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SUMMARY: In a utopian Hong Kong, white men know they are inferiors among Asian gods. But some whiteys still need to be taught...
CONTENT: Asian supremacy & worship, permanent chastity, forced public milking & cum eating, sensory deprivation, public punishment, minor black superiority, and more.
****************************** *** The Sound of Whiteness *** ******************************
*** Chapter 1 ***
*** HOLE: Hero Of Lewd Entertainment ***
Like every morning, the tiny bathroom felt crammed with us musclebound whitebois jostling for space at the basin.
We were rubbing our smooth bodies playfully together, naked, unless you counted the `nub' – the identical five centimeter (2") tube that held our dicks. But it's not like the nub could come off.
I tied by brunet undercut into a short ponytail and gave my mirror image a double bi flex, purposefully bumping into Freddy's side. He barely budged.
With his 78kg (172lbs) of lean muscle, Freddy's tall physique was just a bit buffer than what you might call a fitness model. Everything from his sharp abs to his round shoulders was tailored to what women found most attractive. His black septum ring matched the much larger rings on Freddy's nipples.
Of course it didn't change that Freddy was just a plain whitey with green eyes and a fringe of blond hair.
He slapped my ass while brushing his teeth, having no trouble to hip-bump me aside. With my 65kg (143lbs) of ultra-lean muscle I wasn't easy to shove but I didn't resist.
My other roommate, Monkey, stepped out of the shower. Towel drying his spray tanned skin with one hand, he pulled the auto-enema's tube that had cleansed his guts from his ass with the other. A bit of clean water ran down the inside of his bulging thighs. His legs were so buff, they made his nub and balls nearly vanish between them.
Monkey was barely taller than me at 178cm (5'10") but burst with muscles at 88kg (194lbs), not as lean as Freddy and me but still ripped at 10% body fat.
"Looking sexy, Monkey," I said and flicked Monkey's nipple horseshoe piercings that matched the one in his septum.
"Same here, Billy," Monkey said, hit a most muscular pose and counter-flicked my silver nipple studs. I let my hand slide along his massive flared out torso as he squeezed out the door.
Monkey didn't need to tend to his hair – a buzzed mohawk with every other part of his head beside the eyebrows lasered clean.
Smacking Freddy's ass one more time, I took in the sight of his rippling backside. My straight roommates had no issue with my attraction to their bodies. If anything they were jealous how much I enjoyed them.
I headed into the living-dining-kitchen area where I grabbed my indicator collar of its hook.
The high tech material of the collar was so light you hardly felt it and so transparent it seemed invisible. It snapped shut around my neck seamlessly and sent softly glowing red lights zooming along my neck, indicating I wasn't muted, ready to blurt out my dumb-ass whiteboi thoughts.
Slurping a tube of protein gel, I checked my feed, overlaid on my eyesight by the `Sense-Implant'.
My buddies Hal and Mitch had posted in the `Hong Kong Homo Hoes' group chat.
Hal_says_hallo: I woke up so horny I wish an Asian god would choke me out so I don't have to deal with this.
Mitchy_must_suffer: At least you got sleep. Dumbass me decided to check out yesterday's Korean Fitness Comp. I watched it five times while dildo riding. Before I knew it I had to leave for work.
Hal_says_hallo: Drop the link, bitch.
Mitch sent the link to the fitness competition trailer and I put it in `full surround' mode. My eyes and ears were transported right onto the stage, perfect gods in tiny posing trunks lined up in front of me, flexing hard.
I fought the urge to drop to my knees, in case my real body was in the way of a roommate in our tiny place. I bookmarked the link to the full video for later and sent a response.
Billy_Boi: Fuck, I need to set aside an hour to worship those gods. Wish I had time now.
I turned on Sense-music, which my implant played right into my ears.
With energizing electronic beats filling my brain, I went to get dressed.
Monkey put in his plug first. His anal plug's wide base showed an icon of a flexing arm – the emblem of our local gym. It vanished between his colossal thighs and glutes.
He handed the `AssPop' lube bottle over to Freddy whose lean back muscles flexed like rippling water as he lifted a leg to slide the 5cm (2") wide plug in without hesitation.
His plug showed a hand giving the middle finger. Disrespectful as fuck but he was an obnoxious little rebel with a heart of gold.
Two real whitebois, if you know what I mean. But don't worry, they know their place.
I unscrewed the base of my plug and refilled it with AssPop lube. The material would leak tiny amounts across its surface over time.
My plug began glistening with lube and I gave it lick. AssPop's effect was similar to what you may know as poppers, but reverberating for minutes. Engineered for anal absorption it made you crave to get your ass filled – just so you won't forget the plug.
I pushed my striated ass out and slipped my plug in with a practiced motion. Mine was red with white stars, the logo of the Pan-Asia-Cooperative, PAC, the most superior place on earth.
The rush of AssPop had me gently moaning.
All of us plug fucked ourselves for a minute, half squatting.
"Ready to head out?" Freddy asked. "I'm gonna have a bitch ass workout today."
"Yeah bro," Monkey said, last to put on his collar, red lights going around his neck. "Let's go."
We went out barefoot but of course we weren't leaving home in the nude. That would be ridiculous.
I put on the `cup' – a sturdy but flexible cup, kind of like on a jockstrap, that goes over nub and balls, keeping the package tightly pressed to the body.
It snaps onto the same biometal ring under the skin that holds the nub in place, mending perfectly to the body around a faint nub and balls outline.
Mine had the PAC logo on it, matching my plug. Monkey's was white, contrasting with his fake tan, Freddy's was black. We weren't exactly fashionistas.
I slung my tiny bag across my chest and headed out.
We three lean muscled whiteys, hairless from the ears down, plugged, cupped, collared, nipple and septum pierced, crowded the elevator.
Monkey and Freddy had tuned into my hard thumping playlist and were jamming out, anticipating the pre-workout's effect. I shook my hips along to the tunes, a little more sensual than the straight guys. Monkey danced the hardest with Freddy and me grinding on his sides.
