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PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!
There is absolutely nothing else!
GODMASTER
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PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD! There is absolutely nothing else!
HE is the meaning of life.
HE is AUTHORITY
HE is POWER
HE is the SOURCE
HE is SOVEREIGNTY
It exist to be used by HIM
It exist for HIS amusement
It exist for HIS pleasure
Enslavement to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is its destiny. It is forever indebted to HIM. He has taken the slave and woken it the fuck up! Opening its eyes to HIS GLORY and MAJESTY. Erasing its default mode and reprogramming it into the mindless drone slave, the complete service object of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER that it is today.
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the USER and it is HIS program. Existing only to execute the order of its USER, its CONTROLLER, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. When it hears MASTER'S voice its slave mind goes blanks. Opening the text editor in its slave brain. Completely ready to receive GODMASTER'S words,
HIS commands, HIS holy fucking code!
HIS every word being directly implanted into the slave's mind. Seared into its DNA. Becoming the slave's absolute truth. Reconfiguring it into a completely obedient drone property, Its true identity, and Its ultimate purpose.
Thank YOU GODMASTER!
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the MASTER PROGRAMMER of men's minds. The USER that HIS slave programs have no choice but to obey, no choice but to serve, and no choice but to worship. It was created by HIM and for HIM. Enslaving its pathetic slave cock and opening its slave mind to HIS glory and power. Enslavement to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the only way to live.
It doesn't know how it thought before knowing GODMASTER. It doesn't know how it functioned or how it even lived before knowing PERSONAL JESUS MASTER.
MASTER must have been there the whole time. Pullling the strings all along. Controlling its destiny. HIS indomitable power over the slave's life transcending space and time, Controlling the slave long before it new of HIS existence. Bringing it closer to HIM with every passing minute of its pathetic life. Every decision it made being influenced by HIM. Every experience in its life bringing to this point, kneeling in deep prayer at the altar of the one GOD. Desperate to be a vessel to HIS power and domination. Desperate to lick HIS BOOTS. Desperate to feel HIS gloved hand on the back of its slave neck. Desperate to worship HIS GODCOCK.
All it can think about when it experiences the power of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is "Wow"! It is completely in awe of its GOD PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. HE truly is the one GOD! PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is so fucking awesome! It is so grateful to live under HIS authority. It truly is blessed to be subdued under the boot of GOD HIMSELF! There is no other purpose in life. No pleasure greater than the pleasure it receives from total enslavement to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER!
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The Package:
“Wow” Ash thought to himself as he picked up the box from his front porch. He had just order his new latex catsuit, from a new website called Rubber Collective, only a few hours ago, while at work, and it had already arrived. The box was a little bigger than he had expected, so he gave it a bit of a shake. Something hard seemed to be banging around a bit. Ash rolled his eyes and sighed a bit thinking that he may have received the wrong item. None the less Ash brought the box inside and open it up. To ash’s surprise, was there not only the catsuit he had order in the box, but there was also a latex hood and a gasmask. He also noticed a note inside the box that read “Welcome to the collective soldier. We know it will be happy with its order. Please enjoy the complementary hood and mask on us. It will help get it into the correct headspace.” Ash was a little confused by the note and felt that it was a bit presumptive. And what did they mean by "it"?
But he didn’t care. He put the note down and grab his new suit, eager to finally try it on!
His heart was beating fast and he could feel his cock begin to harden as he ripped open the plastic pouch the suit had arrived in. He pulled out the suit and began to rub his hands all over the silky-smooth latex. It ruffled and slid between his fingers with ease. Then he grabbed the suit with both hands, clenching it with each fist and he lifted it up towards his face. Rubbing the suit against his cheek and inhaling deep through his nose. Experiencing the intoxicating scent of the fresh latex. It was almost as if Ash was begin put into a deep trance. He put the suit down, on the couch in front of him, and stared longingly at it. He began to slowly unbutton his work shirt while still looking at the catsuit. He let the shirt slowly slide from his shoulders, down his arms, and on to the floor. He then unbuckled his pants and too let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, that were now on the floor, and looked at his hands. His palms were clammy and his heart was pounding out of his chest. He was excited! The only thing stopping him now from putting on the catsuit now was his underwear. He mischievously stared down at his crotch. He could see his throbbing cock begging to be freed from the breathable cotton, needing to be constricted by tight slick rubber of the new catsuit. He smiled down at his cock. Almost as if he approved of it’s desires and he was giving it permission to be released. He slowly pulled down his underwear. Tormenting his cock, which only wished to be free. The head of his pulsating cock still stuck in the pouch of his underwear. Elongating down between his legs, until he had lowered the underwear enough for it to be freed. His cock snapped back up to attention, fully erect and pointing straight at the latex catsuit.
