“So, the subject has come willingly for conversion?”

Sam smiled and nodded. “I have.” The young raccoon said.

The tall and muscular wolf standing before him, resplendent in his shiny skintight black rubber bodysuit, complete with rubber boots and gloves, grinned back at him. “Very well, let us get started.”

The raccoon shuddered in excited expectation, hardly believing this was happening. After so many years, he was getting to play out his fantasy of getting transformed into a mindless slave drone, thanks to his wonderful boyfriend Duke. Or rather, ‘The Controller’ as he had made clear he was to be known during the duration of this long weekend’s intense roleplay at his large home.

With a wave of a paw, Duke, or rather, the ‘Controller’, signalled to the two others in the room. They stepped forward, both heavily built, a bear and a feline of some sort. More than that, Sam couldn’t tell much about them. They were dressed the same as Duke, but with the addition of a full rubber hood with built in red-tinted lenses over the eyes and a rubber collar encircling the neck. Each had some red lettering over the right nipple. The bear was ‘05’ and the feline was ‘06’.

Their presence had been a shock, as they hadn’t talked about having anyone else involved in their big roleplay weekend. But Duke had mentioned that he had some surprises in store for him. Roping in a couple of the kinky friend he was always talking about to play other drones that the Controller had previously ‘converted’ certainly qualified as a surprise.

He had considered asking more about them, but then he remembered that Duke had been very specific that he wanted Sam to play along with the roleplay scenario as soon as he arrived, so he hadn’t commented on these strangers being present, allowing them to escort him when he arrived to Duke’s study for a meeting with the Controller. He could always ask about them once the weekend was over.

And Sam had to admit they were both looked fantastic, the rubber showing every curve of their wonderful muscles. Plus, they were helping him immerse himself in the roleplay, giving him a look at what he was going to pretend to be turned into. His cock was already hard as a rock, and the weekend had only barely begun.

“Strip the subject.” Duke commanded. “Subject will not resist.”

The drones obeyed immediately, grabbing Sam, their glowed paws handling him roughly as they forcefully pulled off his clothes. The raccoon didn’t fight back, allowing himself to be quickly and efficiently stripped naked.

The big rubber clad wolf watched this and raised an eyebrow when he saw Sam’s full erection as the last of his clothing was pulled free and discarded.

“The subject is enjoying this situation.” Duke said, smiling at the raccoon. “This is permitted.”

Sam smiled back at him lovingly, so happy to have such a wonderful boyfriend with such similar fetishes, who was willing to go to such lengths to give him a good time.

“Drones, take the subject to the lab and secure him for conversion.” Duke said.

The two drones obeyed again, each planting a firm paw on one of Sam’s shoulders and guiding him out of the room, Duke following them.

They walked along a darkened corridor and entered another room, the appearance of which took him by surprise.

This ‘Lab’ had been decorated with a wide variety of computers and electronic equipment arranged on desks around a large medical table in the centre. The table had a number of heavy rubber straps, waiting to be used to restrain whoever laid down there. Off to one side was a selection of rubber fetish gear, black and shiny and ready to be used.

It was quite impressive, the raccoon both pleased and stunned with how much effort Duke seemed to have put into decorating a suitable location for their roleplay scene.

Sam was swiftly guided to the table and the drones easily lifted him up onto it, forcing him to lie down. Working together, it didn’t take long to strap him down, securing him in place and leaving him completely unable to move.

“We will proceed with the drone conversion.” Said Duke, the big wolf strolling around the table towards one of the desks. “Drone 5, gag the subject. Drone 7, set up the stimulation equipment.”

The restrained racoon watched in fascination as the controller and his two drones worked. The bear grabbed a ball gag from the fetish gear and forced it into Sam’s muzzle and buckling it in place, leaving him unable to speak. Meanwhile, the feline drone retrieved an elaborate apparatus that was connected by long cables to some of the equipment, which consisted of two parts, a tube and what looked like a dildo.

He soon realized it was indeed a dildo, as the feline reached under him with it and slid it into his ass, making him squirm. The tube was slid over his still hard cock. It proved to be a tight fit, the inside of the tube filled with a rubbery material that gripped his shaft.

Sam moaned into his gag. The simultaneous stimulation of both his ass and cock just felt so damn good. He turned his head to look at Duke and saw the wolf approached with some kind of weird electronic headset with earphones and a built-in visor, cables trailing out the top of it and back to one of the computers. Obviously, some manner of prop he’d made for the conversion roleplay. Duke had really put a lot of effort into this whole thing.

The large wolf stopped by the table, waving away the drones, who went and stood at attention by the door, waiting for further commands. He looked down at Sam and smiled a warm smile. “There is something the subject should be made aware of.” He leaned down, muzzle close to the raccoon’s ear, and whispered. “This isn’t roleplay, Sam. Those two really are two of my mindless brainwashed drones and you’re about to join them, thanks to a dronification process of my own creation.”

Confused, Sam glared up at the wolf. But Duke seemed utterly serious as he proceeded to fit the headset onto the raccoon, slipping the earphones into his ears and ensuring the visor was settled over his eyes, covering his vision.