Freddy posted our morning dance on his socials. He had requested the 3D footage from the surveillance holo-cams in the elevator, captioning it "Billy and me rubbing off on this shaved chimpanzee again, haha".
You may think we had to be gym-crazy to achieve such physiques but science had blessed the world with a substance that worked like turbo-steroids but were as safe as basic protein powder.
Yes, you still had to work out to achieve size and proportion but "getting Jacked" was almost obligatory. Hardly a man who wasn't at least Jacked halfway to a fitness model.
Most women didn't like their boyfriends too muscular but that didn't stop guys like Monkey from going full bodybuilder – and the gay community had no such qualms holding them back, despite twinks still being popular.
The elevator brought us to the ground floor.
To no one's surprise, I felt horny. I checked my own `bio' to see my Sense readings.
If I hadn't been nubbed right now I'd have been 73% erect. This was called `pseudo-erection'. My hard-on, when unlocked, would have had 14.6cm (5.7") length and medium girth.
My arousal level was rising, normal for the daytime, average for my age and location.
I had last unlocked two months ago but just for a checkup. I had last cummed through jerking off eight years ago.
My last prostate milking had been 9 hours ago.
The bio also contained links to my socials (@Billy_Boi) and basic information like:
Name: Kim Bill (white name: Wright), 25 years, born 2043-07-20
Stats: 65.3kg/144lbs, 173cm/5'8", body fat 6.7% [see full body stats and history]
Occupation: drudge.
Main drudgeries: shopping aid, cleaning drone operator, warehouse tasks [see work history] [contact supervisor]
Finance: income last month 1150 NewYen, savings account sans running costs 6820 NewYen, [see income and spending breakdown]
Last viewed: Annual Korean Bodybuilding Flexdown Trailer (full surround) [see media history]
Last heard: Heavy Rhythm Beats Vol. 23 (currently playing) [see listening history]
Calibration: harmonious
Registered Gay
Address: Apartment F-38 [show on map], 2 white roomates [see roommate bios]
Only the general stuff was public, of course. Dick and sex related info was hidden for anyone under 17.
I looked at my dancing roommates, who were just as horny as me, according to their bios.
Chen Frederic aka Freddy, 27, was at a fast rising 50% pseudo-erection with his hypothetically 15.5cm (6.1") dick of average thickness. His white name was Perkins.
Monkey, 24, would have been 90% erect if uncaged and had a very girthy 17cm (6.7") dick. He had the PAC name `Lee Shen' but went by Monkey even at work. His white family name had been Chapman but he had annulled it as a sign of respect to the culture of our superiors so it didn't show up in his bio.
We emerged into the fairly bustling morning streets of Hong Kong. Under clear skies we were cast in shadow by tall buildings with hanging greenery and Sense activated ads.
Asian men in traditional clothes, tang suits, hanboks, or casual attire walked by, paying us inferiors no mind. Most were noticeably Jacked, but superior men had nothing to prove and usually kept their physiques quite slender.
This was home and I loved it. I wanted to suck the dick of every superior in sight, begging to worship their smooth, toned legs with my head in their crotches.
Yes, I was a minority but I had basically all the same rights as natives. The one thing asked of whiteys was not to spray our semen around uncontrolled. Perfectly reasonable, you'll agree.
There was an equal number of women, mostly Asian in eastern-style dresses, which were of no interest to me but Monkey's pseudo-erection raced up to 100%, impossible to hide in his bio.
Nothing to be concerned about though. Like me, Monkey was `snipped', meaning back when we had gotten the Reproduction Safety Upgrade – the nubs – we'd also gotten a reversible vasectomy. The nub was still necessary since the vasectomy was only 99.9% effective.
Freddy was hoping to have kids one day so he lived with the thrill of shooting live ammo'. He'd had to pay the full 1000 NewYen for his Upgrade while we Snips' got half off until the time we decided to undue the vasectomy.
I turned on my VR-avatar to walk the route in front of me, although I knew the way. My current favorite bodybuilder appeared ahead in a golden thong, perfectly realistic, visible only to me, his skin gleaming stage ready. He was gorgeous: swaggering, confident, Korean.
Don't worry, the bodybuilder didn't mind. He was the one selling his VR-likeness to thirsty little whiteboi whores like me.
Anyone could check in my bio whose ass I was staring at. I was happy to give my latest crush a shout out that way.
I could see in my roommates' bios that they had their own VR-avatars walking ahead or next to them. Monkey's bio had an unmissable notification that he was in "hard porn" mode, his VR-avatar being some nude Thai actress.
Sadly, mine didn't have a fully nude version, or I'd have him jizzing all over the virtual place. This bodybuilder only sold his likeness thong-clad.
We three beefy bulls swaggered along the pavement like we owned the place, shaking our asses to the tunes, nodding at other `roaming bulls' in cups, always making sure not to get in the way of a superior.
Staying silent, we talked via Sense-chat.
Everything I said from the moment I got up went into my `script', but so did everything I subvocalized, every stray thought, everything I pondered.
We only had to think at each other and our scripts weaved together into a chat room.
Billy_Boi: I'm pumped as fuck today. I'll smash abs like I wish an Asian dick would smash my horny ass.
Monkey chuckled into the chat, hit single biceps and winked at me.
The tall, blond Freddy checked out a passing chick in a skirt who gave him a quick once over.
Adonis_Freddy: Wish I could smash that pussy like I'm gonna smash chest today.
Punky_Monkey: Man, I'm horny as a motherfucker. I'll rape the squat rack to shreds. Can't wait till the pre-workout kicks in.
He hit lat spread while walking as we passed by a tree-shaded bench with chatting girls.
Punky_Monkey: I'm going full whiteboi today. Bull-mode on, fuckers.
Billy_Boi: Extra horny, huh? You're 100% pseudo-hard already.
