Welcome to the Asian Century Chapter II
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The next day went more or less as normal. Classes, lunch, classes, homework. Some of those classes had been with Jianhao, but the Chinese boy said nothing, simply exchanging knowing glances with Louis. There was nothing more to say yet.
When he came to his room from supper he took off his shirt, thinking about the previous night. Imagining Jianhao's smirking face, he masturbated, coming quickly but unsatisfyingly over the floor. He had promised to volunteer to be a slave. Join the Payback Movement himself, just like in the fantasies that had been crowding out every other thought in his head. He took off the rest of his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. It was worth getting familiar with nudity.
By the time Jianhao eventually visited it was past 10. Still naked, Louis had returned to his homework. He felt a pang of embarrassment when the Chinese boy came in, but no real shame.
"Hey Louis," Jianhao said, and sat down on the bed next to him, the door swinging shut. He laid one hand on the white boy's shoulder. "Looks like you're ready to become a slave." There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Come to my room."
"Wait, let me get dressed--"
Jianhao cut him off. "No. Like this. Slave."
Louis got up. He clutched his dick in a tiny concession to his modesty. "Alright," he agreed. He noticed the Chinese boy was holding something in his hands--a leash. With careful concentration, Jianhao fixed it round Louis's collar. The white boy didn't resist.
The Hongkonger's dick tasted salty in Tom's mouth, and he fought back the urge to choke as it touched the back of his throat. Part of him was telling him this was degrading. The rock- hard part between his legs was telling him it was absolutely fine. His hands had been released, now his guards were pushing down his shoulders to keep him on his knees. Closing his eyes, he gripped Siuchun's dick and allowed himself to become more enthusiastic, licking and sucking it loudly. He started, beside himself, to masturbate.
At this the other Chinese started laughing. "Wow, he wants to da fei gei for us as well?" one said. Tom opened his eyes just in time for Siuchun to slap him vigorously. "Not yet, gwailo. Save your cum for outside." Tom forced himself to stop, missing the orgasm by an inch. Precum was dribbling from his dick. He turned his attention to Siuchun's body, feeling his smooth Asian skin with his free hand, trying to grab the Hongkonger's ass. Tom had a girlfriend in Britain. He'd never thought of himself as bisexual. He was reconsidering. The Cantonese girl in the team was watching with amusement.
Eventually he felt the warm spurt of cum from Siuchun's dick. The Hongkonger sighed with relief, and slapped him again for good measure. "Fucking gwailo, diu lei lo mo." Tom swallowed. Siuchun stuffed his dick back into his trousers, then looked round. "Anyone else wants to use him, wait until he's outside. Let's go."
Tom let himself get hauled up by his arms, then pulled out of his apartment, bundled down its stairs--passing a business partner of his, whom he weakly and ridiculously greeted with 'Hello'--and down, outside onto the streets of Hong Kong.
The damp air of the city hit his naked body like a towel, and the pavement felt hot beneath his feet.
Jianhao's room was only just down the corridor outside. No one was watching at this hour, but as he padded naked behind the Chinese boy, Louis could still feel keenly aware of all the boundaries he was breaking. Jianhao led him into his room. Dominic, another Chinese boy from Hong Kong with a round face and a thin pair of glasses, was already sitting inside on the bed.
"Louis the slaveboy!" Dominic greeted him facetiously. He looked down at Louis's dick. "Thanks for the salute."
"Don't be too harsh, Dom, this is as good as it gets for white boys."
"Stay standing, slave," Jianhao ordered, then sat down on his chair.
After watching Louis for a few moments, he spoke up again. "Do you want to know why we're stripping you guys naked like this?" Not waiting for a reply, he continued. "Back in the Second World War, when the Japanese freed Burma from the British they paraded the fallen Europeans naked in front of the native Asians. The thing is, take away their nice clothes, their uniforms, their stolen wealth, and white people aren't so scary any more. They learn their place. We're following the same principle. Except unlike the Japs, we're going to win, and we're going to end white supremacy once and for all. Without anyone having to die. Stripping you guys naked and taking your wealth works a whole lot better than genocide, and we get to keep you around for work."
