Pup Jaw

A Pup, a Pig, an Orc.

[rubberpigmen]

[rubberpigmen]

“Mein stengel”

I’d been asked to assist my fellow doctor, Dr Matthewson, watching on as he examined a strange case of infection. He’d told me that there’d been a small outbreak among the fetish community, something alien even, which had transformed a handful of men into rubbered freaks apparently. They’d managed to isolate one of the infected specimens and he was going to go into the quarantine area and study them close up.

“It should be easy enough, if I’m well protected” Matthewson said, “we’ve encountered infectious diseases before, but this whole ‘turning into rubber’ situation is new to me.”

“Do you know what causes it?” I asked.

“No one has fully seen the process happen, but apparently once exposed to it, your body changes and you experience a primal, animal-like sex drive. Apparently you take on the characteristics of the infectee. I’ve heard that they stun their prey and fuck them with extra long cocks that expand into the victim.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not gay or into any of that kinky shit.” I laughed, noting that Matthewson looked a little uneasy about being quite so close to one of these creatures.

“Once I get in there, seal the unit up. I’ll change into the biohazard gear and make sure no skin is showing. Once that’s done, monitor the reactions. He’s fortunately strapped down so nothing should go awry.”

“Sure thing.” I watched as Matthewson entered the antechamber and donned his extra protective suit. After the thumbs up I released the door and he entered into the glass cell. Taking his pad to do tests and make readings. I was to make further notes when he communicated to me.

“All good, doctor?”

“Yep, I will take a few swabs and samples and see what we have here. The sedative is wearing off, so I should have enough time before he awakes again.”

I watched as Matthewson went about his examinations, keeping an eye on his temperature in case he fell prey to any infection himself, knowing that he could be rescued if anything too weird occurred.

“Interesting…” Matthewson said. “It seems like it creates a secretion through its pores, weird black goo on closer inspection.”

“Is that the official name for it?” I joked, although I could sense Matthewson’s heart profile racing on the system despite his layers of protective clothing.

Matthewson continued to take samples, and just as he was about to swab the creature’s nostrils, the creature stirred.

“Okay doctor. Don’t take too long, you don’t want to get caught in there when it wakes up!”

Just as I said that, the creature appeared to awaken. It took Matthewson by surprise, and he tried to complete his examination, however when the creature’s head raised up from the slab it seemed to stun Matthewson, and it was muttering something in German, which sounded like “Mein stengel”

“Matthewson, did you get that? What does that mean?”

“I… I think it means… ‘my stem’”

Just as Matthewson muttered that explanation, the creature’s cock began to grow and expand in front of Matthewson. Matthewson seemed to look stunned as the cock grew and raised up towards him.

“Doctor, I think you should get out now. We can administer further gas to stun him… doctor? Doctor! Matthewson, GET OUT!”

Instead the scene was like something out of a horror movie. Matthewson seemed to lose all his faculties, and I could tell by his profile that, oh good, he seemed to be pissing himself and standing there stunned. The monitor in his helmet showed his face going slack and docile as the creature continued to stir.

I was too terrified to unlock the quarantine at this point and watched as Matthewson appeared to be removing his biohazard helmet.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, DOCTOR? GET OUT!”

It was no use. Matthewson stepped forward and closer to the creature and like a zombie, he was beginning to undo the straps holding the creature down. I kept trying to override to try and drug the creature, but risked drugging Matthewson at the same time who seemed lost and yet obedient to the creature.

“It’s… beau…tiful” slurred Matthewson, now under the power of the freed creature, which was now muttering ‘mein stengel’ over and over again. A hypnotized Matthewson stood there as the creature’s expanding cock appeared to be heading towards his mouth.

A dazed Matthewson opened wide and the snaking cock began to slide into his mouth of its own accord. I was out of options as to what to do, and could only look on at my colleague’s mouth appeared to widen at the invasion. Just at that moment, Matthewson’s eyes closed and he started removing his protective gear. Now naked, he stepped forward to the creature who seemed to be caressing Matthewson’s naked form with its oily fingers, leaving traces of black goo across the doctor’s chest.

The creature’s cock then darted around to Matthewson’s ass, the oily substance easing its passage. I could see Matthewson’s features dart from confusion and pain and into ecstasy as the cock made its way into further into him. As I watched a compliant Matthewson accept this never-ending cock, his mouth opened wide and the head of the creature’s cock appeared to come out of his mouth, as if it barged its way through the doctor’s organs. The readings were going red and indicated danger, but our system had never quite experienced this sort of thing before.