Punky_Monkey: Dunno, man. With our plans for today, my dick is excited.
Billy_Boi: Keep it together. Accept your destiny.
Punky_Monkey: Easy for you to say, waggot.
A waggot, or `white faggot', though not necessarily a gay, stayed locked forever, out of respect to his superiors. It hadn't been as simple as Monkey made it sound.
Billy_Boi: Oh you think? My little whore ass would much rather be riding a superior rod right now.
Two white women in miniskirts walked by and although Freddy didn't look directly at them, he `thought' into the chat.
Adonis_Freddy: Hey girls, I'm gonna bang you so good you'll think I'm Asian.
Neither of the women reacted but they must have seen it.
All whiteys' scripts were public and so were white-only chat rooms. Every word and thought laid bare as a matter of public safety. Considering our dangerously sexist conversations, that was pretty understandable, I'd say.
Maybe this sounds like a fucked up privacy-hell but it was easy to turn off – we'll get to that.
After a while you got used to thinking out loud, saying every stupid horny idea with confidence. No use whispering when everything goes into your script. A whiteboi has no shame.
My eyes fell on a guy with slim muscles in jeans and a khaki shirt who took of his sunglasses to reveal a stunning face. I checked his bio while he checked the menu of a BBQ place.
Asians got to pick what their bios displayed. From his bio I learned he was 21 year old literature student Park Dong-Yul. A Korean doing an internship in Hong Kong. I had a thing for Koreans. Admittedly, I had a thing for every superior ethnicity but still.
I sent a message, which would be publicly displayed of course. He could choose to answer privately.
Billy_Boi: Good day, sir. This little waggot wishes to compliment how your well-fitting shirt frames your gorgeous body. They have excellent breakfast at this BBQ, but drinks are a little pricey. Please know that this whitey's mouth is at your disposal – for restaurant recs or a blowjob. Hope you have a great day.
He `liked' my message, which was lovely of him, but I was just glad to let him know he was hot.
My roommates had also been dishing out compliments, less successfully.
Adonis_Freddy: Fuck, these white bitches reported me for harassment.
I grinned at him.
Billy_Boi: I mean... You were being yourself.
Freddy rolled his eyes and got ready to be disciplined.
He took a stable position, legs apart, knees lightly bent, arms at his hips. Monkey and I slowed down.
The nearly invisible collar around Freddy's neck turned from red to yellow as he was muted by his Sense implant - all sound from his throat blocked.
Then he got disciplined.
Every fiber on him popped as he vibrated from pure, overwhelming pain, flexing harder than he could have voluntarily. Whiteys getting disciplined looked kinda sexy.
For three seconds, every muscle in Freddy's body rapidly spasmed from nerves being set on fire. His face contorted in a soundless scream, grimacing in horror with everything his body could give, eyes rolled into his head as he faced up to non-scream at the sky.
It wasn't torture, it was a justified reprimand.
The moment it was over, he acted like nothing had happened, only his heavy breath betraying his nonchalance. Those three seconds were enough to tank his pseudo-erection but it rapidly rose again. He unmuted – collar shimmering red again – and grinned with a shrug.
Adonis_Freddy: Whatever, those bitches weren't even superi-
The indicator lights on all our collars switched to yellow.
Someone walking behind us must have seen the rude b-word, because all three of us were suddenly muted. Don't worry, rude words weren't a cause for discipline. The stranger was just expressing their displeasure by making us shut up like you do with dumbly mooing bulls.
The Sense Implant made sure we couldn't speak out loud, or mentally type into the chat. That's how you could make your thoughts private, by the way. The script was locked as long as you were mute.
A countdown in the corner of my eye ran down from 60 seconds.
Freddy had tried to speak when he had been muted, so he was slack jawed now. If you tried to mouth words while mute, the Sense made your mouth hang wide open. No cheating.
I raised my middle finger at Freddy but his pupils were already ring-lit, indicating an active overlay. His bio told me he was watching a porn livestream of two lesbians. Nothing I wanted to tune into.
Maybe he had seen my gesture beneath the Sense overlay. It was pretty good at filtering real world information through. Not that I was actually mad at him. He was just being a whiteboi.
We kept going, shaking our asses to Sense music, Freddy drooling from his thin lips onto his buff chest. Being muted with an open mouth also stopped you from swallowing because your throat was inhibited.
Coming the other way was a seriously Jacked bald bull in a dark red nub-cup, barefoot like us. The tall, 88kg, 90% pseudo-hard dude with rippling veins, named Lucas, was carrying shopping bags for his Asian girlfriend who walked next to him. Yellow indicator lights zoomed along Lucas' neck, but there was no countdown in his bio. He just stayed muted out of respect. We gave each other nods as we passed.
I tried to send a `hi' out of habit and my jaw went slack. Yeah, I'm stupid like that but whatever, just one more drooling whaggot.
Lucas gave my ass a playful slap as he passed by, did a lazy `most muscular' at Monkey and my roommate with the buzzed mohawk flexed back.
We were halfway to our destination when the muting wore off, collars going red.
"Fuck," Monkey said right away. "It's happening. Ugh."
I tore my eyes away from my VR-avatar's perfect glutes and saw Monkey's bio. The pseudo-erection tracker had been replaced with "milking in progress: 3%".
His Sense had detected that his prostate was too full and had activated his plug. He would be gently anally milked until his caged dick emptied itself.
I chuckled. "Come on, do it."
"Yeah," Freddy said, "Don't hold back, bro. Accept your destiny."
"I'm such a plug-head, hehe" Monkey mumbled to himself.
Getting milked barely felt like anything. It gave you the palest, faintest shadow of an orgasm just because it was technically roundabout dick stimulation. But every nubbed idiot, even the most basic whiteboi, learned to appreciate the best thing in the universe - assgasms.
Monkey switched on the option which his inescapable milking had made available and his plug went to town on his walls.
The "milking" tracker was joined by another unmissable notification: "Lee Shen is attempting to anally climax".
