The Snake Pit 1 ~ Corky © 2005 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
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The Snake Pit
I was on the road a great deal, living in one motel after another -- the idea of having to stay in one place for about six months was something that I grasped at once as it would mean that I could live in one place and actually hang my clothes in the closet for a little bit. I had heard about "The Snake Pit" several times in a number of places so it was the first place I looked when I arrived in town. The name on the front of the building actually said "OASIS INN" but everyone called it "The Snake Pit" after the manager, "Snake."
After I signed the various agreements, including the ones that said I understood that the entire building was "clothing optional" and that no females were permitted beyond the front lobby I found myself the occupant of a one-bedroom apartment on the first floor. The Oasis Inn had started out as a motel; however, some of the units had been patched together to make apartments and slowly it had turned into an extended stay motel where the same people had occupied some of the units for several years. There was a large swimming pool, sauna, steam room, gym and even a community kitchen for those who didn't have a kitchen of their own in their room. Everyone lived kind of like a huge extended family and as I soon learned, not all of the people living there were actually registered guests.
CORKY
I had just returned from my first day in the new store, it had been an extremely difficult day and I was exhausted -- I had stopped for a quick bite on the way home and was looking forward to a shower and a good night's sleep, tomorrow looked like it would be more of the same.
I heard the doorbell as I got out of the shower, "Well," I thought, "here is a chance to see just how `clothing optional' this place was," I padded to the door still drying off and without wrapping the towel around myself as I would have done anywhere else I had ever lived.
"Can I help you," I asked as I opened the door.
Standing at my door was someone wearing a leather hood that did allow him to see where he was going but covering his mouth was a thick gag. He was wearing a Mexican Serape with just his bare feet showing at the bottom. Pinned to the front of the serape was an envelope with the word "WELCOME" printed on it in large block letters. There was a note inside:
WELCOME TO THE SNAKE PIT. THE BEARER OF THIS NOTE IS CORKY, HE LIVES HERE AS A HOUSE SLAVE. WHEN YOU REMOVE HIS SERAPE YOU WILL SEE THE KEYS FOR HIS BONDAGE EQUIPMENT HANGING AROUND HIS NECK, THE SERAPE IS THE ONLY PIECE OF CLOTHING THAT HE NEEDS/OWNS AND HE ASKS ONLY THAT YOU SEE TO IT THAT HE IS FED IN RETURN FOR ANY AND ALL SERVICES HE MAY BE REQUIRED TO PROVIDE FOR YOU. I HOPE YOU ENJOY HIM AS MUCH AS I HAVE, YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO KEEP/USE HIM, AND HE WILL MOVE ALONG TO THE NEXT NEW RESIDENT IN A FEW DAYS; HOWEVER, IF YOU LIKE HIM YOU CAN KEEP HIM FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT. ALL OF US HERE IN THE SNAKE PIT JUST ASK THAT YOU FEED HIM AND TREAT HIM HUMANELY AS LONG AS HE IS WITH YOU.
The note was unsigned. I wasn't sure just what to do, but nonetheless I invited Corky into my apartment and closed the door. I lifted the serape and sure enough, there was a small ring of keys hanging around his neck. He was wearing a leather body harness with some rather wicked looking clips on his nipples. His hands were locked behind his back and while his feet weren't shackled, he did have straps locked around his lower thighs that prevented him from taking a very big step.
I looked the bound boy over, his body was nicely developed, obviously, he had been using some of the equipment in the gym, and the way he was tied did show him off to his best advantage. He was completely hairless, including in his crotch, when I ran my hand over it I didn't even feel any stubble -- I later learned that electrolysis had been used to permanently remove his pubic hair as soon as it had appeared. He looked to be in his early 20's at the most [I subsequently learned that he had just turned 22] and was a very handsome lad.
Since I had lots of questions to ask I removed his hood and gag, I wanted to get a good look at his face and I wasn't sure I wanted to allow him full freedom until I knew a bit more about just what this whole thing was about. The gag he was wearing had a large rubber cock on it that must have been pushing right at the back of his throat, no wonder he wasn't able to talk at all while wearing it.
