The Drone or Slave to a Machine - Part 1

Author: eckie
Title: The Drone (or: Slave to a Machine) - Part 1
Date: 03 November 2003

One of those evenings out at the weekend where I decided to actually go home early, not having found any interesting people out there in the bars. I anyway always have some sort of problem finding the right guys, the one into the same kinks I am and are not just looking for a quick shag in the darkroom …. So I went home, already having in mind that I might just do myself some good this night again – at the end it was still early ….

Back home I decided to get myself dressed up nicely all in rubber and more – and... As personal kick – hidden underneath street clothing, so no one would guess when I walk through the city later then ….

Quite long time ago I managed to find some professional make-up-artist, who not only was gay and into rubber, but as well did not ask too many questions about my request. I got him to make a realistic mask of my face – like a second skin, and additionally also some skin-like gloves – both of which looked fantastically real. Normally it would not make much sense to have my own face as mask and my own hands as gloves, but for my many nightly walks as I planned one tonight, they were just what I needed.

First I got undressed and then started getting stuff together for tonight’s walk. Starting with a plug – well lubed I shoved it up my ass, getting a hard-on from the nice feeling up my butt, knowing I’ll have to keep it in anyway until I return home later. Next I took my cb2000 and locked my dick in it – it is always nice to walk in such horny outfit with the additional self-inflicted troubles of having problems to get hard then too – I always loved chastity a lot, unfortunately never found a partner who was into it as much as I was – it is much more interesting to get locked inside instead of locking yourself ….

To keep the plug and cover the cb200 now I put on a very thick rubbershort – about 1mm thick rubber, it will not break and keep all nice tight and snug in its place. Now I took out the one-piece rubbersuit I got long time ago for myself – it has attached gloves, socks and an attached open face hood. The zip was on the backside, from the crotch to the top of the shoulders. I lubed up well and got my legs in first – smoothened the rubber and proceeded up the chest, sliding my arms in the lubes sleeves til my fingers fitted well in the gloves, again smoothing all rubber on the body – the suit was made to fit so there were no wrinkles at all once I got in completely. My head slipping inside the open face hood and finally closing the zip on the back – tight snug fit – head to toe in rubber, only the face still visible.

At first I wanted to order a suit with a full closed hood attached, but for my plans it would have been not such a good idea, so I went with the open face hood. It has to be interesting for me of course, so next I pulled the hood back off my head and took some black duct tape – wrapping it tightly around my mouth – all around the head, also in the other direction then over the jaws to the top of the head – making it quite impossible to open my jaws and get any other noise than some mumbling out by now. Being done with this effective gag I pulled back the hood over my head. Already less real skin was visible by now.

Now for the hiding all underneath street clothing – I took out the life-like mask I had from my own face and pulled it carefully over my head. It was a mask down including the neck – so actually my complete head and neck was skin-colored once I am finished with it. I took the needed glue and makeup to fix the mask proper on my head and neck, 20 minutes work and no one will detect that underneath is a rubbered and gagged head – in the dark for sure it look perfectly like my own face and skin. Done with the head I took the skin-like gloves and pulled them just as well and careful over my rubber gloved hands.

Once done I was ready to cover up the rest of my rubbered body. Some thin socks to protect the rubbersocks, a polo-shirt, buttoned up to the top, covering the upper body, some camouflage pants, tall boots laced up and a bomberjacket added. I looked just like so many others out there in the scene tonight, nothing special, but all covered up underneath only I knew is a head to toe rubbered, plugged, chastised and even gagged guy … I get hard looking in the mirror – not from seeing that ordinary guy, but knowing what’s hidden under it … and of course got back to reality when the chastity caused pain to my raging hard-on …. I need to cool down a bit there before going out – I would have a terribly strange walk otherwise on the street …

I packed my wallet, my usual stuff in the pockets and left the house. I’d take a walk to the center, it isn’t that far, maybe 15 minutes walk and at this time of the night there is not too many people out there in my area, it’ll get more when I get closer to the center … but that’s what I enjoyed then anyway – to see those people looking at me not knowing what is hidden there ….

I reached center and kept walking through the streets there, many eyes looking at me as it is quite typical in the area of the scene-bars – all people always checkout the others … and several times I had to stop and try to sort of lean relaxed on the wall while I had a painful hard-on and needed to wait for it to get back before being able to walk again normally ….

I even went inside some of the bars there, the barmen know me so I didn’t have to order a drink but they just gave my typical drink already when I came to the bar … of course I wasn’t able to drink, but in the crowd no one noticed that I left the full bottle in the corner when I went out again …. It was great to be in the crowds, knowing no one is aware of my secret play ….

It got later now and I thought it being enough for the evening and decided to head home again for tonight – it was fun as all times when I do this... but not only did I sweat like hell and needed something to drink, I also was horny as hell and needed to get some relief later at home then ….

