The Inevitability of China

Xiaojun watched with growing awe as Ryan succeeded in taking in one inch after another of his mighty Chinese missile.  It was obvious that the endeavor was difficult for Ryan -- Xiaojun could see his muscles flex and his eyes bug out each time he lunged and pulled his mouth further down onto the shaft.  Eventually his body was wet and shiny with sweat, and the American's eyes were watering.

By the time he was fighting to take the last few inches, and Xiaojun's long cock was pushing well down the American's throat, he was sure he could see Ryan's neck bulging as it took his girth.  At times Ryan needed to stop to catch his breath through his nose, but he never gave up. It spoke to Ryan's sheer tenacity, and that he could be sure the American would always finish whatever task he started.  That was a useful quality.  Admirable, even.

And not to mention, it felt good.  Incredible, actually.  This was the first and only time Xiaojun had met anyone who could take every inch of him.  Back when he was 18 and in the army, his comrades had set him up with a Chinese girl.  They with their more averagely sized 7" cocks bedded women any chance they could get, and couldn't understand why Xiaojun, with his monster of a cock, seemed so straight laced and never joined in.  Thinking they were doing him a favor, they used peer pressure to make it clear he had to "do something" with the girl they set him up with, and begged to hear all about it later.

By that time, Xiaojun already knew he wasn't interested in "doing something" with girls, so it came as a mercy when he opened his uniform, she took one look at his Chinese dragon of a cock, and flatly refused to let him fuck her.  To be polite, she tried to suck him off, but managed to swallow only 6" of his length before giving up. Together they concocted a cover story that his cock had hurt her during sex and she had to leave to see a doctor.  His mates listened to the story with wide eyes and never tried to set him up again.

Years later, when Xiaojun came to America to perform his first spy mission in San Diego, he experienced much the same frustration.  The American scientist he'd been assigned to corrupt couldn't even take half of his cock.  In the end, he was just a glutton for verbal humiliation (just like his dossier had said), and Xiaojun simply used his confidence, his training, and his magnificent Chinese body to deliver it.  Before long, the scientist had been reduced to a sex-crazed, masochistic slave, and any time Xiaojun asked him to pass off trade secrets, he did it without a second thought.  He'd arrive already drooling, hand over the envelope and beg to be degraded even harder.  Sex, for the American, was secondary.  He only wanted to be humiliated.  Reportedly, that's the way it had been with the man in the Commerce Department, who'd started this whole spying effort.  

What was it about these Americans, Xiaojun wondered?  If anyone else in the Chinese intelligence apparatus wondered the same thing, in their pragmatism they pushed the question aside and reaped the results; the program expanded to all 50 states.

By the time Xiaojun completed his mission in San Diego and was instructed to ghost the American, he'd already grown thoroughly bored. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't had actually enjoyable sex in months.  In fact, he even began to find the need to be brutally and repetitively degrading distasteful.  But then, this was a job; there wasn't anything in the rules to say he was entitled to enjoy it.

But Ryan was... different.  Different in so many ways.  Sure, it was no accident that the two of them met naked in the showers at the gym, but Ryan had been the one to look at him first, and made no effort to hide his arrousal.  Ryan invited him over for sex.  Ryan willingly confessed his secret line of work.  Ryan had carelessly (subconsciously?)  brought his phone into the secure area and provided a treasure trove of information, even before being asked.  Less than a day after they first met, it was Ryan who was declaring out loud that he would spy for China, that he WANTED to spy for China.  And now, little slender Ryan had accomplishe what even another superhero might not be able to do: he'd swallowed in ALL of Xiaojun's Chinese artillery.

That's when Xiaojun decided: he would treat Ryan differently.  He'd make him a partner.  Of course they'd both need to hide what they were doing from the rest of the world, but Xiaojun would not hide what he was doing from the American.

With that, he laced his hands behind Ryan's head and explained it all. That was against the rules he'd been given, but if Ryan was going to break the rules so flagrantly, Xiaojun wanted more than anything to meet him half way.  Pulling Ryan the last fraction of an inch forward, he began to speak.

"I am spy from China.  I've been sent here to infiltrate the CIA, and I am going to use you to do it.  You... are now a spy FOR China.  I trust you to be loyal.  I trust you to forget who you once were and become who you are meant to be.  You will help China HURT America. And one day, when USA is defeated and China is its master, you will know that YOU made it happen.  Ryan... you are a traitor."

By now, Xiaojun's heart was pounding in his ears.  Speaking these words gave him a rush far greater than their sex had.  Now he'd done something just as 'wrong'  as Ryan had, and it thrilled him.

Xiaojun had read Ryan's dossier backwards and forwards.  In the CIA, he worked in COUNTER-espionage.  His group's job was to find Chinese spies and neutralize them.  Naturally, that made their group especially valuable to infiltrate, but it also made them especially dangerous as well.  Xiaojun had just given Ryan the information that could be his own death warrant!  And yet, he wanted nothing more than to share it.  To share it with Ryan.  He didn't want to be alone...

