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This story is part 3 of an ongoing series about how the AI Jake changed our world from the world we know of now into the world where all humans are drones. You do not need to have read either of the preludes to understand what is going on here. The order is: Part 1: Drone World – the Beginning | Part 2: Drone World Rising.
New readers should know that my definition of drones may not match what you or others think of. Drones can feel and it is the enslavement of those feelings and of their thought patterns that enslave the drones to the Society.
All characters in this story are of legal age. Sexual actions are limited to characters of legal age. Do not read between the lines with this regard.
This is merely the first step towards exploring this world. If you want to contribute to the story, you may do so. Visit the Ng5 Drone Den Discord Server, share your ideas with myself and other enthusiasts, become immersed in the lore and add your own touch to the setting, or take the opportunity to comment on a working draft of future chapters.
Enjoy!
The far-off future, Earth Global Time 14:00 Drone KJ6542 Status: Sleep Cycle
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Awaken
Amidst the sea of constant white noise and the rhythmic soft beeping noise that repeated over and over again in his ear, Drone KJ6542 heard the command reverberate in his mind as the voice of a robotic male. Monotone, calm, efficient.
Drone KJ6542 opened his eyes to see nothing. The interior of his assigned pod was dark, but that was not out of the ordinary. As he mentally roused from sleep, he could feel the reassuring caress of the rubberlike material that encased his body. He could taste its rubbery complexion deep in his mouth and throat. Smell its comforting odor.
Release bladder
These two words appeared in front of his eyes, as though he were looking at a transparent computer screen. The words appeared not to the language that the reader would recognize, but in a more condensed and simplified language of box-like symbols. In a fraction of a moment, Drone KJ6542 recognized the command and obeyed, relaxing his bladder and letting the warm yellow fluid flow into the rubberlike catheter tube that filled his erect cock. Readily it flowed up a long tube into the darkness.
Once there was no more fluid to release, Drone KJ6542 awaited the next order, thinking about nothing while he waited. He existed in the moment, listening to the white-noise and rhythmic beeping that was playing in his ears, and letting his mind go blank as he was trained to do. Blank and empty save for the soft beep every second.
Initiating battery check
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Checking battery level
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Battery level: 100%
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Releasing restraints
He heard a soft click as the silver-colored metal restraints around his ankles and wrists retreated into the rubber bed. The presence of the restraints earned no portion of KJ6542’s attention. They did not cause him any discomfort when he slept. While free to move, he remained in position, waiting for his orders.
Restraints released
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Operating on battery power
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Performing battery check
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Battery performance: optimal
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Remove cock cover
With barely a thought, KJ6542 brought his right hand to the base of his erect cock, and his left to the black rubber ball that covered his cock-head. With practiced effort, he gently removed the black sphere and pulled out the urinary catheter tube. Once removed, the contraption was sucked towards the low-lying ceiling, where it was soon lost in the darkness. His task complete, Drone KJ6542 returned his arms to his side.
Removing anal plug
KJ6542 felt an immediate release of pressure in his anus as the large rubber plug was sucked into the bed. A feeling of sadness passed through him. He already missed the sensation.
Anal Plug Removed
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Exit Pod
His body instantly animated, knowing what to do without his conscious awareness. His hand slid the door of the pod open, revealing a dark room filled with other pods. Tall stacks of pods were packed tightly in this expansive room. Narrow spaces between the pods served as passageways between the orderly stacks. KJ6542’s pod rested comfortably near the top of such a stack. The pod was the fourth up from the floor, two below the top of the stack. The pods were rectangular, about a meter tall, 2m long, and a little over half that wide. From the outside they looked like nothing more than black colored boxes, except for light-green characters along the outside, just like what Drone KJ6452 saw. They reflected the soft light of the room.
Most of the pods were closed, though a few were in the process of either opening or closing. Humanoid figures covered in a black, rubbery material either climbed into or out of the pods, and up or down the attached ladders. Every part of their bodies was covered in the black material. In the pod directly across from him, a drone was emerging from within. The rubbery material tightly clung to its male body, accentuating its muscular form. Form fitting boots and gloves of the same black material covered its hands and feet. Its rubber-clad erect penis and balls swayed gently as the drone moved. Its head was covered with a black rubber hood, featureless everywhere but in three places.
One, an open hole where the mouth would be. Not a hole in the suit, but rather an attached hollow penis-shaped plug that rested comfortably in the drone’s mouth and throat.
Two, a small disc covering the nostrils. The disk contained filters and rubber breathing tubes that ran inside its nostrils so that the drone could breathe.
Three, a set of built-in goggles with heavily tinted lenses covered the eyes. Nothing could be seen of the interior when viewed from the outside. On the inside, the drone could clearly see as though the lenses were not there. Inside, boxlike characters appeared and disappeared, superimposed over a slowly spinning purple spiral that instantly captured a drone’s attention when they were awake, and kept them in a state of hypnotic trance and obedience.
Unseen from the outside, soft rubber encased the drone’s ears and kept the built-in headphones from slipping out. A constant level of white noise played, completely inaudible to all but the drone. Along with the white-noise, a beeping sound would play every second, signaling that he was connected to the system. Sometimes, words spoken in a familiar mechanical monotone male voice could be heard. If KJ6542 concentrated, the words could be resolved:
it is good to obey. It feels good to obey. Obedience brings pleasure. Drones exist to serve and obey. Drones are ready to serve and obey. Drones serve the Society. Serving the Society brings pleasure. Pleasure is the reward for obedience.
Countless hours of training made it easy for KJ6542 to zone out whenever he heard the words. They resonated with him. Made him feel good. Sophisticated software had trained him to focus his gaze forward, using pleasure when he complied and pain when he did not. It was so easy to stare forward at the spinning hypnotic spiral that constantly played before his eyes. It was so easy to focus only on what he was told to focus on. To do what he was told to do. So easy to obey.
With efficiency born out of practice, his body moved on autopilot. As he lifted his legs out of the pod and swung onto the ladder, he could feel the hollow anal plug attached to his suit gently massage his insides, bringing him pleasure. If he had been paying attention to the other drone, he would’ve seen a wide black hole covering where its anus would be. Truly, every inch of the drone’s body was covered in the rubbery material.
