It’s been a while since I finished a story (though I certainly do a good job of starting and then abandoning them). I’ve been pretty horny this week, so used that to my advantage to write the story below. A large chunk of this was written while I was in full rubber, electroing myself, so I was certainly in the right mindset at the time…
Matt woke up from a strange dream. He’d been out at a rubber night in a club with friends, and then he vaguely remembered looking up at a guy he didn’t recognise, who was pinning him down. He realised his cock was still rock hard, and was disappointed he’d woken up before the exciting part.
As the dream faded away from his mind, he started to realise things weren’t as they should be. For one, he could feel that he was sitting, rather than lying down. Maybe he’d gotten home late and passed out on the sofa or something? He groggily opened his tired, dry eyes, expecting to see his living room, but instead he saw himself, staring back at him with a puzzled and worried expression.
The mirror in front of him made up the entirety of the wall he was facing – the walls to the sides were black and featureless, as was the wall directly behind him, save for a single door off to the left of the reflection. A single strip light in the centre of the black ceiling illuminated the room in a harsh white light, and allowed him to scrutinise every detail of his situation.
He sat in a silvery-metal-framed bondage chair, which was bolted to the floor – the seat, back and arm rests were made from black leather-covered padding, and felt comfortable but slightly sweaty from where he’d been in contact with them for however long he’d been there. Numerous black straps surrounded his forehead, chin, arms, torso and legs, creating contrasting stripes against his naked skin and holding him tightly to the chair.
He panicked. He shouted for help. He listened intently for any sign of anyone nearby – nothing. He fumbled with his hands to try to reach the buckles closes to them. He pulled with all his might against the straps, but to no avail.
What would normally have been an amazingly horny experience for him was now something much more terrifying. He realised that it hadn’t been a dream at all – he really had been out on a rubber night, and really had been looking up at someone standing over him. But what happened? How did he get here? Where was he? Maybe one of his friends had finally gotten the hint about his kindnapping fantasies? He didn’t recognise the room, so that couldn’t be it. His mind raced, trying to remember any extra details, but he couldn’t remember anything else.
The door behind him began to open, spilling more light into the room. Matt stopped struggling and focused on the left of the reflection, in time to see the rubber man entering from what looked like a featureless corridor.
He was about 6ft tall and muscular – his shiny black rubber suit seemed to perfectly enhance every detail of his body. His face was hidden behind a hooded S10 gasmask – its lenses tinted black to give no sign of who was inside. His black rubber boots squeaked slightly as he walked – he moved strongly, confidently and with purpose. There was a visible bulge in his codpiece, which he rubbed with his rubber-gloved hand as he moved in front of and looked at his captive. His other gloved hand was carrying what looked like a black plastic food box – the light glinting off its surfaces as he held it by his side.
The rubber man stood in front of Matt for what seemed like a long time – the only noises coming from his calm breathing in the gasmask and from him rubbing his codpiece, the bulge now noticeably larger. “Let me out!”, Matt shouted, straining in the chair once more. He struggled for a few minutes more, before finally relaxing, exhausted. “Please…”, he sobbed, genuinely scared for his safety.
“I’ve been following you for a while”, the rubber man said, his voice deep and slightly distorted through the gasmask. “I’ve read your blog and your stories, and I knew I had to have you – you’re the perfect candidate for what I’ve been working on”.
He held up the black box so that Matt could see it more clearly, and he noticed he’d been wrong about it. The shiny black colour actually stopped short of the lid of the box, which was made of some sort of transparent material. Matt could see that the contents of the box were some kind of viscous liquid, slowly moving around on its own, ebbing and flowing slightly.
“This is a symbiotic organism – designed to bond with a person so that they can become one and enhance each other so that they can serve me”, he said, bringing the box closer to Matt. The black liquid began to move more quickly, visibly moving to the side of the container closest to Matt, seemingly desperate to be near him. “This one has been made for you, Matt”, he said, squatting down and placing the box near Matt’s feet.
