Soft White Angel

(Art by Saraka, Story by Kito)

„Mnhhhh..." escaped through the nose of a tall, blonde-haired teenager. It was clearly a moan that joined the tapping noises of footsteps on a glass-like floor. The young males‘ appearance would catch the eyes of everyone who passed this beautiful being. His blue eyes reflected the light in exciting nuances and the beauty mark below his right eye highlighted the otherwise flawless and perfectly smooth surface of his skin. His tender lips were barely visible in this very moment, since he bit his lower lip as if in anticipation of something that was yet to come. His body was the „lithe and lissom"-type, his waist noticeably narrower than usual. Some muscles slightly stood out; across arms and legs, as well as stomach and chest paired with well-formed and round buttcheeks – but his overall appearance was rather elegant than bulky and muscular. He looked a bit like a rhytmic gymnast or a contortionist would look like. The ones you‘d see in a big circus, roaming through the large cities and attracting thousands of people with their highly flexible bodies.

The blonde-haired followed another figure. Another young male, who had – other than Yasha – short, blonde hair. He was not as tall as the teenager with the braided, blonde tail and had a slightly different build, too. His muscles were way more pronounced than those of Yasha. Probably highlighted even more by the skintight and shiny black bodysuit this boy was wearing. There were several blue lines drawn across the rubbery surface and they even appeared to be glowing slightly. Even the tight, knee-high boots had these lines drawn across them, matching the pattern on the legs of this boy. Besides his rather special outfit, the boy seemed relaxed and walked trough the long corridor, together with Yasha, sporting a cute smile on his young face.

Yashas eyes were focused on the round, shiny buttcheeks of his „leader". It wasn‘t the first time he saw this young fellow. Actually, it was – but they met quite a while ago on the same day. Or was it the same day? The tall boy couldn‘t remember how much time passed since…
He bit his lips again.
...since „they" ran these strange tests on him. Or at least that‘s what he understood so far. His „assistant drone" talked about some „analysis" earlier.

Little did Yasha know about what was waiting for him as he lowered himself onto one of the countless seat-like machines. The other boys which were in this large room with him – and already „paired" with these cables and tubes – were moaning noticeably. It didn‘t bother him and he actually considered all of what he saw as quite arousing. But as the cables and tubes attached themselves to his own body and thereafter a visor-like device which lowered itself onto his head, he was thaught a whole new and very different level of arousal and stimulation. Whatever they „analyzed" about him during these two times he was connected to these strange machines, it granted him the experience of these powerful sensations – there was nothing comparable he ever felt before. And in this very moment, he hoped it wasn‘t the last time he felt these sensations flowing through his body.

„Hnnnh… it‘s so tight!" he hissed through his lips, still following this rubber-clad boy who only identified himself as „T15-something-one-one". He couldn‘t remember the full number this young male introduced himself with, so the beautiful blonde-haired decided to call him „eleven". Yashas mind was filled with different things – especially since there were not only these strange „analysis"-machines he went through. Somehow, these invasive machines found out about each single fetish and erogenous zone of him. Eleven told him that he was going to be turned into a drone. And depending on his own likings and fetishes, he‘d be assigned to a certain type. And then the boy with the short blonde hair told him that each drones‘ task it is to produce some kind of „fluid" for the system. Whatever that meant. Yasha was quite intrigued and excited about this place. He‘d heard many rumors. All of them painting a positive picture of this place.

Until this point, everything went over so fast – too fast for Yasha to even pay attention to these cryptic ID-numbers which were assigned to him. His hand grabbed the semi-transparent shell which trapped his genitals in its tight confines. It felt rubbery on the outside, but it did not bend or give in to his desperate pushing and pulling. Thinking about how he went through his analysis and how he ended up here agitated him even more, but his clearly visible member was forced to remain in its current, flaccid state.

„I hope this thing comes off soon..." he hissed again, still fondling around his crotch while trying to not draw the attention to his actions too much.

The tight shell, which formed a nice bulge with his testicles and flaccid member visible beaneath was not the onliest garment Yasha wore. He remembered how a sophisticated contraption sealed him into a mainly white and also transparent, skintight rubber suit. Even his toes had individual wrappings and all over his suit were transparent parts, alongside a beautifully formed, dynamic pattern with triangles and lines across his body. Even his feet had some parts where his skin could be seen through the tight rubber.

