The Sound of Whiteness

****************************** *** The Sound of Whiteness *** ******************************

*** Chapter 4 ***

*** Sound of Whiteness ***

After watching Master Jelani vanish into a restaurant, I turned my attention to our little cattle herd and their conversation.

Lou had been approached by two girls and three boys, including a whitey. They were from his school, according to their bios, but a year below. Out of uniform.

Lou knelt before them, looking up, muted with yellow lights trailing around his neck. His mouth hung wide open.

"Come on, Lou," said Master Gao, an Asian boy in a golden changshan and black pants. "Do something that lets me report you. Hazing is no fun without seeing the whole-body tickle."

Ah, they were hazing a newly Upgraded schoolmate. I could remember my own and how exciting I had found it. My pseudo-erection was rising and, actually, so was Lou's.

The girl in a green hanfu asked, "Already said goodbye to pussy? If you're a waggot we'll let you hang out with us, talk about which Asian boys are the cutest."

"Ugh," said the other girl, "Pretty sure he's straight. Don't waste your time. He'd rape us both on the spot if he was Downgraded."

"Hey there," said Master Gao with a nudge in his white friend's flank. "That's gonna be you next year, Theo."

"Fuck no," Theo said and chuckled. "I'm going out with dignity. Probably gonna have bitches lined up for my monthly hour."

This calf, Theo, was being an obnoxious idiot. The kids weren't looking my way but I had no qualms with those thoughts showing up in my script. Maybe in Master Jemali's country this kid would be better at accepting his genetic destiny. I'd bet he wasn't even wearing a practice cage.

Lou got force-unmuted.

"So?" asked the boy in a gold changshan, running his fingers thought his thick, black fringe. "Looking a little mad, nub-brain. Wouldn't you wanna do something... report-able?"

Lou had his hands in fists, eyes looking down. "No, Master Gao, I'm fine."

The superior boy put a sneaker clad foot forward. "Say hi, drudge."

Lou bent forward and kissed the shoe. It was a simple gesture of apology, if quite formal, but demanding it in the middle of a mall from a freshly Upgraded boy older than you gave it a certain aura of humiliation. Classic hazing.

Freddy was hanging back, watching the scene while browsing on his Sense.

"How's the plug?" asked Master Gao. "Theo would love to hear what awaits his butt."

"Hey," Theo said with a laugh. "Fuck off, man."

If Theo got to talk like that, they had to be great friends. This calf probably thought he was `basically Asian'.

"It's fine," Lou said. "I practiced before so..."

"Practiced with what? Dicks?"

"Dad's plugs."

Master Gao's gang laughed. "Man, you love being a Milky, huh? Always needing your hole wrecked."

"I... I'm not like th-"

The kneeling teen got muted.

"If you don't like your plughole filled, how about the other one? If I offer you a real man's load, wouldn't you love it?"

Lou looked on the verge of tears. I decided to take some heat off him by scooting to his side, hand on his shoulder.

"I'd love to, actually," I said with a smirk. The Gao-gang scanned my bio, chuckling at the stuff they could see on my under-17-friendly socials.

Master Gao threw his small, elegant hands up in defeat, his flat nose scrunched up cutely. "If you're gonna haze-block us like that, at least say hi politely."

I bent down into a Kneeling Bull's Bow and kissed both his shoes. The other Asian teen in the group petted my hair like I was a dog.

"Boring," Master Gao said. "Do something to get reprimanded, come on, Louis. I'll call my older sister so she can look at all the pervert shit in your bio and tell us."

"Man," the girl in green said to Master Gao with a frown. "You're a real whiteboi right now, Pak-hoi. I liked hazing the twins cause they were having fun with it. This is just sad."

Master Gao put his shoe sole up to Lou's face. "He's probably 100% fake hard, though. Can't wait to turn 17 and see. Fine, say goodbye, Louis. I have all year at school to get a rise out of you."

Jojo scooted up next to Lou, arm around his waist. The massive bodybuilder in pink was intimidating even on his knees.

"Come on, Lou," Jojo said. "Say goodbye and we're done here."

The seventeen year old seemed on the verge of either violence or crying. I'd have been thrilled to be in his place but some men took longer to accept what they were and why control was necessary.

