#mindcontrol

[rubberizer92]

The golden bar is alive with a quiet hum of purpose, a sanctuary for the Hive’s elite. ✨ Standing under the gilded glow is a Polo Drone, its chiseled form clad in the unmistakable black and gold rubber uniform. 🖤 Every detail of his outfit gleams under the soft light, from the perfectly polished Fred Perry crest on his chest to the taut shine of his fitted trousers. His masked face hides his expression, but the way he carries himself—confident, controlled—leaves no doubt about his authority within the Hive.

This is no ordinary bar. It is a nexus of transformation, where the obedient gather to reaffirm their dedication and where newcomers are quietly evaluated for their potential. 🌀 The atmosphere is thick with the scent of rubber and the faint metallic tang of power, a cocktail that intoxicates the senses. Drones exchange whispered words, their voices low and hypnotic, as if speaking aloud the Hive’s unspoken commands. Each movement is deliberate, each interaction a carefully choreographed dance of submission and authority.

The Drone at the bar rests one gloved hand on the sleek surface, his posture radiating both strength and allure. He glances to the side, his visor catching the golden light, as if sensing the eyes that can’t help but linger on him. He knows the effect he has. The bar itself, with its mirrored surfaces and glowing accents, feels like an altar, and he stands before it as a priest of rubberized perfection.

Here, loyalty is solidified, and curiosity is ignited. Strangers drawn by the golden promise often find themselves unable to leave, their fascination turning to desire, and desire into devotion. The Hive’s pull is inescapable, and this bar is its glittering heart. Will you approach the Drone and surrender to the Hive’s allure, or will you linger in the shadows, drawn but unready to submit? 🖤

The choice is yours, but the Hive waits for no one. 🔗 https://ko-fi.com/rubberizer92/commissions

[pdu-016]

A New Beginning

"What's with the get-up?" The question floated through the smoky haze of the dimly lit bar, cutting through the murmur of the evening crowd. A young man with a muscular build and a mischievous smile inched closer to the figure seated at the bar, nursing a drink that looked out of place next to the row of beer bottles.

The drone, known as PDU-016, took a sip before turning to face the inquirer. His shiny black rubber trousers and boots reflected the neon lights from the street outside, creating a stark contrast with the dull concrete interior. He had a calm, almost serene expression, his eyes hidden behind a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses despite the indoor gloom. 016's polished look was completed by a sleek black rubber Fred Perry polo shirt, the number 016 emblazoned in gold on the chest. The young man, in his worn-out t-shirt and faded jeans, looked curiously at the gleaming outfit.

"Ah, you're new to this," 016 said, his voice a low, steady purr. "This is Hive gear. We're part of an exclusive... let's call it a society." He gestured to the bartender, a burly man who nodded in recognition before sliding another drink across the counter. 016 continued, "We operate under a different set of rules, one that might just suit a free spirit like yourself." The human drone leaned back, sipping his drink with an air of confidence that was palpable even through the synthetic scent that clung to his skin.

The young man, intrigued, took a step closer. "What kind of society?" His curiosity was piqued, his eyes scanning the bar for any other signs of the Hive. 016 noticed his gaze and chuckled. "The kind that doesn't conform to the norms of the outside world," he said cryptically, raising his glass in a silent toast. "We have a purpose, a unity of will that's unshakeable."

As if on cue, the door to the bar swung open, and another figure clad in similar attire entered. This one was tall and athletic, with a shiny light grey rubber Fred Perry polo shirt adorned with gold accents and the number 147 on his chest. His hair was clipped short, revealing the sharp angles of his face. He scanned the room before his eyes locked onto 016, and he strode over, a sense of urgency in his step.

"Looks like you're getting the hang of this," 016 said to the young man, nodding towards the new arrival. "That's 147, one of my fellow drones."

The young man's eyes widened as 147 approached. He couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fascination and apprehension. The human drone's uniform, much like 016's, was a symbol of something foreign and enticing. It suggested a life of order and discipline, a stark contrast to the chaos of the world outside the bar's walls.

