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"Hey hot pics" said the message on Johns kink social account.

"Hey, thanks, you too Drone" he replied.

John had been posting leather and rubber pics for a while to his social media, he loved gearing up and sharing pics of himself.

The Drone had a strong leather and rubber look, always smoking as it was instructed and John admired the Drones look. Full uniform leathers, Muir cap and hood, usually smoking or huffing poppers, the Drone was very attractive to John, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why it was so familiar.

The Drone was usually sharing it's webcam feed and after a couple of days John would have the feed open on his computer either watching the drone or waiting for it to come back online.

Eventually John and the drone had a private video call, John wanted to match his look as close to the drones as possible, with a few slight differences, there was not much to tell the two apart.

John had even bought some smokes, he had given up years ago but watching drone had made him desperate to start again. 

The call was quiet, the drone and John watching each others video feed, as the drone lit a smoke so did John, as the drone huffed poppers so did John. The mirroring made John horny and eventually their breathing began to sink up, which made John even hornier.

Over time John worked at reducing the difference between himself and the drone, after a while at a glance you couldn't tell the difference. John wasn't happy though, the quality of the webcam, the background and the lighting all needed to be the same.

After a few months John was huffing and smoking as much as the drone and both John and the drone would reach for the poppers and smokes at the same time. The closer John and the drone got to perfect syncronisation the hornier and more complete he felt.

As John and the drone smoked one day the drone sent a message, a url. This was unusual, but John wasn't surprised. John clicked the link. His screen was filled with a spiral and loud binaural audio. He thought he could hear a voice deep in the audio, but couldn't quite make it out. In the center of the spiral was video of the drone, or was it John. It didn't matter, the thought was enough, John mind was lost in the spiral.

John kept watching the spiral, the drone or John continued to smoke and huff for a few hours until the spiral stopped. John woke up the next day, still sitting in front of the computer, drool covering his masked chin, his cock rock hard. He had no memory of the previous night, just smoking with drone.

In the evening it was time for another session with drone. Both the drone and John began their usual routine but after a few minutes the drone said:

"It is a good drone"

"It is a good drone" repeats John.

"It is a good drone" the drone repeats.

John mind shuts down, John had finally reached perfect syncronisation with the drone, John was drone.

A few weeks later drone sends a message to another prospective recruit.

"Hey, hot pics"