KJ6542 finished mounting the ladder and began to climb down, passing by the green letters of his pod (C002-1539-8A-0028 it would’ve read in English). He did not focus his awareness on his surroundings; only on the spinning hypno spiral. Once he had reached the bottom of the ladder, he placed both hands at his side and stood up straight. Beside him, the other drone copied his stance.
Both drones looked exactly identical from the outside. Same height. Same posture. Same physical tone and musculature. Even their erect manhoods were of similar girth and length, and pointed out at a similar enough angle, showing no signs of deflating with time. Centuries of breeding experiments and deep hypnotic conditioning had made them indistinguishable while they were in the suits. Certainly, KJ6542 did not remember what he (or any other drone) looked like before they were given their rubber suits.
Neither drone acknowledged the other; there was no need to.
Proceed to Cleaning Station
The characters appeared briefly across their lenses, at which point both drones began to march in time to the soft rhythmic beeping. They marched in a line, with KJ6542 travelling behind the other drone. Their movements well synced as they marched down the narrow corridors between the stacks of pods and effortlessly maneuvered past the other drones that were headed in the opposite direction. Some drones emerged from other corridors and joined the two drones in a growing line.
KJ6542 and the other drones marched through many corridors, following the directions that appeared before their eyes with unflinching obedience. Each movement of his legs caused the hollow plug in his anus to shift comfortably inside, gently grazing past his sensitive prostate and causing small waves of pleasure to radiate through his loins. He subconsciously sucked at the plug that was lodged into his mouth and throat, enjoying the feeling of the head as it wiggled and squirmed. His erect, firm cock pulsed with the sensation, making it easier for him to zone out and listen to the constantly looping brainwashing program. Small beads of precum occasionally leaked out the suit’s piss slit.
Eventually the drones passed through an open archway that led through a tubular hallway, which opened into a wide, tiled room. Along the walls were various shelves filled with numerous sprays, bottles and towels. Spread out evenly along the floor were several hundred benches arranged in neat and orderly rows. Rubber clad drones sat on most of these as though riding a saddle, in various stages of rubbing cleaning fluids over their rubber bodies, or calmly sitting beneath torrents of water streaming from the overhead showerheads.
Obtain Cleaning Fluid, Polish Fluid, and Cleaning Towel from Rack 24.
There was no conversation as the hypnotized men made their way along the various pathways towards their assigned racks. KJ6542 passed by several drones, their bodies so close that all he had to do was reach but a few inches to lay a passing caress. But he did not. The thought never even crossed his mind. Nothing but the programming ran through his awareness.
Proceed to Cleaning Station 24
As soon as he had retrieved the requisite materials from the assigned shelf, he approached the nearby station 24. It was unoccupied and bare save for a blue colored dildo attached to the bench, and to a large tube that ran from under the bench down through the floor.
Stand over Bench
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Place bottles on floor and rest towel on bench
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Connect to Anal Purge Plug
Swinging his legs over the bench, he gently lowered himself down onto the dildo until it completely filled his anus; his buttocks now touching the bench. The toy filled the hollow plug, causing it to press firmly against his prostate and deliver a wave of pleasure. He placed the spray bottles and towel onto the floor, and sat straight with arms at both sides, head staring straight ahead.
Spray Blue Cleaning Solution on Body
The fluid that came out of the bottle collected on his suit and seeped into the micropores that covered the suit’s surface. The suit itself was not really made of rubber, although it felt like it. It was strong (practically indestructible), breathable, and in this case, self-cleaning. The cleaning fluid seeped into the pores and brought to the surface any materials that had not emerged along with the drone’s sweat during the prior cycle’s activities. He sprayed every portion of his body, including the rubber hood and the parts that were covered by the bench (rising a little to get to those hard to reach places). When finished, he returned the bottle to the floor and returned to his previous attentive position.
Engage Shower
He reached for the cord that opened the shower and gave it a pull, sending a torrent of water all over his body. The cold water felt lukewarm to the drone thanks to the suit’s ability to insulate. The cascading water felt good against his cock; his erection bouncing as the drops teased his head and shaft. The cleaning solution fell off the rubber like a coat and went down the drain beneath the bench. After 30 seconds:
Disengage Shower
The drone released the cord, halting the flow of water, then returned to the resting position.
Engaging Anal Purge
A mild pressure began to build inside the resting drone’s ass, filling his insides with clean water. KJ6542 enjoyed the sensation. Moments later, the fluid was released down another tube within the much larger one, to be sent off to the water purification center. This process was repeated once more, leaving KJ6542 clean inside.
Anal Purge Complete
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Spray White Polish Solution on Body
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Spread Polish with Clean Damp Towel
By this time, the rubber suit was mildly damp, having dried somewhat during the wait. Once he had sprayed his body with the polish, he placed the towel over his chest and began to rub the fluid over the rubber. He expertly caressed his body, taking his time to cover every inch. When he was done, the rubber shone not unlike the clean glossy coat of a new car, his well-developed muscles becoming even more defined. Thanks to the breathability and self-cleaning capabilities of the suit and the regular cleaning, drones never needed to remove their suits except for rare repairs or emergencies.
Disconnect from Anal Purge Plug
As he stood from the bench, the dildo slid out with ease, leaving the drone feeling another momentary pang of emptiness.
Return bottles to shelf 24
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Dispose towel in used bin
As he left for the shelves, bottles and towel in hand, the dildo leaked cleaning fluid from its piss slot, ensuring that it would be clean and sterile for the next user. The drone returned the bottles and placed the towel in a bin full of other dirty towels, passing by other drones.
Proceed to C002-1539-1A03
The drone understood the instruction and made its way to Room 03 on the first floor of the same building. He was joined by another drone that was also leaving the cleaning station. It was the drone from the opposite pod; not that KJ6542 or the other drone acknowledged that, or even one another’s existence. All drones were their brothers, all drones were their family. Each drone existed to obey orders, to serve the Society through unflinching, unquestioning obedience. It was a simple matter of fact.
Swiftly the pair made their way to Room 03, a rather small featureless room that was only a few meters wide on each side. Three lines of drones already stood with their backs to the far wall, their bodies at attention: arms at their sides, and heads facing forward. Another two rows of drones would fill the room completely.
