Chapter 4
*This chapter takes place a decade after the events of the 3rd chapter. *
Prior readers, I’ve made a lot of changes, expanded the interactions and gave more connectivity to the other series: Drone World the Beginning (I) and Drone World (III). This should feel like a new read.
Donovan was entirely focused on the TV set, waiting for the anticipated news. The show had 2 newscasters, one a hot stud of a man and the other a drone. They both stood in front of the backdrop of the comfy log cottage home that had a window showing beautiful sunny weather outside and a roaring fireplace. They both faced the camera in the Position: standing up straight, arms wrapped behind their backs, heads facing forward, and pelvises thrust out to push their hard cocks forward as though inviting anyone to reach out and stroke them.
The man of 40 something with his modest muscles and body on display looked pleasingly fuckable to Donovan. Then again, Donovan loved playing with other guys. And with so many naked guys out and about, he was aroused most of the time. Donovan was too young to remember when anything was different than the present reality now. He had grown up in this new world as gay and free as everyone else.
The naked newscaster was speaking in a monotone voice, obviously thoroughly hypnotized and repeating word for word the news that was being streamed to the small wireless earphones in the newscaster’s ear. That in itself was hot to Donovan. There were three things that got him hot: hunks, hypnotized hunks, and hypnotized hunks in rubber. The newscaster satisfied the first two things.
The drone standing beside the naked newscaster satisfied all three things: muscled, hypnotized, rubberized. Donovan had already applied for a drone several times and was still on a very long waiting list. So it was unlikely that he would ever get a drone. If he had a drone, he would be enjoying it night and day. And yet a drone was hardly a good conversationalist. For that there was Dingo.
The pair had met each other at the gym and had connected with one another beyond the sex. Oh they had plenty of that to be sure, but they also had other couples’ things like long walks together, cuddling time, and socializing with each other and with their friends. Donovan felt so lucky to have met Dingo. In the bedroom Dingo was a bottom, a bottom that Donovan loved to hypnotize. On some nights, a hypnotized Dingo would let himself become dressed in one of the many rubber suits that Donovan owned. It didn’t happen every time, but when it did, Donovan could not contain his excitement.
The drone on screen was wearing the latest model of suit: a midnight black rubbery material that, if Donovan heard right, did not need to be taken off except for once a week. That in itself made it a prize for Donovan. To top that off, the suit supposedly self stimulated the wearer at all times, keeping them nice and horny.
As much as Donovan craved to own such a suit for himself, he knew better. Such suits were for drones only. Countless hours of hypnotically reinforced programming had turned Donovan into a good boy. He wouldn’t disobey by trying to wear a drone suit, as much as he wanted to. Still though, the sight of the drone hard at attention was exciting him. As he listened to the news, he rubbed a hand across the neon pink rubber bodysuit that he wore, feeling a shudder as his hands brushed across his chest. In his other hand, he gently masturbated his already hard cock, gently to keep him aroused and to avoid going over the edge.
Seated next to this 5’10” rubberized office worker, Dingo tolerated his friend’s excited vibrations as he not only stroked but thumped his booted feet against the floor. The 6’3” muscled god knew that the upcoming announcement was very important to his lover, so he tolerated the vibrations. Funny enough, the vibrations were turning him on, and he absentmindedly stroked his 9” cock. Dingo may have been the taller and more endowed of the pair, but he enjoyed taking in Donovan’s 6” stick whenever he could.
Like Donovan, Dingo had grown up in the new world, surrounded by naked guys and heightened sexual drives. Despite that he had always been the more vanilla of the two, preferring good sex au naturel. He tolerated the few times when he was dressed into rubber and had insisted to Donovan that he be hypnotized before being put into a suit. He wouldn’t have enjoyed wearing such a confining and sticky garment without being hypnotized into enjoying it. Sure he liked it when hypnotized, but when he was out of trance he preferred being naked. He wasn’t completely turned off by rubber though; the sight of his smaller lover in his neon pink suit was an arousing sight.
On the television screen, Dingo preferred the naked newscaster. He had some muscle and a nice dick, which was enough for Dingo. He did look really cute standing there with a vacant hypnotized expression. In all, good sex material but no substitute for the strong connection that Dingo and Donovan had.
The naked newscaster was speaking in a monotone, “For the last few years, a civilian group calling itself RubberUs has lobbied for the right of civilians to wear drone rubber without also becoming classified as drones. The group’s main reasons for this are to experience the sexual thrill that comes from wearing drone rubber and to look hot. These are good reasons, fellow viewers.”
The drone then spoke, smiling the entire time like all drones do, “The main resistance to this group’s efforts has been the concern among government officials on how regular civilians and civil authorities will be able to differentiate between drones and those who just want to wear drone rubber. Certainly, this has been the case since forever. RubberUs scored a major victory today when the government at last made the momentous decision to finally allow civilians to wear drone rubber. It is now legal for civilians to wear drone rubber suits.”
“However, at this time,” the man said, “the wearing of drone rubber hoods remains illegal except for drones. Members of RubberUs expressed some dissatisfaction with the legislation that was passed today, though did not press too strongly at this time. The group remains active to secure the right for civilians to wear full-body drone rubber. More on this story as it develops.”
The background departed from the view of the comfortable cottage to a large purple spiral that dominated the entire screen. The two newscasters moved to the side, partially in view but of lesser importance than the spiral. Both man and drone reached down to stroke their cocks. Donovan and Dingo, who had fallen into trance at the appearance of the spiral, also began to stroke themselves, their motions in sync with those of the newscasters. Both newscasters spoke at the same time, the pair repeating a series of instructions in a slurred hypnotic voice and crisp monotone one, respectively,
“It is now legal to wear drone rubber as long as you don’t wear drone rubber on your head. Wearing drone rubber is allowed and feels good. You want to wear drone rubber because it feels good. Buy your drone rubber suit from System Control. You want to wear a drone rubber suit from System Control. You will feel pleasure from obeying. You will obey because it is good to obey and because it feels good.”
Donovan and Dingo repeated the words as well, the deep hypnosis state brought on by the spiral driving the message straight to their subconscious mind. They and the newscasters repeated the message for a good 15 minutes before the spiral disappeared and the news resumed as normal. Neither man noticed the time lapse or recalled what had happened while they were being hypnotically programmed. It was a common occurrence for them: every morning at work they would undergo conditioning while wearing the meditation visors. And every evening, when they were at home and watching the news, they would be hypnotized for reinforcement conditioning or with new commands, such as from tonight. The two men were so thoroughly trained that the mere appearance of the spiral brought them into deep trance. Years and years of conditioning had made the pair quite suggestible and willing subjects.
