The Inevitability of China

'Suck ALL of me'.

The words filled Ryan with a sense of excitement, but also a sense of doom.  Could he do it?  Could any human do it?  Would it hurt?  Would it injur him??

Of course, Ryan knew Xiaojun's cock was huge from the moment he saw it, and he'd managed to suck about half of it before they moved to the bedroom.  But now the mighty Chinese sword he was being challenged to swallow had a number.  9.5 inches.  He was being asked to take every one of those inches into his body, which meant it would need to go down his throat.  It seemed impossible, but Ryan felt up for the challenge.  If it hurt him in the process, he decided he wanted it to hurt.  The glory of taking a 9.5" Chinese cock inside him spurred him on.

He didn't know how many times he'd have a chance to do this, but if there was ever another man after Xiaojun, he surely would not measure up!  Especially American men.  'No!' Ryan thought.  'I'm never doing it with an American man again.'  What pathetic, puny-cocked losers they are!  That fact that he entertained the thought without even stopping to admit that he was one of those puny-cocked American losers showed how much he'd already changed.

Ryan reached both hands up and wrapped them around Xiaojun's shaft. Even with hands wrapped around it one above the other, the Chinese man's cock was so long that a decent amount of cock still stuck out. Tugging it down like it was a hard-to-move lever, Ryan aimed the head of the cock at his lips, opened his mouth wide, and leaned forward, and once again the leading edge of China's dominance slipped unopposed into American territory.

Xiaojun was sitting on the the bed, his pecs and biceps lightly flexed as he gripped the mattress edge with his hands.  This meant that Ryan was going to have to do all the work himself -- no hip thrusts from his Chinese partner, no hands pulling to impale him.

Even the cockhead had been a challenge the first time he'd encountered it, but this time Ryan knew how to accomodate it.  It had been oozing crystal clear precum for over an hour as Ryan had been gently teasing it with his tongue, and now it felt deliciously slick and slimy.  It slid in easily, inch after inch.

When it hit the back of his throat, Ryan discovered a trick he'd never had the occasion to learn with the dimuntive American men he'd sucked. Before, when Xiaojun had been pile driving his face with Ryan pinned awkwardly underneath, the angles were all wrong.  Now, Ryan could control all those angles, and after experimentation he found the way to line his head and throat up while pulling Xiaojun's shaft down, to give that long shaft of China's dominance a straight path to sink even deeper into American territory.

Before continuing, Ryan paused for a moment to inhale a deep breath through his nose.  Oh, the delicious smell of Xiaojun's scent.  It was clean, but it was unmistakeably manly and unquestionably powerful. Now flexing his abs, Ryan leaned his whole body forward and pushed himself another three inches down on Xiaojun's mighty cock.

"Gooooood boy," Xiaojun said, his voice full with warmth and approval. It made Ryan radiate to hear it.  He flexed his abs harder, but hit another limit.  Ryan struggled and struggled, but couldn't go any further.  Xiaojun was 7" inside him -- more than any of his countrymen had ever given him, but still 2.5" shy of the goal.

Ryan expected to feel Xiaojun's hands clasp his skull to give him the help he needed to go all the way, but Xiaojun remained still and silent.  Not even a word of encouragement.  Ryan understood that he was being tested.  No one was going to do this for him.  To pass the test, he had to do it all himself.  He wanted to pass the test.  He wanted to pass the test for Xiaojun. He wanted to pass the test for China!

The breaktrough came when Ryan realized he didn't need to hold Xiaojun's shaft anymore, so he let go and ran his hands behind the Chinese man.  Grabbing fist fulls of the top of Xiaojun's smooth, tight butt, Ryan flexed his arms pulled himself further forward, inch by quivering inch.  As he did, a sense of crushing fullness came as that girthy Chinese shaft sank deeper and deeper into him; he thought he could actually feel his neck bulge and swell as Chinese power invaded down his esophagus.

This was not oral sex.  Ryan was not bobbing his head up and down on Xiaojun's manhood.  It was just a slow, deliberate, inexorable struggle, like a powerful nation gradually and implaccably battling a weaker one, conquering its territory mile by mile, yard by yard.  Here, the measurement was in inches, and if this was a battle of nations, it wasn't China conquering America, it was America inviting China in.

Ryan was momentarily distracted by a simpler representation of that idea: that Xiaojun wasn't forcing this on him, Ryan WANTED it and was making it happen.  When he broke free of that distracting thought, he became aware of the tickle of hairs against his nose and the fleshy warmth of a heavy ballsack resting against his chin.  He'd taken ALL of mighty Xiaojun!!

It had taken almost twenty minutes of struggle.  Ryan's body was slick and shiny with sweat from the effort.  With his nose buried in the black forest of Xiaojun's bush, he struggled to catch his breath through his nose.  Simultaneously with his oxygen deficit, the powerfully seductive pheromones coming from the Chinese man's body drew deep into Ryan's lungs and made their way up to his brain, gradually rewiring everything.

Xiaojun sensed what was happening, and knew it was time for the next step.  He brought his hands up off the bed and laced them gently behind Ryan's head, resting them there only heavily enough to send a signal to Ryan that there was no going back.

"You passed the test, you did it." Xiaojun said in a tone of voice that indicated he was happy Ryan had passed.  "Now you deserve to know."

In this moment of humility, Ryan couldn't imagine that he deserved anything; he was just where he was meant to be and all was right with the world.  But Xiaojun explained anyway.

"You're a smart boy, I'm sure you've figured this out already, but I need to tell you because now we're partners."

'Partners'?!  Oh my god!

"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..." Xiaojun paused here for effect.  "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.  And do you know what that is?" Xiaojun asked.  Ryan's neck was so stiffened by the rod of Chinese steel shoved down it that he couldn't even shake his head no.

Now Xiaojun grasped the back of Ryan's head and pulled in powerfully, burying the last fraction of an inch of his cock inside the American. Ryan's face was now mashed against the Chinese man's body, and his nose was uncomfortably bent to one side.

"You will help China hurt America.  And one day, when USA is defeated and China is its master, you will know that it was you made it happen."

Long gone were the days when Ryan expected to live a comfortable, optimistic, red white and blue American life.  So to were his assumptions that he would explore sex with a man who might be a Chinese spy as if it were some kind of kinky, inventive role-play.  With his mouth full and his throat stuffed, all he could do was signal his total and enthusiastic agreement by bleating out a muffled, gagged laugh.  He'd been broken.

That was when Xiaojun uttered his closing argument.

"Ryan... you are a traitor."