Meet Me in the Casino 2

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“I promise I'll be home soon, I've just got some stuff to do at the office,” Greg said as he approached the casino.

“Well, try not to be gone for too long, dinner'll get cold,” his wife replied through the phone.

“Don't wait up for me, I'll probably grab something on the way home,” he said back quickly and stopped a few yards from the front entrance. He could already hear the ring of slot machines and the general commotion from inside. He'd hate for his wife to think he relapsed into his addiction. Or maybe he would if she knew what he was really doing there.

“If you say so,” she sighed.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll even cook tomorrow, but I gotta go right now,” Greg explained.

“Okay then, bye. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.” And with that the horse hung up and shoved the phone into his pocket. He strolled into the lobby and glanced around quickly. It wasn't long before he spotted DeSoto nearby, arms folded and scanning the crowd for any potential threats. Or maybe he was just looking for the horse, because as soon as he caught sight of Greg he immediately approached.

“I'm not too late am I?” Greg asked softly.

The doberman didn't reply, only turning towards the elevators and walking towards them in a clear sign for the horse to follow. And he did without question. As they finally reached their destination and got in, the stallion realized that a small package was tucked underneath the dog's arm, its importance nearly overlooked entirely.

Greg's heart raced as they were once again confined to the small box. It seemed a bit awkward now between he and the guard, given that the last time they had been together was with the dog's knot tying them together. DeSoto's demeanor didn't seem to be that much different though, so maybe it was only a feeling that the horse was under.

They had been ascending for only a few seconds when they reached their destination, but before the doors opened the doberman reached out and hit the cancel button. Greg watched on in confusion, his eyes flicking to the dog for an explanation. He got it when DeSoto took the package he had been carrying and opened it before shoving it towards the other male.

“Put these on,” was all that the doberman said.

Greg flipped open the flaps and peered inside. At first he thought its contents to be a mistake, but the more he thought about it the more he understood it not to be.

“I uh...I don't think this is going to fit me...” Greg said a she withdrew a pair of pink panties from the box. It was true that they wouldn't, and that was likely the point.

“Put them on,” DeSoto said again, his voice tinged with a deep growl.

“Y-you can't be serious,” Greg stammered.

“Either you put them on yourself, or I'm going to put them on you,” DeSoto continued, his voice thrumming now with a furrowed brow. The horse couldn't quite see his eyes through the pair of sunglasses that he wore, but he was sure there was a glare behind them.

Every ounce of fight left the stallion in that moment and he nodded. He set the box down and shrugged off the light jacket that he was wearing and peeled his shirt from over his head. He kicked off his shoes and was about to undo his pants but stopped. “Can you turn around please?” he asked.

“No,” the dog barked.

Greg swallowed nervously and nodded. He pushed his pants and underwear down without another word and stepped out of them. He reached into the box and withdrew a pair of thigh length stockings and pulled them onto each leg. They seemed to be perfectly sized for his body, as they stopped at his upper thigh and were snug to his limb.

Next came the panties, and he was surprised that they stretched enough to fit over his legs and backside. But that all stopped when it came to trying to fit his balls and cock into the front. This must have been the point, as he could barely fit his large orbs into the fabric, which meant his limp member was forced to droop over their front.

This realization made the stallion blush uncontrollably, and even though he didn't turn to see the doberman's reaction, he could sense the hungry grin that leered at him. The last couple items were a pair of arm length gloves and a pink collar. Each slipped on easily enough though he had a hard time securing the collar at the back of his neck.

Seeing the trouble that Greg was having, DeSoto stepped in and cinched it a bit tighter than the horse found comfortable. He didn't complain though and once the dog stepped back to admire the exposed equine, he gave a nod of approval. “Good, you look like a proper sissy now.”

Greg folded his hands in front of him as humiliation washed through him. And yet, something about being called a sissy sent a minor surge of blood rushing between his legs. And he did have to admit, the panties did feel pretty nice and the stockings and gloves were oddly comforting.

DeSoto jabbed the open door button and the elevator dinged before the panels pulled apart. Greg was shoved forward into the space and quickly fell into a trot after catching himself.