Lou kissed the sole. Gao Pak-Hoi lightly pushed forward, symbolically `kicking' Lou in the face. Harmless hazing.

"See you at school, Milky. You'll be licking my shoes clean every day."

Lou shot up, fists trembling by his side.

"Finally," Master Gao said with a satisfied grin that looked adorable on his face. "Reported for threatening actions to minors in public. You're hosed, Milky."

His tone was so happy I almost wanted to cheer. I sent him congratulations.

Lou stood there, dumbly, getting his white brain to muddle through the options. He could appeal. He'd lose but it could buy enough time that the kids would get bored and leave first. He could pay the fine. It was probably 250 NewYen for the threatening act, 300 for the target being a group of kids and maybe 150 for being a public nuisance if Master Gao had thought to add that.

He got force-unmuted so he could even beg for forgiveness and be rid of the dilemma, at least one of the girls clearly had a soft spot for him.

Or he could give everybody what they wanted.

Lou accepted his first 15 second reprimand.

Dropping back on his knees, his collar went yellow and Lou's mouth screamed without sound. The disciplining waves exploded from collar and plug into every nook of his body.

The look of horror on his face grew hilariously exaggerated as he experienced the `time dilation' of discipline feeling way longer than it really took – dead sure his time had to be over barely three seconds in.

His muscles were shaking so hard he looked blurry. His face reddened as he ran out of air, unable to draw a breath through the ultimate pain.

It was kind of unfair to superior kids. Their seventeenth birthdays were like any other. Only we white men turned Milky and got attention, congrats from strangers, `likes', hazing rituals, outings with friends to lounges, and more. Whitey privilege again.

Lou's breath was going hard as his plug stopped dealing out the deserved reminder. He looked shell shocked, giving me a glance worth of true pity. Maybe he was having a harder time than I'd realized.

Then his next 15 seconds began and he briefly looked like he was having a great orgasm, too exhausted to silent-scream through the pain but still letting his face contort.

The younger teens were doubtlessly going to upload this as a successful haze for all the kids at Lou's school to see.

At the end it, Lou dropped on his hands, arching his body in waves as if to let the disciplining measure slide off him. He convulsed, heaving, too wrecked to even punch the floor.

His last 15 seconds started and Master Gao brought his sneakers up to the boy's open lips.

"Looked like he was cumming, hehe" Theo said. "I've heard some like that whole-body tickle. I kinda wonder what it's like sometimes."

"Yeah," one of the girls said. "Some whitebois obviously get disciplined on purpose. Maybe it feels nice. But at least you'll find out next year."

"Meh," Theo said, shrugging, "I don't think I'll be a criminal. I've got more discipline than Pak-Hoi."

The girls chuckled and Master Gao dramatically rolled his eyes.

I was sitting down, watching the spectacle. "You're right, sir. Some of us like it. Although most don't."

Master Gao shrugged. "Wish I had a button that can just punish you pigs whenever."

Jojo laughed. "I think a lot of people wish for that. Including a few Milkies."

The moment Lou's ordeal was over, the gang lost interest and drifted away with just a nod of acknowledgement. Lou could have made this hazing encounter so much easier for himself.

The nude teen was crying on all fours, his red plug going in and out as he sobbed quietly but unmuted, cursing into his script.

Freddy reached over and patted him on the ass. "Come on, cousin. It's not even half that. You'll see them again at school and you'll be best friends. I was busboy for the guys who hazed me the most and a month later I was on their soccer team."

"F-fucking hate it," Lou said, still on all fours. "I hate that they can just do this to me. I hate being a Milky. This is fucked up. This-"

I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. "Hey kid, don't worry. I know you're miserable but we can do something about that."

"Y-yeah? We can?"

Freddy joined the hug, loosely. "Sure. Look at your bio. You got the option to make it all better, Lou. White Out for a bit."

Of course we inferiors were not doomed to suffer infinite mental anguish. That would be cruel as hell. We weren't slaves, we were people with special privileges.

Beyond the colors of the indicator collar I've already mentioned was `condition white'. Only unlocked if the Sense detected sever psychic distress, it was every bull's favorite.

Lou leaned against the plant box behind the whitey-mat, hands in his red-clad crotch and accepted the option to White Out.

His collar's lights went white, his morose expression was replaced by a slack open mouth, eyes glassy.