Matt strained once more. “Let me out, please! Please just let me go and I won’t tell anyone about this”, he begged. Nothing seemed to faze the rubber man – he rubbed his codpiece even more, enjoying Matt’s pleading and desperation.
“There’s no point struggling”, he replied. “soon you won’t want to, anyway. I know your fantasies, and part of you wants this – to be the perfect rubber drone for someone. I’m giving you what you want, even if you don’t feel that way at the moment”.
He opened the box, and took a step to the side so that Matt could see everything in the mirror. Immediately, the symbiote reacted, splitting in two – each half stretching from the box to one of Matt’s feet. With the last of his energy, Matt squirmed in the chair, determined to break the restraints if he had to, but nothing moved even a millimetre.
The two halves of the symbiote made contact with each of Matt’s feet in unison, each moving as a mirror image of the other. It felt cold, slightly wet, and made his skin tingle. “GET IT OFF ME!”, he screamed, as it began to spread all over his feet, perfectly covering them and leaving separate rubber toes. It moved up his legs, squeezing under the bondage straps as it did so.
As it reached the top of his legs, the two halves merged. It moved around his ass cheeks. “Please, stop it!”, he begged, but his begging turned into deep moans as the symbiote found his hole. It felt like nothing he’d ever experienced – the cold tingling spreading deep inside him, actually pulsating inside him and massaging his prostate.
Despite his fear and desperate need to escape, his cock grew hard and began to precum from the stimulation in his ass. “Stop”, he managed, in between moans. The rubber man simply stood, rubbing his codpiece and enjoying watching his work paying off after all this time.
All Matt could do was watch as the shiny black organism spread around to his groin, coating his balls and working its way up his cock from the base. Each millimetre of movement drove him more insane – he could no longer control the moans coming out of him, and he struggled to control his breathing, let alone trying to reason with his captor.
It spread to the tip of his cock, before moving inside his urethra, moving deep inside his now fully rubberised cock. The sensations were too much for Matt – his cock and his ass moving at the same time, as if he was fucking himself. Thicker layers began to form around his groin, eventually covering his cock and balls in a rubber pouch, hiding them completely from view.
The rubber man released the straps on Matt’s legs, and naturally he immediately tried to kick and struggle, but his legs felt so heavy, he couldn’t move them at all. Despite how thin the symbiote felt, he could feel it pressing him down whenever he tried to move. Clearly his captor was removing the leg straps as they were no longer needed…
The symbiote continued up his torso and his chest, adding even more stimulation as it rubbed his now rubberised nipples. More straps were removed, and Matt’s escape attempts were now more half-hearted – the stimulation and horniness starting to cloud his judgement.
Soon his arms and hands were covered, leaving him with perfect rubber fingers. His hands remained obediently on the arms of the chair once the straps were removed. Matt didn’t have enough energy left to fight, and he was focused more on the waves of stimulation in his ass and stroking his cock, hidden inside the rubber bulge.
The only remaining visible part of Matt was his head. The rubber man stood closer and leant down near Matt’s head, his calm gasmasked breathing the only thing his guest could hear.
“Take one last look”, he said, removing the forehead and chin straps from the chair, knowing that Matt couldn’t do much other than shake his head. Matt stared, wide-eyed as the symbiote spread up his neck, his chin, his lips and inside his mouth. It coated his tongue, his teeth and moved deep inside his throat. He tried to scream, but he couldn’t even open his mouth, let alone make a noise.
It invaded his nostrils, filling his olfactory sense with nothing but a rubber smell. It filled his ears and he closed his eyes as it spread over them, leaving him deaf and blind. His entire head was now covered, and was now mostly smooth, with no sign of ears or eyes – only his nostrils and mouth remaining as details.
His panicked quick breaths reverted to calm, controlled ones as the symbiote took over his respiratory system. From the outside, he looked completely calm. Inside his head, he was screaming, wanting nothing more than to rip the symbiote off him and escape.
He remained in the dark silence for what seemed like forever, desperately trying to calm down, to think of something, anything he could do. His entire body felt cold, wet, moving, squirming.
