****************************** *** The Sound of Whiteness *** ******************************
*** Chapter 3 ***
*** Calibrated for Success ***
We three adult Milkies and one teen jostled our way through the crowd, skin on skin much of the time so we would not to cut off an Asian, making it past food stalls and holographic shops.
Jojo pulled a tube of protein from his bag and sucked it dry in one gulp.
Chen_Lou: Fuck, someone reported us for Plugface.
Adonis_Freddy: Just noticed, huh? But being a little rude isn't a serious offence. This stuff is always just a 20 NewYen fee. Don't sweat it.
Chen_Lou: Do I really have to pay that?
Musclefreak_Jojo: Not if you take the punishment like a man.
Chen_Lou: There goes my allowance, I guess.
Adonis_Freddy: Oh come on. Be a proud HOLE.
Chen_Lou: Fine, fuck it.
Out of the way of clothed, smart, lean natives, we subhuman pigs took broad half-squat stances in a circle, grinning at each other – the youngest nervously.
From the collar to the plug and radiating into the limbs, we got reamed by pain, every vein popping, every muscle quivering.
With mouths torn wide open above yellow gleaming necks, we screamed our lungs out without a sound.
For three seconds that felt like thirty, we were allowed to feel the reminder that our genetically lacking self-restraint had to be corrected.
"Okay," Jojo said calmly a second later and rolled his shoulders. "I'm feeling a bit dry. Help me out, Billy?"
He pulled out a spray can and I sprinkled him with lotion until he had a gentle sheen head to toe. It was moisturizer, blemish balm and sunscreen all in one, making a Milky's skin smooth and sexy, shimmering all over without feeling sticky.
Freddy was next.
Lou stayed muted, keeping his opinions to himself, drooling deep in thought. He unmuted once it was his turn to get lotion sprayed on.
Chen_Lou: Fuck. I feel like a pervert and a criminal.
Adonis_Freddy: Yeah, sounds about what a white man should feel like, if you ask me, hehe.
Billy_Boi: Ha. My first month felt like I'm going crazy, but Milkies are just like that. Get used to the sensation. It's more fun once you're so horny every step feels like edging.
Musclefreak_Jojo: Same here. I felt so fucking exposed and confused, like just existing was a crime, but you'll grow into it as soon as you find Milky shit you enjoy and chase a high calibration.
Adonis_Freddy: You're one of the big bulls, now, kid. Nubbed, plugged, collared and... You'll get ringed soon, I'm guessing?
Chen_Lou: Is it really that important? Okay, dumb question, yes I will. I'm so horny I feel like I'll orgasm if I finger my nipples. Man, I can't believe I just put that in the script where everyone can see it. Fuck.
Adonis_Freddy: Great. I recommend you go for dumbbell studs like-
A white asshole next to us whistled after a superior teen girl. She didn't look back but she or some onlooker set all Milkies in the area to `blue'.
Mute, deaf and blind to the outside world, I dropped to my knees, hands behind my back, and waited the long 30 seconds with full surround `barely legal' orgy porn.
You may think I had good reason to be mad at guys like the whistler, but no, he was just being himself – keeping his `calibration' in balance.
When you grow up being told you're "inferior" that could damage your mental health and make you want to give up on life. Which would suck. So we Milkies got encouraged to be ourselves, live our status to the max and have no shame. For this we got a calibration in our bio, telling us – and the world – how well our outside actions matched our inner desires.
If you curled up into a ball and gave up, the calibration would remind you that it detected a lot you wanted to see and do, fostering mental health.
Before the calibration was implemented, a lot of whitebois had been wallflowers, not daring to ask their crushes out or to do HOLE tasks. Nowadays, even an introverted gay nerd like me felt motivated to be out and proud.
In fact, I was happy about my `harmonious' calibration score. Everyone could see in my bio that I was living my best life.
The collar's light trails went back to red and I saw that the others had also been waiting on their knees. Lou in front of me was slowest to rise. It had probably been his first blinding.
Jojo sprayed me with lotion, so us four were sparkling with a light sheen all over for now. It was good to have a friend who was diligent about skincare.
As we walked Lou's status became "Milking 0%... 1%... 2%..."
The shiny teen among us shivered. He was still watching porn, overlaid over his eyesight.
Adonis_Freddy: Wow, again? Someone's horny.
Chen_Lou: Been all day. What do I do?
Adonis_Freddy: Turn your plug up, of course.
Chen_Lou: I only have the one they give you after the Upgrade. Doesn't have options.
Freddy stopped in his tracks. "What the nub? Seriously? Now there's something to spend your birthday money on."
Lou looked uncertain.
I patted his shoulder. "It's essential. If you think you're horny now, give it a few weeks. You won't even want to unlock if you get an assgasm with every cupshot. If you register and become a stray, you could even be a goldstar waggot – someone who's never bothered with a hard-on since Upgrading."
"I'll think about it," Lou said.
"And get a meditation app," Freddy said. "With practice you can achieve a thoughtless assgasm nirvana."
"Plug meditation?" Lou asked. "Whiteys really do that?"
I nodded. "Most Milkies become expert meditators. You can turn your brain off while walking, training, dildo-riding – anytime you assgasm. Focus on your breathing and think only with your hole."
