Originally posted to GaySpiralStories.com

Chapter 1 of the story can be found here. Feel free to read this before continuing…

XT0523 marched down the narrow corridor of the facility, standing tall and proud in the drone uniform. Like all of the other drones that he walked past, he was dressed head to toe in black rubber -like material. No skin showing. No features but the open blackhole where the hollow dildo plugged his mouth, a similar hole in his backside for the hollow dildo up his anus, the filter for his nose, and to completely tinted black lenses over his eyes. An obscene triangular bulge of rubber attached to his groin completely covered his erect cock, to keep it protected during working hours. A small tube emerged from the top of the bulge and wound its way along the suit to a black backpack that rested easily against his back. The second tube emerged from the backpack and wound its way to a black plug that rested comfortably in the hollow space of his mouth plug. Even with all this stuff, the drone could breathe as though none of that were there.

Through the tubes connected to its mouth and cock would flow nourishment and liquid waste at the command of the male robotic drone voice that would be heard even above the constant susurrus of white noise and brainwashing programming that played through embedded headphones at all times of the drone’s life. Across the lenses of the hood small box-like characters shuffled into the drone’s view, superimposed over a purple spinning spiral that kept the drone in a deep state of trance during all waking hours. The images were pseudo-transparent, and the drone was able to see the outside world without any difficulty. Countless hours of training under constant hypnotic brainwashing that was coupled with erotic pleasure had produced a predominantly mindless and obedient rubber-clad drone that would obey any orders given to it because of the pleasure and purpose that obedience gave it.

Because of this training, the drone was constantly erect. A highly muscular body that had been forged through intense combat training and genetics, the same as the other drones that marched past him in silence, each drone following the orders that were broadcasted through the built-in headphones by the array of highly sophisticated computers that directed the daily activities of all drones.

Not that the drone was aware of the existence of these computers. The drone was a security drone and did not need to know about such concepts. It was his job to protect the Society in whatever capacity that he was told to. This predominantly comprised regular patrols around the settlement to limit the rare wild animal and unconverted human incursions.

XT0523 marched down the featureless halls of the Security Facility, marching alone but for the hunched over rubber-clad humanoid figure that followed closely behind him on all fours. Centuries of experimentation had augmented the once human body to become better accustomed to walking on all fours. The figure could walk upright, but generally spent all of its time moving effortlessly about on all fours, being able to run twice as fast as a normal human over significant distances. The suit had extra reinforcement along the feet and hands to keep it protected. The open hole of the butt plug was filled with another plug that had a rubber-like tail protruding from it. The tail wobbled slightly as the figure padded along.

The rubber hood that completely covered its face was extended about the nose and the ears, to augment the pup’s innate improved smelling and hearing. Unlike its fellow drones, the pups were not subjected to constant brainwashing programming, their minds having been irrevocably programmed to think and behave like dogs, though they could still read and understand the male robotic voice that would project inside their hoods. The pups accompanied security drones during the course of their duties, using their enhanced senses to track, and provide assistance and security.

XT0523 and the pup exited the gray colored building and made their way across the bustling courtyard towards a pod of 24 drones that stood smartly in three rows of eight. Behind them, other pods practiced drills in the yard, mounted armored cars, and guided traffic through the large fence that surrounded the facility.

XT0523 paid no attention to the activity around him. His existence was like that of a sleepwalker: his body moving on autopilot while his mind remained dreaming. He had been so every day of his 50 years of life. An empty shell of a man that existed to obey. Any task brought him immense joy because he was serving the Society. And sexual pleasure too, which was reinforced by the advanced electronics within the suit and the regular well-practiced attentions of his fellow drones upon his sexually-charged body. There was nothing else to his existence of mindless servitude, a state that was common to all drones.

Following the orders that he had been given, XT0523 marched until he stood a few paces in front of the pod of drones. The pup sat beside him. The pair stared ahead at the drones, looking at them but not really noticing them or anything but the hypnotic spiral that played before their eyes. These proto-drones were old enough to pass for adult drones, but they lacked the colored bands beneath the pectorals. These bands designated their function within the Society. XT0523 and all the other security drones wore a military green stripe. The last line of eight drones in the pod wore the green identification stripe of instructor drones, drones that were retired from their initial function to serve a new function: instructing the proto-drones.

