Cagedkyle - Kyle Cage

Rise of the Rubber Drones

Chapter 6: The Hunted

Ethan slumped back against the wall behind him, breathing hard. His sweat-soaked boxers - which were all he was wearing except socks and running shoes - offered little padding against the asphalt of the alleyway that he and Derek had taken refuge in. Derek peered around the buildings on either side of them. Once satisfied that no one had followed them, he slid down the wall to sit beside Ethan. The Brush of Derek’s arm against his gave Ethan comfort, but he knew it was Derek who needed that the most.

The escape from the apartment building had been difficult, the drone was fast, but clumsy, and Derek knew the building well. He had dragged Ethan through fire escapes and stairwells, never going in a straight line for long. The run to Ethan’s car had been a near thing. The drone had emerged from the building just as he started the engine, nearly grabbing the driver’s side handle before Ethan could speed away.

“I thought that was you,” Ethan panted once satisfied that he had left the sandy-haired drone in the dust.

Derek closed his eyes and bowed his head in shame. “My big brother, Oliver.” Derek looked ahead, but Ethan could tell he was fighting back tears. “He plays for the university soccer team. He was late getting back from their big game today…” Derek paused to take a few deep breaths. “I noticed those… things, walking around on the street… saw what they do from my window. I tried to call Oliver but there’s no cell service… I heard a knocking at the door, and when I looked through the pee hole… There he was, so I hid.”

Ethan had to keep his eyes on the road, but at that moment all he wanted to do was to hold Derek in his arms, comfort him and tell him that everything would be alright. “We’ll get help,” Ethan promised instead. “If we keep driving we’ll be able to cell service eventually. We’ll get help and we’ll get your brother and everyone else back.”

They drove in silence through the city, speeding up when either of them saw a drone, despite the rubber creatures making no attempt at following. It was a long drive, and Ethan silently rejoiced that his tank was nearly full. Though he tried to hide hit, Ethan could tell Derek was stealing glances at his bare chest, legs and the bulge of his boxers (that he was trying his best not to allow to get hard). Near the city limits, Derek’s phone gained a slight signal, but the celebration was cut short by the sudden appearance of twelve drones blocking the road ahead. 

“Shit.” Ethan slammed on the brakes. The drones advanced toward the car immediately.

“Back up back up back up back up!” Panic rose in Derek’s voice as two of the drones were nearly on them. 

Ethan put the car in reverse and slammed the gas to the floor so hard he thought his foot would go through it. He drove straight back as fast as he could until he had some clearance between them and the shiny rubber hands that were outstretched and ready to grab them. He cut the steering wheel hard and the car whipped to the right and off the road, brakes screeching From beneath, Ethan heard a crunch that turned his stomach. One of the drones was nearly at Derek’s door. 

“Ethan!?” Derek warned, leaning away from the glass.

 Ethan put the car in forward and pressed down on the gas once again. The tires spun, and for a brief moment Ethan was filled with dread, seeing himself and Derek encased in shiny rubber, Just two muscular drones, only distinguishable by his auburn curls and Derek's sandy buzz cut. A moment later the car shot forward onto the road, pressing him and Derek hard against the backs of their seats, leaving the drones behind.

“Why aren’t they following us? I don't get it,” Ethan’s breathing had become hard and fast, only slowing when they had made their escape.

Derek craned his neck around, not taking his eyes off the drones until they were a safe distance away. “They don’t need to, they control access to the city, no one can get in or out. Easier and less risky to just let us run out of gas and get captured by a patrol or something.” Derek looked at Ethan now, those big oceans of eye full of concern. “And we’re going to run out sooner rather than later.”

“We’ve got half a tank,” Ethan countered, but as he said it his heart sank, he knew the needle should not have gone down as fast as it did. Derek pointed to the mirror, and he saw the gas trickling out in a trail behind them. “Shit.”

They were deep in the city when the engine began to buckle and the car rolled to a stop. Derek had reasoned that the cover and confusion of the city would give them a better chance against the drones than the woods or the beaches if they came across any, it was a vain hope however. When the car stopped, both boys jumped out and ran as fast as their legs would carry them. Ethan in his boxers and Derek in his loose-fitting shorts and a muscle shirt.