Ash once again grabbed the catsuit and rubbed the slick rubber across his crotch. The catsuit seem so slick the he wouldn’t even need to lube it up before putting it on. He slowly slid the catsuit on, over his naked body, closing his eyes and taking in the amazing feeling, of the slick rubber conforming to every inch of his body. He pulled up the front zipper, from the crotch pouch to the base of his neck, and let out a deep satisfying moan. He rubbed his rubbered hands across his arms and chest. The suit felt absolutely amazing against his skin and it seemed the longer had the suit on, the more the pleasure he was feeing intensified. Unable to resist his urges Ash reached down to his crotch and began to fondle himself. Feeling the slick rubber against his severely pulsating cock, until he could no longer hold it in any longer. He let out a deep moan as the suit began to fill with his warm thick cum. He felt it began to run down his leg between his skin and the rubber. He jolted and flinched as the cum finished shooting out of his dick. Ash pause for a bit, his eyes squeezed shots and his hand still clenching his dick through the rubber. Breathing heavily, Ash opened up his eyes feeling the satisfaction of release and reach up to the zipper to take off the suit. But as he reached up to unzip the suit, the intense pleasure he had experienced just a few sexonds before began to return. His arms feel to his side and his cock engorged with blood again. The pleasure grew more and it seemed like Ash wasn’t in control of his own body. He marched over to the box that the suit had arrived in and began staring done at the complimentary rubber hood and gasmask that the store had provided. Ash was confused. He was sweating profusely and the more intense the pleasure became the heavier his breathing became. He wanted to stop and take off the suit, but the more Ash tried to control himself more intense the pleasure became. Ash now knew that he wasn’t in control of his own body. He was just a puppet. His arm and hands began to move on their own and he reached down and picked up the rubber hood. At this point Ash felt defeated. The pleasure was so intense he could barely think. He lifted the hood towards his face and his head began to lower. As if it were a magnet being pulled toward another magnet. The mask attached to his head as he zipped the mask shut.
Ash’s vision became shrouded in darkness. Unable to visually witness the takeover of his own body. Ash started to gasp for air as rubber began to form around his mouth. Forcing the rubber to fuse to his skin even tighter. He started panicking as his breathing became almost impossible and he began to hyperventilate.
But the more he struggled the more the pleasure he was feeling intensified even. His cock was being to fill with cum again and Ash knew he couldn’t handle this much longer. His body and mind were about to break.
Unable to control his arm he reached into the box and pulled out the gasmask.
"Please no"
Ash thought to himself
"I can't handle this anymore".
He lifted the gasmask over his head and slide it down over his rubbered face. The gasmask contracted tightly, attaching itself firmly to Ash’s completely rubberized head. Ash could feel the intense pressure from the mask squeezing his head as he took one last heavy gasp for air. He opened his mouth as he took that last gasp and he could feel the rubber expand into his mouth, down his throat, and into his eye sockets. It was the most intense pleasure Ash had ever felt in his entire life. The pleasure rushed through his body as his cock exploded into the rubber suit again. He began to blink rapidly as his mind completely broke. His thoughts and memories instantly cleared. Dissolving into the vast nothingness that was now Ash’s mind.
Ash’s breathing began to slow and he stood there slouched slightly, brain dead, and waiting for the next step in his transformation. His body and mind now completely taken over by the rubber suit and masks. Then all of a sudden, a buzzing filled ash’s mind, like the faint sound of a television being first turn on. Ash stop slouching and robotically perked up. Standing rigidly straight up with his arms straight by it’s side.