Part of the regular conditioning was to make them completely comfortable with being hypnotized and with interacting with other hypnotized men. Their mindfucked brains saw hypnotic trance as an ideal state of mind, similar to how the reader of this present time might idolize meditation and other calming states of mind in the context of busy, hard life. Certainly, Dingo enjoyed it when Donovan hypnotized him with that old pocket watch during some of their sexual encounters. It had never once crossed either of their minds that they could’ve used the hypnotic spiral to put the other in trance; just another level of conditioning. The hypnotic spiral was for official control, not that either man was consciously aware of that.
The rest of the news didn’t interest Donovan as much as the news he had just heard. He waited impatiently for the news to end, then turned off the TV. He smiled at Dingo and let out a yell of victory.
“Finally!” he said.
Dingo smiled back at him, glad to see his friend happy. “I take it you’re finally going to buy a drone suit, like you’ve always wanted?”
“Hell yeah!”
Donovan rose to fetch his laptop while Dingo remained on the couch and thought about the news and what it meant for him. He never had been interested in wearing rubber, not like Donovan. He didn’t mind it when he was deeply hypnotized while having sex with Donovan, but on his own he wouldn’t have worn it. He simply didn’t find the appeal in it. Yet with the recent announcement, he felt a growing curiosity to try on a drone suit. He had never expressed such an interest before and the curiosity felt alien to him. Then again, he realized, he had never thought about it until now so of course thinking about it would be strange. Perhaps all of this time with Donovan had awakened something inside of him. Maybe a little change might not be bad, he thought to himself.
When Donovan returned and began to browse the System Control website, Dingo found himself attracted to the images of the rubber-clad models, wondering absentmindedly how good they must feel wearing the rubber. System Control was the company that provided the drone suits for all drones and that was in charge of their maintenance. They had several branches in every city and town. They were practically as prolific as the big chain stores of the readers’ time period.
The website offered only a single model to civilians and it was actually the same design that all drones wore these days. A full body suit that when paired with the gloves and boots would cover all open areas of the body below the neck, except for the pink head of the wearer’s cock. The suit had a built in cock sheath which protruded from a pouch that Dingo guessed contained the wearer’s balls. According to the website the suit had a built-in cock ring that separated the ball sack and sheath from the rest of the suit. Even more amazingly it had around opening at the back that would allow for easy access to the wearer’s anus. The outside of the suit had no markings on its shiny black exterior. Overall, it looked amazing and Dingo started to wonder how he would feel if he wore such a suit.
“This looks great! I’m so buying this,” Donovan said. He moved the mouse to click on the add to cart option and a small pop-up window emerged on the screen, “Hey look at this. They’re offering a buy two get two free deal!”
“Really? They must really want to appeal to the fan base.”
“Damn, I’m just short of being able to jump in on this deal. Would you mind pitching in? I’ll let you keep the free suits if you help me out with this,” Donovan said in a somewhat begging tone.
“Well I…” Dingo stuttered, “I mean…”
“Dude, I know you said it’s not your thing but how will you know unless you try?”
Dingo didn’t say anything for a few moments, his mind coming to grips with his newfound desire to try out the rubber and his prior disinterest in it. Then Donovan reached down and began to stroke him longingly, adding “I’ll make it worth your while and if you find that you don’t like it, I won’t push you.” Dingo smiled in defeat as he ground his cock against Donovan’s hand; his lover knew how to get him to agree to almost anything. He raised his hands in mock defeat, “Okay you’ve convinced me.”
Donovan practically leapt on him as he began to kiss him passionately, repeating “thank you” with each kiss. Dingo laughed and pushed him back as though he were pushing back an overexcited puppy, “I’ll get my card.” A few minutes later and the order was complete. Shipping was free and the pair were amazed to see that it would arrive by the morning after next. Talk about fast delivery!
As Donovan powered-down his laptop, he caught a glimpse of the digital clock atop the TV. “Wow it’s late, we’d better get to bed.”
“Yeah I want to make sure I’m nice and awake tomorrow for work. Don’t want to be slacking off on the job, especially when I might get a raise,” Dingo said.
“Same here. Though I’m just too excited about the suit! It’s gonna be awesome!”
“I’m excited too. Maybe we should watch Channel 7. That’ll put us to sleep.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Donovan put his laptop aside as Dingo retrieved the remote. He waited until they were both comfortably seated before pressing the number seven on the remote. A large purple spiral appeared across the screen, sending the pair into trance. Unconsciously, Dingo placed the remote off to the side, his eyes not once leaving the TV screen. White noise played from the Channel and sometimes the pair thought they heard words, words that they couldn’t consciously remember or even remember that they had heard in the first place.
As the minutes went by, the pair relaxed from their energy high and began to feel sleepy. By the end of the half hour the pair had become drooling idiots before the spiral. A subliminal command later, Dingo retrieved the remote and turned off the TV. The entranced pair arose and made their way to Dingo’s room, climbed onto the bed, and positioned themselves into a 69. It wasn’t long before they both came into each other’s mouths. Each hypnotized boy greedily sucked down the tasty treat. The pair then disentangled and settled down beneath the covers in a spoon, with Dingo as the big spoon. Sleep enveloped them both and they rested undisturbed for the remainder of the night.
They slept so well that they slept through the alarm and had to rush to get to work. A quick meal of scrambled eggs and milk, and a shower to get clean (and strip off the pink rubber from last night), and the pair were running out the door. They were just in time to catch the two vans that had pulled up to the driveway. One was black with a company logo; the other was white with an orange hammer on the side. Dingo rushed to the white van and Donovan to the black one.
The door to the black van slid open to let Donovan climb inside and search for an open seat amidst the throng of the other men in the van. Coworkers each, Donovan was good friends with them all. He found an open spot by Fred and Horace. Fred was pushing against the seat, ginger head arched slightly back as the skinny Sam sucked him off while still in his own seat. Horace was stroking Nick with his powerful arms, and took up Donovan’s cock as Donovan sought his seatbelt. Once all buckled in, he leaned over to kiss Horace passionately, rubbing his chin against Horace’s golden beard, enjoying how the short hairs lightly scratched against his bare skin. He felt a hand caress his face and pull him the opposite direction towards Fred’s waiting lips for an equally sensual embrace of the lips and tongues. With competing discourse and rhetoric from both men, Donovan was swayed from one side to another by the power and passion of their arguments. In the end, as the van pulled into the parking lot of the office building, the debate was deemed a draw, all sides smiling from the exercise of their passion and lust. Leaving the van together with arms entwined around another’s waists, Donovan, Fred, and Horace practically skipped up the steps and into the building.
“No rubber suit today?” Fred asked Donovan.