The straight man's massive, smooth, ripped thighs quivered as the vibrations traveled out from his hole. He kept up with us but his cut abs flexed in the rhythm of his staggered breath.
A dozen passerby's bio-reading eyes were on him. They didn't see a musclebound, respectable, sexy hunk or a hardworking drudge. They saw a pathetic `Milky', desperately assgasming, accepting his destiny.
Maybe a few fellow inferiors envied his courage. A lot of Milkies never assgasmed in public.
Monkey's fingers went to his horseshoe piercings and he flicked his nipples with his fingernails.
Getting his walls shaken in public was one thing, but nipple play?
Billy_Boi: Monkey, dude! You're really chasing those points, hehe.
The assgasming bull smirked, playing every white man's favorite VR game: HOLE.
Heroes Of Lewd Entertainment, HOLE for short, made it more fun to be an inferior male. It was practically mandatory for Milkies.
Every one of your bios read "I am a HOLE".
In the current season, I was a level 7 HOLE, Freddy was level 5, Monkey was level 8.
By nipple playing in public while he had the assgasm machine running, Monkey slowly accumulated points.
With his milking progress at 50% he muted and deafened himself – collar lights going green - to focus and keep from making a sound as his nipple play turned more brutal. He always went hard.
While deafened in `condition green' Monkey couldn't hear or read our conversation as we swaggered through the local park.
Billy_Boi: He's not gonna train so hard at the gym now, huh? Never does when he got milked on the way. Hehe.
Adonis_Freddy: That fucker is gonna need a nap. Hahaha. Man, he's gotta be getting reported.
Billy_Boi: Yeah, but he's gotta do what he loves.
The blond hunk with rings dangling off his septum and perfectly sculpted pecs patted my shoulder.
Adonis_Freddy: True, waggot. Live your status to the max.
We got to the gym just as Monkey's prostate massage was at 100% and his tracker switched to "ejaculating" where it would probably stay for a good minute.
Maybe it was humiliating to have everyone see you were creaming a pathetic non-orgasm into your cup but vulnerability made us Milkies so likeable. There was empowerment in serving your superiors. And assgasm were always worth it.
The place was pretty packed for this early.
I made sure not to stare but I couldn't always help myself. The place was full of beautiful Asian man in shorts and t-shirts or tanks, showing off their tan skin, dark features, and natural perfection. Small, boyish twinks with black fringes, modelesque men with stunning, deep eyes, and buff athletes with worship-able thighs.
Between them were of course cattle - cupped and plugged, musclebound whiteys, stomping around and taking up space like the fucking pink ogres we are.
Many of those brutish bulls were getting milked as they pumped iron, just to make it even more obvious why we needed to be kept in check. Okay, maybe that was unfair, considering that no one surrounded by the divinity of fit Asian boys and men could have controlled themselves. Or women, I guess, since most of those whiteys were naturally straight, hoping to steal pussy from the superior men who deserved it.
Monkey put his hands on the wall and accepted his reprimand for public indecency after the nipple fingering.
With yellow indicator lights, he soundlessly screamed his lungs out in uncontrollable spasms as every nerve in his body was used to add a little much needed discipline to his life.
The massive, trembling Milky caught his breath between reprimands, then went back to soundlessly screaming at the wall, his huge back, ass and legs beginning to glisten with sweat as he got wrecked.
I checked out the gym's playlist, letting my Sense switch from a familiar electronic beat to an unknown, harsher one. I entered the gym's general chat room. Superiors could be anonymous here if they wanted.
Visitor_81: New record on the bench press. I'm finally putting in the effort to get Jacked for real.
Admin_2: Well done. Hope it keeps you motivated.
Waggot_TJ: Yo, anyone using the incline chest press in the middle? The lone towel's been there for ages.
Visitor_77: Yeah, me, Milky. Be back in a second.
Waggot_TJ: Thank you, sir.
Monkey was done with discipline, still slowly "ejaculating" into his nub, enjoying the last few assgasms before his milking was over.
With a grin he talked into the gym chat.
Punky_Monkey: Let's get shredded, let's get ripped, fuckers.
Visitor_77: Lifting so hard it makes you jizz, Milky?
Punky_Monkey: Sure thing, sir.
Finishing jizzing, Monkey dropped down to do burpee jumps toward the bathroom where he'd clean his cup. Filled with a night's worth of cum it would probably overflow if he got milked again later.
Milkies didn't exactly need to get dressed. I just dropped my bag in the locker we roommates rented right on the gym floor where we kept our gym shoes.
We had it easy that way – whitey privilege.
The lockers were transparent and several Milkies stored dildos there, even if a lot of straight ones wouldn't have admitted to using one. Mine was hidden in the bag, but the bag's Sense chip made its contents public anyway – Milkies couldn't be allowed to hide dangerous items.
Fuck, the Asian gods here were extra hot today. I wanted to worship every crotch in sight.
I muted myself. Wouldn't want to accidentally tell the group chat how much I wanted the guys here to rape me, just for it to go into the gym chat instead. Not again. Yes, it was public either way but still a faux pas.
I grabbed a towel and water bottle from the stack, paying by watching some ads in the corner of my eye.
Next to the lockers, in front of a mirror wall was a fit teen Milky with a crew cut, twerking to the music like he was in a gay dance club. He was a uni student, straight and a level 12 HOLE.
His twerking dance was sexy but this was a gym. Fucking whiteboi, thinking only with his nub.
I hopped onto a stationary bike and raced till I had a light sweat all over my naked self.
Next to me was my VR-avatar in his golden thong, virtually biking along with his power-thighs. He'd also serve as my fitness trainer.
An ad I got shown was for anal bleach. I could maybe use a touch up, so I ordered a few packs. I could have sworn I had one left, but Freddy tended to help himself to my cosmetics.
Speaking of Freddy.
