Welcome to the Asian Century Chapter III
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As Louis came into the hall where his house ate breakfast, he blushed at the eyes of the other boys on him. The news about last night had obviously spread fast. He ate quickly, avoiding talking, and got up once he was finished.
He was about to leave when his path was blocked. Jiyong Lee stood in front of him, smirking. Louis didn't know much about Jiyong. He was a native Korean, and like most Koreans he tended to keep to his own. He'd heard he was from some politically important family in the ROK. Louis thought he had the round features and perfect skin of a K-pop star.
Now, he put a hand lightly on Louis's chest. "Have you sucked a Korean dick before?"
Louis shook his head, his cheeks flushing.
"You wanna suck mine?" He touched Louis's crotch with his other hand, rubbing it gently, and moved closer. "Nae joseul ppalgo sipeo?" he repeated in Korean, almost whispering. He pouted in mock pity.
Louis hesitated, then nodded. Jiyong watched him for a few moments, and Louis looked into the Korean boy's dark eyes.
Jiyong smiled. "Maybe later, slaveboy." He turned and walked away. Louis stood, watching, not moving.
After the humiliation Tom had been led with the other whites to a building they were calling a holding facility. They had been lined up again in a yard in the middle of the building, then marched to small, clean cells, each with a bunk bed, a TV set to Chinese state news and a bucket to relieve themselves in.
Naturally they were kept naked. In the morning, a guard would wake them and force them to exercise, their dicks bouncing as they jogged around the yard and performed humiliatingly for their captors. Then they would be taken back and kept in the cells, fed a sparse diet of Chinese food.
It had only been two days, but it felt like forever. Tom was surprised, then, when his cell door swung open to reveal the girl who had taken him to his public humiliation. She was wearing a tight-fitting miniskirt and a revealing denim crop top, letting him see most of her Asian body. Her skin was exceptionally smooth, a rich shade of olive that betrayed her tropical origins. Her jet-black hair and eyes still seemed beautiful, and his dick hardened despite himself.
"Hey gwailo," she greeted him dismissively. "I was told to show you this." She held a tablet out in front of Tom. He was only mildly shocked to see the girlfriend he had left in England staring at him.
Julia was sitting in her underwear in a room in her Kensington apartment. Her ivory pale skin and long brown hair made for a sharp contrast with the Chinese girl in front of Tom in real life, and he felt his dick strain involuntarily. Inset on the bottom-right corner of the screen he could see himself, naked, his erection obscenely obvious. He made no effort to cover himself up.
"Hey Tom." She flashed a grin, continuing before he could reply. "I'm so happy that you've decided to become a slave. Since you've obviously got enough yellow dick to suck and other white boys to cum into, I just wanted you to know that I'm breaking up with you." She undid her bra, baring her firm breasts and looking behind her as a well-built Asian man appeared on the screen. He was wearing only a pair of shorts which clung tightly to his tanned body, the shape of his dick bulging through them.
The Asian guy leaned in to look into the screen. He was young, about Tom's own age, deep black almond eyes and hair as always. He had a small tattoo of a Singaporean merlion on his shoulder, giving away his origins. "Don't worry, man, she's better off with me," he said. "She doesn't need to deal with your tiny white dick or your honky stupidity any more." Despite himself, Tom found himself more interested in the guy than his girlfriend.
The Asian stood back and dropped his pants obligingly, and stood to the side so his erection pointed across the screen. Throwing her hair back, Julia wrapped her lips around it with an almost professional grace. She sucked his dick loudly, making noises of delight that embarrassed Tom all the more because he had never heard them before.
"Go ahead and da fei gei," the Chinese girl in front of him told him mockingly. "Just clean up your cum afterwards."
Tom did what she suggested, stroking his dick violently as he watched his posh English girlfriend-now his ex-give herself over to the white race's new masters. "Yeah, I'm happy for you guys," he said to the screen, and Julia laughed.
Most of the rest of the day proceeded as normal for Louis. It was only on his way back from class in the afternoon, accompanied by Jianhao, that things changed. When they did, however, it was drastic.
A small crowd of boys had gathered in School Yard. Louis soon saw the reason. Kairav, an ethnically Indian boy in his year, born in Britain and on a scholarship like him, stood in front of the crowd, next to the statue of Henry VI that marked the middle of the yard. He had taken off his shirt: an orange-white-green Indian flag was draped over his shoulders, and 'FUCK ANGLO PRIDE' was written over the smooth chocolate-coloured skin of his chest. With a start, Louis noticed that Kairav was holding his penis in his hand, shameless and smirking.
"Are you proud of being an Anglo, honky?" Jianhao asked, turning to him. He rested his hand on Louis's ass.
Louis shook his head.
"Why don't you go do the right thing?" Louis could feel the Chinese boy push his hand beneath his underwear, touching the bare skin of his ass cheeks. "Go show everyone how to be a good white boy."
Louis knew what he meant, and he felt horny enough to do it. He closed his eyes for a moment, then began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off and let it fall to the ground. He walking up to Kairav, Jianhao pushing him gently at his shoulders. His dick felt hard, heavy and demanding as it pushed up against his trousers.
"Heeey, Louis!" Kairav said mockingly. He turned to Jianhao. "How's his white guilt going? Is he gonna come and protest racism too?"
Jianhao pressed him meaningfully. "Yeah," Louis replied simply.
"Come stand next to me," Kairav ordered. He hesitated. "White slave," he added with a smirk. Jianhao gave him a final shove, and Louis turned round to see the Chinese boy stepping on his shirt, pressing down deliberately to dirty it on the ground. "Tell everyone what you're so guilty about."