“Yeah, I wore it to bed last night and need to give my skin a chance to breathe. Tomorrow I’ll be back in rubber,” Donovan said. “It feels strange being without it though, like being…”
“Naked!” Horace bellowed as he rubbed a fist through Donovan’s hair in a gesture of comradery. That made them all laugh. The trio made their way to Donovan’s desk before separating from their embrace.
“Now that we are here, want to finish what we started earlier?” Horace asked, smiling mischievously as he traced a finger down Donovan’s chest. Donovan gasped from the touch, the sensation arousing him. Fred’s hand, however, stopped Horace’s in its tracks as it neared its prize.
“Let’s continue over lunch. No one wants to get interrupted by the morning ritual,” Fred said in slight admonishment.
“I suppose not,” Horace conceded. Looking at Donovan he added, “Don’t get lost on the way!”
“Fear not, the tides shall not sway my course to feast on your delicious treat!” Donovan saluted as the two men made their way to their own cubicles before he settled down to his desk. As much as he had wanted to enjoy some hot sex with Horace and Fred, he had work to do. And it was important that he, like everyone else, start the day off with the meditation program. It was important to start right on time. Besides, he always felt so good afterwards and so focused on his work. He found work so much fun. He had a hard time believing the older employees who talked about The Before; their ghost stories shared in the canteen during lunch hour spoke of long unpleasant work hours, stuffy unpleasant clothes (yuck!), terribly mean coworkers, and low pay. Well good thing that was in the past! Donovan was glad that such problems did not plague him or anyone else that he had talked to. Indeed life was blessed! he thought as he put on the meditation visor over his eyes and started the program, falling into trance on seeing the spiral within the darkness of the lenses.
For the next hour he drifted in the comfort of the deep hypnotic trance brought on by the meditation program. He would not remember what programming he had been brainwashed with when he awoke, but he would feel energized and ready to tackle the work that sat on his desk. He wouldn’t remember the words he had chanted over that hour or how he had stroked his cock to the edge of orgasm without blowing all over himself. He wouldn’t even realize that he was still hard and horny as he poured over the various documents and ledgers that needed to be accounted for and signed off. Though, he would notice in mock surprise at his horniness as he sashayed off to the canteen to get lunch and a bite out of Horace and Fred.
He found Fred seated at a table for four, seated next to Joel from accounting. He parked in one of the two open seats on Fred’s left and set his tray of fish and salad besides those of the two men. On each was a large bowl of green soup that was filled with meat and veggies.
“Soup any good today?” he asked Joel. The accountant was a new hire, fresh out of community college, also born and raised in the new world. He was fit in a modest kind of way. His muscles sat nicely on his body and the glasses didn’t detract at all from his masculine charm.
“It’s got some squash in it today, which I don’t think blends well with the other ingredients. Makes it a little too sour for me,” he said. As he reached for a pinch of sugar, Fred said, “I don’t mind the sourness. It feels just about right to me.”
“To each his own, I guess,” Donovan added. He took a bite into the fish, smiling and humming as he mashed it between his teeth. The salty sauce combined with the lemon juice really brought out the flavor of the salmon as it went down his throat to his willing gullet. Joel meanwhile had finished mixing his soup and was taking a taste. “Ah! That’s better,” he sighed.
“What’s the matter, chum? The soup not to your liking,” Horace boomed as he arrived at the table. His tray too had the soup. Whereas Joel was slow and conserved with his eating, Horace got right into it, wolfing it down so fast a chef would worry that he was not tasting the food. Far from it – Horace just couldn’t get enough of good food.
“Well some of us have taste,” Joel replied.
Horace stopped eating long enough to retort, “Oh, you wound me! Oh no, get me a medic, I’m in need of a bandaid for my bruised ego!” before returning to devour the soup.
“He he he. Don’t worry, we all know Joel just likes to poke fun at you, you big lug!” Donovan added cheerily.
“That he does. Hey Donovan, why don’t you try the soup and tell us what you think? Just let me have a bite of the fish to call it even.” Fred said.
Donovan speared a piece of fish and held it in front of Fred’s mouth. “Open wide,” he said, gently placing it in Fred’s open mouth and waiting for Fred to engulf the morsel. Fred repeated the motion with Donovan with the soup, feeding him a few bites from the large bowl. Donovan made a face after consuming a sample with an extra dosage of squash, while Fred just smiled goofily as he savored the fish.
Joel looked at Donovan with a friendly mocking smile, “What’s wrong? Soup not to your liking?”
“Oh man. I’m glad I didn’t pick the soup, tasty as it looked. I’d like to think I got the better deal here.”
“Well, then perhaps I can persuade you to let me have another bite of the fish,” Fred said, his hand having reached down to grasp Donovan’s cock in its entirety.
“No fair! He’s seated closer to you,” Joel cried.
“I’m willing to share,” Fred said, “And I’m sure Donovan would love to feel your expert mouth right about now. Unless you want to finish your soup.”
Joel apparently did not, as without protest he placed his glasses aside and slunk down under the table. Fred shuffled his chair aside to give the young man room enough to slither and shimmy towards the better meal. Donovan opened up his legs as Joel’s mouth found its prize and began to expertly suck and tug on the hard member. Joel had been taught well while in community college, coming out top of his class in sensual cock-sucking. He was probably the best cock-sucker in the entire building. Donovan settled in to enjoy the treat.
Fred took the opportunity to eat some of Donovan’s fish before joining in on the fun. Horace had finished his soup as well, and had Donovan share a kiss with him. Fred would then “steal” Donovan away for a smooch, and Horace would “win” him back. Back and forth, back and forth. That and the sucking were driving Donovan mad with lust, making him hungry for cock. Finally Donovan whispered, “Fuck me” to Horace. The golden man stood up as Donovan shifted to lean against the chair. Joel meanwhile had moved on to take care of Fred, who was content to remain standing beside the table as Joel worked his magic.
The rest of the lunch break became a blur of pleasure. Horace fucking him deep as he sucked on Joel’s cock, then Fred’s cock, and then back to Joel’s. Then everyone exploded, coating themselves with white seed. The men embraced for a final hug before separating again for work, enjoying how their cocks rubbed against one another in a sort of handshake. Each wore the other’s cum as a badge of pride, daring not to disturb the mark of their fellow men.
The afternoon was very productive for Donovan, though there was a bit of confusion with some of the invoices that he had received from Joel. Turned out to be an honest mistake that was easily corrected. Joel held no hard feelings, giving Donovan a teasing slap on the butt as Donovan left the cubicle.
