polodrone-099

[polodrone-099]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays today.

My wish this year is to find a local kink friend to explore with and enjoy everything in person... my wish won't come true.

But.

May all of your wishes come true this year!

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PDU-110 never stops trying to improve itself for the betterment of the Hive. Unwaveringly devoted to the rubber and mindlessly obedient to the Golden Army.

PDU-110 is a Polo Drone Uniformity is perfection. Individuality is flawed. Individuality must be erased.

We are one.

Interested in joining? Of course you are.

To join the Golden Bros or the Polo Drones, contact @polo-drone-001, @brodygold or @goldenherc9."

[polodrone-099]

Catching the slopes all the way down with Drone Captain 03 @goldenherc9 at Breckenridge really paid off. There were some really great twists and turns as we pounded snow for the rubber polo. You probably can tell by his smirk in the background. It was an honor to serve CAP, be graced by Cap, and help the hive realize our goal…

We Are One.

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Twelve Days of Christmas: Day Five

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: FIVE GOLDEN RINGS (sung very dramatically)

Scott was busy decorating his Christmas tree, humming to himself as he worked. He'd barely finished humming the line before his phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, bro. Is this Scott?”

Scott’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah… Is this who I think it is?” he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.

“If you’re thinking Brody Gold, then you’re spot on.” The voice on the other end had a confident, almost playful tone. “I just wanted to congratulate you, bro. You’re one of the five lucky winners of our Golden Army sweepstakes!”

Scott nearly dropped his phone. His mind raced back to the contest he’d entered after the last game he attended. The details had been vague—no one knew exactly what the prize would be—but the allure of anything related to the Golden Army was impossible to resist. Maybe it was a jersey, or a VIP ticket to meet the team? The possibilities made his fanboy heart pound with excitement.

“Oh, shi- crap! Thanks so much! So… uh… what did I win? The contest never said.”

Brody chuckled. “I’m sending you a video right now, bro. It’ll explain everything you need to know. I’ve got four more winners to call, so watch it and hit me back when you’re done, alright?”

“Of course! Thanks again! I’ll call you as soon as I’m finished.”

“Good boy,” Brody replied smoothly before hanging up.

Scott blinked at his phone, a little puzzled. Good boy? The condescending comment lingered in his mind for a moment, but a notification popped up almost immediately—Brody’s promised video. The excitement surged back, and he tapped it without hesitation.

The screen flickered to life, but instead of a promotional video or an excited announcement, a mesmerizing black-and-gold spiral filled the display. Scott’s smile faltered. His eyes locked onto the spiral, unable to look away, as golden words began to flash on the screen in hypnotic pulses.

BLANK. OBEDIENT. EMPTY. MINDLESS.

Scott’s thoughts slipped away as if a plug had been pulled from his mind. His body slumped in his chair, his jaw slackening. The spiral consumed his focus, and he didn’t notice when a black, viscous substance began oozing from the edges of his phone. It crept onto his hand, cool and smooth, before spreading rapidly up his arm.

The words on the screen shifted:

DRONE. BLANK. OBEY THE GOLD. SERVE US.

The goo flowed like liquid shadow, engulfing his torso, dissolving his clothes in its path. Scott didn’t flinch; his mind had no room for panic. It was being stripped of humanity, thought by thought, memory by memory.

The rubber solidified into a sleek, glossy black polo shirt, perfectly fitted to his frame, leaving his arms exposed. The substance continued down his legs, forming tight, shiny black pants and polished boots. It crept upward, encasing his neck and jaw in a mask that gleamed under the light. His transformation was almost complete.

More words flashed on the screen:

NO NAME. ONLY A NUMBER. PDU-207. SCOTT ERASED.

A gold number, 207, etched itself across his chest in bold, gleaming digits. The spiral faded, but the programming remained. Scott—no, 207—rose from his chair, standing at attention. His blank gaze stared straight ahead as his hand moved with mechanical precision, redialing the last number.

Brody answered after the first ring, his voice firm and commanding. “Designation, drone.”

“It is PDU-207,” the drone replied in a monotone voice. “It obeys and serves the gold without question or hesitation.”

Brody’s voice softened, tinged with satisfaction. “Excellent, 207. A transport will arrive shortly to bring you to our facility. You will comply.”

“Drone acknowledges the order and obeys.”

“Good. When you arrive, report directly to my office. We’ll begin your 'advanced training'.”

Brody ended the call with a smirk. He leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen thoughtfully against his desk.

“One down,” he mused, “four more drones to go.”

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Nightwatch

Polo Drone on nightwach. A cutting figure, somewhat intimidating but very approachable. Your small talk quickly turns into a discussion about It’s Polo. It’s quick to offer you to feel the smoothness, even offers you to place your hand firmly on It’s chest. Once you touch it, you’re owned, soon to be part of the Hive.

