When editing this chapter, I was frankly shocked at the conclusion. I did not expect Scott to fail his test. As a reader, I want Scott to join the System. Not only does he fail to become a drone, but by the end, he is actively trying to destroy the System. What the fucking hell?! I think, at the time, I had already written quite a few stories in which the protagonist transforms into a mindless drone. And I probably wanted to do something different. So I had asked myself: what happen to those men that don't succeed? We've seen what happens to the Mike Hartmans of the group. We know what happens to when you become a drone. So what happens to the others? Where do their stories go? I also think I may have been doing something else with this story which may have been a little risky. I probably disappointed a few of my readers by not taking the easy way out. I think for any guy to read this story, and be really bummed out that Scott didn't become a drone, then it (in a way) affirms that you (the reader) should be a drone. That in a way, reading this story is "your" test. It measures where your mind is at. After reading about Scott's failure, and if you felt bummed out, then you were probably meant to be a drone or definitely belonged on this website. However, if you cheered at Scott's rebelliousness, then maybe you don't have the heart of a sub or would oppose the idea of being a drone. Looking back, I think I wrote this story for me first. I was measuring my own reaction against my writing. I really wanted Scott to be that drone, and I was measuring my disappointment that he didn't become one. In real life, there have been several instances in bondage scenes in which I haven't fully trusted the dom, and therefore haven't fully given myself over to the scene and completely surrendered myself. And in those moments, I came to question whether I wanted to be a boi, a slave, or a drone. Doubt starts to creep in, and you really start to re-evaluate what you want, what are you goals, and what kind of person you are. Do you fully trust the Dom or Master, and are willing to give them absolute control? Does any doubt remain? In this chapter, Scott's mindset was not there. But in reading it, I wondered and measured whether my mindset was. I hope that makes sense.

Hot. As. Fuck. I keep coming back to this series and love where it begins, the innocent oblivious jocks are just too cute, and the way you set things up like dominoes just waiting for that one push.... the scenes in here leave me feeling needy, and curious to how it might feel, don't think I'll be able to see a baseball bat and not blush and wonder after this for a pretty long time.

Glad you're still working in this story, and no worries on the delay. Life happens :)

So hot and good story!!!

Omg i love that the dad was bottoming!! Instant favourite!

I am loving this so much. I need a David in my life.

Can't wait to see what all the males students and teachers are like once they take the formula. It's going to be one hot leather fun fest.

Okay ... as you guys can see, Chapter 2 is now posted. When I was editing this, I started to get some memories on what I was doing here. I believe that the machine Scott is placed in was inspired by the teaser trailer for Terminator 2. I'm going to include a Youtube link for that teaser [here](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ThFNL_2tI) I always loved that teaser. And I tended to fantasize that, instead of robots, men would be placed on some kind of assembly line, placed into some kind of mold, and be transformed. So instead of robot arms attaching things to the robot, I opted to have robotic within the mold begin to transform Scott's body. I just wanted to include a visual reference on what was inspiring me.

Fuck!! I'd pay a lot of money for a fleshlight that allowed me to smell guys' farts and shits while I wanked.