When the time came to leave, he left with Fred and Horace in tow. Joel lived elsewhere and had to come to work in a different van. But that was alright. The trio sat together again on the way home, and this time they were able to hook Fred into one of the two overhead harnesses so that Donovan and Horace could take turns fucking him while still being seat-belted. Donovan was one of the first stops on the route, so he didn’t get a chance to bust his nut on the way. When he found Dingo in the living room waiting for him though, he pounced on his lover with abandon and proceeded to fuck him good. The pair had a lovely evening afterwards, though they needed to use Channel 7 to fall asleep again given how energized they were, like a pair of bunny rabbits.
The following morning
The pair awoke to the sound of the alarm clock, feeling well rested from the night before. As they awoke and gazed into each other’s eyes, they heard the doorbell ring and instant understanding passed through them. The suits!
Wasting no time, the pair rushed to the front door as they were. Donovan arrived first, almost unhinging the door in his haste and tripping over the large box sitting on the doorstep. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of a delivery drone disappearing into a delivery van moments before the van continued down the street.
Bringing the box inside, they found two black suits, two large bottles of clear liquid, and a single piece of paper inside. As Donovan pulled out the suits to admire them, Dingo read from the piece of paper,
“Thank you for your purchase… Blah blah blah…For best experience, clean body with lotion to remove hair… Dry off, apply lubricant, slide into suits… Looks straightforward to me.”
Donovan grabbed the two bottles before ushering his lover into the shower. As he slipped out of this neon pink rubber suit from the night before, Dingo gently lathered his back and shoulders with soap. The warm water felt wonderful against his skin, as did Dingo’s hard dick against his ass. Laughing, Donovan twisted around the small space to embrace Dingo, their cocks sparring with one another as they applied first soap and then the depilatory cream. Neither man had much hair below the neckline, so applying the cream was more to follow procedure than anything else. Their bodies were mostly smooth from the last time they had shaved. It was just good hygiene and an important thing to do regularly.
The close contact in the shower got the two men hard and aroused, so that by the time they returned to the living room they were both feeling energized. Taking one suit each from the box and setting a large towel on the floor, they lubed up their bodies and began to pull the suits on. It was easy to tell which suit was for whom; there was only one person who could wear the bigger suit.
“This feels different,” Dingo said as he slid the suit over his legs, for once enjoying the tight feel of the rubber as he hugged his calves and thighs. Most of the time he didn’t care one way or the other about wearing rubber, but this suit felt… Good was the best word he can think of. He was starting to like how the tight rubber accentuated his strong muscles.
“Different in a good way?” Donovan asked. He certainly felt good. He had been looking forward to this for a long time. The suit lived up to its reputation. The feel of it on his skin had raised his arousal levels to maximum. His six-inch cock was so hard and straight that the slightest touch made his body quiver with pleasure. No other suit could compare to this.
“I’m surprised that I actually feel good. All the other suits didn’t feel like this.” He had pulled up the suit to his crotch and was guiding his cock and balls into the sheath. He struggled a bit with getting his package through the cock ring, but once he had succeeded, he let out a moan as the rubber caressed his package. It actually felt like someone was gently stroking his cock and fondling his balls. He started to leak pre in copious amounts, his breathing began to speed up as he suppressed a low moan.
Donovan smiled as he saw Dingo arch his back and thrust his hips a few times. “Glad to see you’re enjoying it,” Donovan was able to say before he too slipped his own member into the sheath and the sensation overwhelmed him. The sensation was so great that he came right then, shooting a fair sized chunk of cum right onto Dingo’s chest just as the other guy was finishing pulling the suit up his legs. Dingo gave a laugh, “same to you!”
The pair continued to put on the suits. Donovan was surprised that despite having cummed not moments before, his cock remained hard and he felt aroused enough to want to shoot a second load. He almost did when his body came into contact with the attached dildo like piece. Once he had guided it into his willing hole, at once the sensation of being lightly fucked caused him to orgasm for the second time and let out a long moan of pleasure. Dingo too released as he guided the dildo inside of himself. It was several moments later before the pair had recovered enough to finish putting on the suits. They slid their arms through the long rubber sleeves and then zipped one another inside. Every sensation was heightened and it was maddening as the pair made to retrieve the rubber gloves and rubber boots from the box. Especially hard when they bent over and raised their feet to slide into the boots, as their motions caused exquisite pleasure deep inside their anuses.
Once they were inside their suits, they could do nothing but stand still as their bodies were ravaged by the very pleasant sensations along their bodies and erogenous zones. It was like the suit was alive and knew just how to pleasure them. It was difficult to do anything but exist in the moment.
“I didn’t think I’d enjoy this, but I’m liking it so far,” Dingo panted. He began to flex and twist in the suit, which caused him to moan deeply. Donovan didn’t say anything as he slowly moved behind Dingo and embraced him. The pair moaned loudly as their bodies intertwined, the pressure of each on the other accentuating the sensations caused by the suits. Donovan placed one hand along Dingo’s chest, rubbing it across the larger man’s pecs. With his other hand he guided his cock to the circular opening at the base of Dingo’s suit and penetrated the larger man. The rubber slid in readily, no doubt due to some chemical modifications. The rubber suits made not a sound as Donovan fucked Dingo with gusto, the pair moaned very loudly as they experienced pleasure such as they had never felt before. There were no words to describe how they felt in that moment and they came multiple times. They would’ve continued for much longer had their phones not rang, interrupting their worship of one another.
Still entangled and penetrated, the pair lumbered over to the table where they had left their phones. Despite the short distance, the effort left them panting and moaning from the stimulation. As they picked up the phones, and saw the clocks, each realized that they were going to be late to work. That thought brought mixed feelings: panic and reluctance. Their bodies just felt so good right now.
“Hello?” Donovan asked.
“Donovan, my boy. How are you doing this morning? Are you enjoying the suit?”
“Yes! It’s the most fucking amazing suit I’ve ever had. How did you know?”
“I had a feeling. I got one myself and it’s just the fucking best! Anyway, I called to let you know to take it easy today. You don’t need to come into work right away. So many others got the same suit and it’s important to let you acclimate to the suit. I get the feeling you don’t want to take it off, do you?”
“Yeah, it just feels too good…Want to leave it on…” Donovan panted, the suit and motions from Dingo exciting him again.
“Good boy.” Donovan felt a jolt of pleasure course throughout his body. He felt that way whenever the boss called him a good boy. “I need you to watch channel 4 at the earliest opportunity, and when it’s done to come to work and just go through the motions to get used to wearing the suit. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir! Will do, sir!”
“Good boy. Well, I won’t keep you. See you this afternoon.” At that the call ended. Dingo’s call wrapped up about the same time and he put his phone back on the table. As Donovan put his down, he gently placed his hands back around Dingo’s waist and began to thrust slowly in and out. That got both of them moaning again.
