##### KINGS OF DJASSABONG #####
One year later...
The gleaming, hypermodern midrises of Phengpulu smartly funneled moisture and heat away from the street level but on days hot enough to give me a constant coating of sweat even this early in the day, I almost missed my rainy birth country.
Not that I had plans of leaving Djassabong's largest city. It had been difficult enough to get into paradise but now every second was heaven.
I walked the streets naked, save for flip-flops, kept modest by the Tri - a blue ear-tag marking me as proud property of Master Aroon Khan.
My gaze roamed the ochre-golden and gentle brown men on display, two months of orgasm-lessness keeping me barely able to restrain my dick sucking urges.
Walking ahead of me under the mahoganies, was a broad shouldered, brown Djassabong native with a shoulder tattoo in a mesh shirt that ended above his nipples and a bright yellow jockstrap, framing the bounce of his buttocks. He had his arm around a white gal in a gauze skirt covering a thong.
Sex Crazed Inferior' finally ticked up to Anal Whore Inferior' again.
Briefly focusing my stare at the woman's ass, I let the system register my action as sexual harassment' without her even knowing. I was switched to Rapey' and gifted an R.
With a flick of my nipples, I took a wide stance out of the way of pedestrians and enjoyed the sensation of Castigation brute-fucking me from head to toe for thirty seconds.
I felt alive.
My S-display reset to `Randy Inferior, urge: public sex (anal receiving), cock craving, disrespecting integration service'.
You may wonder why I had an urge to disrespect our beloved W.H.I.T.E. program. Don't get me wrong, I was immensely grateful for the opportunity, it was just that the system cleverly realized I was collecting punishments on purpose. Not my fault I was a pain addict.
Energized, dizzy and out of my mind horny, I made it to the market. Rows of stalls, shaded by a gleaming holo-dome.
In front of the entrance was a douche station where Whore waited. The middle aged whitemen was `In Use' but not actually doing anything. His upturned puppy tail wiggled lifelike.
He saw me and we moved toward each other. I pressed my squat-trained thigh into his Tri, which showed a W, while he pressed his beefy leg into my Tri, which showed an A.
A countdown on our wrists started. Whitemen tended to waste too much time chatting instead of integrating with natives, so we got limited time to have a conversation.
"Assbitch," Whore addressed me with a nod. "Anything to report for my owner?"
"No, slave, just wondering why I haven't seen you around. Are you waiting to piss?"
Whore had a primary urge to publically urinate. After the new white-health upgrade we got to go even longer with full bladders, our hydration and safety never compromised -- only our comfort, but what did that matter for a white monkey slut? We were here to serve.
"My owner went on vacation," Whore explained. "I'm back early for work. And yes, I'm hoping after downing a bottle I'll get to piss soon."
"Any vacation pics you have permission to share?"
Whore rolled his eyes. "Fine. Anything else you need to take up my time with, stupid neut?"
Neut' was short for neutered'. A term for whitemen that teens had started using. It sounded a bit odd coming from Whore since most of his friends were his age.
"No, gotta get going myself."
Whore nodded. "I love sucking Asian cock. I want to drink my owner's cum all day. Being a fucktoy for superior men is my destiny."
He was mostly blurting that out to keep his attitude low, which let me know he'd had recent racist thoughts. I pushed my knee higher to give him a bit of an ache for cheating the system.
Except, I was cheating, too, just in the other direction.
"I decide for myself if I worship real men," I said, checking my attitude rush up to `Racist'.
We stepped away from each other, Tri's flashing off, collars indicating mute status.
I accepted the Castigation immediately, lightly squatting and whimpering through the dampener chokehold as I was gifted thirty-five seconds of pure, mindless, life-affirming existence all over my body.
When I found back to reality, Whore was over at the whitemen terminal, legs apart and pissed with an expression of bliss, hands on his nipples.