Yasha was used to bodysuits due to his contortion-exercises. But he never wore a bodysuit made out of a rubbery material like this and this one even had a separate and very thin – even condom-like – sheath for his balls and penis. Especially the rubber-toe-socks attached to the suit left him standing in front of „his" assistant drone with a raging hard-on, after he was released out of the machine which sealed him into this suit. At this point, he was not wearing this additional … „tight thing" over his genitals.

Later on, after walking past what must‘ve been hundreds of boys inside equally tight, but different shaped and coloured rubber suits, he found himself inside another machine-like chamber. Here, he received a silver collar around his neck together with a pair of strangely formed, but incredibly comfortable rubber-shoes that separated his large toe from the others. Much like the footwear he saw earlier on what he could only describe as „Ninja-Boys in rubber suits". Besides their form, the shoes were also transparent and matched his white and light-blue rubber suit.
And then this rubbery cage was fitted around his genitals. Somehow, this collar managed to control his body. Or at least some parts of it, he thought. The collar seemed to interface with the suit and his body, since it turned his bulging erection into a flaccid state in mere seconds, even though he still felt aroused as hell. And after this clear, perfectly molded thing was fused to his body, his flaccid member tried to become erect again. But the only effect visible was a slightly twitching, clear-blueish bulge with a flaccid member and a round package inside. Covered, but still exposed for every other ‚drone‘ to see.

But that wasn‘t the only thing that was changed on him. They did something to his feet, too. Probably also through this silver collar. While he was already quite sensitive against touches on his feet, his whole body started tingling with each step he took after he came out of this „maintenance chamber"-thing. Eleven told him later that due to his foot-fetish, his bodysuit would amplify the sensations on his feet and send them directly to his nervous-system which would interpret them as highly erogenous zones. And these shoes were protecting his feet from being overloaded with sensations while walking, the black-clad drone-boy explained earlier.

Yasha remembered his own drone-ID as he recalled the whole process which brought him here – following this rubber-clad boy deeper and deeper into what they called „The System". Yasha was no longer „Yasha" in here. His new name was FT16-4278208 – the same ID which was visible on the lower left corner of his augmented-reality-view he obtained after receiving the holo-contact-lenses and on the soles of his feet. And he remembered what the two letters in front of his ID stood for.

A smirk formed on his face.
Satisfied on the one hand and excited on the other about being turned into a „Foot-drone".

Whatever was waiting for him, obviously it was linked to his feet. And his rubber-clad feet would hopefully help him in experiencing these incredibly strong sensations over and over again. If only this darn tight rubber-dome wouldn‘t prevent him from becoming hard! He‘d be able to touch himself right now!

His desperate thoughts were interrupted by his fellow drone, who stopped in front of one of the countless sliding doors, lining the long corridor.
„There we are. Your assigned partner-unit is already waiting inside. I think I missed to tell you earlier, that you‘re going to spend your time within the system with your partner unit from now on. You‘ve been matched by your personalities. And intimacy is the best way to get to know each other, isn‘t it?"

Yasha gave his tactical-drone a friendly and warm smile. „Intimacy? Well, I guess it is? Wouldn‘t be the first time for me to at least undress in front of another boy." he replied, beginning to smirk towards the other drone-boy.

„I‘ll assist you in connecting yourself to the collector-tubes. It‘s not that complicated." the smaller drone continued with a friendly voice. And before Yasha was able to ask anything about his assigned partner, the door slid open and gave way to a small room with two chair-like devices.
In one of these chairs sat another young male. The tall, blonde-haired did not move for a few moments. His eyes scanned up and downwards on the black-haired boy who was clad in a shiny black-and-greenish-blue bodysuit with equally transparent parts and the same pattern like Yasha had on his own drone-suit.

His legs were resting on a plain footrest which was attached to the futuristic-looking chair. His arms were locked on the sides of the chair, it seemed. He was sporting a huge erection, covered in the same blueish-transparent rubber like many other parts of his body, including parts of his feet. From the tip of the erection a flexible tube extended towards the ceiling and vanished somewhere through a valve. The FT-drone looked towards Yasha in excitement and smiled. „I guess… it‘s also your first time in here?".

„You bet." he managed to say, stepped inside and smiled a bit awkwardly. Meeting another person his age exposed and all horny like this was a bit more than his previous experiences. But he wasn‘t shocked in any way, since he also saw the other boys in their rubber-suits who sported equally engorged members in their crotches right after they were sealed into their new uniform.
He sat down without complaining about the opening in the middle of the seat since he somehow knew – and anticipated – what was going to happen after he sat down. But he wanted the system to surprise him, he thought, and decided not to ask about it.