Of course he was mute, deaf and blind but the `white' option let the Sense inhibit whole regions of his brain. He was incapable of thinking in words. Existing in the moment, swimming in vague horny impressions, unable to formulate a thought. The ultimate relaxation.

Being `white' meant your very brain was muted and deafened. That's what ultimate whiteness sounds like – shutting the fuck up.

He didn't react as drool ran past his lips. From the outside he looked no different to a regular muted Milky but he was no longer Chen Louis – merely a thing existing in white silence.

"He ran right into trouble there," Freddy said. "Kinda worried about if he'll be disrespectful at school."

I shrugged. "He'll learn and embrace his destiny." I grabbed Freddy's shoulder. "Especially with a bull like you as an idol. He's not planning on doing the final year, right?"

After turning 17, most Milkies dropped out and registered as drudges like cattle flocking to greener pastures. Our lack of brain power was obvious long before Upgrading but cum-control turned a lot of wannabe Asians with dreams of university into drooling breed-crazy bulls who wanted to work hard at a job and the gym and get started on a family.

"Course not," Freddy said. "He can be a smartass but he's gonna join the drudges when he's made it through this year. It just sucks for him to be the first one Upgraded in his grade. I was born later in the schoolyear and I was better off. He's cute like this though, hehe."

Freddy snapped a pic of the drooling, glassy-eyed boy with his Sense and uploaded it as: "First White Out. Little cousin is de-stressing." He tagged Lou as well as Master Goa.

I was just about to add some of the other kids when I got a message by someone named Yuen Chao.

God_of_Yu: Hey waggot Hole. Wanna be a fuckwhite?

Billy_Boi: Yes, sir. What else are waggots for? Now's a great time.

I had answered before looking who I was chatting with. I couldn't spot anyone suspicious and the sender's location was set to private.

God_of_Yu: Meet me at the washroom.

Billy_Boi: On my way.

I shot my friends a message that I was about to get fucked, collecting congratulations from Freddy and a sigh from Jojo and left my bag with them. They'd stick with the `white' teen. The white-out condition had no timer. It lasted until the upset mind and unbalanced hormones were calmed.

I navigated past a group of businessmen in gray and red tang suits. None of them looked at me. I'd have gladly helped any one of them relax from their office stress, seeing the pleasure in their dark eyes. Not that looks even mattered since most superiors just set their `fuckwhite' to condition blue.

Yuen Chao, waiting for me in the washroom, was a 38 year old married man with two little daughters. Some guys blocked their whole bio when looking for a fuckwhite, as if we'd stalk them or something, but this one didn't care what I saw.

Maybe his wife didn't consider fucking Milkies cheating – a common opinion. We're basically masturbation toys, contrary to the blabber of straight `self-respecting' whitebois and even some snobby gays.

Master Yuen wore khaki slacks and a black shirt with a subtle dragon design. My height but stockier. A boyish, round face that reminded me a half a dozen boys I'd have loved to serve back in highschool, topped by a sleek mullet.

He nodded at me with a smirk.

I went into a Bull's Bow, palms on the washroom floor. "Hi Master Yuen, what can I do for you?"

He waved me into a stall, already pulling up his shirt. His slender, tan back was enough to make me salivate. I'd have tongue bathed him if he'd have let me.

As a waggot, never unlocking the nub, every second of my day was spent thinking about fucking. Although, I was just as obsessed back at 16 when I still jerked off multiple times a day, so more likely that was just my inferior mind at work.

The moment I was in the stall with him he closed the door and let his pants drop. No underwear. Master Yuen was full of confidence and that made me fall just a little bit in love.

I dropped to my knees, always fond of the surge of anticipation I could sense of superiors I served as their dicks sprung to life.

His package was in my face right away and his right hand found my hair.

"Ugh, suck it, waggot."

I mumbled affirmations into his crotch, and my script, and opened up. It was a little on the bigger side for an Asian but still slid down my throat perfectly. The rod thickened to its final girth in my mouth. I used my hands on his balls and thighs, hoping he wouldn't tell me off.

While massaging his things, I greedily slobbered up and down the shaft to get a taste of him, before it was overpowered by the taste of my own drool.

"Ass?" Master Yuen asked and pushed me off his dick.

I pulled my plug out and rose. "It's my pleasure, sir."

