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Why “drone”?

A number of kinky friends, online acquaintances, and strangers on Twitter and Recon have recently been interested, curious, and/or confused about my new screen name rubberdrone, and what I mean when I identify as a “drone”. I thought I’d write a bit about it, perhaps for myself as much as everyone else.

So what does it mean to me then?

One aspect of being a drone is that the notions of control and obedience are slightly abstracted, separated from the individuals. A drone does not necessarily derive satisfaction from serving the whims of any one master, especially if the demands are arbitrary or self-serving. Instead, it is most motivated to serve a greater goal or purpose—in short, a drone must have a mission. I feel like this is the biggest insight into why I bristle at doms who demand personal service. Such demands feel aimless and serve only to diminish.

Being diminished is not prima facie bad, however—it depends on the aim. The man is necessarily diminished, but in order to make him into something greater, more powerful, and more purposeful: the drone.

This is, for me, the other important marker of my D/s identity: being a drone is not about being made powerless, it is about being made powerful. To have human weakness and frailty stripped away, buried by the gear and machines to become something driven, ruthless, and unstoppable. In this mental space, the purpose of bondage is not to render a helpless pitiable object, it is to restrain the drone for the safety of others. A drone is dangerous, almost weapon-like, and must be closely controlled both mentally and mechanically.

Controlling a drone, then, is about controlling the gear. The gear directs its will and presses it into service to the mission. A drone must be forcibly subdued and bound, completely sheathed and armored; every breath, fluid, and sensation controlled. Its fetishistic addictions are manipulated and finessed to harness and reprogram it until no trace of humanity is left to reason with.

A drone is not a heedless automaton or slave—it seeks the command of those who will exploit its strength, reprogramming and reshaping it. I particularly enjoy the idea of a drone programmed to dominate as a powerful adversary, sent to subdue and convert and spread its infectious programming, or to capture, restrain, and wipe other malfunctioning drones.

This identity continues to unfold, and I am finding this journey quite captivating.

Background

I’ve had a fairly unconventional relationship with the domination/submission aspect of kink for a very long time. I’ve had some difficulty through the years articulating and understanding what I do and don’t like when introducing power dynamics into my play. It was complicated enough to explain that I would often just tell potential playmates that I didn’t like D/s; that I was a pure fetishist. I frequently wondered if that was actually true, since I was and still am frequently turned off or even annoyed by guys who attempted a standard approach to eliciting my submission or enticing me to dominate them. Yet, I still occasionally enjoyed scenes with a D/s flavor.

Recently I’ve been zeroing in on what parts of those great D/s scenes turned me on, and conversely how I feel and respond when it falls flat. I thought a lot about where my head goes when I’m in gear, or in the flow of a dominant or submissive streak. I reflected on my personal style and why I like this gear and not that. And I explored my fantasies in long conversations with some really creative and wonderful kinksters.

I finally, recently, adopted the label “drone” as the best handle on the concept. I like this identifier because it’s derived from a fantasy that speaks to me very strongly. It also has the nice advantage of being relatively unfixed as a piece of kinky jargon at the moment. At the very least, it is not terribly overloaded or laden with tradition. I hope to use it to carve a niche for myself (and perhaps others) in the kink world.

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Superman needs convincing. Chapter 2

It had been three weeks since Superman’s fateful encounter with Lex in his penthouse apartment. Lex would provide intel to Superman about the movements of his assets and Superman would make himself scarce by taking care of some other emergency.

Superman was at least free to deal with other crime across Metropolis, but this only served to allow Lex to strengthen his hold on the criminal element across the city, which was now more active than ever with Luthor’s crews running rampant.

Superman had started to field questions about his apparent lack of action against these criminals, with even the Daily Planet publishing stories which doubted his impartiality. It was getting increasingly difficult to find alibis and excuses.

A further side effect of the Kockring was becoming an increasing nuisance. The Man of Steel was unable to cum. He could easily get an erection but any time he was close to cumming, the Kockring would intervene with one of its pulses and block his release. His balls had increased in size and his cock was hardening almost constantly as it strived to find release.

Clark had taken a leave of absence from the Planet, under the cover of returning to Smallville, as Superman did not want Lex to use the device to track his regularly trips to the apartment of Clark Kent.

Superman had only made one attempt to remove the Kockring and that had been an abject failure. Deciding to assess the Kockring with his own abilities, the Man of Steel had located an old abandoned warehouse and removed his belt, boots, tights and briefs.

Standing before a mirror he had inspected the Kockring which encircled his shaft just below his balls. When he pulled at the skin at the base of his shaft he could see the small steel pins piercing the skin of his shaft and feel them held against the inside of his cock, as the internal teeth prevented them from exiting his impervious body.

