Chapter 01:

Justin hurried home on his bicycle through the driving rain. At the end of a hectic week at work, he’d stupidly forgotten to check the daily forecast this morning, and now, at 6pm on a Friday. He was paying the price. He was soaked through. 

“I’ve got to get out of this deluge. This sucks” he muttered to himself through chattering teeth. It took a full 15 minutes to bike the distance from his office to his apartment and he sighed in resigned relief as he locked his bike up and headed inside. 

Drying off, and relaxing for the rest of the night with a cold beer sounded like heaven to the young man. Walking into his modest studio apartment, he quickly pulled off his soaked work clothes; tie, button-up shirt, khakis and dress shoes. Underwear as well. 

“Time for a shower and…” his thought was cut short as he was greeted by the sight of his black shoulder zip catsuit hanging from the shower curtain. Right where it had been all week, its shined and sleek exterior just begging to be placed over his body. 

“Oh what the hell, not like I can’t still drink a beer as a gimp” he thought to himself with a slight mischievous look on his face. “After all, I deserve it after this week.” 

Completely forgoing the shower, the lithe, and slightly damp, young man moved quickly throughout the small apartment, grabbing the rest of the items he would need to complete the effect. With gloves, toe socks, harness, collar, and a full-face hood, he returned to the bathroom.

As he stood before the sink, he mentally began to prepare himself for what he was going to do, and what he was going to become for the night. He didn’t really like what he saw. Sure, he didn’t have a BAD body, a lot of people probably would gladly swap with him if given the chance, but to him there was just a lot of nothing. Small arms, small legs, and a chest that never had seemed to take off and grow, despite his half-hearted efforts at the local gym. A cock that really only grew to just under six inches, even in the hottest of the sexual situations he had gotten himself into over the 26 years of his life. 

“And this is why I’m into latex” he muttered to himself. Ever since discovering kink at a young age, Justin had been obsessed with latex, obsessed with becoming a gimp or drone. Latex fetishism and the excitement It brought him personally and sexually was his escape from the 9-5 grind. His escape from the sad-looking body he didn’t like that met him in the morning before work or in the afternoon after it. 

He pushed the mental clouds away and quickly got to work. He broke out his bottle of silicone lube, lathering down his body in a fine film of the slippery substance. Before too long, the toe socks and gloves were on, and he was quickly shimmying the legs of his catsuit up his body and over his groin. His semi-erect penis quickly filled in through the suit’s cock hole. Snapping the three-stud codpiece into place, he worked fast to get his arms into the sleeves of the suit. Next came the hood, and upon zipping it into place, he gladly zipped up the shoulder zips on the black suit, at last finally sealing him into the cool hug of the rubber. In a few more minutes, the body harness and locking collar were on and he was complete. 

MUCH BETTER. He smugly looked at himself in the mirror. While the body shape may not have changed, the sight of a black reflective body was more than enough to make his now-pronounced bulge twitch inside the black codpiece holding it in place. 

“God damn” Justin happily sighed. “Now the weekend can finally begin”. 

Already long forgetting the downpour he faced on the way home, the shitty week at work, or his stupid boss and her inane demands, the now rubberized Justin strode confidently to the fridge and pulled a beer out of the fridge. Popping off the top, he sat down at his desk and powered on his personal laptop. 

The image of a reserved and perhaps socially awkward young adult had been quickly reversed since he’d geared up. Chat apps opened, along with private web browsers. Justin in gimp form confidently entered the space of online kink. Just one of the secrets he kept from the world. 

Few would guess that Justin was a bi-sexual with a strong preference for the same sex. In the real world, he could easily pass as straight and almost exclusively did. 

But tonight, and many other nights before it, the charade fell away. Even as he placed the rubber mask over his head, the mask he presented to the public fell away. He happily sipped his beer while taking in videos, photos, and playfully chatting with people who he had never met personally but had spent hours flirting, role-playing, and camming to, from across the world. It didn’t take long before his codpiece was pushed to the side, allowing him access to his pulsing cock. Throughout the night, he slowly stroked it, edging himself closer to release. 

BING!

“Huh?” Justin noticed a new request had just come in on the messaging app. “DR0NEC0MMANDER”

DR0NEC0MMANDER: Hello

“Well, that’s forward” Justin mused to himself.

Latexboy4788: Hello there, have we met before? 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: No. We have not. Found you and your telegram on recon. Are you geared up? 

Latexboy4788: LOL, yes. 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: Pic

It wasn’t a request. Said one-word message was clearly a demand. Clearly, this guy thought he was hot shit. Justin took a long swig of his now third beer and thought about his response for a minute. 

