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CONTENT: Chastity, Asian supremacy, public humiliation, sci-fi, sex
In the utopian future Seoul, white men are subservient to Korean men in many fun ways. This is a day in the life of a gay whitey who knows his status.
*** White Wear ***
I left my micro-pod apartment dressed in the mandated style for men of European descent, known as `white-wear'. The centerpiece was my mate-white chastity cage, keeping my dick safely in a subtle 2 inch tube, tugged to my balls.
It fit flawlessly, printed from sophisticated material that let my dick breathe without letting it move, following the contours of my dick down to the veins. Women could see it was impossible for me to rape them.
Since showing off the chastity cage required a lack of pants, but flashing your asshole was obviously rude, white-wear included a wide base butt plug.
Mine showed the red-blue emblem that was at the center of the Korean flag. Any time I so much as leaned on a counter people could see I was a proud citizen.
The other items on my body were white sneakers and a transparent fanny pack with a white strap – short, so it wouldn't accidentally obscure the cage.
With my destination in mind I had also put on subtle, white knee pads.
To be honest with you, the white color was optional. I could have expressed myself a bit more. But standard starter white-wear was traditionally white and having so little coverage doesn't exactly raise you to be fashion conscious.
The only other things on me were an industrial piercing in the right ear, a large hoop in the left lobe and white nipple studs. Piercings were perfectly compatible with white-wear policy.
My straight, light brown undercut was styled into a short faux-hawk. I was smooth everywhere below the eyebrows. These days virtually everyone had their body hair taken care off with a trivially cheap laser procedure.
I hopped into the elevator, joining a hot blond guy in regular white-wear, with a simple bowl cut. Lean muscled but not big. His thick neck gave him a more jockish appearance.
He was with a Korean chick his age in a floral dress but they didn't stand together like a couple would, so I had no qualms checking him out.
Giving a mental command to my LenZ – the nearly invisible microcomputer in my eyeballs – I tag-checked him.
When Asian countries had generously taken in hordes of westerners after the calamitous 2045 event, they had demanded a few sensible concessions from euro-men to make Asian women feel safe among so many immigrants.
One concession was white-wear, another was what went into our public information record, PIR, anyone could check via their LenZ.
This hot blond jock's PIR gave him a threat probability of 28%, which was pretty low.
I got to know he was 23 year old `Sagan/Byung-Joon Thorson', 61kg (134lbs) at 11% bodyfat, working as an engineer, here to inspect the air vents.
The PIR of white men was connected to all their online activity – mandatorily public – and listed "recent threat relevant posts, likes and interactions" for easy assessment. He had watched f/f porn on the way here and posted a pic of his uncaged hard-on inside a pussy last week. A shame.
He'd get notified that I had tag-checked him. Anytime he cared he could tag me back and see my PIR but he didn't.
Then I go a notification that someone had tag-checked me without giving me a PIR-link back, so it had to have been the chick's LenZ. White men did not get to check gals without an invite. Fine by me.
Whether she thought I was hot or dangerous she'd get to know me.
My PIR's main tab said:
-Knox/Yong-Ho Callahan, Citizen ID kJffi-2055-09-12
-Threat probability: 19% [view criminal record]
-Stats: 24yrs, 173cm (5'8), 56kg (123lbs), 9% bodyfat, 2nd gen European immigrant, vaccination up to date [view body mods and cosmetic procedures]
-Relationships: Single, 2 previous registered relationships (6 months, 14 months), 2 parents, no siblings, 4 close friends [view sexual preference assessment]
-Qualifications: internal auditor, finance degree, 37% percentile wealth, speaks Kor-5/Eng-5/Chi-3/Jpn-2 [view CV]
-Address: 112 Aurora Avenue, Pod 2K, living alone, no pending landlord complaints, works at Eco-office Tower 3 [view map]
My randomly selected `threat relevant posts' were recent thrill:seeker entries. I had shown off my hole on all fours last week, liked a nipple torture post yesterday and written about being too horny to control myself this morning.
Most of my thrill:seeker posts were about wanting Korean dick and pics of my face and ass getting used but you'd have to click through to my profile to see that.
I was allowed to customize the info somewhat. For example, nothing so far definitely told her I was a homo, so I had my `assessment' tab always open.
My Sexual Preference Assessment was: male partners 100%, anal (receiving) 100%, submissive 99%, promiscuous 75%, exhibitionist 65%, masochist 40%
This made women feel save and let gay guys know if they should message me. Of course, most women didn't feel the need to look past my low threat probability.
The chick didn't interact with me and we continued to ride in silence.
You may wonder if white men are permanently locked and how we cope with that. Well, the cage requires governmental approval to get unsealed but it's possible.
Once a month you are allowed to check in on gov:cage in front of a camera to confirm you are alone and an algorithm will unseal you, making your tube fall into thirds. You get to do anything I want by yourself as long as you stay in view. After an hour you need to let the algorithm reseal you or you'll be in a world of trouble.
Unfortunately this counts against you and using this option too many months in a row could even raise your threat rating for impulse control issues.
What if you want to fuck? Easy, just register as dating with your partner and whenever you let gov:cage confirm you're in the same place it will unseal you for an hour at a time. Just remember to check in with a camera to confirm resealing.
This may seem like an easy system to abuse – just register as dating with some rando for the day and bam. To counteract this, registered dating is almost "marriage light" with stipulations including regular check-ins and questionnaires. If you don't live together, good luck. One night stands are not an option for white-wearers.
Naturally, any locked man willing to get assfucked had a much easier time, which naturally included most gays. I've had more than the two relationships registered in my PIR, but they were – how shall I say – double-headed dildo based.
The goal, of course, was to have an Asian boyfriend who could fuck me with his actual dick whenever. Or, more likely, serve as a maid/slave for a couple of Asian boyfriends. The more superior men with free dicks in the household, the better.
I left the elevator, nodded goodbye to the hottie and the chick and walked ahead of them out of the building.
It was a warm, sunny, late fall day in this district of Seoul built soon after the 2045 Event, full of vertical greenery and bright, building-sized LED advertisements.
The nice weather wasn't unusual thanks to the climate guidance systems in orbit, keeping the temperature optimal year round.
I liked showing off my twink body – not that had a choice – and to admire other guys. In the warm weather, 27°C/80°F according to my LenZ, even Korean men didn't wrap themselves in much fabric.
While not as revealing as white-wear, Korean casual man's fashion was little more than shorts and stringer tops. Shirtlessness wasn't rare. Even men with nothing but swimming trunks and sneakers could be seen – a good reason to step out of my pod daily.
After a lifetime in Seoul I should have gotten used to the display of hunky Asian arms, thighs, calves and chests but the sight of scantly clad superior men still made my useless dick twitch.
Can you believe they were all unsealed, ready to fuck at any moment? Every toned Asian strolling by gave me an urge to drop onto my padded knees and beg for a facefuck.
Maybe the conservatives were right and everyone being sexy as fuck wasn't a good thing. Personally I liked to think that even without the data from my med-chip and the optimized intake program I could have held my 9% body fat, but who knows?
At least invasive cosmetic surgeries were on an all-time low. The ubiquitous nanobio-clinics could work tiny miracles and for most people that was enough. And they were strictly regulated, too. No man with an 8 inch schlong was going to find a nanobio-doctor willing to grow it further or get his pecs more popping than training could have achieved.
Personally I had only gotten my ass made juicier, my abs symmetrical, and some general face prettification.
I walked past a gorgeous Asian hunk with an openly adoring white chick by his side.
The next Korean hottie was walking alone, in a black stringer top and green, very short shorts. I tag-checked him.
While Asian men had no mandatory PIR content, most had some. This hunk had his relationship status listed, was currently dating a gal and didn't even bother to tag me back.
I'd take two minutes to the hyper-lev metro station and my LenZ told me the next train was going in four, so I could take my time.
At a traffic light, I stood behind a group of students, six girls, eight boys. They could have been high schoolers or uni freshmen but of the two white boys among them one was obviously no older than 16.
I could tell because he was in `proto-white-wear'. It was distinct even from behind, owing to the white thong that covered his removable practice-cage.
From experience I knew that no teen was staying chaste for more than three days at a time – if that. Back in my days, just feeling the ultra-light practice cage on my junk drove my urge to jerk off through the roof. Longest I'd made at 15 was a week and I'd been ready to rapefuck literally anything. I supposed that just shows why the cages were necessary.
