Kyle had planned it well. His third date with Chad Bowman had gone like the previous two. The sexual energy between the two college students was palpable. Unfortunately, during those first two dates, there just didn’t seem to be any opportunity for some “alone time”.
But Kyle had planned their third date well. It was to happen during their college’s homecoming game. His dorm-room bunk-mate literally played for the home team. And Kyle knew that he would have full, and uninterrupted, access to their dorm room. Everything was going as planned.
As Kyle and Chad stumbled into the small room, they could barely keep their hands off each other. Both men were locked in a tight embrace, their tongues wrestling to enter the other’s mouth. Kyle reached under Chad’s shirt, feeling the man’s perfectly defined abs, moving upwards to trace his pectoral muscles and tweak his nipples.
But then suddenly, something happened that Kyle hadn’t planned on. What Chat said in that moment felt like a bucket of ice water being dumped all over the entire moment.
“Wait … wait …!” said Chad between their kissing. “Just slow down.” He looked at Kyle with a teasing look.
Kyle was immediately taken aback. He had just removed his shirt, exposing his muscled chest, and he was just about to unbutton his pants to reveal even more.
“What do you mean?” Kyle said.
The pouty tone in Kyle’s voice almost made Chad laugh. The man smirked, “No no no … I want you in me. But you do have protection, right? You know … a condom”
Kyle’s heart sank even more. His eyes widened as he processed the reality of the situation: he didn’t have a condom. FUCK FUCK FUCK he thought to himself. He stood there, bare-chested and his hands still grasping his belt, trying to process where he could get a condom? And more importantly, how quickly?! He lived in a college dorm for Christ’s sake. Surely somebody had a condom!
Looking at Chad, he smirked and said: “Get those pants off. I’ll be right back!”
As Kyle moved for the door, he saw Chad already beginning to undress.
Outside his dorm room, Kyle quickly moved toward the common area. He shouldn’t have been surprised that nobody was there; they were all at that fucking game. Kyle had hoped that if found somebody, they would’ve helped him out. But with nobody there, he immediately began rummaging through any drawer he could find. FUCK FUCK FUCK! Nothing … no condoms.
Kyle stood, looking around the common room, trying to weigh his options. From nearby, he heard the faint sound of somebody. He moved quickly towards the kitchen. But inside the tiled room, he only encountered the dorm’s house-drone. The large muscular figure, clothed entirely in a body-fitted rubber suit with silver rubber gloves and boots. Its face was hidden behind a helmet’s face-shield that was completely tinted black. The only distinguishing feature was the drone’s name UNIT-0773, which was largely stenciled across its chest in silver.
The drone paid no attention as Kyle entered, and continued to mop the floor with silent precision. Kyle regarded the drone for a second. In the months that he had lived in the dorm, he had never interacted with it. He had been told that interaction was possible, but he just didn’t know exactly what to do. Drones were supposedly highly intelligent; they just didn’t have any individual identity. They seemed to exist within a Hive-mind, sharing knowledge and experiences with other drones.
So how exactly was he supposed to ask? Did he just start talking?
“Hey .. uh .. dude …” began Kyle. But he immediately knew that this had no effect. The drone continued to mop. “Wake up .. uh … I need your help …” But the effect was the same; the drone gave no response.
Kyle actually stopped to think. He regarded the drone. Looking at the figure in its entire form. Seeing how the black rubber was perfectly molded onto the man’s body. Everything about it seemed accentuated due to the rubber. All of its muscles appeared perfectly formed underneath the tight latex. The drone’s bulge between its legs seemed especially obscene. As if the figure was sporting an erection that would never be satisfied. And the 12-pack that defined its abdomen like it was a chiseled washboard.
As Kyle’s eyes continued to move upward, he naturally read the silver lettering that was emblazoned across the drone’s chest: “UNIT-0773.”
Hearing its name, the drone immediately stood at attention, waiting to receive its next order. Kyle knew he had its attention. “Awesome! So do you have a condom? Where are the condoms?”
The drone cocked its head to the side as if not understanding.
Kyle tried again: “A rubber. I need a rubber. Do you have a rubber … or know where the rubbers …”
But before Kyle could finish the sentence, the drone had reached behind its back. As the hand reappeared, it was now holding a small square and silver foil: a condom packet. For the briefest second, Kyle had wondered where that had come from. He had seen the drone from behind, and had never noticed that they had back pockets. As far as he knew, the drones’ bodysuits were featureless, adhering only to their bodies as if they were a second-skin. So where did the condom come from?
But just as quickly as that question had formed, it had been quickly dashed from his thoughts. He had to get back to Chad. And fast! So Kyle quickly snatched the small foil out of the drone’s hand and ran from the kitchen. He didn’t even say thanks. But the drone didn’t seem to mind. It silently returned to its duties.
