How could any man not get off on a rubber scene? I would have this man in bed so fast that his gas-masked head would be spinning! Would definitely drink and eat from that faucet he has bulging there in his rubber shorts. No doubt - even in bed, the gasmask and the boots would stay on.
Scott shook his head violently in an attempt the clear the fog drifting over his mind. He was so horny it was getting difficult to thing straight. He knew he needed to get out of there, to escape, but he kept getting his thoughts drawn back to the open pod and how it was almost beckoning him inside.
He was starting to panic, claustrophobia set in and he needed to breath, the suit was too tight, the mask was too tight. He reached back to find the edge of the mask and pull it off but his fingers couldn't seem to find it. It was as if it had merged with his suit into a single solid piece. He pulled at he mask itself but couldn't get it to even budge. It felt like he was pulling on his own face rather than a mask.
....relax...obey...enter the pod...
A wave of relaxation wash through him as the voice echoed through his mind again. His hands slowly dropped from the mask down to his sides and he simply stood there, half dazed.
... drone...enter the pod...obedience brings pleasure....
The tingling sensation slowly creeping down his body finally reached his groin and instead of a gentle electric tingle. It became a raging inferno of ecstasy. Scott immediately reached for his dick, which was now extending proudly from his body. The rubber suit having somehow shifted into a rubber sheath that gripped his shaft tightly. All thoughts of escape and his mission was lost to lust as he stood there and beat his rubber meat like a mad man.
...pleasure brings obedience...obedience brings pleasure...enter the pod...submit to the hive...
Scott's coherent mind was screaming and he was trying to force himself to run but his pleasure stricken body wouldn't fully obey him. Lust consumed him and he could offer no real resistance as he slowly found himself approaching the open pod...his pod. As he approached the two muscular drones nearby noticed him and moved in to intercept. He, however, didn't notice the drones until he felt their strong arms grip his own, holding him tightly.
The sudden restraint shocked his addled mind back to awareness. He realized what he was doing and also what was going to happen. He started struggling with every ounce he could muster against the two drones.
...do not resist...submit...good drones are rewarded....obey....
The fear coursing through him diluted the intensity of the voice echoing into his mind. Even through he was struggling he couldn't really do anything as he was dragged toward the pod that was still beckoning to him. If he could just get an arm free...just get out of there. The voices kept whispering to him and he could feel himself slowly slipping back into a daze.
His struggling was getting weaker and weaker but as he crossed the threshold of the pod, that no longer really mattered. The drones easily forced his body into the harness.
Cold metal clamped around his arms, legs and neck. He struggled the best he could, fighting with what little bit of will he could muster. He found that little more than a wiggle was all he was able to make. The metal frame wrapped around his body held him tight and shut down all but the slightest of movement.
...relax...obey...submit...
He watched in horror, vividly remembered what had happened to the man he watched earlier as. A faint noise from above confirmed his fears. A moment later and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck as thousands of tiny wires spread out from the site, attaching themselves to his spine and nervous system. A small gasp was all he could muster before the system seized control and he found himself completely paralyzed.
...DRONE SKIN ERROR...FORIEGN MATERIAL DETECTED...REAPPLYING DRONE SKIN...
The voice echoed through his mind, much louder and clearer now that it was being pumped directly into his brain. He could only watch as two mechanical arms and sprayed a clear liquid over his entire body. The electric tingling faded from his body as he could see that the fake suit he had worn was completely melted off his body, exposing his bare skin. The only part remaining on him was the DroneTech mask he picked up earlier. Without warming the arms switched from the clear liquid to blasting him with thick black rubber. Scott was quickly being coated from head to toe in black DroneTech rubber. The electric tingling returned and was now much more intense. Even though he was unable to move, his cock throbbed painfully as it was assaulted by pleasure.
Red lights suddenly illuminated the pod and a pleasant warmth washed over him. He could feel the rubber dripping from his body start to tighten, gripping every inch of his body in its pleasant caress. The lights shut off and Scott was now completely encased in a real proper drone suit. The special rubber tightening to the point where it felt like it was merging with his skin. The pleasure turned into a blaze now that he was experiencing it through a real suit instead of his fake one.
He was too distracted by the pleasure coursing through him to hear the whirring sound but felt something hard press against his now exposed hole. The man had just a second to register the feeling before he felt something long and hard shove its into his virgin rubber ass. It felt like nothing he had experienced before. The plug seemed to envelope his prostate and start mechanically thrusting in and out. Scott felt like he could explode at any moment but the systems controlling his body refused to let that happen. He could only float there and moan, suspended as mind numbing pleasure washed through him.
A handful of small wires and tubes descended now, slithering over his body. Small probes were inserted into his body in various places. Hypodermic needles lanced into his nipples and caused even more pleasure to burn through him. A small clamp reached from the plug in his ass, nestling itself between his legs and a cock ring clamped down around his cock and balls which were throbbing almost nonstop.
Had the machine not been controlling his bodily functions, Scott would not have been able to remain conscious through the sensations flooding through him. He wasn't even sure that he would have been able to survive the ordeal at all.
...PLEASURE CENTER AUGMENTATION COMPLETE..DRONE WILL OBEY...DRONE WILL SUBMIT...
The words echoing in his mind were becoming completely indecipherable from his own thoughts, slowly replacing them entirely. He was starting to forget that he wasn't just another drone.
