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Edward Kingsley sighted as he stepped outside of his dorm, the sun hitting him right in the face as he closed the door behind him.

“Right…” he muttered as he pulled out his smartphone and opened up his calendar. “What’s first on this shitshow….”

The 19 year old young man sighted as he ran his fingers through his black hair. Ed didn’t really want to come to this university in the first place. He had zero interest in studying law or anything related to it, but his father had pretty much forced him. Ed’s father was a highly renowned attorney who was known to represent the government and various large companies, along with managing one of the biggest Law Firms in the nation.

*I don’t care what it is you want!* His father’s voice still rang in his head, *I built this firm up from nothing, and I’ll be damned if I let it fall to the hands of some random intern I hired once on a lark, you hear me!? I don’t care what the fuck you thought about studying, you are going to study what you need to become a lawyer and you’ll take this firm from me when I die!*

He sighted, stepping out of memory lane as he headed for his first class of the semester. His father had left no room for argument as he forced Ed into a political sciences career. “Bastard is probably talking me up to his old dean at Harvard or some shit like that….” he muttered as he entered the coffee shop.

“Morning Ed!” the girl behind the counter greeted him with a smile. “How was your night?”

“Bout as well as I expected honestly,” Ed muttered as he pulled out his wallet. “Slept like two hours, tops”

“Yikes…” she muttered. “So I take it you’ll want something strong?”

“Yes please,” Ed muttered. The girl nodded and turned around to prepare the drink, leaving Ed alone to stare into his reflection in the glass that separated him from the register. He wasn’t anything too impressive, light brown skin, grey eyes, jet black hair, and no real facial hair to speak of. *No wonder no one is interested. I must be one of the plainest guys on Earth…* he thought as the girl came back with a steaming cup of coffee.

“Here ya go. An extra strong Espresso,” she said, taking the two dollars he handed her without issue. “Hope you have a decent first day.”

“Here’s hoping,” Ed muttered as he took a sip of a liquid, turning around to leave.

“Oh, and don’t forget to check the Announcement Board!” she called out to him. He sighted and headed over to it.

“Right, what have we got here…” he muttered as he skimmed through it. “Chess club…D&D…” he blinked as a rather big flier caught his eye. “Military recruitment drive, today at the Central Hall, 9:30 AM. All students are welcome…”

The Army. Ed had often daydreamed about running away from his father, away from his responsibilities. Responsibilities that he didn’t want. “Heh, running off to join the Army. Sounds like a shitty TV drama,” he muttered as he took a drink and turned around to leave. But as he opened the door, the idea still tingled in the back of his head. “Oh fuck it,” he muttered, a dumb smile on his face. “I’ve got an hour to waste before class starts…Might as well check an old dream off the list.”

He made his way down the walkway towards the Central Hall. Trees lined both sides of the brick walkway. A cool morning breeze wafted by even as the sun shone faintly through the cloud cover. It did not do much to lighten up his mood. He was glad none of the other students tried to talk to him on the way, as he really wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

The Central Hall was easy to find, and that there was some sort of army van parked outside helped as well. The inside was packed, much more than Ed expected seeing as how the military wasn’t particularly well liked out here. He walked over into the middle of the crowd, finding an empty spot right in the center.

“Did you hear about that big investigation going on?” he overheard some people talking as he maneuvered his way to his seat.

“Oh yeah. Big government investigation thing. Apparently a bunch of companies have had a massive boost in productivity.”

“Why would they care about that?” he heard someone else ask as he finally sat down, blending into the massive crowd of people. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Normally yeah. But apparently the amount of it has the government wondering if we’ve got a monopoly or something forming since all the companies involved make the same things.”

Ed shook his head as he looked around.

“Heard the government is getting a really big firm to look into it,” someone else said. “One called Kingsley and Edwards, I think…”

“Oh fuck,” Ed muttered under his breath. “That’s what dad was talking about yesterday….Old fuck is happy about a new contract,” he sighed as he heard the doors of the auditorium close. “Well, no second guessing now,” he thought to himself as he looked ahead, as a group of guys took a seat next to him.

“Yeah, my dad wants me to join. Part of the family tradition and such,” one of them said, clearly dejected.

“My dad’s been telling me it’ll be good for my character. But I don’t know,” the other one said with a shrug. “I mean, I don’t exactly have the mentality for it.”

Ed couldn’t help but overhear because of how loud they were talking. He could sympathize with them; his dad was making him become a lawyer, after all. And looking at his twig of a body, he wondered if he would even be allowed to be in the military. He was so scrawny.

As the two guys sat down, he sent them a friendly smile just as the lights began to dim. It was time for the presentation to start.

“Here we go,” he muttered, looking ahead as the lights of the stage blasted on.

A strange, kind of distorted sounding trumpet rang out from the speakers, making a few people, including Ed wince a little. As the trumpet sound rang out, four men marched onto the stage.

Leading them was a rather tall man, maybe a foot or two taller than Edward himself. He was clad in a military dress uniform. A black ensemble that seemed to shimmer slightly in the direct lighting that the stage was receiving. Blonde hair could be seen peeking out from underneath the cap he was wearing, and a few medals were pinned on his lapel. There was some kind of logo on the hat, but Ed couldn’t see what it was exactly. It didn’t seem to resemble any branch of the military that he recognized, however.

“Interesting uniform,” he heard someone to his left mutter

“Damn, wish my dad had an outfit that good. Looks a lot better than the butt-ugly green thing he got in the marines,” someone else said to his right. However Edward’s eyes were drawn to the next three guys that walked on stage. Some of the biggest, buffest men that Ed has ever seen.

They all marched out together, about a second after the guy in the dress outfit, decked out in black armored suits that shone against the dim stage lights. It was a different uniform than Ed was expecting. He had expected matching camos and hats, rather than what looked like tight black suits with armor on them. Everything from the neck down that was visible was covered in the rubbery outfits, with big black boots and gloves to complete the ensemble.

The suits didn’t leave much to the imagination. The parts that were not armored showed the outlines of big muscles. And the bulge was enormous.

The men marched in together in sync, stopped, then abruptly turned to face the front. They put their arms behind their backs in a sort of rest position. Three of them stayed in the line, looking straight ahead. The man in the dress outfit smiled at the three and took a step closer to the microphone, giving it a few taps to make sure it was on.

“Thank you all for coming!” he said, pressing a remote he had pulled out of his pocket, which shut down the trumpet noise, much to the relief of many observers. “I am Captain Gavyn Larson,” he said with a clearly proud smile on his face. “I’ve been serving for about 20 years”

“20 years?” Ed muttered, surprised “Fuck he looks my age…”

“Now, the gentlemen with me are,” he pointed at men standing beside him, “Private First Class James Lane, Private First Class Casey Butler, and Private First Class Jorge Duran.” At the sound of each of their names, the three men in line gave a nod of the head.

Ed had to admire their powers of concentration, as well as their physique. Ed was secretly ashamed of his skinny body and would’ve wanted a bigger, stronger body just to have one. But the schedule his dad put him under was ruthless and gave him no time to pursue his own personal pleasures. So he had never had the chance to develop his body at a gym or the like; not that he had any idea of how to go about it anyways. During his private moments, he had daydreamed about having a big strong body, perhaps strong enough to take a stand against his father. A big body to give him confidence and power enough to not be pushed around.

“Man, that would be fucking amazing…” he muttered as he stared into the air.

“Um, dude?” the guy sitting next to him asked, gently poking his ribs, which snapped him out of his daydreams. “You ok?”

“U-Um…. Y-Yeah I’m ok!” Edward squeaked; his face red as he turned his attention back to the stage.

“I’m sure many of you were expecting to see something else on them, instead of these suits?” the captain asked with a chuckle. “Probably expecting camouflage, or some Kevlar and backpacks, right?”

“Yes,” came a mumble from the crowd.

“That’s understandable,” he said with a knowing nod. “In the army we are nothing if not industrious. Having the right gear is the difference between life and death out on the field, so we are always looking for new designs or organization. These suits were recently introduced into service by a coalition of companies that are interested in entering the military industry. While there were some who were stuck in the old ways, after a long discussion, these finally proved their usefulness to the Brass.”

“Interesting,” he heard his neighbor mutter. “Dad always went on and on about how old fashioned the generals were…”

“These new suits are much better than the standard camos and provide better protection,” the Captain continued, not caring about the whispers. “Yes, we pride ourselves in making sure our soldiers have the tools they need to get the job done. There has been a push for new weapons as well,” the Captain smiled and pushed another button on his remote.

A soft, peaceful music began to ring out from the speakers.

“Elevator music?” Ed asked as the music rang out through the entire room. “Well, it’s better than that awful trumpet thing at the very least.” He rested his head on his hands as he listened to the captain start droning on. About training, guns, combat and what not. Despite having come here for that, he found his attention slowly being drawn to the three soldiers standing at attention right behind the captain.

The three men looked amazing. Ed wished he could have bodies like theirs. They were like statues. Frozen in perfect positions for all to admire.

“And don’t worry if you don't exactly have the physicality. Just look at these photos of the three gentlemen behind me.” He pushed another button to turn on the projector. Edward’s eyes went wide as he saw a picture of a shirtless guy in shorts. It was a guy even more skinny than he was, as he could see the guy’s ribs. The next two photos were of averagely built guys; nothing like the muscled gods that stood on the stage.

“Holy crap,” Ed muttered, blinking as he felt the music flood into his ears. “If these guys could join, then I might have a shot at it too.” Ed started to think that maybe he should indeed join the Army. It would give him a big, strong body. Perhaps even the confidence needed to stand up to his father.