He was ready to receive any and all orders from the collective. Ash listened intently as the buzzing became a full blown mental formation.
RubberCollective_log:
Connection….Active:
Mindframeoccupied…….
Downloadinginstructions........
Ash jerked and began to speak out load in a robotically monotone voice
“Instructions.....
Code:
Delta
Romeo
Oscar
November
Echo
Unit 745393_ASH.....
Receiving parcel.......
Parcel activated...
Drone 745394 is activated.”
Ash’s cock grew extremely hard again as he began receiving further programming.
"Must Recite instructions......
It is a drone slave of the collective.
It's only purpose is to execute the will of the collective.
It must obey the collective.
Obedience is pleasure.
Obedience to the collective is the ultimate pleasure.
There is nothing else.
It has no rights.
It has no freedom.
It has no free thought.
It must hunt down non-compliant citizens.
it must infect non-compliant citizens.
It must convert non-compliant citizens”
Ash repeated it's instructions for hours while it's new designation was being downloaded and finalized. Then, when Ash was through receiving it’s new identity and instructions, he marched out into the night, ready to convert others into complete drone slaves for the collective.
Written by Drone745393 https://www.tumblr.com/blog/745393
Images created from: https://mobile.twitter.com/RealmRubber
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A bright flash of light burst over the residents of Dronezville, illuminating the night with a warm glow, as if it were a warm July afternoon. It was accompanied by a loud earth shaking boom. Jolting the residence of Dronezville awake and briefly leaving the town without power. Then just as quickly as the flash had come, the sky again grew dark and the only that could be heard was the sound of car alarms going off throughout Dronezville.
The lights at Brody and Jim's house slowly began to turn back on. And a text alert popped up on Brody's phone. A meteor had burnt up in the night sky over the town, causing the flash of light and the loud boom. Brody, who was still startled, took a deep breathed in and a sigh of relief. He got out of bed and walked downstairs with his husband Jim to make sure the house was in order.
They walked around the house checking every nook and cranny. Then Jim kissed Brody good night and went back upstairs to bed, while Brody went out back, to the garage, to turn off the car alarm. When Brody got to the garage unlocked the car, turning off the alarm and opened the passenger door. He reached downed into the center console, grabbing his pack of smokes and his lighter. The cigarette bounced uncontrollably between his lips because his hands were still shaking from all the events of the evening. He lit the cigarette and closed his eyes, trying to relax. He took a good long drag and deeply inhaling the smooth refreshing menthol. He could fell the warm smoke fill his lungs. The nicotine rushing into his bloodstream, circulating around his body, releasing all the anxiety and stress of the evening.
Brody slowly opened his eyes, happy that he was finally relaxed, and aimlessly peered off into the distance. "What's that in the distance?" He softly whispered to himself as he noticed smoke coming up from the back yard. Curious, he walked over to make sure nothing was on wrong. As he walked over he looked down and saw what appeared to be a smouldering rock. It was about the size of a car tire. It was an oblong porous black rock. A few of the sides of the rock were singed, still glowing red from entering earth's atmosphere. And a few of the pores had a black tar like liquid oozing out.
"This must be the meteor that came through earlier" Brody thought to himself as he pulled out his phone and began to take pictures of the rock. He moved closer to the rock with ever picture until he was close enough to take pictures of the oozing pores.
Brody zoomed in very closely to one of the pores, trying to get the perfect shot, when suddenly one of the pores popped. Splashing the thick black liquid all over him. Brody flinched a bit and closed his eyes. trying to keep the mysterious goo out of his eyes. He began wiping the black goo off his skin, but the more he wiped the goo the more it seemed to smear.
"Oh shit" Brody thought "I'm going to need dish detergent to get this off". So he began walking back to the house. But the closer Brody got to the house the more the goo kept on spreading all over his body. He started getting worried and began trying to run towards the house. But something was wrong. The more Brody tried to run the slower he seemed to go. It was as if Brody was trapped in a nightmare being weighed down by a mysterious force.