The familiar ornate room came into view. The first thing that caught the stallion's attention was how occupied it was. On the circular stage at the center was a feminine male tiger that danced about and swung around the stripper pole with the greatest of ease. He wore nothing, save for a garter belt that had a few bills sticking out of it.

Greg fully expected Bruce to be sitting there, as he was, but what he didn't expect was the presence of a third body sitting right beside the croc.

This newcomer was a snake, a Burmese python by the markings of its scales. And much like many snakes of his kind, he was quite muscular with broad shoulders and an intimidating stature. He casually sipped at a glass while he enjoyed the show, but when the horse entered his daunting gaze locked to the equine's.

Greg was hit with an immediate fight or flight response and he wanted to turn and run from the room as fast as he could. Perhaps sensing this abrupt change in mood, DeSoto clasped a paw to his shoulder that was more than just a reassuring touch. The firm grip was meant to keep the horse walking forward rather than backward.

“It's about damn time!” Bruce roared once he noticed where the snake's eyes were trained.

“Sorry, boss, had to get the guy ready and all,” DeSoto spoke up, he and the horse now reaching the stage.

“Yep, looking nice, Greg,” he croc chuckled after taking an inhale from his cigar. The smoke billowed with each croak. “You're dismissed, Tabby.”

The femboy tiger stopped his fluid motions and quickly hopped down from the stage. He trotted over to Bruce and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the snout. As he did, the croc whispered something in his ear while slipping a few hundred-dollar bills into his garter belt. The tiger nodded and made for a hasty exit towards the elevator.

“So!” Bruce roared and eased back in his seat. “Glad we didn't have to come out and find you. Good start to the arrangements that we have. Let me introduce you to Mr. Watka over here.” Bruce gestured over to the python who seemed to be staring hungrily at the equine. Not unlike someone he would like to eat.

“Please, call me Nile,” the snake replied, his voice smooth and surprisingly low. From Greg's experience, most snakes had raspy voices. He didn't know if he should have been less afraid or more by this fact.

“Right,” Bruce said with a smile. “Nile here is a valued client from my...less than legal side ventures. You don't need to know the specifics other than he has a thing for horses.”

“They have such lovely cocks,” Nile commented and craned his head to peer closer. His gaze was now obviously fixated on Greg's soft, exposed member and the heat that was still flooding the stallion's cheeks began to seep even faster between his legs. If this exhibitionism went on even more he'd be at full mast in a couple minutes and he could only imagine what kind of jokes might be made at his expense from that.

“I enjoy the more girly ones myself,” Bruce commented with a shrug. “But I gotta say, the stockings and panties are kind of doin' it for me. Maybe I'll have a go at you some time, Greg.” The low throaty chuckle appeared again and the croc gave a wink.

Greg could feel his heart hammering in his chest by this point and his cock was starting the come to life. He tried to calm himself and take deeper breaths but being the center of attention was making everything worse.

“Maybe some other time,” Nile replied. “For now, you promised him to me for the evening.”

“You're right, and I'm no one if not a promise keeper,” the croc agreed and shifted forward. He stood up from the cushion and approached the horse with a grin. Once near enough he clapped a large, scaly hand on the stallion's shoulder hard enough to sting. “Take good care of Mr. Watka and you can look forward to a good chunk of your debt being gone, got it?” he whispered low enough that only DeSoto could over hear. Greg gave a quick nod of his head.

“Fantastic!” Bruce shouted. “I've got business elsewhere tonight, so you two have fun. DeSoto? Watch over things and make sure Greg doesn't do anything stupid.” and with that, the croc went off to the elevator and all but disappeared from the room.

Without the croc's boisterous voice the room fell eerily silent. That was until the doberman gave Greg a hard shove forward, making him stumble and catch himself against the stage. In doing so, he inadvertently bent over at the waist, causing his firm backside to push out in a tantalizing manner. Nile wasn't oblivious to this fact, and his eyes narrowed hungrily.

Greg tried his best to avert his gaze, his cheeks flushed to the point that it would have been impossible for it to go unnoticed by the snake. In fact, he could practically taste the nervous heat emanating form the equine's body.

“Come closer, won't you?” Nile asked with a curl of his finger.

