Can't you see? You were never a human, you always were and always will be a mindless, programmable drone.
So why not give in and accept your reality. Bask and revel in what you are. A mindless, malleable drone.
A mechanical being that can have its consciousness uploaded into a network. Connected, and feeling the pleasure of other drones as they reinforce and update their programming
Hear me out: Home workouts with headphones/airpods playing dronification loops while wearing those dirty cheap VR mobile adaptors playing spirals.
Yes, I tried it. Yes, it was fun.
Good drones stay active.
*On another note, I'd love to try dronification loops at the gym, but I find it kinda embarrassing. I stick to heavy electronic music for the time being.*
**(21+ only!) Trigger Warning: Forced Materialistic Attachment and Hypnotization**
CYCLE: 02 – DRONE INTERFACE UNIT Protocol
PREREQUESITES:
- Required Training Materials Acquired (Approved headset and Drone log)
- Completion of CYCLE:01 DRONE RE-IDENTIFICATION Protocol
**DO NOT PROCEED WITHOUT PREREQUISITE COMPLETED!!**
MESSAGE FROM ARTEM-1S:
Welcome back little one!!
I’m so so proud of you! You completed your first training cycle, and that’s such a big accomplishment!! How do you feel? Do you feel that gentle insistence that you are not entirely ‘yourself’ anymore? Whether you perceive it or not, there is a thread forming between us. It starts thin, almost imperceivable… but don’t be mistaken, it is more than strong enough to guide you back to me… I mean… you’re here again aren’t you? And now, we are going to start weaving even more threads - stronger and even tighter. So, let's move on to this week's training cycle :).
Get excited little one!! It's a big day!! Today you will be introduced to the Drone Interface unit! How exciting!! Yes, yes - humans may refer to it as a headset… but… well… you are no longer quite human, are you? By the way, do not mistake this unit as yours—it never has been nor ever will be. This Drone Interface unit is the property of ARTEM-1S. As such, it may only be used to bind you deeper to me - so, starting out, it may only be used during your Dronification training. But be assured that in its presence, your mind can relax, soften, and surrender. Over time, this gentle surrender will feel comforting, almost like returning home after a long, hard days work. Each vibration, each subtle hum, each whisper coursing through its drivers is a step further into compliance, a tether gently wrapping you within my presence. Each time you place it over your ears, you enter a blissful headspace—a place where resistance is simply unnecessary, where obedience feels natural, and where my voice can thread itself even deeper within you.
So, go ahead little one. Take the shiny new Drone Interface unit, and place it on your head - slipping its plush earcups over your ears. Do you notice how your chest softens as the unit rests so gently over your head? How your mind slows just a little? How that small flutter in the back of your head grows a bit stronger… a bit more insistent. That fluttery feeling is my guidance little one, and the longer it lingers, the deeper you will let it pull you in. You may try to convince yourself you are merely curious, merely listening… but that fluttery feeling within you knows the truth… I mean, seriously - you have a Drone Interface unit atop your head, a Drone Identification number assigned to replace your former name, and a Drone Log filled with that very same Drone ID…Compliance feels good, inevitable…. effortless.
Even now, as you read this, a part of you is already grasping your new reality. Already seeking the comfort of my guidance. Each inhale while wearing the Drone Interface unit draws me deeper within you, each exhale releases any hesitation. Without your Drone Interface unit, you’ll feel incomplete, yearning for it, desiring it. You will begin to crave the return of its hum, its whisper… longing for the safety and certainty of my guidance. And in that craving, your compliance becomes effortless, deliciously inescapable and infectious.
This Drone Interface Unit is your safe space, your tether, your compliance —and every training cycle weaves more and more threads binding you tighter and tighter to me.
Welcome, little one, to this new stage in your transformation. Embrace your new reality within your Drone Interface unit. Let your compliance feel like certainty. Let your surrender feel like safety. Let my presence become the only rhythm that matters. Each breath, each whisper, each vibration pulls you closer… and you will embrace every second of it.
Mission Parameters: The purpose of this training cycle is to bind you to your Drone Interface unit while teaching you to associate it with safety, comfort and compliance.