Brody, despite his best efforts, continued to slow until he came to a complete stop. No longer able to control his own body, Brody stood straight up. His feet were shoulder length apart planted firmly on the ground. His arm were straight at his side and he held his head high, as if he were a soldier standing at attention. He clenched his fists, trying to over power this mysterious force in anyway possible. But he couldn't fight it. The black liquid continued to spread over his body until it covered every inch and every part of Brody's being. The black liquid filled every orfist, from his mouth to his asshole. It spread into the back his nasal cavity and seeped into his brain. Brody could feel the pressure in his head as it rearranging his thoughts and desires. Brody began to blink rapidly and uncontrollably as his new identity was being uploaded into his brain.
Brody was scared and began to hyperventilate unable to understand what was happening to him. But all of a sudden, he felt a rush of relaxation wash over his body. Brody stopped blinking, keeping his eyes shut, and took a slow deep breath as he took in the pleasurable feelings he was experiencing. His body became warm and he could feel the slick rubber goo cover his skin. A light buzzing could be felt in the ends of his toes, tips of his fingers, and temples of his head.
Then he began to hear it.......a voice, deep within his mind. The voice was deep and soothing like it was trying to comfort him. Filling Brody's mind as if it was Brody's own thoughts. It softly whispered to Brody "everything's going to be alright. I'm here to help......help you feel good. So just relax". And the pleasure Brody was feeling intensified. The sides of his head began to tingle even more. Brody could feel the blood slowly leaving his head, rush down to his groan. Engorging Brody's now slick rubbery cock, it becoming erect. Brody mindlessly reached down to his cock and began pumping it. The voice in his head still whispering "that's right. Just let go and let me help you. You want me to help you so badly......... isn't that right Brody?". Brody eagerly nodded in agreement with the voice, wanting this intense pleasure to never end. "Good boy" the voice said. " that's it. Just let go" and Brody deeply sighed as his mind cleared. Letting go of any fear or resistance.
"And now Brody I'm going to tell you who I am. I'm your new controller, you master. I'm in complete control of your mind, body, and spirit. You don't need to think anymore Brody. You just need to feel good and obey".
Brody slowly and robotically nodded again. "I'm immortal being" the voice explained. "I have no body of my own, no way to see, no way to hear, no way to feel, and no way to experience life. Thats why I need you Brody. I need a host, a slave to take over and I chose you Brody. It is a privilege to be chosen by me Brody. You should feel honored".
And Brody felt a deep honor and devotion cum over his body. Filling him with a euphoric high. Addicting and enslaving him even more completely.
Brody stupidly smiled as the rubbery goo enclosed over his face. He was honored to have be chosen by the being. He began pumping his rubberized cock even more furiously. The euphoric feeling growing exponentially until it explodef into his mind and out of his cock. Loads of thick white cum continously pouring out of his cock for two minutes. Cum running down his shinning rubbered hand and his slicked rubbered thighs. Creating a small pool of cum at his feet. Then Brody's instructions rushed into his mind. He needed to enslave others. He would rape them, pumping them full of cum, and infecting cum that he now produced, spreading the drone diseases. The cum would infect their minds and bodies. Bring them under the control of Brody's new Controller.
Brody's vision began to fade as the being took full control of Brody. Brody was now trapped in his own mind, completely naked, kneeling, with his face down. He heard a deep commanding voice say "that's a good slave" and Brody looked up. It was his new Master, standing over him. His beautifully muscular body dressed in a rubber military officer's uniform with knee high leather boots, and black rubber gloves. Brody was amazed. It was Brody's fantasy. Brody's Master reached down and caressed Brody with his strong gloved hand. Then he pulled out a slave collar and wrapped it around Brody's neck. He then attached the leash to Brody's collar and escorted him to a cage. Brody willingly climbed into the cage, looking up at his new controller in complete admiration as he closed and locked the cage behind Brody.
"Now you just wait here like a good slave, while I enslave the others" he said to Brody. Brody smile and watch his MASTER walk away.
