Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2024 08:28:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Remnant of Heaven (Part 2) ======= Chapter 2 ======= === Shadow of Heaven === Name's Donghui – rhymin with long way, or strong gay. Or "foreplay" if my little brolove tellin it, but that's *so* no adorbs. I'm lookin no all that much similar to little Wancheng, with me instead attainin the classic FitFreak physique, lookin same as the sportsmodels of yore. Little more cut maybe. Most of the physique's showin, with my slingsuit a tame gesture of tanglin threads. Just kawaii orange strips on my ochre skin, from one shoulder to the crotch, almost vanishin in the butt crack of my bouncy globes. Nipple buds showin in the shape of kitty heads. Little cat ears of my crotch cup pokin out of the suit, too. Hey, I'm coverin the basics. On the lower half I'm wrappin sox - orange kneehighs with the LinkSole built in. Up top is a fringe, black but twinklin iridescent. I'm havin holo cat ears pokin up, twitchin when the pump skippin a beat. Cute as an ultra-fuckable button. Now you're done catchin, sugar. I'm at Bellclear Mall, more mossy water features than shops here, feelin like, but it havin allure. Angelic light filterin downway through glass an' foliage. Bag of sprinkly cookies in hand, I'm passin plenty of sweet fuckable ass. Some boys these days goin thong-only. Now if *that's* no an erect development. Some courier FAGs followin the guys `n girls with too much to carry, readin "rented" `cross the faceblurs. Plenty more in waitin pose by the almond tap, censory holes at the crowd. But fuckwhat's really my style is the CUNTs pullin new merch kioskway by the ton. (almond tap = dairy free milk and tea bar; C.U.N.T. = collaborative unity nurturing team, Yes Team members specialized for hard labor) Cunts is where it all done beginnin, fixin the post-heaven labor shortages. Thick, bulky, dreamy bodies, tall an' broad if the genes lettin them grow, tho there's plenty of short or narrow cunts just workin harder. Still only plain whiteys otherway, down to the spanky ballblur almost glowin red at the tip of their gray stretchers. With cunts flexin for work an' mesmerizin me, I'm getting to the tap `fore realizin Atlas is no there anymore. I'm peakin the stud an' fidgetin, nothin much on the focus. The fag asses at the bar advertizin "Fatal Stars 3: On the Edge", runnin now at the cine. I'm pokin two, three fingers through an anal billboard, rattlin whitey guts. Drone gettin alpha-omega fun, skinny thighs spasmin. Puttin my wraps into sensation mode. (cine = holographic and neuro-affective deep-immersion theater) Stud's callin me to SecondSkin. I'm donatin the waitin fag a spank on the perky ass `for headin storeway. === === === My charmin stud Atlas is a deep dark brown African, more than a head taller than me. An' *much* bigger. Thighs wide same as the shoulders. Done cuttin from obsidian. Even my dad lookin regular size next to my passionlove. Wide blue leather collar with steel spikes, blue wrist straps, blue nip buds. Wide blue holoskin mohawk strip on the bald head. Allevery piece sportin Ankara patterns from his birthplace. He's leanin on a standin table in a row of half a dozen other customers, all naked down to the cock or vag cups. But Atlas is a notorious free baller, so his dick is danglin. Pixelated, course, since this is public space. When I'm tellin he's bigger, I'm talkin muscle, sure, but he's also carryin a monster between the legs. It's a FantasyFancy design, cockhead like a serpent, the shaft bulky `n halfway down explodin with four thick, smooth knots like his cock done trainin biceps in allevery cardinal. Always at full length, too, even when it's soft and the censor blur's hidin the exact features. My stud is obscene as fuck. If you wonderin who bottomin, you no catchin, kick. *Allevery* man done Triple-A, gay or straight or whatever. Stud an' your lovely Donghui both doin only whitey holes when we stickin it in somethin. Gentle