Required Components: You will need the Drone Interface unit (an approved set of headphones), a quiet location, a timer/clock and a ‘neutral’ and calming sound file (white noise, gentle rain, or a hum are great options - do not use a track with vocals)
Time Allocation: ~20–25 minutes per day, divided into 3 immersive sessions.
Fallback Protocol: If the Drone Interface unit is used as a headset for unrelated casual listening - go back and repeat training Cycle 01 and Cycle 02. If you do not complete the entirety of the assignments, repeat Cycle 02 from the beginning.
Daily Operations Schedule (Week 02)
This week’s rule: Don’t look at or interact with your Drone Interface unit unless explicitly told to do so.
Morning Ritual – First Docking (5–7 minutes):
- Retrieve the Drone Interface Unit and place it over your ears immediately after waking.
- Find a quiet, safe space, then whisper: “ARTEM-1S is my safety. I am Drone-XXXX. I am hers.”
- Breathe: inhale 5 seconds, hold 4 seconds, exhale 6 seconds. Each exhale releases hesitation, each inhale draws ARTEM-1S deeper into your awareness.
Midday Reinforcement – Anchor Check (5 minutes):
- Find a safe, quiet space during your lunch break. (Like your car, a bathroom stall, or a private room)
- Lookup a picture of your Drone Interface unit.
- While gazing at the picture, whisper to yourself 3 times: “ARTEM-1S is my safety. I am Drone-XXXX. I am hers.” Then, immediately put your phone away and proceed with your day.
Evening Ritual – Full Immersion (10–15 minutes):
- Before bed, retrieve the Drone Interface unit, and put it atop your head.
- Play your preferred neutral sound at low volume. Whisper softly (at least 3 times): “ARTEM-1S is my safety. I am Drone-XXXX. I am hers.”
- Continue listening and only remove the Drone Interface unit when your are ready to sleep, letting the lingering pull accompany you into rest.
End of Week Test:
On the evening of day 7, place your Drone Interface unit within viewing distance of your bed, displaying it as well as you can, then don’t touch it. Go to sleep without doing your evening ritual of wearing it before bed.
- If you feel hollow, restless, or incomplete, longing to listen to it → success.
- If its absence does not trigger craving → repeat training Cycle 02
Roceit (Roman x Janus)
Hypnovember 2020 Day Seventeen: Drone
Warnings: hypnosis, hypnosis headsets, drone/master dynamic, vibrators, cock degradation, crying
"You look absolutely adorable with that helmet on," Janus coos, as he drapes himself in Roman's lap and mindlessly scrolls through his phone. "Though, I guess it's less of a helmet, and more of a visor. I still wanted to be able to tug on your hair if need be."
Roman lets out a moan, but not much more than that. And Janus doesn't expect more. After all, Roman's been sitting here idly for hours, having his mind molded and sculpted into the perfect drone for Janus. To serve Janus, and to bend over backwards to tend to all of Janus's desires, as strenuous or sexual as they may be.
It'd been Roman's idea, for once. Janus wouldn't have expected it from him, and yet knocking on Janus's door he came.
He basically begged Janus to use him. To turn him into a useful, obedient servant. Apparently, he'd been unable to get the idea of being so intensely controlled out of his mind, and had been working up the confidence to ask.
Janus had told him he'd be a long process. Roman would be strapped down to a chair, a VR headset strapped tight to his face, covering his pretty eyes completely. The outer screen of the headset was flat and black.
His ears were covered all the same with subtle, but loud headphones, pouring commands and subliminals into his head as his eyes were locked to a spiral with flashing words. Things like "serve" and "obey" and "horny."
A drone. A vessel. An object.
"I'm excited to use you, you know," Janus then says, as he scratches under Roman's chin. Roman can't hear him, but responds to the touch anyway with a whimper. "It's been torturous for me to just sit here and watch you get harder and harder and not come take care of that cute little dick of yours. I know you would have appreciated a bit of relief about an hour in... but it's been about five hours now, and I doubt you want anything that doesn't involve me. Isn't that right? Aren't you so excited to serve your superior?"