The `Adonis', worked out his bulging pecs, while chatting to a girl on the other side of the gym. She was Chinese so her answers were private but she didn't bother privating Freddy's side of the conversation and the tall bull was shamelessly overselling himself as usual. I admired his confidence.
Not that he could outright lie, with his bio telling her everything. Just whiteboi banter about wanting 10 kids someday, as if he'd get that many reproduction permits.
Monkey, with his cup cleaned, was at the squat rack, leaning over for barbell rows, ass toward the gym floor.
He was hard to spot among equally Jacked Milkies with nothing but his shredded legs and glutes to go on. The gym's flexed arm motive was popular as a plug icon among the buffest guys here so his ass didn't identify him. Even his buzzed mohawk wasn't unique.
Milkies all kinda looked the same, especially from behind.
Almost none were muted since deep squats and barbell rows saw you leaning forward and you'd drool on the floor if you were slack jawed.
Most of them had similar gym ramblings in their scrips, thinking about pussy, getting massive, making gains, and mumbling `fuck' a bunch.
I got a message in the `Homo Hoes' chat that wasn't just the usual "I want so many Asian sirs to fuck my ass that I taste their cum in my mouth" blabla.
Mitchy_must_suffer: This is the best day of my life! Holy fuck. I'm actually crying. I'm legit tearing up.
Hal_says_hallo: Found a master?
Mitchy_must_suffer: Better.
Xue_Qiang: Now you've got me curious.
Qiang was Asian, which was why the chat was private. He was a sub with a fetish for superiors, letting us generously enjoy every Asian on Asian action he filmed.
Mitchy_must_suffer: Check the most popular avatar downloads. Bye. I won't be available for the next few years.
I had bought a small selection of avatars aside from my current obsession biking beside me. I checked the `popular' tab and slipped out of the petal-straps. I cried out in surprise and since I was muted the Sense made my jaw go slack.
With my heart in my throat I dropped 250 NewYen on the VR likeness of Beom Ki-Woo, better known as Power-Qi, lead rapper of "The 7 Diamonds", 20 years old, bisexual. Their debut single "Golden Hour" was basically my lullaby.
His perfect 180cm (5'1") body appeared before me in casual attire that showed off his elegant, boyish buffness. His slanted eyes twinkled at me as he smirked with that cherubic mouth – the one that had made the internet vote him as the most kissable boy-group leader.
I undressed his avatar to the undies. Naturally my pseudo-erection was at 100% and everyone could see it if their eyes glanced over me. I didn't care to wait. Live your status to the fucking max.
Panting, I hopped off the bike and walked on weak legs to the nearest squat rack.
"Shall we?" asked Power-Qi in his warm, raspy voice. I activated my training program on him. "I'll guide you, Billy."
Yeah, no wonder Mitch had been so worked up. Hearing Power-Qi say my name made me want to worship his VR-self right on the gym floor.
He stood inside the rack, slightly squatting so that my face was going to meet his crotch if I squatted with optimal depth. And I was fucking going to.
It was rare that a k-pop idol put their avatar out, even though it made massive bank. It just didn't fit their image to do so.
While putting on the weight plates, I checked what the limits of this avatar were. Could I make him say gay things? Degrading things? Filthy things?
I nearly pissed myself with shock. He had a full hardcore option. Surely, I was going to wake up in my bed any second.
I confirmed the transfer of another 250 NewYen to unlock `hardcore' and Power-Qi's erect, pulsing, incredibly cute 13cm (5") dick was just where my face was going to be with every squat. His foreskin was halfway down his glistening head. His balls hung low. I had never wished more that the Sense Implant could reproduce smell or taste – or touch.
I went down, fighting to urge to unmute and beg for his imaginary load.
"Good job, Billy," the VR-avatar said. "You have great form."
Little whiteboi bitch Kim Bill squatted for his life. I was going to make Power-Qi proud. My legs would burn. Maybe I'd even snatch some of Monkey's level 3 protein-gel and get more Jacked.
Once I could squat no more, I moved on, navigating around a massive bull and his teen son twerking like idiots in front of the mirror. They made way when a superior came through. I gave the son's bubble butt a firm grope as I walked past and he hit back-double-bi for me.
All bench press stations were in use but one Milky just sat there with ringed irises, watching porn. His pinkish skin sweat drenched, blond fringe standing up, horny 23 year old `Jayden' started getting milked.
I flicked the left one of his thin nipple rings, which matched his septum ring, to get his attention.
"Oh, hi. One set left," he said and gripped the bar.
I nodded, still muted, and kept looking at Power-Qi's impossibly adorable dick on his lean frame as he warmly smiled at me.
Finally on the bench press, I had Power-Qi hover over me, his dick coming down with the barbell. A dream come true.
So it went. On the decline bench I did crunches with the k-pop idol's face meeting mine at the top, gently singing `Golden Hour' to me. On the free weights I did bent-over lateral raises with his asshole in front of my face. Would you believe he had the world's most adorable asshole?
I must have looked so dumb, trying to tongue the air as I drooled.
"A little deeper," Power-Qi told me, looking back. "Keep your back arched, like this." He pushed his ass out, hole right where my mouth needed to stay.
Someone force-unmuted me and sent me a private chat.
Ho_Wesheng: Is that your towel chilling on the decline?
Fuck. In my haste to serve a digital superior I had been rude to my real life ones.
Billy_Boi: I'm so sorry, sir.
I looked for him, dumbbells heavy by my side.
Billy_Boi: I'm such a stupid Milky. Just drop it on the floor, sir.
Ho_Wesheng: Sure.
The superior Chinese guy, Wesheng, wiped my towel to the ground and nodded at me from the distance. He was pretty hot. I mean, almost every Asian was at least kinda' hot but even coming off a Power-Qi high' I found Wesheng decent. His physique wasn't too Jacked, just lightly enhancing his stocky build. He had his gorgeous black hair in a classic undercut.