“Now!” The captain’s voice rang out, snapping him out of his thoughts. “If my ramblings have actually convinced you to join up,” as he spoke, Ed could see one of the muscled guys walking down towards the students, papers in hand, “Private Butler is handing out some sign-up forms. Please fill them and leave them on your chairs if you are truly interested. We’ll make sure to get to you as soon as we can.”

Ed watched the soldier casually walk about the rows of chairs. His movements were precise and his muscles rippled under the suit. When the soldier was next to his chair, Ed reached out to take a form. Then promptly dropped it as his hand began to shake wildly. Not missing a beat, the soldier caught the form in the air and passed it back to Ed, barely looking as he did so. Their hands met briefly as the papers were exchanged, the soldier’s gloves all smooth and rubbery. Ed mumbled an apology, but the soldier didn’t seem to hear him and seemed rather preoccupied with handing out forms.

Ed watched the soldier for a bit, before looking down at the stack of papers in his lap. “Am I really gonna do this?” he muttered. But even as he was doubting himself, he was reaching into his bag for a pen.

“Are you going to join?” he heard someone say on his left.

“Heck yes! I’m convinced,” someone else said.

“You kidding?” someone else said, and Ed heard the sound of paper being scrunched. “I’d rather go one on one with that brute who handed these things out than even consider this.”

Ed left the filled-out form in his chair, then scurried out the room quickly. “D-Did I really just do that?” he muttered, his face rigid as he headed for his first class, walking as quickly as he could. As he entered the classroom and took a seat, he shook his head and took a deep breath. “Be rational Edward…There’s no chance they’ll pick me,” he chuckled. “I saw, like, four of the football team sign up, so they’re probably gonna go for them.” Shaking his head, he pulled out his pen and started focusing on class.

A few hours later, Ed was stumbling through the doors of his dorm building.

“Sweet fucking god,” Ed muttered as he stepped into his dorm. He ignored the groups of chattering students as he went straight for the elevators. As the door slid shut, he leaned against the wall, and his phone started to ring. “Now what?” he muttered angrily to himself as he pulled out his phone. It was probably his father. “Might as well get it over with.”

But it wasn’t a call from his dad. It was from a number that he didn’t recognize. His phone didn’t flag it as spam, so with a shrug he picked up. “Hello?”

“Hello,” a rather emotionless voice said on the other end, making him think a bot had managed to slip through. “Is this Edward Kingsley?”

“Um yeah,” Ed said, sighing. “Look, if this is about insurance, expired warranties, or new credit card deals, I’m not interested.”

“This is not about that, I assure you,” the person on the other end said. “I am calling to confirm that you signed up for the Military recruitment earlier today.”

“Um. Yeah I did,” Ed responded as the elevator arrived on his floor. “Why?”

“By military doctrine, we require verbal confirmation that you are signing up and did not fill the form as a joke or had your name entered by someone else.”

“Um, I signed up willingly and no one else signed me up.”

“Thank you. That is all that we needed,” and with that, the person hung up. Blinking, Ed slipped his phone back into his pocket and shook his head.

“Fuck me, cranks are a pain,” he said as he opened the door to his dorm and stepped inside. Not looking around, he dumped his backpack on the desk and turned to plug his phone in.

But before he could do that, he was suddenly grabbed from behind and a rag was forced over his face. His eyes went wide as he felt drowsiness flood his body. The last thing he saw before passing out was the shiny black uniform that the soldier had been wearing earlier.

***

Pain throbbed through his head as Ed returned to consciousness. He felt so lethargic, like he had spent an all-nighter. Not an unusual feeling for him given the demanding lifestyle his father imposed onto him. Through his closed eyelids, Ed felt an annoying light in his face. He tried to turn away so that he could go back to sleep, but found to his surprise that his attempt to rollover was prevented by some metal restraints over his torso and arms. With mounting panic, he soon found that his entire body was restrained on some sort of metal surface. He could feel the faint chill of the metal against his skin and realized that he was naked. He expected himself to be cold, but instead he felt toasty and warm all over.

Ed squinted through the glare of the light as he tried to get a sense of his surroundings. A set of restraints around his head prevented him from looking at anything beyond what was in front of him. And the light in his face was giving him a headache. He spotted motion out of the corner of his eye, but couldn’t get a good view of it. A moment later, he saw a black figure coming into view. Ed was too confused by his situation to respond as the figure bent over and manipulated a device that caused the table to slant forward. The motion mercifully moved the bright light out of Ed’s gaze. Slowly he opened his eyes to get a better view of his surroundings.

He was in a room that was no bigger than his dorm room. Various monitors hung on the opposite wall and he heard the low hum of electronic equipment. He couldn’t see much beyond that and what little he could see wasn’t going to be of much use in helping him figure out where he was.

The black figure moved to stand in front of him. Ed could now see that it was a person dressed in a rubber uniform that reminded him of the man in his room. The figure was wearing an opaque gas mask that revealed nothing of the face beneath. It gave Ed the chills.

“Please, help me. I don’t understand what is going on.”

The figure in black did not answer or make any indication that it had heard him, and continued with whatever it was doing. Ed finally recognized the familiar-looking black body armor and black rubbery suit. Ed realized with a start that the figure was one of the soldiers from the recruitment drive. The feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach blossomed into full-blown fear. He renewed his struggles against his bonds and called out for help as loudly as he could. His pleas fell on deaf ears and his captor took no action against his attempts to escape.

Scream and struggling as he was, Ed didn’t notice the soldier position a sort of tubular contraption near his crotch until he felt its slimy contents slide against his cock.

Ed practically screamed at the man, “Don’t touch me! Get your hands off me! Help! HELP!”

With no concern for his captive’s protests, the rubber figure slipped the device onto his cock and snapped something around the base of his balls, like a vice. Ed could feel some sort of gooey substance envelop his cock and, to his surprise, it felt really good. His cock was already rock hard, which added to his confusion. “Focus Ed! Focus on trying to escape!” he screamed at himself.

With greater effort, Ed struggled in vain to break free of his bonds. He was locked in tight. He closed his eyes, trying to summon greater willpower in the vain hope that it would give him the strength to shatter his bonds. Nothing. The restraints wouldn’t budge.

He felt something slide into place over his head. Opening his eyes, he saw some sort of complicated looking headset and visor slide over his face. He couldn’t see through the visor and, as it settled over his ears, he suddenly couldn’t hear anything. Not even his own voice.

He wasn’t left in the darkness and silence for too long. The view in front of him lit into a maddening display of color. The sudden illumination made him wince in pain and he closed his eyes to try to escape the brilliance. It did not work. He could still see the colorful patterns clearly through his eyelids.

Slowly, as his eyes acclimated to the light, Ed opened his eyes. The pulsating colors formed a pattern: a pulsating spiral.

“What? Are you trying to hypnotize me? That won’t work! Hypnosis is fake!” Ed said. Or at least, that’s what he thought he said. His mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear himself at all.

*Repeat this phrase: I need to watch the hypnotic spiral.*

Ed was shocked to suddenly hear a voice in his head. It sounded exactly like his own voice. His own voice, telling him to watch the spiral. But that couldn’t be-

*Repeat this phrase: I need to watch the hypnotic spiral.*

Again, his own voice boomed in his mind. What was going on?

*Repeat the phrase or I will be punished.*

Wait, puni-

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain course around his cock. It hurt a lot and locked him into momentary rigidity. It was the worst pain he had ever felt. Instinctively, he clamped his eyes shut as he was racked with pain. It didn’t block out the shifting mass of color from his sight.

*Repeat this phrase: I need to watch the hypnotic spiral.*

Still dazed from the prior shock, Ed tried to think of a way out of the situation. The next shock happened before he could finish his thought. He screamed in pain; pain that felt twice as bad as before.

*Repeat this phrase: I love watching the hypnotic spiral.*

Ed didn’t think about what to do next. He needed to make the pain go away.

“I love watching the hypnotic spiral.”

As soon as he said that, he felt something slide along his cock, stimulating it. The pleasure felt so good in contrast to the earlier pain.

*Repeat this phrase five times: I love watching the hypnotic spiral.*

Without thinking, Ed started to repeat the words. He had to repeat the words right away or else he would be racked with pain. He didn’t want to experience another painful shock.

Ed didn’t know how long he sat there, restrained and naked to a table, listening to his own voice tell him how much he liked watching the spiral while his mouth repeated that same phrase over and over again. He felt his body grow hot and he felt his cock throb with pleasure. It got difficult to think about anything other than the instructions that were being whispered to him through the contraption’s build-in headphones. Nor did he have time to think about anything. The few times he was too slow to respond, his body was racked with pain that was progressively worse than the time before. So he quickly fell into a pattern of instantly repeating whatever he was told to say.

*Repeat this phrase: I love being hypnotized by the hypnotic spiral.*

The change in phrase surprised Ed.

“Wait, wha-aarrrghhhhh!”

Again, his cock flared with pain from the device. Ed could do nothing more than scream until the pain was shut off.

*Repeat this phrase: I love being hypnotized by the hypnotic spiral.*

“I love being hypnotized by the hypnotic spiral. Aaaaaa- oooooo-”

Ed was suddenly overcome by intense pleasure along his cock. He moaned loudly, not that he heard himself speak. He had masturbated before during the few times he was alone, but always feeling like an unwanted eye was peering over his shoulder. As such, he hadn’t had the chance to truly enjoy the pleasure that he could get from his cock, pleasure like what he was receiving from the device that pushed and pulled at his cock and balls.