They ran for what felt like hours. They narrowly dodged a drone patrol that was walking the streets, had any of them seen either Ethan or Derek it all would have been over. They stole water and food from an abandoned gas station, abandoned until the owner emerged from the back office wearing rubber. Ethan had slid under a car, the dirt and rocks dug into his bare skin, while Derek slipped around the other side of the building, holding their breath til the drone marched away, and for some time after. Emerging from their hiding places, the boys started running once again. Out of breath and desperate to eat and drink, they darted into a dark ally, shielded from the sun.

He and Derek gulped down the bottles of water they had each been able to steal. The sandwiches were gone as fast as the water, the meal had made Ethan feel much better, but the look on Derek’s face was excruciating. Ethan took his hand in his and squeezed. Derek reciprocated. No words passed between them. Derek adjusted himself against the wall and laid his head against Ethan's bare shoulder. Ethan’s skin tingled from the sensation of Derek’s soft hair. Squeezing the hunky boy’s hand harder, Ethan was overcome with the desire to protect him. They stayed like that for the better part of an hour. Derek drifted to sleep after a little while, his warm, gentle breathing nearly lulled Ethan down too. 

After a while, Derek roused again, lifting his head to look at Ethan. Once again Ethan felt himself get swallowed up in those deep eyes as they focused on his own. Derek came closer to him now, and Ethan could feel the warmth emanating from his body, it was a welcome relief from the cool evening air that was drifting across his bare skin. Gently, Derek leaned in close and placed a kiss on Ethan’s lips. Ethan felt like he was melting in the brief moment when their lips made contact. Derek pulled back a little and looked at Ethan once again, for a brief moment a soft smile breached the surface of his pained face.

“We’ll get Oliver back, Derek, I promise,” 

The smile left his cute face again, and Derek sat back against the wall. “We can’t stay here much longer, it’ll be dark soon, and we need to get you some clothes.” Derek did his best to sound strong and serious.

Ethan grinned, “You don’t like me like this?” he gestured to his nearly naked body.

The smile came back to Derek’s face again, he looked Ethan up and down (without subtlety). “I’d like you better if you were wearing less,” they chuckled, “but I prefer warm…” Derek’s eyes narrowed and he looked around suspiciously. “Did you hear that?” he asked, half a whisper.

“Hear what?” then he heard it too. Footsteps. Boots against the sidewalk, but only a single pair. All the drones that they had seen had travelled in groups, like small army units marching in formation. Slowly, Derek stood, creeping forward to look around the corner. Ethan crept up behind him. Looking past Derek’s shoulder, he saw, not a drone, but a student at the university, Grant. Ethan knew grant from his writing class. He was well-built and had never been shy to show off his bulging muscles to guys or girls. The bisexual stud was a hit for girls and gays alike. He was walking down the street, a distressed look on his face, wearing nothing but a pair of shin-high boots. His cock was ridged, rock hard and leaking. Ethan called out to his friend.

“Ethan?” Grant turned toward them, his cock bouncing, pointing directly at their hiding spot.

“Grant get over here, the streets aren't safe,” Ethan called in a low whisper, Derek did not seem as enthusiastic as he was, returning to the middle of the ally. 

Grant jogged off the street to meet him.”I’m so glad I found you dude.” Ethan noticed the smell right away like he had been running for hours, but there was a different smell hidden beneath the sweat. Breathing it in made Ethan feel funny, he felt his cock stirring in his boxers.

“What happened to your clothes?” Ethan powered through the noxious, almost chemically odour of Grant’s sweat. He had to try to keep his eyes off the adonis-like form in front of him. Ethan wanted to look back at Derek, to take off all their clothes and fuck, all three of them in the ally way.

“I could ask the same of you, bro.” Garret was getting closer, his rubber boots were less than a foot away. Ethan’s vision was getting fuzzy then, he felt so happy and horny. His cock was fully hard in his sweaty boxers, pointing ahead like Grant’s.

“Ethan…?” Derek’s voice was low like a warning, but Ethan barely heard it. He was so fixated on Grant’s massive, leaking, smelly, throbbing cock.