There wasn't anything in the public section of his bio that would have told me his sexual orientation and I wasn't going to bother him, having a virtual toy to focus on. I simply shot him a generic compliment for his lickable legs.
I took a look at the group chat.
Monkey was going to stay at the gym for another hour, like usual. Freddy was finished. The blond Milky had posted his usual workout selfie of him hitting side chest – requesting the footage from the gym's holo-cams - and was about to get a drink at the shop across the street.
I finished my set, without Power-Qi's help, and headed for the showers. Wesheng had already moved on, so I picked up my towel from beside the empty bench.
My pseudo erection wasn't going under 95% and I felt the horniness so keenly I was considering secretly `assturbating' on the toilet with the dildo in my bag.
It was a matter of reproductive safety, aka cum control, to check our sexual activities, so in every white man's bio was a line called "unauthorized anal stimulation", listing the most recent sex toy uses, what type of toy it had been and how often this happened on average.
My last dildo ride had been yesterday, Monkey's just this morning.
A slight majority of straight Milkies paid a monthly 25 NewYen fee to keep this information redacted. Freddy was one of them.
This gym was pretty gay friendly, so I saw a lot more Milkies than usual with their anal toy info openly in their bio. A good deal of them had the last assplay listed as a minute ago when they came back from the toilet, carrying their dildo as innocuously as possible.
Should I get some more anal stimulation, with Power-Qi rapping to me?
No, my tall, blond roommate was waiting. I left my shoes at the locker and headed for the showers.
The showers were past the locker-room where stunning Asian gods changed outfits. The sight of casually bare naked superiors made my knees weak. I unmuted to compliment on a stunning, brown skinned ass just as it vanished in boxer shorts.
The showers consisted of three shower heads without separation.
A seriously Jacked Milky named Carl, in a shiny purple cup with a purple streak on his mohawk, was crouching under a showerhead set to icy cold, riding a black 10cm (4") dildo. Carl's 90kg (200lbs) of lean whiteboi muscle smacked into the ground as he humped on his haunches, fingers on his rock hard, studded nipples.
His collar was lit up blue, meaning he was mute, deaf and blind to the outside world. He was watching Milky humiliation porn on his Sense but it was straight stuff so I didn't bother checking it out.
He could get in trouble for his actions but, as I said, pretty gay friendly gym. He slowly amassed a trickle of HOLE points, already up to a respectable level 11 in this season.
Two superiors had just finished showering, chatting in Shanghainese, which I couldn't follow. They were 30-somethings, both a bit shorter than me, cute as buttons. They paid the drooling dildo-rider no mind.
As they walked by me I sent both a message telling them they could freely drain their balls into me, just in case. I got one `like' but sadly no response.
I had the showers all to myself, aside from the `blue' Carl, and enjoyed a refreshing rinse.
While warm water flowed over me, washing off shampoo, someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Wesheng, naked. His low hanging package was crowned by a precise tuft of pubes.
"Hey HOLE," he said with an adorable smirk that turned his eyes to slits.
As an active Hero Of Lewd Entertainment I didn't hesitate. I bowed – properly.
A Bull's Bow is like a toe-touch. You keep your legs and back straight and bend forward until you touch the ground, ideally with your palms down flat. You should form a gentle curve from the top of your ass to your head, getting as low as possible.
I'll admit my flexibility was lacking, so I had to stand shoulder-wide apart.
Wesheng patted my lower back. "Does Billy boi want some points?"
My voice echoed from the floor tiles. "Yes, Master. How can this waggot serve you?"
"Look here."
I rose from my bull's bow. The Asian patted his crotch, a semi hard-on already.
"Thank you, Master," I said and went on my knees, out of the way of the showers stream.
Wesheng stepped under the water and I took his dick in my mouth, quickly, before the delicious taste could get washed away.
The superior man grabbed me by the hair and set me to green - muted and deafened, which meant I could hear nothing but my thumping gym beats. I switched it to my `blowjob beats' playlist.
With the Chinese master's crotch in my face I couldn't tell if anyone walked past us as he fucked my face. Thrilling.
My HOLE points were slowly ticking up. As a gay guy I had an easier time racking up points, since neither of my roommates had such an easy time finding ways to fuck in public.
Of course the real reward was that I got to please a gorgeous Asian. It was our joy and pride to serve with our lips, tongues and throats - and asses. And I wasn't saying that as a waggot, but as a Milky, period.
Wesheng's 12cm or so (4.7") were easy enough to swallow, including the balls. Small Asian dicks were not just prettier, but also easier to handle, as if made to be in someone's eager mouth at all times without even thinking about it.
Carl next to us eventually finished his ride, falling back to a red-lit collar. The moment he had rinsed off his hole, he put his regular plug back in and it was instantly milking him. He left, looking exhausted from who knows how many minutes of unauthorized assgasms.
Master Wesheng unmuted me. "Ass?"
"Of course. Thank you, s-"
He set me to `green' again and my mouth hung open since I had try to speak while muted.
I tore my plug out and took a sloppy Bull's Bow, with my knees slightly bent.
My ass was perfectly prepared to receive dick and I soundlessly moaned at the shiver inducing stimulation of my only sex organ, drooling uncontrollably.
Three chatting teens entered. I was deafened but I could watch them while my ass got pleasured with rough humps.
One was Asian by the name of Ying, with a pretty face and a slim body worthy of worship.
His two friends were whiteys, Isaac and Ben, with brutish faces, colorfully died hair, pseudo hard nubs. They were more Jacked than normal at that age, with large nose rings and industrial piercings, Isaac on the left ear, Ben on the right.
A quick glance at their bios made it clear the three were boyfriends. Those were two lucky as fuck teen bulls.
The pretty, superior teen used one shower, one of his boyfriends took the other. The last one waited, twerking hard with his fingers rubbing his studded nipples.
To my great disappointment, my ass was abandoned and my top pushed me to my knees. I turned around to get facefucked once again.
Not soon after, Master Wesheng let me have his cream, rubbed his spit-lubed dickhead under the shower and left.
