====== Chapter 3 ======
=== Trace of Heaven ===
Yo, Wancheng here.
I'm on the Vacuum Arc Jet, sleek-ass arrowhead shuttle bouncin on the atmo like skippin stones. Thirty minutes to New Frisco, you catchin?
Young crowd aboard, sendin my secret stash `round the rows but no big titty hourglass princess into riding the wastelayer in-flight. Bein a five times mile-high club member sufficin for the tick, mind.
Hiroshi comin along, all diced mass an' swagger, still emerald from holo-tats to hair to wraps. Starpal is a thong-boy for life, guessin. He's no sendin secret stashes, peakin some mystery eye candy, apparently.
Lookin my fuckin best on touchdown. Modest slingsuit `n choker, lime color this time, silver earrings danglin. Holoskin shimmerin ultra-subtle in the GUNCAS red-blue-white. Touristy as fuck? You bettin.
(GUSA = Greater United North and Central American States)
We both done edgin in sensation mode for half the flight but your boy fucknever breakin his zerofap streak. My fave plebe 3-5 comin along, too, lobbin our luggage in a little bag adhesion-stickin to his back.
Exit's nearly congestin with all those muscle asses an' goddess tits, but I'm seein my name on the perky cheeks of one of the fags waiting, head `tween ankles. Cali whiteys wearin guard collars, coverin from neck upway to the nose. Neon pink same as the stretcher.
Starpal kickin the pale ass with my name on it, prolly hittin the stretched balls "on accident" an' sendin the slore for a stumble. Meanway I'm rereadin my peaks.
"Yeah, that's 0-2," I'm tellin Hiroshi, then kickin whitey same as him. "Hey slave, grabbin us for the campin trip?"
Subservient nutclapper, stayin on all fours, hole up. Whitey voice filterin through the guard, monotone. "Sir yes sir, this slave is property of Master Cas. This whitey ASS is ready to bring you to Master Cas owner and service you in every way possible, sir."
My eyes meetin starpal's an' cash catchin on. "Booth first."
0-2 is nutclappin stallway `n we four crammin into a booth for two. Luggage is stickin to the wall.
Hiroshi monopolizin 3-5 again. I fucknever been mindin that, cause he only doin oral. Always been havin an easy time sharin. I'm takin a chance on 0-2's ass an' a half hour of raw edge is pumpin into the fucker so hard he's cry-quiverin.
The whiteys been linin up only halfway bendin over, heads next to each other's ass, so me `n Hiroshi rubbin biceps in the narrow-ass space. Whiteys reachin for each other's balls. We're lettin them havin fun. Hittin my riv fast, this hole is magic. Serious, I'm gettin my guts suckin out by that hole like nothin else allever done. I no been edgin that much.
Holy fuck, this orgasm's an eye waterin one. Total brainmelter, engagin beastmode so hard, your boy turnin blind. Thinkin the walls shakin an' they makin these booths sturdy.
Tryin tellin my kick "Next level fucksperience" but only gruntin harder.
Starpal goin wet – I'm able tellin from 3-5 swallowin. Me, goin dry but legs almost givin out.
Donatin 0-2 ass some slaps so hard it's ringin from my hand shoulderway. "Hey bitch, fuckwhy your ass to fuckin erect?"
Bitch no talkin so well with all the alpha-omega convulsions. "Sir, next gen anal annealing is meant to enhance the joy of servitude while providing greater pleasure to users."
"Fuck me, starpal, you tryin this, end of."
Hiroshi's in the final stages of creamin 3-5 throatway. I'm catchin he hearin me, tho. Maybe he's already been in the know. He's the type to read up on anythin sex - chicks or whiteys.
Bubble waitin for us an' all four goin cash New Francisco outskirtway. No been roamin the city in over a year but we havin a date with some old kicks. Teen boys hangin. No allowin Heaven figurin I'm `round for a reason.
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It's Donghui, back on for a delightful snippet.
Stud an' me done attendin a book signin in Seoul - first print edition of both our fave cock model's photobook, all the biggest cock mods lookin so erect on him.
Heaven no been on the focus for most of the day but now it's gettin serious. No able lettin anyone get a vital, tho, no even Atlas.
We're out in our tie-dies, me orange, stud blue. Sweat's makin the thongs darker an' Atlas big black fantasy cock is outlinin perversely.
We're hikin. Dazzlin Seoul skyline in the back, Sejeong hypertower sparklin smoothly even against direct sunlight.
Atlas swaggerin up front with his deep brown massive frame makin me crave him like on day one. Man, regrettin no fuckin whitey ass `fore we startin climbin.