Greg did as he was asked. He shuffled around the side of the stage and finally stopped when he was standing right in front of the python. “Y-yes?” he whispered.

“Do you know how to dance?” Nile asked, nodding for the stripper pole.

“Uh...no I don't. At least I never have before,” Greg replied.

Nile's eyes appeared to flash golden for a moment. It was a strange occurrence that caused the horse to look into them. As soon as he did, something seized hold of his mind and his body went rigid. Every worry and concern was immediately wiped from his thoughts and all he could concentrate on was the python's sharp features and intense gaze.

“How about you give it a try for me?” Nile asked, letting his words draw out slowly.

“O-okay,” Greg said, faced the stage, and climbed up onto it. He grasped the pole uneasily and bit his lip as he quickly racked his brain as to what to do. He had ever only seen strippers dance on TV and on a rare occasion while he was playing the slots down on the first floor of the casino.

Then his mind suddenly shot to the image of the femboy tiger moving about with the clarity of watching a movie right in front of his eyes. He could see those writhing motions so easily somehow and without even realizing it he began to mimic them.

As Greg started to slowly shift his hips from side to side while holding the pole, DeSoto made his way around the room and stood at attention near the back. He made sure to be out of Nile's sight before he allowed himself to relax, knowing all about the python's uncanny ability to get people to do whatever he wanted. Including breaking down inhibitions.

The horse moved about on the stage in a rather clunky imitation of what the tiger had recently been doing. Even still, the snake seemed to be quite amused and sufficiently captivated by the shift of the stallion's hips and the way he would strut. Fresh hunger bloomed behind Nile's eyes as he drew both of his hands down to his crotch. A prominent bulge had snuck down the inside of his pant leg and he was eager to release it.

The more Greg focused on the inside of his thoughts the more confident he grew with his motions. He thought that he might not have even been that bad at dancing, especially for it being his first time. Dare he say, it was kind of fun.

When the horse glanced over to where his company was still sitting, he found the python to be in the middle of taking his clothes off. To Greg's surprise, Nile was surprisingly muscular even for his species. He had a broad chest and thick arms with bulging biceps and vein stricken forearms. That was enough to really make the stallion's cheeks red, but when he spied that thick cock between the other's legs his face nearly caught fire.

Nile seemed to notice the sudden stop in movement form the stage and looked up. When he saw the horse staring so blatantly he couldn't help but grin and stand up from his place. “Like what you see?” he asked playfully.

Greg's gaze shifted to the other's crescent irises and the same golden flash occurred. “Yes,” Greg said suddenly without even thinking it. He clasped a hand over his mouth like he hadn't meant to answer so quickly.

“Good,” Nile rumbled and suddenly leaped up onto the stage with the grace of someone half his size. “On your knees then.”

Greg didn't even question the command. He dropped down to a kneeling state and stared up expectantly. The snake's cock was immediately shoved against his cheek and he could smell the strong scent of musk emanating from it. Nothing more needed to be said for what Nile wanted to come next, and so the horse simply opened his mouth and accepted the pink flesh between his lips.

Nile let out a pleasured hiss as his shaft became engulfed in the other's smooth, wet confines. It sank all the way back to Greg's throat and his broad tongue began an immediate assault. The slippery appendage worked back and forth along the cock's underside. While doing this, he gradually began bobbing his head and keeping a firm seal of his lips to the rock hard surface.

Light slurps and smacks emanated from the motion, accompanied by low, appreciative groans from the python. One hand reached out and settled over Greg's head and gently pet between his ears. It was enough of an encouraging touch to make him move a little faster.

Greg pushed his tongue firm against the shaft's underside and began swirling it around the tip as he would draw it far enough back. His saliva coated the glistening surface and he would take this time to take a deep breath before delving back. Each motion had him pressing his lips against Nile's hairless pelvis. He would stay there for an extra second or two to just feel that girth rest against the back of his throat before drawing away.

DeSoto watched the stallion work his mouth like that for several minutes. All the while he couldn't help but shift himself in uncomfortable silence as his own cock grew to a full stand against the inside of his pants. He wanted to so badly pull his bottoms down and take care of himself but he didn't want to do anything that might upset the client. It seemed as though he'd have to settle for just pawing at the his crotch in the hopes he could adjust himself accordingly.