„During preparation, it‘s normal for a FT-drone to be bound to their station by the arms. This prevents unauthorized behavior. You must never touch yourself with your hands, except for installing the fluid-collector. It will move into your urethra for a short distance and then lock itself against the rubber surface of your member. You may now remove your control unit. And remember, if you touch yourself with your hands, then the control unit won‘t be released during your next service-period while you still have to produce fluid. Trust me, it feels better if it‘s not trapped in there."

This is just too kinky to be true, Yasha thought. He wasn‘t able to focus on himself properly at first. He was still staring at the boy who sat face-to-face with him. But after the tightness in his groin faded, he lowered his eyes and his right hand reached towards his genitals. Gently, he pulled the clear shell from his crotch and handed it to a robot-arm which extended out of the ceiling.

Immediately, his member stood up in a perfect erection, stretching the light-blue rubber of his suits‘ sheath. Then, a clear and incredibly flexible tube lowered itself right in front of his face. On the end of the tube, a slightly bulb-shaped appendage – about five centimeters in length – waited for Yasha to be shoven up into his own urethra. He was experienced in sounding and played with himself this way quite often. Eagerly he grabbed the sound and noticed that it was already lubed up. Without hesitating, he started pushing against the rubber on the tip of his cock and penetrated the rubber with the tip of the device. A loud moan escaped his lips as the lower, metal part of the tube disappeared inside his member and then fused itself to the tight rubber.

„Well done, zero-eight. Not many of the new FT-Drones push the collector-tube in as confident as you just did. Now remove your protective shoes and hand them over to the robot-arms as well." the black-clad boy ordered him.

Without complaining, Yasha bent forward easily and removed the left shoe at first. The sensations were nearly too much for him to take. The tingles across his body focused in his crotch and crawled up towards his erect member. He groaned and cleched his toes as he removed his right shoe and freed his rubber-fused and incredibly sensitive feet from these strange shoes. He handed them over to the robotic arms with shaky hands and leaned against the backrest of his chair. Intuitively, he put his arms into the metal rings which were mounted on the armrests. He noticed that both of his feet glistened as if they were lubed up. And even if it triggered overwhelming sensations, he rubbed his toes against each other and was proven right about his guess. There really was some kind of lube on his feet.

„Well done. Your chairs will activate themselves and move both of you closer to each other after I leave. Make sure to enjoy your first ‚date‘ with your partner, zero-eight." the tactical-drone said and left the small room with a wide grin on his lips. The reactions of the „first-timers" were always the best to witness with his own eyes, the T-Drone thought to itself and left the small room.

The door sealed shut and for a short moment, nothing happened. Both foot-fetish-drones sat face to face with their feet only centimeters apart on the footrests. And both did not say a word. The boys just stared at each other and smiled a bit insecure.

„Seems like we‘re supposed to give us…" Yasha began to say „...footjobs now until we‘re done with our task in here?"
Zero-seven grinned and wiggled his toes, moaning at the tingling sensations.
„Seems fun, doesn‘t it? At least… we both share the same fetish. They know everything about our kinks, that‘s for sure." the black-haired replied with a cocky and lewd grin.
„I‘m zero-eight by the waaaaahhhhhhyy! Oh-oh my god!" Yasha and zero-seven exclaimed at the same time and started moaning. A pulsating dildo shoved itself up their rectums and pushed against their prostates in sync.
„Haahh!! HAAHH!! OH! GOD!" they screamed and Yasha was the first to ejaculate into the tube, which pumped his white, precious fluid away. Only seconds later, zero-seven also pumped his juice into his own collection-tube.

Both teenagers sunk into their backrests, panting for a few moments until they got hold of themselves again. Their rock hard members twitched from time to time, as if pumping a tiny leftover of their precious fluid into the hungry tubes.

„Test run successful. Tube-connector properly sealed. Initiating active phase for FT16-4278207 and FT16-4278208. You may move within this chamber on your own behalf after your restraints are unlocked. Do not attempt to remove any connected tubing. Do not touch yourself with your hands." a male, robotic voice announced and the chairs moved closer to each other.

Yasha was able to get up, but another tube was fixed to his body. This way thicker one was attached to the continously pumping dildo inside his rectum. It took both of the FT-drone-boys a while to adjust to their new situation. Yasha nearly came from just standing on his own feet on the rubbery and soft floor.

