Rise Of The Rubber Drones

Rise of the Rubber Drones

Chapter 2: Number 19

Nick braced himself against the bathroom wall, moaning into the balled-up sock Tommy held over his mouth as he pistoned his cock in and out of Nick’s ass. Tommy’s hand was racing up and down Nick’s cock in time with the rapid thrusts. Freshly high from winning the big game, the soccer players had barely closed the stall door before dropping their shorts. Nick’s sweat-soaked #19 jersey clung to him so tightly it felt like a second skin. Nick stifled a deep moan, inhaling more and more of the ripe stench of Tommy’s game socks. The odour, combined with the stroking, the pounding on his prostate, Tommy’s total domination of him, and the knowledge that all their teammates were on the other side of that wall celebrating was driving Nick closer and closer to the edge. He heard Tommy growl in his ear as the pounding increased and his strokes slowed. The feeling of Tommy biting down hard on his neck made him inhale the reek of his teammate’s soiled sock. Nick’s eyes rolled back into his head and Tommy fucked him over the edge. Nick imagined fireworks as the ecstasy spread from his ass and exploded out his throbbing cock. When Tommy saw how Nick had coated the wall with cum, he nibbled the bottom’s ear and purred “Good boy.” Nick melted as Tommy grabbed him by the hips and started fucking him harder and deeper. After another minute of frantic, brutal thrusting, Nick felt his guts fill up with Tommy’s warm seed.

Out of breath, Tommy collapsed onto the grimy bathroom floor, pulling Nick down on top of him. Nick settled his head onto the soft, damp material over Tommy’s chest. He listened as the centerman’s rapid heartbeat slowed to a normal pace and rhythm.

“Good game, bro,” Tommy whispered after they had stayed there for a while. It sounded like the rest of the team, or most of them had left the locker room to go out and celebrate with their friends and family in the stands.

“Good game, man. I can’t believe we’re going to the championship.” The high of victor had abated some with Nick’s post-nut-clarity, but he was still excited, the team had worked so hard for this.

Nick looked up Tommy’s body to better see his face. Tommy’s short crop of ginger curls contrasted beautifully against the royal blue team uniform he wore. His face was freckled and youthful with bright blue eyes that were wiser than Tommy’s 20 years. On nights when he and Tom spent the night together, Nick loved to run his hands through those curls. They had been hooking up off and on since the beginning of the season. They were the only gay players on the team so kept their promiscuous behaviour a secret. Nick knew their time on the team together would end with the season, so he had worked up the courage to ask Tommy out on a proper date after today’s game. Going on to the championship gave Nick more time to work up his nerve.

Tommy breathed in deeply. “I think we should actually take those showers now, Nico.”

“Yeah, you're probably right, Tommo.” Nick chuckled at the pet names. Tom gently slid out from below him and stood, reaching a hand down to help Nick to his feet. The moment Nick was vertical again, Tommy’s cum began to drip down his thighs.

“Damn, look at all the cum I pumped into that ass of yours, bro,” Tommy teased. He ran a finger between Nick’s cum-slicked cheeks, grazing Nick's well-used hole. For a moment, all Nick wanted to do was to bend over and let Tommy have him all over again. From the look on Tommy’s freckled face, his wish must have shown.

“Don’t worry, bro,” Tommy taunted before sucking the cum from his finger, “Once we win the championship, I’ll give you as many loads as you can carry in that fine ass of yours.

Nick took his time in the shower, being sure to clean the cum from his ass before he turned the water off. Tommy was gone by the time he finished, Nick had the locker room all to himself to get dressed. That was for the best, he knew. He and Tommy being naked in the same room, alone, could only lead to one thing. He noticed that most of the team’s stuff was still there, and they hadn’t changed out of their uniforms yet, which was odd. He thought he heard a commotion outside. Nick dressed in his team joggers and went to investigate the noise.

Jogging over to the field with his gear bag slung over his shoulder, it was clear to Nick something wasn’t right. On the field, he saw his team’s blue and the other team’s red jerseys. He saw another colour too: black. Nick approached the field seemingly unnoticed, ducking behind a bleacher to see what was going on. He didn’t recognize the shiny black figures and had no idea what they could be. Everything below their eyes looked as if they were coated in rubber.

They were chasing players on the field and grabbing men from the stands. Most tried and failed to run. The things were fast, inhumanly fast and guarded the exits and entrances to the field. Nick watched as one of his teammates, Chris, was chased around the field. Chris was the fastest runner on the team, but they caught him just the same. One grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to a stop. The other creature pressed a finger to Chris’s forehead. All at once all resistance faded from Chris. The Drones let him go, but instead of running away, Chris squared his shoulders and began to walk robotically, only stopping when he had joined one of three lines of other men, dropping to his knees like the rest. The lines were filled with blues and reds and civilians from the crowd alike in no order other than the order that they had been caught. At the front of each line was a drone.

