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BigBadFuta
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- Joined
- Dec 23, 2023
"The Fuck do you mean you got a black band???" My older sister Marissa was never one to hold back her opinions on anything, especially when it came to me. "That's not possible, even my boyfriend Jack is only a white band, and he's HUGE!" It certainly didn't help that our father Dan was one of the smallest band colors one could be, purple. It was a near guarantee that I would be a purple as well, or smaller, but somehow that didn't happen. How, I'm not sure, but I wasn't going to complain if it meant I basically had free reign to choose my sexual partners.
The banding process was generations old at this point, so everyone knows how it works. Back when the world population was going downhill fast, the government issued colored bands to certain men based on a number of factors. Size was obviously the most important, but they also did checks for sperm count, refractory period, gene strength, and a lot of other factors I can never remember. But essentially all of those factors get added up and put into a single band color. Lowest is Green, then Purple, Red, Orange, White, and at the top, Black. The colors basically define a man's purpose in the world, and how his life is going to look, so the "Banding Ceremony" that happens after a guy turns 18 is essentially the most important day of his entire life.
Green and Purple bands have to work harder jobs for longer hours, and they don't get paid very well. Red and Orange bands have much better jobs, they only have to work like 30 hours a week, and their monthly stipend is more than enough to live comfortably on, and even support a pretty large family. White and Black bands, however, have all the luxury. They are basically granted a "free use" pass on any woman they see, unless that woman is married to another black or white band, and the stipend they get for working 20 hours a week is mind-boggling. Hell, I walked out of my own ceremony this morning with a permanent black tattoo around my arm and access to a new bank account with $1M as my stipend. It's absolutely crazy!
I'm not sure what I'm going to do next though. My options are essentially limitless!
The banding process was generations old at this point, so everyone knows how it works. Back when the world population was going downhill fast, the government issued colored bands to certain men based on a number of factors. Size was obviously the most important, but they also did checks for sperm count, refractory period, gene strength, and a lot of other factors I can never remember. But essentially all of those factors get added up and put into a single band color. Lowest is Green, then Purple, Red, Orange, White, and at the top, Black. The colors basically define a man's purpose in the world, and how his life is going to look, so the "Banding Ceremony" that happens after a guy turns 18 is essentially the most important day of his entire life.
Green and Purple bands have to work harder jobs for longer hours, and they don't get paid very well. Red and Orange bands have much better jobs, they only have to work like 30 hours a week, and their monthly stipend is more than enough to live comfortably on, and even support a pretty large family. White and Black bands, however, have all the luxury. They are basically granted a "free use" pass on any woman they see, unless that woman is married to another black or white band, and the stipend they get for working 20 hours a week is mind-boggling. Hell, I walked out of my own ceremony this morning with a permanent black tattoo around my arm and access to a new bank account with $1M as my stipend. It's absolutely crazy!
I'm not sure what I'm going to do next though. My options are essentially limitless!