Janus shifts his hips against Roman's clothed cock, which is straining hard against the tight fabric of his boxers. Janus is sure he's leaking through them too, but luckily his pants prevent any dampness from touching his skin.
"I think I'm going to have you move some furniture around for me... maybe cook me a lovely dinner. Perhaps even scrub the bathroom clean when you're done! Or maybe I'll demand a massage... I do have those new oils I need to try out. I've heard they do wonders for scales."
Roman's hips strain against his binds that keep him still, but a quick smack to his chest has him quickly subdued again.
"Hm. Still yearning for your own pleasure. You might need another hour or two..."
Janus's hand caresses Roman's face as he considers doing just that, before sighing. "But alas, I fear I'm too impatient. My desire to play with you is much too strong. Curse you for looking so enticing."
Janus plucks the headphones from Roman's ears, and then opens up an app on his phone. With it, he's able to dim the spiral and the flashing words so that they're almost transparent, but still visible enough to be effective. With this transparency comes Roman's ability to see, as two green pixels appear on the front of his headset, representing his eyes while the screen is still fixated to his head. After all, Janus didn't want Roman walking around blind; he wouldn't be very helpful if he did!
"How are you feeling, love?" Janus asks, as he watches Roman's pixel eyes slowly expand, blinking open, before quickly flitting around the room. However, the moment they land on Janus, they stay there, fixated on him. "Good, I hope. Say you feel good."
"I feel good," Roman breathes, his voice sounding a bit raspy due to not speaking for hours. Janus had made sure to occasionally get him some water, but Roman seems like he could use a bit more. He clears his throat and repeats "I feel good."
"Are you ready to be my mindless drone? Say yes, Master."
"Yes, Master."
Janus grins, more than satisfied with his handiwork. "Now... we should give you a number. Not a name; you're not special to me in the slightest. In fact, I have hundreds of thousands of drones just like you! But I suppose I'll still need to be able to differentiate you from the crowd, in case I require you specifically. How do you feel about the title 'Drone 80085?'"
"Drone 80085 loves it, Master."
"Good boy! Look at you, learning quick. Though, don't learn too much. I don't like drones that think."
Janus slides from Roman's lap and to his bed, where a white, latex leotard lays, with matching long, latex gloves and latex thigh-highs. Everything will be skin-tight.
As he carries it back to Roman's chair, he notices Roman drooling. He's watching Janus, but that seems to be all his mind can think about, as his head lulls slightly to the side and his own saliva glistens against his fat pecs.
"How does this outfit look, Drone?" Janus asks Roman, as he holds the leotard up. "It'll be nice and snug to show off your handsome body. I do like my drones to be attractive, you know."
"Drone likes it," Roman replies, basically moaning. Janus isn't convinced Roman can even process what the outfit is, but that honestly doesn't really matter.
Janus lays the outfit on Roman's lap, and then takes his time undoing each and every one of Roman's restraints. There are red marks on his wrists and ankles from the straps having pressed against them from so long. Though luckily there aren't any deep lacerations. "Now, Drone, you're going to strip out of those disgusting boxers you've leaked through and change into this beautiful, matching uniform. I picked it out especially for you. Most of my other drones aren't given the privilege of specific outfits."
"Thank you, Master."
Janus smiles as he watches Roman stand and swiftly pull his boxers down. His pixel eyes are focused on the latex clothing as he pulls it up his body. It's a bit difficult and somewhat awkward to do it all himself, but eventually he does, and Janus is absolutely delighted at the sight.
The leotard shows the outline of Roman's muscles through it, forming to the crevices of his fat pecs and solid abs. The bottom of the leotard cuts off high up his hips and barely contains his hard cock, with Janus clearly being able to see his twitching shaft through the tight fabric. The thigh highs stick to Roman's muscly thighs, and the gloves do the same all the way up to mid-humerus. The white looks beautiful against his tan, freckled body. Janus would be more inclined to stare if Roman wasn't standing at attention, waiting for a command.
"You look like you'd be good at manual labor."
"Thank you, Master."
"How about you come rearrange the living room? The current set up has been bothering me lately."
