Welcome to the Asian Century Chapter I
- This is a fantasy story featuring fictitious characters over the age of 18 in real locations. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Any political views expressed in the story should not be taken to reflect the author's own, and the story is intended as erotica rather than an accurate depiction of the future. -
Tom leaned back in his chair, enjoying the soft leather. It was another hot summer evening in Hong Kong, and the AC worked in overdrive to keep his spacious room cool.
He was 21 years old and living life to the full. Freshly graduated with top marks from Oxford, and tapping his family's extensive wealth, he'd moved to Hong Kong to get a job at a hedge fund. It was barely a choice: all the money was flowing into Asia now. Once his position would have been fairly clear: rich young white expat in Hong Kong had been common enough since the days of British rule.
But things were changing in China since the latest financial crisis. The UN had imposed reparations payments on white countries, making their situation even worse. Young whites were being bought up from the declining, debt-ridden Western countries and imported into China, slaves in all but name. In some places he'd heard they'd even be stripped naked, made to expose themselves to show Chinese people that they had defeated their former oppressors. And of course there were the volunteers, the actual slaves who signed up for it and stripped themselves naked. They were crazy.
Tom put them out of his mind. Whatever happened to other whites, he was untouchable.
The sharp knocks at his front door shocked him out of his self-satisfied daydream. He got up. "Open up!" someone shouted outside. It was probably the police--they had been inspecting foreigners' houses a lot recently. He walked across the room and into the hallway of his apartment. Before he could reach the door it slammed open with a loud bang. "Back away and strip down, gwailo!"
In his dorm room at Eton, Louis was masturbating while he watched the news.
It was pretty common for him now. Every day there was new footage of young naked white men and women marching, waving Asian and African flags, with shackles on their feet and signs demanding "ENSLAVE WHITES NOW" and "PAY BACK OUR CRIMES". It turned him on desperately, more than any actual porn. So he lay on his bed, opened his laptop and jacked off to the news.
When the Payback Movement had started a year ago, he'd barely paid attention. It was just the latest, cringeworthy spasm of white guilt: young whites volunteering to be slaves, stripping naked and proclaiming to everyone the crimes of their race. At first they were just arrested for public indecency. Things changed. The financial crash happened, the Chinese government started sponsoring the movement, shipping naked volunteer slaves to Asia or auctioning them to wealthy Asians in the West. Young whites without any other prospects took up the cause. Apparently it was liberating. Hard to imagine what their racist ancestors a hundred years ago would think if they saw what was happening now.
Rationally, Louis felt offended, like any white person would, but he couldn't stop himself from being turned on. He often argued about it with the ethnic boys in his house, standing up for his race when they mocked him and asked when he'd strip down for them. Then, when he came back to his room, he jacked off to it. He had started fantasising about doing it himself, even stripping off, putting fake shackles on his feet and taking selfies in the mirror. He bought a Chinese flag to pose with, holding it in one hand while he took a photo of himself side-on, tongue out, one foot in the air behind him, doing his best impression of a slutty look. It was a risky habit, but hard to stop once he started. He was a handsome European aristocrat, with a slim but well-built body for an 18-year-old, and straight brown hair and eyes. His skin was smooth and ivory white, mostly hairless except for a small shock of unkempt brown pubic hair below his navel. A lot of people would be very happy to see those photos.
With his earphones in he didn't realise that Jianhao was standing by the door until after he had come. The first thing Louis noticed was the smirk on his Chinese housemate's face, which turned him on painfully. The second was the phone Jianhao was holding which had been recording him. The white boy immediately felt the hot flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. He stood up guiltily, still clutching his dick.
Jianhao put the phone away nonchalantly. "Do you have the line numbers for our Latin translation? I missed the last div." He fixed the naked white boy with dark Asian eyes, and Louis looked back at him, lost for words. A thought rose unbidden that Jianhao was exceptionally beautiful, with his smoothly contrasting golden skin, black hair, and perfect, slightly angular oriental features. He tried to suppress it. The thought was--probably--a bit racist.
Louis and Jianhao were both finalists and classmates, preparing for their A levels mere weeks away. Jianhao had been born in China--Louis didn't know exactly where, Shanxi or Shaanxi. His father was a rich factory owner, his uncle was a party official. He was destined for the elite, and his academic achievement reflected it. Louis didn't know why he bothered learning Latin, except maybe to prove his own superiority by outdoing Europeans at their own game. That was always the East Asian thing. For Louis, studying Latin had just been family tradition.
Louis realised he was staring. "I can check my email-- he began, slightly uselessly as he stood buck naked with his balls quite literally in his hand.
Jianhao waved his hand dismissively. "Let me see." He invited himself in, sitting down on Louis's wheelie chair and commandeering his laptop. He opened the email client, covering up the YouTube stream on which he'd been watching the news, where the naked Paybackers were still being shown. He was still smirking while he browsed through the white boy's emails.
"Don't worry, Louis, it was always kind of obvious." He broke the silence wryly. "So many laowai like you, getting all angry at race traitors and then wanking yourselves to sleep over it in private." He patted Louis's head condescendingly.