He watched helplessly as a long metal cylinder rose up from the floor. The hole at the front of the tube slowly slid itself over his engorged rubber cock. The inner lining of the tube was soft and squeezed his member pleasurably. Hidden rings inside the tube began gently stroking the member. Scott screamed into the mask as his entire body was overtaken in pleasure. He felt a tube force its way into his cock. Slithering down its length and locking inside.
...INSTALLATION COMPLETE...INITIATING EXTRACTION...DRONE WILL EXPERIENCE PLEASURE...
The words echoed in his mind as his body was wracked by the most extraordinary orgasm he had ever experienced. He felt like every atom in his body was exploding in pure ecstasy and he felt like time was standing still as he basked in unending bliss. Hot white cum started flowing through the tube attached to his cock, being pumped off to some undisclosed location.
His orgasm continued without end and he saw, although unable to process it, a large tube attach itself to the front of his mask. A sweet smell mixed with a sexy musk assaulted his nostrils and he felt a strange fog overtake his brain.
...ASSIMILATION COMPLETE...CONNECTING TO NEURAL HIVE NETWORK...
The front of the pod slid shut quickly, sealing him inside. The inner side of the glass was a mirror reflecting the drone within. Completely identical in every way to all the others. He looked at the drone hanging in front of him, not even realizing that it was him he was seeing.
Immediately he felt what little bit of his consciousness that remained seem to float away from his body. His entire being drifting away in a bubble of unimaginable and unending pleasure. He could sense others around him, feeling their pleasure radiating through him and his through them. A few seconds of basking in the hive's pleasurable consciousness and Scott began to find it hard to discern whether he was experiencing his own euphoria or that of another drone. Thoughts of obedience and pleasure echoed through his mind and slowly drowned out his own thoughts. Soon his mind was completely lost in the cloud of pleasure and swirling obedience. His entire being became entwined with the hive network, fusing with it and becoming one entity.
The screen above the pod flickered to reveal the ID of the newly converted drone. SJ-5120 sat there mindlessly cumming into the tube that eagerly pumped it away. No thought rattled around in its mind. It was a drone...Drone obeys...Drone submits..
Scott snapped a quick pic to his superiors to let them know that he had successfully infiltrated the DroneTech facility. He was tasked with investigating their operations of one of their "recruitment" centers. Recently they had received a tip that a handful of missing persons had last been seen entering the facility.
He decided the best way into the building was by signing up for a tour and then break away and disguise himself as worker and sneak around. The rubber suit he was wearing was identical to those reportedly worn by DroneTech employees but was created by the police's research department as opposed to DroneTech.
He dressed himself in regular clothing to hide the suit and proceeded to the facility. He took a deep breath and entered. He quickly found his tour group and fell in line with the others as they walked through the lobby and further into the facility while the tour guide droned on boringly.
Upon entering the main work floor, he discovered a problem with his plan. Every worker on the floor, while dressed in a suit identical to his, has a gas mask and hood over their head. The masks completely covered their faces, hiding every identifying feature under thick, heavy rubber. The lenses of the mask were mirrored so not even the faintest traces of the human inside could be seen.
He knew that he would have to obtain one to be able to infiltrate further and saw various places where there were suits and masks sitting around on trays and tables but never felt like a good opportunity appeared to snatch one.
Almost as if answering his prayer one of the more rambunctious tourists started asking a lot of questions about missing persons and everything. He looked over at the man and immediately recognized him as a reporter for a local news. The tour guide's demeanor quickly changed realizing who the man was and signaled their security. Two muscular rubberclad drones quickly flanked the man who started yelling louder and louder. Scott realized that this was the distraction he needed and quickly but subtly snagged a mask off a tray and quickly tucked it into his jacket. A quick glance around led to a sigh of relief as everyone was still focused on the screaming reporter being hauled away by the security drones.
After the commotion died down the tour guide apologized and proceeded to continue with the tour, going through a clearly very rehearsed script explaining the facility and its operations.
While passing through a busy hallway, Scott saw a small bathroom across from a "Restricted" area and decided that this was his chance. He slid into the restroom quietly while the group was looking at something the other direction and quickly stashed his clothing for easy retrieval. He stood in the restroom now wearing nothing but the rubber suit. He looked down at the mask.
He held the mask in his hands and inspected it. To him it looked like a regular rubber gasmask. The lenses were mirrored and the only opening he could see was at the neck. He knew the rubber was a special formula designed by DroneTech but as far as he knew it was just a more durable rubber.
He slowly slid the mask over his head. The inside of the mask was slick with some type of lubricant that made putting it on a simple task. The intense smell of the rubber, however, caught him off guard and made his head swim and lungs burn. He coughed uncontrollably for a few moments before he started to adjust to the intense smell, regaining his composure and standing up straight. He looked back at himself in the mirror and saw that he now was completely identical to the rubberclad workers and wouldn't have any issue at all blending in with them as he did his reconnaissance.
He felt his cock stir against his suit as he admired himself in the mirror. He rubbed his crotch for a moment, basking in the feeling of the rubber and the complete anonymity that it provided. The pleasure gently flowing through him masked the pleasurable tingling sensation that was happening wherever the DroneTech rubber was touching. He wanted to stand there and enjoy himself more but knew that he had a job to do.
With a few deep breaths to regain his composure and build up his confidence. He exited the restroom and purposefully walked across the hall and through the restricted access door. He was immediately blown away by what he saw.
The room was filled with rows upon rows of what he could best describe as pods. Each one had a rubberclad drone secured inside with various tubes and mechanical bits running around it. He approached one of them cautiously, trying to maintain a safe distance as to not draw attention to himself. Inside appeared a mixture of a chair and a harness.