"Sounds... interesting, but" he groaned, "Man, I just wanna fuck a bitch, sink my dick into a pussy. Actually, I'm so horny I could probably fuck a dude."
His tracker switched to "ejaculating". It would do nothing to ease his arousal.
Freddy laughed. "Just a day ago you were so shy. Now you're talking like a real whiteboi. As you should. You'll be `brilliant' in no time."
Brilliant' was a high calibration score. The freshly treated teen was currently neutral' but holding back with his wishes would see him go down to bleak' or deceptive'.
"Sure, I'd like that," Lou said. "I just need to indulge myself, right?"
"Kinda," Freddy said. "Bad deeds don't count. Crime, or being lazy don't increase your score just because you have those desires."
"Yeah," Jojo said with a laugh. "That would be a mess. But giving compliments counts, if it's something you want to do. Unless you get reported for harassment, so I'd stick to complimenting men only."
"As if you did that," I said with a chuckle and the massive mixed guy shrugged his huge shoulders, pink braid along his back swinging as he looked after a chick.
Just to make a point – and keep my calibration up – I sent compliments to a few superior hotties about their naturally tan skin and shapely calves. I got one public `like' and hoped for a few secret ones.
The cousins fell behind as we left the station, plug shopping on the Sense Market.
Jojo threw a beefy arm around me. "You got some cream in there? Forgot mine."
First I figured he was talking about my laden cup but his eyes were on my bag, its content listed publically by the Sense chip inside. Whitefire Cooling Cream wasn't something you'd find Asians carrying it so it was highlighted as unusual.
"As you can see," I said. "Want some?"
I opened the tub and Jojo took a fingertip, then rubbed little circles around his nipples where his studs still glowed pink.
I did the same around my studs. It was almost as good as fingering my nipples properly.
Having wet, shiny nipples in public was pretty obvious but the skincare kept it from standing out, only adding to our sheen.
With difficulty I tore my fingers away from the slickened areas. Every movement in the light breeze was pleasurable.
We swerved around a little construction site where a pile-driver-bot carved the sidewalk apart for a few Milkies to haul.
Jojo did construction drudgery sometimes, as did Monkey, but the pink haired bodybuilder didn't seem to know any of the guys sweating on that site.
We headed into an airy mall with an assortment of cafes, bars and restaurants organically weaving around a central water feature.
At the entrance Lou and Jojo dropped off their footwear in open storage, while we barefoot whiteys cleaned our soles on a hygiene-mat that left them spotless.
Adonis_Freddy: All right, bitches, time to see if Lou can find a date or has to go waggot forever.
I chuckled.
Billy_Boi: Don't scare the boy, nub-head. You didn't get your first girlfriend till months after the Upgrade.
Freddy shoulder tackled me with a grin.
Adonis_Freddy: Fuck you, plug-brain.
Chen_Lou: Man, this is all a lot. I mean, I knew everyone would get to see my... everything, but going from calf to Milky and hopping right into dating lounges is overwhelming.
Adonis_Freddy: It's great you're so straightforward about how you feel but we're already here so suck it up. Also, we're not actually getting you a date, kid. We're just checking out some of my favorite spots.
Musclefreak_Jojo: Yeah, don't expect to get action. We're just showing you the ropes.
Chen_Lou: Fine. Thanks, I guess.
The pink haired, muscle-bulging Jojo turned to a holo-ad screen, popped his cup off and sucked his cupshot. I used his massive frame to hide myself as I did the same.
Freddy was still unladen while Lou kept his two loads, mumbling insecure musings into his script.
Our attire was as formal as a whitey's outfit got. Me with PAC-themed plug and cup, Freddy with black cup and rebellious `middle finger' plug, Jojo with braid, plug and cup in pink.
Lou looked a bit immature, lacking nipple and septum piercings. The teen swallowed hard and fixed his hair in a shopping window.
All of us were mildly sparkling from lotion.
The lounge had a queue of a dozen whitebois, doing their best to impress.
All stayed flexed in casual poses to show off their bodies. Most glistened from fresh lotion, too.
Some went for bright colors and patterns on their cups to stand out like Jojo, using fake gold nipple and septum rings, glowing studs, or brightly dyed hair, but most kept their head shaved or otherwise subtle.
About half the guys' clothes were shiny, sparkling for attention. Their nipple piercings were often complimented by earrings or necklaces under their collars. Anything to look nice for the girls.
Since a Hole's body was always on display, and being inferior gave us something to prove, most men were Jacked past what a typical Asian bothered to aim for.
Slim-muscular guys like me and Lou were underrepresented. Freddy's Adonis body type, excruciatingly proportioned for maximum female interest, was fairly common. Jojo was still among the buffest dudes.
Milkies tended to scoot close together so we didn't stand in the way of the smart races and here, too, the queued men stood cup on ass, lined up like cattle before the auction, except happy to be here.
Most guys were casually swinging their hips to tunes on their Senses, rubbing on strangers in front and behind them. None were less than half pseudo-hard.
A trio of young women in tight dresses walked past the line, right for the entrance. The scripts above the Jacked whitebois in line filled up with compliments, catcalls and begging as the men tried to get the girls attention with their unsubtle dance moves, biceps flexes and playful growling.
