The Inevitability of China

Ryan lay at the edge of the bed, face still mashed into the pillow, panting as he tried to recover his breath.

"Oh, god... Xiaojun... that felt so good!" he groaned, his voice muffled as he spoke into the pillow.

The 25 year old Chinese man who'd just fucked him mercilessly for the last half hour said nothing, but lifted his taut and muscular body off of Ryan, and rolled over onto his own back.  As he did, his long and thick Chinese cock flopped with a heavy thud down onto his tight abs. Now he lay next to Ryan, staring dreamily at the ceiling with a wry smile on his handsome face.  At last, he spoke.

"Americans really are so much fun to fuck," the man named Xiaojun said with a contented sigh.

It sounded like a compliment, but it came as a bitter disappointment to Ryan to know his new Chinese acquaintance had just admitted to fucking enough other American guys before Ryan to spot a trend.  Even if Ryan himself hadn't climaxed like his top had, it was the most thrilling sex he had ever had, by far.  It left him wanting more of it.  He wanted more from it.  And then, just as Ryan was starting to hope that maybe he and Xiaojun could have something more than a one-night stand, Xiaojun let it slip that Ryan was just one of many.  

Ryan rolled over on his side, lifting his head out of the pillow and looking sideways at his partner.  Xiaojun saw the disappointment on Ryan's face, and understood the effect of his words.

"And you're the best of all of them," he said hastened to add.  When he saw the disappointment melt from Ryan's face, he went in for the kill, adding, "So, naturally, I want to do it regularly."
Now Ryan's heart sailed.  His dream had come true after all!  

"Really?  You mean that?" Ryan stammered.  Despite being a 30 year old man, he'd now regressed to sounding like a giddy, innocent schoolgirl.  Xiaojun rolled over on his side so they lay face to face.  Distractedly, the Chinese man ran his finger playfully over the thin hairs on Ryan's slender chest while he looked deep into the American's blue eyes.

"Mmm-hmm.  But maybe next time we can start it off with me taking you to dinner first?  Instead of me following you home from the gym?" Xiaojun asked, his voice turning slightly devious at the end.

"You mean, like a... date?" Ryan said, even more defenselessly happy.

"Mmm-hmm," Xiaojun murmured matter of factly.  

Just an hour ago, Ryan had been finishing up an exhausting workout at the gym; it was an attempt to drown out a stressful day at work by pushing himself to physical exhaustion.  Perhaps it had worked too well.  It had left him defenseless to a sudden surge of attraction when he saw this new gym-goer in the showers.  His smooth, golden-skinned, muscular body... his fresh and clear face... his piercing serene dark brown eyes... his confidence... his large and girthy cock, his... everything.  And then he brought him home for a hook-up.  

But the exhaustion of his workout had been so complete that it made Ryan completely forget where that day of work had been spent.

In fact, Ryan was an intelligence analyst at the Central Intelligence Agency, and his specialty was counter-espionage against China.  That he lost his discipline and hooked up with a stranger was already against company policy, but that it was with a man who very likely came from the adversary Ryan worked in secret to oppose... was a catastrophe.  Once again, the American's face darkened.

Xiaojun saw it and reacted, leaning in for a kiss and moving his hand from Ryan's chest down to his still hard cock.  Easily wrapping the American's rather small manhood inside his large, strong hand, he cooed, "Is something wrong?  I want more of this."  With those final words, he squeezed and stroked Ryan seductively, raising a pleasured moan from his American counterpart.  

Caught between the sheer pleasure of Xiaojun's touch, the heart-racing excitement of his offer, and the utter dread of what he'd gotten himself into, Ryan found himself speechless.  Xiaojun grew concerned.

"Oh, baby.  Is this the end?" he said in a voice that was a mixture of vulnerability and confidence.  The tone of it broke Ryan's restraint, and he decided to come clean.

"No, I don't want this to be the end.  I want more.  It's just that..."  Ryan's voice trailed off, but the Chinese man stayed silent and gave the American time to find his voice again.

"It's just that... the kind of work I do... " Xiaojun looked at him impassively, but kept stroking the American's small but rock hard cock, gently encouraging him, by actions if not words, to continue.

"Xiaojun... I work for the CIA," Ryan blurted out before he could stop himself.  "I'm an analyst who does counter-espionage against China.  And... I think you're... probably from..." his voice trailed off yet again.  This time, Xiaojun sensed it was time to speak.

