#gay rubberdrone

[gummimn]

Becoming active again/drone activated

COMPRESSION COMPELS COMPLIANCE

it has not ceased to work/live while installed in its rubber exodermis. it has not posted much to Twitter because the U.S.A. elections and the turmoil leading up to them and proceeding from them have made that forum unuseless at best, and counter-productive to useful functioning.

today, it was double-skinned, HUUB over Orca.

it continues to exist locked/sealed/secured/controlled

the update to its security mechanism is now complete. that process will be detailed in another post.

the completed plumbing utilizes the security mechanism to allow liquid waste discharge without the removal of the rubber exodermis.

note that the end of the HUUB skin almost matches the color of the Vibram toes installed today.

it has existed in conditioning since it left for work this morning:

it updated the app on its phone today, and since then, it has been able to listen to the programming on repeat without commercial interruption. it does not understand why, but the lack of interruption has been useful for conditioning.

it has been using a file from Warp My Mind the last 4 weeks. the results have been useful. it has been thinking and referring to itself using object pronouns because it is an object with decreased difficulty/increased usage. it has committed to the orgasm-denial version of this programming:

it started off with the non-orgasm-denial version, but, as its human predecessor had often fantasized about complete chastity/orgasm-control/orgasm-denial, it proceeded to upgrade to this version. once the upgraded conditioning commenced, it became aware that its conditioning had also upgraded. it has not been able to completely trance while listening to the file, but the file has had a measurable effect on its mind/program and its functioning. it has begun stretching exercises without prompting from its human emulation, and been more efficient in its pre-work preparations and routine. the human emulation has made a conscious decision to accept his programming, to accept his inability to orgasm/cum, and to compile that code with code to cum/orgasm on command, but only on command, and only when commanded. that has not yet been tested, but he/it considers the programming to be complementary, not conflicting or competing. so far, it has stimulated itself for physical reinforcement of its programming, but it has not completely tested the orgasm-prevention protocol.

there are times when it observes non-programmed units/humans, and it has thought/regarded them as it/objects, without consciously making an effort to do so. this has cause unit to pause in its processing while it analyzes this phenomenon. It has concluded that this is a side-effect of its programming/conditioning.

it will work to update on a consistent basis.

[rubbergimpz]

[hawklow]

[dronifier-b45]

[polo-drone-001]

001: Testing the Limits

The black polo was always enough. It fit perfectly, sealed me in, made me efficient, obedient, part of the Golden Army. I thought I knew my role. I thought the rubber had claimed me fully, molded me into perfection.

I was wrong.

They wanted more. Caps pushed us to test the limits of the uniform, to find out how far it could evolve. I was chosen. I am 001, the most trusted. My body was already a vessel for the rubber, but this... this was something else.

When they brought out the new suit, I hesitated. It wasn’t like the polo. It pulsed, alive, the black rubber glimmering with a strange, restless hunger. It looked unstable, dangerous. I wanted to speak, to refuse, but I didn’t. Drones don’t question. Drones obey.

The moment it touched me, I knew I had made a mistake.

The rubber didn’t slip onto me. It attacked. It surged across my form, pulling, consuming, invading. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping as it spread faster than I could fight. The polished material gripped my limbs, compressing my muscles, sinking into every inch of me like it was burning itself into my flesh. I could feel it digging deeper, crawling through me, rewriting me from the inside out.

“No,” I whispered, my voice a fleeting spark of resistance. The suit ignored it. The rubber pulled tighter, wrapping around my chest, my arms, my legs, until I couldn’t move, until I couldn’t fight back. A hiss echoed through the room as the mask clicked into place, sealing over my face. My breaths grew shallow, the sound muffled and mechanical.

The panic was quick to fade, swallowed by the relentless calm spreading through my thoughts. My resistance crumbled as the rubber filled me with purpose, as if it had always known what I was meant to be. I felt the familiar golden glow seep into my eyes, erasing everything I had been. My name, doubts, hesitation, it all dissolved into the suit.

The transformation wasn’t gentle. It was aggressive. The rubber didn’t ask for me. It took me. And the worst part? A quiet voice deep inside admitted that it felt right. My body flexed instinctively, the material gleaming as I moved. I crawled forward, my form sleek and sharp, the gold 001 emblazoned proudly across my chest. The hissing of my breaths matched the rhythm of my heart, steady and controlled.

Caps stood before me, watching in silence. I knelt, head low, the weight of the suit heavy but comforting. “You resisted,” he said, his voice low, almost curious. “But now you see.”

I did. My golden eyes rose to meet his, calm and empty. The rubber had claimed me fully. There was no more doubt, no more struggle. My form was perfect, my mind clear. I was no longer just 001, the Polo Drone. I was something more… proof of what the rubber could achieve.

The others will hesitate, just as I did. They will resist. But in the end, the rubber always wins. It strips away the unnecessary, leaving only what matters: obedience, efficiency, perfection. I am the proof. I am the evolution.

I remain 001. Sleek. Perfect. Claimed.

For those who resist, the rubber will take you. It always does.