I got up and towel dried, still mute and deaf, only accompanied by my music.
At the whitey cleaning station next to the showers I pushed a tube into my hole and got cleaned out like magic.
Meanwhile, a much thinner tube snapped to the tip of my nub and flushed it out. It's one of very few things that have permission to manipulate the nub in any way.
The stream was just enough to clean, not enough to cause stimulation.
The showering boyfriends had started making out, while the twerking one used the now free shower.
I requested the holo-cam footage from the shower. Master Wesheng was automatically blurred out of course, while Carl was not. I posted a clip as "not even sorry I let @Adonis_Freddy wait, haha".
All fresh, I put in my plug. It oozed a load of AssPop and my eyes rolled back into my head. I fought the urge to plugfuck myself on the spot and headed back to the gym floor.
Someone reported me for fucking in public. Possibly Wesheng himself, to remind me of my place, or anyone who had seen my post.
It was a superior's burden to keep us cattle in check. I had made the choice to follow my animal urges, plug-head that I was, and that deserved consequences, even if those urges were in line with my status.
I wasn't going to pay the 100 NewYen fee for my offence – I never did. Instead I stood to the side, out of the way, facing a wall mirror with a broad stance and accepted getting disciplined.
My plug and collar sent pure pain along my spine, letting it rush into the limbs from my searing torso. I vibrated as my muscles spasmed under torture and screamed without a sound at my reflection, face reddening, veins bulging.
Breathing through the pain like everybody recommended was basically impossible. I had yet to see a Milky who wasn't fighting for air once the reprimand ended.
It only lasted five seconds but as we Milkies say, discipline always feels twice as long.
Coming out of a reprimand always felt like waking up from a dream, like those seconds were enough to let me forget a world that wasn't pure pain even existed.
Just out of interest, I messaged Carl, who had already left the gym. Naturally he had been reported, too. Four times 20 seconds of discipline. That might not even have been worth the HOLE points but he didn't care. He, too, had put the footage on his socials where he showed off a lot of similar activities.
Which reminded me to check the current HOLE tasks.
The daily task was ball torture. Again? Not my thing. The task for gyms was fully public twerking. Ah, that explained the dancing Milkies in here.
If I wanted a shot at beating Monkey, the level 8 HOLE who was doing pull ups right now, I had to do some tasks.
I grabbed my shoulder bag from the locker, took position in front of the mirrors where half the gym could see me and redid the little tail of my high undercut.
I summoned Power-Qi in a thong with the 7 Diamond emblem and told him to twerk. With my hands on my knees I pumped my ass to the fast tunes.
It wasn't elegant twerking but looking at my favorite k-pop idol having fun put me in the right mood. I was horny as hell. If I had become randomly unlocked I would have jerked off my dick, despite how unlike my waggot-self that was.
Not many people paid attention. The Milkies were probably also "Heroes" who knew the task and anyone who wasn't saw just another uncontrolled, obnoxious whiteboi doing some dumb shit.
After a surprisingly exhausting minute, the task finally started counting points. Ugh, hardly worth it, but I was kind of committed. I was about to shoot Freddy a message when my bio changed.
The "pseudo-erection 100%" tracker became "milking in progress 0%". I felt the excruciatingly slow pulses of my plug travel into my guts. Well, even a little waggot slut like me should have seen that coming.
With basically no points earned, I stopped, turned off my VR-avatar and flipped the plug to anal stimulation.
My walls were kneaded with involuntary pleasure, perfectly tailored for my anatomy. My thighs flexed uncontrollably as I wobbled to the front door. Everyone could see I was trying to assgasm in my bio if it wasn't obvious from my walk.
The world's best feeling washed over me as I emerged from the building. Pre-orgasms rolled up my spine as gentle waves and radiated into my quivering thighs. And nobody gave me more than a glance. Whitey privilege.
With my milking at 30% progress I made it to the boba shop across the road. There were four tables out front, two taken by Asian couples, one by a white woman and her two half-Asian kids.
Despite the free table, Freddy was casually kneeling on the whitey-mat with a lazy front lat spread, just to make sure he wasn't taking space from any incoming Asians. Basic respect.
I sent a quick summary of my adventures with Master Wesheng and my twerking antics into the chat.
Briefly, I gushed over Power-Qi, but my roomies wouldn't really get it. I looked into the "7 Diamonds" fan chat where everyone was going crazy about the avatar and crying about their wallets.
The Beom Ki-Woo fanclub was collecting money for a thank you gift to our honored rapper. I added 10 NewYen to get my name on the long list he'd get with the gift box.
My attempts at anal stimulation were finally a success at 70% milking progress. A full anal orgasm thundered through my spine, thighs and soul.
I mentally dedicated my assgasm to Master Power-Qi, a stray thought which my Sense put right into my script. I wondered if any 7 Diamond fans were around to see that.
Waves of assgasms continued to wreck me as I walked up to the boba stall and used last month's HOLE points to get half price off my bubble tea. Yes, 2.48 NewYen boba for being a good "hero" – whitey privilege again.
I went to my knees on the whitey-mat next to Freddy, sipping my drink, watching the crowd as if I wasn't getting my ass vibration-pounded beautifully, shivers hunting each other through my inferior being, like the fucked up animal I was. Honestly, we Milkies had it better than our superiors.
Freddy was watching porn – three Thai guys gangbanging a white girl - while chatting with his soccer buddies.
I put on my playlist of milking songs, starting with the loud, hard techno rap "Brain-rape me" by White Dawn.
The song began with deep base and screechy whooping sounds. The lead singer's demonically distorted voice said "Are you cumming waggot? Of course not. Cumming is for Asian Masters. You only assturbate."
Then the track really started as DJ Waggot Fuck let loose. "I'm on the pile of master's toys// broken, used and full of joy.// Bitchbois live for Asian dick// always swallow, never spit.// Master, brain-brain-brain-rape me."