The other euro-boy in the gaggle had a superhero themed butt plug in. He looked cute from behind so I tag-checked him.
His PIR gave me:
Derry/Jang-Li Holden, Citizen ID hEOaak-2063-01-21
Threat Probability 32%.
His stats were 180cm/5'11 and 60kg/132lbs. Surprisingly he was still 16, and in a one month old relationship.
A boy this young couldn't have a thrill:seeker profile yet but I checked his public:viewer. His most liked post was him making out with his white boyfriend on a bridge at sunset. Gay – and romantic - but taken.
I was ready to move on when he turned around, showing me his cute face, and tag-checked me back. As he turned I got to see his practice cage.
Lucky boy could still fuck and jerk off all he wanted for a three more months. Of course, removing the cage too often would be a threat probability raising self-control issue.
Knowing the whole group was just 16 year olds, I wasn't going to tag-check any of the Korean guys who were having an animated debate.
"Man, that movie sucked a white toe," an Asian boy said. "I can't believe I wasted money in that shit."
"Seriously," an Asian girl said. "The director can get ass plugged. I'd suck a cage before I watch that disaster again."
The boy in proto-white-wear nodded. "Weak as fuck ending. Total whitey cumshot."
The only white girl in the group shrugged. "Oh come on, you all liked the first half. If only started draining euro-balls with that whitey cumshot of a fight scene in the middle."
I tuned out their typical teen ramblings by putting in earbuds, listening to the track list of my favorite k-hop artists.
Once in the metro station I got tag-checked without a reply PIR by a few women I got near, as usual.
At 19% threat rating I was basically a saint, but that wasn't so hard to achieve as a gay adult. If my dick twitched near a gal who decided to report that for harassment I could point the algorithm at my sexual preference assessment. Straight men were kinda screwed.
The people who weren't satisfied with a quick look at my threat rating only had to eye-scroll to my Suspicious Activities.
This information wasn't available to the PIR user himself, only the people looking at him, but of course I could just ask a friend to check, so I knew what mine said.
Suspicious Activities of Knox Callahan:
-Regularly intoxicated and drug using (last intake: one 16oz beer can, 2nd hand marihuana smoke exposure, 14 days ago)
-Performs prostitution (butt-plug-less selfie exchanged for pay, two months ago)
-Often makes unusual, rape-relevant purchases while single (anal lubricant, bondage rope, 20cm dildo, double headed dildo)
-Has sexual impulse control issues rated significant (61 legal unsealings of possible 98, last unsealed 70 days ago)
-Uses pro-rape language extremely commonly at strangers (chat excerpts: "wanted to bang you the moment I saw you" "I don't feel, I don't think, I just fuck" "would love to touch that body when you least expect")
-Violates white-wear guidelines (custom butt plug)
-Regularly seeks out high risk sexual activities (Deep Heat Bathhouse, Downstairs Gay Club 194, The Fist-o-drome Dancefoor)
-Participates in chat groups with nonconsensual content (White Fist-Whores of Seoul, Euro-boys Looking for Superior Master, Happy White Puppy)
-Participates in organizations with high threat members (class of 2074 graduates, male tennis club Seoul, crossfit gang)
By the way, the additional info in brackets had to be requested for each individual entry and gov:register usually took a minute to respond.
It kind of sucked that I was a prostitute' for as long as the algorithm considered it relevant when I had only sent a buddy a random over the shoulder' selfie just after he had paid me back 7 credits for the drink I had bought him.
But stupid me had slept in and failed to appeal within the day.
Tagging the hottest Asians in the station, I looked at their PIRs and public:viewers for hints, hoping the ones who tagged me back would see my sexual presences and want to fuck.
One cute twinky 20 year old Japanese exchange student had his currently playing song visible. I knew that track, it was popular in the gay scene.
I tuned into his public playlist – he'd get notified – and sent him a message in my mediocre Japanese from my public:viewer account to his.
Tiny.Nox @ Hachiro.Zero: Hey, good taste.
Tiny.Nox: Love that drop coming up right now. Makes me wanna dance right here.
Tiny.Nox: Where did you first hear that song?
I got tagged back and waited.
Hachiro.Zero: Not a fag, but thanks. Bye.
Tiny.Nox: No problem. Have a nice day, sir.
The train soundlessly glided into place.
The moment I sat down in the metro train I brought up my plug control on the LenZ and set it to gently vibrate in tune with the music.
It wasn't a standard feature but I had splurged on a non-standard plug and never regretted it. It was a common purchase, even among straights.
Sadly, even certified third party plugs were listed as `suspicious', but it was any Korean's right to know who followed their laws closely and who bent the rules.
As casually as possible I brushed my nipple studs, looking at the ground where smooth Korean men's feet and calves, ranging from pale to deep ochre, were begging to be worshipped.
You may think I enjoyed the vibrations traveling into my dick cage, but you'd be mistaken. All cages had sophisticated tremor-dampeners, counter-vibrating to ensure penile stimulation was impossible.
It made sense. Could you imagine if men ran around able to jerk off the cage? With the locked dick constantly uncovered, public masturbation would be inevitable.
As usual on the train, women had no issue sitting next to me.
What I hadn't mentioned until now is that even if they skipped over my low threat probability and didn't check the reasons for my `suspicions activities' they could see my very much gay habits with a single scroll.
No, the PIR wasn't showing off my sexual history, what a crazy violation of my partner's privacy would that be, come on now.
Instead the tab was called Pornography Consumption by Knox Callahan:
-Recently viewed: Chinese teen muscle worship (video), teen twink takes his first fist (video), Falling too Deep – white OC (mature rated story on Kpop_fanfic:archive), Filipino Hunk selfies (image gallery) [see more]
-Recently purchased: Teen Euro-boy gets Gangbanged Extreme (video), J-Pop Idol Dating Simulator 7 (VR game) [see more]
-Main porn categories: Asian muscle (gay)' white pain sluts (gay)' fisting (gay)' hunks on twinks (gay)'
-Monthly paid adult content services: ChinaHunk VR Premium' (25 credits), Whitey Gets Raped Premium' (5 credits), `Japanese Bodybuilder Worship Gold Account' (12 credits)
Reading the titles wasn't necessary. The thumbnails told the whole story.
Beneath that were graphs on my porn consumption, giving away last month's average as 52min/day, with a yearly average of 46min/day.
It broke down my habits as 25% VR, 30% video, 20% images, 20% text, and 5% manga, with peak consumption time around 21:00. The most recent examples of each category were available at a click. It also listed that I had spent 220 credits on tipping cam models this year.
Finding a gay euro-guy with similar taste was a goldmine for porn recommendations. I was always happy to get compliments in what was in my `consumption' tab.
I'd been told straight euro-guys used each other for recommendations in the same way, so checking the `now watching' tracker on random PIRs in a crowd sometimes showed ten random guys who had never spoken to each other all watching the same porn on their LenZ.
While minding my business and ass-plug-listening to music I got tag-checks from a group of three young Asian guys across from my seat who elbowed each other and chuckled. Some men just found gay PIRs funny and I was happy to amuse.
I tag-checked them all back to make sure they were straight and I wasn't missing out on an opportunity. They were tourists from Canada.
They had no white-wear policy over there but many opined that the introduction could better a society plagued by ethnic strife. It sure worked across Eurasia.
Their attention made my dick twitch again. I turned off the plug vibrations to keep from arousing suspicion by, well, arousing myself. Even caged, a bouncing package wasn't inconspicuous.
To my surprise, I got a message from Derry, the teen I had checked out at the traffic light.
Daring.Derry @ Tiny.Nox: Hey Knox. How about I fuck you and then we go out and share a calzone?
Daring.Derry has requested a compatibility check
I okayed the compatibility check and pulled my phone from my fanny pack. Call me old fashioned but I preferred typing to mental-command-spelling for longer convos.
The PIR system could also be used in junction with dating services. Many people activated optional trackers for stuff like their most recently read books, workout routine or even their family planning expectations.
For example my PIR tracked my most common drink orders: Peach Iced Tea, Sake, Ginza Mary Cocktail, just in case, you know, some Korean man at a bar wanted to surprise me with a free drink. It wasn't unheard of.
It also tracked my most common food orders: japchae, bibimbab, calzone...
This was how Derry had known we both enjoyed pizza folded.
