I watch the raven haired beauty lean against my kitchen counter, his dark eyes watching my every move. I sit down on the couch, a bottle of beer in my hand, and stare straight back at him. There is an unspoken sexual attraction between the two of us, so thick that I can almost taste it.

He licks his ruby lips and purrs," What's your name?" I grin at him and reply," Hunter." He smirks and says," Nice name." I watch as he turns his back on me, and my eyes immediately trail down to his delectable ass. I want to go over there and run my hands over the leather material of his skirt, but I hold myself back, finding the torture pleasurable.

"What's your name?" I ask him as he hops onto one of the kitchen stools, crossing his fishnet stocking clad legs. He bats his full eyelashes at me and says, "Matthew." His long fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons on his pure white blouse and I watch as they trail up towards his neck, fingering the deep purple velvet choker around his neck.

He crooks one of his fingers at me and says, "Come here." The statement leaves no room for debate, and I find myself getting up and walking towards him. When I reach him, he roughly reaches out and grabs the sides of my head, digging his long red nails into my cheeks.

"Get me some water." he says, pouting in a way that makes me want to get down on my knees and worship him. He lets me go and watches as I grab a glass for him. I clear my throat and then say," What's in the box?"

When I'd found him on the street, he'd had a box with him on the ground, with holes poked in the top. He'd brought it with him when I waved my money at him, and he didn't offer any explanation for it. He laughs and then presses a finger to his lips.

"Shhh," he says," It's a secret." I hand him his water and watch him sip at it, staring at the ceiling as if something wildly fascinating were happening there. When he leans back, his blouse rides up a bit, and my attention is immediately drawn to the snake tattoo around his belly button. It's curved into an almost spiral shape and the head is right near his belly button. The mouth of the snake is open, where his long sharp fangs are bared as it is poised to swallow it whole. The fangs are dripping blood, and the visible eye is glaring at me. I shudder.

"Nice tattoo." I mutter, still staring at it. He lazily lifts his head to look at me and then he says," I'm glad you like snakes." I huff out a laugh, and then say," Snakes, no. Tattoos, yeah." He sits up so fast I almost don't see the movement. His pretty eyes narrow and he nearly snarls," Snakes are very powerful beings. You should respect them. Don't underestimate them."

I put up my hands and say, "Alright, alright, calm down." The fury that was on his face fades and he becomes as sweet as sugar again. He stands, and moves in front of me, pressing his body up against mine. He presses his lips to mine aggressively and then starts flicking his tongue against my lips.

As I open my mouth and our tongues tangle heatedly, he shreds my shirt right off of me. I gasp in surprise and then moan as he pinches my nipples hard. His left hand trails slowly down my chest and abdomen, down the front of my pants. His soft fingers stroke my cock into full erection.

"Like that?" he murmurs against my lips, stroking a little faster. I nod, and then nearly whimper as he pulls completely off of me. His lipstick is slightly smeared on his lips and his cheeks are flushed.

"Where's your bedroom?" he asks me, picking up the box and staring at me. I stand, and then take one of his hands. I lead him into the bedroom and let out a surprised grunt as he shoves me down onto the bed. He grins at me from the foot of the bed and then slowly begins to shed his clothes.

"Want me to fuck you hard baby?" I ask at a low growl as he sheds the last bit of clothing. He smirks again and then murmurs," I want you to fuck me 'till I bleed. Now strip." I begin to remove my clothes while keeping a close eye on him. He slinks over to the dresser, and sets the box down on it. He strokes himself lightly before moving in front of the box so I can't see what he's doing. I hear him murmuring to himself, and ask," What are you doing?"

"Patience." he says softly, and then goes back to whatever he was doing. I throw my things onto the floor and then impatiently say," Hurry up." He lifts something out of the box and then clearly says," Don't be scared baby. Hunter's not gonna hurt you." Then he turns around.

"Holy shit!" I yelp, sitting up and staring at the huge snake coiled in his arms. The snake is about 4 feet long, maybe a bit bigger. It is completely black and its scales gleam in the darkness. It hisses and begins to slowly slide over Matt's nude body. It goes over his right shoulder and then diagonally downwards.

"My Muffy. He's a Agkistrodon piscivorus conanti." he says lovingly. I stare at him and then in a shaky voice mutter," You're insane." He 'tsks' at me and replies," Oh... just a little." He gasps a little as the snake moves in between his legs and then curls around his thigh.

"Calm the fuck down." he snaps," He's not going to hurt you. I've trained him well. He's a good boy... aren't you Muffy? Such a good boy." I want to tell him to get out of my room, but the aching between my legs makes me reconsider. He stomps his foot slightly and then says," Come on! I want to fuck."

He walks back to the foot of the bed and then climbs up onto the bed. The snake hisses again at the movement, but Matt doesn't look worried. He starts licking at my thigh, never moving his eyes from mine. He slowly moves his way up and by the time he reaches my cock, the snake is moving up my leg. It's smooth and cold against my skin and I tense up at the feeling.