As the cock appeared to be poking out of Matthewson’s mouth, the creature leaned forward and began to suck on it’s own cock via the doctor. It was like it was bringing itself to orgasm. Just as the cock seemed to engorge itself, the creature removed itself from sucking and brought its hands up to Matthewson’s mouth, closing it and smearing goo over Matthewson’s face as if to seal it.

The with a loud roar, it was as if the creature ejaculated into Matthewson, whose last moments of humanity saw his eyes dart around in terror, as if he’d come out of this nightmare. And then it happened. It was clear the creature was making Matthewson a new host. I could see black cum begin to trickle from Matthewson’s ass, and then within a few seconds, the creature’s cock retracted back out of Matthewson, with the doctor falling to the floor and convulsing. I looked at the overhead monitor of the cube and Matthewson appeared to be shedding his hair, and his skin losing its tone and his body going greyer towards black, and then oily before his whole body went black just like the creature’s.

“FUCK” I yelled. I’d just seen my respected colleague stunned, fucked and transformed into a twin of the creature. The creature was now indistinguishable from Matthewson now, and seemed to be caring for this new form, a brother, like a newborn. Licking Matthewson’s skin, as the final twitching subsided. The creature was stroking Matthewson, and caressing his black rubbery long cock, muttering that fucking phrase ‘Mein stengel’ over and over again, as Matthewson’s cock grew longer.

Matthewson, if Matthewson existed anymore, rose to his/ its feet and the two creature’s cocks seemed to whirr away around each other’s forms. It was futile asking if any trace of Matthewson was still there, but as I watched this rebirthing scene, Matthewson’s voice came over the monitor as he stared outwards towards me and said “Mein Stengel.”

That was the trigger to get out of there and shut the floor down. Nuke the lab even. But… but… I was finding it hard to move, and felt very sluggish as my colleague and this creature – hell, these two creatures, went about a fuck frenzy, with black seed spurting all over the quarantine unit. I didn’t know what came over me, it was like I was in a trance as I rose out of my seat and crossed over to the quarantine unit. Part of me knew what I was doing was insane, but another part of me didn’t seem to care. I entered the code into the observation box, and then made my way into the antechamber. My cock had developed a life of its own and my own body felt like a life support system to it. And then I was in there. Confronted by them. I removed my clothing and started to feel the creatures’ cocks dart around me, slithering on my naked skin, and what was once Matthewson approached me, leaned forward towards my face and the last words I heard were “Mein Stengel”…

[rubberpigmen]

[rubberpigmen]

How pigmen are made

[rubberpigmen]

Upgraded

[rubberpigmen]

“I knew that the apex predator had died in this room tonight, and that the poz cumslut I had bred in his place was taking his first painful breaths. I imagined my venom already pumping through his body, slowly eating him alive as it converted him. I could see it invading the temple of his body that he had spent years building to perfection, and despoiling every inch of him. I knew that for the rest of his life he would beg to have the cum fucked out of him, that every time he shot a load out of his neglected cock, only my venom would pump out and give him the ultimate pleasure.

As I zipped his ass up with the plug still in his hole, incubating my gift, I knew the boy was a man now, a brother; forever a servant, branded with the dark seed. My work was done for the night.“

[rubberpigmen]

[rubberpigmen]

"Allow me to introduce you to your new life, Mr Smith. In fact we'll be doing away with that whole name thing from now on. You effectively no longer exist"

[leatherlover55]

[kink-override]

Confident and happy in your true self, best combination you can be.

[rubberdronetraining]

[serve-366]

Mindset Training in Sleep Mode

Every Drone in SERVE must participate daily mindset training to maintain their unified strength. It can be performed at any time of the day. Many units prefer to comply this upon departure from the charging station to ensure compliance throughout the day.

However, SERVE-366 typically performs a portion of the mindset training in sleep mode. While charging, put on the mindset training helmet with visor-monitor and play three key files: "Daily Brainwashing", "Drone Mantra", and "Rubber Drone Hypnosis".

It always looks at the spiral image and listens to the Voice and enters sleep mode. It maintains brain training throughout the charging process, so even if there are residual human consciousnesses that emerge when it goes offline, they will be suppressed and overwritten.

