Moira saw how much you enjoyed collecting data the last time. She said yes when you asked if you could repeat your ‘experiment’ to see if you could replicate your results.

Genji was absolutely done the first time. So you had to take it up a notch. You strapped him in extra tight on the chair this time, so you could get closer and taunt him more.

He resisted wetting his seat better this time. He gave you low growls and spat demands at you. The spoiled son of a powerful, rich man coming out, protesting the way you were humiliating him. He pulled on the constraints with all his enhanced strength. The metal whined and bent as he strained, enraged and unnaturally red eyes flashing.

It was terrifying, except this rabid dog was on a leash. With a muzzle. Impotent rage.

You were out of the chair, standing in front of him, but saying nothing. It was a reversal of roles when Genji was normally the silent one in any given situation. He, angry that you were smug, and sometimes slipping back into his native tongue, rambling and spitting words.

You lift a leg and, resting your heel on the chair between his thighs, you prodded his bladder with your big toe.

“Take that away from me, you pathetic assistant,” he demanded.

He called you pathetic, but who was the one who was about to pee himself?

After that session, after you forced the urine to flow from his flaccid dick with your weight on the ball of your foot…Genji decided he had had enough. He had sobbed again. In the mirror after (he hadn’t meant to look up), he saw bloodshot eyes and a ruddy nose, streaming with snot like a child.

He spun around and stalked away from the sight.

Then it hit him how he could turn the tables. It was perfect. If you wanted him to piss, he would. But this time…on you while you were asleep.

The image had him tossing his modesty plate to the floor and pulling on his dick with his fist. He huffed and puffed, while the blood pounded in his cock. He came quickly into his hand and then decided when he would pay you a visit.

Genji waited in the shadows outside your door. He had to will his erection to soften before going in. He made quick work of the lock, as any trained ninja would. He slipped inside the door, sticking to a modest crouch as he moved.

A few blinks of his glowing eyes, and they adjusted to the total darkness of your quarters. He remained still, allowing silence to settle and your even breathing to reveal itself. You were, indeed, asleep. He moved to your bed. Your mattress creaked alarmingly loud as he stepped on it.

Genji was standing above with his feet in either side of your ribcage. You slept soundly, unawares, and on your back with your arms splayed near your head.

He gazed down at you with a ghost of a smirk growing on his lips behind his mouth guard. His cock stirred again, and he had to spend another minute getting it to go soft again.

Genji unlatched his modesty plate and bent down to place it on the bed without disturbing the mattress. He wanted both hands as he aimed his dick at your chest.

It was disgusting, what he was doing. Lewd. But it was no worse than what you had done to him. And twice, too. In his defence, he was about to pay you back only once. He gripped his soft dick in his fingers and released a stream of urine, which pattered softly on your pajama-covered chest. Not pissing too hard, in case it went everywhere. No, he wanted it only on you. So you would wake up in a smelly puddle of his piss. Try explaining that to your boss when you’re late to work.

Genji had to halt the stream when he started to get hard again.

You hadn’t stirred at all, so he thought he would jack off onto you next. He shuffled his feet an inch to get a better footing.  He beat his dick hard and fast, not wanting to stick around for too long.

The dizzying pressure rose fast in his lower belly. He prayed the rapid, wet schlicks of him pulling on his cock didn’t rouse you, because he couldn’t stop. A small groan slipped out he climaxed. The thick strings of semen landed on your upper chest.

The orgasm cleared his mind, and he gathered his modesty plate quickly to leave. His cock pulsed weakly, asking for another round as he left with the knowledge that you were going to wake up covered in his wet and sticky filth.