Shortly after being out of the center there were only few, some parts even no people at all on the streets anymore – I didn’t check the time, but with no people around it probably was very late anyway … The last part of my walk I would probably be all on my own on the street – not really good for my nightly hiding play, but I was going towards the end anyway so didn’t care much …

Out of nothing suddenly I fell, someone has thrown me to the ground from the back … I quickly turned around but already a guy was forcing his bodyweight on mine, keeping me down on the ground, in his hand a gun pointing it right in my face. He was wearing some baklava and dark clothing, with the dark surroundings here in this place not much to recognize of him. He said: “Hey faggot, got a surprise for you, gimme your wallet, I think it fits better in my own pocket and don’t you dare shouting or I’ll killya …” Some stupid burglar, I never thought that could happen to me, never though it could happen here in this neighborhood – but here I was on the ground staring in that guns cannon. He grabbed around my jacket pockets but my wallet was as usual in the side pockets of the camouflages so he didn’t find it quickly. “where the fuck is your wallet, you faggot’ he asked, but how would I answer, gagged under my mask …. Even that guy hasn’t noticed yet …. Because I did not answer he slapped my face hard repeating his question, but then suddenly: “ey, what’s that, that doesn’t feel like real skin’ and he touched my face again more careful – just to find that it is some rubbermask ... a close look and he found the seam to pull it off my head.

“What the fuck do I have here then” he said – pulling off the mask completely now and giving him free view on this rubbered and taped head. “Not just a faggot, also a pervert – I think I really should have my go with you, looks like you are up for some play here, faggot” He continued going through all pockets and found of course the wallet, but as well my handcuffs – I have the habit of always going out in the scene with a pair of cuffs – I used to say ‘you never know’ – well … this time it wasn’t any advantage at all to have them with me …’Look here’ he said holding the cuffs in front of my face “you really are a pervert, man – I guess I’ll teach you .. Turn around, faggot” he still had the gun all time pointed at me, I didn’t really have much choice anyway, so turned around, he took my hands on the back and cuffed them with my own handcuffs. Then he ordered me to stand up, he pulled the jacket over my head so I could no longer see and was leading me away from the street. I knew he still got that gun on me so thought it will be wise to just let him have his way and hope to be out of this situation quickly… it was embarrassing enough that he detected the rubber and gag under my mask – I hope he doesn’t know much to do with such kinks and will jut have some fun before letting off me … at the end he already got my wallet and there’s not much more I have on me …

We stopped and he obviously opened the trunk of a car and immediately pushed me inside. I fell hard and got rather frightened by now, going somewhere else makes this definitely not a quick fun play for him, but rather serious now, I could only hope that playing along will make things bearable for me ….

After quite some driving, first normal street, at the end quite rough roads the car stopped, the trunk opened and he shifted me out of the trunk, the jacket was no longer on my head so I could see that we were somewhere in the middle of some woods, I had no idea where … He pushed me forward and told me to walk on – so I did, a few minutes walking and I suddenly saw some concrete wall with a heavy metal door which was open. It looked like an old bunker or something similar. He pushed me inside, he had a flashlight with him and told me to go where the light points. He was leading me deeper inside that bunker – and old dirty war bunker I guessed, abandoned, it looks like nobody has been inside here for years. We ended in a room without further doors, no windows, plain concrete walls, floor and ceiling, several pipes around the walls – probably water or heating if that ever has been here inside, lots of dirt and what looked like old papers, wood, maybe the reminders of some old furniture, nothing recognizable so far.

He pushed me to a wall, unlocked the handcuffs and ordered me to take off all my street clothes – still no choice for me so I took them all of, and revealed a head to toe rubbered body – he seemed surprised too but said: “getting more and more interesting with you faggot, you really are a pervert … I think I know someone who will like to have fun with you …” That didn’t sound too good to me at the beginning, but maybe he referred to some friend of his who likes rubber as well, that would make things more or less a kinky game from here on and no longer a robbery …. But he didn’t say anything further. As soon as I had taken off my street clothes he told me to go over to the corner where he pointed the flashlight, turn around there and then he cuffed my hands on my back again, but this time around one of the larger pipes that was there. I definitely would neither go anywhere, nor get my gag or rubber off so quickly. He collected all my clothes and left the room. I was thinking about trying to shout, But then again – still heavily taped and deep inside an abandoned bunker – I doubt even without gag anyone would hear me at all – god knows when the last living person passed anywhere near this bunker ….

After somewhat 20 minutes I heard steps again and someone coming closer. I looked extremely surprised when he entered the room – he did not longer wear his baklava, but when he pointed the flashlight into his face he asked: ‘now what do you think, I guess I make a perfect you here’ and he grinned. He not only was wearing all my street clothes, he also used my mask on himself, it wasn’t a perfect fit and not perfectly covered seam, but in the dark he sure gets away with looking just like me, anyone seeing him now would swear it is me standing there .

I would have wanted to ask what’s going on, but besides some hmmmpfing nothing else came off me. He continued grinning and said: Got your address, keys, your looks – I guess I can just walk inside your house right now and if someone watches he will think it is you returning home … that gives me the possibility to freely check out if there’s anything useful at your house … cya later faggot …..” and he turned around again and left …

I would never have thought about someone abusing that mask to impersonate me, my only thoughts all time was about my hiding games … but now he was right – he could just walk freely into my house and do what he wants, in case anyone sees him, they will just think it is me… What started as some horny hiding game earlier, now becomes some nightmare – I will be completely robbed, I am kidnapped and locked up here, with him impersonating me no one will even know I did not come home … and who knows what he might have in mind later … I don’t think he will let me just go later ….