A Good Drone Obeys
By FeelingKnottyCda
"A good drone obeys."
"A good drone obeys. A good drone serves its master."
"A good drone obeys. A good drone serves its master. A good drone does as it is ordered."
Josh gasped around the plug gag filling his mouth. The mantra repeated in his ears, white noise blocking out all other sound. He looked questioningly at Ben, unsure of what was happening to him.
Ben, clad from head to toe in a black rubber catsuit with bright green piping, his collar locked snugly around his neck, tilted his head and gave his Alpha a sad smile. He was happy for Josh, who had taught him so much, and introduced him to this life. But he knew that the dominant top who had become his friend and mentor over the past couple of years was about to part ways with him. Ben knew that this was something Josh had long yearned for, but thought might never happen. And now it was.
"A good drone obeys. A good drone serves its masterÉ"
*** Earlier that day, Ben had received a text from Sir Mark, ordering himÊto report, alone, to his downtown condo. The Montreal apartment was one of several luxuriously appointed dwellings that his master had around the world. Ben wasn't certain exactly what Mark did for a living, or if he was just independently wealthy. All he knew was that his and Josh's task was to find compliant young men who could be moulded to fill Mark's needs.
It was unusual, though, for Mark to call for Ben on his own. Since he had first met Josh, Ben had always been in the subservient beta role, assisting Josh as needed. Ben didn't question this sudden summons, though. Good boys don't question their masters.
Ben entered the key code, and let himself into Mark's condo. No one was apparently visible, so he entered the office. He stripped off the T-shirt, shorts and trainers he had been permitted to wear for the journey over, folded the clothes, and placed them in a small pile in the corner. He knelt down in front of the desk, hands clasped in the small of his back, closed his eyes, and settled in to wait until Mark was ready to see him.
Mark did not take long to arrive. After a few minutes, Ben heard the door on the other side of the room open, and then the sounds of someone settling into the chair. He continued to wait.
"Open your eyes, boy."
Ben opened his eyes, but kept them downcast, as he had been trained to do when in Mark's presence. He could see, in his peripheral vision, that Mark had chosen to gear up for this meeting. He caught a glimpse of a tailored rubber shirt, taut across Mark's well-defined chest.
"I have been monitoring your training, Ben. You have come a long way over the past several months. Your skills at binding boys has become top-notch. You can edge them like a professional. And your Recon profile is attracting as many boys as Josh's does, now."
It was true. Over the past couple of years, since he first sent that tentative message to Josh's Recon account, his world had been transformed. A series of several intense bondage and edging sessions subbing to Josh had gradually transformed into an ongoing alpha-beta relationship, with Ben in the submissive role.
It was only after several months that Josh let him know the full and true nature of his relationship status, which was more than just being in an "open relationship." Josh was Mark's collared boy, and his Recon activities were part of a much larger project. While Josh played with a lot of rubber bondage boys, and was extremely good at it, this was a means to a larger end. Mark had set him the task of identifying boys who truly craved servitude. He had been monitoring Josh's sessions with Ben, and wanted Josh to train Ben to be another bondage "top" in his stable. Mark thought that Ben had potential to recruit more boys.
What Ben hadn't known, and what Josh revealed to him at that point, was that a select group of truly submissive boys that he identified were subjected to special hypnotic programming so that they would serve Mark's every whim. These boys left their former lives completely behind, and were transformed into compliant rubber drones. Ben wasn't entirely sure what the drones did Ð although given how attractive the boys were, and that they were always covered head to toe in rubber when their programming began, he knew that sexual service was at least part of their role. His job was to help find these boys.
For several months, Josh had been teaching him the tricks of the trade, so to speak. Submissive guys would answer one of their Recon profiles, and those that seemed promising were invited to come and "play". In many of these sessions, particularly at the start, Ben played the beta role to Josh, learning how to bind the elaborate rope harnesses onto the attractive men who had answered their ads, how to slowly ramp up the electro-stim to keep the boys on the threshold between pain and pleasure. He learned about how a careful combination of tit-play, massaging of the taint, and playing with a boy's balls could drive him wild, even before touching his cock. Together, they used a dizzying number of gags, muzzles, hoods, gas masks, rope, and belts on boys in an elaborate array of positions.
Prospective candidates to become Mark's drones were usually invited to come back for multiple repeat sessions. When Josh thought that someone was a good candidate, he would let Mark know Ð and Mark, who had their playspace under constant video monitoring, would evaluate the boy during a session. If he agreed Ð and he usually did, as Josh was an excellent judge of such things Ð then on a subsequent session, the boy would be dressed in a full rubber bodysuit, hooded, gagged, and restrained. Then Josh and Ben would place the headphones over the boy's ears, and video goggles over his eyes, and start the programming system. When the boys emerged from the programming session, they were quiet and docile, only saying "yes, sir" in response to commands. Josh would take them to a location specified by Mark, and Ben would never see them again.