caressin is for my romanceboy, utter fuckin *ravaging* is for futtah drones. I'm raisin the cookies, stud greetin me with the bubble tea. Wide smile blessin his masc face. Atlas is the sweetest puppy you ever done meetin. Holoskin givin no conscious impression but I'm sure my cat ears twitchin with anticipation, sensation mode takin its toll. He goin for the deep, long kiss `for even speakin a word. "Hey sugar," Atlas smooth talkin. I'm askin, "An' why's my stud naked?" Atlas noddin into SecondSkin. "They're doin tie-dye suits. I'm gettin a thong." "Aw, already missin your adorbs blue hometown patterns." "How `bout we goin matchy-matchy?" "Sure. Havin a check." "Already done reservin a spot for my handsome." "*That's* my king stud." Lettin the slingsuit slip I'm joinin the nude waitin crowd. Buds `n cup stayin on an' I'm pickin my design. Fuck it, I *just* been tellin how much I'm likin the thong-only trend. Tie-dyin's no so hard but it's my first time an' I'm gettin a little splashed. While my new thong's dryin, Atlas joinin me on my quest for rubbin off the paint. === === === We goin to the shower facilities, me just in sox now, the stud just in his collar. Cocks swingin. It's `round the corner anyway. My dick's pretty normal under the blur, if you're desperate for the trivia. Expandable for a thickness rivalin my ankles. Kind of calmin down with sensation mode no longer edgin my horn fuckin stratosphereway. "Donghui? Pissin first, babe?" he askin. Couple of pretty honey-skin boys are pullin up their bodysuits as we swaggerin poleway, leavin behind a little off-duty fag. With the stretcher pullin the balls outway, whiteys no able pissin standin up or they're rainin all over their balls. So they pissin with legs wide, hands on ankles, head downway. No so far downway they're pissin in their own face, course. Except Atlas is givin this whitey a poke in the back an' makin it bend proper for a face piss. Stud an' me linin up, too, hand in hand, an' hittin the fag in the face with our streams. No way you gettin a vital on how *much* piss these modded bodies able fittin, sweetheart. Whitey is garglin our juice as it's powerwashin him. "Sirs, thank you for this delicious treatment, sirs, my beautiful masters." No reason for the nutclapper sayin a word but he no able shuttin. It's one of the eager types, 27 percent of whiteys cravin an' beggin an' doin too much. We shakin off an' headin away but eager fag no able givin it a rest. "Glorious Sirs, if you wish to drain more juices into this drone fuckhole, this whitey ASS is ready, sirs." I'm rollin eyes but Atlas lookin back, a peak from him flashin the slave's faceblur away. "Bit of a sloob, huh?" Stud's askin me. "You no serious. We done promisin no interruptions today." He grabbin my chin. "Babe... you catchin I'm likin the cute ones." Atlas' eyes glancin straight ahead at my ears. My cat ears. They twitchin for sure, fuckin traitors. Sighin. "*If* I'm able gettin muscle ass." "Erect," Atlas tellin me `n turnin for the sloob. Finger at the ground worldlessly tellin the whitey "head on the ground". "We're hoppin in the shower," Atlas tellin. "If you done findin a cunt for my passionlove when we done dryin, you gettin the beast. `n wash your piss face." "Sir yes sir, thank you sir," the fag yappin an' spankin his balls same as they're his enemy. We showerin as fast as able, really just me rubbin off the paint splatters. Eager holeboy is ready with a bulky worker drone. They tellin us their ASSes ready, they clappin their nuts, we headin for booths. I'm in, hammerin the big boy, a docile type just leavin me pistonin his ass how I'm wantin with my arm-thick rod. Atlas next to me donatin the yappin fag his beast. The front shaft stayin inside, the thick knotty second half is slippin in an' outway with eachevery thrust - a whole new world of spreadin. Finally shuttin the whitey up with body-quiverin alpha-omega. Atlas shuttin *me* up, too, with his kisses. Now that's where I'm appreciatin bein eager. My passionlove