The drone was suspended in the device, it's arms and legs bound tightly by metal clamps around its wrists, ankles and neck, all connected to a centralized support frame. He could see something large lodged in the drone's rear with wires connected to it as well as a device wrapped firmly around its cock with tubes and wires coming out of it. He looked closer at the tube and could see that the drone's cum was being pumped out via one of the tubes which led into the side of the pod in an almost steady stream. He stepped a little closer and noticed a few more tubes running around the pod. One led to the end of the mask which he assumed was to control breathing and the others snaked around and connected to the various parts of the drone's body. A larger tube fed through a hole in the metal collar and looked to be injecting something directly into its neck.
Although he was concerned, he found himself becoming aroused by the sight. He realized that with his current disguise, that could be him up there and no one would know. He rubbed his throbbing member through the rubber suit and fantasized about being suspended and milked for all he was worth. He didn't realize that the tingling sensation from the mask was had spread down his neck and over his chest.
He rubbed a hand across his chest and passively noted how he felt like he could feel through the rubber as though it was his own skin. It tingled pleasantly but he paid it no mind. He kept passing pod after pod, most occupied but some empty. He found himself gazing longingly at the empty pods as he passed them, part of him was incredibly curious about how it worked. A loud shouting drew his attention from the pods and he moved in closer to investigate.
The shouting was coming from the reporter from earlier and Scott crouched down to see what was going on. He saw the man, now wearing a rubber suit identical to the other drones, being restrained by two large rubber men, one on each side and a smaller man in a suit standing in front of him. He couldn't hear what the man was saying but heard the reporter yell back.
"You can't fucking do this! Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am!?"
Neither the man nor the drones seemed to care what he was saying and the man pulled out gasmask identical to those of all the workers...and Scott...and unceremoniously forced it over the struggling man's head. His cries of protest quickly muffled by the thick rubber. Scott passively rubbed his hand along his throbbing erection as he watched as the man then pulled out a small device and pressed one of the buttons on it. Scott felt a small electric jolt, like he had a static shock in his ears but was too engrossed by what was happening to the man to take notice.
As if on command the trapped man's cock sprung to life, going from flaccid to full mast in an instant. His muffled protests quickly turned to lusty moans. The well dressed man displayed a devilish grin and pressed another button the device. Scott watched as two vacant pods opened up next to the man. The man's smile quickly turned to confusion as he looked at the two pods, clearly he was only expecting one. With a shrug he stepped aside and gestured for the drones to escort the now pleasure stricken man into the pod.
With mechanical efficiency the drones positioned the man into the harness. He was too far wrapped in his own pleasure to process much of what was going on and once he was positioned correctly, the pod activated and all the clamps closed with a snap. The man had a moment of shock and tried to move but only the slightest wriggle was possible against the restraints.
A tube crept down from the roof the pod. It snaked its way down and through a hole in the back of the harness' collar and lanced itself directly into the man's neck. He noticed the man seemed to cease what little struggling he could offer, seeming to become completely rigid in the harness.
Scott then watched as mechanical arms descended and started spraying a black liquid all over the man. Within a matter of seconds he was completely coated in it. The pod lit up a warm red color as Scott could see the liquid quickly solidify and smooth out on the man. In no time the man was now completely sealed in a rubber suit identical to all the others.
The man in the suit looked back at the man now trapped in the pod and smirked before turning to walk away. Scott could tell he was more than confident the problem had been resolved. The drones, however, remained where they were to monitor the process.
A strange whirring sound emanated from the pod now and he saw movement from behind the man. A pleasure filled moan echoed loudly and Scott could only assume that the plug he saw in the drone earlier was now nestled firmly in his rear. He continued rubbing his own aching dick through the rubber while he watched the event unfolding in front of him. The pleasurable tingle reaching over his arms and down his abdomen now.
He couldn't believe how horny he was getting. He was having a hard time focusing on anything but the throbbing, almost painful, need burning in his dick. He looked down at his body, noting how the rubber felt like it was gripping his body more, almost adhering to it. Where before the rubber smoothed out his muscular frame, now it seemed to almost accentuate it.
Distracted by his own lust, he didn't notice the tubes snaking down from the roof of the pod and attaching themselves to the man in various places. He did hear another faint whir which drew his attention back to the pod. He glanced back at the last moment to see a tube connect itself to the mask, presumably to control airflow of the inhabitant.
A silver metallic cylindrical tube rose up from the floor of the pod and expertly guided itself over the man's throbbing rubber erection. He heard the man scream in ecstasy as various tubes and wires worked inserted themselves into the shaft. About a minute passed by and the euphoric screaming had died down into a almost mindless moan then silence. The final touch signaling the completion of the process was when a screen on top of the pod flickered to display "WT-4885". The man was now nothing more than just another drone being milked in a pod.
Scott knew he had discovered the evidence he needed and should leave but as he was getting ready to make a break for it he spotted the open pod next to the now finished drone.
...enter the pod...
He heard the idea flicker in his head and felt a strange compulsion to obey it. He knew that was completely out of the question though. He needed to leave and report his findings to bring this shady company down.
Kyle turned his head back toward the post and barked in frustration. He couldn't help but feel even more helpless when he saw his reflection in the shiny chrome surface of the post. He looked like all the other rubber pups. Down on his knees, wrapped in shiny black rubber. Thick paws for hands and feet. Large rubber ears extending from the top of his canine head. An engorged rubber dog cock throbbing between his legs. His entire form transformed into a rubber pup. He only had a moment to recall what the last violation it was speaking about was and his eye widened when he remembered.