Seeing a commonality with a gay Asian hunk or a really cute white was always a nice moment but in my humble opinion, many straight white-wearers with high threat ratings tried to distract from their relevant tabs by unlocking nearly every possible information tracker.
I remembered Derry's 32% threat. A quick scroll through his PIR showed just a teen boy being a teen boy.
Not like I was a threat zero either, considering my `wild youth'.
Anyone checking me out could expand the threat probability into a list of crimes and I hadn't always shown this society the respect it deserved for taking us whites in.
The Criminal Record of Knox Callahan:
0 Felonies
13 Misdemeanors:
-Public exposure (white-wear violation, lack of butt plug in public, age 23)
-Public indecency (white-wear violation, cage covered for extended period in public, age 21)
-Rape threat (yelled "suck it" at security guard at concert, age 18)
-Vandalism and property damage (urination on back wall of closed shop, paid 50 credits to owner, age 17)
-Resisting Authority x2 (staying out past parental curfew, age 17)
-Petty theft (items worth 19 credits, age 16)
-Rape threat (told supervisor to "suck a cage" while quitting student job, age 16)
-Public underage drinking (in group with intoxicated minors, not himself intoxicated, age 16)
-Sexual harassment (lewd gesture at female teacher, age 15)
-Disorderly conduct (noise in park with four others, age 14)
-Public exposure x2 (white-wear violation, lack of butt plug in public while nude, age 14)
Again, the additional info in brackets took minutes to be called from gov:register for each entry if requested.
I could well remember the wakeup call as my rating broke 30% when I was 17. I wasn't going to judge Derry for having basically the same issues. He'd learn discipline when the cage became permanent.
The compatibility test was done. We could both see our matches: 35% personality, 20% lifestyle, 78% ethics, 56% sex.
I really only cared about the sex part, so I expanded it to the matching kinks. We had a good selection.
Tiny.Nox: Hi, Derry. I'm pleasantly surprised you're interested. Check out my pics on thrill:seeker (@KX_adrenaline) if you like. I have nipple clamps and a ball chute to be used on me. How about it?
Daring.Derry: Perfect. You know how it is as a teen. Just trying to fuck as much as possible.
Tiny.Nox: Totally. At your age I was jerking it every second the cage was off.
Daring.Derry: I'm getting kinda addicted to sex just before the permanent seal, haha. My brother is twenty and he says it only takes a few months until you're peak horny and ready to sit on a fist, but he's straight so he's never actually tried.
Tiny.Nox: His loss. I fully recommend fisting when the horniness gets too much.
Daring.Derry: I have fist-topped my boyfriend before. How about tonight?
Tiny.Nox: I already have a sex thing lined up. Sorry.
Daring.Derry: No problem. I'm on my way to a sex thing, too, actually. Let's just schedule. Unless you want to join me and four others for a cover-party, ages 16 to 30.
Cover parties weren't my thing. You just did normal stuff in public but covered your cage as much as possible. An app would warn you if you kept it covered for 9 minutes. Whoever dared to get closest to the crime of 10 minute coverage won. Then you did it all over again.
Some men found this incredible exciting. Derry would probably make a thrill:seeker profile the second he turned 17. The place had a whole cover party section.
Going by the teen's criminal record he had "won" the challenge a few times already. That explained his many white-wear violations.
Tiny.Nox: Covering isn't my thing but yeah let's schedule a fuck and a pizza date.
Tiny.Nox has sent a schedule request for dual-event "Knox and Derry fuck and eat" - sex at Pod 2K, 112 Aurora Avenue, eating out pizza (restaurant pending).
Our calendar algorithms were going to find a date that worked for both of us and reserve a spot at a nearby diner, using our previous sexual history to estimate that we would have sex for 45 minutes. Decent.
Daring.Derry: Hey I can see you got a ChinaHunk VR Premium subscription. Is it any good? Their free stuff kinda started sucking cage.
Tiny.Nox: Yeah, it was my favorite site but now it's like licking euro-balls. I'm staying on the site pretty much just for Massive_Yung. If you get a Cumnection-dildo and set it to his dick he can make you feel like you're getting fucked for real like no other VR model. He's great at giving orders, too, but that depends on your kinks.
Daring.Derry: Thanks, I'll check him out. I'm not much of a VR guy but I'm saving up for a Cumnection-dildo. I mainly like to see Asian on Asian action. The Korean boys at school make fun of me, naturally, but that kinda turns me on.
Tiny.Nox: Sounds great.
Daring.Derry: Yeah, they put all the euro-boy's porn consumption on the class-screen as a prank once. I had nothing but A-on-A videos. First I thought that's a whitey cumshot moment, serious low point, but then I realized I am who I am.
Tiny.Nox: Not cool of them, but glad it worked out. We can watch some ChinaHunk VR from the premium section when we bang.
Daring.Derry: Fuck yeah.
We texted our goodbyes, now scheduled for next Friday.
I had to switch trains so I got up and turned my plug off.
On the way out I tag-checked a super-hot guy, listed as visiting from Osaka in his PIR, who didn't reciprocate. Such was the life of white fag. At least I had a much easier time finding fucks than straight whites did.
Speaking of which, five white-wearers formed a lose cluster near the escalator I was approaching. I ran tag-checks on them, seeing they were all watching the same porn. Two of the guys even caressed their nipples, as inconspicuously as was possible in foot traffic.
The "currently watching" tracker was mandatory for euro-guys when viewing anything that went into their `consumption' tab.
The thumbnail showed a southeast Asian chick getting railed by a large white cock. It was the latest clip from `Whitey on Top'. Hardly a straight euro-guy who wasn't subscribed to that page.
Just as a tiny prank, I went to Whitey Gets Raped' and played the first clip on the site so they'd see it in my currently watching' if they tagged me back, which they did.
Maybe they'd enjoy the image of a tied up European twink getting his mouth double fucked as his ass got fist punched.
I got a notification from the central platform for all things love.
date:finder alert: You have a match with Kim Dong-Won.
His pics on date:finder were hot – tall, slightly muscled with perfect proportions, shaved head. Before I could react, he texted me on public:viewer, having gotten my username through the PIR's mandatory exposure.
Dongwon.is.a.hoot @ Tiny.Nox: This is a mass text to a dozen fags. I'm in Seoul next week. If you can take an arm to the elbow and like bondage, forced deep throating, flogging and a few little surprises and can come to my hotel room on Tuesday 16:00, text me `yes sir'. First two fags to message get the gig.
Tiny.Nox: Yes, Sir.
Dongwon.is.a.hoot has sent a schedule request for "Fag Service" (location pending)
I casually flicked my pierced nipples with anticipation.
Tiny.Nox: Thank you very much, sir. This fag appreciates the chance to be a superior man's pleasure toy.
Dongwon.is.a.hoot: Did you actually read what I ask for you stupid dog? Most of you ugly euro-bitches show up fucking clueless.
My cage twitched at the insults.
Tiny.Nox: Sir, I promise I'm able and eager to fulfil your requests. You can easily find similar activates I've done on my thrill:seeker, sir. They're all tagged properly.
Dongwon.is.a.hoot: I hope so. If this turs into a whitey cumshot I'll make you regret it.
Tiny.Nox: Of course, sir. Thank you for being so patent with this inferior dog.
Dongwon.is.a.hoot: Don't message me again until we're meeting.
Today was full of successes. I bragged about my recently scheduled fucks on thrill:seeker even though I hated when posters did that.
On the upper platform I kept watch for any hot Asians who might want a locked twink serving them.
A family stood out to me. They were white and obviously tourists. Mother and daughter were in casual attire but the gray haired, scruffy dad with thick arms wore a white thong that doubtlessly covered his temporary cage.
Part of me imagined that he'd somehow lose it and start rabidly fucking, like in the many "oops, my cage fell of and I'm uncontrollable" stories online.
They had a dark haired, muscled, v-shaped, teen boy who seemed to be their son but he wasn't in the white thong tourists had. He was ass plugged like a white-wearer, even though his cage was temporary, marked with red rings for save identification.
The teen kept cupping his balls, keeping himself from covering the cage but clearly not used to having his protected package on display.
I tag-checked him, revealing him as 19 year old Canadian tourist, part time rapper and fishing enthusiast Jason Oberth. Tourists had no threat rating.
Jason's public:viewer was in his PIR - optional for visiting whites. With minutes to go before I had to board, I messaged him.
Tiny.Nox: Hey, Jason. You bored?
His eyes found me along the platform. He nodded lightly without his family taking note.