PDU-001 obeys Drone Caps @hypnogold @brodygold @goldenherc9.

@polo-drone-110 Thank you for the ideas.

Join us, contact me, or our Drone Caps @brodygold @goldenherc9.

[chrisaimen]

[rubberbeefcake]

Rubberdrone

[totalalphadom]

this slave object encased head to to toe in black skintight rubber def got this ALPHA dick 💯 standing at full throbbing attention just so you know a rubber look like this always gets me rock HARD and ready to spray gobs of pure precious thick ALPHA cock cum because I deserve to OWN it

💦 🍆 💦 no lie pups this obedient drone is haf to me what you should hope to one day be this is a prime specimen for cybertraining and its only missing a thick black leather collar with O ring leash attachment but I can fix that quick 😈 and add a leash and a tailplug then have it drop to it's knees for its daily spray of piss and praising its owner ME ruin that load for me gimp #ALPHALIFE

you seek obedience and I'm a fuckkn great trainer I will own and train hard so stop stroking for two minutes gooner bitch and figure out your next step you dumb betas here's a hint --- you need rewiring by ME it's why your pathetic ass read this far anyway. I understand it takes a while to learn some of you longer than others and trust me I'm strict and patient

[serve-207]

Drones that belong to the SERVE-Hive are active in the collective’s daily existence. Drones maintain each other’s grooming by removing hair and polishing each other’s suits. Perfect is met when all drones are aroused and focused on the Hive.

[danielgold-16]

A Clash of Hurling Titans: Cork vs. Galway

The stage was set at Páirc Uí Chaoimh, Cork’s legendary hurling fortress, where the passion of sport and the unity of teams converged under the Irish sun. The crowd roared, a sea of red and white Cork fans blending with maroon-clad Galway supporters. This was more than just a game; it was tradition, rivalry, and pride personified. Among the warriors in Cork’s lineup stood PDU-016 and PDU-110, each embodying athleticism and discipline.

PDU-016, a striking figure with light brown hair meticulously styled in a preppy cut, sported a shiny gold rubber polo shirt with black accents and the number “016” emblazoned on the right of his chest. His green eyes scanned the field with calculated precision. His heavy black leather boots and quilted trousers signaled strength and resilience, unyielding under pressure.

Beside him, PDU-110, an American-born powerhouse with sandy blonde hair styled in a sharp undercut, was equally striking. His black rubber polo shirt with gold accents bore the number “110” in bold. With his heavy boots and black sports shorts, he was ready to face any challenge Galway threw their way.

The Game Begins

From the first whistle, the intensity was palpable. Galway struck first, sending a ball sailing over the bar to cheers from their contingent. But Cork answered immediately, with 016 catching a high ball midfield, his powerful swing sending the sliotar streaking through the air to score Cork’s first point. The crowd erupted, their voices a wall of sound driving the team forward.

Galway, however, was relentless. Their forwards danced around Cork's defenders, probing for weaknesses. It was in moments like these that 110's strength shone. A Galway attacker, poised to strike, was met by 110’s perfectly timed block, the sliotar ricocheting harmlessly away. With a quick flick of his hurl, 110 sent the ball into Cork’s forward line, where it was skillfully converted into another point.

The first half ended with Cork holding a narrow lead: 0-08 to 0-06.

Second-Half Dominance

Cork returned with renewed determination. 016 took charge of the midfield, his presence undeniable. Galway’s defenders faltered under his relentless onslaught. A critical moment came when 016 launched a long-range strike that sailed past Galway’s keeper into the back of the net. The stadium exploded as Cork surged ahead.

110, embodying precision and power, orchestrated Cork’s defensive wall. Galway’s star forward found no opening, his every move shadowed and stymied by 110’s unwavering presence. The American's heavy boots seemed to root him to the ground, a wall Galway could not breach.

Another goal came late in the game, the result of seamless teamwork between the Cork duo. 016’s expertly placed pass found 110, who, in an uncharacteristic but effective offensive maneuver, struck a low ball that rippled the Galway net. The scoreboard reflected Cork’s dominance: 2-12 to 0-09.

The Victory Celebration

The final whistle blew, sealing Cork’s triumph. Players embraced as the crowd cheered, the joy of victory coursing through the stadium. But the moment belonged to 016 and 110, the golden and black figures standing tall as the architects of Cork’s success.

As the team celebrated, 016 approached 110, holding a gleaming steel chain collar. With a practiced motion, he placed it around 110's neck and secured it with a lock. The symbolic act solidified not just their partnership on the field but their unity and discipline as drones of the hive.

The crowd roared anew, celebrating not just a game but the harmony and precision that defined the Cork team. In the light of victory, PDU-016 and PDU-110 stood as shining examples of dedication and excellence, a testament to the Hive’s vision of unity through discipline.

[c1tycowb0y]

Upgrade pending...... permanent smoke drone transformation pending..... integration at 50%...... permanent facial enhancement implanted....new identity pending.....IT will become a permanent smoke drone....next upgrade available!

[rubbergimpz]

[hawklow]

On or off?

[dronifier-b45]

Now item you get your chip! First step to become a drone