He was joking right? Sam thought. Drone conversion isn’t a real thing. He must just be saying that to try and make the scene seem more real and…

“Conversion beginning now.” Duke said, hitting a button on one of the computers.

Sam’s thoughts were immediately cut off as the headset activated, the visor lighting up and displaying swirling multi-coloured hypnotic patterns that the raccoon was instantly entranced by, unable to look away or close his eyes. Whispering sounds filled his ears, but he found himself unable to consciously focus on them. His whole head seemed to tingle as if the device planted there was pulsing waves of energy through his skull.

And then came the pleasure. The tube on his cock went to work, massaging his member, and the dildo in his rear started to vibrate, stimulating his prostate. He shuddered in his restraints as sexual ecstasy washed through him.

“Mental reprogramming and pleasure training in progress.” Sam heard the wolf controller say through the haze of pleasure, his thoughts becoming fuzzy and confused, it becoming harder and harder to think and easier and easier to just let what was happening happen.

The last clear thoughts in his head before the conversion process wiped them all away was that the Controller had been correct. This was no roleplay. He was becoming a genuine slave drone, as he’d always fantasized. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t seem to resist. Deep down, he truly wanted this…

And then Sam was gone, no more thoughts of his own to worry about, his head filling up with new programming being etched into his brain by the Controller’s process. Knowledge about obedience and servitude and pleasure. Little else mattered to a drone like him.

The raccoon now understood completely it’s place. To serve and obey its Controller. To be rewarded for obedience with pleasure he could not experience any other way. It was filled with an overwhelming desire to be a good drone for its controller, to please him in whatever way it could.

Eventually, the headset shut off, and the dildo and cock tube deactivated. The raccoon had no idea how much time had passed.

“Programming complete.” Came the voice of his wolf Controller nearby. “Drones 5 and 6, release the new drone and remove all equipment.”

The headset was pulled away from his head, the apparatus removed from his groin and ass, the ball gag in his mouth was pulled out and finally the traps holding him down were unbuckled.

Through this all, the raccoon remained motionless. After all, it was a good drone. Good drones only obey commands. And he had not been commanded to move.

The Controller spoke again. “New drone, stand before me.”

Now the raccoon moved, climbing off the table and standing to attention in front of the wolf, staring straight ahead.

“What are you?” the wolf demanded.

“It is a mindless slave drone.” The raccoon replied in an emotionless monotone, the answer immediately springing from its sub-conscious.

“What is your purpose?”

“To serve and obey my Controller.”

“Who is your controller?”

“You are my Controller.”

The wolf nodded. “Very good. Now, what is your name?”

The new drone was aware it had once been Sam. It even still possessed all Sam’s knowledge and memories, but only so it could effectively disguise itself as that person whenever the Controller needed or desired for him to play that role, to avoid suspicion of family and friends. But technically, ‘Sam’ no longer existed, the raccoon now knew its true place, that of a simple mindless drone.

“Drone currently has no designation.” It said.

“Your designation is Drone 7.” The wolf said.

“Acknowledged, Controller.” Drone 7 responded.

The Controller motioned to the other two drones in the room. “Get the new drone into its uniform.”

Drones 1 and 2 obeyed, snatching up items from the nearby collection of fetish wear and approaching the raccoon. They proceeded to help his unresisting body into a full latex bodysuit, followed by gloves and boots. A hood was pulled over his head, encasing him completely, red lenses settling over his eyes. Finally, the wolf came forward and strapped a thick rubber collar around his neck.

The new raccoon drone finally felt complete and utterly content now that it was in its full proper uniform.

The Controller stroked a paw down it’s chest, rubbing over the red ‘07’ printed on the bodysuit over the right nipple. “Welcome to my collection, drone 7.” He looked pleased, causing the new drone to experience a wave of pleasure, although it showed no outward sign of this.

“Now.” Said the wolf, clapping his paws together. “We have a few hours before the next of my current batch of ‘boyfriends’ shows up for their drone ‘roleplay’. You will assist in his conversion when he arrives, drone 7.”

“As you command, Controller.” The raccoon drone replied.

The muscular wolf let out a sigh. “I do find it so tiresome having to play the role of a loving boyfriend, especially for several guys at once, just to lure in subjects. I’m glad I’m getting them all converted this weekend, and it will be over…” He shrugged. “Well, at least until I want to expand my drone collection again and need new subjects….”

He eyed his new drone. “While we wait, lets have a little fun. Drone 7, turn around and bend over.”

As the raccoon obeyed the command, the Controller pulled off a panel on the groin of his suit, allowing his thick meaty cock to spring free. He then approached the bent over drone and pulled down the zipper in the ass area of the raccoon’s suit, exposing his waiting ass.

The Controller didn’t wait or give any warning, he simply plunged his shaft into the racoon’s hole and started savagely fucking him, slamming into him again and again and again, growling out his pleasure as he went.

The drone that had once been Sam took it, experiencing jolts of pure pleasure at serving and pleasing its Controller. Because it was a mindless slave drone now, and that was its purpose. That was its role to play…