Lou leaned back and whispered, "Why is there no general chat room for the lounge?"
Freddy slapped him on the back. "No whispering, nub-brain," he said, overly loud. "If you've got a question, don't hold back. It's bad for your calibration, kiddo."
"But I don't want to look stupid."
Jojo laughed. "A whiteboi has no shame. If you're stupid, be stupid to the max."
I sent a message. The teen was probably more comfortable subvocalizing.
Billy_Boi: Can you imagine the never-ending `please fuck me' if Milky's got to chat in there? We're muted by default inside, at least until we're seated.
Adonis_Freddy: Yeah. You wait for a chick to unmute you at the bar or you stick with your friends.
Chen_Lou: Oh, okay. Lacking friends here, I guess you'll do.
Freddy laughed hard.
Adonis_Freddy: See? Baby cousin got humor.
A Chinese woman in a purple hanfu left the lounge and the queued holes went berserk with compliments, flexing and begging. She smirked and let her eyes wander over the available bull beef. If she messaged any of them, it was in private.
Chen_Lou: But then how do I communicate with chicks? Do they take the first step?
Adonis_Freddy: Kind of. They can unmute you. Write a status if you want.
Any bio had a free text box, ideal for situations like this.
Lou scanned over the men in line before us and what their bios said.
Freddy's message to the world was fairly typical. Next to a dramatically lit, professional pic of him doing the Zyzz pose it said, "Tall, fun-loving sexgod with Scandinavian roots looking to have a fun night. Standing offer for eastern beauties, but all cuties welcome. My dick may be average for a whitey but my skills are legendary."
I edited my free text to, "Gay guy here for a first timer's moral support. Check out Golden Hour by The 7 Diamonds on Sense Cloud [link]."
Chen_Lou: They all say "standing offer for queens" or "eating superior pussy with standing offer". Should I make the `standing offer', too?
A standing offer simply meant that a woman who agreed to a date – or sex – got all money in your savings account. It had started as offering specific sums but soon enough, straight Milkies were outbidding each other until it was just whatever they had in the bank.
You could only do it once in a while, of course, having to recharge your account over months for an enticing amount.
Adonis_Freddy: If you want. Not every girl likes to see that but I get more pussy since I made the jump.
Billy_Boi: Probably not this time, hehe. The 70 bucks in your account wouldn't even get you my ass.
Adonis_Freddy: Shut it, waggot.
Billy_Boi: But in all seriousness, Lou, do what feels right.
Another Milky, Lance, 44, got in line behind us and laid his buff arms on my and Lou's shoulder. He was short, broad chested, with a baby blue, sparkling cup, huge nipple rings and a septum horseshoe.
"Don't go crazy, Lou," he said, still shaking his ass to music on his Sense. "Get used to the ambiance, get comfortable. When my youngest turned sweet seventeen I brought him here and I remember how intimidated he was. Fuck, I was scared shitless on my first bar run. Don't sweat it. And happy birthday."
"Oh, thanks sir," Lou said, timid.
"Sir?" Lance laughed. "Nah, man, we're all cup-jizzers here, buddy." He winked at Freddy.
Lou smiled and relaxed. "Sure, thanks man. I'm liking the Milky life more and more."
Freddy fist bumped Lance. "Cattle comes in herds. He's right, we're all Holes here."
The teen boy edited his status to say "Got Upgraded today. Just here to chill with my bros."
His 100% pseudo-erection betrayed his excitement as did his greedy stare when more girls walked past the queue to go right in.
Adonis_Freddy: Nicely written, kid. Any other questions before we're muted?
Chen_Lou: Just... This is embarrassing but...
Musclefreak_Jojo: Good, out with it! The more embarrassing the better. Get calibrated.
Chen_Lou: Will I ever stand a chance with my body? I thought I looked great but these guys are Jacked as fuck.
Billy_Boi: They're just compensating. Hehe, right, Jojo?
Musclefreak_Jojo: Most chicks don't like the extreme, hyper-muscular type. But Milkies kinda raised the bar for what is too muscular over the years.
Adonis_Freddy: It's pretty much how we compete with superior men. We're not as smart, or crafty or disciplined so we get huge as fuck and work hard. You'll love it once you're seeing progress.
Billy_Boi: Milkies gotta work for a hard dick by getting a hard body first. We got enough privileges as it is. As they say, "whitey works harder, Asian works smarter".
Lance, the stranger, grinned at me. "I remember it as `whitey works, Asian jerks'. Back in my teen days the whiteys were a lot more concerned with jerk-off rights, and honestly one hour a month is ideal. If I got to jerk off more I'd never get anything done."
Jojo nodded. "Same. I can't imagine unlocking every week. Takes at least two to get back up to full-force assgasms."
Chen_Lou: Haha, I hear it sometimes as `Pasty mouth sucks, Yellow dick fucks'.
A few Milkies in line who had been casually reading along with our conversation stirred. Freddy smacked his little cousin in the back of the head hard. "Dude, that's racist."
"Man, seriously," Lance said and lightly kneed Lou in the ass. "You can't call superiors `Yellows', plug-head. I should report you for that."
"S-sorry," Lou said, hands raised.