The Kockring was rigidly set in place as the pins did not allow it freedom to move. The Man of Steel pulled and pushed around the pins but his invulnerable skin would not permit any movement. As he touched and prodded himself, his cock began to harden in response and he felt a wave of horniness wash over him, causing the Man of Steel to tug on his hardening cock a few times.

Taking a different approach, Superman tried to carefully feel the surface of the Kockring for any features or abnormalities. It was perfectly smooth to the touch and Superman complemented his sense of touch with his super powered sight and sound, but could detect no points which appeared to allow any kind of input or external control.

Superman had believed it when Lex had said that tampering with the Kockring would cause it to spill its harmful radiation on him, so he refrained from using his strength or heat vision. He knew either of these could instantly ruin the Kockring but would almost certainly render him helpless – or worse – and summon Lex to his position.

After many long minutes of useless exploration Superman had decided there was no hope. Just before he reached down to pull up his pants he had an idea. His cock was still hard so he pulled the shaft and balls away from the ring as far as they would go then shot a stream of icy cold breath toward the Kockring.

Superman thought it was worth a shot, as it would not rupture the Kockring but maybe he could freeze its internal circuitry and prevent Lex from using it to control him.

The cold was starting to affect the ring, as he could see the surface changing colour. The Man of Steel was feeling hopeful and tried to position himself to affect a different part of the Kockring. However, as he was moving his head he heard a sonic pulse emanate from the Kockring and felt a wave of pain emanate from his groin and spread across his body as the effect of kryptonite radiation set in.

Immediately his powers fled him and he was left rocking on his feet as all strength seeped from his bones and left him barely able to stand.

“Unngghhh,” he groaned, as he felt rhythmic pulses blasting from the Kockring. He fell to his knees with his head hanging weakly over his shoulder and arms and hands slumped beside his S emblazoned chest.

“Urrghhh. Must… stand…” he grunted as he strained his weakened muscles which were now unable to even lift his own weight. He stayed on his knees for a few moments more before he started swaying as the weakness continued to take its toll.

After a minute he could not even lift his head and he finally collapsed onto his side before rolling onto his back with his limbs splayed around him. His balls sat over the pulsing Kockring and his still rock hard erection was pointing up his stomach and throbbing to the point of pain.

“Mmmmhhh,” was all the Man of Steel could moan as the effects of the green k radiation pulses continued to deprive his mighty muscles of their strength.

In contrast, his cock was now so hard he thought it might explode and it was throbbing in time with the pulsing of the Kockring. The throbbing in his cock was driving Superman crazy with the need for release and he was desperate to jerk his cock and relieve the tension.

He focussed all his energy on lifting his right hand and managed to raise it before resting it on his chiselled abdominals. By this point he was sweating and breathing heavily from the exertion, but the need to relieve his throbbing member filled his thoughts.

The Man of Steel strained again and managed to wrap his hand around the hard shaft and felt an immense sense of relief as he gave it a weak squeeze. Then, with slow and laborious movements Superman was able to slide his hand up the engorged shaft before resting and sliding back down.

Superman knew he was too weak and helpless to build enough speed to finish himself off, but his cock was so desperate for release and his mind so obsessed that he could not stop trying.

For what seemed an eternity the Man of Steel lay on the dirty warehouse floor with his tights and briefs around his ankles, jerking himself off just enough to leak precum and edge himself without any hope of relief. The huge muscles on the frame of Superman bulged beneath the blue tunic but they were just useless slabs under the effects of the kryptonite.

Superman heard footsteps approaching and saw Luthor’s smiling face walk into his vision. “Well, well Superman. Either you’ve been hiding your kinky side or you were playing with things you were told not to play with.”

The helpless hero could only grunt as he continued to slowly and impotently jerk himself under the watchful gaze of Lex.

Luthor waited patiently as he observed the spectacle of the mighty Man of Steel reduced to a simpering pile of sexual lust. Lex had already been observing this self-degradation by the Man of Steel for over ten minutes before he even made his presence known.

Superman was being driven increasingly mad as his raging boner continued to scream at him for relief. “Please Lex,” as the name escaped the lips of the Man of Steel he saw Lex make a slight shake of his head and felt a searing pain across his muscled form, although it did nothing to reduce his erection.

“Uungghhh. Please…” a longer than necessary pause, “sir.” Superman gritted through closed teeth. “I need release. Please help me sir.” Lex continued to look at the Man of Steel with a small frown. Superman tried again. “Please let me cum sir, I beg you to let me cum.”

The benevolent smile returned to the face of Lex as he said. “Of course my pet,” and motioned to an aide. The aide immediately prepared the scene for Lex, laying down a rug beside the slowly jerking Man of Steel before removing the suit jacket, tie and shirt of Lex.

“Stop now,” said Lex simply with a meaningful look at Superman’s hand on his cock.

