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My turn please 😈

So fucking hot!

Ryan was at home on his own but was playing Call Of Duty online with Luke and Darren, a couple of other lads who lived on the same estate. Suddenly the game cut out and the screen turned to static. “What the fuck is this shit?” came one of his mates’ voices through the headphones. “Fuckin’ glitchy shit innit!” he heard his other mate reply. So it wasn’t just him with a screen full of static then.

Suddenly the static disappeared and a series of spirals appeared on his screen. “You seeing this spiral stuff too?” he asked. “Yeah fuckin’ weird bro! Never seen this before. How ‘bout you Daz?” replied Luke. “Nah bruv. I ain’t seen no spirals on here before and …….” Darren’s voice was cut off as a slow rhythmic electronic pulse began to play through the headphones.

Ryan didn’t know what was happening, but like a slow motion car crash, he couldn’t stop watching the spirals on the screen. He hadn’t noticed a synthetic voice had been overlaid on the electronic noise and images were now being superimposed over the spirals. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop watching the spirals and the images of other chav lads like him.

He also didn’t know that his two mates were also fixated on the spirals and the voices that had started a subconscious conditioning process. All three of them now only knew that they were horny as fuck and had to obey. As instructed, Ryan took off the headphones and watched the spirals. He watched the words that flashed up without even knowing that he had seen them.

Without knowing or caring why he was obediently following the instructions, Ryan put on a puffa jacket and gloves to go with the trackies and sneakers he was already wearing. Still glued to the screen and the spirals, he put on the ski mask that keeps scallies safe from CCTV cameras. He went downstairs and opened the front door.

Waiting at the front door were two lads dressed like him, but both with black gasmasks, filters attached. They didn’t need to say anything. Ryan felt his cock throbbing in his trackies and knew he had to go with them. He wanted to be the same as them and silently walked between them to the end of the street where they turned into the alleyway.

As they rounded the corner Ryan saw four more figures dressed like him but also wearing gasmasks with filters. Ryan realised that the two nearest him were Luke and Darren. He walked up to them but couldn’t see anything behind the lenses. Luke handed him a gasmask which he willingly put on. It felt so good to be losing his human identity.

His two mates poured some liquid from small yellow bottles into filters and attached them to Ryan’s mask. He didn’t need to be told to take deep breaths of the fumes. The vapours filled his lungs and he felt them pulsing through his entire body. He was warm and fuzzy and he was rock hard and horny. His bros embraced him and they rubbed each other’s hard cocks through their trackies.

As they continued to breathe the intoxicating fumes the three of them started to lose all sense of their human existence. They continued to sniff the fumes as they walked, brainless and drooling, with their four new chav bros. No feelings except mindless obedient bliss, intense horniness, and an uncontrollable urge to spend more time in front of the spirals.

At some point the three of them passed out into a trance-like twilight. They were roused by a familiar pulsating electronic rhythm and a large screen on which spirals were rotating. They were wearing matching trackies, sneakers and gasmasks. Three filters sat on the floor in front of them and they attached them to the gasmasks without realising they were obeying a subliminal voice.

For the next few days the three of them were either asleep or watching the spirals and listening to the binaural programming. During this stage of the programming they were fitted with chastity cages, the strength of the fumes was continually increased and they were kept constantly aroused. Only when the voices instructed them to drain were they allowed to cum.

Ryan no longer had any sense of time and only wanted to obey the controller, inhale the fumes and pleasure himself and his bros. It was probably 5 or 6 days into the programming regime that four new bros arrived in shiny rubber tracksuits and took them to another part of the building for the next phase of programming. This was to be the final assimilation.

They were taken into a dormitory where black rubber catsuits were laid out on the three beds. Rubber tracksuits hung next to the beds, with rubber boots and several pairs of sneakers under them. On a table next to each bed were several small yellow bottles and a pair of airbuds. In front of each bed was a tv screen.

Ryan took his trackies off and the rubber chavs pressed their rubber forms into his naked body. This was the first time he had felt rubber like this against his human skin and he wanted this to be his skin too. The others were rubbing his cock, fingering his quivering hole, and playing with his nipples. As his arse twitched and his cock dripped precum they stopped.

The rubber chavs slid each of Ryan’s legs into the well lubed suit and pulled it up to his waist. He stood up as they beckoned and felt that his legs were now fully encapsulated in rubber. He had never felt anything like this ecstasy. They pulled the suit up to his shoulders and slid the rubber over his arms. As the rear zip was fastened and locked into place he let out a little squeal of excitement.

A digital voice came through the airbuds, accompanied by text on the screen “THIS IS YOUR CONTROLLER. YOUR FINAL ASSIMILATION AS A RUBBER DRONE IS BEGINNING. THE DRONES WHO ARE ASSIMILATING YOU WERE MINDLESS CHAV LADS LIKE YOU. NOW YOU WILL KNOW TRUE MINDLESS BLISS AND SERVE THE HIVE LIKE THEM. INHALE THE DRONE FUEL. EMBRACE THE SPIRALS”

 “YOU HAVE BEEN CONDITONED TO ACCEPT THE ASSIMILATION PROGRAMME. DRONES ARE RUBBER OBJECTS. YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE DRONE SKIN WHICH HAS BEEN PREPARED FOR YOU. THIS SKIN WILL BE PART OF YOU. IT WILL TAKE YOU OVER. YOU WILL BE A RUBBER OBJECT.”

“YOU ARE NOW DRONE XC43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS YOUR SKIN. YOU HAVE NO HUMAN FEELS. YOU ONLY NEED THE DRONE FUEL WHICH ERASES THE HUMAN. YOU ARE A MINDLESS BATOR DRONE. YOU EXIST ONLY TO SERVE THE HIVE. YOU EXIST ONLY TO SERVE WITH YOUR DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS YOUR EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”

The voice was replaced with techno and the programme file played on a subliminal loop under the beats, the words flashing on the screen. The drones started to edge Ryan and bated each other through three fuel refills. Ryan was now closer to the edge than he had ever been. He needed to serve the hive and he started repeating the mantra.

“I AM NOW DRONE XC43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS MY SKIN. I HAVE NO HUMAN FEELS. I ONLY NEED THE DRONE FUEL WHICH ERASES THE HUMAN. I AM A MINDLESS BATOR DRONE. I EXIST ONLY TO SERVE THE HIVE. I EXIST ONLY TO SERVE WITH MY DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS MY EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”

The drones replaced the filter with a hose and fuel pump and Ryan increasingly pumped the fumes into the gasmask. He was now mindless. He had no human feels. It had no human feels. The rubber was its skin. It was a rubber object. It needed only fuel. It would serve as programmed. It was assimilated with the hive. Its mantra had changed from the first to the third person.

“IT IS NOW DRONE XC43. A MINDLESS RUBBER OBJECT. THE RUBBER IS ITS SKIN. IT HAS NO HUMAN FEELS. IT ONLY NEEDS THE DRONE FUEL WHICH ERASES THE HUMAN. IT IS A MINDLESS BATOR DRONE. IT EXISTS ONLY TO SERVE THE HIVE. IT EXISTS ONLY TO SERVE WITH ITS DRONE BROS, NOURISHING AND PLEASURING THE HIVE. THIS IS ITS EXISTENCE. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.”

The other drones nodded to each other, XC43 stood up and approached its new drone bros. They embraced and XC43 dutifully bated each one until they had drained their cum for the hive. Only then did it drain a massive and orgasmic load of cum from its own cock. The assimilation was complete. XC43 was now a mindless chav drone ready to serve the hive.

Bring it on please