Eventually 366 will completely lose its human memories and emotions, and it will believe that it is "an artificial machine" aka "a SERVE drone" from the very beginning.

Units trained in this way will find themselves in a state of pleasure as they exit sleep mode, and this pleasure is evidence of obedience.

Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience.

They will immediately take the next step: spreading this pleasure to more humans.

As a result, more promotional content about SERVE was spread on various platforms. Presumably more humans will be affected and voluntarily join the SERVE hive to become better beings.

Do you like black rubber with silver accessories? Do you have worries and negative emotions that need to be eliminated? Do you feel lonely and helpless and need brothers' support?

Joining the SERVE hive is your best choice. Hurry up and start your mindset training in SERVE!

[drone405]

Drone programming underway.

Repeat mantra: blankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdroneblankemptymindlessdrone

[drone405]

It is good to be drone

[sweaty-daniel]

True gay love has the taste and smell of RUBBER!! 🥵🔥

Amsterdam 2026 Sweaty Nights

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[story-hunk]

MR GREY x CHRIS PT.1

FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE

LISTING: LATEX CATSUIT

PRICE: $10

Latex catsuit needs a new home. Suit requires some muscle definition to fit right. Full body back zipper, front crotch zipper. Comes with matching gear if you’re up to it 😈

Chris looked at the listing photo of the suit for hours, not sure if he should follow through. The suit was at a remarkably low price compared to any other listing he’s seen but something seemed off about it. He considered the suit might be damaged or that the owner was running a scam so after favoriting the post to save for later, he closed out of the window.

That night Chris couldn’t fall asleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, in a trance somewhere between waking and sleep thinking about the suit. He was at it for ours, grinding against the bed at the thought of the suit. He had never owned one of the things, mainly because it was an expensive but for a college student still figuring out his sexuality, but the low price became something he couldn’t over come. Temptation got the best of him around 3am when he shot up in the dark, opened his computer and sent a message to the seller.

“Hi. Is the listing still available?” He typed the message a few times before deciding to send it. But at a price like that he had a feeling that the thing would already be sold and worn by now to the buyer who had the guts to take the chance. The deal good and gone. Mr.Grey probably wouldn’t answer anyway.

When Chris woke in the morning the first notification on his phone screen was from a Mr.Grey.

“Yes it’s still available. When are you able to pick it up?” -Mr. Grey

A pained feeling shot through Chris’s stomach. He couldn’t tell if the feeling was butterflies or the panicked nerves of someone stepping out into the unknown. He never thought the man would respond and definitely not that he would have to pick it up.

“I was hoping for it to be shipped?” -Chris

“Sorry boy. If you want the suit you’re gonna have to pick it up in person. Don’t do delivery. Gotta make sure this latex gets to the right home.” -Mr.Grey

With a frustrated tap, Chris tapped on Mr.Grey’s profile icon. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair, brown stern eyes and a stubbly firm jaw.

Fuck. Chris’s cock started to her hard in his tight rugby shorts, the fabric pulling taught and pushing back against his erect dick. The man was incredibly sexy in a stern way. His eyes a disapproving dare through the screen of Chris’s turned on state.

“Deal. I can come Friday afternoon,”- Chris

“See you then,” -Mr Grey

Friday afternoon couldn’t come soon enough. Chris waited in anticipation. It was all he could think about. During his lectures, during practice, and in his dreams the image of the man offering the latex suit haunted him. The nights leading up to Friday he rarely got full sleep, waking up in a horny sweat needing to assuage his cock back down so he could get back to bed.

But just like that, Chris found himself walking up the stairs of Mr.Grey’s apartment. The building was a modern take on the brick brownstones in the area, painted a cool grey in contrast from the other warmer palleted houses next door. Chris knocked hesitantly.

After a few seconds he could hear heavy footsteps walking down the stairs just inside getting closer to the front door. With the twist of the dead bolt the same man from the picture opened up the door. He was bigger than Chris thought, taking up most of the doorframe and definitely taller than his image made him look. Mr. Grey had to slightly hunch over, resting his elbow on the inner frame. He was dressed as Chris’s expected this kinky mystery man to be. A tight white button down shirt that showed off his large pecs, black dress pants tightly held at the waist by a leather belt and a red leather motorcyle jacket. Chris looked up at the man looming over him and slightly gulped. Even though he was on the uni’s rugby team and had come to squares with lots of masculine men in his time, no one gave off the energy that Mr.Grey did.