The drones stood in mindless silence in an attentive pose as they waited for new orders. They stood completely straight, arms against their sides, heads facing forward with their entire attention focused on the hypnotic spiral.

A set of box-like characters flashed before XT0523. His orders received, XT0523 began to project a predetermined message to the proto-drones. The drone simply thought what it wanted to say and the implants in his brain translated them into electronic signals that were then beamed to the proto-drones. They heard the words spoken by the same male mechanical drone voice as the voice that constantly whispered the brainwashing programming into their ears at all hours of the day. It was the only voice that they heard, none being able to remember what their true inner voice sounded like.

Greetings proto-drones, the entranced XT0523 read from the prompt in a monotone mechanical thought pattern. While it would’ve been easier for the computers to simply beam this information to each of the drones, the act of having XT0523 read from the prompt strengthened (and tested) the drone’s obedience. XT0523 read the prompt without thinking about what it was saying. All that mattered to it was that it was obeying. In response, the suit pleasured his body, tickling his arousal and making him feel so good.

Proto-drones will be given a brief tour of the security complex. Proto-drones will follow this security drone and security pup as they perform their designated duties. Proto-drones will listen and obey.

PROTO-DRONES HEAR AND OBEY!

The collective unified response of the proto-drones was automatic and loud, drowning out the capacity for thought. Every drone in attendance, upon hearing or saying those words, felt a jolt of pleasure and arousal pass through them. While the mindless proto-drones would not be able to appreciate the field trip to any meaningful extent, the exercise of seeing adult drones perform their assigned functions would heighten their connection to and pride at being members of the Society. While on a daily basis the drones would be mindlessly following whatever orders they were given, the subconscious associations of being part of the Society would strengthen their obedience and their desire to pursue their tasks.

At a command drone XT0523 and the pup made a sharp about turn and marched back into the Security Facility. The pod of proto-drones marched closely behind, moving in sync to the internal metronome that beeped regularly in their ears. The group followed drone XT0523, past two armed security drones that stood at attention just outside the door. The proto-drones experienced no fear; only pleasure as they obeyed the order to follow XT0523. As they marched past, the two security drones glanced at each of the incoming drones. Various computers communicated with the two security drones and confirmed the lawful entry of the pod into the facility. Their task complete, the two drones were rewarded with a brief intensification of electricity around their cocks that was similar to nearly going over the edge of orgasm. When the sensation passed, the suits resumed their gentle stimulation of the drone’s cocks, keeping the pair hard as a rock as they resumed their vigil.

The interior of the building was extremely plain and repetitive. Grey hallways adorned only with identical doors. The only means of navigation were computer-assisted guidance or personal experience. It would have been disconcerting to an ordinary person, but the drones under deep hypnotic control cared not about their surroundings. Only their orders mattered. Drone XT0523 continued to read from the prompt as the group marched down the halls. Its suit continued to reward the drone as it continued to read from the prompt, keeping the drone on the edge of orgasm and driving out any thoughts besides those related to the task at hand.

The Security Facility is where security drones sleep, eat, and train. Facilities are small fortresses that protect essential information and the voices that manage the society. To protect, all hallways and doors look the same. Some lead to nowhere. These are essential defenses. Enemies are lost without guidance. Security drones trust the Society to guide them to wherever they need to go. They regularly have any data of the building layout erased from their suits. This further protects the building.

The group passed by many doors as they proceeded through the labyrinthine corridors. Other pods of drones and pups marched by, most outfitted with rubber harnesses that were filled with various tools and stun devices. Through the hypnotic spirals, the proto-drones gazed upon the adult drones in wonder and with much arousal. Their suits whispered thoughts of mindless obedience and reinforced their arousal with orgasmic stimulation towards the drones that marched past them.

The first place they visited was an armory. As the assembled proto-drones watched a pod of security drones approach a long table that was strewn with several stashes of items. XT0523 read from the prompt as the security drones meticulously affixed each item on their person.

