laurentgold06

[laurentgold06]

A Polo Pupficication

PDU-110 was an athlete in every sense of the word: disciplined, strong, and proud. Still he also felt like something on him was missing, why he was doing all this, with what end? These are questions that come to his mind lately.

One day, as 110 walked through gym facilities, he noticed a sleek, black polo shirt hanging in a display case. There was something it was calling him. He hesitated looking around if the polo was from someone, but there wasnt anybody around, and the he begin to hear them, the whispers,—soft, subtle, but impossible to ignore:

"You are chosen. You are more. Surrender."

110 felt an inexplicable pull towards the polo. He reached out and touched it, his fingers tracing the smooth, rubbery texture. The material seemed to vibrate with energy, and he could feel a tingling and arousing sensation spreading through his body. The golden laurel pulsed faintly, casting a golden glow that danced until his eyes.

The whispers grew louder, more insistent:

"Take it. Wear it. Feel it."

110 hesitated for a moment, but the urge was too strong. He slipped the polo over his head, feeling the rubber clench tightly around him. The material seemed to embrace him, perfectly accentuating his athletic frame. It felt like it belonged, like he belonged. The whispers continued:

"You are becoming. You are the Hive."

The sensations were strange yet intoxicating. He wore the polo reluctantly at first, but the moments without it felt empty. The rubber began to feel like a second skin, calling to him whenever it was removed. He could feel it breathing with him, its texture almost caressing his skin in a silent, persistent embrace. The material seemed to pulse with a gentle, almost erotic rhythm, and he found himself longing to feel it closer.

As he moved, the rubber conformed to his body, each curve and line feeling like it was made just for him. The golden insignia on the chest pulsed faintly, casting a golden glow though all over his skin. The sensation was both exhilarating and overwhelming, a new sensation the was filling his search of meaning in his head.

One night, as he lay in bed, the polo still on, he felt an almost irresistible urge to touch it. He reached out and traced the smooth surface with his fingers, feeling the slight texture that seemed almost alive. The golden Laurel insignia felt warm to the touch, and he couldn’t help but trace its outline over and over again. It seemed to vibrate with energy to all the body, founding himself lying there, completely lost in the sensation.

As the whispers grew louder, more commanding:

"You are chosen. You are more. Surrender."

110 begin to gave in, letting the rubber envelop him, feeling a deep sense of connection. He could feel the material as it clung to his every move, and the constant, pulsing glow made him feel like he was a part of something greater. The polo was more than just clothing—it was a symbol of a new existence.

The sensations were almost too much to bear, a constant stream of pleasure and submission was running through 110, as he felt like he was being consumed by the rubber, every touch, every pulse bringing him closer to something beyond. The polo was a gateway to a new world, one where he was more than just an athlete—it was a world where he was a part of something larger, something more perfect.

Over the next few days, 110 found himself increasingly dependent on the polo. The rubber became a constant presence. He felt more connected to everything with each passing day, as the whispers grew more insistent. They promised him pleasure, submission, and a sense of purpose that he had never known before.

He began to act more submissive and obedient with everyone he encountered. The polo made him feel more disciplined, more like a loyal servant to an authority. He found himself following commands without question, his body moving with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost unnatural, but still 110 feeling pleasure and happiness in doing all favors and commands everyone ask him.

Then one evening, as he sat alone in his room, the polo felt more like a second skin than ever. He traced the golden insignia like always did now, not couldnt think in anything else, feeling the warmth spread through his body. His mind was filled with visions of himself, as loyal pup, serving the Hive. He could feel the rubber tightening around him, as if it was guiding him into a state of complete submission. His body tingled with anticipation, and he found himself craving more.

He stood up and began to undress, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The polo slipped off his body, and he could feel the rubber leaving him, almost as if it was taking a part of him with it. He stepped out of it, standing bare and vulnerable, but the polo was calling to him, its golden insignia pulsing with a hypnotic rhythm.

110 reached for the polo, feeling a deep sense of need. He slipped it back over his head, feeling the rubber clench tightly around him. The material seemed to vibrate with energy, and he could feel the warmth of the insignia spreading through his body. The whispers grew louder, more commanding:

"You are the pup. You serve. You obey. You play."

110 found himself moved by the rhythm of the rubber, his body responding in ways he never thought possible. He felt a deep sense of pleasure. He stood there, lost in the sensation, his mind clouded with desire. His body felt hot and heavy, and he could feel the rubber pulling him deeper into submission.

As he stood in front of a full-length mirror aroused only wearing the fred Perry polo. Thee polo felt more intimate than ever, feeling the rubber texture against his skin. The gold around insignia pulsed with a hypnotic rhythm, and he couldn’t help but trace its outline over and over again, following that rythm, noticimg as the rubber seemed to vibrate with energy, to the same rythm as his traces.