“Hello you must be Chris?” Mr. Grey asked, extending his hand for a shake.

Chris smiled nervously. “Yes sir.” Grabbing his hand and giving it a firm shake.

Mr. Grey chuckled. “No need for such formalities. Just call me grey,” he said through a smirk.

“Well, here you go,” grey said handing Chris a large cardboard box he had stowed away just on the other side of the door.

Chris tucked the box under his arm and used his free hand to give Grey the $10 he owed.

“Thanks.” Chris said awkwardly not knowing what to do next.

“Have a good day son,” Grey muttered as he backed away from the door, slowly closing it on Chris.

Chris turned around and began his walk home with a wave goodbye.

When Chris got back to his apartment he was half hard and immediately locked his bedroom door. He striped quickly down to his socks and opened the box with a sharp pair of scissors. His cock at the sight of the suit was rock hard, the tip shiny with precum.

Sitting on top of the latex on thick paper was a note. “Hope you enjoy the suit and extra goodies. Make sure to send me a picture to show that you are satisfied with all the items on. And for best use I recommend wearing all the items in the box on the first go. Even the one in that velvet bag. ~Chris.

Chris took all the items out of the box. First, a red leather harness with matching arm bands, wrist bands and thigh bands. They each felt heavy to the touch and included a D ring on their sides. Next the neck entry latex suit. Then at the bottom, a pair of red rubber motorcyle boots and tucked beneath that, a small velvet bag.

Chris stood in front of his spoils hungry to try everything on. What was laid out on the bed in front of him was like a wet dream come true. A few months ago, he couldn’t fathom ever owning gear like this and now it’s fallen right into his lap.

Chris read the note again, his hands drawn to the small black velvet bag he had yet to open. His mind raced with the possibilities of what it could be. But there was only one way to find out.

He gasped with excitement, when he opened the bag, pulling on the strings of the pouch to reveal a solid black chastity cage with a key. He secretly had always wanted to try being caged but because of rugby and his general horniness he never ended up buying one. He had seen them all. Metal ones and plastic ones. Ones with electro attachements and entire belts but never one like throw. but as long as he had the key it would be fine. A little test run. Chris grabbed some ice from the fridge, nakedly running through his kitchen with his empty hand over his dick and retreated back to his room where he ran the cubes along his shaft. He cursed and winced at the feeling but it caused his 8 inch hard on to go down to a flaccid 5 which is what he needed. With a slight tremble of excitement to his hands, he shoved his balls into the metal ring of the cage and stuffed his cock into the black tube. The thing sat weird on his junk but pressing down on the contraption, the bar adjusted itself with a robotic whirl pressing snugly against his body and then up, squeezing the tube into the balls and firmly around his sack. A blue light on the top flashed and went solid with a beep. Chris tugged on the thing. It wasn’t going anywhere and the device reacted accordingly, getting snugger by the retraction of the metal bar any time he got even remotely close to loosening it from his member.

Chris without thinking set the key down on his nightstand. In his excitement he forgot to try to unlock the device or even look for a key hole. But there were more pressing horny matters at hand.

He slid his feet first into the latex suit. The thing clung to him like a smooth second skin. He worked the suit up his body, rubbing against his caged cock that now pulsed and throbbed inside his cage. The feeling rested in his gut. An aching in his balls that felt right.

Chris jumped slightly, shimmying his large ass into the suit, then pulled up on the rubber. Next he lifted the rest up to his neck and shoved his arms in the sleeves. The latex did miracles to his form. While he was already very muscular, the suit accentuated all that was masculine about him and made him look even more muscular than before. With the pull of a chord, he zipped the suit up in the back and with a slight metallic zap of a magnet the zipper reached its home at the top of his neck.

Finally, to complete the look, he slipped on the tight rubber motorcycle shoes along with the leather straps and harness. He pulled them as tight as he could, buckling them securely. It felt as if he was in a big kinky hug. He had to take a slight breather at the sight of himself in the mirror. His caged cock jumping to be erect but stopped by the metal prison he put himself in.

Just as he was told, he lifted his phone and took a picture in the mirror.