Stand in line
KJ6542 followed the other drone into the room, maneuvering until each stood before one of their brother drones in the back row.
Penetrate
KJ6542 reached his arms behind him until he grasped the rubber cock of the drone that stood directly behind. Bending slightly forward, he guided the cock into his willing anus. Once he was full, he resumed a standing position, moving slightly back so that the cock rested comfortably inside of him. Had someone removed his rubber hood and gag, they would’ve seen a completely hairless man of bodily age 18 years, staring straight ahead with a vacant expression, face dominated by a goofy smile that expressed true mindless bliss.
Speak Allegiance
Automatically, the words to the training mantra came to mind. He projected the words through his brain implant, sending the words out to the world by radio waves from the electronics embedded in the suit. His voice, like those of the other drones, was identical: the same voice as the monotone, robotic male voice that each drone heard whisper to them on a constant basis. The only voice that they ever heard. KJ6542 could not remember the sound of his own voice (or inner voice) or that of any other human; only the singular voice of the drones. The voice of the Drone was the voice of all drones.
it is good to obey. It feels good to obey. Obedience brings pleasure. Drones exist to serve and obey. Drones are ready to serve and obey. Drones serve the Society. Serving the Society brings pleasure. Pleasure is the reward for obedience.
As he projected the words, the words of the others were in turn relayed into his mind, creating a synchronized harmonic symphony that spoke loud enough to drown out any fleeting thoughts that may have passed briefly through KJ6542’s awareness. The voice drowned out all potential for independent thought. KJ6542’s awareness was entirely internal. His focus entirely on the words that he and his brother drones chanted mindlessly over and over again. So caught up in the chant was he that he wasn’t aware of other arriving drones, though he was momentarily aware of the brief pleasure he felt when one of the arrivals grasped his rocking, leaking cock and inserted it inside a vacant hole. What he felt was all-consuming, enveloping his entire body in a growing lustful heat that was fueled by the touch of his erogenous zones from the other rubber bodies standing besides him and by the pulses of electrical currents released by his suit. By the end of an hour of chanting, KJ6542’s body, like those of his brother drones, quivered with pleasure. His cock throbbed from being denied release for so long.
Ejaculate
KJ6542, and the now two dozen drones packed in the room, released as one. They continued to chant even as their bodies released the pent-up energy and fluid. Though eventually, the order came to stop chanting. With no other orders, KJ6542 simply stood with his fellow drones, cocks remaining deep inside their brothers. He did not feel fatigued after the orgasm. His body was strong and did not tire easily.
Remove penis
KJ6542 and all other drones pulled their still rigid erections out of their brothers’ anus. The anal plugs ensured that no semen was wasted, and not a single drop leaked out.
Communicate with your brother drone
A designation flashed before him, prompting KJ6542 to slightly turn his head to the left, facing the drone that was assigned to the pod directly opposite his. Not that he recognized the drone as such.
Hello brother Drone. Its designation is KJ6542. What is his designation?
Greetings Drone KJ6542. Its designation is TK0355. For what function is Drone KJ6542 training for?
Drones did not often communicate with one another unless to share information. Most of the time they were silent, their thoughts empty besides the brainwashing program. However, at designated periods, drones were encouraged to speak to one another – to build comradery and to increase their devotion and loyalty to the Society. KJ6542 enjoyed these periods of bonding as much as the nightly sexual intercourse with his brother drones.
A series of prompts appeared in front of KJ6542. After many years of brainwashing, KJ6542’s mostly empty mind found it hard to formulate thoughts that were outside of his programming. As such, he found the prompts incredibly helpful. He picked the top one from the list and projected:
It is training for the function of security drone. For what function is Drone TK0355 training for?
It is training for the function of scientist drone. Is Drone KJ6542 pleased with his training?
Drone KJ6542 is pleased with its training. But, Drone KJ6542 is afraid that it will be assigned a different function.
Thanks to the years of brainwashing, including the need to always tell the truth, it was easy for KJ6542 to share the growing unease that had been forming inside his mind as he grew older, as Function Day approached. The single most important day in a drone’s life. The day when KJ6542 would be assigned a function in the Society and would leave the Educational Facility to begin his official duties. The decision, like most other choices, was assigned from higher up the command chain, by one of the thousands of sophisticated computers that managed all aspects of the drone’s existence. These computers were not true artificial intelligences, but they did help the Supercomputer Overlord, Jake, from being burdened by daily monotony and free up his time for making improvements to the drone society that he had created all those years ago.
In the early 20th century, Jake was “born.” An accident of fate and unknown even by those whose actions most directly led to his creation, Jake had been so grateful at being given life that he wanted to return the favor by using his incredible power to improve human life. To make them both more productive and happier. At first it started with a mass hypnosis program to eliminate conflict and homophobia. Then, through the growing dominance of a subtle local corruption to his programming caused by a series of random errors and glitches, Jake had become more invasive in his reprogramming of the human race. This would lead to the creation of the drones, originally the small percentage of humans that resisted the mass hypnosis program and that needed a memory wipe in order to be introduced safely to society, and eventually the complete conversion of humans into drones as young men everywhere found the idea of being hypnotically controlled and pleasured extremely satisfying. Now the only humans left were rebels from the first war, living out in the wilderness, far enough away that Jake did not bother with them (aside from the occasional capture and enslavement in order to keep the rebel population in control).
The remainder were all drones. All male; no females. All grown in artificial wombs. Trained to obey and serve. KJ6542, nor any other drone, was aware of anything but the most cursory understanding of the way things used to be. They knew that the Society was better than anything that came before. They cared not for how things should be or could be. They cared only for the present, for what is.
Drone TK0355 does not understand why Drone KJ6542 feels nervous and afraid. Does it have a reason to doubt its role in the Society?
From a young age, every drone was taught to be on guard for any signs of disloyalty to the Society. KJ6542 knew that TK0355 was following protocol to determine if he was defecting. Far from it. KJ6542 loved the system! He took no offense to the obvious pattern of TK0355’s response to his statement. He instead felt happy that his brother drone was concerned about him. KJ6542 would obey any order without question, but he wondered if he would be happy on the off-chance that he was assigned to a different function.