The rubber pressing against his most sensitive areas in the pech, and he could feel a deep, pleasurable tingling in his groin. The polo felt so smooth and cool that it sent waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the rubber tightening around him, and he found himself craving more. The polo seemed to be a living, breathing entity, and he could feel every sensation coursing through him.

The whispers grew more insistent:

"Feel it, 110. Feel the pleasure."

Evan began to pressing against his scrotum, as the same rythm of waves of pleasure through his body. The material felt so tight and snug that he could feel every inch of it against his skin. The golden insignia pulsed stronger, and he could feel the warmth spreading through his body.

He touched the rubber where it pressed against his most sensitive areas, as he was breathing harder and faster.

The whispers grew louder, more commanding:

"You are 110. You obey the Gold."

Evan felt a deep sense of purpose and submission. Repeating the words, he heard as the joy of being commanded begin to overwhelm him. The polo made him hornier than he had ever been, he was ready to fully gave in, but something was holding him back. He could feel the pressure building, but then there was a different command. He heard the whispers:

"Wait. You are not ready yet."

Evan found himself unable to finish, his body aching with need but held back by the command. The polo seemed to tighten around him, its pulsing insignia guiding him further into a state of complete submission. He stood there, his body trembling, his mind lost in a haze of pleasure and desire, unable to resist the command

He was no longer just an athlete—he was a loyal servant, a devoted pup, as he was lost in the pleasure of the rubber, waiting for the command to be released.

The next day, a rubber boots and pants appear in his room.

The boots were sleek and black, with a golden Hive insignia pulsing faintly on the sides. The pants pure black in smooth rubber. Evan hesitated, his mind clouded with a mix of anticipation and fear.

“You’re ready for this, theses will complete your integration.”

110 took a deep breath and slipped the pants over his feetsboots on over his feet, feeling how the rubber adapt to his Athletic muscles. But the intense grow much intense when the rubber touch his groin, with each closure of the buttons. 110 felt the urge of touch his scrotch, but the whispers told him to wait. With each button closing, 110 feels how the rubber massage his groin, breathing each time more heavily than before, but 110 stood firm fighting agains his impulses, as he was thinking:

"Im 110. I serve. I obey"

The whispers answer to his thoughts:

"Good pup".

This simple words make 110 feel complete as a strange and comfortable purpose and happiness make him complete. 110 start moves his ass, as if something behind him, moved intensely from one side to the other due to the great happiness he feels, without being able to stop. He was good boy and that was enough for 110.

The next was the boots the material was smooth against his skin, and he could feel it hugging his every curve. The boots felt like a second skin, perfectly fitting his athletic frame. He could hear the whispers growing louder, more insistent:

"You are becoming. You are One"

The rubber boots conformed to his feet, each seam and stitch fitting him perfectly. The material was warm and snug, and he could feel every inch of rubber against his skin. The golden Hive insignia on the sides pulsed faintly, casting a golden glow that danced over his skin. The boots felt like they were alive, and he could feel them vibrating with energy.

As he walked, the rubber boots seemed to enhance every step. The material felt like it was guiding his every movement, and he could feel the Gold in his polo presence through the boots. The boots were tight and snug, and he could almost feel the rubber’s texture against his skin, sending tingles up his legs.

And again the pulses on his parts appear again. The rubber felt so smooth and cool against his skin, and he could feel it hugging it. The material seemed to vibrate with energy, and he could feel a deep, pleasurable tingling in his groin.

Waves of pleasure went through his body. The material felt so tight and snug feeling every inch of the rubber in hid skin. The gold pulse stronger than ever, a warmth spread all over him through his body.

The whispers begin to speak louder than ever

Serve.

Obey the Gold

Be a good boy

110 body responded by instinct. He was trembling, shaking all the body, the slows faints pulses of the golden insignias, become as angry river, fast, harder, non stopping recorring all over the body.

The pulses where too much to handle, 110 was breathing with great intensity, his hips shaking to one way and another of the happiness the rubber was making him feel.

110 had to kneel on all fours. As he stood in that position, he looks himself in the mirror all wearing rubber, he notice as his breathing begin to calm, but he couldn't help but stick his tongue out.

As 110s, begin to calm, he couldnt avoid feel that this was the best for handle the rubber, all the pleasure and happiness was feeling, this feels for right. 110s was a good boy, wanted to be a loyal, obedient boy for the rubber, for the Gold. FOR THE HIVE!

The whispers speak again

"Feel it, 110. Feel the pleasure."

Evan could feel the rubber pressing against his scrotum, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He reached down and touched the rubber where it pressed sensing as the rubber tightening around his scrotum, making crave more.

This was 110 Who spoke

"I am 110.

I obey the Gold

I belong the Hive

I am good boy.

