You feel like a bit of fun ()

It's a beautiful day today, and you feel like a ride. Walking to the nearest bus station, you scratch your head, toying with your Adaptor. An Adaptor is given to every Trumale: they allow you to control, in the limits of what is reasonable, various hormones within your body, to check on your vital signs, and to impose minute body modification to yourself, from small-scale enlargement of body parts, to hair growth stimulation, and other details. The same are provided to Pleasureboys, through the neuromod system: there is something inherently sexy in seeing a Pleasureboy swallow a pill which will influence their body or mindset, on the orders of another man, and nobody thought of just applying the Adaptor system to them. You activate the small device and quickly find the option you're looking for: the pheromon-lock, which you quickly switch off.

The pheromon-lock is the answer to an emergent effect of the three genders: in the first years after the implementation of the Pleasureboy/Trumale system, supervisors found out about an abnormal amount of events of what they then called "Voluntary Masculine Abandonment of Will", or VMAW. A Pleasureboy would, for reasons unknown, make an excessive amount of efforts just to help one or several Trumales. In schools, Pleasureboys would often clean up tables for Trumales after lunch, or help them with their homework, carry their bag, or share their snack. In the workplace, they would also help more often than not and, as adults, Pleasureboys would consent too often to "relieve" other men. VMAW appeared as a form of hypnosis, during which the Pleasureboy became a sort of puppet, obeying to orders and apparently unable to choose or refuse anything for himself. It quickly appeared that VMAW was an accidental effect of, among many other things, meddling with hormones. And thus the dual pheromon-lock was invented: every boy is now fitted with one, although they can disengage it at will for safety reasons. While at least one of the participants in an interaction wears a pheromon-lock, the interaction remains normal, but the Pleasureboy not wearing one is effectively surrendering his will to any Trumale. They will, for the time their lock is disengaged (which is capped at 24 hours) be potentially depleted of free will. Of course the possibilities opened by the technology's limitations quickly gave rise to a new practice: the "ride".

As you step in the bus you can see several hard working men and women going to their day jobs, which really shows an extraordinary dedication as everyone is allocated enough resources to live comfortably now. They all look in full mind capacity, reading or relaxing before their daily tasks. You are somewhat disappointed, but not excessively. You know that riders don't ususally climb on the bus before the neighborhoods where students and young adults live. Looking at your phone, you casually wait until you've reached the proper stations, keeping an eye out. Several pleasureboys come and go, cute and sexy little things, none of them identifiable as a rider. As the bus reaches the city's edge, you see him, and you know. He's very cute. A petite and very pale blonde with piggy tails and very sexy blue eyes, he looks both fragile and slightly bothered. His lips are constantly pouting, as if he despised being in everybody's presence. As often with riders, his outfit is hugging, but not "slutty": he wears low-rise yoga pants with a clearly-appearing g-string, and a nice t-shirt. He does not need much more to be attractive: his size, and bothered look, and the small bubble-butt barely held by his pants make him the perfect rider. Pleasureboys riding usually don annoyed, wealthy, or distant looks. They like to be seized, and to be pulled down. They like to lose control. And he wears the red choker, the universal meaning of which is known: his pheromon-lock is off. This is just your chance.