Louis stared. This was about a lot more than just sex. Racial justice. Justice for Chinese civilisation. For the world, maybe. He let go of his dick and awkwardly put his hands on his buttocks.
"Let me tell you how it's going to happen." Jianhao leaned back, looking up, closing his eyes. He clearly thought about this a lot. "Sometime soon, China is going to declare war on white people. The reparations payments, the payback movement, are all just building up to it, sowing the seeds of discord, creating the enemy within. Europe will fold as soon as we declare. They know they don't have a chance, and we already own most of your governments anyway. Same goes for Australia and Canada--too many of us there already. America will hold out longer. But they can't do anything. Our hackers control their nuclear systems. Their command centres. It'll be over in hours. And then..."
"Then we'll run the world again." Dominic chuckled. "And white people will be history."
"Banned from wearing clothes, given Chinese names, shipped around the world as slaves. Poetic justice," Jianhao concluded. "Fuck, I get hard just thinking about it."
Louis's cheeks were flushing red in a confused mix of anger, shame, arousal and embarrassment.
"We're not here to chat about politics with a honky, right?" Dominic asked.
"Bu shi." Jianhao looked at Louis clinically. "You're not the first person to try to volunteer here, but until now the school has kept a lid on it. I mean, it wouldn't do for the elite school of British aristocracy to have naked white boys running around proclaiming how inferior they are. But I've got a plan. The Chinese government funds this school substantially now. If you become a celebrity in China, the school won't have a choice if they don't want to lose all that Chinese money."
Louis nodded slowly.
"So, I've posted all these recordings and photos of you to Weibo. You're the rich Euro boy who loves China so much he'll strip naked for it. The photo of you with the flag is already a big hit."
At first, Louis felt his heart sink, but the strange pride he felt last night soon came back. He imagined all the millions of Chinese teens gawking at his naked body. In a darker corner of his mind he imagined the frustration of his aristocrat family at his race treason, at the lineage he was throwing away. He imagined his brother, two years older than him, watching in disgust while he wanked and fucked on the streets with a leash around his neck. Maybe he could put on something even more demeaning, like a frilly pink skirt. The thought turned him on even more.
"Now you can wank." Siuchun pointed at Tom's dick. Tom obliged. He came almost instantly, spurting an arc of cum across the pavement, though he got little satisfaction from it. Passers-by took pictures, called out in Cantonese.
The girl looked unimpressed. "The Guard is arresting all the young gwailo scum like you in Wan Chai," she explained. "You fail our test, like you just did, you go get put on display on Statue Square. Then we take you to re-education."
"That's right," Siuchun confirmed. "And we have the right to fuck you first." Siuchun took out a collar and attached it round Tom's neck. They set off through the crowds.
The people watching them didn't keep their distance for long. Hongkongers of both genders touched him freely, even poking his backside or weighing his dick in their hands, as his guard escorts encouraged them in Cantonese. More than once a Chinese guy took out his dick just to confirm that it was bigger than a white boy's.
When they reached Statue Square, Tom saw what the girl had meant. Several dozen white boys around his own age stood in the middle of the square in chains. From their toned bodies and well-kempt looks he guessed they were all from wealthy backgrounds like his own.
A young Chinese man in military uniform holding what looked like metal cuffs walked up to them, shook hands with Siuchun. "Last one?" the soldier asked.
Siuchun replied in Cantonese, and the soldier looked at Tom, then laughed. "Next time, don't wank unless we tell you to, gwailo," Siuchun explained. He gave Tom a humiliating pat on his ass, then handed the leash over to the soldier. As his previous tormentors watched, he was led over to the group of naked whites, arranged with military precision in four long rows behind a perimeter of railings. Crowds were pressing up to watch on all sides, their bronze Asian faces and black hair blending together in Tom's vision, some holding up their phones and tablets to record them. Tom could see some news teams with bulky cameras. Up close, Tom could see the embarrassed and angry looks on the whites' faces. Most of them were hard. Not all of them had leashes on their necks, but chains at their ankles bound all of them together.