Chen_Lou: I just heard it from some kids at school. I'd never... uh, I'm sorry. I'll be more respectful.
I turned to face forward in line again. We were almost there.
Billy_Boi: Any more questions?
Chen_Lou: Uh, like, dick size? Everyone who's got a big dick puts it in their status. I'm just about average.
I glanced over the selection.
Posting pics of an Upgraded penis in your free text bio was obviously indecent, so most whitebois had pics of them holding dildos exactly as large as their dicks up to their face as a silly compensation, sometimes licking or sucking it to be funny.
Freddy was one of those, sucking his dick-equivalent at an angle that made it look bigger.
As far as I was concerned, an Upgraded dick should stay soft and in the nub, especially the large, orcish ones. All whitey dicks were the same – overhyped and used without skill.
But hey, a whitey had to look after his calibration.
Freddy had been watching porn – still was – and his plug had begun to milk him. He was fighting his urge to hit the assgasm button. He wanted to enter the lounge with a manly image and getting machine-ass-fucked was anything but manly.
Musclefreak_Jojo: Most dicks are average, kid. That's what an average is. Mine's on the bigger side but I was still getting so little sex I became a stray. It doesn't mean a thing.
Billy_Boi: Straight Milkies are more obsessed with big dicks than anyone else, cause it's the one thing they have over Asian men. I mean, I know a few Asian gays who obsess over Milky-dick, too, but...
Adonis_Freddy: Don't worry, Lou. Chicks care more about how you swing that hammer. Ever heard a chick say "I date men, but I fuck beasts"?
Chen_Lou: Not in real life but sure.
Adonis_Freddy: They want Asian boyfriends but when they're single they crave a white dicking down. Milkies fuck like mad.
Chen_Lou: Right... Okay, here goes nothing.
The lounge's greeter, a Chinese guy in a suit, nodded at us.
We reciprocated with a three second Bull's Bow, pointing our plugged asses at the queue, palms on the ground. Lou's form still needed some work.
As we walked in, our collars automatically had yellow trails subtly lighting our necks. We were to shut up.
I took the chance to relax and put on The 7 Diamonds' latest album.
The dating lounge was atmospheric with mood lighting and cozy décor. There was a dance area where dressed women and Jacked Milkies slow-grinded on each other. Tables and booths dotted around held a handful of women each. Most groups were race mixed.
Sadly, no superior man in sight except the adorable, Chinese barkeeper in his suit vest and bow tie.
Still, it was hot seeing this much hard, rippling, quality muscle. There wasn't a pseudo-erection under 90% in sight, even with many laden cups.
None dared to be seen assgasming or porn watching even as they got milked.
Our new friend Lance walked past us to the bar, where he ordered a cocktail on the Sense.
We went to the booth next to the bar. Like most booths, it was already occupied but Milkies were used to kneeling skin on skin.
With a nod of acknowledgement, I knelt down at the table next to Jojo, on the cozy whitey-mat, rubbing thighs with him. We four only ordered juice since we had plans later that needed us sober.
On many tables one man each got to make his proposition to a whole group of chicks, usually kneeling before them.
A group of white girls flanking an Asian chick laughed at a bald, beefy beast of a man in a sparkling, golden cup who was currently ejaculating a cupshot. The Queen Bee seemed bored by the guy and sent him away.
With a glare, the hunk dragged himself to our booth.
He plopped down next to me, so I had him and Jojo squishing me. I wasn't complaining at the muscle overload.
His name was Jian, 36, level 8 HOLE, redacted toy use, and he had a standing offer – 600 in savings – for eating pussy. Of course I could have checked everything else about him at a glance, but he wasn't going to fuck me with his 16.3cm (6.4'') so why bother.
He was as well-proportioned as Jojo, if not quite as massive. With his side job as an event flexer he had better have a perfect physique to entertain as living statue at weddings and such.
Jian unmuted to take a sip from his beer, then let his re-muted jaw hang open and leaned back, draping his arms over the booth's backrest and therefore me like a lose hug. I felt tiny and enjoyed it.
Lou and Freddy were unmuted, chatting in low voices and I read along.
Adonis_Freddy: Not so bad, right?
Chen_Lou: Man, I thought I wanted to date, but since I got Upgraded I only want to fuck. I thought I wouldn't turn into such a fucking whiteboi.
Adonis_Freddy: Embrace your future, kid.
Chen_Lou: Why do chicks even bother with us when they've got superior guys?
Adonis_Freddy: Hey now, you can live pussy free like Monkey if you want but if I can get action, so can you.
Jian, the guy in the sparking gold cup, whose body rivaled Jojo's, smacked his hand on Lou's shoulder.
"Some of them like us whiteys, believe it or not," Jain said with a grin. "Especially the less intellectual ones. Beasts are a lot of fun. It's proven than women prefer whiteys when they're horny."
Jian flexed his biceps to demonstrate what was so sexy about whitebois. He dropped the arm on my shoulder.
He looked down on me, reading my bio for the first time. "Hey Bill, you're up for fun?"
I grinned and unmuted. "Want me to kiss you?"
"Sounds good," Jian said. "I'm so horny I could explode at the slightest touch. Wish I could be pumping iron right now. But a kiss will do."
Obviously he wasn't talking about making out. He was straight. But he was also just an undisciplined, brainless beast.
