I was dazed, my head spinning as I felt my awareness of reality return. 

“Mfphhh”, I groaned, an uncomfortable dizziness clouding my head.

When consciousness returned, it came in fragments. I could tell instantly that something was awry. First, my inability to sit upright or to control my body in any way led me to begin to panic. Then the taste of rubber and antiseptic coated the back of my throat, and I knew there was something lodged inside my mouth. My eyes flickered open, but darkness pressed close around me, encapsulating my dreaded feeling of isolation. I groaned out a desperate plea for attention, but given the object nestled between my lips, this came out as a muffled ‘mmffpphhh‘. With the lack of a response after a few futile attempts, I assumed that I was alone, sequestered in this unknown prison. Within my ears, I could hear static like the fizzing of an old TV screen.

I thrust forward against my unknown bonds, but my limbs quickly sprang back to their original position. A cold wave of realisation broke over me: my arms, my legs, even my chest were no longer mine to control. Something held me in a tight embrace. I felt pressure hugging every inch of my body, rhythmic and unyielding, as if was sealed inside a second skin. It shifted subtly when I struggled, its resistance recoiling any attempt to move as it bound me to remain in my current position. It was hopeless to attempt to oppose it. Each endeavour only drew the embrace tighter, like a living restraint that could easily overpower me.

As my confused and slightly delirious brain tried to comprehend my current predicament, I sensed a deep aching heaviness within my anal walls. My muscles clenched around something hard as I groaned in disgust. How could this be happening? I was stuffed so wholly in both my ass and mouth, my senses assaulted on all fronts and fully bound, as I lay praying for any hope of liberation.

I could tell from my placement that I was gripped rigid like a totem pole, my weak arms pinned helplessly to my sides. My long, skinny legs squeezed firmly together. There was some ability to move, but once I’d relinquished any directional force, my body part sprang back to its original position. It was like I was clutched in a firm cocoon. My unidentified coating was a humiliating tormentor aimed at proving how powerless I really was.

Feeling the pressure against my head, I assumed I was wearing a heavy and intense mask. My breathing tasted faintly of rubber as I respired the pungent aroma. With effort, I exhaled and inhaled, feeling the mask hug the contours of my face. I lay there totally helpless in my predicament. My head was held rigid in space with limited use of my neck. I moaned out in despair once more, with the familiar sound of my muffled cry filling the mask.

Suddenly, I felt hands groping my rubberised head. I was startled by the hasty onslaught of an individual grappling with my cocooned head. The static that pounded my subconscious suddenly faded to a dim hum as a voice bounded through the earphones nestled in my ears.

Try to fight the bonds and see what happens…

The voice was noticeably male, with a faint trace of an accent, I assumed possibly German. The gruff and authoritative tone of their voice rang through my head. I called out in response with another inaudible whine.

How does it feel trapped in place? I bet you’re stewing in your own juices in there.

I pleaded with a cry of defeat as I listened to their silky voice. I could indeed feel the sweat built up over time in my warm, enclosed prison.

Without any notice given, the blindfold was removed from my masked eyes, and a sharp white light assaulted my blinded sight. I strained to look up at the source of the voice, but could only see bright white surroundings. The heavy-duty mask I wore held my eyes in darkened lenses, making my surroundings difficult to comprehend. Sweat had built up inside the mask, and everything had a faint haze to it as I stared out, exploring my predicament.

Why don’t I give you a view of your current form? 

The voice asked, as I muffled a response.

A screen was pulled into view, and I could make out a heavy, large cocoon strapped to a metal table. The figure was puffed and round, held in a sleeping bag. Its rounded curves were shiny and reflected the white lights in the room. The figure lying prostrate on the table looked more akin to a caterpillar’s cocoon than anything remotely human. Its sleek black shape was unforgiving and rigid, as I stared in disbelief. It took a few seconds before I realised that this strange object was in fact me!

I moaned out in distress and fear as I thrashed in my bonds, noticing as I did that the cocoon wiggled faintly. A true sign of my anguished struggles for escape. Hands dove into view, their appearance sleek and black, noticeably covered in the same rubber that contained my body. They stroked my masked head — a gentle caress, almost lovingly orchestrated.