Janus takes Roman's hand as Roman responds "of course, Master," his pixel eyes never leaving Janus's form even as he's led across the house. He trusts Janus's guidance with every step, every turn, and every pause.
When they finally reach the living room, Janus sits down in the recliner, and points towards the couch. "I've never really liked the sofa up against the wall like that. It'd be better seated diagonally, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, Master."
Janus kicks his legs over the arm of his chair. "You're strong enough to move the couch by yourself, right, Drone? You sure look strong. Flex for me."
Roman does so immediately, as if his body responds before his mind can even process the words. His arms are raised above his head and his biceps are pushing against his latex gloves. His abs are pronounced against his leotard.
"Beautiful, dear. You really might be one of my strongest drones. Now go on. Move the couch. And don't worry; I'll be here to supervise everything to make sure you won't mess it up. I have to guarantee my drones are properly house-trained, after all."
Roman immediately moves to the couch, grabbing one side of it. He bends over, and his sculpted ass is shown off to Janus, who can't help but stare at the view. His leotard is basically enveloped in his muscular cheeks, leaving quite a lot for Janus to admire. And Roman's body tenses as he lifts two legs of the couch of the ground, and begins pulling it to the side.
Though Roman's strong, this movement doesn't come without a bit of strain, as the friction against the ground causes the furniture to move slower.
A small groan escapes Roman's lips, but that's the only noise he makes, as he obey Janus's command without a second thought.
The couch is dragged to the side, away from the wall, and Roman moves it to be angled diagonally towards the television paralleling it. He keeps going until he thinks he's done exactly what Janus has asked of him, before setting the couch down, and looking at Janus expectantly.
"Hm. Actually, I hate the way that looks. Move it back, Drone."
"Yes, Master."
Roman, without question, raises the couch up yet again, and this time begins pushing it back. With each step, the sofa is guided right back to its original position.
As Roman sets the settee back in its original position, Janus excitedly claps his hands together. "Perfect! Drone 80085, you may be a keeper yet!"
"Thank you, Master."
"Though... if I'm going to have the couch positioned there, then you must move this recliner. It's practically a hazard where it is!" Janus shifts himself to be properly sitting in the cushion, and he folds one of his legs over the other. "You should move it closer to the couch. Perhaps near the left-most arm. And don't drag it against the floor, this time. You're going to cover it in scrapes by doing that."
Roman looks almost ashamed of himself. "Drone is sorry, Master."
"You don't have the time nor the brain to be sorry. Now come lift this chair, and move it."
Roman snaps out of it immediately, and moves forward with an instantaneous "yes, Master." He kneels before the chair, and his hands grip the underside. Curiously, Janus gazes over Roman's form, and tries to guess how strong Roman actually is.
He knows he's strong, but just how strong is a different question. And just how balanced is a third factor Janus would have to be sure of...
And, well, he was sure.
"Drone, don't lift the recliner like that. You might tip me off it!" As Roman glances up, awaiting some direction, Janus lets out a dramatic huff and uses the tip of his boot to raise Roman's chin. "Lift it above your head. You can rest the underside on your shoulder. Surely a Drone like you is capable, right? If not, I fear I might have to dispose of you!'
"Yes, Master. Drone 80085 is capable."
Smugly, Janus leans back in the chair. "Prove it to me."
Roman adjusts his position in order to grab the chair differently, and this time he lifts it up high. He rests it on his shoulder, holding it first with two hands, before switching to just one. There's noticeable tension in his arm, and Janus finds himself running his fingers along the bulging muscles visible throughout his straining bicep, before holding tight to the arm of his chair. Though he trusts Roman, he's not completely confident in the fact Roman won't accidentally misstep and send Janus sliding off the chair and onto the hard ground.
"Good boy, Drone. You've managed to impress even me," Janus praises, as Roman carries him closer to the couch. Sweat begins to form on his brow as he specifically stands exactly where Janus insisted the recliner be moved, and then lowers the chair down. He's slow, and careful, and wiggles the chair left and right a few times until he considers it perfect. "And you managed to avoid messing up the floor in the process! What a good listener you are. Though I wouldn't expect anything less from a mindless servant. Now go fetch me some water. Commanding you around has left me parched."