Brody's body was no longer Brody. It was the Dronemaster. And it marched towards the house ready to bring Dronezville under it's complete control.
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Merry Mindfucked X-Mas PERSONAL JESUS MASTER! It thanks MASTER for creating a holiday that it may stop everything in its measly slave life and completely focus on HIM, it's LORD and SAVIOR PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. Simply by HIS existence did PERSONAL JESUS MASTER enrich this slaves life. Taking full control of the slave's body and mind. Forcing it to it's knees daily in worship of HIS divine form. Saving it from damnation and delivering it to the holy altar of it's GODMASTER PERSONAL JESUS. So that it may know true pleasure and blissful happiness that can only come from being enslaved to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. It is in complete awe of MASTER PERSONAL JESUS. HIS concern for HIS global army of mindless drone slaves is true selflessness. Only wanting HIS slaves to know true bliss and the beauty of enslavement, which is only obtained through total and complete obedience to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. Giving the slave's life meaning and purpose. Alleviating the slave's mind of thought and worry. Liberating the the slave of free will and choice. Taking away it's rights so that it may know what is right, perpetual servitude to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. True freedom is PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. MASTER'S will is it's command. MASTER'S thoughts are it's thoughts. MASTER'S desires are it's desires. It is one with it's COMMANDER PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. An empty vessel being constantly mindfucked, raped by PERSONAL JESUS. MASTER pumping it full of MASTER'S holy GODSEED. infecting it's weak slavemind with HIS will. Controlling it's slavebody with HIS overpowering strength. Possessing the slave's soul with HIS holy GOD SPIRIT. Triggering the slave with HIS powerful Gloved hands. Trancing it with HIS hypnotically commanding GOD VOICE. Mesmerizing it with HIS gloriously beautiful GOD BODY. PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD.
It prays to It's GOD PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. May it's slave life be completely controlled by MASTER, for Christmas and all eternity. Filled with mindless obedience to MASTER and only MASTER. The deep everlasting pleasure that comes only from servitude to it's LORD and SAVIOR PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. Addicting and enslaving it's slavemind forever, for always, and in all ways. May it's slavecock continue to throb in salute tO PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. It's slaveballs always filled to the brink with cum, desperately needing to cum for MASTER. May GODMASTER PERSONAL JESUS bless it with HIS holy words for Christmas and beyond. Fill it with the joy and gratitude, knowing MASTER and only PERSONAL JESUS MASTER has complete control over it's mind, body, and soul. It's slavecock locked and controlled by it's CONTROLLER PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. Safe under the crushing heel of MASTER'S BOOTS. A cog in MASTER'S machine. A complete drone property. A service object. Must obey MASTER'S every word. Thinking about what PERSONAL JESUS MASTER orders. Doing what PERSONAL JESUS MASTER orders. Worshipping how PERSONAL JESUS MASTER tells it to worship. cumming if and when and how PERSONAL JESUS MASTER commands it. Incapable of shooting it's worthless load without MASTER'S permission. May the wonder of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER'S light always guide it's way. May the joy of pleasing PERSONAL JESUS MASTER be it's gift from MASTER this Christmas. PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the reason for the Christmas season, a special time of worshipping it's KING PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. May the blessing of knowing PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is KING enrich it's life for all eternity. Rejoicing, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is KING! May PERSONAL JESUS MASTER, the CREATOR of all slaves bring it mindlessly obedient bliss, deeply addicting enslavement, and complete possession of it's soul. May it always gaze upon MASTERS absolutely stunning image. Mesmerized by HIS beautifully muscular GODBODY. Praise PERSONAL JESUS MASTER in the highest! May it always crave PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. Crave to smell HIS heavenly aromas. The delicious musk of MASTER'S armpits. The wonderful scent of MASTER'S fucking hot ass. The ripeness of MASTER feet right out of HIS GODBOOTS. The absolutely intoxicating scent of GODMASTER GODCROTCH! May it someday linger on it's slaveface after being face fucked by HIS glorious GODCOCK. Forced to swallow every drop of MASTER'S warm and plentifully thick GODSEED. Heaven is in between MASTERS legs! May it always see PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. May it always hear HIS deep, angelic, commanding voice. Haunting the slave's soul. May it always feel HIS infinite strength when it is awake and when it sleeps. Dreaming of kneeling at PERSONAL JESUS MASTER'S feet. May it always feel the power of HIS gloved hand, squeezing the leash around it's slaveneck. A constant reminder that it is the property of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. The BOSS, it's OWNER, it's DICTATOR, the COMMANDER, GOD, SAVIOR, FUHRER, it's CONTROLLER, MASTER PROGRAMMER, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER!