We two no familiar with the terrain, so local newlywed kicks bringin us along.
No the hikin type, myself, so I been freakin `bout possible questions but no one's askin fuck all - those cuddlebugs been up for a mountain hang out from the bang.
Still nervous. See, plan bein I'm castin a trace net over all the electrotrash piles `round the city. There's always hacker fucks fixin some an' turnin it back on. Would no been the first time some worm hidin in one of those time capsules.
We makin it up top an' settin up. Kicks bringin a slave along, 6-6. He's in the "reluctant" class with eleven percent of whitey slores, but they keepin him `round cause he's a real whexy PIG, workin company caterin. They lettin him go clearface at home, that's how easy this one is for lookin at.
(P.I.G. = personnel integration group, rare Yes Team members serving public functions with significant customer interactions, possibly with unblurred face)
6-6 preppin us a spot for a snack. Enchantin view, lovely folks, adorable musceltitan of a stud. What more you able askin?
Those darlin kicks names are Gi-Young an' Tetsuo. Us two done meetin them at CWF when they been over in Taipei for EQ.
(CWF = Cock Worship Festival, a yearly gay party in most cities; EQ = Edge Quest, a game about collecting points for being in sensation mode or otherwise edging for as long as possible, often played at such festivals)
Tetsuo is a slim `n wiry guy, a mesmerizin dance instructor, erect as fuck when it comin for movin his pretty BoyWorth bod. In a burgundy slingsuit, strings comin together under his golden belly ring. New tiny holotatts allevery day, never the same twice. Prolly havin a subscription.
His man, Gi-Young, is just the opposite. Korean equivalent of SizeForce pairin erectly with natural muscle an' height for a large, large fucker. Bald `n gruff. Thick eyebrows, thicker lips. Bodysuit in purple, matchin the burgundy in the way the dark shade is almost black.
We findin our place on the fluffy mats 6-6 been preppin. I'm flippin on dad's script. Cat ears done turned off or they for sure twitchin up a storm.
Our kicks are already strippin, both showin off matchin five-point star nip buds. Gi-Young tearin the wraps up an' leavin the fabric mendin in the grass. Layin down, head on a pillow.
Big guy Gi-Young havin a crazy new cock, an' after makin sure nobody's seein us here in the open, he wipin away the blur for a tick, showin it off. Three bulges stackin, almost a snowman.
Atlas reflexively askin. "FantasyFancy?"
As he often doin, Tetsuo talkin on behalf of his lifelove, hand cuppin the cock stack. "BetterBeast. New one, only Asia for now. Eachevery bulge it's own cockhead for triple sensation. Been thinkin about gettin somethin like that. Maybe goin prehensile."
6-6 tellin his whitey ASS is ready, sittin in Gi-Young's lap, facin the hunk so Tetsuo able fuckin his slave face with both tops still lookin sameway at the sweet city vista.
Why's it surprisin me 6-6 no as reluctant as I been expectin? PIG can no hesitate allevery tick of the day.
An' the three bubbles wreckin him just fine. Alpha-omega turnin his decent face into a cry-squintin wreck, red n puffy n strugglin, moans slippin through the lips.
Gi-Young hardly movin, lettin the slave ram himself down the full shaft - prolly a recommendation for anti-reluctance trainin. He's gently gropin his partner's slim legs, tho, while Tetsuo himself is gracefully dancin his pixley nine inch pole into the slore face for a balls deep throat ravagin.
Allanyone with a vital done figurin I'm sittin leg-on-leg with the stud by now. My head leanin shoulderway. Sensation mode keepin us on the edge of no return. Minds done drownin under pure need for a cumshot, max edge promisin yet another mind-blower. We able goin hours like same.
"Fuckwhats the plan for you?" Tetsuo askin.
"In Seoul?" I'm askin back. "Museum tour, whatever's beguilin us on the main walks. We done visitin my folks. Only a hop-in-an'-out, dad bein deepway in a project. Visitin Atlas' folks is next on the check. Then we... Give a tick, I'm cummin. Stud?"
"Fuckyes. Same," Atlas tellin. "Shootin."
Gi-Young grabbin 6-6 by the hips an' forcin him fully downway the cock stack after the slore been slackin for a tick. "Freezeframe `n I'm handin over the slave. Almost there."
Wavin him off. "Nah, my kick. Take your time. We free-jizzin."
Never done understandin why zerofappin is such a big deal for some gays. Tryin for keepin up with the straights for nothin, like we no all done gettin Triple-A.