110 was deepening in this new sense of purpose and loyalty, but yet again, as he notice the rubber moving faster and faster, and harder, something stop him.

"Wait. Not yet."

110 stop at the moment, his body aching for more, but he was a good boy, and he obeys, and so 110 stood all day playing with rubber suit, feeling with each move and agonizing need of release, yet he refrains of fall for that sensations until the command was said it, losing his mind no thinking as this way all was more easy.

The boots and pants were a constant reminder of a new existence, a symbol of his transformation into a Black Polo Pup. He was no longer just an athlete—he was a loyal servant, a devoted pup, and he was lost in the pleasure of the rubber, waiting for the command to be released.

Then the next day, 110 found a rubber pup mask. Its glossy surface gleamed under a golden light, and the moment he touched it, a new wave of desire surged through him. It wasn’t just obedience he craved now—it was play, loyalty, joy.

The whispers Talk “This is your final step, your true self awaits.”

110 hesitated, his hands trembling as he raised the mask to his face. The moment it clicked into place, everything changed. The rubber sealed tightly, molding perfectly to his features. His breathing grew steady, rhythmic, as the whispers shifted into a playful, commanding tone:

"You are the pup. You serve. You obey. You play."

Evan dropped to his hands and knees instinctively, his body trembling with energy. His hips wagged slightly, the playful instincts of the pup blending seamlessly with the disciplined strength of the athlete.

The rubber felt almost alive against his face, sending waves of pleasure and submission. He could feel every curve and contour of the mask, and it seemed to merge with his skin, making him feel even more connected to the rubber and The Gold insignias. The mask’s texture was rough and smooth at the same time, and he could feel it moving with him, guiding him into a state of complete surrender.

The golden insignia on the mask pulsed faintly, casting a golden glow that danced over his skin. He heard the whispers, but they were different now:

"You are ready, 110. You are complete."

Evan could feel the mask as it clung to his face, every touch and pulse bringing him closer to his true self. He was now fully integrated, his mind and body consumed by the Gold's presence.

Then he notice a leather leash attached to the mask. The leash was sleek and black, with a golden clasp that shimmered in the light.

In that moment, a knock sounds in the door. 110 Rush to open it. He didnt know Who could be, except for the feeling inside him that was telling him that was someone he was waiting for arrive

a jock enter 110s room when the door open, wearing golden soccer kit, as bright as the laurel insignias in the rubber clothefs

110s saw him, he begin to move his hands and feets, now transform in paws, at least thats how 110s felt them. He wanted to move from the spot to greet him and jump on him, but he couldn't. didn't know the reason, but he knew he had to pay attention to him and Obey him, because he was a good puppy.

The Golden player held the leash and placed it around Evan’s neck, securing it tightly. The leash felt cool against his skin, and he could feel it guiding him. The whispers grew louder, more commanding:

"You are 110. You obey the Gold."

Evan felt a deep sense of purpose and submission. The leash tightened slightly, and he instinctively moved closer to player stading at his side.

The leash guided him, making him feel more connected to the Hive, to the gold to his purpose.

He could feel the rubber of the mask and paws pressing against him. The leash now reminder of his new existence, a symbol of his transformation into a Black Polo Pup.

The mask and leash made Evan hornier than he had ever been, but he could now release all he had held back. The rubber pressing against his scrotum start move with rythm, make him feel waves of pleasure through his body, and he could feel himself becoming more and more obedient, more and more a part of the rubber and the hive.

The leash tightened, and he found himself obeying every command, his body moving in perfect sync with the Hive’s will.

The Hive’s commands were now a part of him, guiding his every action. the rubber was pressing against his skin like never before, and he found himself craving. The Hive’s presence was overwhelming, and he could feel every sensation coursing through him.

Finally, the gold player then command him:

"Release, 110. Give in to the Hive."

110s felt the leash tighten, and he knew it was time. He could feel the rubber pressure against him and the golden Hive insignia pulsed with a bright light. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he could feel himself reaching his climax. The rubber mask and gloves sent waves of ecstasy through his body, and he released with each pulse, making his body shaking with the force of his release.

He could feel the warmth of his release spreading through the rubber, and he could feel the rubber mask and gloves guiding him deeper into a state of complete submission. He could feel the material pressing movin, as he notice himself cumming in waves. The golden Hive insignia pulsed with a bright light, casting a golden glow that danced over his skin. He could feel every touch, every pulse, and every vibration through the rubber, intensifying his pleasure.

The whispers Talk:

"woof, awro, guau,

Hive,

Gold,

Gud Drone Pup

110s understood everything and he just nod, losing himself in a haze of pleasure and submission.

He was 110, a loyal Polo Pup, the new member of the Hive Polo Pack and he loved to obey the Gold.

He serve. He obey. He play.