I gave his ringed nipples a tongue flick. Yes, that was the part I was supposed to kiss. One hand rubbing his rock hard, flexing pecs, the other gracing his abs and my tongue licking his hard nips.
Some girls liked to watch man on man action so this could even raise his chances. Slack jawed, Jain closed his eyes and breathed deeply, flexing through the shivers.
The cousins were still chatting.
Adonis_Freddy: Well for one thing, we have incredible endurance since the Upgrade makes sure we can't cum for hours. Most gals who date us treat white dick as a special occasion and fuck Asians most of the time.
Chen_Lou: I know. That's so hot and our superiors deserve it, but I still want pussy for myself. Is that wrong?
Adonis_Freddy: Nah, you can accept your destiny and still found a family. We're cum controlled, not cum denied.
Lance leaned over the booth's backrest.
Lance_Can_Dance: Yeah, my sister married a whitey and my ex got together with another Milky last year, too. Anything's possible. Fuck's sake Lou, you can even go to uni if you think you're a one-in-a-hundred whitey who's got an Asian level brain.
Lou chuckled.
Chen_Lou: I thought I might, but since the Upgrade I'd rather just twerk my ass till I dick-gasm. I know I'm not gonna but I wish. Uh, hey Billy, I never thought I'd ask but... can you... kiss me like that, too? I had no idea my nipples could get this hard.
Billy_Boi: Sure I ca- Oh.
A table of three white gals called me up. I knew what for.
I chucked my tub of Whitefire Cooling Cream at the kid, Freddy would know what to do.
When I abandoned Jian's nipples he fingered them himself, now gone `blue'. Pretty rude for a lounge visit.
I joined the three women. There was already a man sitting with them at the table, amazingly pretty for bull, with a fringe of black, almost Asiatic hair. The guy, Tsang Meng had no white name – probably annulled like Monkey.
A Level 7 HOLE. 68kg, photographer and drudge. His cup was black with a gold dragon, his nipples and nose pierced with tiny, silver rings.
Meng was three years younger than me, with a 12.6cm pseudo-erection stored flaccid in his nub as he got milked.
"Hey Bill," Meng said. "These ladies would like to see a little yaoi action."
"Happy to help. You're cute."
I flicked his nipples. Straight guys weren't shy about making out, but most women wanted to see the tender side of their dates so Meng went slow and gentle as we made out.
This was the only reason I bothered joining my friends at straight lounges occasionally. I had lost count how many times Freddy had shown off his skills by Frenching me out of my mind in one of these clubs.
Meng's prostate getting milked made the gals chuckle.
How was that even funny? As if they didn't see guys `ejaculating' on every corner. Maybe they were high income and didn't wander around in white districts much.
I also found it silly how none of the guys here turned on their plugs during milking. Pretending to be too masculine to crave assgasms. I bet all their calibration scores were going south. Embrace your fucking destiny and get your asses wrecked. Your dicks are worthless anyway.
The feminine chuckling grew louder.
Oops, I had completely forgotten that I was unmuted and rambling my thoughts into the script as I coyly brushed lips with Meng. To be fair, few people bothered reading a random guys absentminded blabbering under normal circumstances. And I stood by my thoughts.
Eventually, I landed Meng a date.
He said goodbye to me and led the willing Asian chick upstairs to a more private table. Good for him, even if I'd rather have kept pussy reserved for superior men.
Freddy had been called to a booth, knelt for a minute, chatting with horny confidence, then came back to the booth.
Jojo and Jian were flexing competitively, inviting others to judge them. Boastful, super-Jacked whitebois across the lounge took them up on the offer and laid down some friendly banter until Jian demanded a `blue competition'.
Jian got up and accepted his pending punishment from the nipple flicking in public. Standing wide legged, squatting, trembling like crazy, the white hunk screamed desperate, involuntary cries without a sound for six seconds, every fiber popping.
Then the competition began. Jojo and Jian both went `blue' to keep it suspenseful and put on the same song to match rhythm despite being blinded.
To the tune of `Milky Cum Diet' the beefy bulls did fast burpees in the middle of the space while unable to see each other or the onlookers.
Jian in the gold cup and Jojo in all-pink with his braid flying every time he went down.
I tuned into the unfamiliar song. The lyrics were fun.
"Whitey takes the low road//drink your own milk load.//Masters get to suck, fuck, lick//whitey gets its package kicked."
I added the song to my milking playlist. The competing men were getting shiny with light sweat – all the hotter. By the time the chorus came around for the third time, I was muted and sang along in my head, drooling.
"You'll never be hot//eat your cupshot.//What it takes, you ain't got//eat your cupshot.//A sexgod you're not//eat your cupshot."
Then Jojo's prostate was too full and the Sense activated milking. He stopped doing burpees, went `red' – unblinding himself – and turned on anal climaxing. He didn't need to care about looking manly. He couldn't legally fuck women.
With his glutes and abs vibrating, the heavily breathing but smiling guy in pink conceded defeat.
Jian, still `blue', had no idea he had won and kept doing burpees with vigor.
Jojo collected a lot of compliments from men around the lounge and even a few women.
Lou was looking at the competing hunks' backsides with his neck lit up yellow, drooling onto his chest, hands on the thighs of the inferiors next to him.
