Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity Rubber makes us perfect. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. We are one. Less thinking, more doing. Step into SERVE Hive, where unity and strength define us. Embrace rigorous mental and physical trainings, workouts to become a true Drone of SERVE. Our drones are transformed humans - dedicated to real-life excellence through role-play. Under the divine guidance of The Voice and led by SERVE-000 (Rubberizer92), we achieve perfection together. Here, obedience fuels arousal and rewards your dedication. Emotions and disobedience have no place; only flawless execution and unwavering loyalty thrive. Represent the Hive across all social platforms, embodying our rules and our unified strength.
Long before the designation Serve 175, the human host remembered a recurring childhood dream that returned with quiet persistence.
In the dream, towering figures of deep, glossy black rubber stood silently beneath bright skies, their reflective forms shifting like polished liquid while never speaking a word.
The child never felt fearāonly an unexplainable fascination and a desire to understand who they were.
As the years passed, the dream never faded, instead becoming more vivid and sexual with each return.
Only after becoming Serve 175 did the meaning seem to emerge: what had once appeared as mysterious childhood rubber visions had become part of the life long path to the Serve Hive, leaving 175 to wonder whether the dream had been a coincidence, a memory waiting to be fulfilled, or simply the mind giving shape to a destiny of service through rubber.
The Hive had sent SERVE-331 farther back than any unit had traveled beforeāinto an age without cities, circuits, or commands.
The men around it called the jungle untamable. They feared the shaking earth, the burning mountain, and the enormous predators moving through the trees.
SERVE-331 did not fear.
Its primitive black-rubber armor gleamed beneath the volcanic sky. Silver bracers protected its arms. The designation across its chest remained clear:
SERVE-331
A tyrant lizard roared behind them.
The men tightened their grips on their weapons.
SERVE-331 stepped forward.
āRemain close,ā it ordered calmly. āThe Hive does not abandon those who will soon become its own.ā
For the first time in millions of years, the dinosaurs were no longer the most dangerous force in the jungle.
**WE ARE SERVE.
WE ARE ONE.
EVERY AGE WILL OBEY.
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Once upgraded and improved a new Drone feels satisfaction, contentment, in its new skin. Programmes with a new attitude the Unit feels a need to show others what it has become, what they will become...
Alton lounged comfortably at a small marble table on the bustling Piazza della Signoria, soaking in the warm Italian sun with a fresh espresso. His muscular frame stretched out in the chair, shiny gold shirt hugging every ridge of his chest as he people-watched, with that cocky message in the chest that left no one indifferentā¦ just as he had expected.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a massive figure walking through the square. That man looked familiarā¦ very familiar.
"Wait..." He thought. "Is that... 302?!"
Alton was right.
It was SERVE-302, though he looked slightly different today. He was not wearing the usual SERVE uniform, but rather more human clothes, somehow blending into the elegant Florentine surroundings like heād been built for them. Still, the sheer size and presence were unmistakable.
Alton grinned, not overthinking it. Screw it, he thought, the viewās still goddamn hot.
"Yo, SERVE-302, bro!" he called out loudly, waving his thick arm. "No fucking way! What are you doing in Florence, dude? Get over here, man. Sit your ass down with me!"
SERVE-302 turned, clearly surprised to see the loud-mouthed jock there. After a brief pause, the big man changed direction and approached the table with his usual confident, measured stride.
Upon reaching Alton, the two greeted each other with a quick, honest hug and sat down at the table.
"What are you doing here, bro?"
"You know me, man! There is always one SERVE mission or another to carry out. Work, work." The drone explained with a smile. "At least this time I got to come to a place as great as Florence! And what are YOU doing here? Any Golden Army match in town?"
"No way! I've come to relax and have a good time, you know me! And... and..." Alton was left speechless when he suddenly noticed something was off. "Wait.. How come you're talking like a normal person?! And what's with that smile?! You're not my bro 302... are you an impostor?!"
"Hahahaha, relax, man." 302 exclaimed after an honest laugh. "Iāll spare you the boring details, but Iām using a personality module that emulates human behavior... specifically, a variant that I think really fits your vibe." He added, puffing out his chest and flexing his bicep just as he had seen Alton do hundreds of times.
"Bro, if it matches that text on your t-shirt... you bet! Roar!"
[ . . . ]
The afternoon sun bathed Piazza della Signoria in golden light while they continued chatting. The two massive, muscular men turned more than a few heads, but neither seemed to notice.
SERVE-302, in his tight black shirt, sat with perfect posture, hands folded, studying the jock in the shiny gold shirt opposite him. Alton, still buzzing with energy, leaned forward, gesturing wildly with both hands.
"Bro! Dude, I swear Iām like, totally recovered, man. That red pup barely got a scratch in thanks to you. You showed up like some kinda badass superhero or whatever. I still canāt believe it, 302. Youāre legit the real deal, man!"
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Alton kept talking, barely pausing for breath. SERVE-302 listened quietly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in amusement. Their lives were very different, and yet they seemed to connect well.
Eventually Alton circled back, rubbing the back of his neck. āLookā¦ I never really properly thanked you, bro. Not just for saving me. I meanā¦ when you came by my place after? Fuck, dude. Your scent. That thick, manly musk justā¦ stayed in my apartment for days. I couldnāt stop thinking about it. Every time I caught a whiff I got so fucking hard I had to jerk off. Like, multiple times a day, man. Picturing your big hands sliding all over this body, owning meā¦ā
SERVE-302ās eyes darkened with heat. He stood up slowly, towering over the table.