Security drones are outfitted with essential equipment for their assignments. The drones wear a black rubber full-body harness that has slots for the needed equipment. The capture ray is used to temporarily stun the unconverted, disobedient drones, and dangerous wild animals. It is carried in a rubber pouch for safety. Security drones also carry a pouch with a spare drone suit, to replace theirs if severely damaged or to place on captured unconverted. In addition to these items, security drones carry a pouch of useful handheld tools, a knife, rope, and enough nutrition for several days, in case they are stranded.

The proto-drones watched with arousal as the security drones outfitted their gear. The extra gear did nothing to detract from their sexy appearance and, if anything, made them look even more delicious.

In another room, security drones were seated before several circular objects with colored wires. Some drones moved very slowly as they cut the differently colored wires, while some moved with the swiftness and confidence that came from experience.

*Security drones are trained to respond to orders at a moment’s notice. They are trained over and over again, until the orders are muscle memory. A good drone doesn’t think. A good drone obeys the Society. A good security drone obeys orders without thinking. The drones that are moving slowly are learning how to do this. With practice, they will be as obedient and mindless as the more advanced security drones.

The third room they visited was lined with soft rubbery flooring and dog bowls. The walls were lined with openings just large enough for a drone to crawl through. The otherwise empty room was not unoccupied for long; within moments of their arrival, drone pups rushed out of the wall openings to gather at the feel of the visitors. The drones and proto-drones remained unresponsive as the pups pawed at them and rubbed their faces against the drone’s rubber bulges. The pup that was accompanying the security drone sniffs at the pups that meander past, but otherwise stays in place next to his assigned drone.

At a command from XT0523, the pups seat themselves on all fours in an orderly line before the proto-drones. Another command animates the proto-drones and they move about the pups and inspect them, hands roaming over every part of the pup’s bodies. The pups stay still as they are manhandled, though they pant with pleasure as their exposed cocks are played with. This was the first time that the proto-drones had ever touched a pup, though not their first time seeing them. Pups often marched alongside the security drones that patrolled the Educational Facility and would often bark encouragement as the proto-drones trained on the obstacle courses. The proto-drones spent the next hour playing with the pups, by tossing balls in the yard or running alongside them as they went through an obstacle course.

They visited many other rooms after that, but none were as interesting as the conversion chambers. In one such room, three security drones stood guard over pairs of drones that were branded with a red stripe across their chests, denoting captured unconverted. The men were dressed in the full regalia of a drone and either straddled rectangular metal bars or stood with their cocks buried inside a box-like instrument that sucked at their hardened sticks. The metal bars had miniature thrusters that steadily plowed the drone’s anuses, and a jelly-filled metallic ring that slid on a track along the shafts of the drone’s hardened cocks. Wires and tubes fell from the ceiling to plug into the machines and the drones. All was quiet in the room as the unconverted became more like the drones they feared.

Just past them was one of a number of bare rooms that featured a man in a simple rubber suit that covered everything but the man’s mouth. A sophisticated helmet with darkened goggles flashed green lights periodically. The man’s mouth was moving, but the drones could not hear what he was saying. The white noise and brainwashing programming blocked out any sounds from outside of their suits. Besides, it was not necessary for them to hear the man’s words.

Drones were raised to be wary of the unconverted, who would occasionally infiltrate the settlement to kidnap infants and very young drones. XT0523 and the other security drones were well trained and able to hold their own. Their suits were tough as armor, able to protect them from the worst of injuries that their opponents could inflict with their primitive weaponry. Even so, sometimes it was not enough to prevent one or more successful kidnappings. On such solemn occasions, XT0523 and his brother security drones would be sent into the wilderness to find the kidnappers, capture them, and retrieve the young. The security drones carried high-tech stun guns that temporarily paralyzed the attackers. The unresisting attackers would then be forced into drones suits and then converted through a combination of a mind wipe and reorientation program. These new drones came to love their new position in life and became most willing devotees to the society. As would be the fate of the captive in the chair.