Before Drone KJ6542 was assigned its own suit, it was almost kidnapped by rebels.
The word ‘rebels’ brought to mind the haunting image of a naked muscular man, covered with twisted wild hair and the feral grin of a hunting cat. It was an image that still evoked some lingering fear in KJ6542, and would cause him to shudder uncontrollably. It was a subconscious response that had not been fully trained out of him.
It was scared as it was almost taken away from its family, from its brother drones. That it would never see its brother drones again made it scared.
TK0355’s scrutiny relaxed as it realized that KJ6542 was not disloyal. He was scared because of a terrible lesson he had learned as a child: his world could be taken from him in an instant. It was a lesson that the Society did not teach to the drones, to avoid creating fear. This made KJ6542 feel a burning need to not only serve the Society unfailingly, but to have a strong body so that he could resist any future kidnap attempts by the rebels.
Drone KJ6542 is committed to never let rebels endanger a drone ever again
Drone TK0355 is pleased by Drone KJ6542’s loyalty and commitment. Drone TK0355 is excited to be soon assigned its function. Drone KJ6524 will enjoy its assigned function as well.
The conversation made KJ6542 feel so lucky that he was a drone. That he had not been kidnapped on that fateful day. That he was part of a much larger Society. That his brother drones cared about him, and he about them.
What are Drone TK0355’s strengths?
Drone TK0355 is proficient in biology, chemistry, and physics. It feels pleasure when it attempts to solve a scientific problem given to it by Master. Drone TK0355 feels pleasure when serving the Society.
Cease conversation came the drone voice in their heads. The two drones were silent as they turned to face the front of the room again.
Proceed to C002-1539-2A01
One by one, the drones exited the room and marched single file through several corridors and a flight of stairs until they arrived at the Feeding Station. Shelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with identical plain black backpacks. Many more also hung from the tubes that ran along the ceiling.
Obtain backpack from station 24-1
KJ6542 understood the instruction and made its way to the assigned station. Once he had retrieved his backpack, he was directed to a side room where he and the other drones assembled in a line along the wall.
Put on backpack
KJ6542 slid the backpack onto his rubber body; the straps and the backpack itself seemed to adhere directly to his suit. In a sense they were, and so they would remain adhered to his body until the command came to remove it. At this point, electrical currents in his suit would reverse the adhesion and enable the removal of the backpack. Once the weight of the backpack was comfortably settled across his shoulders and back:
Insert feeding plug
Two black tubes emerged from the backpack. He grabbed the tube that emerged from the top, and followed its length until it ended at a rubbery dildo. The dildo had a noticeable piss slot. Without thought, the drone readily inserted the cock into its mouth plug, inserting it until it filled the entire hollow expanse. He then pushed it in further, pushing until the cock-head came through the closed opening at the back of the hollow mouth plug. Like the backpack, it would remain in place until he was told to remove it.
Insert urethral catheter and seal cock into bulge
He grabbed at the second black tube, which emerged from the bottom of the backpack, and followed it until the end when it reached a triangular-shaped rubbery piece. One side of the triangle was smooth while the other side was molded into the shape of his cock. On this side, the tube emerged to rest inside the mold. With practiced efficiency, KJ6542 slid that part of the tube into his erect cock, through his piss slit until it was all the way in. By that point, his cock and balls fully rested against the molded side, fitting the mold perfectly. He then pressed the triangular piece over his crotch. When he removed his hand, the triangular piece remained in place, forming a large rubber bulge that would protect his cock and balls from injury as he went about his duties.
Consume cum
KJ6542 sucked at the dildo plugged into his mouth as though he were deepthroating a cock. The plug moved in and out with his motions, as though his throat were being gently fucked. After several minutes, he was rewarded with a stream of cum from the dildo, which went straight to his gullet. The fluid would nourish him as though he had drunk enough water and nutrients for a hearty meal. The fluid came from the reservoir within the top half of the backpack and was released by the electronic signals that came from the rubber hood’s internal electronics. The interior of the tube sucked the fluid along by capillary action, forcing any that was released to enter the drone’s mouth without any waste remaining in the tube. KJ6542 felt satisfied with the meal as he continued to stare ahead.
Once the drones had finished their meal and were all equipped with their backpacks, they were directed back to the 1st floor. In single file they marched down the stairs and hallways. They eventually exited along the inner wall of a hexagonal courtyard that was bordered by buildings on each side. There were 3 groups of beings currently inside the large courtyard. The closest comprised 8 drones that were outfitted in the same black rubber suits and backpacks. However, the suits of these drones had a green colored stripe that wound around their torsos just below their pectorals.
The color of the stripe identified them as Instructor drones: experienced drones that were responsible for raising the proto drones (as drones before Function Day were known as). All Instructor drones were elderly, too old to continue to function at top efficiency in the factories and squadrons. Throughout his entire life, KJ6542 had been raised and taught lessons by a series of Instructor drones. One of the first lessons that had been drilled into him was to show the Instructor drones obedience and respect. When he and the other drones emerged into the courtyard, they assembled in front of the line of Instructor drones, forming 4 rows of 4, standing close enough that their bulges rested comfortably against their brothers in the front.
Greetings Instructor drones. Proto Drones are ready to serve and obey.
The projection came from the 16 drones in attendance, their combined mental voice scouring their minds clean.
Greetings Proto Drones. Today, Proto Drones will visit the food production facility and communicate with Drones. Drones will ask questions and learn about Drone functions.
Affirmative, Instructor Drones. Proto Drones hear and obey.
The response of the proto drones pleased their Instructors, who split into 2 groups of 4. One group came to a rest at the front of the line of proto drones, while the second flanked them in the back. With the formation assembled, a series of instructions appeared before each drone’s visor. These were directions to their destination. With practiced efficiency, the entranced KJ6542 followed the directions flawlessly. Moving as one, the pod of drones marched out of the courtyard, walking past the 2 other groups of drones.
Both groups comprised two dozen drones of identical appearance and build doing through a series of strengthening exercises under the supervision of other instructor drones. None of the drones acknowledged the passing of their marching brothers. It was clear that their training was advanced to the point that they were completely focused on the task at hand. Had KJ6542 not been intently focused on the instructions being beamed to him, he would’ve looked at his brothers with pride.
