Posted Tue Dec 29, 2015 | 179 Words | Tagged story drone

“Got a fag mate?” The lad jeered at me on my evening walk.

I turned to look at him anyway. Mmm I quite liked the look of his trackies. I knew I was looking for a good lad to play with these evening.

I had the rubber ball in my pocket waiting for someone like him. I just simply checked it at his face. He was about to go for a punch but the rubber stuck to his face first and he tried to pull it off. Sadly it’s not going to do much to help trying to pull it off.

I brought him home and by the time I did his face was covered by the rubber. He could still breathe of course, it just had to spread out across his whole body first. He was already being incredibly obedient, he seemed to have barely any resistance at all and will just become a horny rubber drone for a while. And the trackies just complete the look although I’m sure he’ll want to strip out of them soon.