“What kind of situation did I find myself in? Had I woken up in some kind of perverted fantasy?” I wondered. 

There wasn’t much time to contemplate this thought as the item lodged deep in my anus began to hum rhythmically. It was gently teasing the interior walls of my anus as I cried into the gag lodged in my throat. 

“What the fuck was going on?” I thought.

The screen was slid away from view by the rubberised hands, and my eyes, now adjusted to the harsh lights of the room, searched for any indication of where I was currently held. The ceiling of the room looked like white tiles with stripped lights overhead. Behind the static whirring in my ears, I could hear the faint bleeping of machinery nearby. A gentle hiss signified that my cocooned form was inflated by one of the devices.

A shadow moved within the bright light of the room.

At first, I thought it was a statue, broad shoulders, a torso like carved stone, arms folded across a barrel chest. Then it shifted, and the light caught a masked face, expressionless, the eye sections reflected the tiled ground around me. A man stood there, impossibly still, his presence so imposing that the chamber where we both lay seemed smaller for containing him. His role was obvious without a word: he was in charge, my captor and the silent enforcer of my plight.

He had to duck his massive frame to enter my narrow and restricted viewpoint. The rubber suit worn by my captor groaned faintly with the movement of his muscles. The overhead lights glinted off the slick black surface, tracing every ridge and bulge of his body as though the suit had been sculpted directly onto him. He moved with a heaviness that shook the floor, each step slow, deliberate.

The gas mask turned down towards me. Two blank lenses locked onto my face, twin voids that revealed nothing of the man, if it was a man, beneath. The long hoses hanging from the mask swayed slightly as he breathed, the filters exhaling a rasping rhythm that filled the silence with menace. Every breath sounded like a restrained growl, steady and patient, as if he could wait forever for me to break.

I wriggled in my bondage as I tried to escape his glaring view, but there was nowhere to go. The figure stepped closer, filling the space with his size, eclipsing the harsh lighting on the ceiling. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His sheer presence was commanding enough.

A gloved hand, massive, black, dripping with chemical shine, reached for a console somewhere out of view. The rubber creaked as his fist closed around it. I might as well have been a lifeless doll; my protests, my thrashing, all meant nothing. 

The gas mask leaned close once again. The lenses reflected my own masked face, warped and distorted. His breath rasped, and still he said nothing. His silence was heavier than words, heavier than threats. It was the silence of a creature who knew it was already in control.

A voice crackled through the speakers in my ears once again. Deliberate, authoritative and utterly inhuman.

You are in the middle of being programmed into a Rubber Drone #1425. It is futile to try to resist, so accept your new place in the world. In a moment, we will move on to phase three before we begin to let you rest and contemplate your new life.

His grip tightened, locking my head further in place. My muscles screamed, but I couldn’t move. I was a puppet, frozen in the grip of a giant dressed in rubber and rage. And as the voice gave its next command, I realised that the mask, the size, the silence — all of it wasn’t just to terrify. It was to erase the idea that he was human at all. He wasn’t a man anymore.

He was an instrument in my dark and terrifying fate.

I was stunned to hear the future which lay before me. I was totally defenceless to fight it, and the soothing words of my captor filled me with a worrying sense of worthless acceptance. Out of sight, I imagined that there were pipes which fed into the cocoon. One was no doubt filling my lungs with measured bursts of filtered air, the other delivering a steady stream of air into my rubber-covered body. I quickly realised that other pipes must be attached to my prone body as the vibrating hum of the item lodged in my anus began to deliver a viscous liquid directly into my bowels. It pushed the liquid into me too precisely to be accidental. I was horrified beyond belief, my body unable to fight it and forced to accept this perverted onslaught. 

Beginning anal purge. Do not resist. 

At the same time, another unseen hose delivered a bitter, equally viscous liquid directly down my throat. I was being kept alive by the machines, which whirred around me. I spluttered and groaned, desperate for this to end. 

My captor didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His gaze told me everything: there would be no bargaining, no pleading, no chance to appeal to sympathy. My body belonged to the cocoon; my survival belonged to the pipes. And both, in turn, belonged to whoever commanded them.