It took less than a minute for Kyle to storm back into his dorm room. Some part of him thought that the moment may have been over. But to his immense relief, he found Chad completely naked, and stretched out on his bed. The man smiled at Kyle: “It’s about fucking time.”
Kyle got the joke immediately and nodded: “Yeah … it’s fucking time.”
Chad whooped, turned over on the bed and propped himself up on all fours. Positioning his ass up and facing it towards Kyle. In his hand, he already uncapped a small vial of lube, which he then began to apply generously to his asshole.
Kyle moved forward, quickly discarding his clothes. This time, as he began to unfasten his belt, there was no bucket of ice water to kill the situation. And as he pulled down his underwear, his erect cock sprang from underneath, like an uncaged serpent that had just been unleashed.
Kyle stepped forward, grinding his cock up and against Chad’s willing ass crack. In his mouth, Kyle had the silver condom packet waiting between clenched teeth. But it was only seconds later that he tore through the silver foil. Opening it up, he was surprised when what appeared to be a black coin, about the size of a silver dollar, slipped out and into the palm of his hand. It didn’t appear to be a condom at all. It wasn’t a rubber latex, but a smooth, black and extremely dense disc. Almost like a miniaturized hockey puck.
What the hell, thought Kyle. Holding the coin up to get a better look at it. Then he turned his attention back towards the foiled packet it had come from. As he looked at the packet, for the briefest fraction of a second, Kyle noticed that something was flashing. Almost like some kind of emergency beacon or strobe light, the silver foil packet was flashing a brilliant light. Kyle’s eyes went wide as his brain was bombarded by its subliminal messaging. As he stood there, both his brain and body relaxed. And the silver foil ceased its strobe effect and the packet then changed to an image of spiral, black and white on the foil. But the spiral was actually rotating inward, pulling Kyle’s thoughts along, down into the spiral … sinking … sinking … sinking deeper into the spiral … losing his thoughts … losing his identity … losing his will … deeper … wanting to obey the spiral … obey its commands …
With precise movements, the human positioned the flat side of the thick puck against its erect cock. Using fingers positioned at both ends of the disc, it slid the disc downward along its shaft, directing it towards the base of cock and balls. What was once solid, instantly lost all its density and appeared to melt within one fluid movement. The thick rubber disc appeared to softened, stretching itself over the human’s cock, its extremely black material bonding to the skin as if liquid latex. As the coin progressed downward, it became thinner and thinner, as more and more of the material bonded to the human’s flesh. At the base of the cock, the human gripped the disc at both ends, stretching it wide and pulled it downward so it encapsulated his entire ball-sack. Then the human released the coin, causing the material snap taut, sealing his cock and balls with the rubber condom. For all appearances, it appeared that his genitals were painted with the darkest and most blackest material known to man.
“Come on, man,” groaned Chad. “Just fuck me already.”
In a monotone and robotic voice, the human responded: “Acknowledged. Initiate assimilation program.” The human stepped forward, reaching out to grab Chad at the hips, and positioning his cock squarely between the man’s ass cheeks.
Chad felt the man’s cock. At first, he thought Kyle was going to do a little more foreplay. There was almost a slick, teasing presence pressing up against his pleasure hole. But then within seconds, Chad felt the cock slipping its way into him with the gentlest of ease. It pushed inward, all the way, and Chad let out an instinctual moan as he felt himself filled from within. It was wonderful. It was forced into him effortlessly, stretching him outward. There was an immediate pressure against his prostate, a rhythmic thumping that vibrated him to his core.
There was no hesitation. From behind him, Kyle immediately gripped Chad by the hips and began thrusting. The man’s eyes were glazed over, staring straight ahead and focusing on nothing. But inside his mind, he was already being programmed. All of his memories would remain intact. But every sense of his individuality and personality was being systematically erased. One by one, the program sought out any trace elements of the host's individuality, and began terminating those exact brain cells. As more and more of Kyle’s essence was diminished, his fucking became harder and faster.
A slight groan escaped Kyle’s lips. Despite the invasion happening within his mind, he desperately tried to resist. But with each passing second, he felt more and more of himself becoming lost. No matter how hard he tried to resist, it was like the faster he began to sink. And as he continued to lose himself, the pleasure only increased, attempting to consume him. He found the pleasure distracting. Like it was some kind of diversion.
FOCUS ON THE PLEASURE
SUBMIT TO OUR WILL
SERVICE IS PLEASURE
Beads of sweat began to form all along Kyle’s brow. He tried desperately to regain control of his thoughts. But if only he could regain control of his body. Despite his best efforts, he continued to fuck Chad faster and harder. And with each thrust of his cock into Chad’s ass, he felt himself slipping further and further into the void.