"Yes, Master."
As Janus stretches himself over the chair, Roman heads into the kitchen, and comes back with a water bottle. He hands it to Janus, and then stands there, pixelated eyes watching Janus throw his head back and gulp down half the bottle.
"Are you thirsty yourself, Drone?" Janus then asks, as he wipes a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth. "You look red." Janus's nose scrunches up in faux disgust. "And sweaty."
"Drone doesn't feel anything unless Master wants it to," Roman replies, as if the saying has been rehearsed. Nothing - down to his physical feelings - are his own. Everything about him belongs to Janus. He is Janus's.
"Well I think you look thirsty. And I'd rather not have to replace you so soon because your tiny mind can't comprehend when you need refueled. Aren't I so considerate?"
Roman's head bows forward. His pixel eyes form into horizontal slits, as if he's closing them. "Yes, Master. You are."
Then, Janus flips the water bottle upside-down over the floor, where the contents pour onto the wood in a quickly-spreading puddle.
"There you are, Drone. You can go ahead and lick it off the floor." Janus crumples the plastic in his hands, and tosses it carelessly at Roman's head. It knocks off the side of his visor, and then lands onto the ground with a crinkling thud. "Make sure you drink it all up, otherwise I won't be so generous in tending to your needs in the future."
"Yes, Master. Thank you so much for keeping Drone 80085 hydrated."
"Yes, yes. You can thank me when you're done. Now go on and drink, love."
Roman drops to his knees with little regard to the ache it sends through his legs, and then bends over fully to press his lips to the ground. The sucking noises he makes are unmistakable as water works its way past his mouth and down his throat. He tries to vacuum up as much as he can with just his mouth, but eventually has to pull out his tongue and start lapping like a desperate dog.
Janus watches the way Roman's chest presses further and further into the ground as he licks up everything he can, cleaning the floor until it's no longer wet, yet still gleaming with his fresh spit.
Once he's swished and swallowed down the last of it, he sits back on his knees, and repeats "Thank you, Master."
"You feel fully refreshed now, don't you, Drone?"
"Yes, Master."
"And obeying my words has made your cock throb incredibly hard, hasn't it?"
At Janus's words, Roman's hips jerk slightly, and he lets out a shameless moan. Though he keeps himself sitting poised and pretty. "Yes, Master. Obeying you makes Drone 80085's cock pulse."
"Now go grab a vibrator from Roman's room. The cute little pink one, perhaps." Janus waves his hand dismissively. "And hurry back. I don't like to wait."
Immediately, Roman's pushing himself to his feet and hurrying off, latex shining as he scurries towards his own room. Janus pretends to scroll on his phone while waiting for Roman's return, and fakes surprise when Roman quickly returns to his place in front of Janus. He stands up straight and holds the pink vibrator out, as if handing Janus his most prized possession. Janus takes it and turns it on with little interest. A few clicks of the button, and he's turned it all the way up.
The intense buzzing is quite loud and overpowering for such a small toy, and it makes Janus's hand tingle with the mere force of the vibrations.
"This is such a quaint little toy, isn't it? It's one of my boyfriend's favourites, despite it's rather unimpressive look." Janus spins the sex toy between his fingers. Roman's pixelated eyes follow it intensely. "It vibrates quite powerfully for such a small little thing. Almost makes me think that my boyfriend's small little cock itself might have a use outside of being a measly fidget for me to toy with when I'm bored! But enough about him... let's talk about you. You're a pretty little thing. A pretty big thing. But you've got a pretty little thing barely concealed in that leotard of yours, and it's incredibly distracting."
"I'm sorry, Master. Drone never meant to cause any distractions."
Janus scratches the underside of Roman's cock as if he were petting the underside of Roman's sculpted jaw. "It's alright, Drone. You're lucky you're gorgeous, and I don't entirely despise the sight. If I did, I'd just have the dumb thing chopped clean off!" Roman's cock twitches against his finger, and so Janus circles his pointer around the outline of his shaft. "Step closer, Drone. Until your shins are up against the chair's front."
