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    He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there by this point. It felt like several days since he’d been kidnapped by them, and each time he’d wake up to see another change or adjustment. First it was feeling strapped down and discovering his head shaved. The next time he woke up, he was in full rubber and called out for help to no avail. Just some figures in the half light. By the next time he was awoken, it was due to a handful of guys dressed just like him, taking turns on breeding his hole. In time, he accepted his predicament - strangely taking it calmly as each new development happened, learning to love what was happening to him. By the time they came again, and one of them was piercing his cock, he suckled on the rubber fingers of one of his captors and they seemed to be pleased that the process had been completed, and they’d welcomed - what he was now - another one of their kind into the fold.