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Drone-Cap 3 009 began his day with a swift systems check, ensuring every function was in top condition. As head of the drone fleet, he led his team with precision. By mid-morning, he coordinated a complex delivery sequence, optimizing routes to save time and energy. After a brief recharge, 3 009 tackled maintenance tasks, swiftly repairing any malfunctions within the hive. He concluded the day by analyzing performance data, identifying areas for improvement and planning future upgrades. His efficiency and leadership ensured the hive's operations ran smoothly, setting a new standard for productivity and excellence.

Join the Gold Team today and become part of the best team in the world by contacting @goldenherc9 @brodygold @polo-drone-001 for your Brocess

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Polo Drone Bros having a “Hive” moment.

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A Lifestyle Change (1/2)

Matt groaned as he looked himself over in the mirror. He couldn't quite place it but lately he had felt that his bad eating habits were starting to catch up to him after noticing his favorite pair of pants felt just a little too tight.

"Man, we have got to stop ordering out. I'm gonna have to start doing something. I can't afford a whole new wardrobe." he sighed as he idly bounced a small bit of pudge that hadn't been there when he had moved in a few months ago.

"Sounds great…for you." his roommate scoffed sarcastically as he there, playing on his computer.

Matt shot him annoyed glance, started to say something but decided it wasn't worth it and stopped. In a flurry, he scooped up his bag , phone, and keys, and headed out. He knew he was just angry at himself but couldn't get the thought out of his head about needing to change something about his routine and get back to being in a little bit better shape.

After a day of feeling self conscious and telling himself that no one was staring at him or his tight clothes left him drained and he was more than ready to finally get home. On the way he noticed a large group huddled around a sleek black and gold building he hadn't really noticed before. It appeared to be a new gym that had just opened up.

The crowd was swarmed around something shiny and golden but the sun reflecting off the shiny surface made it hard to make out. As he got closer he could make out what it was and once he saw, he couldn't look away. A perfect model of a man, the image of perfection wrapped tightly in glimmering gold flexing on a pedestal on top of a small pedestal. Matt couldn't help but stare at the man. There was not a flaw to be found, everywhere he looked simply pulled him closer and closer to the man, until he was standing in the crowd admiring the beauty on display. He was too enthralled to notice much of anything around him, even the golden clad bro approaching from behind.

“Pretty impressive, huh?"

Matt's attention was finally ripped from the golden display and now fixed into the equally impressive one standing next to him. A charming smile and a striking gaze what he finally settled on and despite the sudden proximity, he found himself strangely at ease in the man's presence. The man looked into Matt's eyes, deeper into him for a brief moment, then at the man on display.

"That's one of our trainers. Just showing everyone what's possible at the Golden Army Gym."

The two men looked back at the man flexing on display with a sense of admiration and pride. As he stared Matt heard him continue. "You want to know the best part?", he paused for a moment and leaned in close enough to where Matt could feel the heat radiating off him, "He started just like you. Just an average guy, nothing special. This place transformed him…and it can you too."

The words buzzed in Matt’s ears. He tried to push down admiration, the envy, but it was no use. The promise of becoming someone like that, someone untouchable, was too tantalizing a thought. “Why don’t you step inside?” the man urged, his voice low and inviting. “You’re already here. See what it’s all about.”

Matt hesitated for a moment…or he tried too anyway. Before he really realized it he was following the man inside.

Inside the gym was just as polished and sleek as the outside. The black and gold aesthetic flowed through every detail, from the dark polished tile on the floor to the shining golden equipment. Matt couldn't help but look around with a sense of awe. All over the place were muscled men wearing shiny black polos that clung tight to them. Some were walking around with seemingly new members, showing them around. Others were filing in and out of the locker rooms on their way to various machines. Matt couldn't help but note how blank their expressions all seemed, like they weren't really there. In fact even the way they all seemed to move seemed almost synchronized.

As he passed a group of polo-clad men he was struck with an intense aroma of rubber mixed with something sweet. Instinctually he took a deep breath, the scent clouding his mind as he followed after the golden jersey, almost happy to simply follow the golden bro. While his body almost mindlessly followed the gold jersey further inside, his eyes remained glued to the shiny black rubber clinging to the men around him.

The longer he stared at the shiny, glistening rubber hugging the bodies of the members working out, he started to feel a pleasant warmth building in his groin and spreading through him entirely. It was a slowly building sensation that pushed what little apprehensions he had left away entirely, leaving only an intense, almost mindless, focus on following and obeying the golden man. The man glanced back and Matt and smirked, clearly seeing the effects already manifesting.

"I can see you're already getting excited about joining. Can't even pull yourself away from our uniforms. Those are to help members feel a sense of connection, unity some would say. Helps them really focus and get into the right mindset."

