One clear spring day, Jaime was walking to his office job in downtown. The sun shone down onto his dark hair and he could feel his summer tan already setting in as he walked. His smart button up shirt and slacks were freshly ironed, his brown leather dress shoes were freshly polished, and his medium length hair was neatly styled. At a glance, Jaime could easily be identified as a well-to-do office worker.

 Jaime quite enjoyed his daily walk to work especially on a clear day like today. He could truly enjoy the bustling of the city and the breeze washed the unpleasant city smells away. It was the closest the city came to a busy rural town.

Turning a corner to enter downtown, he passed the new high rise construction site. Looking up, he could see the big, burly construction workers lumbering around. Even at a distance Jaime could identify the sweat on their brows, the discoloration at their pits, and the grime covering them. This was a detour Jaime had taken every day for the last several months so that he could observe these burly men.

In a sense, Jaime idolized these men. Not for the dull gaze plenty of them wore, but for the sheer masculinity they oozed. Every one was stacked with muscle, bulging arms and pecs, with a variety of body fat. Some appeared dangerously cut while others had large but firm guts that pulled their shirts tight.

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Jaime had always been a book worm, leaving his body lanky and underdeveloped. The athletics required to build bulging muscles was had always been his weakest area of school, leading to many unusual conversations with his parents about nearly failing gym. He longed for those muscles but had long ago accepted they were out of his reached.

Jaime continued to walk along the shadow of the construction site in complete ignorance of his immediate surroundings. During his distraction, he walked into something hard and unmoving. The force of his walk ricocheted back into him and Jaime fell backwards onto the hard concreate, his thin arms barely reacting in time to protect his head. The clamoring of plastic scraping the ground beyond the object that had sent Jaime falling.

Looking up, Jaime saw a large man. He was taller than Jaime and his flannel shirt clung to every muscle in his large arms and pecs. What appeared to be grease stains covered his clothes and arms. His hair was damp and disheveled. In almost every aspect he was the exact opposite of Jaime.

“Watch where you’re going” boomed out of his throat before he changed to a softer tone and said “nerd”.

 Jaime didn’t say a word. All he could do was stare up at the man with awe.

A deeper wave of annoyance crawled over the man’s face as he opened his mouth to speak again. Just as he did, another man called out for him to stop playing with the twink and get back to work. Without another word, the man turned and walked into the construction site.

Jaime didn’t know what to do or say. All he could do was sit there and process what had just happened. Finally, after the shock of the encounter had ended, he forced himself back to his feet and glanced around. He was lucky that the street was basically deserted, even for this prime commuting hour, reducing his embarrassment.

He looked around to see if any of his stuff got scattered in the exchange. Almost immediately, he saw that the man he’d just bumped into hadn’t retrieved his hardhat when he left. Cautiously, Jaime picked the hardhat up, examining it up close.

It was several times heavier than he expected. Jaime had always imagined they weighed about the same as a baseball cap for some reason, and this realization left an even greater degree of respect for the men who wore them all day every day. The inside was padded and slick with sweat. Outside, it was covered in scrapes and discolorations, likely from being tossed around and performing its duty of protecting the wearers head.

In that moment, Jaime became conflicted. Just like in stories, it was as if there was an angel and devil standing on his shoulders attempting to influence his next action. The angel, or sensible part of his brain, telling him to put the hardhat down and return with his day. The devil egging him to put it on and see how it feels. Back and forth these opposing influences argued before Jaime made his decision.

Slowly and cautiously, Jaime raised the hardhat to his head. He held it there for a moment as the shreds of doubt made their final arguments before fully putting it on. It was to big for him and swayed back and forth before finding a resting point. Out of curiosity, Jaime pulled out his phone to snap a selfie in it.

In the phone, he looked like a child wearing his father’s hat. While looking ridiculous, he struck a cute pose and snapped a pic to savor the memory.

As he took the picture, a sharp pinprick struck the back of Jaime’s neck. Instinctively, his hand bolted to the site to discover nothing. Confused, he looked at his hand wondering what on earth that was. A rare city mosquito or some other bug? He wasn’t sure.

He was about to return the hardhat to where he found it, when suddenly the felt the padded inside shrink to his head and almost attach itself. In panic, he attempted to remove it to no avail. He didn’t have time to process why the hardhat was stuck for moments later a slow wave of pain started to expand from the original pinprick.

Consisting of an ever-expanding number of pinpricks, the wave slowly spread down his neck as the muscles instinctively tightened, contorting his head back. The wave hit his shoulders as they bunched up before reaching his arms. There it began to speed up, racing down his arms as they contorted in wild directions and the wave creeped down his back. The pain became so intense that Jaime fell to the floor, back arching wildly as the wave continued to expand. When it reached his chest, his body curled forward. At his legs, they began contorting and spasming just like his arms had. Upon reaching the tips of his fingers and toes, the wave reversed directions, heading back to the original pinprick. Back and forth, the wave sent spasms and contortions throughout his body as he lay on the ground.