Without warning the blacked out lenses he was looking through darkened. Blinding him entirely. A loud bark was all he managed to issue before his entire vision was blasted with images and colors in a kaleidoscope of overwhelming visual information. At the same time a static filled warbling assaulted his ears. He tried shaking his head and closing his eyes to alleviate the onslaught of sensory information but nothing granted even the slightest bit of reprieve. To make matters worse he smelled that subtle sweet scent enter his nostrils and felt that burning need start growing in his cock once more.
Strange voices echoed in the static but he couldn't tell what they were saying. There were too many for him to be able to focus on a single one with his already strained mind and it was getting to the point where even his own thoughts were hard to hold onto. His internal voice getting lost in the commotion of all the others. Every so often a thoughts would flicker into his mind but he was quickly losing the ability to distinguish his thoughts from those whispering their insidious messages.
His vision was equally overwhelmed. Images and flickering colors, too quick to be able to comprehend, blasted him relentlessly. He would catch glimpses of things he knew like his friends or work scattered in them, vague memories of his life. At the same time he could see other images of rubber pups and all the fun they could have.
With both his conscious and subconscious struggling to hold onto any semblance of self in the assault, his body was awash with a burning pleasure. His front paws acting on pure instinct as he pawed at his throbbing member. If he had had the mental fortitude to maintain thought through the barrage in his mind, what little remained would immediately be consumed by the burning need coursing through him. To anyone looking at him now, they would just see another pup mindlessly pawing itself and panting in pleasure.
The concept of time was completely lost on Kyle as he was bombarded from every direction. The voices whispering to him through the static were coming through clearer and clearer, phrases like good boy, you're a pup, obey your handler, happy and playful were coming at him with an intensity that his own thoughts were getting lost in the barrage. It was getting harder and harder to make out his own thoughts in the static but the the programming was getting clearer and clearer to the point where he wasn't sure he was thinking those thoughts or they were fed to him by the static.
In a similar fashion, the flashing barrage of images before his eyes were getting more and more intense. The flickers of his memories were mixing entirely with those of being a rubber pup until he was struggling to accurately tell which was which. He could vaguely remember faces and places shown to him but some were foriegn and unknown. The flashing pup images were also seeming more and more familiar, memories of those moments popping into his head as he recalled them in fond detail.
Sensing that the programming was taking hold, the rubber plug in his ass started thrusting forcefully into his hole. At the same time the pleasure from his incessant pawing was amplified tenfold and he finally felt that sweet release building deep inside him.
The release he had been chasing for so long had finally arrived. His entire rubber covered body tensed up and a loud howl escaped his muzzle as hot white cum exploded out of his cock. The pleasure rushed through his body and into his straining mind, breaking it entirely. Rational thought ceased and all the new memories and thoughts pushed their way into the deepest recessed of his psyche, all the while the everything that made him Kyle was fully lost in the static and colors. His entire being being rewritten at a basic level by the mind-breaking euphoria crashing through him and out his erupting rubber cock.
As the torrent of cum and pleasure subsided so too did the static in his ears and the flashes in his eyes. His rubber cock, now spent, slowly softened and shifted into a round rubber bulge. The pup that used to be Kyle was left laying on his back, panting heavily when his vision returned to normal, albeit still tinted by the lenses. The thoughts and memories of the man now ceased entirely, taken away as the programming faded away. Basic thoughts and pup instincts ruled his simple mind now and he felt a sense of contentment just laying there, leashed to the post, awaiting his handler to come and get him. He would be a good boy and wait for his Handler. He was too lost in his own simple mind to register the post chiming once more.
All violations corrected....searching pup registry to alert handler...error...no Pup ID found...registering pup....requesting ID....received....Pup KT-8453 registered...alerting nearby Handlers.
KT-8453 felt a slight tingle around his neck and shook his head playfully. He heard a slight jingle of the new bone shaped tag rattling around on his collar, engraved with his ID. It didn't bother him though, worries and thoughts in general were lost on him entirely at this point. He was content to simply wait for his Handler to come get him like a good boy.
The sound of grass crunching under someone's foot drew the pup's attention and he turned to see the man approaching him. He barked happily at the man who simply smiled in response. The pup watched the man intently as he walked over to the post and retreived the lead that led to KT-8453's collar. The pup barked and wagged even happier realizing this man was his Handler and he quickly ran up to the man.
“I gotta say, I didn't really expect to find a new pup when I came here today but you're too cute to pass up! You're such a good boy!”
The words caused the pup's bulge to twich pleasurably and a happy yip escaped his mouth.
“Come on boy! Let's go introduce you to your brothers. I'm sure you'll love them.”
With that he started walking away, leading the new pup with him. Happily walking off towards his new happier life.
Kyle realized he wasn't going to be able to free himself from the collar and turned to look around for someone to help him out. He turned around wildly in an attempt to find someone to help him. He noticed a man a short distance away slowly walking towards him. He waved to the man and barked for help but the seemed content to simply watch what was happening rather than assist. Rage boiled up inside him and he started barking and growling ferociously in the direction of the man.
Aggression toward Handler is not permitted. Emergency pacification protocols initiated.