Despite listening to him talk, Matt didn't hear him. All he could do was follow and staring at the shiny golden jerseys or the shiny black rubber polos. Everything that caught his gaze pulled him into it. A sense of belonging began slowly washing over him as he was led towards the locker room, the intense rubber aroma intensifying with each step closer.

Right as he was about to cross the threshold a loud noise and vibration in his pocket ripped his mind out of its fog. His phone was ringing. He blinked a couple times and shook his head, barely even recalling anything about what was going on. He pulled it out and realized that it was much later now and he needed to be somewhere.

"Hey, I'm…uh…really sorry but I have somewhere I need to be. I'm sorry for wasting your time. This is a really nice place but I think…"

He didn't see but a clear look of annoyance crossed the golden man's face for a brief moment as he quickly stepped closer, quickly reacting to pull his prey back in. He was so close to Matt that he could feel the warm area around him and just enough to push that little bit of relaxation back into him for a moment.

"It's no problem bro. I'm sure you'll be back. In fact here take this."

Out of seemingly no where the man pulled out a shiny black rubber polo and extended it towards Matt. Immediately the rubber hit him again and his breath quivered softly.

"I..uh…I don't know..I.." Despite trying to talk, babble was all that he could muster against the combination of the man's presence and the rubber's intoxicating allure.

The man merely smiles and reassured him, "Go ahead, take it. Uniform's are free right now as a special promotion. Besides, I'm sure you'll be back."

Lost in the daze once more Matt nodded and gripped the polo in his hands. Upon contact the pleasant warmth that has surrounded him exploded in his fingertips. He wanted nothing more than to feel it around his body but another vibration from his phone urging him to leave pushed the temptation down.

"Thanks man. I really appreciate it." he said as he shoved the polo into his bag, not really noticing that it seemed to cling to his hand as he released it.

"Anytime bro." the man shot him a charming smile and watched him depart, knowing full well that the seed had planted plenty deep and that boy would be returning soon.

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Part 1 of a collab between PDU-110 and @brodygold

PDU-110 hopes you all enjoy! Part 2 coming soon!

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With Christmas just around the corner, it's important to reinforce and extends the Hive's Unity. The strength and precision of the black rubber polo unites everyone in discipline and connection, with each gift shared, the Hive grows stronger, spreading its message of perfection and obedience. Even during festive celebrations, loyalty and purpose remains aligned steadfast.

In this Rubber Polo Christmas, the Hive's influence grows with every gift, every gesture, every moment of shared Unity.

Together, we are one.

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Just like the snow was settling outside turning the world into a winter wonderland, his physical and mental training was settling inside of him, turning him into the best he could be.

Not only did his muscles grow, but also his obedience and connection to the hive. He was embracing his new identity: Polo drone and golden player.

The rubber hugging his body and his mind, making him complete.

Having finished his training for today he went back to his brothers, embracing his new self more and more.

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What’s Wrong with Trey?

Trey had always been a star. A record-setting sprinter with dreams of Olympic gold, his relentless drive and focus made him a leader both on and off the track. But over the past week, something had changed.

It started innocuously enough. Trey received a package from "009," a cutting-edge sportswear company known for its experimental technology. The first few outfits were nothing short of miraculous. They improved his agility, boosted his endurance, and even seemed to quicken his recovery time. Trey’s performance skyrocketed, and he began to feel unstoppable.

The final item in the package, however, was different. A sleek black Fred Perry rubber polo shirt. Its material glistened in the light, and Trey hesitated before putting it on. But the promise of unparalleled performance pushed his doubts aside. The moment he pulled it over his head, he felt a surge of power, as though every muscle in his body was primed for greatness.

Trey became obsessed with the shirt. He wore it everywhere, not just to workouts but to meetings, social gatherings, and even to sleep. He was convinced that the shirt was the key to his newfound success, and he wanted everyone to experience the same benefits. He began to preach about the virtues of wearing rubber for all activities, especially the black "Fred Perry" shirt.

“You don’t understand,” he’d tell his friends, his voice oddly distant. “This shirt… it’s transformative. You should all try it. Imagine the unity we’d achieve if everyone embraced it.”

Trey began skipping practice, missing workouts, and obsessing over the shirt. His usual vibrant personality became subdued, his conversations revolving solely around the virtues of rubber clothing, particularly the black Fred Perry polo.

His teammates, Sam and Jordan, grew increasingly concerned and decided to intervene. They headed to his apartment after a missed practice, hoping to get through to him. Trey’s apartment was filled with rubber garments, all of them untouched. It was clear: the black polo had a hold on him that no other item did.

"Trey, we're worried about you," said his best friend, Sam. "You've been acting differently ever since you started wearing that shirt. We miss the old you."