O.J.inna.house: Kinda, haha.
Tiny.Nox: If you don't mind me asking, why did you go for full white-wear unlike your dad?
O.J.inna.house: Just trying to get used to it already. I'll come back to study in Asian next year. It's either here, Singapore or Shanghai. Either way I'm getting sealed until I have my degree.
It had gotten harder to get into universities in Africa so even more Europeans flocked here. If you wanted to make it big you pretty much had to study in Asia.
Tiny.Nox: Ever been in white-wear before?
O.J.inna.house: Nah. It's fucking weird. I put my shorts back on anytime I'm alone.
Tiny.Nox: Pro tip, don't bother. It only makes you feel more naked. I haven't covered up since I was 18.
O.J.inna.house: I know. Everyone keeps telling me that but it's hard. I'm almost thankful for the plug giving me some rear coverage though I hate the feeling.
He'd be even more thankful when he was out of his mind horny and riding with despair to milk his prostate.
Tiny.Nox: Are you getting used to the ensemble?
O.J.inna.house: Hardly. I try to leave on the cage at the hotel but I have yet to make it through a whole night locked. And don't get me started on the plug. I'm using the thong half the day. Being naked is getting really fun though, gotta say. Especially around chicks but it makes me shy at the same time, you get me?
Tiny.Nox: I know someone who collects personal stories from adult immigrants who get into white-wear for the first time. The supply dried up after university, so can I link you to him?
O.J.inna.house: Sure, anything to distract me from the next tourist trap, hehe. My girlfriend is asleep in another time zone. She's coming to study with me next year.
I sent my friend's username and shot that friend a message. Then returned to Jason Oberth.
Tiny.Nox: Things will be different for you two.
O.J.inna.house: Sure, but we're going to register and she's already taken an interest in pegging, hehe.
No relationship like that ever survived university. Either she'd fall for a confident Korean hunk or get swarmed with white-wearers begging to serve her every need in exchange for getting to eat her pussy. In any case, Jason was going to learn his place.
Tiny.Nox: Cool. If there's any overseas gay guys in your class, don't hesitate to point them my way.
O.J.inna.house: I'll keep that in mine. Well, trains here. Was nice chatting.
My train was still 30 seconds out but the teen was chatting with his sister who kept throwing glances at the superior eastern men all around.
Once I entered my next train I grabbed the nearest handhold strap and stared blankly out the closing door. Three fit men in white-wear came to stand next to me – straight euro-guys from before, done watching their porn.
Two blond twinks with standard white plugs to my left. A shapely middle aged dude with broad shoulders, thick nipple rings and a bright blue plug to my right. They were not looking at me or each other, pretending they hadn't just shared a porn moment.
Standing amidst other guys in cages, sneakers and little else, in a train cart full of Koreans, felt a tiny bit exciting. I imagined myself in a lineup of slaves getting picked as pain sluts for Massive_Yung from ChinaHunk VR.
I got tagged by a couple of women, nothing special, but the moment the metro got into motion a guy tag-checked and messaged me.
Dark.Moon @ Tiny.Nox: Up for Gamefun, whitey? If you want to play, do not turn around. Just tell me how long.
The athletic older white guy to my right whipped around with an angry expression. The duo to my left exchanged a glance. They must all have gotten the same message. Only I kept looking straight ahead.
The train moved into a tunnel. Past my reflection I could see a handsome, gray haired Korean in khaki shorts and a button up.
I tagged the PIR back, which gave me very little information.
"Kim Moon-Hee", 47, was a married business man. If he was married to a guy or a gal, I couldn't know. Not that I cared.
I couldn't help but smirk as I wrote my text with mental commands in the LenZ.
Tiny.Nox: I'm up for some easy Gamefun, Master Kim, sir. I've got four stations to go. Nothing that would get me in trouble, please.
Gamefun-notification: You are being recorded and streamed via Dark.Moon's LenZ. Additional coverage from 9 nearby public cameras is being used.
I hit okay.
Gamefun-notification: Dark.Moon, JJ.highlife, Tall.As.The.Sky and The.Easy.Byeol have joined the stream as hosts (6 empty host slots). This stream's escrow fund is targeting Tiny.Nox.
Dark.Moon: Arch. Show us the goods. (1CR)
Putting one single credit into escrow was kind of insulting but they were testing the waters. And frankly I wasn't in it for the money. I was a cheap slut for thrills.
I acted as if I was stretching my chest and used the movement to put my ass out. Practically hanging off the handhold strap, I arched my back as much as I could to show off the Korean flag emblem on my plug's base.
JJ.highlife: Oh, a faggot. Listening to gay club music all day, huh? Man, look at those thrill:seeker pics. He even fucks himself with other guys on a double-dildo ass to ass.
The.Easy.Byeol: Hahahahaha. Jackpot. Spread your legs, Knox Yong-Ho Callahan. (1CR)
I stopped arching and instead acted as if scratching my inner thighs. I took a tiny step back and spread my legs 2ft/60cm apart, then reached for the handhold again.
Dark.Moon: Hey now, who said you get to hide your plug. Keep arching.
JJ.highlife: Wait, is that a non-standard plug? Can it do tricks, faggot?
In my wide stance, I continued to hang onto the handhold strap and faux-stretched to push my ass out. In the reflection of the door, I looked fucking perverse.
My last Gamefun had been way too long ago.
Tiny.Nox: Yes, sir, that's a special plug. Here you go.
Tiny.Nox has made Plug Control available to the stream.
Within a second, my plug started to vibrate. One of the men was turning it on and off at random, picking strengths from 1 to 5 on a scale of 10.
Dark.Moon: You call that an arch? The plug is still pointing down. Bend over.
I pointed my knees outward, the white knee pads making the process even more obvious, and squatted as much as it was able with my fingers still on the handhold above.
By now it was pretty obvious that I was doing Gamefun. The white-wearers next to me were highly amused and I had to force myself to keep looking ahead instead of meeting their eyes.
They had already tag-checked me back at the escalator and seen my porn choice. They knew what I was.
JJ.highlife: Step away from the door, keep the position. (5CR)
I dropped my arms and stepped into the center between the doors on either side, back still toward Dark.Moon, then resumed my humiliating position, ass out.
This time I had my hands on my thighs. If not for the arched back it would have looked like I was exhausted after a run.
Dark.Moon: Finger our nipples (5CR)
For five bucks? If he hadn't offered any money I'd have been more inclined but I felt a bit too insulted.
We drew into a station.
JJ.highlife: Hold position. Start nipple play when I give the plug signal.
As we entered the station, I gave the three euro-guys' PIRs another glance.
The well-built one to the right was a chemist, threat rating 42%. The blonds were cousins, in their twenties. A drone programmer with threat rating of 39% and a transportation consultant, Perrin, with 71%.
That was a lot. Perrin's threat history showed a jump from 58 last hour. He had gotten an assault charge that he was already appealing. Apparently a woman had cut him off at the register and he had bumped his cage into her. A judge had to decide if it had been on purpose.
Sucked for him, having to pay a serious premium to ride a train north of 70%. It also meant that as soon as anyone checked his PIR they'd get a warning about his "current arousal status" as read by his med-chip.
Perrin's arousal warning said "very high, falling" which was expected after a round of porn.
The doors opened.
I stayed squatting with my back arched in the middle of the cart as people around me left and new ones entered. The three straight white-wearers stayed where they were.
Anyone walking into view of Dark.Moon would be informed that they were on a private stream and would be automatically blurred unless they opted in.
Of the three women and four Asian men who entered the cart, every single one tag-checked me. They had to know a Gamefun stream when they saw one.
The doors closed and my plug went up to strength 10. I jerked and barely suppressed a yelp.
My shaking fingers went up to my nipples.
The erotic pleasure was undeniable, as was the fact a dozen people were paying attention to me, tag-checking to see who I was.
I got a few more recording requests but denied them. I'd only show up as a blur in the videos they'd send to their friends. One brave soul even requested to join the stream as host but was denied.
Dark.Moon: Moan (5CR)
Tiny.Nox: Sorry sir, not for five fucking bucks. I'm close to being in trouble already.
Dark.Moon: Moan (6CR)
JJ.highlife: You know you want to. We'll even give you the clip to put on your thrill:seeker.
I paused, fingers still on my nipples. My heart was racing like mad. Gamefun sessions were uncommon. When would I ever work up the courage if not now?