"How's that boy?" I asked.
"Thank you, Sir," he replied as he tried to work some of the stiffness from his jaw.
"Would you like something to drink?" I was sure that he had to be rather dry after having that huge rubber cock in his mouth for any period of time.
"If I may, Sir," he replied.
I nodded my head and he headed for the bathroom. I followed behind, I wondered how he was going to get something to drink still chained up as he was.
He managed to kneel down in front of the toilet and stuck his head into the bowl, much like a dog, and began lapping up some of the water. I was too much in shock to say anything, this was the last thing I had expected and I was just glad that I had flushed after I had last used the toilet.
When he finished, he stood back up and turned toward me. "Thank you, Sir," he said, his eyes still looking down toward my feet. "One of my previous Masters never flushed so that I had to drink his piss around his shit."
This was something I had never thought of making anyone do before, but at the same time, it did turn me on. Maybe I was even kinkier than I thought I was.
"Okay, boy, I need you to answer some questions -- you aren't exactly what I was expecting as a piece of furniture around here." Boy was that an understatement.
"I'll try to tell you anything you need to know, Sir," he said.
"First off, where have you been staying?"
"I'm sorry Sir, that is one question I have been instructed not to answer. If you do not wish to keep me there is somewhere I can go; however, I'm not allowed to tell you where that is."
He seemed to tense up as if he were expecting to be physically punished for not giving me this information.
"Okay, we'll come back to this later. How long have you lived here?"
"When my first Master and I arrived in the city we rented an apartment and lived here for almost a year."
"How long ago was that?"
"Nine years ago."
"You were still just a boy then."
"Yes Sir."
"How long had you been with him?"
"All my life, Sir. He was my father."
"Your father made you his sex slave?" I'd heard of such things, but thought it was only something that happened in erotic stories.'
"Yes Sir."
"What happened to him?"
"I'm not sure, Sir. He left for work one day and never came back. Master Snake called his workplace and he was told that my father had quit a couple of weeks before and they didn't know where he had gone. I didn't know of any other family, I didn't even know where he had worked in the cities where we lived before here."
"So you've just stayed here ever since?"
"Yes Sir. I've been staying here originally in the hope that he would come back for me and now because it is the only home I've known for the last several years."
"So, what do I do with you now?"
"I hope you will keep me, Sir at least for a little while. I'm sure I can keep you happy all of the time, I'm very well trained in that regard."
"And what do I do with you when I go to work?"
"Most of my past Masters have just chained me up much as I am now, some have also left me out in the courtyard for the pleasure of the other tenants. I have a leather bag of additional bondage equipment that is still outside your door that contains all kinds of interesting toys including a chastity belt."
I looked outside and sure enough, there was a black leather bag just out of sight next to the door. When I brought it in and opened it, I found that it had lots of additional bondage equipment, including the chastity belt he had mentioned.
I continued to look him over and had to admit that he was extremely sexy, just the kind of boy I would have looked for if I had been looking for a slaveboy.
"Have you eaten this evening?"
"Yes, Sir. Before I was brought over here."
"Okay boy, you can stay with me for the moment, but I'm tired and need to get some sleep -- and I suspect that you can help me in that regard."
I removed the straps holding his thighs together and replaced them with a pair of leg irons I found in the toy bag -- that still prevented him from getting around too easily, but still allowed me access to his asshole if I wanted it.
I lay back on my bed and he wormed his way up between my legs, licking at my nuts as I spread my legs. My erection continued to grow until I had a full hard-on only he continued working on first one nut and then the other one, ignoring my erection while he ran his tongue up and over my nut sac and down as close to my anus as he could reach while I was lying on my back. Finally I reached down and pulled his head up until his sucking mouth was over the tip of my dripping hard-on and then slowly I lowered him onto the rigid shaft, enjoying the feel of his hot moist oral cavity as I started to fill him with my raging manhood.
