As he entered the concert hall behind Katerina, his arousal was already thudding red and molten.
The interview had been surprising and mind-blowing, frankly. Katerina was a Ph.D. candidate in music theory and working hard on her dissertation. That was the essence of the ad he responded to—participation in an academic project. The music she intended to create, however, broke new ground of human expression. He was walking to toward the stage to become a part it.
The curious arousal swam now through every pulsing blood vessel in his body. Katerina did not disclose what the capsule contained that she handed him. He just complied, swallowing it down with the pre-placed bottle of water.
The chairs on the stage were circled from the last orchestral performance. Only one chair was occupied. Another student, a guy, watched them approach.
“This is Nate,” she said. “He will be assisting me.”
Where the conductor would otherwise stand, a table was placed. Spotlights glared down on cushions that had been arranged on the top of it. Lastly, a large pillow was fluffed at the head.
“Are you ready to be naked?” she asked.
In usual circumstances, such a question amongst strangers would provoke an immediate, unequivocal “excuse me?” followed by “NO!” But the drug had changed him. His cock was alive with electricity and dripping lust. His clothes scattered the floor, and he climbed onto the table.
The pillow tipped his head perfectly to allow him to stare down at his cock. It felt apart from him. Another conscious entity. He admired it as it throbbed, so beautifully hard.
Nate lifted a violin at the ready.
Katerina eased over his hips with pretty, red lips and licked him in perfect time with Nate’s first low, luscious note on the violin.
He moaned. Unbelievably wide. Like his soul split open, and vital, unseen pieces of him tumbled out.
The accompaniment of the violin drew him into a kind of dance, a romance. Katrina licked him in fascinating, erotic directions, and his voice blossomed. It was not controlled. No decision-making or acting stifled his experience. And Nate adapted to him as well as the composition grew in scope and complexity.
He thrashed. Howled. Panted. Thrust. Swayed. Shook.
Until Katerina and Nate stopped.
The end of the first movement.
He gasped, trying to catch his breath. He cock, glistening and almost angry with lust, snapped in huge, slow contractions.
Nate put down violin, and Katerina eased off the table and took up a bassoon.
His eyes grew wide and his cock froze at highest attention as he realized the nature of this next movement.
Katerina sounded the bassoon deep and reverberating. Nate licked his cock, but so so differently. It was firm, but exacting, delving, and intense. It dove into the ridge line up the underside of his cock.
It felt incredible, and he growled low and reverberating.
Nate seemed to hunger for his cock as if he endured years of restraint and denial.
He thrust himself high into the air, surrendering to the storm of sounds and screams and moans from Nate as he worshipped and explored.
The orchestrations grew higher and higher and more crazed.
He couldn’t even comprehend the sounds his throat and lungs were making.
Nate lapped at his most dear sensitivities.
His opening.
Feeding on precum as soon as it flowed.
Then his cock sprayed.
White ribbons catapulted.
Lasering. Splattering down.
Afterwards they wiped him down in silence.
Content.
Not daring to listen back to the recording yet. Wondering what mysteries they had uncovered and created.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ezuw8x/orchestrations_oralartmfmm