Jaime had no idea how much time had passed when the wave started to die down, replacing the sharp pain with a more manageable throbbing one. Trying to piece together what the hell just happened to him, he looked down at his body and gasped. His clothes were in tatters, completely shredded outside of the cute jockstrap he wore that day, which clung to his body leaving nothing to imagination. His once slender body was covered in muscle. Not the muscle one would gain from a strict gym regiment, but muscle developed from manual labor. Jaime also felt that he was now taller, but without standing up he couldn’t be sure.

The pain was still too great to make moving his new body impossible, so he just laid there waiting for the pain to finally end.

Before the pain had subsided at all, Jaime could see that the man had returned, presumably looking for the hardhat he’d lost. Upon seeing Jaime, he swore under his breath.

Jaime let out a weak call for aid upon seeing the construction worker. Relieved that someone the man had returned and would hopefully help him, he let his brain relax and fall into a haze as he attempted to process the pain.

In brief moments of clarity, Jaime understood that he was being carried into the construction site by the man and another. Each moment taking him deeper and deeper into the site before reaching a single wide trailer that likely served as the foreman’s office. He was taken inside and sat in a straight-backed chair where unconsciousness once again claimed his mind.

Some time later, Jaime awoke from his slumber. The pain was greatly diminished, replaced with the occasional throb and ache. Before him, Jaime could see the man who’d carried him in as well as another man dressed in a button down shirt, slacks, and a tie talking to each other. Jaime quickly understood that they were talking about him, but when he attempted to speak up, he found that he couldn’t. There was something in his mouth gagging him. Moving his arms and legs was also fruitless, as they were strapped tightly to the chair he was seated in.

The men continued to speak as if Jaime wasn’t there. “You really fucked up this time Dave! Why did you leave your hardhat lying around for someone to find? We’re completely staffed and I have no need for another drone.”

“Sorry boss.” Dave, the man who Jaime had originally bumped into, apologized sheepishly. “I didn’t know it was gone. Honest, boss.”

“Fine. We’ll sort out your punishment later. For now, I guess we’ll get him processed for the rec room. You lot have been extra stupid and distracted since our last rec-boy was transferred to the Olive site.”

This last line sent a wave of fright rough Jaime. What did they mean by ‘processed?’ He had his own life that he could return to, and if he wasn’t gagged, he could promise to never tell a soul what happened. He’d even agree to sign an NDA stating as such. In his current state, all he could do was let out inarticulate mumbles through the gag.

Realizing Jaime was awake, the men both looked at him. The foreman pinched the bridge of his noise, frustrated at the days events thus far, and shooed Dave away so that he could handle the problem the big oaf created.

Without any acknowledgement to Jaime, the foreman got up and crossed the room to him. Standing before Jaime, he pushed Jaime’s head back against the headrest and fastened as strap across his forehead, leaving only a few millimeters of wiggle room. He then grabbed a white box that looked like the VR headsets Jaime had played with at the mall, and fastened it over Jaime’s eyes, removing the last big of movement Jaime had.

The inside of the box was initially pitch black, but Jaime could hear some keystrokes on a nearby computer and the headset lit up. Before his eyes was a tri-colored spiral that consumed his vision, leaving no place to look away. It was red, blue, and green, slowly swirling around a center point before it began to pulse slowly. In and out, round and round the spiral went as Jaime could do nothing but stare at it.

Thick headphones were then placed over Jaime’s ears, blocking out all sound and forcing him to sit there in complete isolation. After a minute had passed, a dull white noise began to fill his ears.

This combination went on for a while, as Jaime felt his body relax against his will. His muscles no longer strained against the straps and his breathing had slowed to be in line with the pulsing of the spiral. At some point, Jaime noticed that a single word had appeared beneath the spiral, an instruction if you will. ‘Obey.’

More time passed with Jaime in this state before he noticed another change. The white noise in his ears was now accompanied by moans, groans, the slapping of skin on skin, and a voice that was eerily familiar and yet unknown. The voice was instructing Jaime. Instructing him to be a good, obedient, drone to the company. Instructing him to follow all of the foreman’s commands. Guiding him deeper and deeper into a perfectly relaxed state.

When the voice started telling him about big, hard, blue-collar cock, a distant part of Jaime’s mind realized that there were pictures of men in the spiral now. This same distant piece recognized many of the men being shown to him were the construction workers he’d been ogling from a far for months. They were hard-working blue-collar men, and the voice was correct in its assertion that their hard blue-collar cocks looked gorgeous and deserving of his devotion.