“I… they came for me when I was changing… had to escape.” Ethan could feel the pre dripping into his boxers now, at the tip of his throbbing cock. The way the material brushed against his sensitive cock-head made Ethan moan. Grant was so much closer now, the smell so much stronger. Before he could register what was happening, Ethan felt a hand on the back of his head, pulling his limp body forward into the stink. Everything became a blur as his nose pressed against something soft and hairy. Ethan breathed deeply from the stink that was all around him. Suddenly every touch against his skin was orgasmic and pleasurable. Deep, loud moans escaped his mouth as he pushed his nose further and deeper into Grant’s pit. Distantly he heard Derek’s voice, that sweet sexy hunky boy, it was yelling, but Ethan could not make out any of his words. Ethen Ethan felt something spin him around, the material around his cock tightened and then disappeared so fast. Then something warm. And slick pressed against his ass, pleasure erupted up Ethan's body as he felt the pressure building in his cock. He was moaning so loud now but he did not care, all that mattered was pleasure. Soon, the orgasm overtook him and he felt himself unloading load after load of hot seed. As the pleasure washed through his body, Ethan’s vision went black.

When next he remembered, Ethan was warm again. His body felt strange and it was hard to move. Looking down he saw his body covered in black, shiney rubber. 

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Rise of the Rubber Drones

Chapter 3: The Protagonist

Ethan was always self-conscious at the beach, especially in his red speedo. Everyone said how sexy he looked in it, but Ethan always had his doubts. So it was odd that when Ethan saw the boy he'd been crushing on for weeks, he actually built up the courage to shoot his shot. Derek was tall, blond, and handsome. His lean, toned body was on full display as he also only wore a speedo. Ethan walked up to him before his newfound courage could leave him.

"Hey, D-Derek," he greeted, feeling the nerves returning.

"Hey, Ethan, looking fine today, man." That Brought some courage back.

"Thanks," he couldn't believe Derek of all people would compliment him. "Derek, would you go out with me Friday night?" Ethan felt his heart sink a little when Derek didn't answer immediately. He knew a guy like Derek could never find him attractive

` "I'd love to." It took a moment for the words to register. When they did, it was all Ethan could do to stop himself from grinning from ear to ear. 

Soon Derek was smiling too. 

They walked together on the beach, making plans at first. Then just talking to each other. Ethan found himself smiling at just the sound of Derek's voice. The two of them stayed at the beach longer than either had planned, and Ethan didn’t want to leave, even though the sun was starting to set. Emboldened, Ethan dared a kiss. When he felt Derek’s arm pull their nearly naked bodies together, he felt as if he would melt. They stayed there for a minute, but it felt like an eternity. 

Ethan found himself aware of everything in those moments of bliss. He tasted the mint on Derek’s breath and the salt from their lips. He could smell the ocean water that coated both their skin. In a brief moment, Ethan’s eyes opened and met Derek’s. Deep, Dark eyes, blue-green like a summer sea. Ethan knew he would drown in those eyes if he looked too long, and welcomed the thought. The feel of Derek’s lean muscle against his made Ethan lean further into the boy of his dreams. The lycra of their speedos rubbed together, luckily Derek’s tongue was there to suppress his moan. When they finally pulled apart, Ethan felt as if his head was spinning, from the look in Derek’s dark eyes, he could tell he felt the same way.

Reluctantly, the two went their separate ways. Ethan returned to his dorm room that night and dreamed of Derek, savouring the tastes of mint and salt that lingered on his tongue.

Ethan spent the better part of the next two days messaging back and forth with Derek. As soon as he heard his phone buzz,  Ethan rushed for it to see if it was Derek. He also found himself going even harder at the gym, going more often too. He wanted to look good for Derek.