As time wore on, Greg had become increasingly lost in his suckling. It was to the point that it wasn't unlike how he had been while dancing. With his eyes being closed like they were time became irrelevant and the only thing that met his ears were the appreciative moans of his lover,

“Enough,” Nile said suddenly and grasped the horse by the ear, forcing him to stop with the cock hanging halfway out of his mouth. Greg looked up at him with slight concern. “On your back. Now.”

The python's grip released and Greg immediately fell to his back. In doing so his shoulder clipped the pole but he didn't much care in that moment. The more he stared up into the snake's intense gaze the more it would seem that he didn't have any control over his own body. It was something that he knew he should have been alarmed about, but he wasn't. He didn't know if that should have concerned him or not.

Nile dropped to his knees between the horse's legs and seized the other by each knee. In a true show of his physical strength, Nile yanked Greg to him and up onto his lap. The same motion forced the horse's legs wide open, and his semi hard cock flopped against his stomach as his hips were lifted from the stage floor.

The horse's cute panties were now an inconvenient barrier, and so Nile grasped them by the hem and tore them off in one fluid motion. The shredded article was tossed away, leaving the horse's backside completely unprotected.

In truth, Greg was excited to get fucked. He didn't know why, but something had his body so on edge that if there had been even the slightest amount of teasing he'd have begun begging like a hungry dog in front of a steak dinner.

Perhaps not seeing this amusing opportunity or just not caring, Nile angled his cock down and pressed it up between the other's asscheeks. The tip found Greg's flexing anal ring and immediately shoved inside.

An explosion of pleasure hit them both in that moment as the reptilian cock slammed hard against the equine's prostate. But no resistance came of it, and so it ventured as deep as it could possibly go before Greg's backside was nestled into the crook of the snake's lap.

Nile relished in the tight warmth that came to him in that moment. Being cold-blooded had its advantages, and one of them was being able to appreciate others' body heat more than anyone else. It was a decadent sensation that he drank in for several seconds before he finally began to move.

Greg's arms splayed out wide at his sides as he lied back and let the python do as he wanted. His eyes closed to their half point while he watched the muscular snake move himself faster and faster. Before long he was beating out a rapid tempo that filled the room with a constant smacking sound. Their combined moans soon followed. Nile hissed from a clenched jaw but Greg's fell freely from his hanging mouth.

Nile's hands grasped the other by the sides and held him tight while he pounded harder. The muscles along his arms flexed and bulged. Greg's form rocked aggressively against his lover's lap and with it came a resounding eruption of bliss each time.

Greg's cock was now at a full stand from the treatment he was under. Even though he wasn't touching himself or really getting any attention in that sense, his cock still throbbed and spilled precum. The more Nile watched over the other's pleasure stricken visage, a devious thought came to mind and he grinned wickedly.

Without missing a beat of his rocking hips, the python grasped the equine cock by the base and gave it a few appreciative strokes. It was hot to the touch and he could feel Greg's heart beat through the sensitive flesh. As he continued to stroke it, Nile shifted his body farther over the horse's to the point that Greg's legs were splayed wide and lifted high into the air.

It wasn't until Greg felt his cock bumping against his own nose that he opened his eyes and stared cross-eyed down at the tip of his looming length. “Suck on it,” Nile demanded, his hand moving over the rigid surface in tandem with the roll of his hips.

Greg hesitated, unsure of how he should have felt about such an action. The euphoria that rushed through his body had almost broken down every inhibition that he had, but it still seemed there was one barrier that remained.

No matter, Nile thought to himself and made a show of locking his eyes to the other's. As soon as Greg met the snake's gaze, the familiar gold hue flashed and the horse immediately opened his mouth and plunged the tip of his own shaft between his lips.

To the horse's surprise, his cock sank several inches in, far more than he thought himself capable of doing. Renewed pleasure built through his member in that moment as he began to suck himself in the same fashion that he had Nile. The surface of his tongue stroked around the flat crown and he was treated to the taste of his own precum.