The voice was correct in everything that it told Jaime thus far, so when the images and voice shifted again, Jaime’s resistance was so utterly defeated that it didn’t question anything. When the images became those of men completely encased in rubber, lacking any identifiable features, and the voice commanded Jaime that the images were of him, Jaime’s mind accepted it as true.

Jaime was meant to be encased in rubber, eyes trapped behind one-way glass, cock eternally hard, ass and mouth open to be fucked. The move the images flashed, and the more the voice spoke, the more Jaime mind accepted its programming.

Many hours later, Pleasure Drone A-03 realized that the headset had been removed. This was followed by the headphones and restraining straps. The foreman ordered the drone to stand up, to which it did immediately. In the corner of the room, the drone noticed a mirror. Looking at itself, it didn’t recognize itself. There was no shiny black rubber encasing its body and it had identifiable features. The drone squirmed where it stood, uncomfortable in its current state.

The foreman saw his new drone’s discomfort and smiled. The reprogramming had worked perfectly. From behind his desk, he pulled out a black full body latex free suit (some of his hardworking men had a latex allergy) and placed it on the desk.

Upon seeing the suit, the drone looked at it longingly, desperate to feel it’s tight embrace. Desperate to be the unidentifiable drone it was deep down. Longing to be the construction sites fuck toy that it knew it was supposed to be.

When the foreman motioned for the drone to put it on, it leaped at the suit. Tearing off the remaining scraps of clothes it wore, it eagerly slipped into the suit. Once it’s feet were securely in, the drone’s cock began to rise, becoming fully erect just in time for it to pull the legs up and force its cock into it’s new prison. A dumb, simple smile grew on the drone’s face when it slid it’s arms in and lined up the butt opening to its eager ass. The drone felt its cock throb harder when it slipped the attached hood over its face, bringing it even closer to its proper state.

A momentary flash of concern struck the drone as it realized something important. It couldn’t reach the zipper. A piece of flesh was still exposed, and it couldn’t alleviate it. Luckily, the foreman stepped behind the drone and zipped it up, sealing the drone up for good. Lastly, the foreman strapped a hardhat to its head while making a joke about ‘safety first’.

Looking in the mirror, the drone felt ecstatic, though you couldn’t tell be looking at it. It was finally complete. When the foreman guided the drone out of his office, the drone dutifully followed.

In the next room, there was a pool table, a TV, an old couch, and about 20 horny construction workers waiting it. The men were in various states of dress. Some had simply slipped out their hard cocks. Others had removed their pants. A few were hanging out completely naked. Some men were gently stroking their hard cocks while others stroked their asses in antici…pation. None of them made a move.

“Its all yours men.” And the foreman walked off.

Immediately the drone was tackled to the ground. One man managed to shove his cock into the drone’s mouth while another mounted the drone’s cock as it fell to the floor. On its back, another man thrust his cock balls deep into its ass. The men in its ass and mouth started pounding profusely, earing into the drone as its programming kicked in. Its ass milked the cock pounding it while its tongue darted around, seeking to apply the greatest pleasure.

The man riding the drone’s cock started bouncing momentarily, before smacking the drone’s check and ordering it to thrust. Automatically, the drone started bucking its hips in such a rhythm that its ass was lined up to take the pounding it was receiving. The three men using the drone groaned in pleasure.

Without warning, the man using the drone’s mouth came before promptly pulling out and another taking his place. Shortly thereafter, the man fucking the drone’s ass came as well and repeating the gentlemanly curtesy of not monopolizing the drone one he was done. The new man using its ass began fucking at a different pace, forcing the drone to alter its fucking of the man riding its cock.

After two men had used the drone’s ass and 3 the mouth, the man riding the drone’s cock came. He to follow the curtesy, allowing a new man to mount the drone.

On and on this went as the men fucked their fill. Many had already returned for a second or third usage when the last man left the recreation room. Alone, the drone stood up. It hadn’t cum once and it’s cock was still completely hard.

At that moment, the foreman returned to the room. He was fortunate, not only was he able to find use for the fool who’d worn one of his secretly patented hardhats, but the fool was tough enough to handle all of his men at once after a hard days labor. He then gave the drone one of its last orders of the day. “Cum.”

Instantly the drone’s cock shot. Blast after blast fired from its cock as its knees gave out, sending the drone back to the floor. The drone made its first sounds since being processed as it loudly moaned. All of its pent-up sexual energy gave it the largest, most pure orgasm it had ever experienced. When it finally passed, the drone lay on the ground exhausted. Cum covered most of its body and was leaking out of its ass. It also reeked like the communal cumdump that it was.

The foreman grabbed his keys and started moving towards the door. “Clean itself and be ready for tomorrow.” Was all he said before stepping out the door and locking it tight. Leaving to drone to complete its new orders.