Ethan shuffled through the neon-lit gym in New Eden, waist-down naked as the law demanded, his chrome chastity cage glinting under the lights. At 173 cm and 68 kg, the average white guy felt smaller than ever. His locked 10 cm cock strained uselessly. Then he saw her—Valerie, the prime purestrain of her generation. Towering at 188 cm and 73 kg with 102-61-107 cm curves, she powered through squats, sweat dripping down her powerful thighs.
"Look at you, little cage-boy," Valerie purred, her voice sharp and teasing as she approached, pheromones hitting him like a drug. "That tiny thing twitching? My scent making you horny already?"
Ethan swallowed. "I... I just wanted to say you look incredible. Maybe buy you a drink?"
She laughed, a wicked sound. "A drink? How original. Whitebois like you always think your validation buys a chance. But purestrains only breed with real men—BBC that makes my pussy wet and dripping." She flexed, ass firm from endless training. "Tell me, does that cage ache while you edge to propaganda all day?"
"Yes," he panted, sweating. "It's constant. I can't cum."
"Good. That's the point." Valerie's eyes sparkled with competitive fire. A towering purestrain man, Jamal—203 cm, 120 kg, his 30 cm cock already hard—joined her. She turned, pulling him close. "Watch this, Ethan. This is what you can never have."
Valerie dropped to her knees for a sloppy blowjob, her tongue working Jamal's thick cock while she glanced back. "See how he fills my mouth? My pussy's throbbing for this." They moved to the mat, her riding him hard, ass bouncing, both panting and sweating. "Fuck yes, stretch my pussy!" she moaned, coming hard as Jamal came deep inside her, cum dripping down her thighs. Ethan stood frozen, cage aching, utterly humiliated yet aroused beyond reason.
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