At least he'd left me a vacation video. I raised my wrist to watch the clip of Whore's dumb expression getting dumber as two dark cocks got shoved into his mouth. I didn't even know those two hotties. His owner was probably the one filming. It was a rough double facefuck.
It didn't take long for me to reach `Anal Whore' again. A few girls in miniskirts left the market. I made sure none of them actually saw me as I flicked my nipples at them, tongue out.
I got switched to `Rapey' even as my mind was flooded with visions of beautiful golden cocks ramming into my throat -- action spoke louder.
With another R in my collection and an eye watering forty seconds of maximum pain, ebbing and flowing in waves of unpredictable slave-realness, I decided I needed to actually get some work done.
I hadn't entered the market right away because other monkeys were sure to show up, running errands for their owners and other friends. Indeed, I caught a stout blond guy (Horny Bigot, urge: property destruction, public masturbation, sexual harassment (female victims), Feral) and entered at the same time as him.
We ran our right hands over the spray nozzle, hands getting coated in a fast drying mist of hyper-lubricant. Squatting, ass out, the stranger and I shoved our hands into each other asses. I slipped in to the wrist as did he -- a good servile anal neut.
Hammering each other's guts for a few seconds, pressed into each other, drove me mad with teasing pleasure, but before long we held our hands under the disinfectant light flashes and went our merry ways.
I saw on his back that his current favorite media was `white monkey blindfolded cage torture'. I vowed to check that one out.
My own S-display expanded to let everyone know I had 5392 days of service left. That number was only going to increase. Not that I needed to collect Rs as eagerly if staying in the program was my goal. The only guys who'd actually finished were so utterly subservient as to make me question if they had any thoughts at all. And each of them had signed up again.
It didn't matter if this was for life, Djassabong had it all, leisure and sex, lifelong friends and exquisite pain, casual nudity and great food. For every idiot leaving the program, more whitemen flooded in.
I spent some time assembling Master Aroon's grocery order without distraction, then left with a heavy backpack, for the Khan residence.
My main job was in customer service, and I had a cot in a whitemen dorm, but I spent every free minute with my friends -- first and foremost Master Aroon.
When I let myself in, I knew he was already awake, hearing the gun sounds from his bedroom. He sat at the edge of his bed, playing Blaster Rumble on the holo-box.
Fully nude, his ripped legs far apart, my eyes zoned right to his heavy package where a tuft of black hair curled over a shaft just a tone darker than his gently syrup-colored body. A PA ring made his mushroom hang heavier, matching the silver rings in his nipples.
My owner, a recently graduated multimedia designer, had an angular face with a fade, his fringe always falling in a perfectly picturesque mess.
He didn't look up from the rows of enemies falling before him, he just waved at his crotch.
A surge of joy nearly dizzied me.
I had general permission to speak in his four walls.
"I exist to serve, owner," I said as I crawled up to him.
First I swallowed his cock to the base and let him piss down my throat. Before he was even finished, he started hardening. I was thrilled at the power of making superior men hard and having them desire me. This jumped me right up to `Chauvinist'.
As I started sucking, my attitude stayed constant, the act of service compensating for my disgusting racist ideas about Djassabong's men owing me attention.
As soon as my owner dumped his morning load into my guts, he gave me a hard enough slap to make me drop to the side.
"Kiet texted. He's done napping."
Master donated me a Reprimand. All my friends knew how much I craved pain and punishment.
"This monkey is ready to keep serving, sir," I said, on all fours. "May I pay our friend a visit, sir?"
"Did you get the food?"
"This slave has stowed it in the fridge, sir."
"Good Assbitch. Yeah, go to Kiet."
"Thank you for the amazing facefuck, owner."
I retreated, enjoyed my Tri ramming an invigorating sensation up my body and jogged to an apartment two floors down. Practically giddy from my owner's attention, I bounced impatiently. The door opened for me.