The worst part was not the restraint, nor the silence, nor even the watchful figure looming in the gloom. The worst part was the growing suspicion that the cocoon didn’t just control my body—it was becoming it. Matching my heartbeat, syncing with my breath, moulding itself closer each time I moved, until I could no longer tell where it ended and I began. Perhaps this was the beginning of the programming that my captor had so outrightly informed me of.

As I swallowed the thick, viscous gruel, I could tell that there was a faint trace of a familiar taste to it. A dark realisation washed over me as I could tell the liquid tasted exactly like cum. I imagined it to be a thick, white substance that was being injected into my unwilling body as I swallowed it down in copious amounts. If I had to guess, a similar liquid was being injected into my bowels as it filled me on both ends. Very quickly, I began to feel full and rather sickly as I squirmed in my rubber cocoon.

As the torture continued, my bowels were stretched to a point that I thought they would burst before the item lodged in my anus suddenly stopped filling me. Another hum echoed deep in my ass before my bowels groaned in displeasure, before the liquid inside me was evacuated. The sudden feeling of the pressure on my gut dissipating filled me with a sense of dread as the liquid was sucked out of my belly.

“MHFRRRREHHHHHH”, I spluttered behind the libation still filling my mouth.

Anal purge completed.

The words were so clinical, so embarrassing. They were delivered with a precise nature that felt more like it was announced for the captor than for me. The fluid which had cleaned out my guts had been sucked away. Its purpose was foreign to me, but it filled me with a despairing sense of dread.

As the last remnants of the drink being injected into my mouth began to slow, the gag shot a last few ropes of its unknown seed into my mouth. Forced to swallow it all, I had no choice but to gulp down the sickly-tasting libation.

Now that your meal is finished, I can explain the next part of your transformation. You may feel like you’ve just woken up from a long and deep sleep, but I assure you, it’s been a couple of days since you were last conscious. In that time, your body has already gone through a drastic transformation. Your body has been treated by our dissolving solution, meaning that your body no longer has any trace of hair on it. Underneath the rubberised casing, you’re totally smooth from head to toe. Drones are not permitted to have any hair on their bodies for the rest of their lives. You are no exception.

My eyes were wide in disbelief as I tried to build a visual idea of how I’d look totally bald.

This will not be a problem as you’ll always be contained in a form-fitting rubber suit covering you from head to toe. No skin will ever be on show, and you’ll always be required to have a shiny, rubber surface all over. There is no exception to this.

For the time being, you’ll be encased in the rubber cocoon until you’re ready to be transferred to our sleeping quarters. Your time spent here will ensure that your mind is broken again and again. Your freedom destroyed, your sense of identity erased. You will leave this cocoon when you recognise that you are a Drone. Do you understand?

A muffled and defeated cry emitted from my gagged mouth.

You have entered into our programme willingly. Before you were sedated, we ensured that all your rights, belongings, and your fate were signed over to us. You cannot fight this existence, so you should just accept it. If you don’t, we’ll have to move into more drastic actions.

“More drastic than what was currently happening?” I thought.

I couldn’t even imagine how things could get any worse. And in that moment of terror, I realised something even more horrifying. The chamber I was currently held in wasn’t my prison. It was my cradle. Something was being prepared, and I was at the centre of it.

Of course, if you obey your programming and accept your place as a Drone, things will begin to feel much better. Not everything we deliver will feel painful… observe.

Abruptly, a faint hum emanated around my dick as I realised, like the rest of my body, that it was contained in its own rubber-coated sleeve. It pulsed and gripped my hardening cock in a vice-like grip. I could feel my sexual lust building as the item lodged in my anal walls began to vibrate in tandem. I was being assaulted on all fronts, and my body was helpless to resist it.

Orgasm is denied. We’ve found through experimentation that the average male body is easily controllable when its horniness is within certain parameters. Our goal is to keep you within these parameters at all times as our brainwashing programme takes full effect. Due to specific equipment around your sexual organs, orgasm is therefore impossible.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Even my own lust was being used against me. My body really was a toy being played with by my mysterious captors. My sexual identity was being channelled into my transformation without any ability to control it.