I held onto the stall door, poking my ass out on my tip toes and let him slide in. Plugs keep Milky holes lubed, ready to accommodate dicks in a moment's notice.

It was just like the silly schoolboy rhyme: "Plugs unlock white men for cock."

Yuen Chao was inside me with a single thrust, shooting a shiver up my spine. I whimpered with closed lips.

"Sir," I asked, looking back at his focused expression. "Do you want me muted?"

"Probably better, yeah."

I set myself to `yellow', still letting me hear him if he had any orders. I confess I watched porn overlaid on my vision but he didn't seem to mind. I'd have rather looked at him, but fucking against a stall door has its drawbacks.

We had to be quiet. This wasn't like the gym where enough gays hung out that the staff was lenient. At least the semipublic venue got me a pittance of HOLE points as my guts got kneaded.

It wasn't a truly hard fuck – we couldn't exactly make the walls shake – but Master Yuen's fast breath on my neck and his muffled grunts were melting my heart a bit as he humped like he was on the clock.

Maybe he was. I called up his bio again. He didn't have his occupation listed mandatorily like a Milky but he was clearly a barista. Right, the abstract dragon on his shirt – I knew that café. This was probably his break.

I was happy to give him a little stress relieve. Asians faced a lot of pressure to be academically successful so the ones working normal jobs deserved the occasional reminder that nothing could take away their genetic superiority. And if all it took was a waggot ass, I gladly offered.

It wasn't like I let Master Yuen ram my insides out of altruism. I only had to lean against the door on my tip toes and was rewarded with shivering mini-assgasms rushing along my spine and legs as he gripped my hips. More than enough compensation.

As he closed in on his climax, he forgot to be careful and humped me into the stall door with more force. I spread my arms across the frame to distribute my weight better and keep our secret from whoever I could hear pissing outside.

His cumshot was big enough for me to feel it sloshing into my guts. He let a guttural cry die in his throat, instead biting into my shoulder. So fucking cute.

Hell, maybe he should have kept his bio hidden cause I was on the verge of asking him to be permanent fuckbuddies. Should I visit his café?

The second he pulled his wet dick from my ass, he opened the door and shoved me out.

I stumbled into an empty washroom, flailing. I clenched my ass cheeks but too late, his cum was shooting from my buns down my thighs.

He kicked the plug out and closed the stall. He'd have to clean up and get dressed, while I had no clothes to struggle with. Sex was so much easier with our mandated gear. Whitey privilege, as long as you were only into anal – but what Milky hadn't learned to enjoy that?

I quickly flushed out and reinserted the plug. After sex it always felt a bit disappointingly inanimate, but the first shot of AssPop oozing from it made me yearn for more, rougher assfucking so hard I nearly stumbled.

I wasn't instantly getting milked but it couldn't be long until my prostate was overflowing again.

By the time I rejoined the gang, Lou had a timer, his white out scheduled to stop in just a minute. We lounged, flexing competitively with a few semi-Jacked mid-forties Milkies. Jojo had another tube of enhanced protein.

The teen came to a little groggy, but was fully alert within moments.

He grinned. "Fuck, that was amazing. How long was I out? Felt like... years."

"Ultimate relaxation, kid," Jojo said and threw his arm around the boy. "We're given all the tools we need to embrace our genetics. When I got Upgraded, I was fucking pissed – like, ready to riot. I had dreamed that someone was going to tell me No Joe, you're actually full Asian, sorry for the confusion, Master Capulong' but of course that was stupid. I went white' three times on my first day."

"Wow," Freddy said. "I never knew."

A Milky next to us let his plain blue eyes wander over Lou's body. Francis, 42, was almost as Jacked as Freddy and even leaner, 60% pseudo-hard, inside a laden, silver cup.

"Hey kid, an adjustment period is normal," said Francis, who had last dick-gasmed three weeks ago and last assgasmed with a 12cm (5'') thick dildo two hours ago. "I think I spent more time `whited out' than not after Upgrading, but everything worked itself out. Just find a job you're good at, get that whiteboi asshole confidence and you're good."

"Ha, thanks," Lou said, grinning at his red PAC cup as he casually wiped the drool of his chin. "Guess I overreacted."