Kiet was lounging on his sofa, his tall, buff body sprawling, caramel from his stubby toes to his sharp undercut. The man with a round face but a sharp jaw, was barely awake, heavy blinks loosely looking my way. He slapped his semi-hard dick onto his abs.
Again, a warm fuzzy feeling spread through me, making me grin widely.
Some of that was Kiet's amazing charisma. But part of it was the due to this year's program update. Deep-networked pleasure center neuro-triggers and oxytocin-serotonin reception simulators activated when I received the positive attention of my friends, or to some extent any native man. Only men, since experiments had shown women getting utterly swarmed with neuts otherwise.
"Master Kiet sir, Master Aroon sent me to wake you up, sir. May this slave be of service?"
"Coffee, neut," Kiet said with an overwhelmingly attractive morning voice. "And anal."
"This white exists to serve, sir."
It took thirty second for me to pour Kiet his hazelnut latte. Normally I'd have drawn a little something with cinnamon on the foam but my hole was itching.
I sat down on Kiet's dick with my back to him and started riding as he struggled to down his drink. Being overeager like this was malicious compliance and the system kept trending me up to `Bigot' even as I served.
"Assbitch?" Kiet said as he humped from below. "Joining for the game?"
"This slave exist-"
"Cut that shit out."
I chuckled and turned around, feeling myself blush. Master Kiet hated formality. "Sorry, Kee. Degrading comes natural to a whitman. Yeah, me coming along is Aroon's plan. Might go along with it, hehe."
The claim of knowing better than a superior (and not calling my owner master') finally tipped me over to Racist' again. I felt a little bad for using my friend as an R generator that but I knew Kiet was fine with my lack of good whitemanship.
"Then grab my board on the way out."
"Yes, sir. Pleasure to serve."
Kiet rolled his eyes but humped harder, his expression stiffening.
I received his load, thanked him and went to clean my ass in his shower. He had given me general permission to use it.
Fingering my nipples while getting douched, I let myself be taken into a universe of extreme sensation -- getting Castigated for my racism and anal whore-ness. Forty five seconds now.
Even better, an hour had passed since my last `function test'.
Once an hour, any whiteman could make sure his punishment sensors were okay. Doing so wasn't mandatory, let along hourly, but of course I made sure my Admonishments worked as intended. Due diligence, you see.
Flooded with post-pain happy jitters, I left Kiet's place, his sleek, purple board under my arm. Sadly, I'd neglected to switch myself to `Rapey' at the last moment but there was no rush and some anal-whore-moments were too good to compromise.
It didn't take long until I carried one more board, my picnic backpack and another equipment bag, mostly filled with towels.
Master Aroon and Master Kiet walked ahead of me, their sandals obscured by a holo-ad that rose from the boulevard's pavement as a knee-high scene, both texting on their wrists.
Master Aroon wore a long, loose sheer shirt, flowing around him. They both wore tie-dye style thongs with the silhouette of a jumping feline across the glutes -- the Phengpulu Panthers uniform.
The River Stadium was a river arm, sectioned into open air water fields, where hobbyist lightkiters could surf the air, hours from the sea.
Just as the stadium came into sight, we met Master Chakan, who handed me his yellow-blue board to carry.
The short Djassabong man was broadly build, with a wide face on a short, wide neck. His undercut hair was pulled up into a palm tree tail. He had a black cobra tattoo winding around his thick right arm.
Master Chakan was the most fashion conscious Phengpulu Panther, with subtle gold rings in his septum and nipples, more on his fingers, wearing black mini shorts and an open, black crop vest that ended above his nipples.
He gave his friends, including me, a bro-hug. The gentle warmth of having a crush radiated from my brain -- impossible to say if it was real or triggered by the system.
Master Chakan smirked. "Everybody ready to fuck up some out-of-towners?"
"Anytime," Master Aroon said. "Makok just told me they're already inside."
We headed past the stadium's entrance holo-grid where two attendants waited at a standing table -- monkeys I recognized.
