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Welcome to the Future!

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a fascination with mind control. I don't know if all Scorpios are born with some sort of innate perversion? Or was it caused by all the ’90s kids’ shows like Power Rangers. Maybe it came from the constant sense that I was never really in control of my own life. But either way, the idea of losing one’s faculties to a greater power has always drawn my attention. As I came of age, this fascination overtook my carnal desires. Entities taking over the minds of those who captivated me filled my fantasies. And because I am homosexual, those fantasies became saturated with masculinity — the male form, and the way men interact with each other and with the world.

My high school laptop was filled with videos (and plenty of viruses… lol) that I had illegally downloaded from LimeWire and Napster. Videos of men worshipping each other’s bodies, breathing in each other’s scent and taking in each other's genetic codes. Men slick with perspiration, pumped full of testosterone from intense workouts. Men in musk-soaked leather willfully taking on the greatest profession of all — Teacher — as they forcefully instructed other subservient men in how to please and worship HIM. Sowing focus, commitment, and discipline into a chaotic world, while also ensuring the future is supplied not only with dutiful subordinates, but with men who know how to lead. Fuck! — you could have cracked every pair of my Hanes boxer-briefs in half.

In my junior year of high school, I went to a comedy hypnosis show with my friends and ended up on stage with about ten other people. One of them was Diego, the captain of the lacrosse team, whom I was sitting next to and interacting with throughout the show. We acted like supermodels, made weird animal noises — all that silly stuff. But it was the moments when the hypnotist commanded us to sleep, to focus, and filled our minds with directives that really stayed with me. With the snap of a finger, Diego and I would rise from our seats in unison, unconcerned with how our friends and family saw us — simply executing, marching across the stage at our Northern Virginia high school, doing whatever the hypnotist said. It was one of the greatest feelings of my life, and it really cemented my fascination with mind control.

When I was twenty, I tried to enter the leather community. I couldn’t afford real leather, so I bought a pair of black rubber leggings from Honour. The day they arrived, the first time I put them on, I knew this was how I wanted to feel all the time. They were slick and smooth, and that tight constriction drove me crazy.

I was instantly addicted — wearing them under my clothes for the next forty-eight hours, putting them on whenever I could. Fantasizing about being mind-controlled in rubber. Forced to live, serve, and obey in rubber. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I love the way rubber feels, the way it shines, and the way it conforms to a body. I love how it squeezes around my biceps when I flex, how it traps musk and sweat, suffocating my skin while I work out in it.

My affinity for mind control, masculinity, and rubber has only grown as I’ve gotten older, and it led me to create this page — an attempt to bring to life a world I desperately want to exist in, I want you to exist in.

Most of my characters are fictional — figures I’m trying to will into existence through storytelling. But a few are very real. They exist in my life, and they carry the same attributes and powers they have in these stories.

These stories aren’t masterpieces. They aren’t great works of art, and my grammar is far from perfect. But I love them ❤️

So welcome to the Drone Factory — an exaggeration of the real world. A place where people feel powerless against the state, where they are addicted to and obediently check-in for their daily thought-conditioning (scroll and obey!). Where authoritarianism is praised, critical thought is dismissed, and the only thing that matters is obeying, serving, and worshipping HIM.

P.S. If you don't want to read or your scrolling addiction has completely obliterated your ability to focus, check out my other page @745393aislop. It just has the ai shorts I never used in my stories. Enjoy 😵‍💫🤖💪🫡

mieberocdrone

The zipper was already drawn shut, teeth meshing in a smooth black line down his back. Layers of latex pressed in close, sealing every inch of him in a glossy second skin. What little movement he had came with a faint squeak of rubber against rubber, the sound amplified by the silence of the room.

His face was gone, swallowed behind the dark, expressionless visor of an S10 mask. Twin round filters and blank lenses gave no clue to thought or hesitation. Breaths rasped through the mask in metered rhythm, each inhale heavy, each exhale dampened by the valves. It was a sound without humanity, more mechanical than personal, as if the suit itself breathed on his behalf.

At his throat, the collar closed with an audible snap. Cold, black metal, weighted and deliberate. It pressed down at the base of the hood, locking the mask and suit into a single system. There would be no reaching under the seal, no loosening of straps, no hopeful tug at the zipper. The band wasn’t decoration; it was command made solid.

His master turned his head, gloved hand firm against the side of the hood. The rigid collar allowed only a measured degree of movement before stopping him dead. “That,” the master said, voice low and satisfied, “will ensure that you only unsuit with my permission.”

The words carried an inescapable truth. He was trapped in the suit, the mask, the collar — every layer reinforcing the others. The air he breathed was dictated by the mask. The heat building under the latex was unavoidable. The collar was the lock.

He tried to lift his chin, to test the edges of control. The band held fast, unyielding. Even the smallest gesture was denied unless allowed. The master’s hand left the collar, and for a fleeting moment he was utterly still, waiting, bound not by ropes or straps but by engineered inevitability.

The master circled him, boots sounding deliberate on the floor, inspecting the shine of the suit, the angle of the mask, the exact position of the collar. It was ritual, a visual confirmation of control. The suited figure could do nothing but stand, breathing through his filters, body already damp inside the rubber, senses narrowed by the mask’s fixed field of view.

The band ensured more than a lock. It was a sentence — that the suit would not come off until the master chose. The man inside was irrelevant now, reduced to a form in glossy black, faceless and compliant.

The master paused in front of him again, gloved fingers brushing once more over the cold circle of metal at his throat. “This is how you will remain,” he said simply, “until I decide otherwise.”

There was no reply. Only the filtered hiss of air, and the slow acceptance of a predicament that had no exit.

Push my limits!

Take me out.

If I connect this tube I am totally ... isolated

sub4dominant

Modified into a full time lube dispenser…at least it gets to watch as Master fucks His other slaves.

rowdy317

Ginger Muscle-This cute guy by @ai-muscle-gods sitting accross from me wanted to take my picture. So I said yes and the rest is history.

borntobegagged

It's useless to resist, boy. Just rest and recover your energy. You'll need it later 😈

motorcop

CAPTAIN GONE ROGUE??

Looks like our Captain/Inmate/Captain may be engaged in some illegal activity - again! ?

Facility Security had no idea what was going on when they first found this security footage. The Captain standing in front of this drop dead gorgeous hunk of a man - with a Control Wear suit in his hands - and after playing and listening to it - it became real clear what was up!

The Captain is actually working under cover for the Facility on a new venture that they are considering. The Captain has been trolling online sites and groups looking for men that are really into roll play of being arrested, convicted and sentenced to the Facility. He was allowed to use his work ID photo in his profile and they pretty much beat a path to his door! He meets them, asks them how far they want to go with the fantasy and the ones that want to go as far as a Control Wear suit, he arranges for them to come for a tour during his shift. He takes them to the locker room - has them strip - shower and then he fuxks their brains out to get even more into the scene. They are all hot and really want to get into a Control Wear suit. They think they will get suited in the locker room. He tells them No, the best place is out in main facility. That way they can see the real convicts in their tubes serving their sentences - and this is where our video clip comes in.

Turns out there is alot more going on here - It's all on a "Need to Know" basis - But this does explain the next private prison section that was just set up - and why we already have it 40% full. Oh, and btw - you cant damage the circuitry in a Control Wear Suit - its organic and self repairs instantly.... ;)