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This scene has some sexual torture in it and some other pain play that may be a turn off to some readers. Feel free to skip over it, it’s not terribly important to the story.
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A camera was set on on a tripod, low enough that while I was on my knees, my legs spread wide to emphasize my locked nub it was right in my face. Most of this would be shot on phones, but Alex bought a nice camera for some of the videos he intended to make of me. Armando stood behind the camera, smiling warmly — and a bit lustily — as he monitored the recording.
We’d been over the lines I would say a few times, so plus the fact that I would adlib most of it we were ready to film my introduction video. Alex and Nhan spent about 10 minutes discussing some of the ideas Alex had. He made it clear that they were just suggestions and that as promised I was on loan and Nhan was, for all practical purposes, my master and owner for the day. The only rules were that I not be permanently physically damaged, we couldn’t do anything illegal, and there would be no piss or scat.
I was so thrilled as I looked into the camera that my hands were shaking in rhythm with my rapid heartbeat. Alex and Nhan stood over me to either side, fully dressed but their cocks hanging out of their flies. I looked up at Nhan and he nodded. The camera was already rolling.
“My name is-“ Alex’s semi-hard cock smacked the top of my head, making me stutter. “- Jesse Yamazaki-Wook.“
Nhan’s fully hard cock thumped on the top of my head. The two Asian Men were chuckling as they started a steady beat of their cocks on my head. I did my best now to speak steadily as if the delicious big Asian cocks weren’t distracting.
“That’s obviously not my real name, since I’m a lowly, inferior whitey that’s not my real name,” I continued.
We’d picked a J name for my porn star first name, then two last names of actors I found sexy from some of the TV and movies Alex had me watching: Kento Yamazaki to replace Alex’s Japanese last name Tanaka and Wood Ji-Chang to reflect his Korean heritage, all while keeping my Asian master anonymous and my own real name private.
“I live in Texas, where I have come to realize the truth that, due to evolution, whites are naturally inferior to Asians and nature says our place is to worship and serve Asians,” I continued. “I’m embracing my natural role by submitting as a slave to my Asian owner, along with whatever other Asian Men he invites to enjoy my body.”
The cocks stopped thumping against my head and face and the two Asian Men started rubbing the heads of their cocks on my cheeks, spreading precum everywhere. Armando panned the camera down slightly and zoomed out, showing my full body, including my locked dick.
“Being a slave, I don’t have any need for my milky little whitey dick, so it’s locked permanently,” I said, now ad libbing. “I love it that way. A whitey trash colonizer like me has no need for a dick. I know that it’s time to embrace Asian Supremacy, to recognize that my Asian superiors could colonize me no matter what I want but that they’re more moral than my ancestors and give me the choice to continue living the same pointless existence or to submit and embrace flipping the tables. Having my barbarian existence transformed by Asian colonization of my hole, my mouth, my body, my life.”
Both of my superiors obviously enjoyed hearing that, because their precum output practically doubled. I planned on going further, but Alex suddenly took a fistful of my hair and turned my head toward his cock, using his other hand to open my mouth. Quick, deep thrusts sent his cock into my throat, 10 in a row, then he pulled my head off him and turned me to face Nhan, who did the same.
When Nhan pulled his cock out of my mouth, just those 20 thrusts had my eyes watering as I turned back to the camera and smiled, genuinely joyful as I delivered my last line of the intro video.
“I’m Jesse, and I love being dominated and used by Asian Men!”
The recording was stopped, then a new one started before Nhan shocked me, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling me up to my feet,, guiding me to the bed. The pain in my scalp cleared my mind and I forgot the existence of the camera recording us.
At the side of the bed, Nhan roughly shoved me down atop the comforter and flipped me onto my back. Tears welling in my eyes as an involuntary reaction from the pain, I blinked several times as he got on the bed and straddled me. Again my hair was held tightly in his hand as he straddled my lower chest. His cock, so beautiful and throbbing, was standing proudly and I opened my mouth instinctively as he yanked my head up by the hair.
I yelped in pain but the cry was cut short as Nhan wasted no time driving that amazing cock all the way into my throat. He let go of my hair and grabbed my head with both hands, one on either side, and fucked my skull.
“Stupid worthless white faggot!” Nhan roared as he fucked my throat, making me gag as tears ran messily down my cheeks. “Take my Viet cock, cracker. So lucky you get to taste it. Yeah, you fucking stupid mayoskin whore.”