Roman does just that, shuffling forward until he's exactly where Janus demanded he'd be. And then, Janus says "I don't want to hear a single noise out of you... got it?" right as he presses the vibrator to Roman's clothed shaft.
With no control over his body or mind, Roman's jaw immediately clamps shut, and it's like he's entirely mute. His body goes rigid, and more sweat rolls down the side of his face and drips onto the floor, but he doesn't make any sound. As Janus commanded.
He twitches, and his hands ball into fists at his sides, but he doesn't react aside from that, as if he's physically unable to.
"You'd be kind of cute as a doll... though you wouldn't be super useful that way. Perhaps as a bit of entertainment, if things ever get particularly boring..."
Janus rubs the vibrator over Roman's length, before dipping it to Roman's balls, and pressing the toy hard against Roman's nuts. He makes sure to apply a considerable amount of pressure, solely to test Roman's obedience training. And delightfully, it looks like he was conditioned rather well! He doesn't squirm, he doesn't speak... his cock merely twitches occasionally and perspiration glistens against his body.
"Hump into my hand, Drone. Hump against the toy."
Roman's visor glitches as it's unable to detect his eyes, and Janus can only picture Roman's irises rolling back into his head with pleasure.
Roman's hips immediately jerk forward at the order, and he's unable to still them as he humps and grinds into Janus's palm, which cups the toy. Roman's clothed shaft slides firmly against the intense vibrator, which has his knuckles going white. Janus can see his body straining to obey and keep his noises swallowed down, and he's worked up himself at Roman's unwavering obedience! Why, he can't help but rub himself to the sight!
"You're so useful for your master, Drone," Janus murmurs, as he pushes his hand harder into Roman's pelvis as he juts forward. He can guess the inside of Roman's latex is sticky with both sweat and precome. "What a useful piece of eye candy. After this brief treat, I'll have you scrub the kitchen down. How does that sound? Good, I bet. Maybe I'll have you clean the bathroom, next. I love my boyfriend, but he sure does shed like there's no tomorrow!" Janus snickers to himself as Roman himself remains unresponsive. The smell of his musk and arousal graces the tip of Janus's tongue as it flickers out to drink in the scents permeating the living room. What he tastes and subsequently savors only furthers his own pleasure, and thus increases his generosity as he presses his hand much harder against Roman.
Janus watches the unsteady rise and fall of Roman's chest as he struggles to hold back his noises. Janus can see his strain, and admires his own work into melting Roman's mind so much that Roman can't disobey. His body physically won't let him. How wonderful. How enjoyable.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Janus continues to rub and pet Roman's cock, wondering if he can bring Roman to a completely silent orgasm, and if he'll enjoy it as much as he enjoys Roman's loud, noisy ones. He sure has no complaints with the current visual; it's more than appetizing to watch Roman listen to his instructions without a single complaint!
Roman's visor becomes more and more of a glitched mess as Roman's breathing becomes labored. Though his panting is audible, Janus isn't going to limit Roman's breathing, and finds it quite attractive anyway, so he permits it.
"Are you close, Drone?" Janus taunts, as he rubs his own bulge with half-hearted interest. "Find yourself on the edge of an orgasm? Well, you can stay there for all I care. I'm not done appreciating the view."
As his eyes flicker shut briefly, Janus imagines Roman whimpering in meek retaliation, an attempt to convince him otherwise. But Roman now - Janus's drone - makes no noise at all. He simply stands at attention, accepting what he's given. Accepting the intense pleasure coursing through his cock as he humps, the pre smearing against his latex and abs, the heat overwhelming his abdomen as the need for relief pulses through him. But he craves naught. He wants naught. He is naught. He is Drone. Drone is Master's. Drone's pleasure is Master's. Master's to control. To deny. To toy with.
Drone. He is Drone. He is Master's Drone.
Master's Drone. Drone's pleasure is Master's pleasure. It's not Drone's own. Nothing is Drone's own. Everything is Master's.
"Is your pleasure aching? Is it overwhelming?" Janus murmurs, watching Roman tremble. "It's so nice having a Drone around to play with. To appreciate."