*Repeat this phrase five times: I love being hypnotized by the hypnotic spiral.*

Dutifully, Ed repeated the phrase. He was made to repeat that phrase many times. As he did, he could feel a sense of relaxation fall over him. A true relaxation such that Ed had never experienced before while living with his father. The more he looked at the hypnotic spiral, the more relaxed he felt.

In his mind’s eye, Ed began to see himself standing inside of his dorm room. There were various odds and ends piled inside, mementos of his childhood and of happier times. On the wall opposite his bed, Ed could see the hypnotic spiral swirling about from some hidden projector. Ed was standing beside the bed, stroking his cock as he looked deep into the spiral and continued to repeat the phrases he was told to repeat. And as he did, Ed began to appreciate just how beautiful the hypnotic spiral was. He came to realize that the hypnotic spiral would take away his worries. Would help him feel relaxed and good. And all he had to do to continue feeling this good was to continue to relax and let himself become further hypnotized by the hypnotic spiral.

Soon, Ed was in a trance. As he sunk deeper and deeper, it became easier and easier to repeat back the phrases he was told to repeat. Phrases such as,

*I love being hypnotized. Being hypnotized feels so good.*

*I am a good, hypnotized recruit who loves to obey.*

*Obeying feels good. Obeying feels natural.*

His entire body became enveloped in a cocoon of pleasurable lust. His mind grew fuzzy and lightweight. He found it hard to think beyond the immediate pleasure and his need to repeat the various phrases. The more he did, the more they sounded right and true. Because the voice from the headphones sounded like his own, the phrases began to ingrain themselves deeply into his psyche.

“This feels so good. I just want to be hypnotized,” Ed thought to himself during his dwindling moments of lucidity.

*Repeat this phrase: I love watching the hypnotic spiral. I love being hypnotized. Being hypnotized feels so good. Obeying is good. Obeying feels good. Obedience is natural.*

“I love watching the hypnotic spiral. I love being hypnotized. Being hypnotized feels so good. Obeying is good. Obeying feels good. Obedience is natural.”

He was made to repeat that over a hundred times. By the time he was finished, his throat was dry and hoarse, but his mind was more relaxed and clearer than it had been for a long time. Inside his mental room, many of his mementos had been cleared out to leave more spare for the hypnotic spiral. There were still several objects gathered beside his bedside table, including a photograph of him and his father smiling together when Ed and his father had both been much younger.

*Good recruit. Good, hypnotized, obedient recruits deserve a reward.*

The contraption attached to his crotch, which had been slowly edging Ed’s genitals, began to pump faster and more steadily. The pleasure within Ed’s body mounted higher and higher, magnified as it was by the past few hours of edging. The pleasure and pressure mounted to higher levels until it was too much and he finally released all of his pent-up ejaculate into the contraption. The orgasm was mind blowing and lasted for an instant and eternity. There was nothing for Ed to compare. By the time he had emptied his balls, the exhausted Ed slipped back into unconsciousness. The programming didn’t stop there, as the subliminal audio from his head-gear continued with its devious work.

***

“Attention!”

Ed clasped his feet together and stood as tall and straight as he could. His brain felt very fuzzy as he tried to process his surroundings. He appeared to be in a white room along with some other boys. Before he could get a good look around, a shifting pattern of lights along the opposite wall drew his attention. He recognized the pattern, the hypnotic spiral. The view reminded him that good recruits love being hypnotized. Ed’s gaze became glassy and vacant as he stood in line along with the other boys.

Ed could feel his cock pulse and twitch as he gazed ahead at the spiral. He knew that he stood stark naked in a line of boys who had all been abducted and subjected to hypnotic brainwashing over the past few days. Brainwashing that had convinced Ed that the voice from the earphones had been his own thoughts and that had convinced him to believe in “truths” that he wouldn’t have ordinarily accepted. Like how natural it was to be naked and aroused around other men. How natural it was to be hypnotized and to be aroused when hypnotized.

A beautiful, shirtless, muscled adonis stepped into view in front of him, disrupting his view of the spiral pattern. The man was easily half a foot taller and was covered with well-developed muscles. The man stood close enough to nearly bury Ed’s face into his muscular chest. The proximity brought the man’s musky scent to Ed’s nostrils, which caused a pleasant twitch in Ed’s cock. A twitch that bumped his cock against the one belonging to the adonis and that sent a pleasant ripple throughout his body.

“Recruit, are you ready to serve your country?” the man said to him. Before Ed could think about anything, Ed felt his body stiffen to attention. In a weak, surprised tone he said, “Sir, yes sir.” The response had come instinctively and felt right, even though Ed had never used that phrase before.

“I can’t hear you, recruit!”

“Sir, yes sir!” Ed practically shouted, sounding more like a whiny cry than the confident tone that the man projected.

“That’s better. We’ll make a soldier of you yet!”

Ed suddenly yelped with pleasure as he felt the man’s strong fist wrap around his cock and give it a few strokes. The old Ed would have found this whole situation completely fucked up. The new Ed instead felt pride at being so handled by his superior officer. In his warped mind, he saw this as one of many rewards for being an obedient recruit.

“We have a squeaker here!” the man called out to the line. No one responded. Even so, Ed felt his face redden with embarrassment. As much as he wanted to, he did not otherwise move or turn away. That would’ve been bad form. “Don’t worry, squeaker, we’ll get you trained.” The man gave Ed’s cock a few more strokes before letting go and walking down the line.

As the man walked out of his field of view, Ed’s gaze was once more caught by the hypnotic spiral that was still playing against the wall. As his mind sank back into trance, the image of the naked adonis came to mind. The mental image of his muscular naked body made Ed relax even deeper and made his cock pulse with additional pleasure.

Absent from Ed’s mental picture and physical awareness was that the man’s gaze was even more vacant and devoid of emotion than his. Like Ed, the man was hypnotized but on a much deeper level. The entranced man was immensely enjoying being in trance given how his hard cock bounced about. Also absent from Ed’s mental image was the monotone voice that the man had spoken in. Ed heard it as a vibrant, crisp voice that reminded him of his dad when he was giving orders. Instead of the conflicting fear and outrage that Ed wouldn’t normally felt at such a tone, he felt pride and contentment.

Once the man had finished his inspection of the ranks, he shouted to them all, “Good recruits!”

The compliment brought a wonderful shiver through Ed’s body. It felt so good to get a compliment from this man. Nearly as good as the pleasure he had felt when the man had stroked his cock with his firm, manly hands.

“Recruits, I am the officer in charge of your training. You are the new recruits to the Army. As recruits, you will obey without question all instructions from me and the other superior officers!”

“SIR, YES, SIR! WE WILL OBEY!”

Ed had shouted on impulse along with the other recruits. Together, their collective voice sounded like thunder after a lightning strike. The lightning being the full-body quivering of his body as it was wracked with mind-numbing pleasure.

“Very good. Turn around.”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

Ed did a quick 180° turn, then felt a moment of disorientation as he bumped against someone that had been standing closely behind him. That someone proved to be a completely rubberized man that stood at attention and carried a black bundle and small bottle in its outstretched hands. Everything about the man was covered in black shiny rubber, even his impressive balls and erect cock. The man’s face was shrouded behind a black gas mask. Ed couldn’t see anything through the tinted lenses of the man’s gas mask, but he could see the outline of the man’s powerful muscles pressed against his rubber skin.

The rubber man had made no reaction as Ed bumped into it and continued to hold the bundle out. Had the rubber man not moved to compensate or had Ed not seen the faint movement of its chest and intake of breath through the gas mask, he would’ve assumed the man a manikin. Like before, the gas mask unsettled him and Ed had the urge to back away. But something kept him in place, despite his mounting discomfort.

“These veteran soldiers,” the naked officer began, “will assist you throughout your training and will make sure that you get acclimated. Now, the first thing you will do as recruits is put on your uniforms, which you will ear at all times unless otherwise told.” Ed at last noticed that the black bundle was some sort of rubber suit and the bottle some sort of lubricant.

“Your assigned veteran will assist you,” the officer continued. “Is that understood?”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

“Use the bottle to lubricate the inside of the rubber suits. Then slide into them. Up to it!”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

Ed’s took the rubber bundle in one hand while the other hand began to unfold it into a body-shaped suit that would leave only his head uncovered. Ed’s body moved automatically, as though he knew exactly what to do. It was a very discomforting experience for Ed as his hands swiftly lubed the inside of the suit and began to guide his legs inside.

As he slid his legs into the rubber bundle and pulled it up, Ed could feel the material caress his body in a way that reminded him of many hands gently rubbing over his skin. He was surprised that any material could feel this good. As he pulled it over his crotch, the experience of rubbing his cock against the rubber nearly caused him to ejaculate. When he paused to take a break, the rubber man suddenly took hold of the base of his shaft and balls. Without a moment to process what had just happened, Ed’s cock began to quiver in that special way that signaled the coming of an orgasm.

The rubber man suddenly pinched his shaft and the feeling subsided without diminishing the pleasure level. Ed’s cock throbbed in a dry orgasm as the man slid his cock into the rubber cock and ball sheath. The whole experience was nothing like Ed had felt before and he was left dumbstruck. His breath came ragged and short as he struggled to process the powerful emotions he had just felt. As he stood there, the rubber soldier began to pull the rest of the rubber suit up Ed’s body. By the time Ed had regained his faculties, he was fully enclosed in a black rubber suit from the neck down. Even his fingers and feet were covered, though the feet looked more like socks than anything else.