"Hey Assfag," Master Chakan said.
The attendant (Sex Crazed Inferior, urge to piss and suck cock) bowed. "Sir, block 5 is free for you, sir."
"Got your Os yet, Assfag?"
"Supremely generous to ask, sir. I did. This slave is lucky to have so many kind men coming through, sharing the love, sir."
Whitemen no longer got an O for every complete workday but only for each work week. As compensation, you could get two Os from men every day, which -- assuming you got every O you could -- meant way more Os. Except you were not allowed to explicitly ask for an O anymore, and hardly a man bothered to offer. With a friend like Master Kiet I could have been collecting daily Os easily -- he was just ridiculously sweet -- but I didn't care for them. I had 12 Os banked I was never going to use. No orgasm reached the intensity of punishment. Apparently Africa had already started phasing out Os altogether.
Master Chakan turned to us. "I'll drop off my pants at the cabin. Aroon, your shirt?"
While Master Chakan headed for the row of cabins under a roof, the men activated the boards, and Assfag turned to the next athletes coming in, I stepped up to the other attendant. His Tri showed a P.
He was allowed to speak as long as it pertained to his job. I was mute. Thankfully, he grabbed my crotch.
I nodded at him. "You're Assfag's brother right?"
"Yes, slave," P said. He looked just as dull and western as Assfag. From his chest's S-display I knew he wanted to sexually assault the gaggle of girls in mesh dresses and thongs who were heading for stadium block 2.
"I'm Assbitch."
"Don't recognize you."
"Hehe, I was the ugly neut in a cot below your brother's before my owner moved closer to downtown and switched dorms. He told me a bit about you. Figured you'd join the program as soon as you're old enough. If this is where you work you'll see my dumb face, like, once every other week."
"I'm Pissfag. Ready for your hygiene inspection? Rhetorical question. Spread it, slave."
While the stadium registered my entry, I half-squatted with my ass out. Pissfag lubed up and shoved a hand in. It slid past my sphincter with some effort, diving into me to the wrist. As required.
With my Tri untouched, I was muted, so I could moan with abandon and the system prevented any sound from leaving - as long as I didn't mind the choking sensation.
I rose upright with a strong quiver while Pissfag held his hand under the disinfection light.
With his job done he was no longer free to talk to me so I turned away.
He reached around me from behind, grabbed my crotch and pressed his own Tri into my ass. "Wait," he said. "I remember now. Too many `Ass-something' slaves around and I never pay attention to whitemen."
"We exist to serve superiors," I said automatically.
"Assfag mentioned you, though. I'm a pain slut, too. Maybe we can go on `Casti hunt' together."
"You're not actually harassing superior women, right?"
"No, just being my natural self around them. The girls who just walked past? Kindly donated a Reprimand."
"Probably saw that you want to rape them, you fucked up monkey."
Pissfag shrugged. "I don't know why the S-display even shows that. I'm so cock craving at this point, it's probably just picking up on some primal remnant. I'm straight, can't help it."
"Almost envy how easy that makes collecting punishments. My timer just wore off, by the way."
"Lucky you. And don't leave your friends waiting."
He retraced his hand from my Tri and spanked my ass with the other.
I stepped out of the way and activated my sensor test, getting my hourly Castigation.
Out of my mind giggly and exhilarated, I followed my friends to block 5 -- our private part of the river segregated by high, semi-transparent nets all around.
Master Aroon had one foot on the quay, one on his board that floated on the water, looking like a glorious champion, his pubes poking from his thong a tiny, calculated bit. He faux-growled at the other team as he flexed.
The Srundavo Serpents from the other side of Djassabong, semi-professional athletes like my friends, had brought their own neut.
He was young, a redhead with a fade. His Tri showed an F.
I put my backpack next to his and unloaded the little picnic Master Aroon had had me prep.