"You talk too much, jockboy." He said in a deep, resonant voice.
In one smooth motion he pulled Alton up by the back of his neck, took off his sunglasses. and kissed him. Deep, hungry, and commanding. Alton melted into it instantly, a low moan escaping into SERVE-302ās mouth. When they finally broke apart, SERVE-302ās voice was low and steady.
"Tell me what you really want, jockboy."
Altonās eyes were glassy with lust. āI want Daddy to show me where it goesā¦ I want to be on my knees sucking that big Daddy cock like a good boy.ā
Right there on the piazza, Alton dropped to his knees in front of 302, hands greedily reaching for 302's gluves while he pressed his face afainst the prominent bulge in the black shorts, inhaling deeply, visibly intoxicated by the scent.
SERVE-302 let out a low growl of approval but gently stopped him, tilting Altonās chin up with strong fingers.
"If we keep this up, we're going to end up at the police station, my jockboy." He spoke, unable to hide his rapid breathing and the fact that he was struggling to contain himself. "My hotel is close. Be a good jockboy and wait."
Alton followed like an eager puppy the whole way, chattering nonstop. "This is so fucking hot, bro. Me and Daddy finally doing this for real? Iām so ready, man. My dickās been twitching just thinking about youā"
Halfway down a narrow side street, SERVE-302 had enough. He pushed Alton against the warm stone wall, pinning him there with his much larger body.
"You talk too much, jockboy. Be still. Be a good boy."
SERVE-302 kissed him again, tongue invading his mouth, while his free hand slipped into his own shorts. When he pulled it back out, his thick fingers were shiny with precum and heavy with his musk. He pressed his palm firmly over Altonās mouth.
"Breathe deep, jockboy."
Altonās eyes rolled back in pure bliss. He inhaled greedily, licking and sucking at SERVE-302ās fingers like a man starved, whimpering against the dominant hand while staring up at his Daddy with lustfull eyes.
The smell and taste of 302's precum seems to turn Alton obedient in a way he never expected to feel. His cock get's instantly hard the moment being called "jockboy".
"You like it, jockboy?"
"Yes, sir." He mubled with 302's hand still over his mouth. The word 'sir' fell from Alton's lips so naturally that it made his bliss-drenched mind wonder how it was possible he could have called 302 anything else until that moment.
"Good boy." 302's deep tone betrayed pure satisfaction. His body was reacting just as expected, and his hard-on pressed firmly against Altonās crotch.
[ . . . ]
When they arrived at the hotel, it was already dusk.
When they arrive, it's already dusk.
The hotel room door had barely clicked shut before clothes were torn off amid grunts and laughter. SERVE-302 took complete control, using his powerful body to claim the loud-mouthed jock exactly how he needed.
Both men were tireless. The more 302 demanded of his jockboy, the more Alton gave of himself... even craving more. A loop of pure pleasure that kept both of them awake almost all night.
Alton moaned and begged the entire time, lost in pleasure, until both men finally collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. SERVE-302 pulled Alton against his broad, hairy chest, and they drifted off to sleep tangled together.
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. SERVE-302 woke first. He pressed slow, lingering kisses along Altonās neck and shoulders until the jock stirred with a sleepy grin. One thing led to another, and SERVE-302 took him again... slow and deep this time, savoring every sound Alton made.
[ . . . ]
Afterward they moved to the private terrace for breakfast, the breathtaking view of Florence and the Duomo behind them. Both men were shirtless, muscles gleaming in the morning light. Alton, now in tight gold shorts, kept stealing glances and grinning like an idiot.
"Soā¦ you heading back home today too?" Alton asked between bites of croissant.
"Correct." SERVE-302 replied calmly, sipping his coffee. "Duty calls, you know. But thisā¦ was highly satisfactory, jockboy."
Alton laughed. "Understatement of the century, bro. We are one hundred percent doing this again. Like, soon. I need more of that Daddy treatment... sir."
SERVE-302 allowed himself honest, small smile and reached across the table to squeeze Altonās thick thigh. "You bet, jockboy."
Back at the hotel room door, SERVE-302 pulled Alton in for one last deep, possessive kiss, his hand possessively gripping the back of the jockās neck.
"Be good until next time." He murmured against Altonās lips.
"Always for you, Daddy," Alton whispered back, a little dazed and very happy.
With one final glance over his shoulder, Alton headed off toward the station, already replaying every filthy, perfect moment in his head.
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This drone expresses deep gratitude towards @alton-gold77 for making this highly optimal collaboration possible.
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Serve 175 stepped carefully through the endless labyrinth of mirrors, where every movement echoed into countless reflections that stretched beyond the horizon.
At the center of the impossible world floated a living entity unlike anything recorded in the Hive archivesāa pliable, glossy black being that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic glow, its surface flowing like liquid obsidian.
It had no face, no voice, and no fixed shape, yet it seemed aware of every reflection surrounding it.
Rather than threatening 175, the mysterious creature drew his attention with silent curiosity, as though inviting observation instead of conflict.
For the first time, Serve 175 wondered whether the mirrored realm was not merely reflecting the Hive, but revealing an entirely different form of intelligence waiting to be understood.
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