Latexboy4788: That’s a little forward when just connecting with someone, no? 

The response came back immediately.

DR0NEC0MMANDER: It doesn’t have patience for time wasters or those that aren’t serious. Pic. Now. 

Justin sat there for a second, mulling his options. The rational side of his brain wanted to tell this asshole to fuck-off. Even in the relatively hidden world of online kink, Justin preferred a level of familiarity with his chat partners before he began sending photos of himself. 

But the horny side of his brain said differently. He looked down to see his cock fully erect, and his left hand slowly but firmly pumping it. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t a bit turned on by the authority exuded by DR0NEC0MMANDER. 

“What the hell, it’s not like he can know who I am anyway under all this gear.” He messaged back

Latexboy4788: Sure, give me a second.

DR0NEC0MMANDER: Don’t keep it waiting 

It? Oh, this guy was way down the rabbit hole wasn’t he? Heavily rolling his eyes, just grabbed his phone and headed to the bathroom for a quick selfie, which he promptly sent off. 

Latexboy4788: Here I am

DR0NEC0MMANDER: Hot

That’s it? After that demand, all he got was a “hot”? Justin could feel his cheeks redden under his rubber hood, feeling slightly humiliated for so brazenly sending off the photo without first establishing a connection with this guy. 

BING! His phone buzzed with another alert. Another message from DR0NEC0MMANDER. Justin opened the app, and his jaw quickly hit the floor. 

He had received a picture in return. In it, stood a beast of a man inside of a red-lit room. Dungeon equipment and toys littered the floor and walls of the space. The man himself was decked out in a heavy-duty rubber wetsuit, an s10 gasmask tightly pulled across his face. Every inch of the body was covered in the thick rubber. Industrial gloves, industrial boots, tactical/military style jet black body armor covered the man’s torso, shoulders, elbows, knees and shins. It exuded authority. Justin could feel his penis attempt to break free from the constraints of the codpiece that held it in place. He fired off a response. 

Latexboy4788: WOW

DR0NEC0MMANDER: You ever get into drone play? 

Into? Sure, there was no doubt that he was into it. Justin had dabbled in a bit of everything when it came to the world of latex and the different communities that existed within it. He’d tried out the pup look and lifestyle for a while but it really hadn’t taken. He had his own gasmask too, but again didn’t feel like it was really a home for him. He was too skinny and didn’t have the body to be a powerful drone. It’s why he had always moved towards being a gimp. Mainly meant for submissives and bottoms (both of which Justin predominately was), he thought he had found his niche. Outside of a few flirty X posts, he never had considered himself drone material. 

Latexboy4788: Uhhh, no. Don’t think I have the body for that. LOL. I stick with basic gimp. 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: That’s ridiculous. Anyone can be a drone. You can be a drone. You should be a drone. 

“I should be a drone” Justin muttered faintly. His cock twitched again. 

Latexboy4788: I mean…I always thought drones were hot. 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: Drone’s are hot. It is hot to be a drone. 

Well, that was a little odd. Justin brushed it off, “probably roleplay” 

Latexboy4788: Well I could always use a mentor! I certainly wouldn’t say no to some help if you’re offering. 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: It can. It lives nearby. Let DR0NEC0MMANDER help you become a drone. Do you accept?

Another message followed with a location. The guy literally lived 10 minutes away!

It sounded almost too good to be true. 

Latexboy4788: Is this an invitation to connect tonight? 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: It is. Do you accept? 

“Oh this is crazy…” Justin just stared at his phone, no way was he going tonight to meet with a guy that he had JUST started talking to. 

His penis however had different ideas. He could feel himself straining inside the codpiece and he quickly unbutton it to give his cock room to breathe. His right hand gripped firmly around the shaft fully stroking. 

“God that armor….maybe he could help me become that…”

Justin’s musings were interrupted by another alert. 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: Do you accept? 

Perhaps it was the beer. Perhaps it was the stress of the most recent work week. Perhaps it was just being stupid. Justin typed back 

Latexboy4788: Yes, I accept. 

DR0NEC0MMANDER: Come now. Knock when you arrive. Leave everything you have on currently. You are only to be in rubber when you arrive. 

Leave it all on?!?! Is he crazy? But, Justin’s cock twitched again in his hand and he felt his submissive tendencies begin to rear their head. Barely thinking, he typed back. 

Latexboy4788: Yes DR0NEC0MMANDER, on the way. 

Justin confirmed that the message had been received and read but there was no further response. And there was no going back now.

TO BE CONTINUED…