Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2017 22:16:43 -0500
From: Servant Laowai <china.payback@protonmail.com>
Subject: Welcome to the Asian Century chapter 1

Welcome to the Asian Century
Chapter I

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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. 
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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."