When You Received An Urgent Text From Your Bf To Come Home You Ran As Fast As You Could. You Heard Him

When you received an urgent text from your bf to come home you ran as fast as you could. You heard him grunting in the bedroom and rushed to help. You definitely wernt expecting this. Your bf qas tied to the bed, dressed in rubber from head to toe with earphones in and A vibrator attatched over his cock. As you walked in the room to investigate, someone grabbed you from behind and you felt a rag pressed against your face. You vission went black and your bfs grunts and moans fadded into nothing as you passed out.

You awoke a short time later, groggy. You tried to move but couldn't. Your skin felt strange and your vission was obstructed on the sides. You were wearing a mask. Panic set in as you realized that you were in the same suit your bf was in earlier. Even more panic when you realized you couldn't hear his grunts either. You were secured where he had been.

"Hello there," a muscled man can into your veiw. Looking down on you, his eyes exploring you, inspecting your handy work. You tried to yell and scream but your mouth was full of Plastic. The man gestured for someone behind him to approach. Your bf came and stood beside the man, inly it wasn't him, not anymore. The man had made him into something else. Something mindless. The man made another gesture and the drine that was your bf began To flip switches on your body. You felt an intense vibration in your ass, then another over your swiftly hardening cock. Your realized, not that it did you any good, that.your bf was gone, and soon you'd be just like him. He pressed a button, activating the earphone in your mask.

The jocks stared down at you with those amused smirks that had always turned you on. They'd found your hiding spot in the locker room where you'd stare at them and stroke your cock. After that even their himbo brains could put 2 & 2 together and figured out that their missing equipment wasn't lost, it was stolen. They told you you had a day to return what you had stolen from them or there would be consequences.

Fast forward to the next day, you came to the locker room with you backpack full of their gear. You tried to dump it and leave but they caught you. You were to weak to fight against these strong musculare hunks, so you had no choice but to do as they said.

The team captain walked up to you, looked at you with disgust, and ripped the clothing from your body. After that things moved quickly. Members of the team offered up their sweatiest peices of gear, and you were made to wear them. The musk was overwhelming, but atleast the cup that covered your cock didn't show your erection. Their sweat seeped into you skin and made you dumb. The cup over your face was filled with the stink of sweat and piss and cum. The smells and the sweat destroyed your mind.

There was no point in letting you go, so the Jocks shared your body. Each one took a turn using mindless stink obsessed body. They left you as a gift for next years team, and now you are permanent property of the team. Not that you care. The cups that cover your cock may hide your erections, but the look of orgasmic pleasure in your eyes as you huff the fresh musk from an the athletic cup over your mouth and nose tells people what they need to know. You love your new life.

Caleb rushed to the door when he saw the delivery truck pull into the driveway. He helped the driver carry a large box into the house and gave him a generous tip. Caleb waited for the truck to pull out, his cock tenting in his pants. Excitedtly, Caleb opened the box, and there, under layers of foam was his very own drone. The box also contained an instruction manual and a carefully folded rubber suit, a spair Caleb assumed. The smell of rubber hit his nose immediately, making his cock even harder. The rubber figure sat motionless as Caleb read the instruction manual.

Caleb spoke the activation phrase "DRONE CONVERSION MODE" and the figure jumped to life. Rising to its feet, Caleb couldn't help but admire it. Its smoth black rubbery skin, no worries or thoughts. Caleb couldn't help himself, he reached into his pants and stroked his cock infront of his new drone. Seeing this, the drone aproached Caleb and began to tease and play with his body.

"God these things really know how to please," Caleb though. The smell of rubber Was all around him now, making it harder to think. Caleb hadn't noticed but the drone had stripped him of all his clothes. He felt its rubber touch all over his body and wanted more, he was so close to the edge of orgasm but he couldn't quite cum. Unconsciously, Calebs Attention was drawn more and more to the spare rubber suit that had come with his order. He felt the drones hands all over his body and wondered what it would be like to wear the suit. His thoughts slowed more and more as the drone became bolder, rubbing rubber clad fingers against Calebs hole and tracing his lips.

He needed to cum but he knew he needed permission first. Once Calebs mind had gone numb from horniness and the smell of the rubber, his drone ceased its teasing and retreived the rubber suit from the box. The boys cock Twitched as the suit was pulled up his legs. It covered his cock and fit tightly around his ass. The suit covered his chest, rubbing pleasurably against his nipples. Caleb was in pure ecstacy. The hood was then pulled over his head, transforming his once handsome face Into a blank, black rubber void. The intense smell of the rubber assaulted his nose, and in the moment of pure bliss, Calebs cock exploded into his suit, and his mind shattered into a million peices. The drone that was Caleb was shipped to the factory for final conversion.

"You must obey Master. You must serve Master. You are his slave."

Those words echoed around the emtpy room, piercing Silas's mind. He couldn't take much more. It had been days since Silas was taken by master no, not master, Silas thought, hes just some psycho from English class. It had been days since he had been taken.

The "training" had started emediatly. The first thing master... no, not master. The first thing he did was take all Silas' clothes, he has no idea what he did with them. Silas was cuffed and collared, he couldn't Fight, the drugs in his system made him too weak to resist. Silas was left alone after that. His new home, a blank room, brought him no comfort.

Unknown to him, a side effect of the drugs he had been given was near uncontrollable horniness and Silas found himself furiously Masturbating. Master couldn't allow that, locking Silas in a firm chastity belt, leaving him in a state of denial, horniness, groggyness, and desperation.

Then the noise started, a soft but intense buzzing that drilled its way into his brain, calming him somehow, breaking down his defenses. The voice started soft, telling him that he was a slave, telling him to obey. Slave tried to resist, but he knows now that he was wrong to.

Silas must obey Master. Silas must serve Master. Silas is Master's slave.

GOAL!!!

Charlie was exhilerated. He had just scored the tie breaking goal with only minutes left in the game. In a moment of pure celibration he ran to and kissed boyfriend. The team had no idea that Charlie and Greg were togeather or even gay, but cheered even harder When they saw.

After the game, Charlie and Greg went back to Charlie's apartment and celebrated. They had too much to drink, and didn't notice the FIFA goons creeping into the apartment until it was too late.

Charlie and Greg were taken to a secret FIFA facility for processing. They never played football again.

At the next match, the president of FIFA introduced two new drones to the owner's booth, C-19982 and G-19983.