He was brutal with the pace and power. I felt like I was suffocating on his cock, something I’d learned to enjoy with my Master but not a feeling I’d been trained to endure when it came with this much aggression and force. My body reacted involuntarily, a hand finding its way to his thigh and pushing. Nhan pulled out and again took me by the hair. Eyes blurry, coughing and sputtering for breath, body trembling and lungs burning, I looked up at him intending to apologize and just in time to see the rage in his eyes before his open palm slammed into my cheek. I felt my hole face go hot and the rest of my body turn ice cold.
“The fuck you think you are, whitey?” he growled. “You don’t push an Asian man away.”
Another smack, this time backhanded across my other cheek.
“Don’t you ever try to stop an Asian man from using your pathetic, inferior whitey boy throat,” he barked.
“I’m sorry sir!” I blurted out, my voice rough. “I’m sorry! I’m so-“
My “sorry” was cut short as he he used my open mouth as an opportunity to shove his cock back in to the hilt, his pelvis smashing my nose, making it sting, and smooth balls resting for only a half second before he started ravaging my face again.
“You’re gonna learn to obey Asian men, you stupid piece of white trash,” he growled through clinched teeth. “Look me in the eyes when I’m using your throat, faggot.”
Eyes slammed shut and my focus shattered by the brutality of the throat fuck, it took me a half second to process his command. That delay earned me a smack to the back of my head milliseconds before my eyes opened. Sight totally blurred by wet eyes, I looked up seeing just the shape of Nhan’s pretty, masculine, youthful face. I could almost imagine the scowl of contempt as he brutally drilled my mouth. Gagging and sucking in whatever air I could each time he pulled back, I maintained my consciousness in part by sheer will.
But I quickly noticed one thing that confused me: I was loving it. As the thick mushroom head forced itself into my throat and Nhan’s pubes smashed into my nose to leave me with a constant stinging sensation and his balls smacked my chin, I was filled with excitement. The pain was amazing. I found myself even thinking that choking to unconsciousness on Nhan’s cock would be incredibly hot and fulfilling.
An Asian Man, my high school crush whose cock I’d sucked (albeit less aggressively) countless times was hurting me and it turned him on. The pain definitely turned me on, too, but even more than that I felt ecstatic that Nhan was enjoying my pain. It was a transcendent experience to have this Asian Man objectify me to the point where my pain was only consequential so far as his satisfaction was concerned. And it was spiritually nourishing to submit to Nhan’s abuse at the command of my Asian Master, my Asian Owner.
The “play” part of raceplay was obviously over. As I felt precum stream out of my locked nub and down my tight balls, pulled forward by my useless dick trying pointlessly to get fully hard in the cage, I realized I had embraced Asian Supremacy as my own personal worldview.
It felt liberating!
I was pulled from my pain-induced meditation when Nhan yanked his cock fully from my mouth. Coughing and sputtering for breath I did my best to keep my eyes on him as he’d ordered. I could hear him panting. It filled me with peace even as I struggled to regain my outward composure to hear those labored breaths and know he was enjoying using me so much it left him winded.
Finally breathing normally after about 10 seconds, thoughtlessly I croaked, “Thank you, Sir.”
My eyes were cleared enough that I could see a satisfied smirk appear on his face. That made me feel good.
After a minute to catch his breath and admire my sloppy cocksucking white male face, Nhan kicked the insides of each thigh, telling me to spread my legs. I did, and he dropped to his knees between them.
“Look at this,” he said with a laugh, looking toward Alex and the camera.
Suddenly I remembered we weren’t alone. I looked at Alex to see pride on his face. I’d submitted and endured the first assault and even thanked my Master’s guest for using me so roughly. I’d been a good boy, at least so far.
Alex stepped forward with camera in hand and an amused smile played across his face when he saw Nhan holding his Asian Cock over my locked whiteboy nub.
“For all I know, this white clit is bigger than my Asian cock unlocked,” Nhan said, looking me in the eye. “But it doesn’t matter. It’s locked up and it’ll never be used again. The only pleasure you’ll get for the rest of your pathetic whitey life will come from Asian Men.”
I felt my heart flutter and butterflies in my stomach.
“Yes, sir!” I answered, my voice excited but still hoarse. “That’s the way it should be, sir.”
Nhan smiled down at me, a mean expression betraying sadistic intent. He took his rock hard cock in his right hand and slapped it down on my balls, making me squirm. My balls were so full of cum and begging for release, but what he said next didn’t surprise me.
“You white males don’t get to cum unless an Asian Man decides he wants you to,” Nhan said, his tone venomous, his right hand lubing up his beautiful cock. “I don’t want you to cum. I wanna see you suffer. But I know whites don’t have self control, so if you get close you’re going to say ‘close’ and I’m gonna stop fucking until your nub calms down. If you cum, I’m gonna ravage your hole till I’m done, then I’m gonna punish you. Do you understand me, boy?”