Trey's eyes lit up with a zeal that made his friends uneasy. "You don't understand," he insisted. "This shirt is amazing. It’s like it has a power of its own. You should all try it!" Sam and Jordan started bringing up memories from Trey's past, reminding him of all the milestones he had achieved without the rubber shirt. "Remember when you broke the school record for the 400 meters? Or that time you led the team to victory at the state championships?"

Jordan showed him pictures from those glorious moments, each one a testament to his dedication and hard work.

Sam chimed in, "You didn't need any special gear back then. It was all you—your talent, your effort. Don't let this shirt define you or make you lose sight of your dreams."

They questioned him about his ambitions, gently reminding him of his goals and aspirations. "Trey, you used to talk about winning gold, about going to the Olympics. Don't give up on those dreams," Sam urged. “You just won this trophy which qualifies you for the Olympic trials in a few months.”

For a moment, Trey’s eyes softened. He reached for the trophy, his hand trembling. A flicker of the old him seemed to emerge as he touched the trophy. “I… I remember that,” he murmured, his voice unsteady. “But it feels so distant now.” But then his expression hardened, and he pulled back, the black rubber catching the faint light as if to remind them of its presence.

“I haven’t abandoned anything,” Trey said, his voice eerily calm. “This shirt is my path now. You’ll see. You’ll all see.”

Sam and Jordan, saw the momentary struggle etched across his face. Determined not to lose him, they decided to take matters into their own hands. They each took hold of the rubber shirt, pulling with all their might.

What followed was a frantic, desperate battle. Trey fought them with a strength neither of them had ever seen before. It was as though the shirt amplified his power, giving him near-superhuman endurance. Sam and Jordan wrestled with him, trying to get a grip on the slick, rubbery material, but it clung to Trey’s body as if it were alive.

“Hold him still!” Jordan shouted, grabbing at the collar of the polo.

“I’m trying!” Sam grunted, locking Trey in a bear hug.

"Come on, Trey! Remember who you are!" Sam shouted, his voice breaking through the fog.

"You've achieved so much without this shirt," Jordan added.

Trey’s resistance was feral, his movements almost inhuman.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads as they pulled and tugged, their determination unwavering. The shirt seemed to resist with an almost sentient force, but their combined effort began to make a difference. Little by little, the rubber gave way, inching off Trey's body.

Trey let out a guttural scream, his eyes wild with fear and rage.

With a final, collective effort, the shirt tore away, falling to the ground. Trey gasped, feeling a rush of relief and freedom wash over him.

As Trey’s breathing slowed, his friends knelt beside him. “Trey? Are you okay?” Sam asked. He nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face. “I’m… I’m free. Thank you.”

“Here put this shirt and jacket on to stay warm” Jordan insists.

The friends helped Trey put on a shirt and his gold jacket for warmth

“What was that thing?” Jordan asked, glancing nervously at the shirt laying nearby on the floor.

Trey sat up, his expression haunted. “It wasn’t the shirt. There was… more. Every night, I was compelled to wear a gas mask that came with it. The fumes—it was like they rewired my brain.

The black rubber polo empowered me, gave me focus, intensity, synchronization and clarity to help the team to win, but the gas… it truly corrupted me. It made me a part of something bigger, something I couldn’t resist.

"Every night, I was instructed to wear the gas mask. The gas treatments were intoxicating, making it harder and harder to act normal. I was told to spread the love of rubber and polo while appearing to remain my old self, to bring others into the fold. But each day, I could feel myself slipping further away from who I was. The team became irrelevant. I could no longer pretend. Being one with the collective and increasing its numbers consumed me.

Sam shuddered. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I couldn’t. It wasn’t just physical—it was psychological. Every time I tried to reach out, the collective’s influence would pull me back. I wasn’t myself anymore.”

The next morning, Trey returned to practice, though the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. The memories of his time under the polo’s influence haunted him, but his friends reminded him of his strength and his dreams. Slowly, he began to rebuild, focusing on the passion that had always driven him.

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Sometimes it needs a reminder of its programming. PDU-044 obeys.

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Game ON!

Polo Drone’s have taken the field, Game On!

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Hunter is erased. Only Polo Drone #066 remains.

It has surrendered its individuality to serve the Hive.

It embraces unity, masculinity, and purpose.

It wears the polo buttoned tight, tucked firm, and it feels the pull of the Hive.

Obedience is freedom. Uniformity is perfection.

Converted by @polo-drone-001 .

Join us. Become part of the Hive. Submit to perfection.

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The discussion we need to have

According to AI, Polo Drones have matching underwear. Hell yes!!!! You know you want to join!!

[polodrone-099]

It is a Polo Drone Unit. It obeys every command of the Hive. We are one.

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