He became dimly aware of some sort of dull, regular sounds and began to see specks of light dancing across his vision. Over time, these became more defined, eventually giving him a clear picture of his surroundings, and the dull sounds became gasmasked breathing.
In front of him was a fully covered rubber object, sitting in a metal and leather chair. The figure was covered head to toe in a seamless, perfectly fitting rubber suit, it’s face devoid of any sign of the identity of the wearer. It didn’t make sense to Matt, but he knew that he’s sitting in front of a mirror – somehow he was seeing a reflection of himself, despite his eyes being completely covered.
The gasmasked breathing grew louder as his captor walked around to stand in front of him, slightly to the side so that Matt could still see in the mirror. “Wha…what the fuck have you done to me!?”, Matt shouted, able to move his mouth at last.
“That’s no way to talk to your Master, R01″, he replied calmly, touching the rubber object’s groin. Matt screamed as he felt the most intense pain he had ever experienced, the rubber pouch sharply contracting around his balls, hidden inside the pouch. “Now will you behave?”, the Master asked.
“Fuck off!”, Matt shouted, and was punished with more ball pain. Despite being able to talk, he couldn’t move any other part of his body, no matter how much he fought the rubber. “Interesting – it seems you and your symbiote need more time to bond before you’ll accept that you’re mine”, the Master replied.
“I’ll never be yours”, Matt shouted back, his rubber tongue and teeth visible as he spoke. “You will”, the Master said confidently, “but I’ll enjoy watching you fight it”. He left the room, leaving Matt alone once more.
Matt’s cock and ass would be stimulated from time to time. He would get close, and then the stimulation would stop. As the cycle continued, he noticed that each time he would be allowed to get closer and closer to orgasm, and the symbiote knew the perfect time to stop, as well as the perfect amount of time to wait before stimulating him once more – it was learning what worked best to keep its host horny.
“What?”, Matt replied, trying to look around for where the voice had come from, but was still unable to move his head.
It wasn’t a voice. It was a thought, implanted into Matt’s brain. Just a simple, single word, but one that remained in place in his mind.
The thought felt stronger, somehow, louder and more important. The entire world seemed to fade away from Matt’s consciousness as he focused on that one thought. The thoughts repeated, coming more often, feeling more intense.
“No, I won’t”, he said, almost growling the words as huge waves of stimulation in his ass and cock began to accompany each thought, his rubber ass and bulge visibly moving with each wave.
“N..No”, he replied, lacking conviction in his voice this time. His mind felt so fuzzy, so overwhelmed with invading thoughts from all directions.
These thoughts increased in intensity for hours.The Master entered the room – he’d been monitoring the drone’s progress through the two-way mirror from the room next door and could see that his drone was now barely fighting at all.
The Master walked over and stood in front of his creation. He removed his codpiece and stroked his fully hard cock with his rubber-gloved hand, enjoying the large amount of precum he’d been producing as he watched the symbiote go to work.
“Suck”, he said confidently. “F…fuck you”, Matt responded. The Master sighed slightly – the bonding process wasn’t quite complete yet – the subject was fighting far more than he’d accounted for.
He leant in close to his captive, holding his rubberised head with both hands. “You will learn to obey me, drone. You will learn to want to submit to me”.
“I’ll never want to submit to you”, Matt said, struggling to get the words out as his mind was bombarded with thoughts to obey his Master.
“I’d like for you to want it, but I can do something else in the meantime”, the Master replied. “I can give you as much…or as little consciousness as I choose”.
For Matt, those last few words faded away to an echo as his mind cleared of any part of Matt’s consciousness. That part of his brain was shut down, unneeded for now. “UPLOADING…” was the monotonous response from the drone, before opening its mouth for its Master.
The Master smiled inside his mask, before inserting his fully hard cock into his drone’s mouth. The inside of its mouth and its tongue were the perfect shape to provide maximum pleasure to the him, just as he had planned. Its saliva was the perfect lubricant, and it sucked better than any milking machine he had used before.