"I am," he said flatly.

"Yeah.  Shit," Ryan moaned.  "So, I don't think that we should..." Here, Ryan stopped himself.  To imply that he himself didn't want Xiaojun felt like pure sacrilege, so he doubled back and changed his words.  "I don't think that you would want to be with me."

Xiaojun stared into Ryan's helplessly conflicted blue eyes, making sure to keep his face inscrutably passive until he could see it was starting to unnerve the American.  Then he sped up the stroking of the American's small cock, and said, "What if I like that about you?"

At this point Ryan was too confused to react when Xiaojun lifted his body on top of Ryan's again -- this time, bringing them face to face.  While Xiaojun reached between their bodies and clasped both their cocks together in his right hand, he put his corded and muscular left forearm across Ryan's neck, pinning him flat to the bed.  With their bodies pressed together, Xiaojun started to buck his hips the same way he had as he fucked Ryan's ass, but this time he was grinding his huge Chinese cock against Ryan's 4" American cock.

"I don't care if you work for the CIA, Ryan.  I don't care if you work against China.  You know why?"

"Why?" Ryan asked in a confused whimper.  

Now Xiaojun let a cocky, devious grin spread across his face.

"Because China is going to conquer the USA anyway, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

If spoken two hours ago, those words might have ignited defiance and rage in Ryan.  But somehow hearing them now, after the Chinese man had rendered him defenseless with sex and now lay on top of him, bucking his hips harder and harder, his reaction was different.

"Oh god..." was all Ryan could say.  The helplessness Xiaojun's words brought filled him not with anger but with an erotic sense of defeat that felt... good.

"We're going drain America into a weakling, and then you'll be on your knees to us." Xiaojun let cruelty creep into his voice, and he enjoyed it.  So Xiaojun went further.  "And you know what, Ryan?"

"What?" Ryan asked.  Part of him was terrified to hear the answer, but the numb and tingling sense of erotic thrill that was inexplicably flooding into him made him want to hear the answer anyway.

"You are going to help us.  You are going to help China win.  Because you want China to win!" Xiaojun timed his words carefully.  With his own body pressed down against the American's, he could feel every tense twitch of the man, and knew his prey was very close climax.  One last buck of the hips, grinding their cocks together, and he was there at the same instant he spoke the words "Because you want China to win!"

Xiaojun raised his body off of Ryan just in time to let Ryan's small cock erupt and send spurts of cum up onto his belly.  

"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." Ryan moaned between gasps for air. 

The first moan was strong and pleasured, the second diminished and uncertain, the final one was weak and guilt-ridden.  Xiaojun knew he couldn't let that sense of guilt creep in, so he wrapped Ryan's cock fully in his hand again, and started jacking him furiously.

"Come on.  You're not done.  You need to say it!" Xiaojun demanded.

"No... I can't..." Ryan protested pitifully.  How could he say such a thing?  How could any American say such a thing?  Especially one who worked for the CIA!  And yet, Xiaojun's powerful strokes were building the fire for a second orgasm in quick succession, and Ryan found he wanted it more than anything.  There was no way to resist. Hurriedly, the American convinced himself: 'This is all just sexual role-play.  Just enjoy it'

Xiaojun grew impatient, snapping "You can and you will.  Ryan, SAY IT!" and pressing his forearm down harder across the American's neck.

"I am going to help China win!  Because I want China to win!" Ryan shrieked, and the utter taboo of saying such a thing -- even in role-play -- broke lose another orgasm.

The first orgasm had felt wonderful and had emptied his balls.  Now, in its struggle to find any more cum to release, Ryan's second orgasm was almost cripplingly pleasurable.  Brain-meltingly powerful.  Soul-shatteringly addictive.  It lingered over his entire body, lasting longer than any orgasm ever had before.  Without prompting, Ryan whimpered yet again "I am going to help China win", and hearing himself speak those words strengthened the orgasm just as it had started to wane.  "I want China to win" did it again.  He said them over and over again, forgetting any pretense that this was a role-play with a script.

Xiaojun laid the full weight of his body back down on the American, squishing Ryan's cum against their skin.

"Good.  We own you now," the Chinese man said.  His tone indicated so much... a sense of victory, but also a sense of lust.  Xiaojun's lips curled back into a smile again. 

It was true.  Americans really were so much fun to fuck.

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