The Man of Steel gave a desperate look in response but stopped his weak jerking and let his hand fall back to his side. The Cock of Steel continued to throb in time to the pulsing of the Kockring.

Lex placed his hand around the throbbing shaft of the Man of Steel and said, “continue to beg me and flex your muscles.”

Superman groaned but almost immediately complied. “Please sir, I so badly need you sir. Please make me cum sir.” He spent what little energy he had weakly flexing his once mighty muscles as Lex touched them with his other hand.

“You are such a weakling Superman. Your mighty muscles have been reduced to nothing and you can’t even finish yourself off. Your flexing is weak and pathetic and your muscles are useless.”

“Yes sir. I am a pathetic weakling with no strength. My big muscles are too weak even to please you sir. I am sorry for being such a disappointment sir.”

Lex continued his slow strong strokes on the Cock of Steel. “You are fortunate Superman, that I am so generous. Few would be willing to show such mercy to one as weak and pitiful as you.”

Superman blushed in shame, even as he continued to flex for Luthor. “Yes sir. I am weak and pathetic. I do not deserve you. But please sir, please don’t stop. Please take mercy on my weak and pathetic form.” Superman was almost delirious with the need to cum. Lex’s stroking of his cock had brought him closer and he felt like he might finally get an orgasm after so many weeks of impotence.

“It truly is pathetic Superman, to see the once mighty Man of Steel, lying helpless on the ground begging for a handjob.”

“Yes sir, I am helpless and pathetic. But please sir, don’t stop. I will do anything for you, just please don’t stop.”

“Anything Superman?” Lex looked deeply into the crystal blue eyes of the Man of Steel.

As Superman started to respond a powerful orgasm rocked his body and jets of hot white cum shot out of his cock and onto his chest and face “Ohhh! ugghhh! Great Scott! Yes sir, anything sir!” Superman continued to moan in ecstasy as Lex milked the still hard and throbbing cock.

Lex proceeded to tease the now sensitive head of Superman who, in his weakened state, could only writhe in agony on the ground.

“Very well Superman, I accept your offer. Finis,” he added.

The Man of Steel breathed in relief as the effect of the green k radiation wore off and he felt the strength returning to his body.

Lex continued. “You are to come to my apartment tomorrow at 6pm. I’m sure you remember the address. Do not change or clean yourself before you come. You may stand now.”

A look of confusion crossed the handsome features of the Man of Steel but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and just nod. He stood up, shakily at first but then with the confidence of his superpowered muscles.

Lex reached his hand out to Superman’s face and wiped the cum which had fallen onto his hand against the cheek of the Man of Steel. He turned and departed saying only, “until tomorrow, my pet.”

Superman was more shaken than ever as he realised the complete control Lex had over him through the Kockring. After Lex had departed he pulled his tights up over his dirty ass cheeks before replacing his briefs, belt and boots. The shock of the last request from Luthor reverberated around the mind of the Man of Steel and he stayed in that very spot until the next afternoon at 5:59pm.

At 6pm, Superman landed on the private penthouse balcony and walked toward the open door, through which he could see an aide standing near Luthor’s desk. Superman had not returned here since the day he had been introduced to the Kockring and he shuddered involuntarily at both the memories of that day and the events of the previous afternoon.

As Superman walked through the open door, still covered in his own cum, the aide gestured to an open door, through which the Man of Steel walked.

The spandex clad superhero entered the chamber where he had awoken during their first encounter and saw Lex standing near the middle of the room. He was clad in the same leather attire as their first encounter, which showed off his muscular physique.

As the Man of Steel entered, Lex noted with satisfaction that – as requested – the hero was still covered in his own cum plus the dirt from the warehouse floor. “Thank you for coming Superman. Good for your word I see,” said Lex as Superman walked through the balcony door.

Superman was livid with rage at his treatment at the hands of Lex but managed to keep his anger in check, merely nodding in response.

“Excellent,” continued Lex with a smile. “I have an experiment I would like to conduct today.”

The Man of Steel gave a confused look to Luthor who only added, “on you.”

“I would like to see just how impervious you super body is. Specifically, your super balls.”

Superman’s eyes widened in concern as the words left Luthor’s lips. He tried to find words but could not so Lex jumped into the silence.

“Come now Superman. You did say anything. And I did let you cum, did I not?” To emphasize his words Lex waved the riding crop around in the general direction of the cum stained body of the superhero.

Superman blushed at both his state and the circumstance that got him here. At least, he thought to himself, he isn’t asking me to commit or allow a crime.

“Alright,” Superman caught himself in time and added, “sir. How would you like to conduct this experiment?”

Lex waved his hand and a flurry of activity took place near the corner of the room.