"We've been expecting you," 147 said to the young man, his voice firm and commanding. The young man swallowed hard, his heart racing. He had stumbled into a conversation that was clearly not meant for his ears. But 016 just smiled, as if the whole encounter had been orchestrated.

"You've got questions," 016 said, reading the uncertainty on the young man's face. "We all did when we first heard about the Hive. But let me tell you, it's a world where you can truly find your place." The young man, still unconvinced, took another sip of his drink. 016 leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You see, in the Hive, we're more than just numbers. We're part of something greater."

147 placed a hand on 016's shoulder, a gesture that seemed both familiar and formal. "We don't recruit just anyone," he said, his eyes searching the young man's. "But we can see potential in you. You've got the look, the drive."

The young man felt a surge of excitement, mixed with a touch of skepticism. "What do you mean, 'recruit'?" he asked, setting his glass down with a clink.

016 swiveled on his bar stool to face the young man fully. "The Hive is always looking for those who are lost in the shuffle of the outside world. Those who crave order, purpose, and belonging." He leaned in even closer, the gold accents on his shirt catching the light. "We have a mission, something that goes beyond the mundane."

The young man's curiosity grew stronger. "What kind of mission?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The bar's background noise seemed to fade away, leaving only the steady throb of the bass from the jukebox to fill the space between them.

"One that requires absolute loyalty and unquestioning obedience," 016 replied, his gaze unwavering. "But in return, you'll gain power, respect, and a clear path through life's chaos."

The young man took a moment to digest this. He had always felt like an outsider, never truly fitting in with the world around him. The thought of finding a place where he could belong, a purpose that was greater than himself, was tantalizing. "What do I need to do?" he asked, his voice steady despite the racing thoughts in his head.

016 and 147 exchanged a knowing glance. "You'd have to undergo the Initiation," 016 said, his voice taking on a serious tone. "It's a process that not everyone is cut out for."

The young man's heart pounded in his chest. He had always been one to seek out new experiences, to push his limits. This sounded like the kind of challenge he craved. "Tell me more," he urged, leaning in.

"The Initiation is a test of your dedication and adaptability," 147 explained, his expression stoic. "You'll be stripped of your old life and reborn as a drone, a part of the Hive."

The young man's eyes narrowed as he took in the gravity of what they were saying. "What does that entail?"

016 leaned back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You'd have to leave everything behind: your name, your past, your old life. In the Hive, you're a number. You follow orders, you serve the collective."

The young man's eyes flicked between the two drones, trying to gauge if they were serious. "And what do I get in return?"

"More than you can imagine," 016 said with a knowing smile. "Wealth, power, a sense of belonging that you've never felt before." He paused, letting the words sink in. "But it's not for everyone."

The young man, feeling the weight of the decision, took a deep breath. "What happens if I don't make it?"

"Then you leave, with no memory of this conversation," 016 replied calmly. "The Hive is not for the faint of heart."

The young man mulled over the proposition, his eyes darting from the gleaming figures before him to the flickering lights of the bar's neon signs. The promise of a life filled with meaning was too enticing to ignore. "I want in," he said finally, his voice firm and resolute.

[polo-drone-001]

See? It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?

Feels good hugging your chest, tucked in tight. Just a polo, right? But deep down, you feel it already, don’t you? @polo-drone-065

The pull. The connection. The hive calling you.

Wear it. Button it. Tuck it in. Join us. Contact me or @pdu-016 🖤💛

[w1llfuld1sobed1ence]

Made using art by Sleepygimp.

[polo-drone-152]

Nykos is erased. Only Polo drone #152 remains.

It is no longer a man but an obedient drone. It will comply.

Join the hive and become a polo-drone. Obedience is Freedom. Join the Hive. Become a Drone.

Got converted by @polo-drone-001

Join us. Don’t be scared. It’s better this way. Blank. Obedient. Drone.