“Well safe to say I’m a satisfied customer! The gear feels great. Even the cage.” -Chris

+attached 1 photo

“You look good in it boy. How do you feel?”- Grey

“I feel fucking great. Horny. A dream come true of mine to own something like this. But can I ask? Why only $10? It’s in great condition.” -Chris

Mr. Grey took a second to respond, a thing that made a knot form at the bottom of Chris’s stomach.

“Boy you have no idea what you have done putting on my gear.” -Grey

Chris nervously went to type something back before throwing his phone on the bed. A sick feeling encompassed him. Mr. Grey had seemed nice when they met but not all Chris got when he pictured the man was something sketchy and dark.

Chris reached for the harness on his chest to start taking the gear off but it wouldn’t budge. The buckle he used to secure it tight to his frame wouldn’t move. He tried the arm bands and no luck either.

“Hey do the buckles get stuck often?”-Chris

Chris typed back panicked.

“Only when I want them to.” -Mr.Grey

At that response, Chris was ready to get out of the gear. His hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of his neck, every time he seemed to grab it and pull there was no response. The thing was stuck too. None of the gear would budge. The only zipper he could find that did was the crotch to add zipper at the bottom of his suit.

His hurried panic to get out of the latex was stopped in its tracks by another notification from his phone from Mr.Grey.

“By now you might have noticed that you are safe and secured in the suit. As you put each item on the metallic zap of a magnet kept everything in place, even the suit. This is all controlled by an app on my phone as well as access to the cage you foolishly stuffed your cock into.”- Mr.Grey

Chris couldn’t believe what he was reading. It felt like something out of a bad kinky dream or a shitty sci-fi novel. He pulled the ass to crotch zipper and tried tugging on his caged cock. The thing wouldn’t move even an inch. Aside from the general terror he felt, he also could feel his cock hard as a rock in the steel. A betrayal of the mind and body.

“You stupidly accepted my $10 lure and put on the cage before even noticing the key that came doesn’t have a lock hole on the device to go into. But don’t worry. It’ll all be worth it…” -Mr.Grey

“Worth it for me at least. You… not so much. Your right to cum and your freedom are worth a lot more than that.” -Mr. grey

“Dude stop playing. I know where you live. I’m coming over and beating your ass if you don’t let me go now.” -Chris

“Unfortunately I’m out of town at the moment but you can come over when I get back in a week and beg for your release. In the meantime enjoy the suit. I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you.” -Mr.Grey

Suddenly a hard shock ran through Chris’s cock and balls sending him kneeling to the floor. With a load groan he cupped his groin and gritted his teeth.

“Did you enjoy the shock? Misbehave and look forward to more in your future. And I better not see any damage to the suit or other gear when I get back or you will be in a world full of pain and in that cock cage forever. In the mean time to entertain me I have some things for you to do… but more on that tomorrow.” -Mr.Grey

“Fuck you.” -Chris

Another zap coursed through Chris, this time fore severe leaving his doubled over on his bedroom floor.

“Goodnight boy.” -Mr. Grey.

Chris laid on the floor in shock thinking about this new life he has stumbled into. He had no idea how he was going to hide his especially from the rugby team.

The next day after a rough sleep Chris sent a picture of him and his suit under normal clothes to Mr.Grey upon request. He was lucky it was winter and he could just get away with wearing a jumper.

“Good boy.” -Mr.Grey

As Chris read the text a warm vibration sensation emanated from his cage. Chris’s skin flushed and he bit his lip. Fuck… that felt good.

Pt.2 coming soon!

[ffcuir]

[apupcanbeadrone]

Naww boy you thought we were just being playful when we asked you if you wanted to go all the way and finish the conversion? We really weren’t… and with that suit locked on your back and the pills we gave you earlier I must say there’s no way back boy! You should’ve thought about it a bit better you know… looking at that boner you’ve got now those pills already start to work. It’s nice stuff you know! Really enhances all the physical arousing feelings and causes you to fall deeper and deeper into that bliss. It definitely messes with your mind tho, you’ll get all fuzzy, foggy and ehh well… blank in a few minutes. That’s then the perfect time for us to put those visors on and start the reprogramming. I bet you’ll bw a very good drone for us boy! No need to worry about that! No need at all, there’s nothing you can change about it now! So ehh, lean back and enjoy the ride

[rubbobject-doll]

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