„Hahh… damn… I should rather give you a footjob with them than standing on them, it seems." he laughed and checked the flexibility of the tubes attached to his body.

„Close your eyes, uhh..."
„zero-seven." the black-haired smiled.

„Alright. Close your eyes. I bet you‘re going to get off from just watching me in a second."

„No hands!" the black haired laughed and felt incredibly comfortable around this blonde boy. He didn‘t feel strange around him at all. But maybe he was just too excited to finally experience this sweet and spicy sensation once again. Both boys didn‘t even bother to think about how it was possible for them to remain hard after ejaculating. All that mattered for them was pleasure – for now at least.

Yasha carefully climbed up the chair again and adjusted the backrest to form an even surface with the footrest. It looked a bit like a bed this way, but much more futuristic and still with a long tube coming out of it in the middle section. He also adjusted the footrest of his partner-drone and formed a continous surface between his chair and the chair of zero-seven.

As a contortionist, Yasha just had to use his flexible body to experiment around a bit. He laid himself onto his own belly and then brought his legs up towards the ceiling. His rubber-clad feet pointed and with incredible control over his body, he started folding in on himself and soon his feet passed his own head. His spine flexed further and further, his hipbones became incredibly well pronounced and bit rubbery buttcheeks nearly touched his upper back. His tube-invaded erection stood proudly over his head and his hyper-sensitive feet hovered directly above the groin of his partner-drone. The tubes connected to his member and to his rear didn‘t interfere with his current pose and flawlessly joined in on his flexibility. Folds like this were an easy task for Yasha and his whole body tingled from just performing another of his own fetishes in front of this black-haired boy. The suit rewarded him with additional stimulation and before he spoke up to his black-haired partner-drone a moan escaped his lips.

„Alright. Open your eyes."

„Woooow! Oh my god!" zero-seven called out in excitement. „You‘re incredibly flexible! This is awesome!" the teenager said with eyes glued to Yashas body.

„Now watch this..." zero-eight grinned and brought the tips of his white-rubbery toes with the triangular pattern on their undersides to the tip of zero-sevens penis. Carefully at first, then a bit more confident, he let his toes dance over the rubber-clad glans. While Yasha was rewarded with sweet tingles and incredibly strong waves of pleasure the longer and the more intense his toes touched the engorged member of his partner, zero-seven quickly fell into the first orgasm, moaning loudly while his fluid got pumped away.

Yasha remained in this position for a while and then changed his pose to an oversplit. He pushed himself in-between the armrests with ease and started licking the soles and the toes of zero-sevens left foot while zero-sevens right foot and toes were fondling Yashas member. This pose also pushed the pumping dildo way deeper into the blonde-haireds rectum and against his prostate. Both boys lost track of how often they ejaculated into the hungry tubes. What mattered was the same, sweet-spicy feeling they both experienced while being analyzed. But this was way better than both of them expected. Besides fondling the hard member of Yasha with his toes, zero-seven also explored the bent-joints and hipbones with his sensitive feet in excitement.

Yashas folded chest also received a lot of attention and it was easy to tell that the black-haired boy was intrigued by the flexibility of his partner. He also felt the pushed-out ribcage as Yasha extended his oversplit and shifted into a position where he stood on his own hands while being fondled by his drone-partner. Yasha ejaculated another time and pumped his white fluid into the tube and nearly lost balance this time due to the strong sensations flowing over his skin and through his body. Both of them just didn‘t want this to end.

After both zero-seven and zero-eight got their excitement a bit settled, they both fell into a trance-like state. The only thing that mattered for them from now on were their feet and bringing each other from orgasm to orgasm. Yasha occasionally changed his pose, from one flexible to another, and even though he was focused on his primary fetish, he still felt incredibly excited each time he had short moments of realization about how much his partner obviously loved his contortion exercises. They completely lost the track of time and continued to fondle themselves with their feet or to lick each others toes. At the same time, their nanobots-infused bodies produced sufficient amounts of their precious fluid within their testicles.

From the outside, there was no evidence of the two rubber-clad foot-fetish drones inside their chamber, one folding in on himself in all thinkable ways, enjoying his flexibility and sharing the benefits of years of training with his new partner-for-life. Sometimes, a moan could be heard. But it could also be another foot-fetish-boy in one of the countless other, occupied chambers getting his soles licked by his partner.

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