In his fury Kyle did not notice a sweet scent hitting his nostrils immediately accompanied by a sudden pleasure radiating softly from his groin. It wasn't until he was a few breaths in that he realized that his rage was quickly being overtaken by the steadily growing buzz emanating from his now rock hard cock. As soon as he noticed the needy itch, it was all he could focus on. All his fury and anger replaced with lust towards his own cock and the increasing pleasure and need.
Consumed to the point where him standing in the middle of field surrounded by people didn't even begin to deter him, he slowly undid his pants and slid them off. His massive rock-hard cock extending proudly was all the could think about. He was so enthralled by it that his hands were shaking as he ceremoniously wrapped them around his cock. The simple act of touching it sent pleasure rocking through him and the first stroke increased it tenfold.
A needy whine escaped his lips as he dropped to his knees and and basked in the pleasure flooding through him. Each stroke effectively washing away any coherent thought he may have been able to make. His addled brain heard the robotic voice speak again but only passively listened.
Pacification successful. Continuing with corrections.
Kyle only half noticed when that strange slithering feeling around his neck returned but rather than uncomfortable it somehow added to his pleasure. The fact that it has actually started extending past where the collar rested on his neck was completely lost on him.
Had the young man cared to look, he would have seen that thin tendrils of black, shiny rubber was descending over his body from the collar. Spreading the shining rubber over his upper body, dissolving the remaining clothing that he was wearing as it passed over them. The feeling of the rubber gliding over his skin was pushing him even higher in pleasure. The tendrils snaked further down, wriggling and weaving together until they smoothed out into a thick rubber coating that clung tightly to his skin. The strange sensation amplifying in intensity as it slid over more and more of his exposed bare skin, replacing it with black shiny rubber.
It wasn't until the rubber reached his forearms that he really took notice of it. He was suddenly aware that the sweet scent that had initially forced him into his lust-filled daze had subsided and the foreign black substance slowly engulfing his body was enough to pull his addled mind away from his throbbing cock and back to his current predicament. He looked down at chest and torso, seeing the sky reflecting off his shiny new outfit.
Still unable to stop stroking himself entirely he pulled one hand away from his cock and ran it along his smooth chest. The sensation caused him to shutter as he became aware that the rubber somehow made him even more sensitive and the sudden burst of pleasure forced his attention back to his cock. Still aware enough to know what was happening was wrong but too wrapped up in lust to do much about it.
He watched as the rubber continued down his abdomen and over his wrists. The tendrils slid over his hands and fingers, smoothing out and settling over them like gloves. The feel of his rubber hand stroking his cock was unlike nothing he had ever experienced and he could only watch with bated breath as the rubber reached the base of his cock and started climbing up his massive member.
The immense pleasure from his stroking coupled with increased sensitivity from the rubber engulfing him sent him back into a complete frenzy. He watched in awe as the rubber seemed to change behavior on his cock. Instead of smoothing out into a smooth coating like it had been. The rubber seemed to bulk up more and up, making his already large cock thicker. He watched, still stroking the writhing mass, as it finally started to solidify and smooth out. It didn't take him long to recognize what his cock had become. Rather than a rubber version of his own cock, he was now sporting a throbbing rubber canine one, knot and all.
The pure erotic pleasure radiating from his new cock was beyond words as he continued pounding it with this rubber coated hands. Kyle was in a lust-filled heaven for a few moments before he count his hands were starting to feel strange. He saw that the rubber around them had started to thicken, restricting his digits movements. The rubber slowly forced his hands off of his cock and into fists but the rubber continued to swell around them. At first he thought they were going to stop as rounded balls but the rubber swelled and contracted around his hands until it settled into a pair of shiny rubber paws.
He tried to continue stroking but with the large paws he could to little more than bat it around. While still able to find a little pleasure, it was becoming increasingly more difficult. All the while the rubber continued its ceaseless onslaught down his legs and ankles. Frustrated growls and whines emanated from the man as he struggled to attend to his new, even more sensitive, cock. He was too engrossed in fixing his problem that he didn't even take notice when the rubber flowed over his feet, bulking up and replacing them with paws similar to his hands now. From the neck down Kyle was now completely covered in rubber and was almost indistinguishable from the from the other pups he had seen aside from one detail.
The struggle to pleasure himself was suddenly pushed away as he felt something pressing up against his hole and unceremoniously force itself inside. The sudden intrusion caused him to emit a surprised yelp and brought coherency back to his mind. He twisted around to inspect his rear and saw that he now had a short rubber tail extending from his ass.
He reached back with his paw, slowly inspecting it as best he could. As soon as he touched it, however, he felt the large plug in his ass thrust deeper in and he felt that overwhelming pleasure start building again having discovered a new way to pleasure himself.
The fog in his mind slowly started descending again as he played with his new tail, basking in the pleasure thrusting into him deeper and deeper. His rubber pup cock throbbing with each push. He had enough coherent thought to know what was happening this time but couldn't bring himself to do anything about it. The collar wrapped firmly around his neck seemed to react to his mind fading once more and the rubber started to flow once more.
The pleasurable slithering sensation of flowing rubber returned and started ascending up his neck this time. The deep pounding in his ass driving him further and further into a sex crazed haze as he felt the rubber flowing over his jaw and mouth. A moan was all he managed to release before the rubber rushed inside his mouth and filled his throat with a large rubber cock just like the one in his ass. He had only a moment to close his eyes as the rubber flowed up over them. A moment later his entire head was completely engulfed in shiny black rubber.