The dildo turned off, then on again. We were back to irregular intervals, now at strengths 5-10.
I let out a few whiny moans, barely audible. If it wasn't for my compromising position I'd have seemed like I was holding in a cry.
Only the white-wearers were close enough to hear. The two blonds glanced at me with disgust. They probably thought I was making Europeans look bad but, hey, check my threat rating before you speak, mister holier-than-fags.
Dark.Moon: Louder (3CR)
With my nipple fingering and my exposed plug wrecking my prostate it was easier than I had ever imagined to moan in public. I was too horny to think about consequences. I wanted everyone to know I was a slut.
The.Easy.Byeol: Do one really loud moan. Just has to be a single one but loud enough for the whole train cart. (1CR)
Staring straight ahead at the asses of the three whites by the door I took a few tries, getting a tiny bit louder each time – then went full volume.
The embarrassment ran hot across my face. I snapped into an unassuming standing position, aware of the eyes on me.
At the second station on my way I let people pass me. The trio of whites also left. Two of them looked back at me with grins but Perrin looked mad. I glanced at his public:viewer where he complained about the denial, holding back from stating anything obviously threatening.
I felt no pity for him getting stuck with his 71% after he and his brother had given me such nasty looks. As he left, his arousal level was "significant, steady" for all the world to see on the PIR.
A woman, three Asian men and two whites entered. Out of habit I tag-checked the hottest ones, getting no tag-backs.
The moment the door closed, my plug got stuck on strength 10.
Dark.Moon: Spread your legs shoulder wide, keep them straight. If you can touch the ground with your hands: (20CR)
A pretty classic Gamefun task. When I did stretches I often imagined myself being ordered to do just this pose in public. I wasn't quite a flexible as I'd have liked though and that the metro was silently winding through curves didn't help.
I did reach the floor with my fingertips but it was a precarious position.
JJ.highlife: Spread your legs as much as you need to lay your palms on the ground. If you stay with your weight on your legs: (20CR)
I had to spread a lot. I wasn't prepared to do exercise so my body was too stiff. My knees weren't fully extended but I got no complaints.
If I pulled my head in I could see Mister Kim's legs between mine. They weren't anything special but right now I was horny enough to sign myself into slavery for a chance to lick those smooth Korean calves.
Dark.Moon: A real patriot. Never seen the flag displayed so proud on any hole.
The.Easy.Byeol: Hold this position at the station (10CR)
That didn't sound so hard. People would just see a little subway yoga. No biggie.
I bent my knees for a more comfortable stance. Then the metro stopped.
Right. The door in this station opened on the other side – the one I was currently pointing at with my "flag".
I didn't dare to look but I got tagged five times and I don't think a single person would have neglected to check up on my threat rating. Five people who'd be notified there was a stream going on and who were smart enough to connect the dots.
Two kids entered, chattering about which characters in their VR-game were great and which sucked mad whitey toe. They had a good chuckle at my sight and checked my threat rating before moving on with their discussion. Kids can't see the porn consumption section, if you were wondering.
The train doors closed and I rose to a stand. With the blood rushing out of my head I felt dizzy with horniness.
Dark.Moon: Let's make the ending count. You get to finish the stream right away if you do a floor grind. Three humps. And make it sexy.
Tiny.Nox: No money for that one?
JJ.highlife: If you want to keep going until the next station we can come up with more.
Dark.Moon: Fine. One credit per floor hump, up to 10. (10CR)
We were a third of the way to my final station. Why not put a cherry on top already?
With all my being I resisted the urge to look left and right. If I had seen the eyes on me I might have lost my courage.
In a fluid motion I flung myself at the ground into a pushup positon, left leg straight, right leg angled, and grinded my hips on the floor. One hump, two humps, three humps. On the fourth, my cage clanked on the ground much louder than I'd have expected and I got scared.
I rose and walked to the door, almost pressing myself into the glass. I was breathing hard and had even begun to sweat in the air-conditioned train.
Dark.Moon: Was fun playing with you, Knox the faggot. You've been great.
Tiny.Nox: Likewise, sir.
The.Easy.Byeol: You can end the stream or... Miss your next stop and keep playing (100CR)
Fuck, that was the first decent money they were offering. But I had better plans.
Tiny.Nox: It's been a blast. Bye.
Gamefun-Notification: Stream ended by Tiny.Nox. Escrowed money for completed tasks must be transferred within a day.
Despite my insane horniness I turned off my plug as soon as I was out of the train. My insides would get sore if I let it continue and I needed my hole in good condition. I took out my earbuds, too.
The neighborhood was almost suburban. I still had to walk ten minutes.
I tag-checked a hugely muscled guy in white-wear as I passed him. His cage was golden and sparkled in the sun. He had a stage-ready body that almost made me wish some Europeans would get to stay unsealed. His glutes were amazing, crowned by a sparkling-gold ass plug.
He was Elson/Sang-Woo Carbonnea, 33, 78kg/171lbs, fitness trainer, 3rd gen immigrant from France. His threat probability was a weird number: 79.5%.
A rating with decimal point meant Elson had paid a truly ridiculous sum to get it lowered from something higher. If you're wondering, you can't buy your way below 59.5%.
I guess in his situation I might have done the same. At a threat of over 90, any woman in your proximity who didn't want you looking at her could take limited control of your LenZ. The default option was to play a random porn clip from your recommendations on one eye to keep her covered up.
With an over 70 rating his PIR gave me a warning. "Current arousal: significant, steady". I couldn't remember the last time I had seen a white-wear carrier with arousal "mild", let alone "none".
He lived in a huge rooftop apartment right nearby and was in the 90% percentile of wealth – fucking loaded.
He had even gotten skeletal gene resequencing to let his frame carry more muscle naturally. Not a cheap procedure either.
His relationship status was single, 4 previous relationships (2 month, 1 year, 1 month, 4 years), 2 children (shared custody).
He was painfully straight, currently watching "White Pussy Exposed for White Cock Vol-12" on his LenZ – a classic `Whitey on Top' series.
Something I found interesting was his first `threat relevant post'. Men who used legal unsealing too many months in a row got a gov:tracker post mandatorily displayed, showing a 3 second loop from an unsealing session.
For anyone who looked at Elson, whether it was fitness clients, friends, family or women he liked, the first thing they saw was his naked, erect self, shooting a load on his abs with a beautifully stupid o-face, three fingers up his ass.
Quite the low point for him. A literal whitey cumshot – that's where the expression came from – but it drove my horniness up a notch.
It had been a while since I'd looked at gov:tacker and helped chose appropriate loops with other volunteers, sifting through o-faces to find the most humiliating one to display.
I checked his thrill:seeker, finding mostly solo-stuff and hardly anything with women, so I followed his feed.
When he was already a minute away I messaged him.
Tiny.Nox @ Big.Bigger.El: Hey, if you need cum relieve we could mutually fist or get milked on my double headed dildo. Easy way to cum without unsealing.
Big.Bigger.El: Suck a cage, asshole.
Tiny.Nox: All right, sir. Have a great day.
No clue why straight guys were so hung up on not liking anal when they obviously did. My apartment complex had an `open door' policy where the opaque pod door turned transparent when the pod was empty. It was easy to tell the Korean inhabitants from the white-wearers but not the straight whites from the gay ones – at least not by the amount of dildos and vibrators on the open shelf.
Still, straight guys wanted to be dick-users and most had `cumpilations' from their unsealing sessions ready to send chicks in lieu of nudes, to prove they could fuck just like their Korean counterparts.
I checked if Elson's cumpilation was on his thrill:seeker. Of course it was – he unsealed every month and used the time to get some good VR shots. I added his cumpilation to my folder.
Even better, of course, were the revenge cumpilations'. Sometimes Korean men sent white-wearers a fuck you' in the form of a clip of the superior Asian man jerking off, cumming or even fucking, just to drive home his ability to fuck anywhere, anytime, on the spot.
Usually revenge cumpilations were sent to white-wearers who flirted with a girl the superior man was interested in but sometimes they just sent them to random whites as a prank – when that happened to me it was the highlight of my year.
Let me tell you, when you're a gay teen boy spending 99% of your time sealed, watching men cum hits harder.
I loved those displays of deserved arrogance and toyed with the idea of sending Elson a few examples from my revenge folder to remind him of his place in a society of his superiors.