"We've all been there," Francis said and patted Lou's back, "thinking our destiny is to watch superiors get all the girls. But I got a wife and now my eldest daughter is dating a Milky, too, and she's so happy with him. There's plenty of girls, who want someone simple like you. Can't even remember my last white-out."

Freddy ruffled his little cousin's hair. "I've never had to white out. The girls in class said Upgrading my dick only made me cockier, so I guess I'm just another fucking obnoxious whiteboi, hehe."

"Yep," I said. "I can attest to that, haha. You are being one right now."

Freddy being Freddy had spent his time offering female shoppers to carry their bags in exchange for the `gratitude'. To his credit, it worked sometimes, and he got to eat them out or even fuck. See, a whiteboi only has to be of some actual use.

Not that Freddy's average of sex twice a year compared to my almost daily success in serving as a fuckwhite, but every Milky had to choose which urges to indulge and how to give back to superior society.

************************** *** Perspective: Percy *** **************************

Meanwhile in Jamaica...

Percy Kimathi jogged down the gentle slope from the whitey dorm with the other reparation workers. His 19 year old body glistened in the setting sun, freshly lotion-sprayed after a trip to the gym and an icy group shower.

Like most of his friends at the dorm he was cultivating a lean Adonis physique, now at 77kg (170lbs), goofing off with fellow shiny night shift volunteers on the way to Master Olowe's plantation.

The reparation workers all wore identical, reflective safety orange cups and shoes, heads shaved clean, adorned only with the permitted tiny nipple studs and subtle nose rings. Their necks were surrounded by trails of red or yellow.

The 30 boys chatted and jostled as they walked along the rows of towering sugar canes, toward the farm's main building, lit by the glow of automated greenhouses. Farther down, harvest-bots marked out banana trees ready for plucking.

The whiteys lined up in three rows of ten before supervisor Achebe – a tall black man in an elegant coat, dreadlocks in a fashionable tower.

Once they were ready, lead-worker Toby, 19 years old, short and broad 90kg (198lbs) shouted "Three, two, one, greetings Master Achebe!"

The three rows of whitebois went into Bull's Bow, Percy glancing at the ass of the boy in front of him as he went down. Milkies were allowed to show off personality in their plug choice. They were civil servants after all, not prisoners.

Percy's plug had a colorful marble-like base of his own design – he was an artistic soul.

The reparation workers, touching palms down with their legs straight, shouted in unison at the soil:

"Greetings Master Achebe. I serve because I'm white. I accept that my race is guilty. I am culpable. I am ashamed. I wish to make amends and I will do so with pride for my honored superior Jamaicans."

They held position until Master Achebe had checked their scripts for any deviation.

It would have been fine to just end after the white creed "I serve because I'm white" but only the full greeting secured you a REP point at the end of the shift if you stayed polite and on quota.

Playing Heroes Of Lewd Entertainment was forbidden during the shift. Instead Milkies in the Pan-American Reparation Program had the REP system – Recreation, Engagement, Performance. A point system for good conduct on the job and at the dorm. If you had enough REP it could shave days or even weeks off your time in the program at the end of every quarter.

Unlike HOLE points, REP points could be negative if unruly teens caused trouble.

"Good evening, my little chimps," Master Achebe said. "Let me remind you that drooling on harvested bananas and coconuts gets you disciplined for three seconds longer now. Maybe that'll get it into your slow ape brains to stay `red'. Here's your schedule."

Percy and everyone in the group rose from their bow in sync.

Their groupings were uploaded into their Sense. Percy would go with Toby and Kyle, also known as 11-F-273 and 11-F-833, the Reparation servant numbers temporarily tattooed on their chests.

"Hey, us again huh?" Toby said, playfully punching Percy in the registry number 11-F-702 above his nipple.

"Looks like it, chief, hehe," Percy said and mirrored Toby's single bi flex. "Olowe's sugar boys are all here."

Kyle, 20, a bit too Jacked for an Adonis physique, patted Percy's shaved head. "Happy to have you here again."

Most Milkies grew tired of having to shave their hair perfectly every other day just to miss a spot and get points subtracted. Many like Toby just got rid of head hair permanently. Others, like Kyle and Percy kept a mohawk strip that was easy to shave in a few quick strokes.

"Come prepared?" Kyle asked and slapped Percy's glutes.

"Always do," Percy said and gave Kyle's ass a grab.