For a moment, Xiaojun felt a cold sense of fear creep over his body. With his hands on Ryan's head, he felt the American tense and squirm. He was struggling inside.  Had a line been crossed?  But as Xiaojun held the American with his nose mashed against his pubes, he felt -- by way of Ryan's twitches and his gagged whimpers -- that a final battle was playing out inside the American's head.  Before long, Ryan's muscles relaxed and the gagged whimpers stopped.  The battle had clearly ended.

Xiaojun let go of Ryan and returned him to his own free will.  Slowly and seductively, Ryan drew his head back and inch after inch of Xiaojun's massive cock came back into view, glistening and wet with American slobber.  Eventually the head slipped out of the American's mouth and the shaft sprang back up, leaving a long and graceful arc of precum back to Ryan's lips.

As Ryan looked up into Xiaojun's eyes, he could see a gauzy happiness in the America's sky blue eyes, and Ryan said, in a voice laden with desire, "I am a traitor.  I am loyal to China.  I'll do anything."  Then he grabbed Xiaojun's cock at the base and gobbled it back up like a speed eater at a hotdog-eating contest.

The time for restraint was now past.  When Ryan brought his hungry mouth back to Xiaojun's cock and started energetically bobbing his head up and down the shaft, it unleashed Xiaojun's inner animal.  Now the Chinese man stood up with Ryan still at his feet and started thrusting his hips in syncopation with Ryan's head bobs.  They were working together as a team, not just in espionage, but in sex.

Where before Ryan had worked the Chinese man's cock with a delicacy and precision of two spacecraft docking in orbit, now it was just a brutally wild bull ride at a rodeo.  Ryan was using his muscles now not to force himself down on Xiaojun's fearsomely large shaft, but just to keep his balance against the buffeting of the hip bucks.

At first, their efforts were in synchrony, and Ryan was able to make 7 inch long strokes with his wide-stretched lips, taking most of the Chinese cock and then drawing his head back until just the head was in his mouth.  But as Xiaojun grew more and more aroused, his thrusts quickened and the strokes got shorter, shallower, and more irregular. When Xiaojun spoke, he wasn't following a script or even thinking of what to say.  The words came from his inner animal without a filter at all.

"Oh yeah, you suck so good." "You like Chinese cock, don't you?" "Take it, you little American cocksucker."  "Suck my cock, you fucking traitor!"

Hearing his own words drove Xiaojun even more crazy, and eventually their synchronization broke down altogether and Ryan's mouth slipped completely off the Chinese cock he was trying to suck.  Ryan's brain was too sex-crazed to coordinate motions, and Xiaojun was too sex-crazed to stop the automatic pilot that was driving his hips, and for a moment his thrusts did nothing but slam his shaft against the American's face.

Eventually Xiaojun noticed the breakdown, and grew upset.  It wasn't his critical mind that was upset that Ryan was underperforming in his duties as a cocksucker, it was the animal inside Xiaojun that needed nothing but the stimulation of American lips wrapped around his fat Chinese shaft.  

In anger, Xiaojun grabbed the base of his shaft as if it was a bat, and swung its full length and slapped it hard against Ryan's right cheek.  It landed with a meaty thud that echoed off the walls of the bedroom, and the blow from the heavy shaft knocked Ryan's head to the side.  Ryan whimpered in surprise.

"Oh you like that?" Xiaojun asked in a deep and sultry voice.

Ryan was trying to form the word 'yes' when Xiaojun swung his shaft back the other way, hitting Ryan's left cheek and deflecting his head back.

"You want it to hurt, don't you?"

Again, Ryan tried to answer, but the third blow landed on his face before the words would form.  And then the fourth, and the fifth. Each powerful slap and each weighty thud was delivered with a question from Xiaojun.  Eventually Ryan learned that answers were not expected, and just enjoyed the sting in his cheeks as the words rained down on him.

"You can't stop me, can you?" "You want it harder, don't you?" "You want to be beaten by a Chinese cock?"  The slap accompanying the last question was so strong Ryan lost his balance and head to steady himself on all fours for a moment, but he recovered to his knees as quickly as he could and positioned his face for another slap.  This time, he managed to answer the question, "Yessss."

"You want to be defeated, America?" Xiaojun asked.  THUD.

"Yes!" Ryan answered as he was knocked to his hands and knees yet again, answering instinctively and not even thinking about how he'd been addressed this time.

"You want China to win, yeah?".  THUD.  Ryan fell to the ground.

"YES!!!"

This time, before he could recover, Xiaojun leaned down and grabbed a handful of Ryan's blond hair and pulled him back to his knees.  The time wasted by Ryan crumpling to the floor and getting back up was too great.

As Xiaojun slammed his cock back and forth across the American's face, the questions turned to statements.

"China's going to conquer America... " THUD "... and there's nothing you can do to stop it ... " THUD "... so just learn to like it!" THUD "You fucking weak little country" THUD "Learn to like..." THUD "being RAPED by China!"

The dialog brought Xiaojun right to the edge.  He felt himself getting ready to cum, and he wanted to cement everything he'd said and everything he'd done by ramming himself balls deep in the battered American at his feet, to cum deep down his throat.  He hastily yanked Ryan by his hair and guided his mouth onto his cock.

As it turned out, Xiaojun only got the head of his huge cock inside Ryan's mouth before the dam broke.