He starts to lick his way up my thigh, nipping a few times, and my attention is torn between the coldness of the snake and Matt's mouth. His eyes never leave mine as he starts to kiss his way up my cock, making me moan softly. To my unbounded relief, the snake slides off the bed and disappears onto the floor. Matt doesn't seem too worried about... Muffy... and so all thought of the animal fades as his hot little mouth slides over me.

"Fuck... oh fuck..." I gasp as he takes it all. He gives a low moan, and the vibrations make me growl. Our gazes connect again and he gives me a devilish look. I smirk back at him and then roughly grab his hair. He squeaks softly as I start to fuck his face harshly, grunting and swearing under my breath. After a bit, he presses his hands to my hips and slides his mouth off my dick, planting kisses up and down it, smearing what's left of his lipstick on it.

"Fuck me." he demands, running his nails down my thighs, pressing so hard he almost draws blood. I sit up, and then move forward onto my knees. He grins, obviously pleased, and gets into the same position, clutching onto the bottom left post of the bed. I crawl towards him, licking my lips.

I cup his ass in my hands and run my hands over it, loving the softness of it. He moans softly as I kiss each of his cheeks. He gasps as I suddenly spread him and press a kiss to his most private area. His shrieks and moans fill the room as I slowly thrust my tounge in and out of him, wanting to torture him as much as possible.

I take my tongue out of him and slide it slowly up his spine, making him shiver. I brush his hair aside and then press a finger to his little entrance. He surprises me by shaking his head and purring," Just shove it in, please."

He reaches behind me and grasps my dick. He guides it to his entrance, and then lets out a scream as I thrust into him. I immediately stop, but he begs me to continue, to make it hurt. He shrieks as I let myself go, fucking him as hard as I can, biting him savagely as I do. I can tell by his shrieks and half formed sentences that I'm doing him right.

"Hunter... oh God....!" he shrieks, pushing back against me wildly. It's almost frightening how he throws himself into our fucking. He keeps demanding that we go harder, faster. When I'm fucking him as hard as I can, I bite and claw at him, trying to hurt him in another way. He loves it all, and he begins to chant my name in an almost loving way.

I swat his ass sharply, and he snarls, tossing his head from side to side. I continue to move, and pant," You hot little whore." He laughs a little, and then shifts a bit so I'm stabbing his prostate, making him say my name again. He's a little quieter now, but when I try to slow down a bit, he won't let me. I begin to feel a little woozy. I pray that he will come before I fucking pass out.

He suddenly stiffens a bit, and I can tell that he's experiencing pleasure that he can't voice. When I feel that familiar smooth cold feeling coiling around my leg, I balk, and stop thrusting. Matt shrieks in despair, whimpering and begging me to keep going. For the first time I notice the little droplets of blood splattered on the bedspread. I gasp as the snake's tongue flickers against my balls, winding in and out of our legs.

I slowly begin moving again, and Matt murmurs his encouragements to me. The snake hisses, but doesn't show any signs of biting. I run a hand up Matt's side, and tug on his damp hair. As we begin to climb back up to the pace we'd been at before, I begin to get closer and closer to the edge.

The snake seems to be all over us now. It slides over the small of his back and then back over to me. The feel of it is nicer now, and I am more at ease with it. It certainly seems to turn Matt on even more than he already is. When it touches him, he gasps and arches his back, and it's obvious that he doesn't use the snake only on business.

It's crawling up around my shoulders when Matt stiffens suddenly and howls," Shit! Hunter!" He comes without being touched at all, nearly sobbing at the force of it, clutching at the sheets. I smooth a hand down his back, and continue thrusting.

Suddenly, I hear him mutter something under his breath, and before I can react, there's a sharp pain in my neck. My entire body goes numb, and I quickly find myself on my back. Fear races through my whole system, and as Matt peers down at me, it gets worse. He grins, almost giddy, and says," I told you not to underestimate snakes."

"I thought... you... said... it wouldn't... hurt me..." I manage to get out. He laughs, and then says," Yeah, well... I lied." He coos at the snake, and it slithers onto his arm. He carries it out of my line of vision, and I assume he's putting it back into his box. I hear him rummaging around, and then he disappears.

I don't know how much time passes, but it seems forever before I see him again. He's fully dressed, looking as deranged as ever, and in his hand is my wallet, which as usual, is brimming with bills. He smirks, and says," You were a good fuck Hunter... but not that good. I think I deserve extra for that. Hmm... let's see... A thousand? Maybe two? You know what? I think I'll just take it all." I watch him, completely helpless, as he stuffs the bills into his skirt pocket, zipping it shut. There was over five thousand in that wallet.

"By the way," he says, as almost an afterthought," you're gonna live. However, if you go to the police about this... well. Think about it. I'm a prostitute. It's not only illegal for me, but it's illegal for you too. And, I'm all scratched up, bruised, torn. You think they'll believe your story about a man with a snake, or do you think they'd believe my rape story?" An almost pained look crosses his face, and he whispers," I'm sorry Hunter, but Jeffy wants the money. And I do what he tells me."

He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek, and then he's gone, leaving me naked and on my back, cursing my luck and promising myself to never pick a whore off the street again.

Well, at least not one with a box next to him, that's for sure.

End.