The night shift had benefits. Nobody cared if you brought a custom plug with extra functions. Nearly every nightly worker had one that pulsed all the time, facilitating hours and hours of minor assgasms.

It couldn't be full milking-assgasms or they'd be exhausted after ten minutes but the low pulsing dildos turned boring work into endless sex meditation.

They were joined by Percy's dad, Gavin, who had a crazy bodybuilder physique at 104kg (230lbs) with much broader chest and shoulders than Percy could hope for despite how similar he looked to his father.

Gavin Kimathi, who still went by the white name Gavin Simmons among whiteys, had worked on the plantation ever since his time in the program had ended. He had no number tattoo anymore – just a regular employee.

"Ready boys?" he asked, switching on his own dildo for ass-fun and hit most-muscular.

The four plantation chimps in orange gear put their hands on top of each other.

"Let make some fucking amends!" Toby shouted. The others joined in. "Olowe's sugar boys, go go go!" They raised their arms, high-fived and walked over to the shift admin – an African men in an overall, with cornrows down his back.

"Sir, Master Mwanajuma, sir," Percy said. "Any equipment needed, sir?"

The African supervisor handed Gavin a tablet and the reparation workers hand weeding hoes with safety orange grips. "Nothing special for your team, chimp."

"Where may we show our pride, sir?"

"From rows C-19 down."

"Sir, thank you, sir. I serve because I'm white, sir."

Gavin gave his son a shoulder rub for doing well, then they marched along the sugar cane rows.

"Happy to see you join us once again, kid," Gavin said.

"Sure thing dad," Percy answered. "Man, I haven't seen you in ages."

"Ran out of moolah for pub crawls?"

Percy chuckled. "Yeah, me and Toby and a bunch of others are hitting the bars, so I need to do shifts that pay."

Reparation workers were only paid for extra shifts, and those never lacked volunteers. Percy needed money to redact his anal toy use for a month if he wanted to land chicks.

Maybe in a country with more Milkies he could have afforded to have dildos listed in his bio but not here where Milkies were exotic – he had to be a real man impress. Eventually he wanted to travel to a place on the mainland where chimps were common – maybe even stay there.

"Getting big, Toby," Gavin said and rubbed Toby's shiny chest.

Toby flexed his pecs. "Yeah. Everyone's already spending an hour longer at the gym than mandatory for that sweet REP point at the end of the week so I thought I might as well Jack harder."

"Haha, was the same for me back then," Gavin said.

Doing extra work was often worth 1 REP, like volunteering for food prep, laundry or cleaning duties for the week. The dorm was running seamlessly and not a single superior had to get his hands dirty.

The team started to work on the sugar canes under floodlights tuned to plant growth frequencies. Gavin measured soil quality and directed the harvest-bot to spray nutrients while the boys weeded.

Percy was getting in the zone, gentle near-assgasms making him calm and thoughtless, like a mini white-out.

Other teams roamed the area, carrying crates. The newbies got the most physical tasks, encouraging them to get Jacked fast. Sweat drenched, drooling, barely Jacked boys in condition `green' hauled crates of bananas toward the faint lights of the town below.

Percy almost envied them. Everything had been exciting in those days, finding white friends, working with his dad and learning plug meditation from him. He'd say hi later.

The meditative amend-making continued as the night darkened, the floodlights making their smooth skin sparkle.

Percy was vaguely dreaming of finding a girlfriend at a bar this weekend.

He didn't really care what race, although getting a license for a mixed baby was pretty much impossible. On the other hand, Jamaicans pretty much threw permissions after any white couple, wanting to get more workers for the program, with superior Jamaicans moving from the farms into offices.

It was why Toby had moved here on his own at 17. The buff teen bull would have had more options for reparation work in California but they had so many whiteys that a large family wasn't feasible there.

Percy wasn't even thinking about kids, yet. He hadn't been out in weeks. Of course he could have gone any time, shuffling shifts if necessary. This was a civil service program, not slavery. But he had seen how hard it was to be taken seriously with a visible anal toy section.

A buff black man in an overall walked by the team. Master Amaike was a straggler from the afternoon shift. As his gaze wandered over them, the four whiteys flexed for show.

Black farm employees could give out a coveted REP point once a day. Sometimes they asked for entertainment, the E in REP, and watched their chimps wrestle it out, awarding a point to the winner.

