Chapter 4: Temptation

Dim footsteps echoed through his head. The plastic rope twined around his wrists stung like a thousand tiny bee stings. His mouth was dry, his head was pounding with the parched force of a nasty headache and his chest continued to burn poisonously.

‘He’s awake.’

An Arctic voice enveloped him in freezing air.

Jun opened his eyes.

A toothy grin greeted him, planted on the face of a reddish-brown man. His slanted eyes glinted in the musty light. Jun squirmed back into his chair.

‘What the fuck! Who are you? Where am I?’

A cacophony of questions flew through Jun’s head. The grinning man continued to stare at him.

Jun realised there were many grinning men surrounding him. Large men. Small men. Bald, long haired, old and young. All dressed in dapper suits. They all looked ... hungry. Hungry for what?

Jun stared intently at their faces. Their smiles seemed oddly forced, straining for something.

Another man emerged from the shadows. His silhouette emanated power. As he stepped into the light, the light bent before him, revealing ochre skin, covered with a robe engraved with coiling animals. Phoenixes and dragons. As he stepped closer Jun saw that these mythical creatures were dying on his robe. Spears, lightning, daggers.

‘We know who you are, even if you don’t.’

‘It has been 2,000 years since I last saw the light of day. 10,000 years since I last won the Battle of the Sun. And now the Golden Dragon is within my reach, fast, fast asleep.’

He curled his finger around Jun’s chin, lifting it upwards. His hands were lifeless, his touch leaving pinpricks on Jun’s skin, his blood vessels constricting so tightly.

Jun stared into the man’s eyes. Icy prisms, incandescent with light dancing in the shadows.

The man laughed.

‘Both of us will enjoy this next bit.’

A petite Asian woman slinked out of the shadows, naked as the day she was born. Jun gulped. His eyes trailed up her smooth alabaster legs, following the little glossy rivulets snaking up to her pussy, pink and puffy, suffused with blood. Her clit was peeking out of her hood, straining against its confines. A slender waist with her bosom bouncing forth as she danced towards Jun, her dark concentric nipples rhythmically moving in time. Her neck bore the signs of many love bites, the foundation of a gorgeous visage, long black hair, almond eyes, button nose and thick lips. It was hypnotising.

Jun stared, unable to take his eyes off her. His heart rate quickened, pupils dilating. He gulped.

‘Umm ... what are you going to do to me!!!’

The man laughed.

‘I’m not going to do anything. Please warmly welcome Roxanne, the wonderful lady who freed me from my prison.’

The grinning men surrounded him began to moan, bulges appearing in their suit pockets.

‘She is very popular with the Wu Tong. I’m sure you can understand why.’

Roxanne undid Jun’s trousers with slender fingers, undoing his belt buckle and biting hard on the leather to remove the constraints with her teeth. She slowly dragged his pants to the ground, revealing a large bulge. Jun tensed. It throbbed. Roxanne ground her face into his crotch, separated only by a thin layer of cloth. Jun could feel her hot breath, making the fabric damp with moisture and his pre-cum. She slowly pulled his underwear down, and his cock sprang free, standing tall at attention, large and veiny, brushing Roxanne’s soft lips as it bounced against her head.

She gazed up at him, doe brown almond eyes watering in absolute captivation, her mouth quivering in anticipation. She moaned, a high pitched sound full of yearning, that set off another round of moans from the WuTong. She looked towards the red man in the golden robe. He smiled and nodded.