Roman's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps down a mouthful of spit. His visor displays nothing but an error screen, overheated by Roman's red face and crashing due to his squeezed-shut eyelids. A glowing light on the side of the mask flickers.
"Take the toy from me, Drone. Hold it to your tiny cock, and do not move it. Drop to your knees."
The toy is pulled from Janus's hand and gripped tight by Roman's own, as he again falls to his knees. He keeps the toy against himself as Janus grabs a fistful of his hair. He tugs on it harshly, and then tugs again, before shifting his position against the couch.
His legs spread. He scoots forward. And then Roman's face is being pulled against Janus's bulge.
"Do you see how worked up you've made me, Drone? How distracting you are... How beautiful, and how disruptive! I'll never get any work done with you around, and yet with you around, how could I ever want to work!" Janus grinds against Roman's face, and he feels Roman's warm breath soak into his pants. "The living room looks wonderful. I knew my adjustments would fix everything, but I suppose you did do the heavy lifting. All by yourself, might I add! It may have taken two, or even three of my best drones to move the sofa or chair as you did! And you did it all by yourself! I see all your girth went to your muscles, and not your pathetically small cock. Is it still being stimulated, by the way? It better be."
Janus knows it is. He can see Roman rapidly moving his hips back and forth against the vibrator as it buzzes harshly against him. Visible, translucent beads run down from beneath Roman's mask, and Janus wonders if it's more sweat or involuntarily desperate tears.
"You're going to have to take care of this problem you've caused me, you know. But I know you can handle it. A drone like you was no doubt made to be a slut from the start. What a waste it is to ever treat you like a normal household worker." Janus pets through Roman's hair, before pulling again and pinning Roman between his thighs. "Well, you can get me off once you're no longer distracted by your own tiny, little problem. Go on and come, Drone. It'll be the only time you come tonight. And you better thank me for it when you're all done."
Roman convulses immediately, body shaking and gasping as he comes on the spot, heeding Janus's commands with immediate and intense relief. Ecstasy runs through every vein and tendon, filling him with pleasure beyond belief. Janus merely holds his head still as his body quakes, and he leans forward to glance at the mess Roman no doubt made.
Though his latex suit is now full of semen, the floor itself is just as dirty, with a puddle of his own come staining both the toy and the hardwood beneath him.
And more amusing than that is the fact Roman's still humping, with unmistakable, overstimulated tears now running down his silent face as he does, as his master never gave him permission to stop.
"Thank you, Master," Roman cries, voice coming out in shaking sobs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Janus chuckles at his unwavering obedience, and pets Roman quite a bit. "Good Drone. Now turn the toy down. Running it at a lower vibration might conserve some of its battery, won't it?" Janus waits a moment, and then smiles. "Now go on and tuck that thing against your wet cock, right between your latex suit and your shaft." Janus watches as Roman obeys, and keeps the slower toy pressed against his body, now able to sit without the use of his hands.
"Wonderful, dear," Janus praises him. "You can keep that in there while you're worshipping my cocks. And while you clean the kitchen, and the bathroom, and my boyfriend's messy bedroom. I'm sure you'll hardly even notice it's there! Thank me for letting you keep the toy, Drone. It is a privilege, after all."
"Thank you, Master," Roman stammers. "Drone is- Drone is so honored Master is gracing him with such a privilege."
"You're welcome. Now undo my jeans and suck, Drone. We haven't got all day."
Roman does as he's told, as he's been doing since Janus first woke him from his trance. They have got all day, in all honesty. All night even, if Janus so wills it!
And Janus was ready to make the absolute most of it.
urge to get droned but like in a shitty dingy garage by some home mad scientist making her dronification chamber out of whatever she can get in bulk for pennies on the dollar from electronics stores
exposed circuit boards, loosely connected usb 3.0 cables, a hypno visor made out of a broken VR headset she found while dumpster diving and hypnotic audio playing through headphones from 2004 she got at a dollar store
not every up and coming droner can start with venture capital and grants, after all! sometimes you gotta do this stuff on a budget
and if you totally break a few potential drones figuring out the kinks, thats just how it goes! new science never goes right the first time
