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Aria walked bare through the forest with a mild hint of annoyance. The wet moss beneath his feet was soft, and a nice cool wind stroked his skin. He did however not enjoy the fact some slime creature had melded together with his clothes and took it off his body.
He hoped the weather would stay this pleasant. It would be another hour at least until he made it home. With some luck, he wouldn't encounter anything else in the forest, other than the birds.
Of course, having the very thought doomed him. Right as he finished it, something -- someone dropped in front of him. A short man, looking to be in his late teens. He made almost no sound as he fell from the canopy of trees, landing feet first, barely pressing down on the moss.
He was dressed entirely black. A bodysuit made of spandex looking fabric tightly hugged his body, up his neck and over his mouth in some sort of mask. A band of a similar, slightly lighter material was tied around his waist.
Aria quickly covered his flaccid cock with a hand, feeling his cheeks light up in a blush. "Who a-" He started saying, but the teen made a gesture meaning mute, and suddenly the words made no more sound. Aria tried to talk, but only silent breath came out.
The teen was smiling, evident despite the fabric covering his mouth, a glint in his eyes. He made no further move.
Then suddenly, many things happened at once.
Aria was kicked in the back of his legs, his knees buckling and letting him fall down with his knees onto the mossy ground. He would have let out a yelp,but all that came out was silent breath. At the same time, arms caught him from behind, holding him up from beneath his armpits, pulling away the hand that had been covering his cock.
He was now at eye level with the teen's spandex covered cock. He hadn't noticed before how it was proudly on display, swaying slightly.
He tried to call for help, but there was only silent breath.
Another set of arms held him from behind, in addition to the one holding his arms, gloved fingers playing with his nipples. Despite the ambush, the struggle, the attempts to get out, Aria felt his cock turning hard.
Before he had an opportunity to respond, the teen that had been standing in front of his shoved his cock into Aria's mouth. The spandex tasted weird, sweet.
His body was completely held in place by the trio, his head now firmly grasped by the one fucking his mouth. He couldn't move, he could hardly understand what was going on anymore. Somehow, it felt good.
Seconds, maybe minutes, maybe even tens of minutes later, the teen came into his mouth. The substance didn't taste like cum -- Aria would know -- it was much sweeter, delicious, intoxicating. He wanted to swallow it, for it to get into his body. But no matter how hard he tried, the liquid seemed to move the other way, following the teen's cock out of his mouth.
While the substance came out and formed a mask over his mouth and over his ears, he was spun around. His eyes fell on the other two individuals who...
Looked exactly the same, as if they were all clones of each other. Dark hair, the same body, the same outfit, the same eyes, and the same evident smile.
His arms and legs were pinned down on the mossy forest ground while one of the teens climbed on top of him slowly lowering himself onto Aria's cock. It felt so smooth and so good at the same time, the fabric acting like a lube that only seemed to become smoother as the teen moved his body up and down.
After a little while he came off it completely, and Aria found his cock covered in the same spandex as the boys were wearing. He hadn't been able to cum yet, but his body and his cock had started aching.
One of the boys, the one holding his legs in place, spread them. He inched forward slowly, looking Aria straight in the eyes as he inserted his cock into Aria's ass. Aria could barely move anymore, silent moans leaving his mouth as he was fucked. The other two let go of him, but his resistance was given up already.
So much time passed, or none at all. Aria wasn't sure anymore. He felt cum, strange liquid, being released on to him, into him. He felt broken, almost unable to move. He felt his body covered in the fabric.
He was carried somewhere, his head spinning. A house, somewhere in the forest. Outside, the boys took off the fabric waist bands, and they tied him up. Not on the ground, but hanging from the ceiling. His cock was still hard, no release had come for him. He hung with it down from the ceiling, still unable to talk.
Two of the boys left, one remained. He inched closer, the teen reaching for his cock and stroking it. Faster and faster, his body swaying in the fabric bondage. Unable to move, unable to resist.
After he came, Aria passed out.
The next morning, one of the teens came out and took Aria down. Aria tried but still couldn't speak. The entire previous day felt like a haze.
The teen grabbed his wrist, leading him inside of the small building. Just a singular room, no one else was there. Aria was surprised, holding up three fingers.
The teen looked back at him with that same damned smile, shaking his head and holding up a single finger. Aria could have sworn there were more people, but... Whatever.
There was a setup in the corner of the room, something for throwing knives. The teen took one of the knives and threw it, hitting a bullseye without effort. He turned to Aria and winked, gesturing to the other knives.
Aria hesitated, but knew he wasn't getting out of this situation. He grabbed one of the knives and threw it.
It was an embarrassing miss.
The boy was on him almost instantly, wrapping his arms around Aria. Aria was taller, but it didn't seem to matter to him as he squeezed Aria's nipples, making Aria let out a silent moan.
Aria noticed his own cock had been erect this entire time, as if the bodysuit didn't allow it to go back flaccid.
After mere seconds, he was let go of again. The boy gestured for him to take another knife. He threw again, failed again, was punished again. This time, the boy inserted his cock into Aria's ass briefly, a single thrust.
Aria felt himself break in that moment, but he followed along. He tried his best.
More challenges followed. He had to balance -- and upon failure, ride a dildo in front of the teen -- climb up some rock wall, run after him through the woods.
At some point he thought he could shake the teen off during this, but he just appeared right behind Aria when he thought he was safe. That punishment had been intense.
That night, the teen led him back to the house. Inside, there were two... Beds, on the floor. The sheets seemed rubbery. The teen guided him into one.
The white rubbery sheets were surprisingly comfortable, though they did cling to the skin, to the bodysuit. The teen towered over him, as Aria felt something shift, the latex tightening around him, like it was sealing him inside.
The teen covered his head as well. Somehow, he was still able to breathe, but the world had gone dark. He felt a pressure on his cock, then a stroking. Faster and faster and faster.
He tried to move in the latex bed, but it just trapped him there, kept him in place as the pleasure built and broke his mind.
Eventually he felt himself release, and he passed out.
The next morning, he felt shorter. Or the boys, there were two now, felt taller.
Regardless, he did better that day. He hit the target multiple times. He balanced almost perfectly.
Instead of being punished, he received rewards. Although they much felt the same.
One of the boys held him into place, sitting on the wooden floor of the building, while the other sat opposite of him, stroking his cock with his feet. Aria let himself enjoy the pleasure this time around. It had started to feel good.
And so it went on. Every day there was another number of teens. Sometimes just the one, sometimes two, sometimes even four. Every day he felt more confident, more competent, more like them.
His hair became darker, his body thinner, more fitting of his position. The routine fit into his mind. Some days, when he saw their reflection in the water of the river, he didn't know which one he was anymore. He knew it didn't matter.
One day, while they were chasing each other around in the forest, with grins on their faces, finding out who got to fuck who, he found a boy, walking around. He climbed into the trees, chased him, and landed in front of him.
One of the others came from behind with the assist, taking the boy onto his knees, surprised.
They silenced him, and Aria, not Aria, this new thing, part of the collective, fucked him in the mouth, then trained him, then let him become them.