Louis felt angry, but realised he had nothing to say in reply. He'd been caught with the cum still fresh on his hands.
Tom stared at the intruders. Four young men and a woman. All looked like typical native Hongkongers, slim bodies with the same shade of olive skin and deep black hair. One of the guys wore glasses, a short-sleeved shirt and formal wear; Tom couldn't help thinking he looked like an archetypal Asian nerd. The one standing next to him looked similar enough without the glasses, both the others looked more well-built, wearing revealing vests and shorts. The girl was beautiful. Her perfectly kempt hair flowed over her shoulders.
"Can I help?"
"Diu, did you not hear us the first time? You can help by stripping naked, gwailo," the nerdy one replied. The others laughed. Other than the slang term his English was in almost a perfect British accent. "He won't do it himself, Siuchun," the girl commented. "Just take his clothes off."
Before he could respond, the two heavier guys had grabbed his trousers and boxers, ripping them down to his feet. One of them held his hands behind his back while the other unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. In a few moments he was completely naked, hands still held tight behind his back, exposing the whole front of his white body, dick and all, to the Chinese. Humiliating, yes, yet he had to admit he felt strangely excited.
"Better la!" Siuchun smiled. He started taking off his own shirt, revealing his slim Asian body. His nipples were dark brown. A red armband was tied near his shoulder with golden Chinese characters Tom couldn't read, though he thought he made out the symbols for 'white devil'. He realised they had to be from the New Red Guards: it must be one of their slogans. 'Put the white devil in his place', 'Expel the white devil', something like that.
"Okay, gwailo, here's the deal," he continued. Siuchun's hands were on his waist now, short tufts of black hair visible on his armpits. Tom thought he looked slightly ridiculous. "You were wearing clothes, so obviously you think you shouldn't be a slave. So... Give us one good reason why you shouldn't be a slave. Then we can decide whether you just need to suck our dicks, or if you need proper humiliation."
"Asian pride," one of the others added unnecessarily. "Zhongguo wansui!" the one holding his hands answered in Mandarin from behind.
"You've got three tries."
Despite being naked and cornered, Tom realised it was a kind of question he'd answered often enough before. Putting on his best charming rich guy voice, he started: "Look, I work in the finance industry. It's Hong Kong's biggest economic sector--when we get richer, you guys get richer. And I'm good at what I do. Go check my portfolio. Hell, go check my exam results from uni if you want."
Of course, his arguments looked ridiculous while he was naked with his dick hanging down for everyone to see.
"Hau hoeng! Anything you can do, Asians can do better," the girl said in a singsong voice. They laughed. This wasn't going to work. "Try again," Siuchun said.
Tom tried to think. Defending his race as a whole wasn't going to work. Maybe a compromise? "Um... I agree. Asians are better than us. I want to help you guys take over. I'm in a great position. Other white people will do what I say."
"You can do that as a slave lo," the other nerdy-looking one interrupted drily. Siuchun smirked. "One more go white boy." Tom was getting hard despite himself.
"You need to keep some free white people around for image purposes, right? You can't just be slavers." It was a desperate argument. They didn't bother replying to it. "Nah," Siuchun said flatly. "We do what we like now. Asian century, right? Daai sek zaak sei haai."
He paused. "Looks like another disappointment," he eventually added, laughing. "In the name of the People's Republic the tribunal finds you guilty of violating the reparations law. Your punishment is humiliation and life enslavement." He pulled down his trousers, revealing an erection that was much bigger than that racist 'Asian nerd' image had predicted. "First, though, I need a fucking blowjob." One of his guards pushed Tom to his knees. He didn't resist.
Jianhao had forwarded the homework to himself, but he made no effort to get up. He opened up the 'Recent files' tab, and looked down the list of images there. Their names already showed they were camera photos--Louis had been saving them to Dropbox. Before he could react, Jianhao opened one up. The white boy stared with angry embarrassment at the photo of himself he had taken with the Chinese flag. But there was a flutter in his chest, even a strange kind of pride. He wasn't ugly. Maybe the Chinese boy would even approve.
Jianhao laughed. "Good shit! It's even kind of hot." He immediately sent it to himself as an email. "Do it for me again now, white slave," he ordered, looking up into Louis's eyes.
Louis didn't even think to object. Finally letting go of his hardening dick, he picked up the Chinese flag, which he had left on his desk, and struck the same pose. Jianhao shoved his hand into his trousers, unsubtly rubbing his dick. "Fucking nice, baigui," he said. "You really are hot for a white boy." He took out his phone again with his free hand, recording Louis.
Louis's dick strained, and any remaining shame he had was run over by how turned on he was. "I'll be your slave, Jianhao. You're better than me in every way. We deserve to be your slaves."
Jianhao didn't reply for a while, sitting back and watching the white boy debase himself. "Wank, white slave," he eventually ordered.
And Louis did. He stroked his dick as fast as he could, staring at the Chinese boy, who was still fully clothed. Eventually he spurted cum, sighing.
"Was that good, white boy?" He was smiling. Louis nodded. The high was quickly fading, and his embarrassment returning. He clutched his dick again, though made no move to put on any clothes. "Volunteer. Then I'll show you what I've got."