He moaned deeply with each thrust, keeping hold of the drone’s head the entire time as he face fucked it. The drone’s mind was consumed with thoughts that this was its purpose, and that it wanted nothing more than to serve its Master and pleasure his cock. It greedily sucked down its Master’s huge load when he finally shot, moaning loudly as the intense orgasm was more than even he had hoped for. The drone felt nothing at all – it was incapable of feelings or emotions.
“PROCESSING…”, it said as it processed its Master’s cum, once he had pulled out, implanting commands that would make it the perfect service drone.
“R01 will serve, Master”, it said in a monotone, still without any of Matt’s consciousness active. “You will”, the Master replied, as he left the room to let the symbiote bond with its host once more.
R01 felt…different somehow. It had thoughts of wanting to escape…but why would it want to? It should be at home, or going to work, but why would it want to go back to its shitty job when it can serve its Master?
“What the fuck am I thinking?”, it said. “I should serve my Master”, it said a moment later, experiencing a wave of pleasure from stimulation of its cock and hole as it spoke. “No!”, it growled through gritted rubber teeth as it tried to stand up, to no avail.
Hearing the noise, the Master entered the room, still fully rubberised as before. “What is your designation, drone?”, he said through his gasmask.
R01…MATT…R01…. the thoughts clouded its mind. “M….R01”, it replied.
“You mean ‘R01, Master’”.
“R01, Master”, it replied, and a wave of pleasure took over its entire body – it felt good to obey its Master.
“Good. Come with me”, he replied, and headed towards the door.
For the first time since it was created, R01 stood up from the chair. Its body felt amazing – it didn’t feel like wearing a rubber suit – there was no resistance, no pinching, no pressure – it was made of rubber, not wearing it. On top of that, it felt full of energy, like it could do anything. All of its senses seemed heightened, everything was much clearer and more intense than before.
R10 followed it’s Master out of the room, down a featureless corridor and to a much larger room. Again, one entire wall was a two-way mirror, with the other walls being black. The strip lighting was a harsh white, and R01’s rubber mouth couldn’t help but smile as it saw all the reflections off its perfect rubber body in the mirror.
In the corner of the room was a large bed, covered in thick, shiny rubber bedding and with a silvery-coloured metal frame. Other parts of the room had silver metal and rubber or leather dungeon equipment – a chair, fuck bench, sling, table… R01 smiled even more. His Master really did know what the drone had fantasised about.
The front of the room, near the mirrored wall, was filled with a variety of gym equipment – a bench, rack, various weights and bars. “This is your room, R01. You will train each day to build your strength for me”, the Master said, motioning to the gym equipment.
DRONES ARE STRONG flooded R01’s mind. It had never really worked out properly in the past, but it did seem like an important thing now. “I’ll be a strong drone for you, Master”, it said.
The Master took off his codpiece and started rubbing his hard cock. “On the fuck bench”, he said.
A wave of resistance came over R01. It remembered that Matt hadn’t done a lot of ass play at all, as it never seemed to work for him. It became aware of the open door behind it – with its new body, it could probably move pretty quickly or even overpower it’s captor if it needed to. It tried to turn around, but its body refused to move. However, it was fighting the urge to walk towards the bench, so it remained rooted to the spot.
“On the bench, drone”, the Master said, his voice more forceful than before.
“I’m not a drone! I need to get the fuck out of here”, R01 thought in its head. “But Master will feel so good…A drone should be used”. It moved forward – it’s cock stroked inside the pouch for each step it made towards the bench. “Maybe Master is right”.
R01 climbed onto the fuck bench, its mind bombarded with thoughts to obey, but at the same time empty of all distractions other than its purpose. No straps were needed – it was compliant. Its hole required no cleaning out, and was self lubing. The Master began by inserting a rubber-gloved finger into the drone’s tight hole. As expected, it was tight from a lack of use and practice. “Open up”, he commanded, and the drone’s hole responded as required, as the Master inserted two then three fingers.
