Python(33)
“What are you doing?” I ask him, but he doesn’t reply right away. He simply looks at me with that uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.
“I’m going to give you the time of your life, that’s what I’m doing,” he whispers, and then pushes me back and then down. I sit on the chair again and he ties the loose ends of the rope on the chair. I pull with my arms, but the knots are strong; unless he wants me to, I’m not walking away from this anytime soon. Which, really, just makes it all so much better; right now, I’m all for having control taken away from me.
He reaches for my breasts and squeezes them lightly, a shiver running up my spine as I feel the touch of his finger. Then, he lets go of me and lifts his arms up in the air; he claps his hands twice and, as he does it, two more spotlights race to the stage, one going to the left, the other to the right.
I look to the side—first to the left, then to the right—and I stop breathing when my eyes find what’s under the lights. Under each light there’s a completely naked men. They’re tall and broad shouldered, the ropes of muscles in their arms matching the six-pack they sport on their naked torso. In their face there’s a partial mask, one black and the other one white, and they only cover their eyes but make it impossible for almost anyone to recognize them. I look up at Austin, my eyes widening as I try to figure out what the hell’s happening. But in his face there’s only a soft smile. “This is all for you, babe,” he whispers as the men start walking toward the center of the stage. “This is what Python is all about. Making your wildest dreams come true.”
Holy fuck, is he for real? Is what I’m thinking going to really happen? No, no way. This can’t be true. I must be asleep, and this is all a dream. But when the two men stand shoulder to shoulder with Austin, three hard cocks right in front of my face, I realize that this is really happening. Oh, fuck, I’m awake and this is real.
“Austin, this is…” I start, looking him in the eye as I struggle to find the right words. This is what? The most amazing thing anyone ever did for me? No, this is better, way better.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he tells me, stroking my cheek gently. “Just enjoy.” With that, he takes a step back and allows the men to close in on me, their cocks inches away from my face. Even though they are not as big as Austin’s, they are some of the biggest I've ever seen. Seriously, why does every man in here seem to be the epitome of perfection?
Reacting on pure instinct alone, I part my lips and let the man in the black mask brush the tip of his cock against my mouth. He rubs it from side to side, and then lets the one in the white mask do it. They keep on doing it together, teasing me, until I can’t take it any longer and simply open my mouth as wide as I can and roll my lips down one of the cocks. I go all the way down until it’s touching the back of my throat, and then I move my head back as quickly as I can, doing the same thing to the other man’s cock. I keep on jumping from cock to cock, still barely believing that this is happening.
When I open my eyes and notice Austin’s gaze, I finally realize that these two men aren’t really here per say. They’re here physically, yes… But in a sense they’re just an extension of Austin’s body. They’re just part of his own Python mythos, an almost transcendent way of making me feel pleasure in a way that I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. And, if that’s true, I know what’s going to happen next: Austin and the men in the masks are going to fuck me, and they are going to do it until I can’t take it any more.
As that thought races through my mind, I can’t help but strain against the rope tied around my wrists. I pull so hard that the chair starts to rock, and that’s when Austin takes one step forward. The two men step to the outside, opening the way for Austin, and I feel my heart pounding so hard inside of my ribcage that I’m almost afraid it’s going to explode.
“Untie her,” Austin says, and both men walk around the chair and undo the knots easily, freeing my hands. Free once more, I go up to my feet, my heart still galloping. “Are you ready, Destiny?” he asks me, and I don’t need to ask about what he means. I know it. So I just nod, anxiety kicking in as I do it. God, I can’t believe that I’m this nervous right now. I used to be a porn star, for God’s sake! But this is different and I know it. I’m not putting on a show for the camera and, even though I’m standing in the middle of a strip club, this has nothing to do with business; no, what’s about to happen is something else entirely. It’s Austin’s way of showing me a world of true ecstasy, one where my pleasure is more important than anything else. He wants me to feel like I’m the center of the universe, and hell, he’s succeeding. I mean, how would you feel if a perfect man like Austin suddenly invited two more handsome men to give you the time of your life? Yeah, I thought so.