Both me and F were `In Use' so as long as we stuck to job-relevant topics we were free to communicate even with busy hands.
"Hello, fellow monkey," I started. "This whiteman is designated Assbitch. It exists to serve beautiful Asian superiors."
F smiled at me. "This slave is not named anything other than F, but its friends sometimes call it Fucky. Master Tao has not made this designation official."
"Tao is a Chinese name, right?"
I received a Reminder, vibrations ripping into my guts, at the same time as Fucky's legs trembled with the same tremors.
"This dumb monkey apologizes," I said, "for non-job-relevant conversation and takes responsibility."
I accepted my punishment. Sadly not a Castigation, just a Reprimand. Minor job errors were forgiven easily to keep work flowing.
As we finished, the real men on the scene were done posing aggressively at each other and took to the water.
Artificial waves rippled from the center of the court, letting the six lightkiters do more than drift in dull circles. Neon streaks trailed the boards as the athletes roamed the surface in shallow arcs.
Hoops got projected into the air and the competition begun, six gorgeous hunks ripping their boards to the sky, legs showing the result of years of dedication.
I sat down to watch, Fucky next to me. We spit lubed our fingers and shoved them into each other's holes for a firm grip, palms resting on each other's Tris.
"Yes," Fucky said, "my owner is from a Chinese family, but was born in Srundavo. He's that one."
He pointed at a `Serpent'. The trio all wore mint green jockstraps with a light scale pattern. Each time they squatted to pull the board up, their naked ass cracks flashed at us below.
Tao was the palest among them, and the most-v-shaped. Gold earrings in his right lobe matched the one in his left nipple. His oval head carried even Asiatic features like the flat, kissable nose and tiny, dark eyes.
"I know you're new," I said, "but I've actually not met the others in person either."
Fucky pointed at a guy with a wide mohawk and a perfectly rectangular jaw. "That's Master Makok. I actually spend more time with him than with Master Tao since Master Tao got a girlfriend. I love to serve both equally."
Master Aroon landed the first trick jump, board sliding under the hoop, while he flung himself through. The landing was wobbly but he did successfully reconnect to the board, his foot soles gripping onto the kite's skin-grip pads.
Fucky pointed at the last Serpent, a guy with a thin mohawk, matching the narrow strip of pubes leading from his belly button to his jockstrap. "Master Lamon has been on the team for a month. I haven't had the honor of doing more than lick his feet. He is free to ignore a monkey if that monkey is useless to him, of course."
"But you just love to serve," I finished his thought.
Master Lamon and Master Tao pulled up from a wave near the stadium's edge, bent their lower bodies sideways and made their lightkites' undersides touch. This way they slipped through a hoop together, neon trails fizzling into each other.
The Panthers were still leading because they were doing more tricks, but the Serpents knew some really complex maneuvers.
"Your friends have a lot more practice."
Fucky grinned. "Yeah, they're amazing. My life really started when I got here. I didn't live until I lived to serve."
He continued to be an Inferior', if a Sex Crazed' one with the urge to commit theft -- probably eyeing our superiors' picnic since it was approaching lunch time.
He really meant it all. I felt a little bad for being such an insufficient inferior. Not that I lied all that much -- if I didn't love to serve I could have just left the country -- but because I kept being a rapey racist on purpose to collect pleasurable punishment.
"You're not a pain slut, are you?" I asked.
"No, I'm still shaken every time I make it up to Castigation, why? Are you?"
It was my turn to grin. "Pain slut, piss freak, constant cock craver."
Fucky looked at my chest, which gave away my urge to sit on a dick. "Oh, you're gay? Lucky monkey."
Master Kiet collided with one of the Serpents while nosediving at the river surface -- the broad mohawk one, Master Makok. They both crashed off their boards and splashed into the water.
A few female voices groaned in mockery or disappointment behind us. Block 5's net was optionally transparent to the park running along the river and of course my friends liked as much of an audience as they could get.