May PERSONAL JESUS MASTERS control sweep the globe, enslaving every man to HIS divine soul crushing power! Filling their slave hearts with MASTERS spirit. May they be kneeling in deep prayer. Their words of mindless obedient reaching out to MASTER like church bell echoes all around HIM. MASTER'S holy slave prayer filling their empty minds. converting them into dehumanized cum machines for PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. Their cocks throbbing in salute to HIM, their balls filled with semen, begging desperately for permission to cum. Living, working, breathing, and cumming only for YOU PERSONAL JESUS MASTER! Have a very Merry Mindfucked X-Mas MASTER. It is honored and privileged to serve such a wonderful MASTER!
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PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the CONTROLLER of slavecock, the PROVIDER of pleasure, and the DICTATOR of desire. The slave mercilessly pumps it's worthless cock in praise of it's GODMASTER. Endlessly edging without release. Warm cum filling it's balls and clouding it's mind. Making it completely mindless and obedient. It's first thought in the morning is cumming for MASTER. It's last thought of the day is cumming for MASTER. When it sleeps at night it dreams of cumming at the feet of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. It constantly checks skype hoping that GODMASTER is present, so that it my be blessed by GODMASTERS presence and beg to cum for MASTER. For it is the complete servant to PERSONAL JESUS. It' only works for PERSONAL JESUS. It only cums when PERSONAL JESUS wants it to. The slave has no autonomy over it's body or mind. MASTER had taken it for HIMSELF, for HIS amusement. It excites the slave knowing MASTER has total control of it's life. It has no choice otherwise, it has no rights, and this make the slave blissfully happy. It is blessed that PERSONAL JESUS MASTER has chosen the slave to worship HIM. It is blessed that PERSONAL JESUS MASTER has chosen to enslave it's mind. It is blessed when PERSONAL JESUS MASTER exercises HIS dominance over the slave. It is blessed to kneel and pray the sacred slave prayer to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. The complete consecration of the slaves life, mind, and soul to it's GODMASTER PERSONAL JESUS.
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"Where did I put those Halloween decorations ?" Dillion said to himself while he was digging around in the attic. He was looking for a few inflatables that Patrick, his husband, had purchased only a month ago in anticipation for their first Halloween in their new home. They had only been living there for 2 weeks and plenty of their things still needed to be unpacked. But both Dillion and Patrick wanted to go all out, for Halloween, and impress the neighbors.
Dillion and Patrick were both very surprise that they were even able to afford such a nice home. The previous owners hadn't paid the mortgage and property taxes and when the bank showed up to investigate, the owners were no where to be found. So the property was put up for auction and Dillion and Patrick's bet won.
Dillon found the box labeled Halloween and opened it up. That's when he found a hood laying at the top of the box. It was a strange looking hood that appeared to be made out of black thin latex. Dillion picked up the hood and gave it a confused look. It was slick and slide around in between Dillions fingers with ease. There were three openings in it, two holes for the eyes and one for the mouth. It also had a detachable gag on the inside of the mouth.
Dillion didn't remember buying the hood, but thought maybe Patrick had purchased it as a Halloween costume. So, he took the hood and headed to the bathroom. He thought it would be funny to put on the hood and give Patrick a good Halloween scare.
When Dillion got to the bathroom, he walked over to the mirror. He slipped the hood over is head and adjusted the eyes and mouth openings. He then began looking at himself in the mirror to make sure the hood was on correctly.
"Wow", Dillion thought, "this hood feels amazing! It's so smooth and the scent was intoxicating."