It was Friday before he knew it, and Ethan could barely contain his excitement. After a final, intense, gym session before his date, he was exhausted. Ethan wiped the sweat from his forehead as he changed in the locker room. He changed in the open, his confidence having steadily built more and more from talking with Derek. After showering, he walked back into the room with a towel around his waist. Dropping the towel in front of a mirror, Ethan examined his body up and down. He saw what his friends must have. Etahn had always thought himself ugly, and undesirable, but now he saw that wasn’t true. He was attractive. His body was lean and hard. Strong, defined thighs supported him. His flat stomach was extenuated by rock-hard abs. A sharp, well-defined V traced the outline of his hips down to his pelvis, where his freshly shaved cock and balls hung. Ethan had shaved every hair below his ears, so nothing was covered. His pecs sat above his abs, Ethan grinned as he flexed, making them bounce. Veins pressed between his muscles and the skin of his arms. Even his face was handsome, with a sharp jawline below and auburn hair above. For the first time in his 19 years, Ethan was proud of his body. 

A sudden sound from outside, like shattering glass, broke his train of thought. Ethan finished drying off and pulled on his clean boxers to go see what had happened. Peeking his head out the swinging locker room door, Ethan didn’t know what to make of the scene before him. The huge street-facing windows had been slashed in, glass littered the floor beneath them. The three other men who had been in the gym with Ethan were no longer working out. Ethan saw Ed on his knees, a huge rubber cock pumping in and out of his mouth as he moaned. Ryan was in the same predicament not two meters away. Jack was on all fours as the rubber figure pounded him hard and deep. None of this made sense to Ethan. He had no clue what those rubber things were, he had seen some kinky stuff on Twitter, stories where men became mindless drones and wore black rubber suits as they obeyed mindlessly. He had jerked off to stories about men becoming drones. But those were just stories, what Ethansaw was real. On top of that, Ed, Ryan, and Jack were all straight, what were they doing? He wanted to run out, yell, do something to intervene, but found himself helpless, unable to move or look away.

Ethan watched, horror-struck as the thrusting, moaning and face fucking reached a crescendo. He watched as the three gym rats were enveloped in rubber. The three drones became six. Ed, Ryan, and Jack - if it was still them - rose slowly to their feet. In unison, all six turned their heads to look at him. “Shit,” Ethan whispered. 

Before he knew it the drones were advancing on him, one had nearly reached the door as Ethan slammed it and flipped the deadbolt shut. They began to pound and slam against the door, Ethan knew he had to get out fast. He slipped on his sneakers and made a mad dash for the rear emergency exit. He heard the locker room door come crashing down as he burst through the fire escape, triggering the smoke alarms to go off. Not looking back, Ethan jumped into his car and peeled out of the parking lot as fast as his car would allow.

On the streets, he saw more and more of those things… Drones? and they saw him. Fortunately, none of them tried to stop him. He tried to call his friends, Colin and Kev, but nobody picked up. Before he could try to call Derek, he lost all cell service. Derek’s apartment was closer, so Ethan headed there first. 

To his surprise, there were no drones on the streets around Derek's building. Ethan looked back through his texts with Derek to find his apartment number as he ran up the stairs, elevators seemed like a bad idea. When he reached the apartment, the door had been broken in. Ethan crept as quietly as he could, looking in every direction he could. Despite cumming to those stories he had read, Ethan wasn’t in any hurry to give up his free will, or his date with Derek. A sense of dread washed over him. He could imagine Derek as one of those things. His muscles coated in rubber, nothing remaining of him except his beautiful sandy blond hair and blue-green eyes. Ethan had watched Jack’s eyes harden as the rubber washed up his body and he transformed into one of those rubber creatures. Had Derek suffered the same fate?

Turning the corner he saw it, across the long room was a drone just as he had pictured; Its sandy blond hair was cut short. Its muscles were on full display. Its eyes were a cool green. His heart dropped. When those cold eyes fixed their gaze on Ethan everything seemed to happen at once. The drone’s smooth bulge morphed itself into a massive rubber phallus that made Ethan’s hole ache just from looking at it. The rubber cock bobbed as the thing advanced on Ethan, dripping black rubber onto the floor. Every bone in his body was telling him to run, to escape, but Ethan could not find the strength to move. 

“Derek,” Ethan sighed. It was halfway across the room now, its arm extended, its finger pointing at his forehead.

“Ethan!” came a voice from behind, a familiar voice. As if from nowhere, Derek was at his side, taking his hand. His handsome face was a mask of panic and distress. Derek took a longing look at the blond drone. “Follow me,” he yelled, leading Ethan by the hand, the two began to run.