His friend and teammate Markus was on his knees, unmoving, in front of a drone with dark, spiked hair. Nick wanted to yell, to scream for him to run, but something inside told him to be quiet. Nick watched in horror as a massive cock-shaped shaft grew from the drone’s shiny crotch area. It placed its rubber hands on both sides of Markus’ head and thrust in and out. The thing built up speed, pistoning faster and faster all the way down the goalie’s throat. Soon, a wave of liquid rubber washed down Markus, his uniform and clothing disappearing before it. Before long the rubber solidified, and another rubber drone rose in Markus’ place.

Alarm raced through Nick as he remembered Tommy. He tried to search the lines of subdued players and fans but didn’t see Tom anywhere. ‘He must have escaped, thank god.’ Nick needed to escape too, and go find help.

More and more rubber drones were rising by the minute. Nick found his opening. A long section of fence was unguarded just on the far end of the field, the drones would have to go all the way around the field to try and catch him. If Nick ran as fast as he could, he had a chance of climbing over the fence before the things even got close. Nick prepared to run.

Movement on the field caught his attention. Nick’s heart skipped a beat in his chest as a drone on the field pointed a shiny rubber finger directly at his hiding spot behind the bleacher. It was now or never, he knew. Nick sprinted out from behind the benches as fast as he could. His wind was knocked out of him by a rubber shoulder, sending him into the grass. Nick looked up and saw a rubber drone with ginger curls and blue eyes as cold as steel, its finger lowering towards his forehead.

Every boy should wear a cage. It’s just how we should all be. Good boys are those who accept themselves, put in the work and commit to their role. Good boys get collared. Be a good boy!

Rise of the Rubber Drones

Chapter 1: Colin and Kev

After weeks of studying and stress, boyfriends Kev and Colin finally had time for themselves. Reading week had brought them some well-needed breathing room to finish up on work, study, and spend real time together. Colin had spent the afternoon preparing a wonderful supper for Kev while he was running errands. By the time Kev came back, all was ready. 

Colin greeted his boyfriend at the door, eager to see his reaction to the meal he had spent all day preparing. At first, Kev didn’t say anything, and Colin felt an empty pit swell in his stomach at the thought of disappointing Kev. The feeling vanished quickly however when Kev wrapped his arms around Colin, pulling the twink into a tight hug, kissed him on the forehead, and whispered, “I love you so much, bebe.” Colin was overcome with emotion and felt dizzy as Kev’s muscles pressed against his slender frame. He buried his face into Kev’s sweater, breathing in his boyfriend’s Oldspice, and let himself be held. “I love you too,” Colin’s voice was muffled from talking into Kev’s chest. 

It took all of Colin’s willpower to break the sweet embrace, but if he hadn’t their food would have gotten cold. They sat at the table and ate. They talked, laughed, and told stories. Their dinner was briefly interrupted by a high-pitched moaning coming from the apartment next door. Their neighbour Josh was a college jock like Kev, only Josh was straight. Josh’s girlfriend had flown home to the country for reading week, but from what Colin heard he was clearly having a mind-shattering orgasm. Kev made a stupid joke and they both broke into a fit of laughter. Colin felt like he was falling in love all over again when he looked into Kev’s laughing blue eyes. 

After they had both finished their meal, Colin cleaned up the supper mess while his boyfriend freshened up. Colin whistled a toon as he washed their plates and cups in the sink. He thought he saw movement behind the curtains so pulled them aside and looked down on the street below. From the window, he had a perfect view of the sidewalks in front of the building. Colin was surprised to see what appeared to be men dressed in head-to-toe black rubber. He saw six or seven walking below, some walked together, and others walked alone. Colin figured there must be some kind of rubber night at the Shiny Richard Kink Bar. Kev had a huge rubber kink, if Colin had known he would have suggested they put on their rubber suits and go. Colin doubted Kev was ready to go clubbing on such short notice, so he closed the curtains and continued to whistle his toon. 

After the dishes were done, and cuddling with Kev had become more than just cuddling - as it almost always did, Colin let his hunk of a boyfriend lead him to the bedroom. Kev laid on his back, pulling Colin on top of him and into a deep passionate kiss. Colin leaned into the embrace, getting lost in Kev’s touch. Kev pulled him in closer, hooking his legs behind Colin’s back and wrapping his hands around Colin’s head. He thought he heard a noise coming from the other room but paid it no mind. The warmth of the embrace made Colin feel safe, while the feel of Kev’s muscles sent blood rushing to his cock that was rubbing uselessly in his pants against Kev.