“Was…that…work that…called you?” Donovan asked between moans.
“Yeah…want us…to watch…channel 4…then…come in…to work.” Dingo arched his back as Donovan increased the pacing of his thrusts. The pair didn’t speak for several more minutes, fully engrossed in the moment of pleasure. Once Donovan came inside of Dingo, Dingo soon came thereafter. And yet, over them still felt damn horny. Not as horny as before, but still horny enough that it was through force of will that Donovan disengaged from Dingo. Together the pair made their way to the couch, arms wrapped around each other’s waist, and sat down in front of the TV. Dingo picked up the remote and pressed the button for channel 4.
Channel 4 was another large purple spiral that sent the pair into a deep trance. They remained smiling as they fell deeper, and a small river of drool began to stream out of their mouths. The pair did not otherwise move as they stared at the spiral, the suits gently stroking and fucking them continuously. The constant sensation of being lightly stroked and gently fucked brought them deeper into the trance state than ever before. White noise played from the TV and like usual the pair’s conscious minds did not even register the stream of subliminal commands that were soaking into their open brains. The message was simple and repeated itself over and over again: the pair were to remain there staring at the screen, letting their minds go blank and empty. Further instructions would be delivered soon.
Time ceased to have any meaning as they contentedly sat before the screen, awaiting instructions. They smiled vacantly at the screen, their bodies sunk deep into the couch, enjoying the sensations they felt. A stream of drool poured from their mouths. No thoughts swam through their heads as they just sat contently before the spiral as the subliminal messages constantly repeated, telling them to relax and stare, and go blank and empty.
About 2 hours later, at the stroke of 10 AM, instructions began to stream out of Channel 4. The pair unthinkingly repeated every instruction and, at the command of the spiral, also stroked their cocks, thereby inscribing the message deeply into their subconscious minds as the suits magnified the pleasure.
“I like wearing rubber. Wearing rubber feels good. Wearing rubber makes me aroused. I must wear rubber all the time. It feels good to wear rubber. It feels great to have sex in rubber. It feels good to obey in rubber. I must obey while in rubber.”
Again and again for an hour, by which point they had wholly accepted the instructions. They would wear the rubber suits all the time because it felt good and because they were told to. They would continue to obey the orders of their superiors (their bosses at work), the responses would be even more automatic and wholehearted.
At a command from the spiral, the pair stood up stiffly from the couch and returned to the open package. Inside, they found two small boxes at the bottom that they had missed from before. Opening the boxes they found two meditation visors. The pair already owned a meditation visor each, but these were clearly the newest model. While the previous visors looked more like a combination of headphones and sunglasses, these visors were much sleeker in design. Completely black, they comprised a large visor (as large as the visor of chemical splash goggles) with black tinted lenses. A pair of earbuds dangled in the rear off an adjustable strap.
Without comment, the pair slid on the visors and adjusted the straps so that the visor wouldn’t fall off during normal activity. They slid the earphones into place and marched back to the couch. They sat down with their arms dangling along their sides, each feeling completely relaxed as they stared at the TV. Unlike the previous meditation visors, the pair could see through the lenses. The world was slightly tinted but viewable. Like wearing polarized sunglasses.
The visors did not obscure their vision of the spinning spiral on channel 4, and they quickly fell back into the pattern of sitting at attention, waiting for instructions. Letting the minds go blank as they waited. About 15 minutes later, a command came to turn on the visors. Their hands moving automatically, the pair switched on the visors. Across the visor the image of the same spinning spiral played before their eyes. Within the earphones they heard faint whispers similar to those from the television set. At a command Dingo retrieved the remote and turned off channel 4. Of course that didn’t wake up either hypnotized boy since the spiral still played across the visors.
The pair were given another set of instructions and were commanded to stroke their cocks as they repeated the instructions. Not only would they wear the rubber suits because they felt good, they would also wear this new meditation visor everywhere they go. They would leave it turned on all day and would charge it up every night. They would love wearing the visor because they loved watching the spiral. All good boys loved watching the spiral. All good boys loved going blank and empty to the spiral.
After about an hour of this, the hypno spiral had them ejaculate over their chests before it faded away. It was several moments later before they woke up, each feeling so good and relaxed. Each smiling as they looked at the torrent of cum on the shiny black rubber and leaned over to slurp it all up. Sharing a long kiss afterwards, they smiled at one another.
“I guess it’s time for us to go to work, right?” Donovan whispered lovingly.
“Yeah, we need to get used to working while in the suits.” Looking up at the clock, Dingo added, “I’ll get some lunch ready. You clean up the living room.”
“Yes, sir!” Donovan said crisply, feeling pleasure at being given a command. Something that he wouldn’t have felt earlier. But he paid no mind to that. It was more important to clean up the living room before lunch. Donovan tossed out all of the packaging material, removed the towels from earlier, and otherwise made sure that the place looked as clean as it was from last night. When he was done, he marched into the kitchen to find Dingo warming up some leftovers from the previous evening.
The sight of Dingo made Donovan freeze in place at the threshold, the sight of his rubber-clad lover looking so hot and arousing. Dingo was standing by the microwave waiting for the timer to go down. His body was shifting about, Donovan could see that Dingo was gently thrusting his semihard cock forward and back, unconsciously hoping to stimulate it. The visor looked extremely hot on Dingo and reminded Donovan of a drone. I thought that sent a wave of arousal through him. Of course Dingo was not a drone, but still looking like that it was hard not to wonder at the comparison. The microwave pinged and Dingo removed the plate of food. Turning around to place it on the table, Dingo looked up at Donovan and smiled. “Lunch time,” he said.
The pair ate their lunch in silence, enjoying the food and the accompanying constant pleasurable sensations from the suits. Periodically they would gaze upon one another as they ate, completely admiring each other’s look. Dingo, who had previously not really enjoyed rubber, couldn’t imagine being without his rubber suit. It was just so good and right to be in rubber.
Leaving the dishes for later, the pair then went out to the curb to wait for the vans that would drive them to work. Dingo’s arrived first, leaving Donovan alone in front of the house for a quarter hour before his van arrived. He was surprised to find that everyone in the bus was wearing one of the new rubber suits. It was quite the 180-flip from the day before and all the other times before that. Guess more people are into rubber than I thought Donovan thought to himself.
He spotted Horace and Fred further in the back, but there was no open seat available near them. That was fine. Donovan got distracted by Miska during the short drive to work. It was a nice dalliance on the way to work. On getting out of the van, he sought out Fred and Horace, embracing them in a hug that caused the trio to moan with pleasure.