Ed took a moment to look down the line, to see how the others were faring. A red-haired boy next to him was still sliding his arms into his suit and the boy just beyond stood fully dressed in rubber. Before Ed could see any further or make contact, he felt a hand press firmly against his shoulder and turn him back to face the rubber soldier.

The soldier pressed a pair of rubber gloves and boots against Ed, who immediately got to work putting on the remaining items. He slid the boots over his rubber socks, noting how snug they fit. He was unsure why he needed to wear rubber gloves when his suit already had gloves attached, but he put them on all the same. They felt smooth and slick and…comfortable, Ed realized.

With everything in place and nothing else to put on, Ed instinctively put his hands down to his side and tried to adopt an attentive pose. The rubber soldier placed its hands against Ed’s shoulders and turned him back around to face the hypnotic spiral.

Ed felt his tension melt away as he gazed at the colorful swirling pattern on the wall and slipped back into trance. He did not resist as the rubber figure began to guide his body into the appropriate posture. The rubber-on-rubber contact felt much better than anything he had felt before, and he could feel his body pulse with erotic pleasure. Then he felt a rubbered fist slide along his cock, a sensation that felt good and correct.

“This is the appropriate posture. It feels good to stand at attention while awaiting orders,” the rubber soldier said in its monotone voice.

What the rubber soldier said made sense. Ed did feel good as he stared at the hypnotic spiral, as he waited for the officer to tell him what to do next. His cock felt so good and hard, and again he felt like he wanted to ejaculate. But this time he controlled himself, sensing that it would be wrong to ejaculate prematurely. He didn’t question the absurd and alien thought; he merely accepted it as part of Army culture. As he settled into the position, he could feel what felt like the figure’s erect rubbery cock press between his butt cheeks. The contact felt right and brought Ed some unexpected pleasure. In a subconscious part of his mind, Ed was wishing that the rubber man would fuck him hard.

There was a buzzing noise from behind him and an object was pressed against his head. He suddenly realized that it was an electric razor and that he was being shaved bald! He started to raise his hands to protest, but the rubber soldier was too quick and dodged his feeble attempt to seize hold of the razor. Ed began to struggle as a pair of hands pressed on his shoulders.

“Do not struggle. Look at the hypnotic spiral. You love being hypnotized by the hypnotic spiral.”

Ed felt compelled to do as the soldier said as he ceased squirming and turned back to look at the spiral. He felt himself sink back down and everything felt better. The soldier grabbed his cock and began to steadily stroke it.

“Let the hypnotic spiral hypnotize you. Do not resist whatever happens next. You love being hypnotized. You love obeying.”

Ed did just that. When the soldier let go and resumed his work, Ed did nothing but stand still. He did not resist as his hair was shaved off, then polished off by some burning liquid, then dried with a towel, and covered with a rubber hood that had been attached to his suit. Once the soldier was finished, it pressed its body against Ed’s behind and resumed stroking Ed’s cock. Ed loved the feeling so much. He didn’t want it to stop. He also loved the tightness of the rubber hood, as it felt as though a fog has settled over his mind as a result of the slight pressure of the rubber from all directions on his skull. It made thinking that much harder to do.

From somewhere further away in the room, the officer called out, “Drones, install the gas masks onto the recruits.”

Ed heard the rubber figure behind him utter a clear, “Yes, master,” in that same monotone voice before releasing Ed’s cock. Ed didn’t get a chance to think about the rubber soldier’s unusual response before some sort of object was slid into his ear hole and held in place by something wrapped around his earlobe. Sounds became muted. Then a pinging noise resounded in his ears, which repeated again a moment later. Ed’s hypnotized mind slowly tried to work out the purpose of the noise, but was beaten to it by a toneless male voice coming from the earbuds that said,

*Initializing calibration. Unit, say “connection established” if this message is audible.*

“Connection established,” Ed dutifully replied, now well practiced at following directions immediately.

*Connection established. Finalizing calibration. Calibration complete. Unit, say “calibration complete.”*

“Calibration complete.”

There was silence for several moments, then some sort of barely audible material began to play in the earbuds. Ed struggled for several moments as he tried to listen to what was being played. He was momentarily distracted by a pressure against his forehead. A rubber gas mask was being pressed against his rubber hood. When the straps were secured, Ed was left completely sealed in rubber. The sensation felt very pleasing and seemed to complete him in some way. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and found that the action was no more difficult than before. He also found that he could see decently well through the mask.

Obeying the soldier’s prior directions to continue to stare at the hypnotic spiral, Ed’s eyes automatically searched the wall in front of him for the hypnotic spiral. But it was no longer being projected on the wall. He started to look around for it, but then a pair of hands pressed against his cheeks and guided his face back to staring straight ahead. He did not resist as the veteran soldier corrected his posture. He simply accepted and stared ahead at the blank wall.

The wall suddenly began to move upwards, momentarily shaking Ed from his concentration. He watched in fascination as the wall lifted up to reveal a full-length mirror that stretched across the wall. In it, he saw the veteran soldier shift from being behind him to standing next to him. While both were dressed in the same uniform, the difference in statue and musculature was immediately obvious. Ed was a twig of a boy and the soldier was a hulking Adonis.

From the other side of the room, the officer called out, “Recruits, feel free to take a look around as you remain in line.”

Taking advantage of the freedom, Ed twisted his head to look down the line. In the mirror, he saw other pairs of rubber-clad figures, one scrawny and the other a hulk. Ed presumed that the twigs were his fellow recruits. His eye caught sight of each boy’s noticeable erection as well as the bigger erections of the veteran soldiers. The scene struck him with a sense of awe; that he was a step closer to being like these Army men. A small step, but a step nonetheless.

“This is the Army uniform that you and the other soldiers wear while on duty. As you go about the base, you will see other soldiers in uniform. You will treat each person you see with respect. You are all units in the Army. All of you matter. After a few months of training, you will be just as built, endowed and disciplined as your peers. Only then will you truly belong. Is that clear, recruits?”

“Sir, yes sir!” Ed called out along with the other recruits. His voice sounded muffled and warped, likely because of the mask.

“Good recruits. Recruits will wear these uniforms at all times. If any part is damaged, the recruit will immediately obtain a replacement.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Now that you are in uniform, you will address anyone else in a rubber uniform as ‘Drone.” You will also address myself and the other senior officers as ‘Master’. Is that clear?”

*Wait, we need to call him Master? This is too intense.* Despite his misgivings, he automatically called out “Yes, Master!” with the other recruits.

“Excellent. Attention!”

Ed’s body suddenly snapped back into rigidity as he turned to face the front. He could tell without looking that his fellow recruits (*er…drones*, he mentally corrected) were doing the same by the loud snap of their rubbered bodies as they assumed the attentive pose.

Just as suddenly, his view of the world darkened until he couldn’t see anything. He started to feel off balance and was about to move out of formation when a pair of strong rubbery hands gripped him tightly and held him in place.

*Remain calm.*

His own voice, again, thundered through his mind. He would remain calm. He was a good recruit and wasn’t going to panic over what was probably regular protocol.

Once the view was entirely black, the interior was lit by the same flashing hypnotic spiral as from before. Ed did not look away or resist. He loved staring at the hypnotic spiral. He loved being hypnotized. It felt good to be hypnotized. His cock twitched with pleasure.

Ed didn’t know how long he stood there gazing vacantly at the hypnotic spiral. It did not matter to him. As he stared, he slowly became aware of this own voice whispering into his ear. It sounded more noticeably monotone, but it was his own inner voice whispering things that Ed knew were true down to his core.

*I love watching the hypnotic spiral. I love being hypnotized. Being hypnotized feels so good. Obeying is good. Obeying feels good. Obedience is natural.*

Eventually, faint light poured in through the the lenses of the gas mask, growing in intensity until Ed could once more see the room. Could once again see the mirror and the row of rubber-clad drones standing attentively before it. The hypnotic spiral remained superimposed over his view and Ed dutifully continued to stare at it. He did not notice that he and the other recruits were smiling, smiling just like the veteran drones.

A male robotic voice began to speak through his earphones.

*Welcome to boot camp, drone. My name is Master Jake. I am your superior officer. I am the leader of the Army. You obey me. It feels good to obey me.*

Ed accepted the command without a second thought. It seemed only logical to obey the man at the top of the Army’s hierarchy.

*You will now be trained on how to operate and behave as a military drone. The most important thing you need to do at all times is stare at the hypnotic spiral. Feel your body relax and your mind empty.*

Ed focused with all of his might on the hypnotic spiral that was playing in front of his eyes, feeling himself relax into blissful state as he did.

*Stroke your cock. Feel your mind flow into your balls.*

Without hesitation, Ed gripped his cock in his fist and began to steadily pump it up and down. The sensation felt so good as he rubbed his rubber hand up and down his rubber cock. As he rubbed, it became harder and harder to think. As though his inability to think was tied to his cock. He could feel his balls churn, filling up with cum, eager to release.

*At all times, you need to stare at the spiral. You need to let it take over and guide you. It is too difficult to think for yourself. It is easier to obey. As you obey, you will feel pleasure. As you feel pleasure, your mind will sink into your balls. Whenever you ejaculate, you will release your mind out through your cum.*

What he was being told felt so true and right. Ed was ready to obey. He wanted to do well as a recruit, wanted to show Master Jake just how good and obedient he could be. His cock ached for release, but he controlled himself so that he wouldn’t cum. It was something he just knew; he wasn’t allowed to cum without permission by a senior officer or by Master Jake.

The drone veteran moved behind Ed and began to dry hump his ass with its rubbered cock. The sensation felt so good and magnified the pleasure that Ed felt as he stroked his cock. The more he stroked, the easier it became to relax and stare at the spiral. The more he stroked, the less he cared about anything else.

