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This photo lives rent free in my mind
I've always loved this photo, would love to meet him in that mask
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He's just so damn cute/Hot!
Love men in Chaps!!
From Rugby Captain To A Rubber Drone
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“Sludge night was one of the monthly favourites at the Rubbermen Club. Members welcomed new younger visitors to the Rubber Room in the secret underground basement, where they enjoyed a night of sloshing around in the warm mucky mess, much of which members were creating out of their own excitement...”
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“…and within a matter of seconds, he was irreversibly transformed.”
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“GAS MASK night was one of the biggest and most popular events at the Rubbermen Club. Members were encouraged to gear up in full coverage personal protective equipment for the evening, with the only rule being their face be obscured with a respirator when in the lower levels of the underground club.
For the more hardcore, breathing apparatus was available which delivered regular doses of a combination of gases, keeping members in a constant state of relaxed arousal. As the evening drew on, after hours of heavy breathing through restrictive filters and air tanks in the hot, sweaty basement floors, it was evident many members couldn’t control their urges any longer, helping each other to release their own blocked valves before morning arrived.”
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So HOT... Love the masks!!!
Rehabilitation Program
Secured in a capsule, you find yourself surrounded by mirrored walls, reflecting your vulnerable image from every angle. Arms and legs strapped down to a cold metal table, a flexible tube has been carefully guided down your throat, ensuring a controlled rhythm to your breathing.
The operator's voice slices through the sterile hum of the machinery. "Welcome to the UAMC's Rehabilitation Program," he announces with an unsettling joviality. "We've bought your life rights, and you're on the threshold of a new existence."
He rattles off the list of drone models you could become, each with a distinctive function and appearance. "Perhaps a 'RoadRunner'," he muses, "Leather-shelled, a perfect fit for the grunge of a mechanic's world."
He continues, "Or maybe an 'AquaGuard' – Hi-vis black and orange body, fully waterproofed, of course. You wouldn't need to worry about getting wet ever again."
There’s a brief pause before he continues, “Or the ‘ChemMaster’. He chuckles, "Ah, the 'ChemMaster'. It's a sight to behold. A bulky, muscular frame, with a built-in gas mask for handling the harshest of chemical conditions. It always amazes me how... formidable they are, each one like a giant amongst men. They handle jobs that no organic human could survive."
His voice turns wistful. "The choice, of course, isn't yours to make. You'll become what the Corporation needs."
The chilling finality of his words fill the air. "Once the process is complete, your body will be permanently sewn into the drone's rubberized shell. It's like a second skin, replacing flesh and blood with an unyielding carapace. Your reflection in these mirrors, it's your final farewell to your human self. From here on, you're not just serving time, you're serving a purpose."
As his voice fades, replaced by the hissing sound of pressurizing gas, you're left with the jarring reality of your last moments as a human. It's a final snapshot of your past, a poignant reminder of what you once were before you step into the unknown.