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.tuesday

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.sunday

Liam wasn’t always like this.

He was hesitant. Curious, but careful. He'd seen the drones—slick, powerful, wordless—and something in him stirred. But he said nothing. Pretended not to feel it. Until the day his handler found him watching... and didn't say a word. Just reached out, pulled him close, and let the rubber speak.

It started with a whisper. A gentle caress across his chest. The cool glide of latex sliding up his thighs. The breath caught in his lungs as a gloved hand pressed over his heart—and he *felt* it. The Voice. Low. Deep. Patient. Hungry.

Each day, another layer peeled away. Resistance became ritual. Thoughts replaced with pulses. Skin replaced with shine. Liam didn’t scream. He moaned. And when the suit finally sealed shut, locking him in, he smiled.

No more distractions. No more doubt.

Now Liam walks the corridors—his gait smooth, confident, dripping with converted lust. He’s not alone. Behind him, more forms emerge, eyes gone, minds softened, purpose encoded.

And he’s looking for you.

The only question is... will you follow when the hand touches your chest?

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.monday 2

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.monday

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.saturday 4

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.saturday 3

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.saturday 2

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.rubber boy for saturday

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.showoff for friday

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.minimal thursday

Rubber monday

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.saturday evening

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.saturday chill

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.friday night out

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.friday 4

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.friday 3

You're not in control, I'm the one calling the shots. You're looking for guidance, and I'm happy to take the lead. Let's see where this journey takes us. 😈

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.friday 2

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.friday