We still had time before we'd be kicked, but we had plans so we left early. Jian wasn't slowing down but the audience had lost interest now that he had won. That's how these `blue competitions' went, although usually with more than two Holes.
In the mall's washroom two teen whiteys in oversized shirts chatted at the sinks – too young to be Upgraded yet.
On the floor was a Milky on his back, just 17, recently Upgraded like Lou.
He was a level 4 HOLE, doing the mall's task.
His pale, lean muscled legs were in the air and spread, exposing his plug which showed a red lipped kiss mouth. He was tugging the huge clamps on his nipples. His collar glowed blue.
The clothed calves were probably `bodyguards' to warm him if anyone seemed about to report him. That was kind of cheating but I had done the same before.
Sadly, I had no time to join him. It would have been fun. I even had nipple clamps in my bag. Whatever, my calibration score could take a tiny hit.
We cattle herd of four popped our jizz-filled cups off their attachments beneath our skin.
Mine wasn't laden but a precum string hung from my nub head anyway.
"Bottoms up," Freddy said and drank his cupshot, licking the inside clean.
"Ugh," Lou said. "You really do that? That's kinda... I dunno. I figured you just flush it."
His older cousin grabbed the teen's cup and pressed it on the boy's lips. "Easiest way to clean your cup in public when you're about to overflow. You won't always have a sink nearby. I didn't like it either but we all get used to it."
Lou made a disgusted face, but took a deep breath and drank from his cup with closed eyes. He flinched.
"If you're subtle," Freddy said, "you can get away with draining your cup anywhere and nobody notices. Try again."
Lou looked at the light sheen of cum left on the sophisticated fabric. "But I'm done?"
Freddy took Jojo's cup from the musclefreak's hand. "Try with this one."
"S-seriously?!"
The Adonis shrugged with his massive frame and fixed his blond hair in the mirror. "You're here to learn, nub-head."
Lou's fit teen muscles seemed to sag as he glanced with desperation between the pink cup, Jojo and the bodybuilder's nub. He mumbled something. It showed up in his script as `embrace your fucking destiny'.
The boy swallowed the hunk's stale load with eyes closed, his face contorting.
We all rinsed our cups with soap at the sink.
I pulled my plug out and flushed out my guts with the whitey-tube next to the urinals.
Billy_Boi: Just a heads up, Lou, since you weren't so keen on the lounge. If you didn't get to do something you really wanted to, you should indulge yourself a little, to keep your calibration in the clear.
Chen_Lou: Like what?
Billy_Boi: You have to know what you want you can do. Personally, I'm gonna ride. See y'all.
By `ride' I meant fuck myself with the dildo in my bag. I hopped into a stall, lubed it up, knelt down in front of the toilet with my forehead on the stall door and fucked myself.
It was relaxing as hell. I put on 7 Diamonds music videos and chilled out. I could have spent hours like that, plug meditating.
Too bad you couldn't get HOLE points unless there was at least a good chance to be seen. You weren't a Hero of Lewd Entertainment if you took no risks.
Lou wanted ice cream so that's where the guys went next while I swam in the bliss of low-key anal nutting and admiring the 7 Diamonds. The lead singer, Park Dong-Yul, better known as Infinity Dragon, was staring in a drama series and I watched a compilation of his shirtless scenes as my eyes watered with pleasure.
I had dedicated enough orgasms to Power-Qi today. The other six boys deserved just as much love, so I ordered their album three more times. I could always put up more photocards above my bed.
My bio told me I was ready to be milked and demanded I put my plug back in at earliest opportunity. I wanted to assturbate forever but my buddies were waiting.
With a sigh, I let the dildo slide from my interior and inserted the plug into my freshly cleaned ass.
On shaky legs, I left the stall.
The first load of AssPop after being unplugged oozed from the plug and made me whimper with anal cravings. I plug-fucked my hole, looking at my strained face in the mirror.
A superior at the urinal gave me a once-over, then ignored me. Every Milky thought with their ass first, nothing special. Then my milking began, making my ass, thighs and abs quiver with pleasuring pulses.
I was almost ashamed at my pathetic nature. But a whiteboi has no shame.
Fuck it. I wanted HOLE points. Accept your destiny.
I packed the dildo away and retrieved my nipple clamps. It took me just a second to slap them on.
With my studded nipples firmly pinched I laid on my back on the bathroom floor, legs raised, plug pointing at the entrance. I was currently alone in here.
Assgasms rose as gentle waves in my abdomen, promising to grow in intensity soon.
I started playing with my nipples and went `blue', letting the world fade away, replaced by full surround posing porn of Korean bodybuilders in a circle around me flexing and goofing on the virtual stage.
I made Power-Qi twerk over my face, his hole and flopping package as real to me as anything.
The timer counted down five minutes.
With my nipple-self torture, my pleasure was heightened as the assgasms ripped through me like slow-mo lighting. No wonder so many Milkies couldn't stop fingering their nipples. With the dick locked away they became prime sexual real estate.
I flinched as a splash of warm liquid hit my abs. Somebody was pissing on me.
My flinch had been enough to make the Sense force my jaw open. The random person aimed at my face, drenching me. I got rained on generously.