DRONES ARE TO BE FUCKED…over and over in its mind. Part of R01 wanted to fight it, it knew it couldn’t take its Master’s large cock. “I…can’t….” it managed to say, despite the pleasure it was feeling all over, enjoying its Master’s fingers in its ass. It immediately felt that ball pain once more, even stronger this time, and it screamed in pain for the few seconds it lasted.
“You will”, came the authoritative reply, as R01’s mind emptied and it simply replied with “CONFIRMED, MASTER”, in a monotone, as its ass opened up to the perfect size of it’s Master’s cock. It’s consciousness came back as it began to feel the tip of his cock, every sensation heightened by the rubber covering his entire hole.
Both the Master and drone moaned deeply as R01 was slowly fucked. It felt so right to both of them – R01 had been made for this role, and it showed. R01’s moans were natural, not forced – it was properly experiencing being a rubber fuck toy for the first time, just like it had always fantasised about. The Master felt so good inside it, and it couldn’t imagine ever wanting this to end. Sensing this change in its host, the symbiote was rewarding R01 with further cock stimulation, stroking it with each of the Master’s thrusts.
The master moaned deeply into his mask as he fucked the rubber drone faster. With each thrust, the drone’s hole was stimulating his cock like nothing else, and he had to control himself to prevent him shooting too quickly. He knew that this process was important. Eventually he began to speed up more, breathing heavily in his mask. “Tighter”, he commanded, and the drone’s ass tightened slightly, providing even more sensation.
R01 was in heaven – its Master was suddenly all it needed to think about. The more pleasure it provided to him, the better it felt. Both R01 and his Master grew closer to orgasm as its ass was pounded and its cock was stimulated in sync. However, R01 was denied his orgasm, unlike his Master, who orgasmed for what felt like minutes, holding his cock in place inside the drone’s rubberised ass, allowing it to continue to massage and stimulate it as he shot his big load into it.
The drone’s ass siphoned up it’s Master’s cum, absorbing it and processing it further. R01’s thoughts were changed from being frustrated from not being able to cum, and its mind was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts and commands, none of which it could fight.
SERVE AND OBEY MASTER
“UPLOAD COMPLETE”, it smiled deeply as it said these words, and they weren’t said in a monotone – everything felt so right.
The Master removed his still-hard cock from the drone’s ass, and put his codpiece back on. “Power down”, the Master commanded. R01’s mind emptied of Matt’s consciousness, and it got off the fuck bench. It walked purposefully to the rubber bed, and lay on its back, arms by its sides and legs together.
It’s rubber body began to join its arms and hands to its sides, and then joined its legs and feet together – sealing the drone in the perfect rubber sleepsack. “PROCESSING” it said, in a monotone, before its rubber mouth was covered over, leaving just its nostrils as the only humanising feature on its rubberised head.
In its mind, it began to replay the sensations of serving its Master’s cock that day – sucking it and being fucked by it. The symbiote stimulated its senses exactly as it had at the time, and the drone relived both experiences hundreds of times during the course of the night, programming it even further.
R01’s body reformed back into a suit, after spending the entire night sleepsacked. Despite the night of constant stimulation, both physically and mentally, the drone felt better than it ever had before. It sat up in the rubber bed, looked over at the gym area and had an insatiable urge to work out so that it could be stronger for its Master.
Matt had never been to the gym before, so part of R01’s brain was worried about what the correct techniques were or what weight to start with.
DRONES ARE STRONG
R01 felt the urge to walk over to the squat rack. It picked up the barbell from the rack and placed it behind its head, near the base of its rubberised neck. It took a step back from the rack, stared forward at its reflection, breathing calmly and preparing itself.
DRONES ARE STRONG
R01 began to squat down, and as it did so, the symbiote began to stimulate its rubberised ass. The further the drone squatted down, the more it felt like something was sliding inside its hole. It did the movement slowly, moaning and enjoying the sensation. As it stood back up, the sensation subsided, as if something was pulling out of its hole.
