From Now On, Others Will Make The Decisions For Him... Good For Him.

From now on, others will make the decisions for him... Good for him.

The final test

The trainee drone had a feeling this was an important dive. He had been sent out to one of the deeper sections of the training ground together with the most senior alpha drone.

An alpha drone is not a controller, but they are permitted some autonomy. One of the priveleges of the rank is that they are allowed to choose which of the trainee drones they would like to take to examine during the drone’s final assessment.

As the drone sat on the dock he pondered the last six challenging days. Drones come from a very special group of men who have a deep rubber fetish, who are turned on by dive gear and are competent divers. The drone had worked really hard to get to where he was today.

The reason that drones are chosen from this pool of men is so that they will join a very elite, tightly bound and close brotherhood. The shared love of rubber, bondage, diving and diving gear helps the drones closely bond.

The whole week is designed to test the drones mental, physical and sexual limits. Upon arrival at the drone training facility drones are given strict instructions that they must not cum without permission during their training.

During the week drones are subjected to various challenges to test them and weed out weaker candidates. Discipline is also tested, drones are secretely continuously monitored to ensure that they do not cum without permission the whole week. This loyalty is tested by constantly exposing the drones to new stimulus which will turn them on and make them horny.

This is rubberscotty before he is allowed to sleep one evening. Poppers are administered and he is edged for several hours before being hooked up to oxygen and allowed to sleep for 5 hours. Cumming during these sessions would result in instant discharge from the program and would mean that the drone may never again apply for the drone brotherhood. Drones are edged to extreme levels during these sessions and it is only the rare and obedient exceptions who make it past this gruelling test.

Sleeping accomodations is always in full rubber, and breathing pure oxygen to help the drones desaturate and also remain horny.

Back on the dock final checks were made and rubberscotty entered the water.

As he entered the water he met with the alpha drone and they proceeded together down to 43m. The drones normally breath trimix at these depths to limit the effects of nitrogen narcosis and ensure they can perform at 100% of their capacity. However, on the final assessment dives, drones breath normal air. This increases the level of narcosis they feel and further tests their limits.

The alpha drone switched Rubberscotty to breath from his bail out bottle. The gague showed only a few bar remaining, at these depths that would give very little breathing time. Instantly rubberscotty felt the effects of poppers and realized that the bailout bottle contained something other than air. His heart began to race and a warm feeling coursed through his body. He entered the drone mind space, he felt the regulator push air into his lungs as he stared into the alpha drones faceplate. His dick, went instantly hard. In his mind flashed back all of the events of the previous week. The training, the edging, the sexual torture and the pride he felt at getting so far.

Then the command came. CUM NOW DRONE.

Rubberscotty knew he would only have a few seconds of air remaining. The effects of the narcosis and the poppers made him feel animalistic. He was covered in rubber, horny as hell and facing his ultimate test. His whole world was rubber and diving.

He knew he had to cum before the air in his bail out runs out and before he passes out in order to graduate from the drone program.

Instantly rubberscotty fell to his knees, the alpha drone watching from above. Rubberscotty started to wank himselfthe best he could through the thick suit and gloves. He could feel his horniness building, but then suddenly his air stopped. How could it run out already he thought?

The fact that rubberscotty had been selected for this program was no accident. This final test is a final proof of a drones worthiness and ability to cope under pressure… And a measure of the drone’s pervertedness. The air running out would make normal men panic, but it only made the drone even more horny. He loved thethought of his predicament 43m under the lake surface. He gasped for air but nothing came. Narcosis made him foggy. Poppers still coursing through his veins, right on the edge of consciousness the drones body buckled and he pumped load after load into his suit. His orgasm was long and the whole time he was gasping for air. After he came he fell to the floor, looking up at the alpha drone. He was exhausted and almost passing out.

Just before he passed out he heard the alpha report simply “rubberscotty has completed the final test”. Trimix rushed into the drones helmet and the drone gulped it in. The underwater world became clearer and the drone sighed deeply and smiled. He made it.

After a few minutes passed, the alpha drone ordered rubberscotty to his feet. “You will be known from now on as drone RS82”. RS82 managed to whisper “acknowledged” and the two drones began walking back up to the training center.

Oxygen levels in RS82’s breathing gas were gradually increased as the drone ascended to aid decompression.