Lockin lips, Stud `n me pullin our pixely cocks out of the thongs, sensation mode still goin on nipples an' assholes. We shootin finger-thick ropes longway our legs, cum sprinklin along muscle insertions in splotches. Hands wanderin over each other we welcomin a few minutes of orgasm high at the edge of what bodymods able givin you, rippin our minds to shreds.
On the tick we're done, 6-6 is ready to lick it off us an' we in turn are ready for round two, usin slore holes. I'm choosin my dick stayin in overstim.
No sendin 6-6 my info package. He able learnin by punishment an' reward. Somethin bout the reluctant types makin me cravin for turnin mean.
I'm lettin passionlove fuckin away at the whitey ass while I'm goin oral. Smart guy Tetsuo handin me his little whippin rod.
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Yoyoyo, glancin back over to your boy Wancheng plus starpal Hiroshi? Erect, my dude.
Fuckwhere we are is a spot for gettin away from the city `n all that campin equipment abandonment litterin the area showin it. It's rough-ass terrain this far southway from New Francisco, but Cas an' Kian no roamin the place for the first time.
Cas bein my hacker camp childhood buddy from way back fuckwhen. Now Cas is a guitarist, less obscure by the day. Big black dude, been gettin HunkMaker treatment on the same tick as your boy. Shaggy mohawk in white, silverglintin same as his full sleeve holo tatts. Pupils `n irises done shapin into ember spades.
Wrappin a yellow thong, matchin with his fucklove. The girl, Luna, is some light-skin mix in an ornate yellow bodysuit, long white hair an' a holoskin so sparkly I'm feelin like tunin my own sparkles up.
Cas also been bringin his kick Kian, fuckwho I never done meetin `fore.
Kian's black, too, but darker, wrappin a slingthong just the color of his skin, lookin nudey. His crotch cup is a goldmetal dome, stars done embossin on it. Cups on the outside is a trend this side the ocean. He is draggin all sorts of other gold bling, makin the slingsuit even harder for noticin. Plus, dreads in rainbow, glowin with hololight.
Kian done AlphaRise moddin or fuckwhat equivalent they havin in Cali. Sculptin down to eachevery fiber same as starpal beside me. Pupils n irises are green stars. Gang rivalries are no that serious this long post-Heaven-war, less a blue diamond runnin into a red bell, then you better gettin outway.
Cas kissin his Luna girl zaitjian like he's tryin for edgin her pussy into changin her mind but she's no comin craterway. We men an' two whiteys squeezin through some of the many holes in the fence – more a suggestion than barrier – an' yappin tech lingo.
Kian pullin 0-2 backway by the guard collar `n tappin somethin in the bag adherin to the slave's shoulders.
"Lez fucken go, pussyfuckerz!" Kian tellin. "I hopes ya ready for a men's night out, cause here we comes. Omni relay shield up. Grid rebuffer acti-fucken-vated."
Playin my own roll, peakin the system. "Neutralizin orbital focus projection in five. Holoskin scramblers up, sloreslayers."
"Gotcha, dude," Cas tellin.
"Sir yes sir," comin one whitey voice `n one robo-ass guard collar tune. Two nut pairs clappin, one pink, one gray.
Six dudes' skin sizzlin static for a sec. Nothin illicit here, it just takin extra work for gettin some real privacy these days. Fuckwhere's the fun in campin if you're still dots on allevery map?
"Geofencin rubberbandin... active," Hiroshi tellin an' slammin his fists together. "Erect. Always been wantin a look at the warzone."
We hangin up our wraps on fenceposts. Cups `n buds, too. Just a tradition. If they're still there fuckwhen we're back hereway, it's a good sign. Usually are.
Holoblur takin over, keepin cocks from bein too obscene. I'm able tellin the Cali boys are both growers – or perma tiny for oral like starpal.
3-5 `n 0-2 spankin their blurry balls like there's a campin mission to accept. Prolly is, fuckwhat I'm catchin. Their ASSes are ready.
"Final pic," Cas requestin, puttin down the cam stick.
We linin up, arms linkin, slores in waitin pose on the sides. Four nude men with semi blurry crotches hittin most muscular, tongues out. Both Cali hunks done gettin real-ink tatts on their tongues – spade an' star.
Snap
I'm peakin my socials with the holo-pic `fore we closin all public channels.