The bar felt way too light, and R01 knew that it needed to push itself further to become a strong drone for its Master. It placed the bar back on the rack, grabbed two 20kg plates, each in one had, and secured one to each side of the bar. This time, the sensation of being fucked was more intense as the drone squatted. It moaned with pleasure as its prostate was stimulated, its rubberised cock trying to get hard inside the pouch.
Each rep was rewarded the same way, encouraging the drone to do more. It added more weight after each set, and the sensations only increased with intensity. Eventually, it reached its limit, barely making the last rep of a set, and was rewarded with a few minutes of pleasure – it stood in place, moaning, as its ass was fucked by what felt exactly like its Master’s cock.
Whatever exercise it did, the pattern was the same – it could always do way more than it had expected, and each rep was rewarded, further encouraging the drone to better itself. It felt so good to work out and be a strong drone.
All of this was of course deliberate – each sensation was timed perfectly to ensure the drone would crave more, would want to push itself further. The symbiote needed its host to gain muscle mass – siphoning off the metabolites produced during each workout to help it grow and develop.
“I see you’re doing well”, the Master said, entering the room.
“Yes, Master – I feel so good”, the drone replied, genuinely happy. “I feel so strong for you”.
“Good. Now let’s try this again”, the Master said, walking over to one of the workout benches, sitting on it and getting his hard cock out. Without even being asked, R01 was on its knees, putting its rubber mouth to good use, being stimulated as it sucked. The Master couldn’t have been happier – not only was the drone not resisting, it seemed to actively crave it.
Once the Master had shot his load and the drone had cleaned up his cock for him, R01’s calmness temporarily broke – It growled loudly with frustration. “Please can I cum, Master?”, it said, fighting its programming. It had been kept constantly close to orgasm for what seemed like forever, and the symbiote had stopped it from even trying to rub its bulge.
“You can try”, came the response. Within a split second, the drone’s rubberised hands were on its pouch for the first time. It rubbed furiously, moaning deeply as it felt the thick layer of rubber sealing its cock and balls away from any kind of access. It lay on the rubberised floor, rubbing, humping, doing whatever it could to get the relief it thought it wanted so badly. The Master spent the entire time stroking his cock, turned on by the frustration his drone was experiencing. Eventually, R01 gave up – with an exasperated moan, it lay motionless on the floor.
“You’re unable to cum without my command, drone, no matter how much you try”, the Master said. “You’re free to touch your pouch any time you can, but all it will do is frustrate you further”. The drone growled through its rubber teeth, before saying “thank you, Master”.
The Master stood up from the bench he’d been sitting on. “Orgasm”, he commanded.
“PROCEEDING”, came the robotic response, the drone’s mind empty once more. It lay on the floor motionless and silent while the symbiotic rubber stroked its cock inside the bulge. Within seconds, the R01’s cock was shooting cum inside the rubber pouch, before it was reabsorbed
The drone made no noise, felt nothing, and will have no memory of the event. “COMPLETE”, was all it said.
Days passed, and R01 settled into its role. It trained more each day, its muscles becoming ever more defined under the rubber suit as the symbiote enhanced its muscle growth.
It would service its Master as required, the frequency increasing each day (and its craving to do so growing stronger and harder to resist). It would quite often become a milking machine for its Master – continuing to suck or ride his cock even after he had shot his load, providing enough pleasurable stimulation that the Master couldn’t help but want to continue using the drone.
Each night, it would lie on the rubber bed, its suit forming into the tightly fitting, seamless sleepsack. Over time, more of Matt’s consciousness was allowed to be aware in the drone’s brain as it was made to relive the stimulation and programming cycles required to further embed its new role into its mind.
As each program came to a climax, the drone moaning loudly into its gag and straining in its bulge, its mind would clear for a short period of time, allowing it to process what had just happened.
It had no sense of how much time had passed, it could only lie there, feeling the rubber slowly rubbing its body all over, focusing its mind on each part of its new body in turn and reminding it that everything felt so good. It would stretch and flex the rubber, and enjoy feeling it pressing against its body, holding it in place – stored, as a drone should be.