As you can already tell, we control everything that your body is subjected to… this includes what you breathe. At the moment, this is rubber-scented air, but a turn of a nob and suddenly-

Without warning, a chemical smell came through the mask fixed to my face, and I could tell there was an immediate effect on my body. My heart began to race, my mind foggy as the sexual thrill of my current predicament entered new heights that I never thought possible. I was now moaning not in frustration or fear but in lust-filled delight. Part of me was begging for it to stop, but a deeper part of me accepted this onslaught and cried with pure ecstasy into the gag lodged in my mouth. 

This chemical will be delivered at regular intervals when the computer reads that your sexual desires fall below the permitted level. This is another part of your body where you no longer have control.

Unexpectedly, all around me, I was awash in pure sexual joy. The mask staring deep into my soul, belonging to my terrifying captor, filled me with such a questionable sexual fascination. I wanted more of this rubber-coated creature. For him to dominate me completely, to continue his control over me, to reach even new heights.

You may already be able to tell, but the item which is currently fitted in your mouth and ass are both shaped like a human erection. We endeavour to programme you to crave rubber cock. There is another feature to the plug currently lodged in your ass, allow me to demonstrate. 

With a tap on the console, the member lodged so deeply in my ass not only vibrated but also began a rhythmic pulsing within me. Pulling out slowly before diving back inside. It was fucking me!! I thrashed and screamed a mixture of fear and delight. My eyes locked firmly on my captor’s masked lenses as I imagined him being the one to fuck me. Surely this was part of their agenda to turn me into a gay, perverted freak. I was terrified of the possibilities of it working.

You will need some time to rest and contemplate your future.

With a tap of the console, all the sexual stimulations ceased as I was left breathing heavily. My mind returned to a somewhat normal state as I cried and thrashed once more. My captor fixed the blindfold firmly over my masked face once more as I was plunged into the darkness.

—

I quickly realised that they controlled everything. Toilet breaks were not permitted; instead, I would be given regular’purges’ of my bowels, and any liquid which escaped my cock was quickly sucked away. Humiliation became part of the air, thick and cloying, until even my own body betrayed me. I stopped noticing when I had to go after a while — the machines took full control of my vulnerable body. I was just a silent witness to my undoing.

What broke me faster was periods of sexual frustration that built as the cock lodged in my ass began to vibrate along with the sleeve around my own dick and balls, which sucked me dry. Every few hours, this process was repeated until I was a writhing mess begging to cum. Of course, I quickly learned that this was not an option. The aching release would never be granted, and I would be constantly teased, almost as a way of mocking me. No matter how much I fought, I knew that I would eventually break, just like my captor had explained. The voice would come back at regular intervals to update on my status. However, it never laughed, never mocked. It only reminded me of my steady progress toward being converted into a drone.

—

An uncertain amount of time later, my captor once again removed my blindfold as I stared up with delight at seeing his perfect rubber-coated body staring down at me. 

Congratulations, Drone #1425, you are now ready to enter the next phase of your conversion. You will now be releasedfrom the cocoon like a butterfly emerging from its transformation. Your skin will be bonded for life with its new rubber suit. Are you ready to accept your programming and become a Drone?

“MFFFPPHHHHH”, I yelled out, my voice feeling hoarse from the constant moaning and screaming over the last few days. 

I knew that the programming had taken its full effect as my mind no longer held any worries or thoughts of escape. I was just a machine waiting for commands to follow and orders to undertake. I had no free will or thoughts of my own. Now all my thoughts were provided for me.

You will now be sedated once more. When you awake, the cocoon will have been removed and you’ll be fitted with your new second skin suit. You will still be restrained for the foreseeable future until we determine that your programming has taken full effect. From that point, we’ll allow you to begin functioning as a normal Drone.

The mask of my captor gave no expression, yet its silence radiated hostility, each slow breath rasping through the filters like a predator’s growl. Shoulders squared, fists clenched, the sheer immensity of his build exuded absolute authority, as if resistance itself was a joke he had already crushed a hundred times before — and in a way, I knew that he had. To look at him was to feel smaller, weaker, and utterly owned by the fury he carried in his stance.

Resistance is futile. Acceptance is everything. You will be converted. Drone #1425, welcome to the rest of your pathetic life.

Suddenly, the room faded, and I dropped into a long and lust-filled slumber.