What the boys that Josh and Ben played with did not know, though, was that under the rubber catsuits that they typically wore during their bondage sessions, their cocks were locked into sophisticated metal chastity belts. Mark had ordered custom-fit belts made for each of them, which were truly top of the line. Electronically-locked and computer controlled, they could only be opened when Mark sent the code over the wireless network. So Josh and Ben, the bondage tops that so many boys wanted to play with, were in fact kept in a state of perpetual horniness most of the time. It provided powerful motivation to do their best work, although their devotion to Mark would have been ample reason enough.
Periodically though, as a reward for good work, Mark would decide that Josh or Ben had earned an orgasm. This was only ever done under very strict conditions. If Ben was to be allowed to come, Josh would receive a message from Mark to "prepare" him. Josh would get geared up in an outfit of his choosing, and would then oversee dressing Ben in rubber gear, restraining his hands before removing his chastity device, which Mark had unlocked remotely. A thick gag, often with a muzzle covering the bottom half of his face, would be strapped in place.
Josh would then securely restrain Ben in the position that Mark wanted him to be in. Sometimes it was to the bondage chair. Other times, to the St. Andrew's cross. Or the elaborate bed frame. A blindfold would then be slipped over the boy's eyes, blocking out his vision. Sometimes white noise would be added through headphones. And then the edging would begin. Prolonged, deliberate, mind-blowing edging that would only be permitted to come to an end when the amount of time that Mark had specified had elapsed. At that point, Josh would tell Ben that he was allowed to come. A massive eruption would follow almost immediately. And then, after he came down, and they had cuddled for a while, Ben would be re-locked into his chastity device. While Mark had personally overseen Josh's orgasms in the early period of Ben's training, in recent months, it was Ben who had been responsible for administering Josh's "rewards."
*** In the office, Mark continued speaking. "I've been very pleased with your progress, boy, and I know that you and Josh have become very close."
"But it is time for Josh to move on to a new role in my household, and for you to take over his current position."
Although he didn't say anything, Ben felt a pang of anxiety at the prospect of losing his mentor, but he knelt quietly and listened as Sir Mark continued.
"I know that Josh has confided to you that he has always wanted to be one of the rubber drones that I have had him create for me. That he wants to completely give up control, and the need to make decisions for himself. And up until now, I couldn't allow him to do that. He was far too talented, and valuable to me as the collector of my new rubber drones. But I believe that he has trained a suitable replacement, even if he didn't realize that was what I was having him do."
Replacement? He knew in his heart that he could never really replace Josh. While Ben had learned an awful lot from him, he held Josh on a pedestal. But he was a good boy, and would do his utmost to fulfill Sir Mark's wishes.
"I want this to come as a surprise to Josh," Mark continued. "He has done so much for me over the past few years, and I want his induction to be perfect. And that requires that you carry out my plan to the letter. So here is how you will proceed. É"
*** And so Ben had carried out Sir Mark's orders precisely. When he returned to the playroom-slash-dungeon-slash-house that Mark owned for this purpose, Ben let Josh know that Mark had decided that he had earned a reward. They had recently processed a new drone Ð a hot 25-year old blonde muscleboy who had proven to be a completely submissive toy at heart Ð and so the reward didn't come as a complete surprise.
Ben helped Josh lube up, and then got him into his favourite rubber catsuit, the black one with vivid orange piping. The thick rubber muzzle with gag insert was next. Locking Josh's hands into rubber fist mitts, Ben had then texted Mark, who sent the code that unlocked Josh's chastity device, which Ben removed. He added the electro ring around the base of Josh's cock and inserted the electro plug up his ass.
Ben pulled Josh over to the bondage chair, and quickly fastened belts everywhere. Ankles, thighs, calves, waist, forearms, upper arms, and forehead. A special belt that had been made just for Josh went around his chest, but left his nipples exposed and available for torture or pleasure. Or both. Ben added a fierce set of clamps to Josh's nips, and Josh's hard cock pulsed, earning a chuckle from Ben. He hooked the wires from the plug and cockring into the e-stim box, and started a slowly ramping up program, as Josh moaned in response.
Next to come were the noise-cancelling headphones, which Ben carefully and deliberately placed over Josh's ears. He stood back, and gazed lovingly at the man he had called his Alpha for the past couple of years. He was happy that Josh was about to get his heart's desire, even though it meant that he would be left to carry on this work on his own, at least for now.
Ben pressed play on the audio track. The words began in Josh's ears.
"A good drone obeys."
Ben heard Josh gasp, and saw the questioning look in his eyes. Ben gave him a somewhat sad little smile, then reached for the goggles. He took one final look into his Alpha's eyes, then slipped the goggles over his head, and activated the visual part of the programming sequence. It was time for Josh to become a drone to Sir Mark.
"A good drone obeys. A good drone serves its master. A good drone does as it is ordered."