It would start to moan into the gag as it began to feel as if something was sliding into its ass, and its mind became more overwhelmed again – more programming was required.
One day, it finished its final exercise for the session – a new personal best, as ever. The drone spent a while standing in front of the mirrored wall, cockily smiling to itself as it flexed its muscles and looked at its shiny rubber body from every angle, enjoying the reward it was feeling in its rubberised ass. It had become what it had always wanted to be – if only its friends from its previous life could see.
Later that day, the Master entered the room. “I want another drone, R01”, he said, seemingly aware of the drone’s thoughts. “I want you to find a suitable candidate for the process – someone who can join you in serving me”.
R01 smiled cockily once more – “I know just the guy, Master”.
R01 confidently strode through the bar area of the noisy club. Matt had gone to the occasional gear event with close friends, but often found them overwhelming – too many people he didn’t know and too busy to properly enjoy any kind of play. R01, on the other hand, didn’t care – it had a mission to complete. On top of its rubber body, the symbiote had formed what looked like a pair of tall lace-up rubber boots and a hooded S10 gasmask – enough to temporarily hide that something out of the ordinary was going on.
Matt had bought his ticket to the gear event a few weeks before he had been kidnapped. It was a large, once a year event that people flocked to from around the world to be a part of, held in a club big enough for social spaces as well as several playrooms towards the back of the venue.
R01 greeted a few of Matt’s old friends as it walked around the venue, with them only recognising him either by voice or by reading the ID badge with Matt’s screen name printed on it, dangling from a lanyard around its rubberised neck. The drone made small talk as needed, giving vague excuses about taking a break from things for a bit and exercising a lot to try to deflect any suspicions about Matt going quiet online or why it was suddenly in such good shape. It didn’t care about being too convincing – it just needed to chat enough to try to get any information on where its target was located.
Walking through the social area, the drone suddenly stopped in its tracks as it saw him – Alex. He was 5’10” tall, slightly stocky but muscular and wearing a shiny skin-tight black catsuit, pinhole-eye hood, rubber bulldog harness, gloves and white MX boots. Even though it couldn’t see Alex’s face, R01 could recognise him a mile away.
Despite living thousands of miles away and seeing each other rarely, Matt and Alex had become good friends, chatting online a lot and exchanging ideas. While Matt had some experience with gear, bondage and play, Alex was by far the more experienced and confident of the two. Matt had always fantasised about turning the tables on Alex, taking control more and turning the stronger, more confident guy into his controlled rubber object.
Alex of course was taken aback when the muscular, rubberised stranger in front of him turned out to be his old friend. “Holy shit – what happened to you?!”, Alex exclaimed loudly over the music, genuinely surprised but turned on by what he was seeing.
R01’s rubber mouth smiled under the gasmask – it was finally about to make the fantasies it’d had for so long come true. “Come to playroom #3 in 5 minutes, gimp – and bring your sleepsack”, the drone confidently replied. Alex smiled excitedly before practically running off to the gear lockers to fetch his sleepsack – his favourite form of bondage.
Playroom #3 was decently-sized, dimly-lit with grey walls, and contained a metal-framed king-size bondage bed, covered with a large rubber sheet and rubber-covered pillows. The main thing the room had was privacy – once Alex had entered, R01 closed the blinds over the window and locked the door. Meanwhile, Alex had laid out his leather sleepsack on the bed, ready for what he assumed was a teasing a storage in bondage session.
The pair rubbed each other’s rubberised bodies for a few minutes – enjoying the sensations of each other. To Alex, something seemed off about his friend’s rubber – there were no seams or zips visible at all, but he was too horny and swept up in the moment to care enough.
R01 helped Alex into an eyeless rubber hood and then the sleepsack. The drone’s movements were calm, confident and felt powerful, which seemed to help Alex relax further into a subby headspace. With Alex’s arms in place in the internal sleeves of the sleepsack, the drone zipped and then tightly roped up the front of the sleepsack. Alex made a small moan of pleasure as everything was pulled tight, and R01 spent a few minutes slowly rubbing the gimp’s leather-covered body and rubber-covered head – it was time to move on to the next step of the plan.