*You will be taught how to operate in different modes. The 1st mode is exercise mode. Stop stroking your cock. Follow the drones to the exercise room.*

Ed’s hand immediately released its grip and returned to his side. Much as he wanted to continue, he knew he needed to obey. At least the act of obedience brought pleasure.

The drone standing behind Ed abruptly turned to march out of the room. Doing his best to continue staring at the spiral as he walked, Ed followed closely behind; at least as much as he was able to. It was difficult to walk at first, as he felt like he was sleepwalking. He felt his body sway from side to side. His gait was hard to manage and he nearly ran into the drone several times. His blunders didn’t seem to faze or knock the drone off course, much to Ed’s relief.

The column of rubber-clad men made their way past long, dimly lit, featureless hallways that were anything but empty. Other rubber men marched in formation, often close enough to nearly brush against Ed and the other recruits. Most were decked out in armor, while others wore nothing more than their rubber suits. They all wore identical rubber gas masks and also looked the same. Ed had no idea how to tell any of them apart.

The one exception was when they marched past a short column of naked men. Ed saw them briefly out of the corner of his eye as they marched past. As a consequence of his intense focus on the hypnotic spiral, he didn’t notice that the men had a dazed expression. Their eyes seemed to stare out into space at something unseen that was apparently so marvelous to look at based on each man’s wide grin and sporting erection.

The drone in front stopped so suddenly that Ed collided right into him. He might as well have collided into a mountain; the drone didn’t budge or seem to register the impact. Awkwardly, Ed took a few steps back and tried to stand at attention, though he bumped into the drone behind him. Another mountain. He felt a pair of hands latch onto his shoulders and push him forward so that he stood precisely between the drones. It was a very tight position. He could feel his cock rest against the ass of the drone in front while behind him he felt the pleasant feeling of a cock pressed against his own ass. His thoughts drifted as he stood there gazing at the hypnotic spiral. He had nothing else to do and he knew how important it was to stare at the spiral and fall into trance.

The reason for their abrupt stop soon became clear that Ed when he saw that they had reached a rather large door with a keypad next to it. The drone leading them robotically stepped over and typed in a code that Ed couldn’t see. The machine beeped, a loud clunk rang out, and the door slid open.

“Step inside,” he heard the drone say. Ed didn’t even think about it and stepped inside along with everyone else. The room was a rather fancy looking indoor gym. The floors and walls were all a stark white that reminded Ed of a hospital, with machinery and equipment laid out in an order he didn’t understand. Treadmills, step masters, weights, bikes, and more. He also saw some mats made of the same rubbery material which he was now clad in on the opposite end of the room, all laid out an equal distance from each other, as if they were laid out by a machine instead of a human.

“Recruits, lineup!” came the officer's voice, loud and clear through the rubber hood. Ed felt an adrenaline rush and he quickly turned around to find the other recruits. What he saw instead was a line of rubber clad figures dressed in identical suits. Ed was confused about what to do, at least until he saw that half of the rubber figures were moving in a messy cluster while the remainder were perfectly still. Without a second thought, Ed moved to join the mass of churning rubber bodies as they tried to make a line. It was difficult. Ed still had trouble moving and he could tell that everyone else was suffering the same. Everyone bumped into each other as they struggled to form a line. It seemed to take longer than it should have, but eventually Ed stood in line with his fellow recruits.

“Stand closer together, recruits! Stand close enough to touch!”

Ed frowned a little at the order, but did as he was told, moving closer to the guy on his right, until his shoulder was squished against his fellow recruit. Then he felt pressure on his left side as the other recruit squished into him.

“What the fuck was that!?” the officer shouted, as he stepped in front of them, glaring at them. The moment his eyes landed on Ed, Ed felt shame and pain course through him, even worse than during his first round of hypnosis. The officer’s glare and anger was something he never wanted to experience again. “This isn’t a fucking school assembly! GET BACK IN LINE AND TRY AGAIN!”

Ed nodded rapidly, along with all the other recruits. They moved back into the line with the drone soldiers, who had not moved from their position since they had first entered the room. When the officer clapped, the recruits moved back into the squished side-by-side lineup, this time doing it in less than five seconds.

“Hmph. Better. Still utter crap,” he said, sending them all another glare that made Ed shiver in discomfort. “But better. There’s the makings of decent drones in here. AGAIN!”

They repeated the exercise about 12 times before the officer spoke up again.

“Finally!” he said with a grin, finally breaking the never-ending glare he had been giving them for the past twenty minutes. “Good work recruits.”

Ed felt relief at finally earning praise from the officer. The praise brought pleasure, which made him feel so good. *Oh thank god that’s over…I never want to see him glare at me again….*, he thought.

“On your backs, recruits, and get ready to do sit ups.”

Probably the one part Ed had not looked forward to in the Army was the forced exercise. He had done some exercises at home, though with his schedule he never had time for the gym. Still though, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up. He hoped that it wouldn’t cause him to be kicked out of the Army. Even so, with his mind in a hypnotic trance, Ed didn’t complain and simply fell to the floor and got onto his back.

The feeling of someone grabbing his ankles shook him out of his brief reverie. Lifting his head slightly up, he saw a rubber drone clasp his ankles and spread his legs enough so that the figure was able to fit his head between them. The reason for that became clear an instant later as the drone took Ed's rubber-clad cock through some sort of squishy tunnel that went through the mask and into the drone's mouth. Ed felt a tongue lap against the head of his cock and it felt good. He squirmed from the pleasure and tried to press against the drone’s mouth to give his cock relief, though the drone kept Ed’s ankles firmly on the ground.

The officer saw the recruits squirming in place and shouted, “Stop squirming recruits or you will get punished!”

Ed stopped squirming, though it took an effort of will to remain still. As much as he wanted to squirm, his superior officer had given him in order and he needed to obey. It wouldn’t do good for him to be a delinquent on his first day.

“On my count, you will do exactly one sit up. You will move your body up using your core, hold it for 1 second, and then gently make a controlled fall back down. If you do that correctly, you will get a reward.”

Ed had a pretty good idea what the reward would be, so he got himself ready. He wanted pleasure more than anything else. That pleasure would be granted through obedience, so Ed prepared to obey. His balls begged for release and Ed could feel his mind flowing down into his churning balls, making his brain feel emptier than it had been earlier.

“1”

Ed tightened his abdominals and focused with his will to lift his body with his core rather than with his neck. It was difficult and he could feel his neck tighten up, trying to compensate for his weak abdominal muscles. He focused on keeping his abdominals engaged, even though he could feel his body thrum and shake from the effort as he held position and then lowered himself back to the ground.

“2”

The number came sooner than he was expecting, but he really wanted that reward. More than that, he wanted to prove that he could keep up, that he wasn’t a failure. The pent-up desire to prove himself surfaced and he lost himself in the moment. Before he knew it, the officer had counted 20.

“Well done, recruits. You all did good. Time for your reward. Stay still as you accept your reward.”

Ed felt the drone bob its head up and down his cock, sucking on it, stimulating it to glorious pleasure. As tired as he was, Ed wanted to thrust his cock, but he focused on trying to stay still as he was ordered. Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, the drone stopped after only a few slurps, leaving him wanting more. But he kept still, determined to prove his control to his superior officer.

They spent the next hour going through all sorts of exercises and stretches, always partnered with one of the drones. The exercises were mostly straightforward, though they each had a sexual component added to them. Most of the time, it was a mouth on their cock. Though once or twice, it was a cock sliding into their ass. It had felt tight at first, but Ed’s ass had been penetrated several times during his earlier brainwashing sessions. He didn’t consciously remember prior experiences, but his body subconsciously knew and hungered for more.

By the time they were done almost an hour later, Ed was so tired that he could barely think. So tired that he could barely move…at least until the officer gave the order to march out of the room. As he marched along with his unit, his cock bounced about and throbbed. His cock begged for release, but was denied.

The next room was relatively small and had a bunch of objects protruding from the wall near eye level. As the recruits were lined up in front of the objects, Ed recognized them as rubber cocks. They looked very big up close. He had a sinking feeling about what was going to happen next, a feeling that he couldn’t explain. Despite having had his cock sucked on and his ass penetrated, Ed struggled with the thought of sucking a cock.

“After working out,” the officer said, “it is important to feed your body with the nutrients it needs to grow big and strong. After exercising, you will come here to extract your sustenance. Does anyone have any questions?”

No one moved to speak for several moments, though eventually one timid hand raised from further down the line.

“Master, are we…to…”

“Stop stammering! Ask your question, recruit!”

“Yes, Master! Do you want us to suck these cocks?”

“Exactly! They will squirt your sustenance down your throat, but only if you do a good job.”

“That is..fucked up...nasty!” a voice suddenly rang from Ed’s right. The protest sounded forced, as though the recruit had difficulty speaking normally. Ed thought he understood. He didn’t want to wrap his mouth around a cock. It wasn’t right for some reason that he couldn’t exactly remember.

“Recruits, focus on the spiral. Don’t think about anything else.”

Ed immediately refocused his gaze and his worries melted away as he gazed ahead at the hypnotic spiral. Which, funny enough, was centered on the rubber cock in front of him. From behind him, he felt a drone press against him and wrap a hand around his chest. The hand began to twirl around his nipples and, to his surprise, he found it felt rather nice. It was sending pleasure through his body, causing his cock to pulse. As this happened, he felt a hand wrap around his cock and gently stroke it up and down.

“Repeat: It feels good to stare at the spiral. Good recruits stare at the spiral and obey. Obedience is natural," the drone said in its monotone, robotic voice.