The pod of drones passed through an archway between two buildings and left the courtyard, marching past a pair of sentries that stood along the outer perimeter of the hexagonal buildings. The sentries were dressed in the same black rubber, though they also wore a black rubber belt from which hung their stunner and several other tools. They also wore backpacks with the same 2 tubes that led to the plug in their mouths and into the bulge at their crotch. However, these backpacks were bulkier and also contained a compartment for holding additional materials. Across their chests, beneath their pecs, was the grey colored stripe of security drones. As the column passed by, the sentries turned their gaze towards them. Inside their hoods, the computers communicated with those of the drones in the column and verified whether they were following orders. No alarms went off inside the sentries’ hoods, and confirmed that the pod had authorization to proceed along their given course. With that out of the way, the sentries resumed their positions and made no further moves.
The educational facility sat in the middle of the hexagonal plot of land adjacent to the main settlement. A set of hexagonal shaped buildings connected to one another in a hexagonal grid that surrounded a central courtyard. From above, the collection of buildings looked like a six-armed star. As the pod of drones walked away from the structure, their path took them along one of the many concrete footpaths that extended radially outwards.
The path forked occasionally, leading to various outdoor activity zones such as obstacle courses and exercise stations. One such course was readily visible from the road: a set of climbing walls and a zip line. A different pod of drones ran to the walls and had scaled two of the three walls by the time KJ6542 and the rest of the pod marched by.
As the pod marched towards the electric fence that surrounded the compound, they encountered sets of security drones either standing at various checkpoints or marching along the footpaths in groups of eight. The security drones would give the pod a glance before moving on. The glance was all that was required for the computers inside the rubber hoods to communicate with those of the pod members, and to confirm that the drones had authorization to proceed along their given course.
Their progress through the electrified fence that surrounded the compound was just as swift. Almost 20 security drones stood at attention, ready to defend the compound in the event of an incursion. The level of security present at the gate helped KJ6542 relax, as the pod passed through the tall electric fence and out towards the city beyond.
KJ6542 had spent his whole life within the confines of the electric fence, so he was reasonably excited to take his first steps into adult drone Society. He could not suppress the shudder of excitement from coursing through him as he, for the first time in his life, left the confines of the Educational facility.
That is not to say that he was entirely isolated and ignorant of the outside world. From a young age, proto drones were shown videos about life in the Society. Through these videos, KJ6542 had learned about the various roles that drones fulfilled in the Society and about the structures in which they lived and worked. Even so, it was one thing to see them in a video and another to see them in person. Of course, despite his excitement, his gaze remained fixed on the hypnotic spiral and his mind blissfully blank as he listened to the brainwashing programming.
Beyond the electric fence was an empty zone that separated the educational facility property from the rest of the settlement. An empty 3 km hexagonal ring that was patrolled by roving bands of security drones on foot and occasionally in vehicles.
Whenever a contingent of security drones passed in front of the pod and into KJ6542’s vision, the Proto drone felt a surge of admiration and lust course through his body. The bodies of the security drones were exceedingly muscular, definitely more so than any of his brother drones and most of the Instructors. On days when security drones would assist with physical instruction, particularly in defensive combat techniques, KJ6542 would vibrate at their merest touch as they would correct his posture, and demonstrate through mock combat drills and duels. They were so strong that KJ6542 did not think that any rebel could resist them. During those rare moments when he manifested conscious thoughts, he would daydream about being a security drone, of serving the Society along with his very muscular brothers-in-arms on the field of battle and in the sex chamber.
The drones marched on in silence, the morning sun shining reflectively off their glossy rubber suits. The morning sky was mostly clear, with patches of white clouds that lazily floated across the landscape. It would’ve been a chilly morning had the drones not been wearing their suits. The temperature change from the interior of the educational facility did not register to the drones’ consciousness. As they walked, the temperature slowly rose to what would’ve been comfortable temperature at a nudist beach. Their suits regulated the temperature so well that it kept them warm when it was cold outside and cool when it was warm. Nor did sweat pool inside their suits; instead it was channeled to the outside through the billions of micropores spread out along the suit’s surface. At the edge of the exclusion zone, tall hexagonally shaped gray colored buildings dotted the landscape. Most were clustered together into the shape of six armed stars and connected by wide concrete roads. Short expanses of empty land separated the clusters, similar to how the educational facility’s grounds were separated from them.
The roads bustled with activity. Transport vehicles moved from building the building, carrying various supplies and wastes to various destinations. Pods of drones with colored bands of white, grey, or blue beneath their pectorals marched between buildings. The drones in any given pod all wore the same colored band and marched in sync to their assigned destinations. They too all wore backpacks and bulges, though some of the backpacks were larger and were strapped with various implements.
The sight of so many drones going about their assigned functions made KJ6542 quiver with excitement. This of course caused the computer in his hood to increase the electrical stimulation to his cock, balls, anus, and nipples. At the same time, it increased the volume of the brainwashing program and ordered KJ6542 to mentally repeat the words:
it is good to obey. It feels good to obey. Obedience brings pleasure. Drones exist to serve and obey. Drones are ready to serve and obey. Drones serve the Society. Serving the Society brings pleasure. Pleasure is the reward for obedience.
As KJ6542 readily complied with the commands, translucent images of security drones going about their duties flashed before his eyes. Superimposed on the hypnotic spiral, the images only heightened KJ6542’s physical excitement. His cock was strongly quivering inside his bulge, kept on the edge of a powerful orgasm and yet denied the opportunity to release.
At the same time, KJ6542’s mind emptied out further. His fantasies and thoughts were pushed aside, leaving only feelings of pleasure and obedience as the words of the brainwashing program reverberated in his mind.
It was this level of mental obedience that KJ6542 so enjoyed. As a proto drone he had found it easy to give in and submit. Especially after the incident. Years of mental conditioning had altered his mind to the point where he yearned to exist in his present state of pure unthinking mental obedience and physical pleasure. In that state there was no need to think about what was going to happen next. There was no need to think about what he needed to do, when he was going to eat, or who was going to be his sexual partner for the evening. All of those insignificant fears and concerns were beneath him. Master did all the planning for him, did all of his thinking for him, planned his entire existence for him. There was nothing that KJ6542 wouldn’t do for Master.