While I walked I edited the Gamefun clip down to three minutes on my phone. Should I put it on my thrill:seeker? Well, anyone who looked at my PIR was only a click away from everything else that "KX_adrenaline" had done on camera and some crazy Gamefun wasn't exposing anything my friends, family, colleagues, university professors and tons of strangers didn't already know.
Once a white boy posted a single pic the algorithm considered `threat relevant' there was basically no reason to ever hold back again. It was freeing.
The edited video went up with a link to the full version. I captioned it: "Had a great #Gamefun encounter with three #SuperiorAsian anons in #FullPublic. Look at the chat to see how cheap it was to make me fuck myself over. #WhiteBoySuffers #HappySeoulLife #StaySealed."
I sent the four men from the stream a message, letting them know they could tag themselves in my post if they wanted. Just for the hell of it, I sent a similar message to the three hetero whiteys, including Perrin.
I checked what the most popular thrill:seeker clip in the male section was right now. The infamous, straight white-wearer @horndog_loon had done an #OpenStream where anyone could pay to activate the anal electro-stimulator in his plug as he walked in a crowded mall. The more people dropped a credit at the same time, the higher the stim setting.
Within a minute his thighs had been shaking too hard to walk. He must have underestimated his popularity but made good money.
As I kept walking, I got tagged a few times and tagged some hot Koreans myself. I swerved into a side road, away from the busy shopping street.
A Chinese men I had just passed messaged me in mandarin, which was no issue for me, asking to schedule a fuck at his hotel room when he returned to Seoul next month.
The PIR wasn't telling me much about "Yin Tengfei" but he had his public:viewer linked. He was short, with a huge chest, over-trained compared to his already nicely muscly physique. No risqué pics, sadly.
A compatibility test with Mister Yin got me a 70% sexual match. He liked to whip twinks, piss into white boy's mouths and have his body worshipped.
I agreed to get scheduled with no further comment.
Another message. Wow, I was popular today. Except...
My heart sank. My "yoga" stunt had been reported. I got to see a still image of me pointing my plugged ass at the entering crowd.
Shit. My threat probability was temporarily set to 26% and I got a pending misdemeanor. I appealed with a link to my Gamefun post for context and asked for a human to review it.
The rest was out of my hands.
I checked if any of my friends were currently looking at the group chat – former study buddy Rivo was.
[Fisting Circle of Friendship] 19 members, 2 online:
Tiny.Nox: Hey Rivo, have you seen my latest post yet?
Rivo.Bro: Yes I fucking did. I risked a monthly unseal two hours ago so I was all clear headed from the jerk off and I thought I was going to get some shit done today. Now I've seen your Gamefun and it's like I never fucking cummed.
Tiny.Nox: I know the feeling. Feels like I've not had a clear head for over 5 minutes since I turned 14 but I wouldn't have it any other way. I actually got reported for the ass flashing pose.
Rivo.Bro: Dude, that sucks whitey toe. But I'm sure they'll downgrade it to suspicious activity. It's kinda hot, though.
Tiny.Nox: Yeah, I get why guys get into situations that get them reported for something totally legal just to have the number go up for a day.
Da-Bin came online. He was our only chat member not in white-wear. He was mixed German-Korean and had come out 52% Korean on the relevant genetic trackers, sparing him from white-wear despite a fairly European appearance.
He appreciated his ability to jerk off but he was a muscle bottom with a chastity and humiliation fetish.
Da-Bin's almost white looks but lack of cage made him a sought after commodity. He even had standing offers for well-paid porn.
Dabin.goes.bbyong: Don't do suspicious shit! It might backfire. You can get seriously ass plugged if your appeal doesn't go through.
Tiny.Nox: I wasn't going to. High threat would suck a euro-dick so hard.
Dabin.goes.bbyong: Where were you riding anyway?
Tiny.Nox: Friends of Mister Oh.
Dabin.goes.bbyong: Ah, gotcha. Have fun.
Rivo.Bro: How I envy you.
As you may already suspect, Mister Oh' was just a silly euphemism for orgasm. Parties by the Friends of Mister Oh were a somewhat illegal affair but popular enough that I could be sure to find a party run by Mister Oh' at least once a month.
The way there lead off the road into a ditch and then along a dirt path. I wouldn't have remembered how to find the secret location – obviously it wasn't going to be tagged for the LenZ to guide me.
Luckily I wasn't the first white-wearer to arrive. Almost a dozen men were waiting in line at the storm sewer grate – dolled up as far as white-wear allowed. Some wore all pink, some wore black, some had dog collars. At least a third had piercings on their nipples and other places. Knee pads were ubiquitous.
I was in the majority of classic white ones. A pink dick cage was tempting but frankly I wasn't going to go out of my way to show off my fag-nature all day every day.
The entrance to the storm sewer was guarded by a huge, Korean bouncer. The event was run by the owners of an actual club, making it one of the better organized ones.
The queue was moving one by one. I checked my Gamefun post which already had 168 likes and a few comments.
Six guys in white-wear had tag-checked me as we stood in line. Three more arrived and tag-checked me from behind. I tagged everybody back and sent the thrill:seeker link with the message "This is how I got here."
I also unlocked the optional "recent posts" tab on my PIR so the clip would show up the moment I was tag-checked.
My number of likes went up as the queued guys saw it and chose to share it with friends – hopefully non-white friends who'd take an interest in my ass. Having so few gay Asian buddies kinda sucked whitey toe.
Several of the queued boys and men glanced at me with approving smiles and nods. Others had a more pitiful or annoyed expression.
Those would be the straight guys.
Yes, straights came to Mister Oh's parties. There were straight versions but as they depended on the goodwill of women they were so rare and valuable that even upper class whites could hardly expect to get more than one ticket in a lifetime.
I didn't blame the poor straight fuckers but I'd rather not have to deal with them here.
Upon my turn at the bouncer, I got tag-checked by an unconnected camera so I wouldn't actually go on any record. It only served to confirm my right to enter. Total discretion.
I paid the 150$ entrance fee and hopped in.
With the weather perfectly predictable, turning a storm sewer into a dance club was an obvious choice. The long, straight concrete tunnel, 5 meters/16 feet wide and high, had been broken up by sound proof padding to reduce the echo.
I entered via a padding "airlock" to keep all sound trapped in the underground. The space was lit by battery powered neon tubes taped to the concrete, running through all colors of the rainbow.
I put my ear buds in and tuned to the party's radio, so I'd be synced in the playlist with the other guests but no loud music would alert people in the surrounding area.
The music was just what you'd find in gay dance clubs these days, but I got to pick my own volume.
The etiquette for whites was to turn off tag-checking.
I put my sneakers and fanny pack in a lockbox that I assigned to me with the LenZ function. Here came the nerve wracking but fun part.
I pulled out my plug with a wonderful shiver and locked it in the box with everything else, leaving me fully nude save for the knee pads – plus cage, obviously.
The venue was not an `official indoors' so whether I was committing a crime by exposing my hole was a matter of interpretation. With everything that went on inside, law enforcement wouldn't be inclined to look the other way.
With my hole empty, I felt vulnerable and naked as fuck. But wearing the plug at the party signaled you weren't willing to do anal, which smashed your chances into the ground.
Of course there were always a few super-hot straight jocks who got away with staying plugged, attracting Korean subs who liked to serve whites. But those were of highly limited supply.
At last, I entered the realm of the gods.
The whole partitioned tunnel was lit by ever-shifting rainbow neon, dim and blinding at the same time.
At the entrance was a bar, selling devilishly overpriced drinks. The bartender was a sexy shirtless Asian whose public:viewer I had followed the first time I had seen him tend at a club in hopes of getting his attention. Never had. I wasn't enough of a regular for him to recognize me here.
I got my iced tea bottle for 24.95 credit and waded into the mass of fully nude, desperately horn white-wearers that strolled the center of the tunnel, careful not to step past the reflective white tape that marked our whitey dancefloor.
What always took some getting used to where the cries and whimpers of pleasure coming from the sides.
Along the tunnel walls were Asian guys, perhaps one for every five to ten locked men. Some stood, some sat or laid on cushions. They wore whatever they wanted, which in many cases was nothing at all, or some fetish gear. There were even guys in full suits.
Nearly all Asian gods had their faces covered, using anything from simple eye masks to carnival costume masks to full ski masks. The faces weren't what interested me tonight.
The sight of so many Asian dicks – hard-ons even – catapulted me into a dreamlike state.