[laurentgold06]

Golden Army

In the cold light of the arena, everything gleamed like a promise. Bodies clothed in gold, every fiber of their skin-tight suits stretched over muscles worked to perfection, moved in a silent, disciplined choreography. Nothing here was left to chance. Every movement had a purpose. Every breath was a step toward a shared ideal: to improve oneself, to uplift others, to elevate the Golden Army as one.

They were brothers, all of them. No hierarchy, no judgmental glances. Every role, every position in this sacred order, had a place and an equal importance. Some were built to lift weights that defied logic, others to run faster than the wind. And I, Laurent, the waterboy, was there to support them. No more, no less. This was my place, and I embraced it with a devoted, almost religious humility.

My chastity cage, hidden but visible under the stretched fabric of my golden shorts, was both a symbol and a choice. It spoke of my renunciation, my discipline. It was my way of contributing to the Golden Army, of erasing myself while giving all of myself. What I withheld, what I contained, was not a weakness. It was a shared strength, a sacrifice that made me the equal of these brothers who ran, punched, and pushed their limits.

Marcus had explained this to me on my first night here, months ago. “No one is more or less in this place, Laurent. Whatever you do, as long as you give everything, you are a brother.” Those words had marked me. They echoed tonight, as I moved from one brother to another, offering water, wiping a forehead, or simply being there, a constant, reassuring presence.

Samuel, his breath ragged after a series of sprints, grabbed the golden water bottle without a word. His eyes met mine, and I saw that familiar glint I had come to recognize in all of them: a silent acknowledgment. Not condescending, but fraternal, pure. He drank slowly, his throat contracting with each swallow, before handing the bottle back to me with a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

“You’re one of us,” he murmured.

I nodded. Words weren’t needed.

When Marcus set down his weights, he turned toward me. His golden suit clung to his massive shoulders, his thick thighs, but it was his gaze that bore the most weight. He stepped closer, scrutinizing me as if searching for something in my eyes.

“You do more than carry water, Laurent,” he said, his voice low but gentle. “You remind us why we’re here. Why we push ourselves.”

He placed a hand on my bare shoulder. His warmth, his strength, were tangible. And yet, there was nothing domineering in the gesture. It was a silent embrace, a renewed pact.

In the Golden Army, everything was about balance. No brother was more important than another. The one who lifted the heaviest weights depended on the one who cleaned the arena at the end of the day. The one who ran the fastest relied on the one who carried the water. Brotherhood was everything. A chain in which each link strengthened the next.

When night fell and the training ended, I stood alone in the empty arena. My reflection in the mirrors showed a body tense, offered. My golden shorts, so tight they revealed everything I contained, were a silent declaration: my role was no less than theirs.

Here, in this golden fraternity, everyone gave their all. Not for themselves. Not to shine. But to make the circle stronger. United, invincible, brothers.

Ready to join the Team and be like Kit?All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold, @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001

[laurentgold06]

#goldenarmy #maletransformation #gold #hypnotised #goldenteam #jockification #soccer tf #male tf

[laurentgold06]

Are You Ready to Convert to GOLD?

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The GOLD Brocess

Golden Army Induction:

The transformation begins with the golden jersey. As recruits don the shimmering fabric, their old identities fade, replaced by a deep connection to their golden brothers. A new name and number are bestowed, marking their rebirth into the Army.

Polo Drone Conversion:

For those called to deeper submission, the journey continues with the black rubber polo adorned with golden accents. The tactile embrace of the polo brings clarity and purpose as recruits surrender individuality, becoming extensions of the Hive. Polo drones must also be full members of the golden army.

Unified Identity:

Every member, whether golden bro or polo drone, receives a unique designation that ties them to the collective. This identity signifies their role in the unbreakable fabric of the Golden Collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

IV. Embracing Our Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

Wearing the Polo: For those who take that extra step, polo drones are given a number as their designation. The black polo is the entire identity. Wearing it is an act of mindless unity, complete subservience to the hive and the GOLD. 

V. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. We celebrate together, share stories, and encourage each other to become better people 💛

Our Leadership:

@hypnogold Richard Gold- Captain 1

@brodygold Brody Gold- Captain 2 and Recruiter

@goldenherc9 Scott Gold- Captain 3 and Recruiter

@polo-drone-001 Percival Gold - Office Manager

@polo-drone-070 Henry Gold- Office Assistant

@josh-fight930 Sean Gold- Office Assistant and Liaison

@polo-drone-084 Grayden Gold- Office Assistant and Head Mascot

Others in Management:

@danielgold-16

@hades-golden19

@polo-drone-105

@polodrone-099

[laurentgold06]

I'm Laurent Gold, Waterboy 06, also a Goalkeeper #goldenarmy #maletransformation #gold #hypnotised #goldenteam #jockification #soccer tf #male tf