He lined his cock up with my hole as he asked that question.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, then moaned in pleasure-laced pain as he shoved that cock in balls deep right as I said ‘sir.’
Nhan wasted no time, immediately bending over me and grabbing ahold of my neck with his lubey right hand, applying light pressure as he fucked me like a jackhammer. The pain coursed through my body as if carried by my veins, followed closely by ecstasy with each thrust of his Asian cock into my white boypussy.
He was careful with the angle of his fucking, intentionally avoiding my g-spot. I was loving this, but that was just a byproduct of his pleasure. And, of course, his pleasure was all that mattered. He was an Asian man borrowing my slave body from my Asian Master, and I’m a good slave that knows his place serving Asian men and purpose giving Asian men pleasure.
Hearing my moans lose their edge of pain, Nhan locked eyes with me and spit in my face. Then he took his right hand from my throat and brought his open palm down on my left cheek, the slap echoing in the room along with my yelp.
“Fuckin’ white bitch slut,” Nhan growled. “Take this Asian cock.”
He kept fucking me, occasionally slapping my face or body if he thought I was enjoying myself too much for about 10 minutes before he brushed his cock against my g-spot.
“Close!” I whined. “Close, sir!”
Nhan yanked himself fully from me and grabbed my balls, squeezing them and yanking them down hard. I cried out and involuntarily reached to stop him but Nhan was fasted. He grabbed my by the throat with his free and and shoved me down, putting all his pressure on my throat and cutting off my airway. Panic set in, my eyes wide as I felt pain like electricity shock my whole body, radiating from my abused balls.
He let up on the pressure on my throat almost immediately and kept that left hand on my throat. Releasing my balls, Nhan shoved back into me without a word. Finding his rhythm again almost instantly, Nhan spat on my face again and used his right hand to rub his saliva all over my face before sticking his index and middle finger into my open, gasping mouth.
Nhan looked like the same guy I’d sucked off in high school, only slightly more mature, but the look of contempt on his face as he locked eyes with me left me feeling weak. His power and natural Asian authority were so present in his expression, in his hard eyes. My mouth watered as I felt him fuck into my white boypussy, feeling his length abuse my hole causing me to remember the silky feel of his steel-hard cock on my lips and in my mouth.
I thought back to all those times servicing his cock in the back of his car. I didn’t realize it until now, but his selfish and demanding nature as he used my mouth and throat to cum and then kicked me out of his car, got in his drivers seat and drove away without even so much as letting me take my white dick out of my pants had conditioned me for this.
I wondered as Nhan grabbed each of my thighs and pushed my legs back, folding me in half, if he was doing it consciously, shaping me into a submissive plaything that would embrace Asian Supremacy in raceplay. I wouldn’t put it past him, but intentional or not that was obviously the effect.
I was thankful to him for it.
Nhan picked up the pace and put more force behind his thrusts. Not stopping his power fuck, he flipped me into my side. He bent down over me and grabbed my neck with both hands. He growled, tightened his grip to choke me and shoved his cock hard and fast in and out six times before yanking out, flipping me back onto my back and unloading six thick shots of cum onto my locked white dicklet. Seeing his ecstasy, watching him shoot and feeling his cum run into the cage and down my balls and along my taint filled me with satisfaction. My balls hurt from a mix of blue balls and the abuse he gifted them, my neck and throat were sore from the choking, my face was warm from the slapping, my breathing heavy, my brain immersed in a practically psychoactive cocktail of hormones and natural chemicals.
It never failed to surprise me how much I enjoyed and now even craved being used selfishly and aggressively by Alex and, I now realized, any other Asian Man he decided to share me with.
Nhan panted as he knelt above me for about 45 seconds, then smacked my left thigh.
“Thank you, sir,” I managed breathily.
Nhan quirked a grin before he stood and left me there on the bed, a weak mess. He went to the bathroom to clean up and Alex came up to me, a lusty and sadistic grin on his face. He focused on my abused hole, my cum-covered cage and balls, then my face.
“How was that?” Alex asked me.
“Amazing, Goshujinsama,” I said without thinking. “It’s an honor to make an Asian Man cum, and even better since my Master enjoyed watching it.”
Alex smiled, now an expression of pride.
“Good boy,” he said, messing my hair. “Good white boy.”
Author’s note: I know this one is a bit shorter but I wanted to get another chapter up, since it’s been so long. As always, I’ll update when I can but can’t promise a timeline and apologize for delays.