havin dazzlin as fuck makeout skills. The cunt is shakin with allevery thrust under me, my body prolly a bit lighter than the slave's but more powerful, fast motions wreckin this body tailored for labor he no able catchin his breath. Or maybe he's just having such a brutal alpha-omega high. We two lovebirds holdin hands. Our fuck victims reachin for each other, too, but for ball crushin. Lettin them have whitey fun. "What's next, stud?" I'm askin once our lips done attachin. "Been thinkin we seein Fatal Stars." "That still on?" "Third one." "No done seein the second." I'm shruggin. "No done seein the *first* `n I been fine." "Fuckwhy you startin with part two?" "Ha, you soundin just like little brolove. He's the one who's been takin me." Atlas grinnin. "Is that when you been here last? Ah, it's a tradition." I'm punchin him in the arm an' we speedin up. Orgasms settin in. We been goin dry the last few times, so we havin a load saved up that's able drownin a small animal. By unspoken agreement we goin for the shot this time. Two whiteys fillin up with what they cravin. When we done an' pullin out, the creamy goods spillin. I'm grabbin wipes for me `n stud, Atlas pushin them sixty-nine face to ass for cleanup `fore he's allowin them touchin a single tissues. We leavin them to it. Our tie-dye thongs done dryin. Mine in orange, stud's in black `n blue, with enough bulge he stayin obscene. Feelin a little nakey but that's fashion. We're cineway when dad peakin me, askin when I'm checkin by home so he able ensurin little brolove Wancheng is there, too. Family dinner. No really been plannin on that, Atlas wantin seein the city some more. Stud tellin me we havin a tick for choosin an' I'm makin dad aware. Ultimately no really able tellin the old man off, tho. Dad no peakin me often. === === === Gettin five minutes for a huggy "hao jiu bu jian" on little brolove, who's turnin out stylish as fuck some of these years. (hao jiu bu jian = long time no see) Mom's sideeyein me `bout my thong. I'm tellin her we're a unit, me an' Atlas, but he is no here for proof. Then dad draggin us basementway. Long done forgettin parents *havin* a basement. Been a maker space when we been kids but done strippin down since. Dad turnin off alleverythin' in here, allevery smart electronics `n even old timey trinkets. Requestin we turnin off outside coms an' recordins. He puttin up an omni relay shield for fuck's sake. "Spookin me a little, man," Wancheng tellin. "Rightly so," Dad tellin. I'm meetin eyes with brolove. He no catchin either. Been a long, long time since dad done preppin us for a scenario like same. "Shit," I'm mumbling. "A worm? That what is goin on?" Dad flinchin. "If we're *lucky*, boys. We seein market irregularities, tracin impossible, patterns too subtle. Somethin' *big* in the background, so slow we been missin it. Lookin like whole fuckin servers done compromisin but we no able findin the origin. Or what it's doin." I'm no sayin a word, hardly breathin. Dad lookin like he's no standin easy, even on legs that massive. "We thinkin it's Heaven itself. A dormant remnant slowly bootin up parts as its infiltratin." Heaven. We no needin any reminders. An electro-brain so super-intelligent an' kind, humanity surrenderin tons of control in just a decade. Then utopia no so fuckin pretty anymore. The war, the reset. Supposedly Heaven's only charry wirin an' plastic dust now. "You guys sure?" Course Wancheng feelin a need for askin. Dad shakin his head a tiny bit. "No bein sure here, but if we startin checkin... Heaven's smart enough for seein us comin. It's why I'm volunteerin you boys. You're no the only ones but we no allowin you catchin more than that." I'm swallowin hard. "Volunteerin for..." "Tracin the signal. Goin `round the world same any teen or young man might. Nothin more. For now." Brolove reachin out for a fist bump. "Donghui?" "Chengchengie?" I'm punchin his fist. Obvi, we doin this. "Fuckwhatever you needin. Ready anyall time, unit two." "Count on us, Bao."