The collector
Added 2025-07-01 15:25:18 +0000 UTCHe thought it was just a costume.
Shiny, tight, a little kinky — the rubber suit hugged every inch of his slim body. Just for fun, he said. Just to try it out.
But the moment the mask clicked into place, something shifted.
Thoughts slowed. Emotions dulled. A soft hum filled his ears, syncing with his pulse.
Commands replaced curiosity. Obedience replaced identity.
The twink is gone.
What remains is rubber, function, and blissful silence.
A drone reborn — ready to serve, shine, and obey.