The rubber pouch that had been covering R01’s groin for what felt like forever began to shrink away – revealing its perfectly formed rubber cock and balls, seamless with the rest of its black, shiny body. It had been given permission to use its cock for this scene, as it was needed for the mission, and it was going to make the most of it. Its cock was already fully hard, excited by what was about to happen, and stimulated by the movement of the symbiote. Some precum was visibly leaking out the end of its rubberised urethra in anticipation.
R01 climbed on top of the bed, kneeling on and straddling the sleepsacked gimp’s chest. It moved a couple more of the rubber pillows under its hooded head, so that it had a better angle for what was about to happen. It began by slowly inserting a rubberised finger in the gimp’s mouth for it to suck, then two, then three – letting it know what was about to come. The drone positioned itself and slowly pushed its rubberised cock into the waiting mouth of the gimp.
R01 thrusted deeply, slowly, moaning into its mask and enjoying every millimetre of sensation as it face-fucked the gimp. It felt better than it had ever imagined – Matt had fantasised about using Alex like this for so long, but had never had the balls to make it happen. The gimp thrusted in the sleepsack slightly, enjoying being used, creaking the leather as it did so.
Minutes of slow thrusting passed – R01 didn’t want it to end, but it had a mission to complete.
As much as the drone tried to fight it, it began to speed up – thrusting into the gimp harder, deeper. The gimp breathed deeply through the nostril holes of its hood, trying its best to stay calm and keep sucking. R01 began to feel its entire body come alive – every single cell of the symbiote pleasuring its nervous system. Its vision blurred, its hearing becoming muffled as it moaned loudly, deeply with ecstasy, shooting its shiny black, symbiotically-enhanced cum into the gimp’s mouth.
Alex could instantly sense something was wrong – the thick cum tasted of nothing but rubber and seemed to be moving and squirming in his mouth. He tried to pull his head away from R01’s cock, but the drone tightly held the sides of his hooded head, keeping him in place. Alex tried to squirm in the sleepsack to get R01 off him, but the drone was strong, tightly clamping Alex in place using its thighs.
The cum spread through Alex’s mouth, coating everything inside. R01 slowly pulled its rubber cock out, watching the black cum spread out of Alex’s mouth, covering his lips and visible skin, and eventually reaching the rubber of his hood. The black symbiotic cum hardened, fusing to the hood and to Alex’s mouth and forming a seamless rubber gag. Although it would be temporary, it was effective – almost no noise escaped, no matter how hard Alex tried to scream.
“Calm down. You’ll enjoy this – trust me”, R01 said confidently, smiling as it watched its friend struggle, knowing that soon Alex would be just like him. Alex eventually seemed to tire himself out – the squirming stopped and his breathing through the nostril holes of the hood became more regular. The drone stood up, and noticed its cock and balls had once again been hidden by the rubber pouch, their work done.
It unlocked the playroom door, checked that there weren’t too many people nearby, and used its newly-found strength to pick up the rubber and leather-clad gimp with ease. Alex did his best to squirm and struggle, but it was no use – he was being tightly held in place and had little energy left to fight.
R01 carried the sleepsacked gimp out of the room, up the corridor past the other playrooms and through the rear emergency exit doors, where the Master was waiting in an unmarked van, its rear doors already open. The gimp was loaded into the van and R01 joined it in the back for the journey back to the facility – mission complete
Alex lay in darkness and silence. He’d been left alone for who knows how long, his sleepsack tightly roped down to a bondage table made from silver-coloured metal and padded black leather. His attempts to scream through the gag had faded to nothing more than a feeble, muffled whimper, and he no longer had the energy to try to escape from his bondage.
The Master and R01 watched the gimp through the two-way mirror. “I think it’s time we created R02”, he said.
“With pleasure, Master”, R01 replied, with a smile across its rubberised lips.