At the sight of the five or so girls hanging out, Fucky's arousal was trending up fast.
I dug deeper into his ass. "Not gonna say anything to stop turning rapey, you dumb neut?"
"If the W.H.I.T.E. system thinks this little slave monkey must be punished, it must accept no matter if it likes it."
"Speaking as a pain slut," I said in a joking voice, "I don't miss an opportunity to cheat and disobey."
Sadly this only skipped me to high `Chauvinist'.
Seeing Master Kiet and Master Makok emerge at the quay, dripping wet, sent me to `Anal Whore' mode, so at least I had that going for me.
We whitemen broke apart. I accepted my Castigation while Fucky got his own punishment.
Trembling as I sat, scream-moaning into the silence enforced by my collar, I was taken for a ride of rising and lowering pain for fifty five seconds. I was well on track of reaching the 90 second limit, which some highly obedient neuts never even found out existed.
Master Aroon landed at the edge of the water and hopped onto the quay. "Slaves, want to join for a game?"
I was still getting railed by heat and whips and shocks but my owner's attention made me squirm with gratitude even as I was near-blind with pain.
Fucky bowed on his knees. "Sir, these dumb assholes are deeply honored and will try not to be a burden. And... thanks, sir, I've been really looking forward to lightkiting again."
With how earnest and shy Fucky was he could almost have been cute, if it wasn't for his obvious whiteness.
When I returned to reality, euphoric and energized enough to milk a thousand brown cocks, I hurried after Fucky to the board rental.
Pissfag had to test us again. I didn't think that was actually necessary but clearly he enjoyed that part of his job so who was I to deny him -- especially since I enjoyed it, too.
The attendant lubed up both hands as Fucky and I pushed our asses out and dove in forcefully. My body always took a few seconds to adapt to a fist after a few hours of resting but my hole's memory was still fresh from entering the stadium. The relaxant in the lube probably did some work, too.
I tried my best to think racist thoughts. That I was worth being a native myself, that I deserved my owner's cock unconditionally, that I should be lazy and wiggle out of my duties.
Thinking your attitude higher was a last ditch effort. With no context, the system stayed low key on judgement. But I finally got there.
After getting our guts hammered for way too short a time, we hydrated at the fountain and returned with gray kites and a skin-grip covered drone.
Seeing that my superiors were still chugging green tea cans, I knelt down and enjoyed my one minute Castigation. Most whiteman avoided getting that far on most work days and even mostly during free time, but I didn't let a day pass without maxing out.
Then it was time to kite.
I got a hard kick to the Tri from my owner to give me speaking rights, the pain to my internalized testicles slowly creeping up my abs as we drifted onto the center of the induced waves.
The game was a friendly match of drone ball, chasing the glowing orb as it aided or countered the throws with its own propulsion.
I wasn't good at making use of airtime so I played surface defense with Master Chakan, while Fucky competently skipped from wave to wave with spinning leaps.
Some whitemen would add some romantic bullshit like "for an hour I forgot I was an inferior at all, just having fun with my best friends" but I never forgot for a second that everyone but the chalky redhead was a divine gift and there wasn't enough time in the day to thank the system that allowed me to lay my tongue on them. Okay, maybe that was some romantic bullshit, too.
It was fun in any case, and exhausting.
Once the sun hung low over Djassabong we took a break for food, Fucky and me having slave chow. My friends took turns sending me Reprimands. They cared about me, which let a warm fuzzy feeling of joy spread through me, just a tiny bit.
Master Makok and Master Lamon requested me and Fucky from their owners and ordered us to the booths next to the toilets. They were barren, without benches or padding, but the Srundavo men had no trouble fucking standing.
I got to enjoy both of the superior strangers in both my holes. I was going to think about that tonight when I rode dildos in my cot, one in either end.
And naturally I collected a sixty five second punishment for my stupid anal whore failure of whitemanship. Gladly.