Tom was positioned at the end of the front row, next to a guy with black hair, pale skin, and a resentful expression. The soldier attached the rings he was carrying to Tom's ankles, linking them up, then walked away to confer with a group of other guards.
Tom turned to the guy next to him. "I'm Tom."
"Leo," he answered curtly. "Though the pleasantries are unnecessary. Believe me, I'm leaving this island as soon as this farce is over." Glancing down, Tom saw Leo's hands cupping his crotch, his messy black pubic hair peeking out from beneath. Tom could feel an odd sense of mischief and arousal rising inside of him.
The group of soldiers walked over. The one who had attached Tom's chains walked to the front, the others took positions at the sides and behind. "You're here to be humiliated," the soldier shouted in his Cantonese accent. "So humiliate yourselves! White animals!"
"Looks like we have some things to take care of first," Tom replied quietly to Leo. He could tell he wouldn't be impressed by this. Grabbing Leo by the side, he kissed him on the mouth.
For a while the discussion continued between the two Chinese boys while Louis stood awkwardly watching them. He quickly realised that the two were more than just friends. Dominic--Dominic Wong--was only half-Asian by birth, he learned, a product of the boom in Asian male/white female relationships in the last few decades since China became the world's largest economy. His features seemed close enough to a purebred like Jianhao as to make no difference. Now the conversation had stopped. Jianhao and Dominic were looking meaningfully into each other's eyes, ignoring Louis entirely.
"We're going to rule the world," Jianhao eventually said, then whispered something in Mandarin. Dominic nodded. They moved in on each other and kissed, making out noisily, shoving their hands down each other's shirts.
After a minute they withdrew. Jianhao looked at Louis.
"Come kneel down in front of me, white slave," he ordered. Louis obeyed, setting his knees on the smooth wooden floor. Jianhao took his socks off, and planted one Asian foot in Louis's face as he went back to kissing his friend. When they let up again, he put his foot back down. "Suck my dick," he ordered, standing up.
Gingerly, Louis unzipped Jianhao's trousers. He delicately fished out the Chinese boy's hard, brown dick, noting the contrast with his white hand. Dominic got up too, unzipping himself. "Jack me off while you're at it," he added.
Louis licked, then obediently wrapped his lips around Jianhao's dick, and grabbed the other Asian's with his free hand. Looking up at Jianhao, he imagined doing this in public, his dick straining with a new rush of arousal. He found his rhythm quickly as the two Chinese boys turned their attention back to each other.
Leo's resistance had melted, and the two white boys made out for a while with what felt like the whole of China watching. Tom grabbed Leo's dick and started to jack him off.
By now the whole group was going at each other. Tom figured they must have seeded it with volunteer slaves to get it started. Breaking through the repression of someone like Leo wasn't so hard when they were already naked and confused.
For a moment, the more reasonable part of Tom wondered what on earth he was doing.
It didn't take long for Leo to cum. Tom could feel the sticky fluid on his fingers. Breaking their kiss, he wiped his hand on Leo's body and pushed him down to the ground, forcing him onto all fours. Getting to his knees, Tom shoved his dick into the other white boy's asshole. He looked up at the crowd and made a V sign with his fingers, grinning.
Jianhao and Dominic came at the same time. Louis swallowed Jianhao's cum almost by instinct. He felt the other boy's drip warmly down his cheek. There was that sense of pride again.
He got up. "Wait. I need the loo."
Jianhao nodded impatiently.
Louis left the room. Another white boy was outside in his pyjamas, probably also headed to the bathroom. He was staring. Naked, smiling, with cum on his face, a leash round his neck and a straining erection, Louis greeted him in Chinese with an affectation of nonchalance. "Ni hao."