“Yes, master. It feels good to stare at the spiral. Good recruits stare at the spiral and obey. Obedience is natural.” As he said the words, Ed felt himself sink deeper into trance. Felt his earlier concern drift away and evaporate. He loved being hypnotized, loved obeying his superior officer. As he stood in a daze, he felt the pressure into his ass and the pleasure increased. The desire to obey grew stronger as the pleasure increased. He wanted the pleasure so badly that he would do anything.

“Feel your mind inside of your balls. Feel your balls ache for release. When you are commanded, ejaculate and empty out your mind. Delete your thoughts. Remove everything except your desire to obey.”

Ed understood perfectly. For the past few hours he had felt his mind grow more sluggish, felt how difficult it had become to think about anything other than the present moment. His body had been pleasured like nothing before and he was desperate to release his seed. Within his mindscape, a good number of the various mementos in his room had become translucent. A small part of Ed knew that if he came, he would lose those parts of himself and that it would be bad for some reason. A small part that was overridden by the intense desire to obey and to feel pleasure from obedience. A small part that was deleted upon the utterance of two words from the drone veteran,

“Ejaculate, now.”

“Yes, Master!” Ed uttered just before he felt his body tense and cum gushed out of his cock. His moans joined the chorus of moans from the other boys as they released their pent-up loads. And the pleasure did not stop there. Even after he had emptied his balls, he felt such pleasure as the drone continued to fuck his ass and play with his cock and tits. His mindscape became emptier as the translucent mementos suddenly disappeared. Completely erased. Like he had felt the last time he last cleaned his room, Ed felt as though his mindscape had suddenly gained much more room and that it was easier to focus. For the first time in a long while, Ed felt light on his feet. Felt completely carefree and empty.

He stood in his mental room dressed in the same rubber suit as what he wore in reality and gently stroked his cock. The opposite wall still projected the hypnotic spiral, but had also begun to project several lines of text. Lines of text that matched the audio that was being projected from the earbuds.

*You are mindless. You have no will or personality.*

“I am mindless. I have no will or personality,” Ed dutifully repeated in his mind. He believed it utterly.

*You are a mindless rubber drone. You exist to serve and obey.*

“I am a mindless rubber drone. I exist to serve and obey,” Ed mentally repeated.

While the mental version of Ed continued to repeat the phrases of the brainwashing audio feed, the drone standing behind him continued to fuck and stroke Ed’s body. Ed’s body was a lightning rod of pleasure and he did not want it to end.

The drone then leaned forward to speak into Ed’s ear, “Open your mouth and take the cock inside."

Without resistance, Ed opened his mouth wide and slid it onto the rubber cock hanging from the wall. He operated in a dreamlike state, and right then the most important thing that mattered was obeying the most recent instructions. It felt too good. Obedience felt so good. His whole body was being pleasured as he sucked dutifully on the cock from the wall. Everything was so good.

The drone continued to provide instruction, “Suck it like you would suck your own cock. No teeth. Take it deep inside your throat. Use your tongue to pleasure the shaft and tip. Suck on it. It is more efficient to obtain nourishment this way.”

Ed lost himself in the motion, completely focused on the task in front of him. Right then, nothing else mattered but sucking on the rubber cock that protruded from the wall. If he could, Ed would’ve turned around to see that every recruit was similarly engaged, including the one that had protested.

“Get ready to accept your sustenance. You crave the taste of semen. Semen fuels your body and keeps you mindless and obedient. It is important to remain mindless and obedient. Obedience is pleasure and pleasure is the reward for obedience.”

Ed wanted it so badly. He wanted it all.

Moments later, a steady stream of salty, creamy liquid began to gush out of the rubber cock. Ed relished the taste and dutifully swallowed all that the rubber cock provided. The taste felt familiar, though only his deep subconscious mind could remember how he had been fed the same cum-laced nutritional slurry during his initial capture and brainwashing.

Greedily he gulped down the seemingly endless supply until no more came out and his stomach felt nice and full. He released his grip on the cock and took a step back. The drone behind him shifted with him, though he continued to pleasure Ed's body. Ed stared ahead at the wall of hollow dildo-shaped feeding tubes, thinking about nothing except how good it felt to obey.

“Good recruits!” the officer called out, “You have done well. Now you will learn sleep mode. Follow the drones.”

The recruits were led through the hallways to another door with a keypad that led to a vast locker room. They marched past row upon row of narrow, tall lockers without a second glance and paid no mind to the rubber men in various states of dress.

When the drone suddenly stopped in front of him, Ed was able to hold his movement in the nick of time. He was still getting used to marching while hypnotized, but he was doing better. Subconsciously, he made sure to position himself so that his cock rested against the drone's ass crack while also making sure that his own rested against the cock of the drone standing behind him.

“Here are your locker assignments. 131, 132…” The officer said as he walked down the line, patting each recruit on the shoulder as he gave them their assigned locker. Ed’s locker was 141. He waited in line along with the other recruits until the officer told them to open their lockers. Inside the locker was a spare rubber suit.

“Place your gas mask and earphones inside the locker. There is a mount for your gas mask and a cable to charge it. There is also a mount for your earphones, which will charge them when they are installed. It is very important that you keep these items charged to full capacity.”

Ed found the mounts and placed his mask and earphones next to the spare gas mask and earphones. The spares had a green glow near them that signaled that the items were fully charged. When he was done, he stood at attention in front of the locker.

“After removing your mask and earphones to charge, you will then shower. Follow the drones.”

Ed got back in line and followed the drone. It was even more difficult without the hypnotic spiral; for some reason he felt as though he were even more unbalanced. Even so, he did his best to follow the drone, which still wore its gas mask and uniform. Not that Ed noticed given his entire focus was on staying behind and keeping up with the drone.

They rounded a corner and found themselves in an expansive shower room. It was big enough to house several hundred guys. There were shower fonts along the walls and mounted overhead in a grid. And they were not alone. Drones were peeling off their rubber suits and soaping up their naked human bodies. Every single one of them had a vacant, hypnotized expression and moved with single-minded efficiency. The ones that were finished marched out of the showers carrying a wet rubber bundle.

It took nearly 20 minutes for the recruits to shower, as the officer in the drones had to personally supervise them on how to properly remove their suit and clean it. The water was barely lukewarm, cold at first but all right after a few moments under the water. Once the suit was removed and cleaned, the drones guided the recruits on how to clean themselves. Ed had the feeling that he should already know how to do this himself, but he couldn’t remember. Not only did he have to soak his body with a special soap that left a slight burn on his skin and that caused a few hairs to fall off his smooth body, but he also needed to insert a hose up his ass to rinse it out. And he had to clean his cock thoroughly.

By the time they were done, they were marched through a narrow tunnel that blew a gust of air against their bodies, which quickly dried them and their suits. Then they were back in the locker room and marched to their lockers. They removed their spare suits and placed their half-dried suits on the hanger. Then they were lubricating themselves and sliding into their spare suits. In much less time than it had taken earlier, Ed and the others were once more covered in rubber from head to toe. Ed felt relief as he slid the gas mask into position and refocused his gaze on the semi-transparent hypnotic spiral. Felt peaceful calm as the earbuds resumed their brainwashing programming and his inner mind continued to faithfully repeat the phrases. With time, his mental self would continue to repeat these phrases even when not actively wearing his earbuds.

None of the boys talked or looked at one another as showered and dressed. Each was entirely devoid of thought.

“As an Army drone, you will wear a rubber suit at all times. You are expected to be ready at a moment's notice.”

Nothing made more sense to Ed.

The recruits were led from the shower room to a sort of barracks that was lined with bunk beds. The beds seemed to be made of the same black material as the rubber suits. They marched past beds that were already occupied with drones, two to a bed, until they arrived at a spot with some unoccupied beds.

“You will each sleep with another drone in the same bed. Now, get in the beds. You will sleep with your heads at opposite ends of the bed.”

Each of the drones instantly responded with a “Yes, Master” before making their way into the bunk beds. Each of the recruits followed a soldier drone into one of the beds. Ed followed his into the top bunk. The drone arranged itself on its side so that it faced Ed, who was still climbing the ladder. Ed clambered up onto the bed and positioned himself onto his side. The bed was just large enough for two men and had partially raised edges so that the drones wouldn’t fall over in the middle of the night. The bed seemed to mold itself around him. It felt so much better than any bed he had ever slept on. No pillow was provided, but he didn’t feel like he needed one given how well the bed supported him.

He was about to relax with his head against the drone’s boots when the officer called out, “Don’t rest with your heads by their feet. Place your head next to their cock.”

Ed instantly obeyed and shifted his body so that his head was next to the drone's rubber-clad cock. It was a little uncomfortable to move into a new spot, but the bed quickly adapted to his new position as he rested his head near the drone's cock. It looked big and thick so close to his face.

“Recruits, take the cock into your mouths!” the officer called out.

Ed suddenly felt the drone reach out and guide his own cock through some sort of opening in the gas mask, through a gelatinous circular opening and into the drone's warm mouth. The whole thing felt extremely pleasurable and Ed gasped and moaned.

With effort, because of the pleasure that his cock was feeling, Ed guided the drone's cock through a similar opening in his gas mask. The rubbery cock filled all the way to the back of his throat, causing him to feel like he was going to throw up. He did his best to suppress the feeling, but ultimately had to pull his mouth a little away from the cock. As he readjusted, he found that he enjoyed the taste of the rubber. That he enjoyed having a rubber cock in his mouth. He hoped that it would cum!