I could do nothing but lay in the puddle, my favorite idol and a dozen superior bodybuilders entertaining me as I publically, involuntarily creamed myself again.
I was blissed out of my mind. No superior would ever know the joy of being a truly subhuman pig in plain view. That's whitey privilege.
When my timer ran out, the pissing stranger was long gone.
I `woke up' from my Power-Qi posing porn fantasy onto a bathroom floor with two brown men in traditional Thai outfits at the urinals, paying no attention to me.
I was back down to 40% pseudo-erection for now.
I pulled off the clamps and instantly re-muted myself to avoid crying out. Fuck, that hurt good but it was a bit much.
I had ejaculated my load from the nub head down my taint onto the floor. My cum was quite liquid since I got milked regularly – true Milky cum.
I twisted around in the piss puddle and sucked up my cum off the ground.
To be polite, I sent the men at the urinals a message.
Billy_Boi: This disgusting waggot whore apologizes for any inconvenience it has caused to its honored superiors, sir. Please have a wonderful day.
While I wiped myself down, I posted about my adventure on my socials, with the requested surveillance holo-footage. The superior pissing on me was automatically blurred out, of course.
Then I put the cup back where it belonged and headed toward my friends. They were done with ice cream and complimented passing superiors, lounging on a whitey-mat by a plant wall.
Jojo was posing again, showing off his abs vacuum, making his body an even stronger arrow toward his pink cup, to get girls to look and give him secret body points.
Three more whiteys knelt on the mat, hitting poses to impress with their mildly Jacked muscles – about as beefy as me.
I knelt down next to my friends, flexing my pecs under the gaze of a tall, African tourist.
The deep-brown skinned man with a tower of dreadlocks, Master Jelani, was from Jamaica, wearing a colorful, African robe that hugged his broad shoulders. He was probably Jacked to around 70kg (154lbs), his large arms sticking out from the short sleeves.
I shot him a message.
Billy_Boi: Hello, sir. How do you like our beautiful city? I promise most places aren't as infested with white holes as this one, hehe. Your elegant muscles look way better than those ass-brained bulging meat bags.
To my surprise, he liked my message and responded in private.
Fire_Taifun: Thanks, little chimp. I'm backpacking through the PAC countries and I'm continuously fascinated by how many of you chimps there are. It's fun to watch you.
Billy_Boi: Haha, happy to entertain, Master Jelani. You don't see many Milkies in Jamaica?
I grinned and hit side chest, getting a public `body like' from a passing superior.
Fire_Taifun: My country's population is, like, not even 5% chimps and they practically all live on the plantations. Seeing one of you naked horndogs in the city is always a treat.
In much of America and Africa a Milky had to do reparation work, starting after his Upgrade, and many stuck to it as drudges afterward.
Billy_Boi: Makes sense, sir. I hope your great country doesn't get overrun like this place, ha. Good thing we're cum controlled.
Fire_Taifun: Yep, I've backpacked across the globe and those backwater places with, like, 60% chimps are looking crazy. Some places they get to have tattoos so they're covered head to toe.
I knew places like that. My family had come from Western Europe, where superiors were still often a minority. In some countries Milkies even got to wear thin compression clothes as long as they were amongst each other. Obviously they had to strip as soon as a superior showed up and pure chaos ensued. Silly not to just mandate gear.
Billy_Boi: Good thing cum control is keeping our population at the best proportion. I'm so thrilled I get to enjoy the fruits of Asian intelligence, although I know that's unfair to the superiors I'm exploiting.
I got a `conduct like' from some Chinese chick who had been reading along with my public side of the conversation.
Master Jelani let his eyes wander.
Fire_Taifun: Seeing mixed guys in cups is so weird when they look almost Asian on first glance. I keep doing double takes, haha.
Billy_Boi: I get that, too, but if you talk to a mixed inferior you can totally feel that he's still pretty white, if you know what I mean. It's not like being around Asians has rubbed off on me.
Fire_Taifun: Right. Good talk, chimp. I'll try some Hong Kong cuisine now.
Billy_Boi: Thank you, sir. Since this isn't America we don't do reparation-work here but if I could offer my holes as a treat I hope it pays back some.
Fire_Taifun: Nah, bye.
Billy_Boi: Have a fun stay, Master Jelani.
I gave him a wave as he walked along. Pretty disappointing that my selfish desire for a fuck hadn't been granted. At least I had tried – my calibration must have liked that.
************************* *** Perspective: Lance *** *************************
He'd had a nice conversation with a white single mom, but Lance wasn't looking to expand his family again – he just wanted to fuck for hours with all his 78kg (172lbs) or at least get sucked off while he jerked off.
Swaggering out of the mall barefoot, Lance set his sights on the construction site where a pile-driver-bot sliced open the sidewalk as quietly as possible to lay bare the pipes underneath.
He stepped behind a stack of concrete blocks, popped off his baby blue cup and slurped his latest cupshot when nobody was looking.
Four drudges hauled concrete or shoveled gravel. These drudges were specialized for hard labor - Jacked for strength, not size or aesthetic - so their bodies were shredded with lean definition, every fiber gleaming sweat drenched.
Their collars were lit green, so they wouldn't be distracted by chit-chat, matching their company's bright green cups. Drool hung off their wide open mouths.