Here was hoping I'd be one of the lucky whiteys who got picked for a round of "The Pulse" - palm sized vibrating plates used for genital stimulation like you could find in any sex shop.
This was the illegal secret of Mister Oh: The devices here had special chips that could overwrite tremor-dampeners.
Remember, cages were made to fight any attempt to jerk off as long as you wore them. This illegal technology let men like me experience a good wank without unsealing.
You see why even straights were lining up?
If a white guy had owned such a device he could expect a harsh crack down, but in Korean hands – male or female – law enforcement was willing to let the scenario play out as long as it didn't get too public.
I got tagged a bunch of times right away and had to resist the urge to turn my tagging ability back on. Instead I danced along the white line on the floor as sluttily as I could.
The Asian gods who were willing to test my worthiness would tell me. I had already unlocked by preference tracker on my PIR. Not doing so was against Mister Oh's etiquette.
This is what I had written into Listed Sexual Preferences of Knox Yong-Ho Callahan:
-Physical likes: Asian, big dicks, ages 18-45, over 175cm/5'9, muscular or athletic
-Kinks, strongly: anal, Asian supremacy, white slave, impact play, fisting, minimalist bondage, deep throat, nipple play
-Kinks, weakly: light CBT, shibari, dildo riding, forced exercise, serving as furniture, muscle worship, drooling, piss
-Sex Positions: (thrill:seeker link to KX_adrenaline post "Doing my Fave Positions for Dicks and Fists")
Before you ask, no, chastity did not count as a kink for whites. That was just normal sexuality.
You may look at this list and wonder if I curated it in some way to appeal to the target audience as would make sense.
But in reality there was a second list of preferences and kinks I didn't get to see. It was algorithmically assembled from my behavior, chats, online interactions and such.
This list got matched to mine, resulting in an honesty score. The "revealed preferences list" was not accessible but the matching was supposedly quite generous.
This way men were encouraged to be open about their real preferences but still able to hide things they didn't want to put on there. Also, you couldn't game the system since the score reacted to changes in your list only over the course of months.
Most men in gay clubs had an honesty score around 80%, mine was a proud 87.
The whole thing had a bit of an inverse effect, too, where men put something on their lists, then felt the need to act it out to keep the score honest.
I was slut-dancing along, sipping my expensive iced tea, rubbing skin with my fellow whites.
Some sections of the "club" were labeled and through my LenZ I could see the VR tags.
The first one was "whites 20 and under only". Standing teens crowded the view, vying for the attention of five gods with Pulse devises.
A crazy pretty boy was riding up and down an eight incher, trembling with tears running down his cherub cheeks as the Pulse on his cage raced him to an orgasm.
Two even luckier teens got to suck naked gods while being allowed to use the Pulse by themselves, humping each other's thighs with the device between their crotches.
I moved along. No point wasting time in a section I didn't match.
Next came the "straight anal" section. White hunks danced in ways they thought would appeal to the gay gods before them. Three straight men had been chosen and were face down ass up, getting doggy-style fucked. They were allowed to use the Pulse on themselves, torn between racing to orgasm to end the humiliation versus enjoying the vibration jerk off.
I didn't even need to read the label for the section right across. The many butt plugs gave it away as the "straight no-anal" area. Only the hottest men stood a chance winning a favor here.
Three gods were getting licked, rimmed and sucked by straight, plugged body worshippers, moving the Pulse devices from cotch to crotch, granting only seconds of teased relieve.
Any god along the walls of the general areas between sections was flooded with offers from horny caged guys willing to indulge any kink for relieve.
A message!
Of course the sender was anonymous.
Proxy_28 @ Tiny.Nox: Nice Gamefun, whore.
I texted back with mental commands, carefully looking around as I danced, to see whose attention was on my ass.
Tiny.Nox: Thank you, sir. I had so much fun doing it. I even got a threat rating upgrade for it.
Proxy_28: Good. You western horny fucks all need to be controlled.
I took a sip from my bottle, suddenly feeling even more hot and bothered.
Tiny.Nox: Yeah totally, sir. I always submit to orders from my superiors.
Proxy_28: Want to be my pain slut?
Tiny.Nox: Yes, sir. I want nothing more.
Proxy_28: Behind you. The one waving.
I finally got to see who was going to be my god tonight.
His mask covered the upper half of his face, with large eye holes.
Moderately muscled, about my height, naked except for slippers. He was hard and slowly jerking off. His shaft was still glistening from the last lucky guy who had gotten to worship.
He had clearly reached the upper limit of nanobio-cosmetic enhancements with a gorgeous, thick eight incher. My honesty score was going to like that.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, eyes cast down.
He flicked my pierced nipples, then squeezed and pulled them.
"You like that, slut?" he said with a slightly husky voice.
"I live to serve my Asian superiors, sir."
He grabbed my lower face hard and pulled me into eye contact. His voice was gentle. "The last name's Lee."
"May I please serve you, God Lee?"
He leaned back on his large cushion and brought his legs shoulder wide together.
"Have a ride, Yong-Ho."
Hearing my Korean name made me wax in his hands. I sat on his lap and sank my well prepared asshole down to envelop his eight inches.
He pulled out a short nipple clamp chain and carefully applied it to my nipples. He used it as a handle to pull me up and down his shaft.
When I found a rhythm that satisfied him – and incidentally satisfied me – he pressed his Pulse to my crotch giving me the lowest of three settings.
Having vibration travel through my numb cage was strange enough that it took some getting used to but if the cage hadn't been a perfect 3d-printed fit I would have been aching to swell into any millimeter of space granted to me.
Most gay Friends of Mister Oh I knew cared less for the Pulse and more for the power it gave the gods, for the way it turned already great sex into an expression of our need to heed Asian men's every word just to function.
Yeah, we were kinda fucked up. I don't even want to know what the straight Friends of Mister Oh were telling themselves.
My superior grinned. "I've been looking at your PIR, Yong-Ho. You're a good boy."
I nearly started crying. Man, this party was intense. "Tha-thank you so much, God Lee. I'll work even harder."
"Most of you assholes try to act all shy until you're well into your thirties. You little bitch never gave a white fuck, huh? Whoring out as soon as you got old enough to ride dick."
"Yes, God Lee. I had great friends who put me on the right path."
God Lee grabbed my throat to hold me in place and tore the nipple chain off. I cringed in his grasp with the amazing pain. It hurt too good to think.
"Rub your nipples."
I did as ordered and got a Pulse on the second intensity as reward.
"F-fuck, I'm cumming. Oh fuck, please God Lee, I'm... hgngg."
My superior took the device away and let me cream with a ruined orgasm.
My eyes rolled back into my head and I tried to let out a sexy guttural moan but it became a wimpy screech.
The tube's tip was locked so it overflowed with my three week's worth of cum. White goo exploded into a star of thick strings around my dick base.
The Pulse went back onto my crotch, intensity one.
"More Yong-Ho?"
"Fuck yes, sir, please, God Lee. I know I don't deserve it but can this pathetic euro-boy serve you for just a bit longer?"
The Korean chuckled. I just kept riding, hoping he wouldn't tell me to stop.
"You're so cute," he said, almost disbelieving. "You'd be even better with a belly button stud to match the upstairs."
"I promise I'll get one, God Lee," I said, way too fast. I meant it. I had already considered it anyway, just waiting for the last push. And there it was.
"Nice," my superior said. "I'll make you follow through, though. You'll send me blackmail material I get to release if you don't."
"Yes, sir, I'll let you ruin me, God Lee. I'll... fuck, I'll cum... fffhng..."
The second level of vibration was enough to kick me into the next orgasm. My superior granted me a second of bliss before turning it into a ruined orgasm at the last moment.
Part of me hated this ruined orgasm play and wanted to tell this Korean to get ass plugged. I wanted to fucking climax through my dick, why else would I be here? Just for a milking with extra steps?
But undeniably a part of me craved it. I had a suspicion that if I put "cum denial" on my preference list I could have gotten an honesty score over 90%.
But no way was I going to invite guys to make ruined orgasms even more frequent for me. The whole thing already sucked euro-cock.
"Fuuuck," I said, out of my mind needy and aching. "Please let me serve you, god Lee. I'll do anything for the Pulse."
The nipple clamps went back on, right on the nipple tips. Exquisitely painful.
"Open," God Lee said and spit in my mouth. "Ride faster."
I put my padded knees on the ground for a firm stance and hopped up and down on his divine schlong.