“Being in the Army is about belonging to a bigger community,” the officer continued. "It is about forming strong bonds with your fellow soldier. Before you go to sleep, you will take your fellow drone’s cock and sleep with it in your mouth the entire night. You will not remove it for anything until it is time to wake up. If you ejaculate during the night, your partner will consume your cum even as they sleep. You will be woken up when it is time to wake up. Sleep well, recruits!”

Ed tried to respond with “Yes, Master”, but it came out garbled and indistinct. Then his vision became completely dark as the lenses of the gas mask darkened. The hypnotic spiral soon dominated his field of view and everything suddenly felt all right. His mouth relaxed and he pushed forward until he had the drone's entire cock in his mouth. He didn’t feel any of the gag reflex from earlier and he began to feel tired. He tried to keep his eyes open, to continue staring at the hypnotic spiral, but his eyes closed and he found himself standing inside his mental room. The rest of the night, he stared at the spiral and recited the phrases on the wall as he stroked his cock and felt his body tingle with pleasure.

***

Over the next week, the new drones continued with their training. This consisted of physical combat and procedure training. At combat training, the drones were taught how to subdue enemies, not kill, using various knockout techniques and gadgets that they carried in rubber pouches that were affixed to their suits using a reversible adhesion technology. At procedure training, they were taught how to interact with civilians and criminals, were taught what phrases to say to various situations, and were put through hours of simulations to hone their responses. Other hypnotized officers and drones roleplayed the criminals and civilians and were given toy replicas of weapons (including toy guns that shoot rubber bullets) to make the simulation all the more real. It had been hard work, but the drone that had once been Ed was a quick study. Since the drones could not think on their own, they had to be trained on how to respond. These procedures became ingrained through practice to an extent that a layperson would think that real thinking people were responding to the situation.

The rest of the time, the drones slept, ate, and exercised in accordance with instructions that were regularly sent to their earbuds. Each drone was connected to an electronic planner that sent them directions at regular intervals. In this way, the drones operated without the need for constant orders from the drill officers.

Drone ED-9021 was working on a set of push-ups while his partner lay underneath him with its mouth open. As Drone ED-9021 moved up and down, his cock pushed in and out of the other drone’s mouth port.

“98, SIR! 99, SIR! 100, SIR!” Drone ED-9021 chanted as he finished the last of his push-ups.

He was about to move on to the next exercise when his drill instructor marched into the gym and called out his designation. The drone immediately stopped what it was doing to stand at attention facing the drill instructor. The drone thought about nothing as it stared straight ahead through the lenses of the gas mask. Stared right through the semi-transparent hypnotic spiral as it played across the interior of the lenses.

“Good job, Drone. Kneel and give me 100 sucks!”

*A drone does not think. A drone obeys.*

“Yes, SIR!”

Drone ED-9021 instantly dropped down to its knees, guided his mouth to the instructor’s 8” cock, and began to deepthroat like the expert cocksucker that it was. There was no gag reflex and the drone kept a mental count of how many times he took the cock completely down his throat. He ignored the pleasurable moans of the officer as he kept on sucking without pause. He felt the officer start to tense by the 40th suck, strain by 80, and vibrate by 95. At 100, the drone removed its mouth.

*A drone exists to serve.*

“100, SIR! How can this drone serve?”

“Bend over, drone.”

*Obedience is pleasure.*

“Yes, SIR!”

Drone ED-9021 turned around, raised its ass, and lowered its head. The drone didn’t react as the officer rammed his cock into his hole, which was so pliable now. It didn’t take long for the officer to cum deep inside the drone. The drone simply waited in that position, content to wait until it was told to do something else.

“All-right, stand up drone.”

The Drone raised itself, turned, and snapped its feet together. He could see the officer was panting a bit, but that did not enter his conscious concern. He felt the officer reach out to stroke his cock and fondle his balls for a while. Though the sensation was exhilarating, the drone did not moan with pleasure, nor did it ejaculate.

“Drone ED-9021, you are to report to the Sergeant’s office immediately.”

*It is a mindless, rubber drone. It exists to obey.*

“Yes, Sir! This drone will serve and obey.”

The drone left the hypnotized drill instructor with the other drone as it went about to complete its new orders. The drone left the gym and marched through the hallways of the base as it made its way to its destination. Along the way, it was stopped by a pair of drones that were on guard duty.

“Halt, drone. Drone, what is its designation?”

Drone ED-9021 immediately stopped in place at the command and dutifully responded, “This drone’s designation is Drone ED-9021.”

The drones stood close enough that their erect cocks rubbed against each other. Each looked nearly the same in their rubber uniforms. Each stood tall and proud at attention as they stared ahead at one another.

“What is the drone’s current purpose?”

“This drone is reporting to the Sergeant’s office.”

“Good drone. It is cleared to proceed.”

The drones disentangled and Drone ED-9021 continued on its way. It arrived promptly at the Sergeant’s office without any further detour, gave its identification to the guards there were posted outside the door, and was ushered into the office.

Inside he found Sergeant Jefferson standing naked before a man in a suit that was bound to a chair with rope. The man’s mouth was stuffed with a sock that barely muffled the obvious outrage from the bound captive. Drone ED-9021 did not recognize the man in the chair, nor did it matter to him. He had arrived at his destination and adopted the attentive pose as he awaited fresh orders.

“Drone ED-9021 reporting for duty, Sir!”

The naked muscular form of Sergeant Jefferson turned to face the drone. He smiled at seeing the drone standing so obediently in place. He loved ordering the drones about, loved how obedient they were and how good they made him feel when he had some brought in daily for his release. Like the other naked officers on the base, Jefferson had a hypnotized, glazed expression. He seemed to be staring at something that only he could see, which was the spiral pattern that was imprinted on the contact lenses that he wore. The imprint was faint enough that unless someone looked closely they would not notice it, and yet clear enough for Jefferson to see as a semitransparent overlay of his view.

“Very good Drone ED-9021. Stand next to me.”

“Yes, Sir!”

“As I was telling you, Mr. Kingsley, your son is in good hands. I know you are a bit confused, but do try to understand. He’s much better this way now. He’s that good obedient boy that you never really had and just look at his new body. Look at these muscles.”

The sergeant rubbed his hands over the drone’s arms and chest, outlining and pressing against the muscles in a sensuous manner. There was a good deal of muffled outrage from Mr. Kingsley as he struggled harder against his bonds.

“I’m sure you’d like to see your son’s face, to make sure it really is him. No worries, here he is.”

The officer removed Drone ED-9021’s gas mask, revealing the vacant gaze of Mr. Kingsley’s son. The drone did not react to anything that was happening as he mentally continued to recite the obedience mantra in his mental landscape. The muffled noises from Mr. Kingsley changed to what sounded like pleading threats. The sergeant carefully removed the sock from Mr. Kingsley’s mouth. He enjoyed it when his captives squirmed and pleaded to no avail. It made him feel more aroused, an additional pleasure above the pleasure he experienced while hypnotized.

“What did you fuckers do to him?! Edward! What is wrong with you! Come on boy, stop playing around and help your father out of these ropes!”

“Oh, he won’t. As you can see, he’s completely loyal to the Army. Aren’t you, drone?”

“Yes, master!” The response was crisp, but lacking in tone. Drone ED-9021’s body did not move a muscle, nor did his eyes waver from staring ahead.

“Cut the crap, Edward and listen to your father! Hey, what are you doing!”

Jefferson had removed the drone’s protective bulge cover to reveal its erect rubber-clad cock and big balls for all the world to see.

“Fuck, Edward! What are you doing letting this pervert touch you like that! Hey, stop that or I’ll kick-” the sergeant replaced the sock gag as he didn’t want to shout over the man’s fruitless rant.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Jefferson leaned against the still unresponsive drone, his hand now gently stroking the drone’s hard rubber dock. “There is no Edward. He is now a drone, fully subservient to the Army. He is the soldier of the future! And he is very tasty. Drone, be a dear and gently fuck my ass while I talk to your dad.”

“Yes, master!” Ed’s father looked on in disgust as his son mechanically grabbed the sergeant’s waist, inserted his cock, and began to fuck the sergeant. His son’s eyes had not changed from their glassy, vacant, lifeless expression. Meanwhile, the sergeant moaned with pleasure.

“You see, Mr. Kingsley, your son is gone. And it’s time for you to accept that. And, trust me, you will grow to be happy knowing that your son is serving his country as a mindless rubber drone.”

The office door opened again and another drone entered the room carrying a small bundle in its arms.

“Ah, Drone AT-3927, please outfit the bound Mr. Kingsley with the meditation headset.”

“Yes, master!” The drone was meticulous and swift, easily placing the meditation visor onto Mr. Kingsley’s head. This part was the hottest for the sergeant, as he loved watching other men fall into trance. He himself had been thoroughly hypno-dominated like the other officers, though he wasn’t as deeply entranced as the others. Master Jake wanted him to be more independent so that he could run Army operations smoothly and better deal with inquisitive, meddling, busybodies like Mr. Kingsley.

“Drones AT-3927 and ED-9021, please switch places. AT-3927, fuck me in the ass while I watch ED-9021 suck his bound dad’s dick.”

“Yes, master!”

Without hesitation, Drone ED-9021 pulled out of his superior’s ass, knelt in front of the man bound in the chair, pulled down his pants with practiced effort, and began to suck and lap at the elderly man’s flaccid cock. It didn’t take long for it to grow erect as Drone ED-9021 worked it with his practiced mouth. Mr. Kingsley’s efforts to resist diminished in the wake of this unexpected pleasure until he was no longer resisting the hypnotic influence of the meditation visor. All the while, Jefferson watched the conversion take place with glee, getting as much pleasure out of the fucking he was receiving as he did from watching Mr. Kingsley submit.