The rubber coalesced and shimmered over his head for a few moments while he was basking in pure bliss before settling down. As the rubber settled into its final, he felt the plug lodged in his ass stop responding as vigorously to his playing and the haze on his mind started clearing once more. It took Kyle a moment to come to his senses and realize that he could see light on the other side of his eyelids rather than the pitch blackness that overtook him moments earlier.
He opened his eyes slowly and couldn't help but release a surprised gasp. The first thing he noticed was that there was something large and black extending from his face. He reached up a rubber paw to inspect it, knowing deep down what it was already. A quick once over all but confirmed his fear. He now had a rubber pup mask tightly wrapped around his head. He stared at his new canine muzzle in a mixture of disbelief and frustration. The pleasure induced stupor fading almost entirely, replaced with that anger he felt earlier. He quickly darted his head around in a vain attempt to find help, feeling the air rushing past the rubber ears on his head as he did. It proved slightly more difficult than it should be though as he quickly realized something else had changed.
In addition to his new muzzle his vision was also slightly darker, almost tinted and he knew from seeing other pups that he was actually looking through the blacked out lenses, making him completely unidentifiable from any of the other pups roaming around.
After his vision adjusted to the subtle changes he finally spotted the man who was approaching him earlier, now leaning against a tree watching him in his predicament. He was clearly content to let this whole ordeal work itself out and Kyle could feel that rage building up once more. A low growl emanated from his throat but it was cut short by the robotic voice chiming in once more.
Uniform violation corrected. One violation remaining...
Kyle sighed heavily as he looked at the sign posted at the entrance to the park. It was simply stating that new dog leashing posts with build in stray capture technology were donated to the park from DroneTech but something about how grand of a display it was for such a simple thing irritated him.
“DroneTech eh? What don't they have their hands in these days...” he scoffed to himself. He did appreciate the fact that they were donating to local communities and given the sudden surge in rubber pups roaming around. A place to safely hold them was a welcome addition.
He couldn't even begin to count the number of times his morning walk had been interrupted by a rubber pup or two popping up along his trail and distracting him. They were always friendly, if not to an almost obnoxious degree at times, so he never really told them off but it would nice to have them under control moving forward.
As he started his jog he passed a few other various signs about the fancy new addition but paid them no mind. He was just ready to start his daily routine and failed to notice the one that was warning not to approach the posts without becoming a registered member of the park's new visitor center.
His jog was fairly uneventful and he spotted of the metallic posts scattered around as he followed the trails but when he went to finish with his usual bit of 'off the beaten path' he found that there was one planted firmly in his path.
As he approached, a small red light flickered to life and pointed in his direction. Kyle stopped in his tracks for a moment and wondered what it was doing. It didn't take long for light to start flashing repeatedly and a mechanical voice called out.
Unregistered member detected. State Handler ID or you will be restrained.
Kyle froze in his tracks and felt a knot of panic in his stomach.
"Handler ID? What is that. I'm not a Handler." he called out, clearly confused by the whole ordeal.
Confirmed. Unregistered member is not a Handler. Member designation changed to Pup. Pup will be restrained.
Without warning the post emitted a loud whir as a small hole opened on the smooth metal. Kyle took a step back and opened his mouth to protest but before a single word could be uttered a long tendril launched from the opening towards him like a bullet. He tried to dodge but the rope was too fast. The sharp sting of it slapping around his neck shocked him and the sudden force of it caused him to lose balance and fall back onto the grass.
“What the hell! I'm not a...ack!”
His protest was silenced just as quickly as the rubber constricted tightly around his neck. He reached up to grab at the collar that had now formed around his neck and pulled against it. He felt the collar relax slightly to allow him to breath once more and immediately went to speak once more but the robotic tone echoed out once more before he had the chance.
Primary scan indicated Pup is in violation of multiple club policies. These policies are the acceptable speech policy, uniform policy, acceptable behavior policy. This Unit will now correct all violations.
Kyle felt the rubber around his neck seem to slither around slightly. The unnatural sensation sending a chill down throughout his entire body. He pulled at the rubber wrapped firmly around his neck but couldn't get it to budge in the slightest.
“I tulld youu I'mm no a puup.” he slurred uncontrollably as the slithering sensation increased in intensity causing his neck and throat to tingle. It was like his mouth was losing the ability to speak correctly and it was only getting worse as the collar continued its' work.
“WHUFF is this shuUFF! Someone ARF help! WUFF WUFF...BARK”
Kyle growled in frustation as he quickly realized that whatever words he wanted his mouth to say came out as nothing more than canine barks and growls. A few choice barks later and he realized that human speech was all but impossible and went to pull on the collar with increased fervor in a vain attempt to free himself from his predicament. The robotic voice chimed up again and pulled him out of his frenzy.
Speech Violation corrected. Two violations remaining.
Scott snapped a quick pic to his superiors to let them know that he had successfully infiltrated the DroneTech facility. He was tasked with investigating their operations of one of their "recruitment" centers. Recently they had received a tip that a handful of missing persons had last been seen entering the facility.
He decided the best way into the building was by signing up for a tour and then break away and disguise himself as worker and sneak around. The rubber suit he was wearing was identical to those reportedly worn by DroneTech employees but was created by the police's research department as opposed to DroneTech.
He dressed himself in regular clothing to hide the suit and proceeded to the facility. He took a deep breath and entered. He quickly found his tour group and fell in line with the others as they walked through the lobby and further into the facility while the tour guide droned on boringly.