Mustering all his will-power, Kyle managed to whisper: “No … I … won’t … no …”
Chad had been consumed by his ass fucking. But when he heard Kyle’s whisper, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on his head. Suddenly, he was brought back to reality, and deep down, he knew that something was wrong. Maybe it was the tone of Kyle’s voice. Maybe it was the sound of pure fear, or absolute desperation that he sensed. But whatever it was, Chad was suddenly very aware that something had gone terribly wrong.
“Uh … I think that … we … should stop …” Chad said between the cock thrusts. He actually tried to move his body forward and away from Kyle’s fucking. But suddenly, there were hands gripping Chad by the shoulders, holding him firmly in place. And at the same time, it felt like the ass-fucking had sped up, driving the cock harder into his ass.
“What the fuck, dude,” blurted Chad. He tried to turn his head to look behind, but suddenly his voice vanished within his throat. Only able to catch a sideways glance at Kyle, Chad saw that his boyfriend was being transformed. Kyle’s entire torso was now completely black, and highly glossy polished rubber. It seemed that the rubber was alive, continuing to grow and consume every inch of flesh. It moved downward from his thighs towards the calves. And at the same time, the rubber had already moved upward over Kyle’s muscular chest, to the shoulders and was quickly progressing down the arms. Chad felt the man’s hand rubberize, and with that, it seemed the grip on his hips strengthened.
The human made one last failed effort to resist. Then all effort vanished as very little of Kyle existed now. His mind was entranced and already accepting its programming. At that moment, the programming had been successfully installed. But to fully assimilate the host body, a full reboot was necessary for the new system to take full control.
Chad turned towards Kyle, and watched in horror as the liquid rubber rose up and began to engulf his boyfriend’s face. Just as the face was permanently sealed within the rubber, Kyle opened his eyes. They were a solid black, already having been transformed. And in an emotionless and monotone voice, Kyle stated: “THIS DRONE SUBMITS”
Chad felt it immediately. He felt Kyle’s cock explode its cum into his ass. His entire insides felt like it was suddenly burning with energy. Not altogether painful, but not pleasant either. It forced its way from his ass and into his abdomen, radiating outward in an unstoppable wave to consume his entire body. Chad groaned as he felt the nanites begin to alter his body, beginning to rubberize it from the inside out.
It felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. The pain was excruciating. Through clenched teeth, he mustered with torturous effort: “Stop … stop … no … don’t …”
Within seconds, the first of the nanites had reached Chad’s skull, and began to flood their way through his brain. All along the way, they embedded themselves into his synapses, memories and began to reprogram him. In less than a second later, Chad began to hear their voice:
What pleasure? There’s only pain! Chad groaned as more and more of Kyle’s altered and rubberized cum invaded his flesh, transforming it into something inhuman. But within his brain, the nanites had already begun to reprogram Chad’s way of thinking. What was painful suddenly became pleasurable. What was horrible was transformed into something miraculous. What was resistance became acceptance.
Kyle felt the change within him. It was like a lightbulb going off over his head. The pain was instantly gone, suddenly transformed into something extraordinary and wonderful. And it was all focused on his cock and ass. Still bent over, Chad was able to look down underneath him. He could see his own body from the chest downward. He could see his own hardened cock, already transformed into a glossy rubberized appendage. It was encapsulated within a rubber sheath, thrusting and being pumped.
Chad lost himself in the sensations. His mind reeled from what he felt. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He kept thinking how amazing … how he never wanted it to end .. to obey .. pleasure .. to obey
FOCUS ON THE PLEASURE
Yes! I will submit. And with a clear understanding that his programming had been installed and he was ready to be rebooted, Chad spoke his last words: “THIS DRONE SUBMITS”
Chad’s cock exploded within its rubber sheath. All at once, his entire body rubberized, being completely transformed like the drone that had fucked him. Meanwhile, the drone that had been Kyle ceased its fucking, pulled its cock out of the newly acquired drones ass and stood at attention. A few seconds passed as the new drone rebooted and came online. Then, it stood fully at attention, and surveyed its surroundings.
In both their minds, the drones began receiving:
The two rubberized bodies stood rigid and powerful. Their physicality had been perfected. Despite being encased in rubber, their powerful muscles stood perfectly defined as if they had been chiseled from stone. And upon their glossy, reflective chests, the nanites began making the slightest alterations to their rubber uniforms. A silver stencil began to appear, giving each drone their unit designations: UNIT-3723 and UNIT-3724
DRONE DESIGNATION ASSIGNED AND CATALOGUED
EXECUTING DRONE PROTOCOLS
Without a word, the two drones exited the room and joined the other house drone to complete any necessary tasks.
Several hours later, with the game completed, the men of the dormitory began to return to their rooms. Several of them didn’t seem to notice nor care about the sudden addition of two new rubber drones that would occupy and serve their dormitory. The only thing that seemed to occupy some of their minds was the thrill of tonight’s game, and of course, the pleasure of sex that could make the night even better.
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