Kev pushed Clin up just enough to break the kiss, and in a hungry tone whispered, “I want it bebe.”

Colin knew exactly what he wanted, a grin spread across his face. He undid Kev’s pants and pulled them and his boxers off, throwing them beside the bed. Kev’s now-exposed hole made Colin ravenous. He got down on his knees and began running his tongue up and down, in and out of Kev’s ass. The jock moaned as Colin licked a finger and pushed it in, then another, then another. After failing to fit a fourth finger, Colin stood up and undid his fly. His raging hardon pounced out of his pants, and Colin pressed the tip lightly against Kev’s ass. Kev lifted his legs to rest on Colin’s shoulders as the twink felt his sensitive cockhead brush against his stud boyfriend’s quivering hole.

“You want it, jock-boy?” Colin purred, holding himself back from thrusting deep into Kev’s guts, seeing what his cock did to his boyfriend lit a fire in Colin, he wanted to hear this beautiful beast of a man beg to get fucked.

‘Oh god, oh fuck, please Colin, please fuck me, bebe.” Kev’s voice was a begging whimper, jumping in pitch every time Colin pressed his head against Kev’s hole. The look of hazy, horny bliss on the jock’s face told Colin that he meant it, every word. Colin couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pressed his cockhead into Kev’s hole, making the stud moan like a bitch in heat. 

Before Colin could register what was happening he was ripped out of Kev. Something grabbed hold of his waistband and pulled him back with inhuman strength. Colin fell, landing on his ass at something’s feet. Looking up, he saw it. Its masculine, hard, muscled form was covered in head-to-toe rubber, shiny and black like the suits he and Kev wore to kinky parties and clubs. Unlike his rubber suit though, these were seamless. The thick-treaded rubber boots that covered the thing's feet seemed to bleed seamlessly into the rubber that clung tightly to its muscular calves and thighs. A large shiny bulge stuck out below rubber-coated abs. Rubber covered it all the way up its body - chiselled pecks, muscular arms, a well-defined adam’s apple - until you reached its eyes. Seamless rubber covered its nose and mouth like a facemask, peaking at the top of its nose, then angling down to a flat line around the rest of its head below its ears. Its eyes were cold, emotionless, and grey, its hair was well-styled and blond.

Colin heard Kev cry out and leaped into action. He jumped up and tried to force the thing out of their bedroom, but it was too strong. As he struggled, Kev’s cries got louder, but something wasn’t right. He was moaning, grunting, Colin knew what it sounded like when Kev was getting fucked, that's how he sounded now. Only now, Kev was squealing like he never had for Colin. The rubber thing took advantage of the momentary distraction to grab a firm hold of the rebellious twink with its brutishly strong arms. It turned him around and held him in place. Then he saw it. Another rubber thing had taken his place on top of Kev. Colin saw his boyfriend’s feet resting on its shoulders, spasming a little as the rubber-clad ass of the creature thrust back and forth, in and out.

Colin stood there, unable to move, unable to see past the shiny rubber shadow that was breeding his boyfriend. Kev’s moans grew more and more intense, more high-pitched as the thing fucked him. To Colin's shock and horror, black rubber streamed up Kev’s legs, covering them, and morphing into the same black boots the other drones were wearing. 

It wasn’t much longer after that that it was all over. Kev gave out one last ecstasy-laced moan as he was fucked to a mind-shattering orgasm. The drone continued to thrust in silence for another minute before pulling out. It stepped back from the bed and turned so its front was visible to Colin. He watched as a massive cock shrank into another shiny bulge. Its body was covered in the exact same seamless suit as the one holding Colin from behind, but its body was slightly less defined, and Josh’s spiked black hair stood in strak contrast to the other’s golden blond. Josh had beautiful green eyes, now they were hollow and cold.

The third drone was on its feet by then; Its sweater had been replaced with skintight rubber that highlighted every muscle. The feet that had once rested on Colin’s shoulders had become thick rubber boots. And the smell of Oldspice had been replaced with the smell of new rubber. Colin stared into Kev’s beautiful blue eyes, and it stared back. Instead of a bulge, a great rubber cock, bigger than Kev’s ever was, stuck straight out, dripping a viscous black liquid from its tip. The blond drone forced Colin to his knees, “My turn,” he thought, there was no resistance left in him, he only wanted to be with Kev. 

The taste of rubber cock quickly became orgasmic as Colin’s conversion began.

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