The third setting. It was too much after two failed cumshots. The overstimulation had me shaking as my body flexed involuntarily with shivers of dick-pain.
"Fuck! Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. I'm a dumb, pathetic cum whore for Korean masters."
"Yes, you are, little euro-boy. Just a white hole."
"Thank you for showing me that I'm just a white hole, God Lee."
I needed to cum in a way that put me back to age 17 when I'd been pointlessly begging to get a second monthly unsealing for days.
It almost didn't feel like an orgasm, just a peak of overstim-aching. I huffed my lungs empty and God Lee tore off the nipple chain, again holding me in place by the neck.
Perfect sex.
I wasn't satisfied, still horny, but my body couldn't take it anymore. The master knew it, too.
"All right, whore," God Lee said. He flicked my nipples hard. "Time to go. Was nice using you."
With quivering legs I got up from his crotch. "Thank you for the amazing fuck, God Lee." I knelt down in front of him, eyes down. "I loved every second of it, sir. Please allow this little slut to tag-check you to send blackmail material."
He removed his foot from his slipper and put it on my face, letting me lick his sole. "Yeah, tag me back once you're outside. And don't text me for anything else, ever. Now fuck off, I'm already messaging a prettier slut than you."
I licked from the heel to the toes on last time. "Understood, sir. I'll take my leave from your superior presence, God Lee."
I stumbled along the dance floor where western muscle boys, pain sluts and confident jocks were vying for attention with their moves.
Usually it took me longer to find a willing god and I often served two or more in a row before I cummed. But today had just been too fucking unreal.
Despite my short stay it had been 150 credits well spent, plus 25 for the drink I hadn't even finished. And the 250 to get into Mister Oh's ticket lottery. Better not to think too hard about it.
I made my way to the "airlock", the sounds of moaning and fucking behind me already dampened. I pulled by possessions from the lockbox and used wet wipes I had brought to clean the drying cum off my abs and thighs.
With the knee pads stowed in my fanny pack, I left the party.
I kept one earbud in, continuing the club's radio.
Weird that the sun wasn't fully down yet, but Mister Oh's secret parties couldn't always stick to normal clubbing schedules. I basked in the golden sunlight just like I basked in the fuck's afterglow.
Man, being plugged again felt like a missing piece of me was back.
Outside I walked along the dirt path in the ditch until I was in view of the road. There I waited until two white-wearers had jogged past me toward the makeshift club. The party was still going for another half hour.
I tagged God Lee back and got to see very little information. Not even his name. Unusually secretive. Maybe that was just in case rude euro-fucks tagged him tonight. At least I could now text his real username. I'd check again when I had my task completed.
With my phone pointing at the street, I unlocked my cage at the tap of an embedded fingerprint reader on its base which opened a circle of holes at the tip.
I pissed. My stream went into the bushes by the dirt path and I started filming.
When I was sure the camera had caught the public location, I pointed it down to film me publically urinating a steady hard stream. As cherry on top I pointed it at my grinning face.
Tiny.Nox @ Big.Bad.Lone.Wolf: Hey sir. Here's the promised material.
I put the video into escrow.
The Asian God would be able to see a five second speed clip of the video – once. Then it was all up to me to fulfill my task or suffer. Releasing the clip would guarantee a misdemeanor charge.
Speaking of which, my appeal had gone through. The crime was downgraded to suspicious activity and my threat probability was now stuck at 20%.
I made my way to a restaurant with view of the ditch. Before entering I already called up the menu on my LenZ. I was drawn to fried chicken, then saw the alterations my training and nutrition algorithms were proposing to my schedule and I filtered for "my optimal caloric range" to pick from there instead. Got me every assplugging time.
While my order was processed, I went to the toilets. Yes, I had just pissed but I wanted to use the tube-rinser.
On top of every urinal was a tiny hose, the tube-rinser, that could be clicked onto the base of a cage. It blew sharp streams of water and air through, to shoot out all trapped piss or cum from the holes at the tip.
I paid 0.20 credit for a load of disinfectant from the tube-rinser to be totally freshened up.
As I munched my spring rolls I got casually tag-checked by other patrons but I wasn't in the mood to look for possible faggots. I got a lot of stares, though.
Oh right, my "recent activity". As I called up my PIR I noticed that my Gamefun post had surpassed a thousand likes. It was number 3 in the Gamefun tag. My most successful online endeavor.
I turned the function off and noticed I had also forgotten to undo the Sexual Preferences tracker, telling the whole world I was a piss drinking, big-dick-craving, masochist freak fag.
Oops. I turned it off. I knew there were women who wanted to make the info mandatorily public to feel safer if they suspected an immigrant of freaky desires.
Honestly, it would probably make it easier to find likeminded individuals so more power to those gals.
I stared absentmindedly out the window at the ditch where white-wearers disappeared and others reappeared as sneakily as they could. I wondered if I should tag them and write a message like "You've been reported" just to mess with them for a second. It wasn't like they'd fall for it.
Wait, was that...? Elson Carbonneau, the rich bodybuilder with a golden plug, kept glancing left and right, much less sneaky than most guys visiting Mister Oh. He jumped into the ditch and jogged out of view.
I'd text him tomorrow, just to tease him, and put his PIR in the group chat.
Which reminded me...
Having finished my meal, I messaged the chat.
[Fisting Circle of Friendship] 19 members, 2 online:
Tiny.Nox: Appeal went through. I had a great evening. Now I'm getting blackmailed into a belly button stud.
Rivo.Bro: Nice. Let me see when you've got it. I had a promising offer for a fuck by that super-hot Japanese Dom but he got a surprise shift. Now I'm horny and alone.
Tiny.Nox: Sucks euro-cock, man. Isn't he that gogo dancer? Didn't know they had surprise shift changes.
Rivo.Bro: Yeah, tonight was supposed to be the 3D comp viewing but the comp got postponed.
Some gay clubs broadcast 3D-full-surround bodybuilding competitions so gays could have an orgy while being right on stage with all the hunks who had used skeletal gene resequencing and other tricks to achieve physical perfection.
Tiny.Nox: We should go to one of those again sometimes.
Rivo.Bro: I've rescheduled for next week but, dude, I've been riding my dildo for an hour. I was expecting real Asian meat, so it's kind of a whitey cumshot.
Dabin.goes.bbyong: If your Gamefun "yoga" was judged not a crime you're back at 19%?
Tiny.Nox: Nope. Stuck at 20 for now but who cares about one month of threat-rise restrictions when it's so low? I haven't used an unsealing all year so I don't mind losing out on a month, I have no plans to leave the country and I don't have to open a new account or whatever the hell the rules are.
Dabin.goes.bbyong: Sigh. I wish I'd get to know the thrill. Did you hear of the drunk teen who got to 89% in one hour just by licking every foot in sight at the beach? He's seriously fucked now, probably for life, but that had to be so hot.
Rivo.Bro: Cool. Teens' threats go down faster anyway. So you can do "metro-yoga" again, right? Get up to 29%.
Tiny.Nox: Nah, man. Getting over that ass-plugged threshold scared me straight.
Rivo.Bro: Wow, suck a cage, asshole. What is a 24% like me supposed to do, huh?
I chuckled at my buddy's overplayed outrage. He probably needed a friendly vent after getting stood up.
I walked out of the dining place and headed for the hyper-lev station.
Tiny.Nox: Maybe don't forget to unlock your dick before pissing.
Rivo.Bro: Literally happened once. I can't be the guy who pissed himself in front of a urinal forever, come on man.
He was kind of right. It happened to every white boy at some point, just usually during teenage cage practice and not at university.
Dabin.goes.bbyong: If you really want it going down you can always do 1000 hours of community service per point. Work every weekend and that's just over a year to get you to 19%.
Our youngest member joined the chat, pinging everybody in the group.
Depth.of.Theo: Holy shit! Massive_Yung just dropped a new scene on ChinaHunk VR and it's a freebie. I don't have to leech off anyone's account for this one.
Rivo.Bro: Damn, I just rode myself sore. Fuck it, I'm slamming that Cumnection dildo in my hole no matter what. Daddy Yung can't wait.
My steps sped up even though getting to the station sooner wasn't going to make the train arrive faster.
Tiny.Nox: Fuck, I've gotta get home. And I was going to let my hole rest. Guess not.
Rivo.Bro: Anything for Asian Alphas, am I right?
Tiny.Nox: Yeah, man. From the moment I put on white-wear I only lived to serve. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The End
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