“Never knew…you guys…also like…rubber…” Donovan said.
“Felt like…needed a…change…” Horace gasped between moans.
“Same…here…” Fred added, “ooohhh…oohhhahhhh!”
The stimulation of the suits was still strong, causing the trio of men to spontaneously ejaculate when their hard cocks came into contact with each other. It was a dry orgasm, since each had orgasmed many times already. It was not the last group orgasm that the trio experienced on the way into the office; they orgasmed twice by the time they reached Donovan’s desk. Too overcome by the arousal and pleasure, they separated without words.
Donovan slid onto his desk chair, amazed at the recent turn of events. Before today, he was the only one (aside from the drones) that wore rubber every day to work. The sight of the other hot guys in the office clad in form fitting rubber and those new meditation visors was enough to nearly make him cum again in his chair. Of course, the simple motions of moving around the office and working at his desk as the day went by were enough to arouse him greatly. It was tricky to say the least. He couldn’t remember the last time he had so many dry orgasms. Enough to lose count over.
He started by checking his emails and found an urgent one from his boss. It was a notice to gather in the large auditorium when it was time. The message told Donovan all that he needed to know. He would know when it was time. He just knew it.
Donovan was able to get through a small fraction of the paperwork sitting on his desk before a five minute countdown appeared in the corner of the visor, and he realized that he needed to make sure he was in a comfortable and safe environment for additional training. He didn’t know how he knew it, he just knew it. He was already seated at his desk, so he was already where he should be. He reclined comfortably in his chair as he calmly waited for the countdown to reach zero. When it did, the spinning spiral returned and Donovan was back in a deep trance. From the earphones, came the command to assemble. Donovan understood. Standing up from his desk, he left his cubicle and joined the throng of rubber-clad bodies that marched towards the large auditorium. Eyes staring forward at the spiral as they shambled about the office like zombies or like newborns moving their bodies for the first time. Moving around in the arousing rubber while in a deep trance state was not something anyone was accustomed to.
Everyone was in a deep trance, enjoying the pleasure as their bodies rubbed against the suits. The suits in turn massaged their cocks, anuses, and chests. Every part of them was feeling charged and caressed. Everyone was moaning from the pleasure. Some of them spontaneously orgasmed hands-free. Such excitement did not stop the march and soon the auditorium was packed with every rubber-clad employee.
Had Donovan not been so focused on getting to where he needed to go, and had bothered to look around the office, he would’ve seen that the only people who remained at their desks were the naked employees who had not come to work wearing the new rubber suits. He would’ve seen them seated in front of their computers, wearing the old meditation visors, blissfully entranced as they were given additional training to want to wear the rubber suits and to talk to the boss about getting a suit. When the program was done, they would all desperately want to wear the suit. They would desperately want to feel good just like the rest of their coworkers. They would feel so good for conforming.
Once inside the auditorium, Donovan found an open spot and stood there. By the time everyone had filed in, the auditorium was a chaotic array of rubber-clad hypnotized men. There were no lines or neat rows. There wasn’t much free space left in the room but that didn’t bother anyone. No, they simply listened to the instructions that came from the visors, stroking their cocks as they chanted. There was no synchronization at first, but slowly everyone began to synchronize with one another until they were chanting in one voice. The experience was mind fucking. And it didn’t stop there. After an hour of chanting, everyone partnered up and began to fuck and suck in a chaotic orgy. Donovan was quickly speared by another man even as he fell to the ground to snack on a cock that was open and available. Partners changed like the wind and positions altered just as fast. Donovan came six times during the whole affair, before the command rippled through the throng and sent everyone back to their desks. By the time he came to, seated at his desk, the spiral was gone and his body felt exhausted. His jaw felt sore and his cock pleasantly satisfied. He had a guess at what had transpired, but he didn’t remember everything. It didn’t matter. As he leaned back in his chair to momentarily daydream about what might’ve happened, he realized that he couldn’t wait to fuck his partners’ brains out when he got home.
One year later
Donovan and Dingo sat in front of the TV watching the news. They cuddled against each other, their rubber-clad bodies rubbing easily across one another. Their bald heads rested against one another as they reclined against one another, one hand firmly wrapped around the other’s erect member, sliding up and down slowly to maximize the pleasure. They smiled contentedly as they listened to the latest announcements.
The past year had been amazing. Everyone wore the suits and the streamlined meditation visors. Donovan and Dingo each owned several pairs, which hung in the closet when not in use. After the first day wearing the suit, they had each ordered another pair (which came with another free pair). Their hypnotized brains had not noticed that the suits did not cost them anything; they just knew that they had to order another pair. Many other automatic events happened in that way.
The most excruciating happened the day after putting on the suit. Donovan and Dingo had worn the suits to bed and had awoken the next day without any of the clamminess that came from sleeping in rubber. However, on feeling their bowels move, the pair had realized that they needed to take off the suit temporarily to relieve themselves. Taking it off felt so wrong and yet they had to do it. It had been a very stressful morning, so much so that the pair changed their diet to include more liquid-based sustenance.
Several companies had developed these “liquid meals” and they were readily available on the market, though they didn’t taste that good. Unlike the liquid meals that the reader would be familiar with today, these had more fiber in them in order to slow down the absorption process of digestion. It was no true substitute for solid meals, which did mean that the pair were not entirely relieved from the occasional unpleasant bowel movement that necessitated removing the suit temporarily. As the weeks went by, the demand went up so much that each household was given a quota that they couldn’t exceed each week. Even so, the increase in liquid food did diminish the number of times that the unpleasant experience had to happen each week.
Among other changes, Donovan and Dingo had gotten used to wearing their suits. While they still felt much pleasure from doing even the simplest of tasks, they were no longer crippled by it. They were able to function almost at the same productivity level prior to the suits. Though, it was getting hard to think beyond the logic of procedure. Donovan found it easy to organize and handle paperwork, but when it came to making decisions about what to do beyond that, he was finding it harder and harder to accomplish. Not that it bothered him excessively. A year of double doses of daily training sessions from the meditation visor had seen to that.
These days, he hardly remembered what he had worked on the day before. Everything was such a blur. After the initial day, the time spent in a deep trance had steadily increased until by the end of two months every moment of the work day (and the trip home) was spent gazing at the hypnotic spiral as their bodies performed the office tasks.
It was difficult at first learning how to work while in the deep trance state. He would work on a task briefly but then his eyes would get distracted by the spiral and he would slip into an inactive period where he would just vacantly gaze upon the spiral. Every 15 minutes on the dime, a command would issue into his ears to direct them to return to work. Now a year later, and he could perform his work even while the spiral played before his eyes. Of course, while so entranced it was difficult to remember anything beyond the present moment. Still, he had made important strides this year.