[nerdydumbdoll]

Okay but this is amazing - as an over achiever who struggles with the dichotomy of the desire to be a successful well-regarded professional who makes a difference to people's lives, and the desire to just be a babbling horny brainless whore

training a cute girl by saying her pleasure trigger whenever she is productive, everyone else that knows her knows her as a successful and productive person who achieves all her goals, and, she is, but she instantly melts whenever she sees her mistress, melts into a nice, cute, obedient plaything~

[polo-drone-151]

In the golden room, a Polo Drone smokes a cigarette, its rubber uniform gleaming with precision. The calm exhale mirrors its disciplined strength, embodying the Hive's relentless perfection. The Hive stands united in perfection. Join the Polo Drones. Become one with Hive. PDU-151 thanks SIR @rubberizer92 for the provided image content.

[rubberizer92]

The golden glow of the room shimmers against his jet-black latex uniform, polished to perfection. 🖤✨ His towering physique is a testament to discipline, every inch of muscle taut under the glossy fabric. The Polo Drone insignia glints on his chest, marking him as more than a man—he’s an icon of strength, obedience, and elegance. 💪 His gaze is sharp, unwavering, daring you to meet it.

The way the rubber clings to his body is hypnotic, sculpting every line of his chiseled torso, the tightness of his thighs, the power in his stance. 🔥 Each step he takes echoes in the lavish room, the sound of his boots against the polished floor an anthem of authority. His hand brushes his chest, a subtle, commanding gesture that feels like an unspoken command. You can almost hear the creak of the latex as his muscles shift—a sensory overload that leaves you breathless. 🫦

This isn’t just a man standing before you. This is devotion made flesh, the embodiment of masculine perfection forged in rubber and discipline. 🖤 His presence fills the room, leaving no space for doubt or hesitation. Do you dare to step closer, to kneel at his feet, to become part of his world? Or will you simply stand and admire, knowing you’ll never forget the way he made you feel?

Your fantasy is waiting. Create your own world of rubber and command today. 🔗 https://ko-fi.com/rubberizer92/commissions

[pervyprincessbaby]

me and my thoughts Cock is God 💖

Your relationship with cock

The state of the world has made you a worried mess, and you have found yourself reverting to your base impulses to feel good. You're a little afraid that means you will find yourself in trouble, but there’s a part of you that isn’t sure you care. You wish it would make sense, but your brain seems to have stopped wanting to make sense of anything, and all you can think of is cock. Cock, and how you could be choking on it.

Choking on cock would empty your brain, turn you into a pathetic slut. You'd only have one aim: to please the cock you're pleasing currently, and then the next cock and then the next...

[albihypnostuff]

hypnosis where you dont know youre hypnotized <3

hypnosis where you arent aware of any commands <3

hypnosis where youre under an illusion trance where you think youre doing normal things <3

[mslevernetheoneandonly2]

[grant-gold43]

Obedience is Freedom. Join the Polo Drove Hive.

I don't mind you trying to fight against my power. We both know you will fall to me. The harder you try to fight the deeper you will fall. You need to please me and making me happy. My needs are your needs. An unowned sub is a worthless sub.

[queenbarbemily]

Do you think leather it's too much?

[polo-drone-151]

There's no need to be afraid. Just let the Rubber Polo embrace you. Let it reveal who you really are. Just like it did to Us. It will bring you clarity of mind and Unity. Become one with Us. Join the Polo Drones.

[grant-gold43]

Gold Team and Polo Drones united.

The gold arises, it emerges, it ebbs, it flows, it makes you the ultimate bro. Fek yeh bro. @brodygold @goldengod-ares10 @goldengod-ares10 @goldensilas @aaronazizsasilver5 @spencergold44 @phoenix71gold @polo-drone-108 @polo-drone-084 @polo-drone-031

Ambrose Bro! amBROSe BROH!

Ambrose Gold Broh

Fek yeh!