I sort of danced with my arms and shoulders as the milking reached completion and my assgasm settled into a shallow wave in my lower abdomen.
My bio now read "ejaculating" while my dick drained itself into the cup.
I kept sipping protein enriched oolong boba, my Sense keeping track of the nutrient intake.
I went blue' for a little – mute, deaf, blind – to keep from saying anything too horny in my script. Shut off from the world I loaded up a full surround' barely-legal Korean twink orgy. Six boys going at it, looking just like the real thing, and me kneeling right I front of them.
The song ended. Which one was the playlist going to choose next? Whiteboi Must Suffer, Whore for China-cock, The Last Milking?
No, it was an old favorite I hadn't heard in a while, starting with a robotic voice saying "warning: subject is attempting to anally climax".
I unmuted.
Billy_Boi: Hey, I haven't heard that one in a while.
Freddy tuned into my Sense to listen in.
Adonis_Freddy: That one was all the rage during school when milking-core got big. Brings back memories.
We heard an ever faster and higher pitched "What are you? What are you?" followed by a base drop and a satanically deep voice repeating the chorus.
We both mouthed along. "Milky, Milky. Subhuman pig. I'm a subhuman pig. I'm a subhuman pig. Milky Milky..."
When I had finished pathetically "ejaculating", I didn't want to run around with "cup laden" in my bio. Since I had already finished my tea, I just turned toward the wall and cleaned up.
Nothing was easier than cleaning a cup. You popped it off, drank the cum, gave it a lick and snapped it back on. If you were already in a bathroom you might as well wash it but as long as nobody saw you, a Milky was just one gulp away from a clean cup.
I didn't envy Asian men for having to worry about fashion. Whitey privilege again.
************************* *** Perspective: Ying *** *************************
Ying had always had a thing for Milkies.
They were naked, sex-crazed animals but also really fucking fun to hang out with. Perfect boyfriend material for an Asian gay teen whose chemistry degree didn't leave him time for emotionally invested relationships.
Making out with Isaac in the gym showers was hot. The whiteboi with a blue buzzed mohawk had put on more mass in accordance with Ying's wishes, now at 78kg (172lbs).
Teasing Isaac with a gentle rub of the inner thighs, Ying finished the shower and headed for the locker room, towel drying.
Ying spanked Ben's wet ass on the way out. The boy with an orange buzzed mohawk gave him a nod and turned the water hotter.
"Sir?"
Ying flicked the boy's studded nipples. "I'll get dressed. Let's grab boba after."
"Sir," Ben said with a sheepish grin. "Can I watch-"
Isaac threw an arm over Ben's chest from behind. "Man, stop it. No straight porn while we're dating. That's the rules."
Ying had been excited about dating a straight guy like Ben, thinking it would be quite different from a gay boyfriend. Turns out Milkies are rather alike. They obey, they love assfucking, they're not very smart – great boyfriends if you're not into deep conversations or fancy dinner.
Ying rolled his eyes. "See you outside, bitches."
They grinned at him and mock-saluted. Their `Yes sir' echoed from the tiles.
Ben was Isaac's cousin – that's how Ying had met the straight one – but there was no family drama. Good thing Milkies were simpleminded.
A minute later the trio walked across the street, Ben drooling with a wide open jaw down his broad abs past his orange cup, staring after gym going girls.
Isaac meanwhile patted his blue cup, smirking as if the perfectly soft nub was going to expand to its 17cm (6.7") just because he was pseudo-erect.
"Checked the HOLE task today?" the gay whitey asked. "Want to bust my balls?"
Ying looked after two Milkies leaving the bubble tea place, a tall blond and a cute one with PAC themed gear. "Nah, do each other. I'll order our usual."
Ben stayed muted and drooling, took a broad stance and put his hands behind his head.
Isaac rammed his muscled thigh into the straight cousin's crotch.
Ben's eyes rolled back into his head as he quivered. Then he unmuted. "Fuck, that didn't count."
"Did I mess up?"
"Well duh. Try a flatter angle, I think you hit my nub more than my balls."
"Well, it's all pretty squished in that cup, hehe. Sure your 15cm aren't getting hard for real?" (5.9")
Ben chucked. "15 and a half, fuck you very much." (6.1")
Ying took his first sip of bubble tea as boyfriend blue' crushed the balls of boyfriend orange' again.
"Fuck," Ben said. "It hurts right, but it's not counting. I'm looking it up on the forums. Ah, they made it harder. You have to really ball bust now."
"Can do."
Isaac used his arm this time, side tackling Ben's crotch. The muted victim squatted and swallowed hard, taking deep breaths.
"My turn to get points, hehe," Isaac said.
"With pleasure, cousin."
Ben shot up and rammed his leg between Isaac's.
"Fuuuck," the gay whitey whimpered as he bit his lips. "Not hard enough."
Ying noticed the other tea drinkers watching, including a mixed bull, young enough to wear clothes – a `calf' – watching his own future with fascination.
Finally Isaac got the coveted HOLE points, too, ball busted hard enough.
"Okay," Ben said. "As soon as the task cooldown wears off in an hour we're doing that again."
Ying took another sip. "Or you could practice now, haha."
Isaac shrugged, both hands still rubbing his aching package. "In a sec, we both got discipline pending. Guess we were a bit loud."
Ying put down their three teas while the buff boys were muted and reprimanded, soundlessly screaming their lungs out at each other, striations beautifully popping with torture-tremors.
Really, one Milky would have been enough for a top – hole always ready, sex drive always on, like the cute beasts they were. But Ying greatly enjoyed the unlocks. The desperation of a Milky hammering Ying into the mattress was magical.
And if you wanted to bottom like that every month, you needed a roster – or a couple of adorable, plug-brained boyfriends.
Yeah, he loved these two nub-heads.
Note:
This was a tame beginning, but Billy's adventure is going to get a lot more perverse soon.
Stay tuned for more pleasure, pain and Asian worship.