The equine's moans became muffled but were still frequent and loud. Greg grasped his backside to help himself stay in a more stable state and was rewarded with even more of his own cock sinking into his mouth. He slurped noisily on the throbbing girth and soon came to realize that he was steadily approaching an orgasm.

The same euphoric charge of pleasure was present through the python's body as well. He was spurring himself to hit even harder and faster. Minutes ticked by of the aggressive treatment and the pleasure that he felt only grew to greater heights. He became greedy for the waves of bliss and he wanted as much of the horse's body as he could get.

The repeated hammering of Greg's prostate was the catalyst for his eventual end. He couldn't help but clench down on the rapidly invading length, but in doing so only caused the pleasure to spike. His cock gave a few throbs of warning before an eruption of intensity rush up the middle of his member and culminated in a blast of cum to the back of his throat.

Greg's cry of euphoria was cut short by a thrumming gurgle as he was forced to hastily drink down his own jizz. He gulped audibly with each swallow, all the while still grinding his tongue to the flared crown.

Nile eagerly watched the display while panting and shuddering in ecstasy. A few spurts of white splashed free of Greg's mouth but for the most part the heavy flow of cum was contained. The whole sight was what finally did it for the python. Some twenty minutes of aggressive thrusting had built a mighty ball of bliss at the base of his cock and it finally released in a heavy, gushing torrent that painted the walls of Greg's ass.

A powerful, thrumming moan escaped the snake in that instant as he pressed his hips as hard as he could to the other's backside. He let his cock stay within those warm depths, getting milked while those heavy, reptilian balls emptied themselves. His muscular form shivered every so often and he would sometimes give a brief buck, but for the most part he stayed as close as he could.

Nile's groan eventually died away and he was left breathing hard and tasting the musk filled air that had developed. His current state kept the horse curled in on himself, and so when he relaxed so too did Greg.

Not a drop of cum remained in the equine's mouth as it pulled free. Greg's mind swam in a thick soup of pleasure and confusion. The bouts of mild hypnosis seemed to have done a number on his brain, though the effects seemed to be temporary. This came to be realized when his lower half suddenly flopped against the stage floor after Nile released him.

Greg blinked dumbly and shook his head of the malaise. When he was finally able to focus, he looked up in time to see the python jump down from the stage and go about gathering his clothes. Greg didn't say anything or make too many more movements, he just lied there partially on his side while Nile pulled each article of clothing back on his body.

“I'll be sure to inform Bruce that I enjoyed my time here,” the snake said to Greg without bothering to look back at him. “I'm sure I can convince him to take a sizable portion of your debt away. But not too much. I would like to see you again.” The snake turned his powerful eyes on the horse and they flashed golden. “Wouldn't you?”

“Yes,” Greg replied automatically and then clasped a hand over his mouth. The motion made Nile laugh before he proceeded over to where DeSoto still stood.

“I'll be on my way then. Is there anything you need from me before I go?” the snake asked the doberman.

“Not at all. Have a nice evening,” DeSoto replied with a smile. He tried his best to avoid the snake's gaze through his sunglasses, as shades only offered a minute amount of protection from the python's suggestion. Nile seemed to notice this but he didn't let his smile waver.

“Very well then. I'll see you later on as well,” Nile said and made his way towards the elevator.

DeSoto waited patiently until the snake was gone before he turned towards Greg and advanced on him. Greg turned to the dog and shifted over to the edge of the stage. His legs swung over the edge and he was just about to jump down when the dog spoke up.

“Stay where you are,” DeSoto said simply. Greg paused and looked to him, waiting as the guard made his way over to the couch and sat down. “Before I let you go for the night, I'd like a private dance as well. You don't mind, right?”

Greg watched as the doberman casually undid the front of his tight fitting pants and withdrew his rock hard cock. The way it glistened dark red in the light of the room caused the horse's heart to reignite with fresh blood pumping to his cheeks and between his legs at the same time.

“Not at all,” Greg said softly and got back up to his feet. He grasped the pole and hugged himself close to it while his eyes closed. He began recalling the tiger once more but then stopped and instead substituted himself into the mental image. His hips started shifting at first, and then his legs soon followed.