"We invaded India..." Louis began hesitantly. He jerked involuntarily as Kairav put his arm round him, grabbing him firmly by his side. He laughed nervously, then started over. "We invaded India and stole shit from them and were racist to them for hundreds of years." He looked at Jianhao, who was watching him expectantly. "Just like we did to China too. So now white Anglos need to pay the price." He straightened his back. "Racism won't be solved until every white boy is enslaved!" Almost as a flourish, he undid his trousers and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them and kicking them away. Without hesitation he pulled off his boxers, then fumblingly his socks, and exposed himself completely, putting his hands on his hips. He felt more confident when naked.
The faces he saw in the crowd were telling: smirking and self-satisfied ethnic boys contrasted with the shame and embarrassment of most of the whites, though some of them could still see it as a joke. At least one white boy--Victor, a shy, pale brown-haired nerd wearing glasses--had shoved his hand into his trousers and was awkwardly trying to hide his public masturbation. The two Asian boys standing next to him had noticed; one of them was pointing at Victor's crotch, laughing. He wasn't the only one who was turned on by the spectacle. Max, a loudmouth rugby player with messy blond hair who had always been an exhibitionist, had unbuttoned the top first half of his shirt, showing off some of his chest hair. Jiyong was there too, watching smugly, his arms crossed.
He felt Kairav's hand wander down his side, and decided to continue. "It's not like we have anything that makes keeping us free worthwhile. Asians are smarter than us, Indians too!"
Some of the whites in the crowd laughed. "Laugh all you want, you're all going to have to strip naked soon too," Louis replied. "Scared your masters won't like your body as much as mine?"
Looking to his side, he saw Kairav's dark brown dick was fully erect. He felt proud of himself. The Indian boy smiled. "Good job, white boy," he said in a low voice. "I was just going to piss on this stupid statue, but I guess this works better. Get down on all fours." Louis obeyed.
He felt something press down at the top of his back, stopping him from looking up or around. Keeping his head down, he looked at his own crotch, wandering idly if he could suck his own dick. From the photos and videos he saw later he'd find out that Kairav was stepping on him with one foot, raising a fist in a show of Indian power. Anglo pride was definitely being fucked.
After a while the pressure relented. He got up onto his knees. By now a few teachers had arrived, but hadn't done anything. Victor was being undressed, without much resistance, by his two Asian friends. Max had given in too, taking out his dick and wanking openly. Louis looked round just in time for Kairav to shove his dick into his mouth.
Once his captor had left, Tom lay on his back, running through what he had just seen again and again. He was surprised to find that he didn't care. It mostly just turned him on, thinking of a rich white girl debasing herself like that.
The door opened again, and this time Siuchun entered-not topless now, Tom noted with almost a sense of regret. "Inspection time," Siuchun informed him. "Get up."
Tom got to his feet, feeling the coldness of the smooth floor against him. For once his dick was soft, and dangling limply over his thighs and swinging as he moved. Siuchun grabbed him by his arm and pulled him out of the room.
The Hongkonger held him by his leash as they walked silently down the featureless corridors towards the open yard at the centre of the holding facility. As they rounded a corner, Siuchun suddenly turned round and pushed Tom up against the wall.
"Aren't you turned on by me, you gwailo scum?" A Cantonese accent broke through his usually impeccable intonation. "You seemed pretty turned on when I made you suck my dick."
"I-I'm sorry," Tom hazarded, confused by what was going on. "It's not because I'm racist, your friend just made me jack off a moment ago..." The Hongkonger looked through his thin glasses into Tom's eyes. He ran his hand over Tom's body, then grabbed his penis.
"Get hard for me ngong gau or I promise I'll send you on the first train to the mainland to work in a fucking salt mine in Xinjiang," he ordered. Massaging Tom's dick, he leaned in and kissed him on his mouth. He came closer, pressing up against Tom. Tom felt Siuchun's rock-hard dick against his waist. "I'm going to be the first guy to fuck your rich white ass, you fucking colonial scum," he added, then kissed Tom again.
Still bewildered, Tom reciprocated and made out with the Cantonese guy. For a nerd the Asian was a pretty good kisser. He thought he could taste dim sum on his spit, though it was probably just his imagination. His dick slowly became hard again; by now Siuchun was jacking him off. Feeling Tom's erection, Siuchun relented, and slapped the white boy on the cheek. "Much better."
Louis was quickly getting used to sucking dick, and worked on Kairav's without much trouble. This time, he could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, and he made a point to fulfil his fantasies by acting as slutty as he could. He licked and sucked the Indian boy's dick eagerly, his head moving back and forth as he groaned with pleasure. He masturbated with his free hand. Kairav came pretty quickly, and Louis swallowed the warm Indian cum immediately. He turned round to the crowd and comically apologized as he continued wanking--"Sorry, guys, I can't help myself." He moaned as he shot his cum over the ground.
"That's enough," a deep voice boomed. A red-faced teacher with white hair wearing the black robes of a schoolmaster walked up to Louis. Jianhao's ploy had clearly worked, and he had obviously been unable to punish them. "This isn't how young adults should be behaving. Put some clothes on, Mirabeau," he ordered, using Louis's surname.
Jianhao appeared next to him. They were about the same height, but Jianhao was managing easily to look down his nose at the insolent white man. He held up a sheaf of papers, which Louis could make out were written in Chinese. "That isn't possible, sir. Louis is a slave under Chinese law. He's subject to extraterritoriality now. I'm disposing of his clothes already."
The teacher fumed silently. "Have some bloody modesty," he eventually said, then walked off. There was laughter from the crowd.
Jianhao looked at Louis. "I'm serious. You're going naked from now on. Congratulations on becoming my slave."