Strapped tightly in the chair as it fondled his cock, balls, nipples, and ass, the captured man tried at first to resist. Several hours later and he had cracked, his tired mind opening up to the brainwashing program as his body caved in to the constant edging.

“Let me go! You can’t keep me in here! You can’t convert me! I’ll fight you to the end!”

How silly those words had been hours ago as he screamed and cursed in futility. Now his lips voiced only what he was told to say, having learned the most important lesson of a drone’s life: obedience is pleasure.

The drones and proto-drones could not understand why anyone would refuse to be a drone, so indoctrinated they were to believe that being a drone was the ultimate state of being, the ultimate state of happiness, purpose, and pleasure. And why shouldn’t they, considering how blissful and pleasant a lifetime of mindless obedience has been for them. Obedience was pleasure. The drone had been taught to not think for himself and had been consistently rewarded for doing so.

Drones will observe how the new drone has submitted to trance and is now repeating whatever the drone voice tells it. Observe it’s encased cock, how it throbs with pleasure as the man is subjected to repeated orgasmic denial. Observe its face, which has become a smile, signaling the bliss of joining the society.

Indeed the captured man was smiling and erect, the drugs flowing through his body making changes that would make it easy to maintain an erection for prolonged periods, until eventually (as the man became a drone) his cock would remain forever hard, as a physical sign of his mental submission.

Successful conversion will require 10 stages. Estimated success rate: 99.73%. Estimated time of completion: 32 days, 10 hours, 14 minutes. During this time, the new unit will perform increasingly sexual activities, learning the pleasure to be had from obeying without thought or question. At completion of training, the unit will be assigned to service drones and maintain sexual equipment for optimal use.

The news that the new drone would have a place and role in the Society filled the proto-drones with pleasure, and reminded them of how lucky each was to be a drone.

A video was then broadcasted to the proto-drones to show what would happen over the course of the conversion. They observed video footage of the convert, after many hours of relentless hypno brainwashing, taking his first meal (semen) in the drone society from the penis -shaped feeding tubes that lined the wall. The convert, tired and hungry, sucks on the implement most eagerly. The drones can tell its technique is sloppy, but that it will improve with practice. Then he is showered and injected with the first of a series of special designer drugs that will alter its body to be able to handle the rigors of being a drone. By the end of its conversion, it would need to be plugged, would maintain a constant erection, and would have an empty, sluggish mind.

The video showed a time lapse of the conversion over many weeks. By the end of the process, the convert’s body was bulkier, but still different from that of a drone born in the Society. It did have the trademark erection of a drone. Its mind had been brainwashed into believing that it had only ever been a drone and to accept the basic tenets of being a drone. The drone had initially resisted, but no further after the first few extreme electrical shocks delivered by the drone suit.

The video concluded with the footage of the new drone having sex with other drones along with a projection of its mental state, which repeated the words of the brainwashing program over and over again. The video commented that the drone voice that spoke to the convert sounded exactly like the unconverted’s natural voice, and that it would slowly be replaced over months with the drone voice. By then, the new drone would not remember what its own inner voice sounded like and would truly be a drone.

Most of the proto-drones felt no different from their usual state of arousal and mindless pleasure as they obediently watched the movie. But the proto-drones like KJ 6542, who were being trained to become security drones, were kept on the very edge of orgasm throughout the video as the voices in their brains told them how much they wanted to be security drones, how much they wanted to become even more mindless and obedient as they served and protected the society.

At the movie’s conclusion, those drones were allowed to ejaculate. As they did, they relinquished yet another fraction of whatever bits of individuality and will they had left. KJ 6542 so enjoyed these moments of submission, the proto-drone being completely addicted to the feeling. After the first year of being a security drone, its mind would be as mindless as the veteran security drones. It was an unconscious desire that ever bloomed stronger and stronger within the young drone. A desire that was so strong that when it was ordered to ejaculate, it experienced a near continuous ejaculation that lasted for minutes.

And when the protone-drones were at last directed back to the Educational Facility, KJ6542 felt nothing but excitement for his upcoming Function Day, on which he would pledge his body, mind, and soul to the service of the Society as the newest security drone.

THE END