Superman moved over at a gesture from Luthor and made a closer inspection. There were two footprints on the ground as well as two cuffs protruding from the ceiling. A column had also risen just in front of the footprints.

Lex assumed a more authoritarian voice. “Lower your briefs and tights and stand on the panels,” to which Superman obediently complied. Superman noticed that the column stopped at groin height and had a circular opening on the side.

Lex moved over and pulled the cock and balls of the Man of Steel through the circular opening, leaving the Kockring outside as it did not fit. Superman noticed that there were three indentations on the surface of the column. Two of these were raised and Luthor placed the testicles onto each of these. The third was longer and lowered and Luthor positioned the shaft into this one.

When Lex was finished the Balls of Steel were sitting high and exposed with the Cock of Steel tucked safely away.

“Hold onto these cuffs. They are not able to take your full strength, but they should withstand any involuntary shaking you may have.”

Superman again complied and placed his wrists in the self closing cuffs then gripped the chain with his hands.

“This device was designed to test just how impervious your Balls of Steel truly are Superman.” As Lex spoke another column dropped from the ceiling to sit over the orbs and shaft. “It will apply increasing amounts of pressure until either the machine is unable to go higher or… well,” Lex grinned as the next thought crossed his mind, “I’m sure you get it.”

Superman could only gulp as he stood there trapped within the strange machine. He knew his body was extremely tough but things had managed to make an impression in the past. And he had never been explicitly attacked in the balls, which he knew were a significant weak point of all men.

Lex took a step back to observe the experiment and made a signal to the operator.

“15%”.

A whirring noise could be heard followed by a sharp cracking sound, like metal on metal. Superman felt a brushing sensation on his balls so presumed that was the sound of the device striking his testicles.

Luthor considered for a moment before saying simply, “25%”.

The Man of Steel felt a slight sensation but nothing overly notable.

“35%,” came the next call from Lex.

The series proceeded in 5% increments with no reaction from the Man of Steel, although he was feeling a growing sensation against his nuts as the pounding continued.

“90%” said Lex. Superman had thought that he might have lost his excitement as the experiment had progressed without result, but Lex was still glued to the body of the Man of Steel to gauge his reaction.

“92%”

Superman winced as the sharp cracking sound was heard, giving way to a feeling of alarm within the Man of Steel.

“94%”

Superman felt a sharp stab shoot through his testicles as the sharp cracking sound was heard. His breathing increased as he braced for the next number.

“96%”

Superman knew pain like he had never known before. His groin felt like it had been stabbed and a ball of pain moved to his stomach.

“96%”

Again the pain shot through his balls and he felt the searing pain shoot into his stomach. This time he could not help but cry out, “Urrghhh!”

“96%. Staccato.”

A triple shot of the sharp crack sounded and the Man of Steel felt pain explode across his balls in a series of rapid fire successions. “Please sir, please sir. I can’t take any more,” Superman cried out in desperation.

“96%. Staccato.”

The triple shot sounded again and Superman felt the need to double over in pain. Deciding he no longer cared about his promise and tried to rip his hands free of the cuffs, but found he was held tight.

“96%. Repeat,” came the phrase from Lex.

The pounding resumed on the balls of the Man of Steel but did not stop. Superman cried out in pain as his testicles were abused repeatedly by the merciless device. He pulled at his cuffs with all his might but could not pry his arms lose. His booted feet had also been encased and he was prevented from bringing his legs up to try to defend his poor abused balls.

“Urgh. Ahh. Ohh. Ngg..” Superman felt he was about to lose consciousness as the pounding on his balls continued. Crack. Crack. Crack. Came the sound from the device as the mechanism pummelled into his now vulnerable balls.

The pounding continued as Superman was plunged into the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness when the pain in his testicles became too much even for the Man of Steel to withstand.

Superman awoke to a terrible and painful throbbing in his groin and immediately moved his hands to protect his sore jewels. As he opened his eyes he noticed that there was something blocking his vision.

Lex smiled happily as he saw the mighty Man of Steel rouse from his unconsciousness. After Superman had passed out, Lex had let the body slump to the ground with the swollen and bruised balls hanging out.

He had been so excited by the success of the experiment he had felt the need to jerk himself on the spot and cum over the body of the helpless hero.

As Superman awoke, Lex could see his fresh cum splattered over the eyes and mouth of the muscled hero. He yearned to sink his cock deep in the mouth and ass of Superman but knew that proper training required suitable patience.

As Superman tried to blink his vision clear he could see Lex standing over him with his still dripping cock in his hand. The Man of Steel realised his situation and felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and weakness, even though he was not currently under the effects of green k.

“The experiment was a success. You may go,” said Lex before exiting the room.

Superman could only manage, “thank you sir,” before picking himself up off the floor and flying out of the apartment in terror.

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