Upon entering the main work floor, he discovered a problem with his plan. Every worker on the floor, while dressed in a suit identical to his, has a gas mask and hood over their head. The masks completely covered their faces, hiding every identifying feature under thick, heavy rubber. The lenses of the mask were mirrored so not even the faintest traces of the human inside could be seen.
He knew that he would have to obtain one to be able to infiltrate further and saw various places where there were suits and masks sitting around on trays and tables but never felt like a good opportunity appeared to snatch one.
Almost as if answering his prayer one of the more rambunctious tourists started asking a lot of questions about missing persons and everything. He looked over at the man and immediately recognized him as a reporter for a local news. The tour guide's demeanor quickly changed realizing who the man was and signaled their security. Two muscular rubberclad drones quickly flanked the man who started yelling louder and louder. Scott realized that this was the distraction he needed and quickly but subtly snagged a mask off a tray and quickly tucked it into his jacket. A quick glance around led to a sigh of relief as everyone was still focused on the screaming reporter being hauled away by the security drones.
After the commotion died down the tour guide apologized and proceeded to continue with the tour, going through a clearly very rehearsed script explaining the facility and its operations.
While passing through a busy hallway, Scott saw a small bathroom across from a "Restricted" area and decided that this was his chance. He slid into the restroom quietly while the group was looking at something the other direction and quickly stashed his clothing for easy retrieval. He stood in the restroom now wearing nothing but the rubber suit. He looked down at the mask.
He held the mask in his hands and inspected it. To him it looked like a regular rubber gasmask. The lenses were mirrored and the only opening he could see was at the neck. He knew the rubber was a special formula designed by DroneTech but as far as he knew it was just a more durable rubber.
He slowly slid the mask over his head. The inside of the mask was slick with some type of lubricant that made putting it on a simple task. The intense smell of the rubber, however, caught him off guard and made his head swim and lungs burn. He coughed uncontrollably for a few moments before he started to adjust to the intense smell, regaining his composure and standing up straight. He looked back at himself in the mirror and saw that he now was completely identical to the rubberclad workers and wouldn't have any issue at all blending in with them as he did his reconnaissance.
He felt his cock stir against his suit as he admired himself in the mirror. He rubbed his crotch for a moment, basking in the feeling of the rubber and the complete anonymity that it provided. The pleasure gently flowing through him masked the pleasurable tingling sensation that was happening wherever the DroneTech rubber was touching. He wanted to stand there and enjoy himself more but knew that he had a job to do.
With a few deep breaths to regain his composure and build up his confidence. He exited the restroom and purposefully walked across the hall and through the restricted access door. He was immediately blown away by what he saw.
The room was filled with rows upon rows of what he could best describe as pods. Each one had a rubberclad drone secured inside with various tubes and mechanical bits running around it. He approached one of them cautiously, trying to maintain a safe distance as to not draw attention to himself. Inside appeared a mixture of a chair and a harness.
The drone was suspended in the device, it's arms and legs bound tightly by metal clamps around its wrists, ankles and neck, all connected to a centralized support frame. He could see something large lodged in the drone's rear with wires connected to it as well as a device wrapped firmly around its cock with tubes and wires coming out of it. He looked closer at the tube and could see that the drone's cum was being pumped out via one of the tubes which led into the side of the pod in an almost steady stream. He stepped a little closer and noticed a few more tubes running around the pod. One led to the end of the mask which he assumed was to control breathing and the others snaked around and connected to the various parts of the drone's body. A larger tube fed through a hole in the metal collar and looked to be injecting something directly into its neck.
Although he was concerned, he found himself becoming aroused by the sight. He realized that with his current disguise, that could be him up there and no one would know. He rubbed his throbbing member through the rubber suit and fantasized about being suspended and milked for all he was worth. He didn't realize that the tingling sensation from the mask was had spread down his neck and over his chest.
He rubbed a hand across his chest and passively noted how he felt like he could feel through the rubber as though it was his own skin. It tingled pleasantly but he paid it no mind. He kept passing pod after pod, most occupied but some empty. He found himself gazing longingly at the empty pods as he passed them, part of him was incredibly curious about how it worked. A loud shouting drew his attention from the pods and he moved in closer to investigate.
The shouting was coming from the reporter from earlier and Scott crouched down to see what was going on. He saw the man, now wearing a rubber suit identical to the other drones, being restrained by two large rubber men, one on each side and a smaller man in a suit standing in front of him. He couldn't hear what the man was saying but heard the reporter yell back.
"You can't fucking do this! Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am!?"
Neither the man nor the drones seemed to care what he was saying and the man pulled out gasmask identical to those of all the workers...and Scott...and unceremoniously forced it over the struggling man's head. His cries of protest quickly muffled by the thick rubber. Scott passively rubbed his hand along his throbbing erection as he watched as the man then pulled out a small device and pressed one of the buttons on it. Scott felt a small electric jolt, like he had a static shock in his ears but was too engrossed by what was happening to the man to take notice.
As if on command the trapped man's cock sprung to life, going from flaccid to full mast in an instant. His muffled protests quickly turned to lusty moans. The well dressed man displayed a devilish grin and pressed another button the device. Scott watched as two vacant pods opened up next to the man. The man's smile quickly turned to confusion as he looked at the two pods, clearly he was only expecting one. With a shrug he stepped aside and gestured for the drones to escort the now pleasure stricken man into the pod.
With mechanical efficiency the drones positioned the man into the harness. He was too far wrapped in his own pleasure to process much of what was going on and once he was positioned correctly, the pod activated and all the clamps closed with a snap. The man had a moment of shock and tried to move but only the slightest wriggle was possible against the restraints.