It only took a week for Mr. Kingsley to become a proud supporter of the Army and pleased with his son’s progress as a soldier. He received a lucrative contract to work with the Army as one of their legal consultants and turned in a phony report to the government to keep them ignorant of the Army’s actual operations for the time being. With help from the Army and their extra meditation headsets, all of the employees working at Kingsley and Edwards became of similar mind and equally supportive of the new changes. Behind closed doors, they also became very supportive and close with one another.

Mr. Kingsley often visited the base to check in with Sergeant Jefferson and his son’s progress. He was so proud that his son was beginning to look like a proper Army drone in his rubber uniform and gas mask. Seeing his son all rubbered up and looking sexy had his father aroused and happy for his son. Yes, he had hoped that his son would follow in the family business, but clearly what mattered was his son’s happiness. He had come to realize that he had been wrong to push the boy. Thanks to the meditation program, Mr. Kingsley felt at peace for the first time in many years and was no longer as overwhelmingly preoccupied with his own mortality and desire to leave a legacy in the business world. What now mattered was him and his son’s happiness. The rest would take care of itself.

Sergeant Jefferson and Mr. Kingsley stood next to one another in their birthday suits as they talked shop. Drone ED-9021 stood in front of Jefferson as the sergeant pummeled his ass. He wore his full Army uniform, including his tinted gas mask.

“As you can see, Mr. Kingsley, he is very well trained and ready to serve his country. I’m sure you must be very proud.”

“Very much so. More so than I have been of him before. He’s really turned out to be an impressive specimen.” As he talked, Ed’s father rubbed his fingers across the drone’s nipples as Jefferson fucked the drone’s ass. The drone made no response to how he was manhandled and used. All that mattered was obedience.

“And our new arrangement has been rather beneficial. Those annoying government inspectors have been sent on a wild goose chase and we should have some peace and quiet for the foreseeable future.” With one hand, Jefferson stroked Mr. Kingsley’s exposed pecs, which elicited a pleasurable moan from the older man. The sergeant turned his attention to the drone he was fucking and asked, “Drone, how do you feel about all of this?” He loved listening to their programmed responses as much as he enjoyed using their bodies for his own pleasure.

“This drone has no desires. This drone exists to obey and serve.”

“Good job, my boy!” Mr. Kingsley said as he knelt down to savor his son's cock. He had grown to enjoy the taste of cock, especially when it was covered in rubber. The rubber added some texture and taste that Mr. Kingsley found that he really liked.

“Mr. Kingsley, it is time for another meditation session. We can do it right here. Besides, it’ll be better to have your son suck you off during this session.”

“Excellent idea! He is very talented! A true testament to the training of the Army!”

Mr. Kingsley was so proud of his son. Without resistance, he sat back down on the chair and opened his legs wide so that his dronified son could suck him off. Mr. Kingsley gently lowered the meditation visor sitting on the desk over his head until it covered his face. Moments later, he was entranced by the hypnotic spiral and ready to receive his new orders from Master Jake. Sergeant Jefferson smiled at how things had worked out for the best as he pushed his cock deeper into the drone’s ass. *Yes, things were working out splendidly,* he thought.

***

Drone ED-9021 was dimly aware of the recruiting officer’s speech to the assembly of college boys in the auditorium. He stood beside 2 other drones, fully dressed in his rubber uniform and armor, though without the gas mask. Despite that, he had been given contact lenses that had the hypnotic spiral pattern lightly superimposed, so that even without the mask he could still stare at the spiral. None in the crowd would’ve noticed, as the drone mimicked behaviors to pass off as a willful human being. Civilian mode, his instructors called it. Despite his outward appearance of awareness, inside the drone continued to mentally repeat the various mantras that he had been trained to repeat as a drone. Mantras that kept his true mind empty and obedient. A lot of training had gone into this moment to make him simulate being a willful human being. Countless hours of rehearsal and correction by various officers on his posture, facial expressions, and tone.

The past year had turned the drone into a muscular Adonis. He now looked nearly identical in stature to the other soldier drones stationed at the base. He was big and strong in body, while mindless and obedient in mind.

The officer continued with his speech, “I joined the military when I was a freshman like yourselves. I didn’t realize then how much the army would help me with my personal and educational goals. Looking back, I honestly can’t think of what my life would’ve been like without the community and leadership to drive me to my goals.”

This went on for a good 10 minutes, with the officer shifting through various slides. Drone ED-9021 wasn’t paying attention. Instead, he was listening to his internal programming track, even as his body automatically moved about and smiled and passed off for a jolly Army soldier.

At a cue from the officer, Drone ED-9021 shifted from the passive smile that he had been maintaining since that entire morning to a full blown grin. He lifted his right arm to wave at the audience. The audience cheered.

“Officer Kingsley is one of our recent members and he has done so well as an Army mman. As he will tell you himself.”

The audience cheered so loudly that it took several moments of hushing by the officer to get things quiet again.

*It is a mindless, rubber drone. It exists to obey.*

“Yeah, I started out as one of you, a freshman at this same school. And let me tell you, I was not the kind of guy you’d think would survive in the army. A year ago I looked like this.”

The drone made a half-turn and pointed his left, rubbered hand towards the projector screen. On the screen was a photo of a young man, very skinny like a twig. The young man was as naked as the other boys in the audience, and his hard cock was very small. There was a collective gasp from the audience at the discrepancy. The drone, however, did not recognize the young man in the photo. Not a bit. As far as it knew, it was not him. But that did not even cross his mind. His body spoke the words as though from muscle memory; there was no inner thought guiding them. It was all a rehearsed script and nothing more. The drone felt nothing about what it was saying. Felt nothing but the pleasure that came from mindless obedience.

Drone ED-9021 turned back to face the audience, still grinning fiercely. “And now, I’m ripped!” The drone flexed both arms and made a show to display his muscles that were on display through the black rubber suit.

*A drone is always hypnotized. A drone is aroused when it is hypnotized.*

With one hand, the drone peeled off the cock guard armor piece, letting it fall to the ground to release his hardened rubber cock. The drone then resumed its muscular display pose. The drone also flexed its cock, to make it bounce a little for the audience. The 9-inch beast was pointed straight out at the audience, and covered in shiny rubber. The audience gave a collective cheer that was punctuated by the sound of many men moaning with pleasure.

“Don’t worry boys! We still get to use these a lot in the Army!” The drone pointed with both hands at its hard cock. After the audience’s cheers had died down a bit, the drone bent over to replace its cock-guard.

“The cock guard is for our protection when we are on duty! But off duty…” The drone gave a mischievous smile, which got the audience laughing and cheering.

“Life in the Army not only gave me a body to be proud of, but it also helped me develop into a stronger man. I used to be very timid, not in control of my life. But now, with my brothers in arms, I am empowered. Right now, I mostly serve as a drill instructor and truck driver, but don’t let that discourage any of you potential recruits. Both jobs are very important. Recruits need to learn good combat reflexes and instincts to survive on the front lines. The truck drivers are also important. Without truck drivers the Army would have no resources. We’d have nothing to work with. We’d have no way to bring essential materials to where they need to go. And we do carry supplies to the front lines, so we are not strangers to danger. Our job is very important, and just as critical as the men on the front lines!”

As soon as his part was done, the drone automatically returned to its spot next to its fellow drones, making the occasional wink and smile into the crowd for the rest of the presentation.

*A drone obeys orders without question.*

The drone stayed in position until near the end, when it was time to pass out the recruitment forms. For that part, the drones had been previously instructed to take off their cock shields so that they could walk around the crowd with their massive erect cocks on display.

It seemed to have the effect that the organizers wanted. The naked young men in the crowd fondled and touched whenever they could. If he had a mind left to appreciate it, the drone would’ve seen the lust in their eyes, the desire to be like him form in their young impressionable minds. The Army would get many recruits this season, new drones to serve and obey the new world order.

The sight of a rather scrawny boy with glasses huddling against the chair as though he were trying to hide triggered a subroutine within the drone. The drone stopped to look down at the weakling that cowered before him. Moving gently and slowly, the drone placed a rubber-clad hand against the boy's shoulder and began to rub his back to calm him down. It seemed to work when the boy opened up slightly, though his eyes still showed uncertainty and fear.

“What is your name, son?”

“W-William…”

*A drone does not think. A drone obeys.*

“You want to be in the Army, don’t you William?”

“I-Am-too weak.”

*Obedience is pleasure.*

“Believe it or not, I was just like you once. I was afraid too. Now, I’m not afraid. Would you like to know why?”

“Y-Yes.”

“The Army believed in me. They stood with me. They didn’t push me away because I was weak. They invested in me and made me strong. I love my comrades. I love the person I am today.” The drone knelt on the ground in front of the still quivering boy, reached down, and placed a hand on the boy’s crotch. The drone kept eye contact with the boy, as he had been trained. This would be the critical moment.

“And I believe that you too can become someone strong. I believe in you.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes.” The drone gave the boy’s cock several strong tugs, which brought the boy to an erection in no time at all. The drone had much experience at bringing men pleasure. It was something that was done automatically. The drone didn’t stick around to make the boy orgasm; that was not its purpose. But when it handed the boy a recruitment form, the boy latched onto it like a lifeline and the drone knew that it had successfully completed its sub-mission. The boy was guaranteed to join and become another drone in the Army. The drone didn’t need to look back to see that William was watching him with wide eyes and adoration.