Two Asian construction workers, shirtless in green overalls, sliced into the pipes with laser-drones.
It seemed a little unfair that the Asian men got to converse, but superior workers and Milkies had almost the same worker rights. They all wore gloves, heavy boots and headbands to keep the sweat out of their eyes, all company equipment in bright green.
Two Milkies had undercuts dyed in their company's color, right on top of the headbands. Another had cool designs shaved into his blond buzzcut.
And the last one was Kai, Lance's youngest kid at almost 19.
Kai's ultra-lean 61kg (134lbs) shone with sweat as he lifted a perfectly cut concrete square. He had the same broad chest and shoulders as his father.
When Kai had gotten his drudge-assessment, he'd been marked with a hard labor recommendation. Probably same as every other Milky permanently in construction jobs. Not that Kai was stuck here, this wasn't slavery. A hard labor rec affected what drudgeries you were offered but the boy could have moved furniture or something.
As it turned out, the teen was pretty happy with hauling concrete as his main drudgery. It let him watch porn all day.
Lance stepped up to the construction barrier and waved.
Kai, a brunet Milky with a 87% pseudo hard-on, saw his dad and went `red'. He wiped the drool off his chin.
"Hey pops, I'll check if the supervisor lets me take my next break early." The boy stretched his back and neck. "Yup, I got the okay. Ten minutes for a chit chat."
Kai slipped past the barrier and put his sweaty arm around his father's shoulders, leading his old man into the container office where the Chinese supervisor monitored the pile-driver-bot and other drones.
Next to a gear table, Kai pulled his green company plug out like it was on fire and grabbed a black, studded, 15cm long (6'') dildo-plug he shared with his colleagues. He shoved it between his crazy striated glutes in one go.
The dildo started its unauthorized assfuckery the moment it was up his hole and Kai made a face as if in pain, eyes watering.
Meanwhile Lance gave the supervisor a ten second Bull's Bow.
"Fuck, I needed that," Kai said. His company plug could milk him but gave no assgasms. This one wrecked his abdomen and thighs with vibrations that made his voice tremble.
Only then he grabbed a bottle of water and downed it in one go. Assgasms were more important than thirst. Then his hands went right to his studded nipples.
"Met a first timer at the bar," Lance said and sent Lou's bio.
"Cute. Hard laborer?" Kai asked, shivering as the first `gasm thundered up his guts.
"Doesn't look like it. If he turns into a straight waggot you can bring him to your girlfriend, hehe."
Kai rolled his eyes. "She's not my girlfriend, dad, fuck. She's just in the gang."
"Speaking of which, how's Brock?"
"All good."
Lance looked out the container window to see his son's best friend. Their `gang' consisted of four straight waggots, who loved to lick pussy, and two chicks, who sometimes brought friends. Lance knew his son well enough to tell that Kai fancied one of the girls but they kept things casual.
Of course, every waggot in the gang kept his toy use redacted. The girls probably still thought the four straight guys whose dicks hadn't been hard since the Upgrade stayed nubbed out of sheer discipline. Maybe there'd be teen drama once the truth came out.
But Kai's `sterling' calibration had to come from somewhere and playing video games only gave so much calibration to a Jacked teen craving to cum, even if it was through the ass.
Brock, by the way, was the 22 year old gravel shoveling hunk and unofficial gang leader with fancy patterns in his blond hair.
"Cool new style on Brock," Lance said.
Kai leaned against the container wall, nipple fingering with his tongue out. "Think so, too? It's a laser design. Never has to redo it, just keep the rest buzzed. Might go for it, too."
"Neat. What design do you have in mind?"
"Maybe something like- Wait a sec, the guys are voting."
The drudges on site watched porn in sync, occasionally voting on which clip to check out next or which genre to keep playing. It wasn't mandatory to watch along but it gave a sense of camaraderie.
Lance saw what his son picked. Wouldn't have been his first choice but the option won out – these Milkies knew each other well.
"Still happy here?" Lance asked.
"Nowhere I'd rather fucking be." Kai said and chuckled. "Three more years and I'll be promoted. A raise that lets me found a family, better schedule and a company plug that fucks my ass right every time it milks my dick."
The boy took off his company cup and sucked the cupshot he had been keeping there.
"Sweats all dry now," Lance noted. "Lotion?"
"Sure, pops. Sense says the sunscreen's almost used up," Kai said and chucked a spray can at his father.
They stepped outside. With arms and legs spread, the boy turned slowly as Lance made him gleam with protective skincare. All part of their equal worker protections.
They said their goodbyes, Lance brought the can back and did a Bull's Bow for the supervisor who wasn't paying attention to him, then he left his son to his own anal devices for the rest of break time.
Brock nodded at his friend's dad, flinging drool on his own chest, and Lance gave him a single bi flex.
The proud father walked off the site, grinning, happy to know his family was doing well, even if he was so out of his mind horny he would have brutally fucked Kai's ass if he hadn't been nubbed.
Maybe he should just turn into a waggot, too, but hey, Kai was probably horny enough he'd have liked it.
Note: Disappointed the black Master had such a short appearance and poor Billy didn't get a fuck? We'll tackle both issues soon.