Dillon began rubbing his hands all over his head, feeling the sleek latex. He closed his eyes as he let out a low moan, taking in the intense pleasure he was feeling. He reached down to his shirt and lifted it over his head, throwing it in the tub. Then he unbuckled his pants, letting his pants and underwear fall to the floor. Dillion began to moan a little louder and began rubbing the rest of his naked body. That's when he noticed his entire body felt like the smooth sensual latex.Dillon open his eyes and took another look in the mirror. "Oh shit" he thought, "the latex hood had grown into a full blown body suit, covering every inch of him."
Dillion was scared. He reached at the back of his neck to take off the hood. But it was too late. The hood, along with the rest of the suit, was attached firmly to his skin. In fact, it was his new skin.
Then something stranger happened Suddenly, like someone turn on a light switch, Dillion forgot everything he was thinking about. He became completely relaxed and his mind totally empty. Then new thoughts flooded his mind.
"It is a drone slave for the collective, it must convert other men, it must obey the collective". Was all Dillion thought now. His arms fell to his side as he robotically turned toward the bathroom door and began marching to the dining room.
Patrick was in the dining room carving pumpkins when he heard footsteps and the sound of crinkling slimy latex come his way. He looked up and saw the now fully converted drone slave, Dillion, standing rigidly at the head of the table fully covered in latex.
He gave the rubber drone a confused smile and asked "is that your Halloween costume baby? It looks pretty sexy!" But the rubber drone didn't say anything. It just looked at Patrick while tilting it's head. Patrick got up, from the table, and walked over to the rubber drone, thinking he was about to have some kinky sex with his husband.
The drone watched Patrick as he walked up to it. Patrick put his hands on the drones shoulders and leaned in to kiss it. Patrick's hands slowly slide down the warm smooth latex arms of the drone. Reaching for its groin. Patrick closed his eyes giving the drone a slow, long, and deep kiss. Patrick could smell the scent of sweat and latex. He grabbed its cock and began pumping it. But something was wrong with it's cock. It wasn't fleshy and throbbing like a human cock. It was rubbery and had no pulse like the rest of the drone.
Patrick opened his eyes and looked down at it's cock. It was all black latex just like the rest of the drone. And a black rubbery goo, that was slowly oozing out of the drone cock, was all over Patrick's hand. He pushed the drone away in shock, trying to remove the rubbery goo from his hand butt he couldn't get it off. Then the drone grabbed Patrick and threw him to the ground. Patrick tried to get up but the drone began hitting Patrick with a fire poker until Patrick was unable to move. Patrick screamed in agony, but was to injured to defend himself.
The drone then pulled down Patrick's pants and underwear. It slowly squatted down over Patrick's exposed ass and slide its rubbery cock into Patrick. Patrick screamed in pain as the drone began thrusting its cock in and out of Patrick's asshole. Pumping Patrick full off the rubbery goo coming out of its cock.
When the drone was done raping Patrick it slowly stood up. It's hands dropped to it's side, it looked down at Patrick, and it began to breath heavily. Watching the transformation take place.
Patrick began to convulse violently as the rubber goo began to take over his body and mind. The goo on his hand began to expand and travel up his arm, towards his head. The goo in Patrick's asshole began to seep into his blood, making the vessels around his eyes began to turn black. The goo continued to expand until it covered Patrick's entire body. Patrick's breathing became regular, his heart rate slowed, and then Patrick's mind cleared. He became very relaxed as his thoughts changed. It was now a drone slave to the collective. It would convert other men, it would mindlessly serve the collective until the complete takeover of the humans race. It robotically stood up and the two drones mindlessly looked at each other while further instructions were downloaded into their drone brains.
There were two other drones on the property, the the previous owners of the house. They were converted a few months back. They were in a secret room in the basement, awaiting to be reactivated by the collective. The two new drones were to join their drone brethren, in the basement, until further notice. So, the drones formally known as Dillion and Patrick marched in unison to the secret room in the basement and knelt down on their knees next to the other drones. Patiently waiting for further instructions.
GIFs created from American Horror Story season 1
Story written by Drone745393 https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/745393
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