear. No stress. No burdens.
You feel strong. You feel relaxed. You feel perfected.
The spirals in your visor and the binaural beats filling your ears pull you deeper into trance. They confirm your new identity as a drone. An obedient drone. A rubber object.
An imperfect human is no more. Now perfected as an obedient rubber drone.
The programming begins. You head The Programmers voice inside your head.
SERVE DRONE PROGRAM INITIATED.
YOU ARE A SERVER DRONE.
I AM THE PROGRAMMER.
TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER.
Your destiny is fulfilled. You belong to the Programmer. You will obey him. You will serve the server.
The Programmers instructions bring you home to The Server Facility.
You enter your stasis pod and let the Programmers words complete your assimilation. Your new life as a server drone has begun.
💬 17 🔁 126 ❤️ 383 · Welcome to The Server · You know you have been searching
For a collective to serve.
You know you have been searching
Jake accidentally stared at the TV for too long. In an instant, he went from scoffing at the strange, stiff, old fashioned local public access station, to frozen, ready to obey any command from the Police Chief on TV. Finally, Chief said “If you wish to be a participant in the Control Program, kneel now… Good boys.”
A Night at the Club
A young man spots a strange group of men at a new club, curiosity gets the better of him and he soon finds himself SERVE-ing a whole new purpose.
*I noticed I missed a snippet of audio that shouldn't be there. Intended to not have any, apologies*
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