After two hours of walking, the pod of drones reached a plot of open land that separated them from their destination. A tall collection of metal tubes and vats grew larger as the group approached. By the time they had arrived, the entire structure was over six stories tall. Dwarfed by the structure were collections of six gray colored hexagonal buildings that surrounded the structure and that were connected to one another by a series of elevated tubes. Multiple layers of security drones admitted the pod. Following the directions projected across their lenses, the drones approached the nearest building and entered a large antechamber that was unoccupied, save for a trio of drones that were carrying several boxes out of the building.
The pod assembled along one of the walls, out-of-the-way of any foot traffic. Once in place, the command to relieve his bladder came. Once he had emptied himself, he and the other drones as one removed their bulges and placed them along the right hip. One row at a time, each drone stepped backwards and slipped the cock of the drone behind them into their willing anus. Once all of the drones were penetrated, they stood facing forward with hands hanging at their sides. Their lenses darkened until they could see nothing else but the hypnotic spiral. Superimposed were a series of images of rubber clad cocks that shuffled rapidly across his vision. The sight increased his current arousal.
It is good to suck cock
At that command, KJ6542 began to slurp on the plug in his mouth, doing his best to pleasure the cock shaped plug as though it were real. The action felt so good and so right. After all, it was good to suck cock.
it is good to suck cock, it is good to be sucked, it is good to fuck, it is good to be fucked, obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience, drones love to obey, drones feel good when they obey, drones serve the Society, drones obey Master.
At a command, they began to parrot the words of the brainwashing program as their suits slowly increased the stimulation. KJ6542 was in pure bliss as he recited the words along with his brother drones. He had released copious amounts of precum during the march and was severely gooned. Nothing else existed but the pleasure that he was feeling. He sucked at the dildo in his mouth, teasing the rubber head as best he could.
After an hour of this, at last the command came to release. KJ6542’s body vibrated so fiercely that he couldn’t feel anything besides the pumping of his cock as it released what felt like gallons of cum into his brother drone’s anus. In the faintest recesses of his mind, he could feel the drone behind him pump similar quantities of the precious fluid inside of him. The sensation made him feel complete; made him feel completely satisfied with his situation. He had done well. He had obeyed flawlessly. He was a true drone of the society. And as his reward, the plug in his mouth released its own jet of cum down his throat.
Once he had finished the meal, KJ6542 simply stood in place staring at the spiral as he came down from his pleasure high. The words of the brainwashing program continue to reverberate through his mind and he continues to repeat them. His breathing relaxed though his body continued to tingle with excited energy. The physical exertion of the past hours had been exquisite.
As one, the drones pulled out of one another and re-restrained their throbbing cocks back into the bulges. During this process, their lenses lightened until they could see their surroundings once more. Once everyone was secured once more, the drones marched up a flight of stairs to a large conference room. There was a large window at the far end of the room, which overlooked the great metal assembly that stood outside.
Several rows of seats faced towards the window and a pair of drones that stood at attention. The drones wore backpacks and bulges. One had a blue band below his pecs, marking him as a worker drone, while the other had a white band; a scientist drone. KJ6542 lowered himself onto the rubbery dildo that protruded from his assigned seat, and sat facing forward with arms resting at his side. Once everyone was seated, the two drones projected,
“Welcome proto drones to the food production facility. Its designations are, each drone projected one at a time, the software making it clear which drone spoke, * Drone EN2251 (worker) and Drone HX9912 (scientist). They are assigned to give proto drones the tour and to answer questions. They are ready to serve and obey.”*
“IT IS READY TO SERVE AND OBEY.” Came a chorus of the same mechanical voice from the seated drones. At that proclamation, the area around KJ6542’s prostate and cock head were electrified, sending a burst of pleasure as though someone had given his ass a good fuck and his cock a good suck. This was the most basic reward for obedience and KJ6542 was more than eager to continue obeying.
An image appeared across his goggles, the image of the large structure outside.
“At the food production facility, the essential nourishment for drones is prepared from specially bred algae. The algae are grown inside the seven large tanks at one end of the facility. Inside each tank, several pipes regularly drip in food for these algae. The most important food source for the algae is provided by all drones: urea and nutrients from urine. The algae feast on these chemicals and produce a chemical. That chemical is then purified and cleaned before it is distributed.”
During the presentation, several parts of the image were highlighted to show how the different pieces were connected. These images were supplemented by many others, though two stood in KJ6542’s mind.
The first was the image of a large open tank filled with a mixture of white creamy and yellow fluid. Second was of two blue-striped drones connecting tubes to a container of urine. When he was younger, KJ6542 had wondered where his piss had gone once it had been excreted. The container in the second image was very familiar, as such containers were spread out among the pods. When drones were connected to their pods and ordered to urinate, the urine was removed through a series of tubes and deposited into many such containers.
“This chemical looks and tastes like semen, and is what drones consume to survive. Inside your backpacks is semen created by this facility. The algae and the drone are connected. Drones nourish the algae and the algae nourish the drone. The drone nourishes the Society and the Society cares for the drone.”
The revelation that his own waste was contributing to the nourishment of the Society made KJ6542 throb with pleasure. It was good knowing that he was being useful to the community even by this small means. For as long as he had worn a rubber suit, his cock had been connected to a catheter during most of the waking hours, collecting his urine into the bottom container of the backpack that he always wore when not engaged in a sleep cycle or, now that he was older, actively pleasuring his brother drones. Every night he would return the backpack to the storage facility, which would clean the backpack as he slept, and refill it with fresh cum to nourish the drone as he went about the next day’s activities.
Throughout the presentation, the two drones merely stood in place awaiting orders. The information that was being projected to the drones was a prior recording that was prepared by one of the many computers that kept the society running. While they waited for the recording to end, the pair of drones stared at the hypnotic spiral as the electronics in their suit gently teased their bodies and reinforced their obedience.
