Posted Wed Jul 22, 2015 | 208 Words | Tagged story drone

He looked a bit lost in the club, I hadn’t seen him around at all. Must be new to the scene, looking for something new.

I chatted him up a bit and he seemed quite interesting. His parents were super strict and he wanted to just see if he was just plain strange or if there were somewhere for him. Apparently his backpack contained enough clothes should he find a man to run away with.

I took him back to my place and let him just relax for the evening. I didn’t want to scare him, it would ruin the plan.

Hours later he had fallen asleep on the sofa wearing a vest and sweatpants. I had the socks in hand, which I carefully put on him. By the time his body reacted, it had started.

The drone socks would turn him into a drone for as long as he wore them, and of course there would be no reason to remove them. Drone 4018 would have a lovely time here, and as I’m not too mean it would only be for him to raise enough money to get himself set up in the big city while still remembering the fun few months he had with my company.