A tube crept down from the roof the pod. It snaked its way down and through a hole in the back of the harness' collar and lanced itself directly into the man's neck. He noticed the man seemed to cease what little struggling he could offer, seeming to become completely rigid in the harness.
Scott then watched as mechanical arms descended and started spraying a black liquid all over the man. Within a matter of seconds he was completely coated in it. The pod lit up a warm red color as Scott could see the liquid quickly solidify and smooth out on the man. In no time the man was now completely sealed in a rubber suit identical to all the others.
The man in the suit looked back at the man now trapped in the pod and smirked before turning to walk away. Scott could tell he was more than confident the problem had been resolved. The drones, however, remained where they were to monitor the process.
A strange whirring sound emanated from the pod now and he saw movement from behind the man. A pleasure filled moan echoed loudly and Scott could only assume that the plug he saw in the drone earlier was now nestled firmly in his rear. He continued rubbing his own aching dick through the rubber while he watched the event unfolding in front of him. The pleasurable tingle reaching over his arms and down his abdomen now.
He couldn't believe how horny he was getting. He was having a hard time focusing on anything but the throbbing, almost painful, need burning in his dick. He looked down at his body, noting how the rubber felt like it was gripping his body more, almost adhering to it. Where before the rubber smoothed out his muscular frame, now it seemed to almost accentuate it.
Distracted by his own lust, he didn't notice the tubes snaking down from the roof of the pod and attaching themselves to the man in various places. He did hear another faint whir which drew his attention back to the pod. He glanced back at the last moment to see a tube connect itself to the mask, presumably to control airflow of the inhabitant.
A silver metallic cylindrical tube rose up from the floor of the pod and expertly guided itself over the man's throbbing rubber erection. He heard the man scream in ecstasy as various tubes and wires worked inserted themselves into the shaft. About a minute passed by and the euphoric screaming had died down into a almost mindless moan then silence. The final touch signaling the completion of the process was when a screen on top of the pod flickered to display "WT-4885". The man was now nothing more than just another drone being milked in a pod.
Scott knew he had discovered the evidence he needed and should leave but as he was getting ready to make a break for it he spotted the open pod next to the now finished drone.
...enter the pod...
He heard the idea flicker in his head and felt a strange compulsion to obey it. He knew that was completely out of the question though. He needed to leave and report his findings to bring this shady company down.
The hypnotic beats hidden in the music and the drugs in the free flowing booze are having the desired effects on several members and pledges of the fraternities on campus during a special block party. Those who fall under the controls being implanted will gradually make their way to the one house not participating in the party. Once inside the last of the clothes and free will, will be removed and the auction will begin. Rich men around the world will snap up these young virgin slaves and train them to their new roles in life.
“Oh boy, I can hear your cute muffled scream from here. I bet you’re a bit overwhelmed with the darkness and tightness that envelops you. Don’t worry, it happens every time I kidnap a new jock boy. You’ll slowly understand where you are and what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He gently caressed his heavy bulge, feeling the frantic movements within. The once energetic jock boy was now imprisoned inside his big bulge. The kidnapper smiled. “Looks like my little boy is quite impatient, huh?” He taunted, his fingers tracing the shape of the victim’s form, clearly visible through the tight skin.
“Ahhh… did I frighten you with my touch? Poor little prey, you must be very, very scared right now. You have no idea how tiny and helpless you are now. Hahaha…” The little jock boy struck desperately against the slippery membrane, making little bumps on the round, white bulge. Little did he know, his frantic movements only incited the captor to toy with him further. The man swung his heavy bulge in various directions, leaving the tiny captive helpless inside a disorienting, weightless state. The white, viscous cum splashed onto the poor little guy over and over, wrapping his body in thick layers of gooey cum. No matter how hard the poor boy fought, the sticky substance clung to him, making every movement more futile.
“Did you really think you could escape? How adorable. Every squirm, every little wiggle… it’s just making me enjoy this even more.” He gave his bulge a gentle squeeze, feeling the resistance from within. The jock boy’s desperate attempts to push against the tight, confining membrane only made his situation worse, as the sticky cum continued to envelop him, restricting his movements further. “Look at you, so helpless and trapped. You can struggle all you want, but there’s no getting out of here. You’re mine now. No one will come to save you. You might as well accept it.”
He swung his heavy bulge in various directions again, making the little captive even more disoriented. The white, viscous cum splashed onto the poor little guy over and over, wrapping his body in thick layers of gooey cum and mummified him inside a restrictive cum cocoon that completely shut off his chance for escape. His frantic movements turned into weak, sporadic shifts, his body finally succumbing to the tight encasement. The giant hand continued to caress his bulge, the touch both soothing and dominant.
“Take a cozy nap in there, my good boy. It’s inevitable. Just let go and give in to your new reality.” He zipped his pants and walked out of the captive’s bedroom, leaving the jock boy to his fate.
The judge was merciless. The captain broke the law and now he had to be enslaved for 10 years.
He was taken to the slave training facility and trained to be submissive and follow all orders, his head was shaved, he got pierced and he was placed in his slave suit with permanent chastity. The suit was locked with collar and permanent cuffs. His nips were exposed for torture and/or pleasure. He was marked as police property slave for sex (SLV46) and sent to his former police station to be used by his former colleagues.
He was one of the best policemen in the city… and now the best sex slave at the police office.
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