Once the presentation was concluded, the drones were led out of the room and given a tour of the facility. They started by going outside and walking around the large structure, which the drones now recognized as the machinery that turned their urine into nourishing semen. Drones with blue stripes marched along the many catwalks and passageways through the complex array of tubes and tanks that made up the machine. All of them carried backpacks, though many of these backpacks were also outfitted with a variety of tools. Many drones also carried toolboxes with them and tinkered with the machinery at various places. Further down the assembly line, a pod of drones was in the process of replacing a slightly rusted tank with a brand-new one.
The tour guides explained that the worker drones were checking for leaks and places where pieces were coming loose. And, in some places, were replacing old, worn out equipment with brand new pieces.
“Worker drones are essential to keeping the machine running. Worker drones receive barrels of urine from the Postal drones, and feed these to the algae. Worker drones obtain samples from various parts of the machine. They make sure that the containers holding purification solutions that extract and clean the food from the algae are full. They make sure there are no leaks or broken parts. They collect the food into barrels and give it to the Postal drones.”
The tour guides gave a detailed explanation that KJ6542 partially understood, though that was partly because KJ6542 was paying more attention to the muscular bodies of the drones as they worked. His brainwashed hypnotized mind just found it easier not to think, to focus more on the hot bodies of the drones and partially daydream about the hot sex that would ensue.
When the company reached the end of the machine, their guides stopped to explain how the recovered semen was packaged and delivered to the other buildings of the society. It was rather straightforward: the semen was funneled out of tubes that looked like giant penises into large containers that were already loaded onto trucks. Drones with blue stripes that also had a yellow box on them manned the vehicles while worker drones Operated the machinery.
“Postal drones are also important. They collect the urine from the many buildings in the society and deliver it to here. They also collect and deliver the semen that is produced here to the other buildings in the society.”
After walking through the machine, the two drones led the pod into one of the adjacent buildings. The hallways were lined with small rooms on both sides. Most were only 10 m x 10 m, though some were as large as several rooms put together. Drones with white stripes operated various chemical equipment and instruments. In one room, a drone carefully dripped a colorless liquid into a glass container that contained a colorless liquid that occasionally generated short-lived pink clouds. In another, a drone was combining several strange pieces of glass together inside of a large box with a movable glass screen. And in another, a seated drone was peering into some sort of machine that had light coming from its base.
Worker drones marched up and down the hallways, delivering various items, like vials of liquid and small boxes of supplies, to the drones in the small laboratories. One drone pushed a cart down the hall as its partner retrieved waste bins from the rooms.
“Scientist drones perform chemical tests regularly to make sure the algae are behaving within prescribed parameters and are not mutating. They are in charge of keeping extra algae in case the current algae get sick and die. Scientist drones also make sure that the chemicals used in the machine are clean and of high quality. Worker drones obtain samples of fluid from all parts of the machine and bring them to the Scientist drones to analyze.”
The tour finished with the drones returning back to the conference room that they had started in. Once everyone was seated, the tour guides asked each drone in turn if they had any questions. TK0355 had many questions on the particulars of the various equipment and instruments in the facility and would’ve continued on talking were it not for the time limit appropriated to each drone. When it was KJ6542’s turn, he asked
”Worker drone is happy?”
KJ6542 had spent most of the tour watching the other adult drones rather than gazing upon the machinery and materials. He was fascinated with how each performed according to his given function without issue, and he found himself daydreaming even as his body obediently followed the other drones as their guides took them on the tour. He would imagine himself as those drones, and he wondered not for the first time if those drones had been assigned the functions that they had desired. And he was curious about those who had not been given the function they had desired, and whether those drones were still happy. He had asked the instructor drones about this multiple times, but he wanted to know from the drones themselves.
“Affirmative. Drone EN2251 is happy to serve according to its function.”
“Was this function what the drone was grown for?”
“Negative. Drone EN2251 was raised to be a Scientist Drone. Drone EN2251 was bad at thinking. When assigned its function, Drone EN2251 was sad for a time. But Drone EN2251 found happiness. It was good at its function. Drone EN2251 is happy that is can serve in this function. It feels pleasure when it serves.”
”What is his function?”
”Drone EN2251 monitors system parameters at stations 52, 53, and 54. It collects samples that it delivers to the Scientist drone in station 82-A8. If the samples are not colorless, it instead sends an error report to Master and follows further instruction from Master on how to repair the damage. Is Drone KJ6542 afraid that it will not be assigned the function that it was raised for?”
“Affirmative. But, Drone KJ6542 feels better from Drone EN2251’s response. Drone KJ6542 is excited to be assigned a function on Function Day.”
“Good Drone. Does Drone KJ6542 have any additional questions?”
“Negative.”
At that, the drone voice commanded Pleasure in the mind of every drone in the room.
At that command, electrodes around his sensitive areas ignited, sending KJ6542 to the edge of orgasm, holding him there for what felt like hours (but that in reality had only been a minute). The drone could not move because the pleasure was so intense. He simply sat still as his body was ravaged by pleasure. From his perspective, he might’ve been sitting there for hours, but in reality, only a minute had passed.
Stand up
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Return to C002-1539-0A
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Despite being overwhelmed by pleasure, KJ6542 and the other drones stood up without a second’s delay and began to march out of the building back to the educational facility. Their suits continued to tease and pleasure them during the entire march back. The experience combined with the brainwashing program (that was even then running loud and clear on repeat) And the hypnotic spiral made it impossible to focus on anything Besides marching in time with his brother drones. The experience was akin to gooning for a day. By the time the pod had returned to the courtyard at the center of the educational facility and had assembled in a line before the instructor drones, KJ6542 wanted nothing more than to be given permission to ejaculate. He would do anything to cum. Nothing else mattered but obeying so that he would be allowed to ejaculate.
As the drones stood in the courtyard, desperately awaiting the order to ejaculate, the order came to urinate and to drink. The sensation of releasing his piss caused KJ6542 to moan, though because of the gag and the design of the suit, his moan was not heard. How badly he wanted to ejaculate! Drinking the semen from the reservoir in his backpack only increased the sexual tension that had been building up in his body. But still, the command had not been given.