Whole gang marchin on our triple-gelpad LinkSoles. Hiroshi n Kian pullin out whip rods an' punishin the slaves. Whiteys rippin off the adhesive bags an' puttin them chestway for easier backside punishment, nutclappin as we goin. Sure takin a while till we're there - enough time for those two gettin full prunk. It's the whitey version of fuckin – aside from us fuckin them for real, mind. Been tellin you crystal, they're like kicks to us, so we givin them an erect time with some free pain massages. Little workout keepin the hands busy for my n Cas' starpals.
The crater's no one single thing. Fuckwhen humanity been takin care of Heaven, whole area done nukin to shit. Prolly no underground servers left intact but it's the best candidate for fuckwhere this piece of shit remnant comin from. So 3-5 bringin a little somethin' in his bag scannin undergroundway.
S'down is almost upon us, orange light on orange-ass sand. We lookin for a reasonable tent spot.
"Hiro', musclebitchboy," Cas tellin, "I peaks Wancheng e'ry ass week but sees ya once a year. Fuckwhaz up?"
Starpal laughin. "Tearin it up erectly allevery fuckwhere. Gym, school, parties. Part timin now as a law intern."
"Ya wrecks a good pussy lately?"
"Fuck off, man, haha."
Cas raisin his hands. "Hey, we counts oral now. Nah try to converts ya anymore."
"Fuckwhy's that?" I'm askin.
Cas givin 0-2 a spank on the ass, which is x-showin all over by now, angry red. "It be a mix'a the new wave anal mods an' the guards be gettin popular. Av'rage fucker now cums into whitey hole so much we startn'a be soft on pussy."
"That no the point?" Hiroshi askin. "All that masculine moddin makin us sexually aggro as fuck, so we done gettin Triple-A for makin us playin nice with the girls, givin the whiteys the rough rides."
"Fucken right, but pussy still be pretty fucken hot, ya know? Hehe. Girlies be startin to crave cock by theyself."
Hiroshi no arguin that. Just lookin downway his abs, grabbin into the crotch blur. "Goin for a trial run, guessin, if I'm already here. Been a hot tick since my last whitey ass."
"You'll ends up wantens a bigger cock," Kian tellin.
"No comin Caliway too often," Hiroshi tellin.
Your boy Wancheng laughin at that. "Starpal, give it a year till we gettin new wave anal cross the pond. Fuck me, I'm givin it a year till it's alleverywhere. Watch whiteys *makin* us. Member the Flip?"
(Flip = a period shortly after Yes Team users of anal annealing - which allowed reliable, intense anal orgasms - became the majority of Yes Team members, whereafter this majority quickly voted in favor of harsher punishments and controls, including mandatory anal annealing for all members as replacement for monetary rewards and other privileges; also known as the period of introduction for the iconic "nutclapping" with subsequent raising of the pain threshold as voted for by Yes Team members)
We settlin in an' fiddlin with the configs so the clearcocks stayin clear all night. Public area but nobody seein us out here.
We allowin 0-2 for "takin off" the guard, snappin the upper half down to the neck for a thick collar look. Holo censorin stayin on for the fags.
"This whitey ASS is ready, sirs." His voice is all weird from bein prunk - dude's almost trancin - `n maybe also weird from not bein used to having tone anymore. Him feelin more like a person now is... awkward. I'm puttin 3-5 in a guard the tick those makin the jump to Taipei.
Hiroshi tryin 0-2's ass n seemin he's lovin it. Part of me okay waitin in line an' experiencin that hole again later, watchin Hiroshi havin his mind done blowin - but the Caliboys already fuckin my kick 3-5, green star n ember spade eyes rollin back in their heads. They slappin the slave's red stroked, x-showin body all over, leavin him quiverin with prunk overstim. They leanin in an' bi-guy Kian nuzzlin Cas' neck.
Satisfyin myself in 0-2's "second ass", fuckin into the pixely lips an' havin him spittlin foam. Half an eye countdownway so I'm pullin out `fore he's out of oxygen but makin use of the whole throat.
"I'm convertin," Hiroshi tellin me, loopy grin, shut eyes. "It's like my orgasm havin an orgasm, holy fuckyesyesyes. One foot back in Taipei `n I'm gettin the biggest, freakiest cock they offerin. Been no even curious but cause I no been havin a vital what the GUNCAS fuckers brewin."
We fist bumpin an' I'm slappin down on 0-2's ass. The x-show is slowly fadin so we're good for nother round of gettin the slaves prunk, right after they makin us dinner. Easier the second time round, when they're already sore `n sensitive – like my dick if I'm choosin the overstim instead of just skippin my refractory period.
Tellin off... long orgasm startin. Heraldin an erect night under the stars.