A year of training had made it easier to automatically obey the orders that were broadcasted through the earpieces. Such as the order to get lunch, to work on paperwork, and to have sex with his fellow coworkers. At first he was given a lot of autonomy with how he followed the orders. By the end of the year, he needed additional direction. For instance, he had to be told to suck or fuck when it was time for sex. If left to his own devices, he would remain motionless and wallow in the automatic caresses of the suit.
The control had even begun to extend to his life at home. Steadily at first, until almost all of his waking time was spent in deep trance. The few times when he was not took place in the shower, when he and Dingo washed their bodies off and replaced the suits with clean ones. Even in those times it was increasingly hard to leave the trance state; he existed in a light trance state when not subjected to the hypno spiral in the visor.
Due to this generic apathy, they hardly talked to one another except to voice out a moan or pleasurable sound when they played with each other (now at the direction of the voices from the visor). The situation at work was similar. Donovan still sat with Joel, Fred, and Horace, though their lunchtime meal did not have any of the usual pleasant verbal jousting that took place when they ate together. They would eat in silence, have (enhanced) sex, and then return to work.
Joel was one of the few that had trouble adjusting to the new order at first, given his near-sightedness. But that was corrected within the week. The visor now served as a pair of glasses, and with his sight restored, Joel was swiftly put back under control.
Donovan couldn’t remember the last time this year when he last shared a cup of coffee with a coworker and talked about some new triviality. Nowadays, the main interaction he had with his coworkers was with pleasuring their bodies. The pre-lunch auditorium fuck-fest had become a regular feature of the working day, though by the month’s end, everyone had learned how to automatically arrange themselves into orderly lines. With the addition of a soft repetitive beeping during those times, it had become possible for everyone to chant the programming in unison and to even stroke their cocks with the same pacing.
Part of the programming that had been drilled into them for the past year had been an increasingly suggestive command to become a drone, to want to be a drone. Everyone had a drone hood available to them for when they decided to finally undergo the conversion; the company had distributed them out with a recent shipment of upgraded suits. Donovan, despite finding drones hot and sexy, couldn’t bring his hypnotized self to don the hood and become a drone. Neither could Dingo.
Their coworkers, however, didn’t seem to have such reservations. It had started slowly and, to be frank, Donovan had not paid attention. Countless hours spent in near constant deep trance had whittled away his perception to the point that he was often oblivious to his surroundings. So he had not noticed when a dronified Joel was expertly sucking his dick while dronified Horace and Fred took turns fucking his hole. Or that a year later almost everyone in the company was now a drone.
And it wasn’t just the company. When out shopping for food with Dingo, he had barely noticed that the formerly energetic, cute, expressive cashier had been replaced by a figure decked out completely in rubber. The absence had jarred him out of trance momentarily and he would’ve panicked at the sight of more drones than humans had not Dingo calmed him down by embracing and teasing him. He had not since had an episode like that.
On the TV a pair of drones stroked themselves. Their muscular bodies were clearly outlined by the rubber, a sight that aroused Donovan immensely. The longer he looked at drones, the more he felt the urge to be like them. To put on the rubber hood that was just by the TV. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He just never got around to it. And despite tonight’s programming, it didn’t look like he was going to do it tonight either.
The visors on both Donovan and Dingo’s heads were playing the hypnotic spiral and were broadcasting the same programming that had been playing for the last few weeks. Programming that Donovan and Dingo repeated mindlessly as they stroked their heart cocks in time with the drones on the TV,
“You need to put on the hood. You want to be covered by rubber. You need to be covered by rubber. Being covered by rubber feels good. Not needing to think feels good. Drones don’t need to think. Drones just need to obey. You want to be a good drone. You want to feel good by obeying.”
Again and again for an hour each evening, followed by cuming over each other. When the program was over, and the pair had cum all over their bodies, Donovan continued to stay on the couch staring into the hypnotic spiral, only somewhat watching the drones that still stroked on the TV. However, Dingo had gotten off the couch and had disappeared off into the house. Not that Donovan really noticed. He existed in his own little world, sitting on the couch and continuing to stroke himself as he stared into the spiral.
Then suddenly he saw Dingo standing in front of them, standing so close that his rubber cock was not even an inch away from Donovan’s gaping and drooling mouth.
“Be a good boy and put on the rubber hood.” Dingo said in a very bland voice. A voice with little inflection. A voice that Donovan found himself obeying automatically. His hands had grabbed the other drone hood from Dingo’s outstretched hands and had already slid it down his head by the time his brain had started to catch up. He deftly removed the meditation visor, then slid the drone hood into position. He felt two small objects slide into his ear as the hood fell into place. The slowly spinning spiral on the interior of the lenses entranced him before he could protest, again sending him into the deep trance state that he had grown accustomed to over this past year.
Voices and commands began to emanate from the built-in earphones. Donovan sat still on the couch while Dingo continued to stand up very close to him. Neither boy moved for a long while as the programming within the drone hoods began to irrevocably change them. It started by reinforcing how good they felt being encased in rubber, how good it felt to do what they were told, how good it felt not to have to think for themselves. It was very easy to agree with the commands, which continued to play in a loop for a long time. Not that either boy was aware of the passage of time, trapped in the moment as they were.
Then the commands changed as they were ordered to lie down on the bed. Encouraged to surrender completely to the pleasure that they were feeling. To surrender their minds and wills. To surrender to mindless obedience. This was coupled with the subprogram that planted the idea that their mind was flowing into their balls and that when they came they would expel their mind and will along with their seed. By the time they were allowed to ejaculate several hours later, both men had completely accepted the ideas that were being brainwashed into them. Donovan had never felt so good in all of his life than in the moment when he had ejaculated away not only his cum, but also his mind and free will. He was content in that moment, simply awash in the post orgasmic glow.
In his dreams that night, he saw himself dressed as a rubber drone moving about an office full of drones. Thinking about nothing as he marched down the aisles between cubicles in a rhythmic manner like a machine. Stopping inside a cubicle to stand very closely in front of another drone. Talking to the drone in a monotone voice as he greeted the drone with the customary stroke up and down its long hard cock. Dropping to his knees at the slightest command from within the drone hood and taking that drone’s manhood into his mouth and throat.
Drone DN1028 (Donovan) awoke two days later covered in dried cum in a bed next to another drone that was similarly caked in cum. On instinct his hand grasped the other drones cock and gently stroked it a few times.
“Greetings drone. This unit is Drone DN1028. What is his designation?”