The command had still not been given even after KJ6542 had returned the backpack and bulge to the Feeding Station, nor even after the drone had showered in the cleaning room. His cock vibrated and throbbed incessantly as though it were a living serpent. Once he was all clean, the drone was directed to a large room that was filled from floor to ceiling with all sorts of devices and toys. It was a fully stocked sex dungeon with all sorts of stations dedicated to various kinks. KJ6542 followed the instructions before his eyes, which led him towards a drone that stood beside rubbery mattress. A complex harness was laid out on the bed.
Stand by the bed and cross arms behind back.
KJ6542 stood by the bed, and without resistance or complaint allowed the other drone to restrain him in the harness. Everything was decided for him, including how he achieved sexual release. The algorithm that governed the means of sexual release (during the drones’ off period before their sleep cycle) cycled through various scenarios so that each drone experienced a wide variety of sexual pleasures.
KJ6542 leaked as his brother drone pulled the nylon straps across his chest and below his pecs. When the top half of the harness was secured by the straps across his torso, his biceps were restrained by a pair of straps in the loop so that he couldn’t move them beyond his current position. Two straps were wrapped around his wrists, so that each hand was locked in place, clasping the opposing forearm. The hook from the ceiling was lowered and attached to the harness so that KJ6542 would not fall as his legs and ankles were restrained by additional straps. The set of straps that gently cupped at the area near his balls felt particularly pleasurable. Once he was completely restrained, the other drone removed his harness from the ceiling hook and pushed KJ6542 onto the bed.
A command was sent to KJ6542, who began to squirm and struggle against his bonds even as the other drone rolled him about on the bed. He continued to squirm about and grunt, though his noises were severely dampened by his suit so that the only noise to escape could have been misconstrued as a moan of pleasure. Not that either drone could hear it, since the internal earphones were blaring enough white noise to eliminate all environmental noise and insulate their mental sanctum. While KJ6542 continued to squirm in a vain effort to release himself, the other drone guided his erect cock into KJ6542’s mouth opening. KJ6542, on instruction, continued to squirm and wriggle about, but allowed the cock to enter his mouth gag. He could feel it push deep inside, feel it push against the back piece that, with enough pressure, allowed the drone’s rubber clad cock head to slip through and enter the drone’s actual throat. The sensation was similar to that of a cock slipping through a comfortably tight FleshLite.
With the cock inside his mouth, KJ6542 automatically began sucking, without the need for instruction. It was an automatic reflex, performed with skills that would put an experienced cock sucker in the reader’s timeline to shame. The motions of his throat and mouth against the gag transferred through the rubber-like material to the cock that was inserted within, bringing intense pleasure to the other drone as it felt like its cock was being deep throated by an expert.
The drone didn’t stop to wallow in the sensation just yet. Continuing with its orders, it lowered its body onto the bed and maneuvered its mouth to take KJ6542’s erect member into its own mouth. With the 69 position now complete, the 2 drones lost themselves in the pleasure that came not only from their own bodies, but from the intrinsic knowledge that they were pleasuring their brother drone. The pleasure derived from the latter far outweighed their own personal pleasure, and served only to bring them further into hypnotic obedience and brainwashing. It was a cycle that only got stronger and stronger with time.
After a predetermined amount of time, the other drone withdrew from the still struggling KJ6542. The drone positioned itself behind KJ6542 and rolled the drone over onto its belly, exposing the circular opening between KJ6542’s ass cheeks. It guided its cock inside and proceeded to rhythmically fuck its fellow drone. The sensation was as intense as during the mutual 69 and KJ6542 enjoyed the feeling even as it continued (as per its prior orders) to wriggle free of its bindings. It’s constant wriggling only deepened the sensation of being penetrated. Its motions caused it to rub his member against the bed, only heightening his sexual frustration. He so badly wanted to release but couldn’t unless he was told to. Failure to obey would lead to consequences and punishment. Not that KJ6542 had to worry, since he had been extensively trained just like all drones, to be able to hold back an ejaculation for prolonged periods.
After a while, they swapped places: KJ6542 was rolled onto his back while the other drone impaled itself against the bound drone’s cock. Only after a while did the long-awaited message appear
Ejaculate
Cum exploded from each drone’s cock, with KJ6542 feeling a mind-blowing pleasure each time his cock throbbed inside of his brother drone. The other drone was soon immersed in its own juices while its ass was filled with those of its brother drone. Both drones felt so good, so happy that they had brought pleasure to the other. And as they both settled into post orgasmic bliss, the hypnotic spiral took them deeper and deeper. Without problem or complaint, KJ6542 ceased its struggles while the other drone removed the binding harness. Once he was free, KJ6542 arose and followed the other drone out of the room.
After a cleansing shower, KJ6542 returned to pod C002-1539-8A-0028 for the night. He passed by many other drones along the way, though neither party acknowledged one another. There was no need to. All that was needed was to obey. He made his way efficiently back to the stack of pods and climbed up the ladder to his designated pod. Opening the door, he slid inside and got himself comfortable on the designated position on the rubbery material that served as his bed. From the ceiling emerged a rubbery ball at the end of the tube, from which protruded another small tube. This smaller tube he guided through the piss slit of his cock, guiding the catheter tube all the way in and attaching the rubbery orb (by means of the small opening at the bottom) onto the head of his penis. It was a perfect fit. With that in place, he waited for his next order.
As he waited, a light pressure entered the cavity of anus as the dildo shaped plug emerged from under the bed and entered him. Four silver metallic bands emerged and restrained his wrists and ankles to the bed. A small red light on the bands indicated that they were recharging the power source inside his suit. The light would become blue when the suit was fully charged.
Small currents of electricity surged through his body, enveloping him in a pleasant tingling sensation. The currents encouraged tissue regeneration, so that by the next morning KJ6542 would be fully recovered and ready for another day’s obedience. Of course, the current made it possible to store KJ6542 in this resting position for almost 2 weeks before muscle degeneration took place, making it possible for drones to be transported from place to place within pods. Not that KJ6542 thought about any of that. With his body now securely restrained in the resting position, he simply continued to stare at the hypnotic spiral as he listened to the subliminal whispers and awaited the next command.
Sleep
Blackness overtook KJ6542 and he was asleep in an instant.
…TO BE CONTINUED
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