Once past them, Master Amaike put an offer for `his' REP point in the chat, emphasis on the P – performance – code for a fuck.

AssPop oozed from Percy's dildo just then and he whined, biting his lip.

"I'd go," Gavin asked, "if none of you kids feel like it."

"You're not even a rep-worker," Toby said. "You don't need the point. I could use it."

Kyle grunted. "So do I and I'm more behind than you, nub-head."

"Yeah, but you're actually gay," Toby said and crotch-grabbed Kyle. "You ride black dick all the time. My turn."

"But this one's about REP," Kyle said and crotch-grabbed back, lightly squeezing the safety orange nub-print, leading to a play-struggle.

Kyle got to fuck almost every time they went out in town. He joined them for their pussy hunts in a rainbow pride cup and landed a curious guy before any of the straight boys had even talked to a chick.

Not that they resented him. Kyle was great at chatting up girls who'd find straight Jacked teen apes approaching them too intimidating. Plus he licked the cumshots off their thighs at the dorm when they'd gotten milked sometime. Nobody bothered with a cup at the dorm so there was plenty to lick for the gay reparation workers.

"Well I haven't fucked the longest," Percy said. "Should be my turn."

Percy was straight but porn featuring women wasn't allowed at the dorm so the reparation workers spent many nights watching gay superior porn or black-on-Milky sex together and he had developed an appreciation.

"Boys," Gavin said, clapping his hands. "Decide before he offers it to other chimps."

The three teen bulls played rock-paper-scissor and Kyle won, jogging off to `perform' for Master Amaike, messaging him, "Sir, I serve because I'm white, sir."

The others returned to their tasks.

Just as Percy got back in the zone, he received a message from the dorm supervisor.

"Fuck," he said. "Today was change of linens? I totally forgot putting my bedding in the basket."

He was threatened with loosing 10 REP, like with any minor infraction.

"You gonna take the REP hit, son?" Gavin asked.

"Haha, not a chance," the boy said with a cocky grin and switched off his dildo.

Percy went into a half-squat and his collar turned yellow. Without a sound, he made a face like screaming for his life as the REP loss was traded for disciplinary measures.

Through the excruciating, mind-fucking pain Percy was barely able to see Toby and Gavin continuing the work, as his eyes teared up, bulging out of his quivering face. The second long reprimand seemed to stretch to hours, a world without pain seeming like a false dream.

The sensation stopped as sudden as it had begun and the REP loss dropped from 10 to 9.

The teen Adonis took a second to catch his bearing and calmed his breath. Then it was time for the next point trade, feeling even longer somehow. That brought him down to 8.

Time stretched to infinity as the next whole-body-wreckings of pain dropped it to 7, 6 and finally 5. As low as it ever went. That was just about three days' worth of REP gone.

"Woohoo," Percy made and flexed his sore muscles. He hammered his chest. "Always a fucking treat."

"Keep up," Toby said with a smirk. "We're behind without Kyle and I don't wanna fall below team quota or we'll all be 10 REP short."

"Five REP," Percy said, still catching his breath. "Unless you're a coward."

Toby shoulder bumped the lighter boy. "Hehe, fuck off, number 702."

Kyle was soon to return with an arrogant grin, hitting a proud double bi at his buddies who could see the deed in his bio.

Kyle was already bragging about it to his older brothers, who were regular employees over by the coconuts.

"Good job," Toby said, watching the blowjob in the gay boy's gallery.

"I suck because I'm white, hehe," Kyle said – his favorite version of the white creed.

Percy gave the gay teen a high five and they hit abs-vacuum at each other as their hands met. He was happy for Kyle and being in a gay Milky's good graces was extra nice for the dorm's upcoming journey to Kingston for their quarterly visit to the `Jack-Pot' – aka chimp heaven.

It only took a minute to get back into the meditation zone, pain echoes crawling along the light thunder of mini-gasms, slowly fading into pure pleasure.

Percy proudly made amends together with his dad and buddies while enjoying anal stimulation – and got paid for it, too. Finest whitey privilege.

Note: Hope you liked this excursion outside Hong Kong. What is that "Jack-Pot" mentioned here? Funny you should ask...

Let's get back to our little waggot and his buddies. They have a lot of ground still to cover.