“Greetings drone. This unit is Drone DO1029.” The drone that had been Dingo replied as he stroked Donovan’s cock up and down enough to cause him to spontaneously cum all over his body. Drone DO1029 rolled over to lick some of the cum off the rubber. Smiling intently at him, the drone said in a monotone, “Your cum is plentiful and nutritious. This unit looks forward to tasting it again.”
“Proceed to System Control for new assignment and training” came a command into both drones earphones. Immediately, the pair arose from the bed and left the bedroom. Stopping only long enough to close the door behind them, the pair walked side-by-side down the street towards the location of the nearest pickup point. As they walked down the street, gazing vacantly ahead, listening to the subtle programming that was playing in the back of their minds, other drones were leaving the domiciles to march down the street as well. No one spoke to each other, which was not unusual these days.
A short walk later and the drones that had been Donovan and Dingo were seated in a cramped van that was packed to the brim with other drones. By sheer coincidence, Drone DN1028 (Donovan) was seated next to the drones that used to be Fred, Horace, and Joel. Covered as they were in the rubber suits, Donovan would’ve had a hard time identifying them. Horace had also removed his beard on becoming a drone, so that identifier was absent.
The drones did not acknowledge one another or make small talk during the drive to System Control. They just sat in place, focused entirely on the spiral and the programming that was being whispered in their ears. Programming that reinforced their identity as drones.
They were just as silent when they filed out of the van in an orderly line and marched into the massive supercomplex that was System Control. Once past the empty lobby, they entered an enormous conference hall. Drones were lined up before several booths that formed a barrier in front of several colored doors. In each booth, a pair of drones inspected each incoming drone one-at-a-time before sending them through one of the colored doors.
The drone that used to be Dingo stood in line immediately before Drone DN1028. So Drone DN1028 had a front-row seat to the inspection procedure. For a brief moment as the drones prodded and felt the muscles around the former Dingo’s body, a body that even under the rubber Donovan would recognize, Drone DN1028 felt a momentary pang of emotional distress. A brief cry of alarm from his shriveled mind that was stamped out by the drone. Why should the drone feel distress? Nothing bad was going to happen. All drones were brothers. Brothers took care of brothers. Drones took care of drones. And with that, the small part of Drone DN1028 that cared especially deeply for the drone that stood before him and that recognized him as his lover disappeared. The drone before him was very tall and muscular. He would make for a good worker drone. And he was well endowed, evidenced by the inspecting drones as they gently stroked it and maneuvered it around. Then the drones sent the (Dingo) drone through one of the white doors marked for worker drones.
It was his turn to be inspected and assigned a function. He entered the booth and stood still while the drones pleasurably fondled and prodded his muscles, chest, abs, butt, legs, and groin. His cock was not that large but their touch on it still felt good. Then the inspection was over and he was directed to a different white colored door. A door that was different than the one that the muscle god drone had passed through. That did not bring any pangs of sadness or negative feelings; only pleasure at the thought of being given a function in the drone society. He gladly walked to the door and opened it.
The door was connected to a long narrow corridor that went on a distance. Drone DN1028 marched down the hall without any reservation, pausing only to open the door at the far end. He entered the connecting room, which was another large conference hall. This one was filled with hundreds of other drones. A pair of drones stood by the door, stopping him briefly to affix a white adhesive strip onto his suit. The strip was placed directly under his pectoral muscles and it had the image of a yellow 3D box on it. After receiving the mark of his designation, he joined his fellow drones in the rows that stood at attention before a large television screen; the kind that the reader would find at a large sports stadium.
Drone DN1028 stood there for who knew how long; time didn’t have the same pressing [concern] that it used to. When it was time to do anything different, he would know. Until then, Drone DN1028 soaked the reinforcement programming that reinforced his identity and drove away all memory of his former life.
When the hall was filled with drones, the television came to life and all drones instinctively looked up towards it. A large muscled drone dominated the screen, his black rubbered body marred only by the white identifier strip. Drone DN1028 felt an instant longing for this muscled drone. A desperate need to obey it, worship it.
“Greetings, brother drones. Brother drones have been assigned the function of postal drone. Postal drones will deliver material throughout the society. Postal drones are important to the society. Postal drones will feel pleasure and pride as they complete their assignments. Postal drones hear and obey.”
“POSTAL DRONES HEAR AND OBEY.” Came the thundering monotone voice of thousands of drones speaking in unison, pledging their obedience. Drone DN1028 was filled with pride at being given such an important role in the society. Of course he would obey. It was a drone’s purpose to obey.
The drone on the television screen continued to give instruction to the new postal drones. Occasionally the video transitioned to scenes of postal drones performing their duties. Throughout it all the drone voice imparted instruction on the procedure surrounding the job. The drones would need constant reinforcement but they would quickly adapt. The video showed postal drones working together, eating together, sleeping together, having sex together. The togetherness and brotherhood made Drone DN1028 eager to obey so that he might experience the rewards of his hard work.
When the video ended, the drones left the room in lines out of several doors. Several large tankards with nozzles were set up by the doors. Each drone stopped by the nozzle, placed it in its mouth, and sucked down on the liquid nutrition that was allocated to it. Then the drone continued through the door while a nearby drone prepared the mouthpiece for the next drone. The nutrition was bland, but Drone DN1028 obediently guzzled it down. As he followed the other drones through the door, he emerged onto a massive loading bay that had a few hundred trucks and vans that were ready to go. He was guided by other drones to his assigned vehicle, a van that was filled with tall, overtly muscular drones that had a white stripe with a stack of gray colored bricks on it. Construction drones. One of those drones was Drone DN1029 (Dingo), who had also wholeheartedly accepted his role in the society.
The seats of the van had been removed so that the vehicle could be packed to capacity. A line of drones sat against the two sidewalls of the van with their legs bent and spread out. A second line of drones sat in a similar position between the legs of the other drones, their bodies pressed very closely to their brothers that rested against the wall. The drones in the back had their arms wrapped against the chests of the drones before them, to stabilize them as the van moved. This eating pattern was repeated throughout the back of the van, which had 12 rows of drones, eight drones to a row.
As he took a spot behind the wheel and slowly pulled out of the loading bay, moving slowly to avoid accidents and to practice driving. In short time, drone DN 1028 would be able to drive at normal speed without error and with complete focus on the task at hand. As the van pulled out of the facility and made its way to one of the many construction sites that were being started around the city, Drone DN1028 experienced a moment of anticipation, a moment that he would experience less and less as the years went on. It was eagerness towards another year of pleasure and obedience.
All Chapters
Drone World, Rising – Chapter 1
Drone World, Rising – Chapter 2
Drone World, Rising – Chapter 3
Drone World, Rising – Chapter 4
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