The boy was a natural born cocksucker, even without the use of his hands to support his body he was able to work his mouth up and down over my love-pole. Each time he descended an additional fraction of an inch disappeared into his sucking mouth until his nose and lips were buried in my pubic patch and I felt the head of my cock pushing all the way down into his throat. When at last he couldn't find any additional cock to swallow he began using his throat muscles to massage the head of my cock as he held it in his throat as long as he could before coming back up for a fresh breath of air. I knew that it wasn't going to be very long before I shot my load of hot jism deep into his waiting throat.
Corky recognized the signs of my impending orgasm and redoubled his efforts until I could hold back no longer. With a loud cry, I blasted my male cream into his sucking mouth, pouring out load after load of juices as he worked to swallow everything down without losing a single drop. An award winning performance to say the least -- he continued to suck, drawing every last drop of my juices from me until I felt as weak as a newborn kitten. I reached down to pull my new bed partner up into my arms and quickly fell asleep, still unsure of just what I was going to do with him.
There is something about waking up with a cute boy sucking on your cock that beats any alarm clock. Corky sure seemed to be enjoying himself only I needed to hit the john before I wet the bed so I pulled him off my cock and started to get out of bed.
"Do you need to piss, Master?" he asked.
"Yes, and if I don't do it right now you are going to get extremely wet."
"That's okay Master, just pee in my mouth and I'll swallow it, I love the taste of my Master's hot urine."
I'd never required a boy to drink my piss but the idea was quite a turn-on so I allowed him to take my cock back into his mouth and started to release my flow of man-piss, trying not to send more than he could handle at any given time. Corky sucked and swallowed, seeming to pull the piss from me even faster than I had intended to send it. When my bladder was empty he continued to suck as if he were going to get any last drops that hadn't yet arrived.
My cock was extremely hard and I felt another load of jism building in my balls. Since he had sucked them dry just the night before I was a bit surprised, but decided that his tight anus was the perfect place to send my morning load.
I pulled the bound boy up onto his knees and mounted him from the rear, using only his spit for lubricant. At first his sphincter resisted, then the mushroom shaped head of my love-pole pushed through and my cock sunk into the hot moist tunnel of his anal canal.
After resting against him for a few moments I pulled back until just the head was still inside him, then I plowed forward, sinking a couple more inches of my rigid meat into his welcoming asshole. Three more thrusts and my pubic bush was rubbing against his ass cheeks.
Reaching around him I find that his cock was as rigid as my own -- I stroked his member softly and felt his nuts begin to pull up tight against his scrotum. "If you cum without permission you will be punished," I said as I stopped wanking him and concentrated on my own rhythmic plowing of his tight asshole. In and out I ran my cock, rubbing against his prostate and bringing him closer and closer to orgasm while my own orgasm approached and then blasted into his rectum with the force of a rocket blasting off for the moon.
As my loads of cream shot into the helpless boy I took hold of his nut sac and squeezed his balls together with all of the strength I had in my hand. Corky screamed with the combination of pain and pleasure he was feeling as his own load of boy juices flew from the slit at the end of his rigid cock.
"I didn't say you could cum!" I shouted as I continued to squeeze his already abused nuts.
"I'm sorry Sir," he said between the sobs that were erupting from him as he tried to deal with the combination of pleasure and pain that I had caused.
I pulled my slowly softening cock from his asshole and then pushed his face into the cooling puddle of his jism on the sheet.
"Now I'm going to have to have someone change the sheets in here before I go to bed tonight."
"I'm sorry Sir, I tried not to cum but I couldn't help it."
I laughed to myself, I was sure that he couldn't help it either, but I needed to keep him feeling that I was angry.
"You are going to be punished this evening for making that mess."
"Yes Sir!" he said, a bit unsure of just what sort of punishment I had in mind.
After I took my shower I released Corky from his bondage and sent him to shower, the only restriction was that he would have to take his shower using only cold water -- no reason to waste hot water on a slave.
When he rejoined me in the kitchen I cuffed his hands behind him and then poured a bowl of cereal for him, added milk and placed it on the floor -- I always have enjoyed making my slaves eat from a bowl on the floor like a dog.
Now it was time for me to get ready for work, I chained Corky in a manner similar to how he was when he arrived last night and then asked him if he wanted his serape or just to be nude for the day. He chose displaying his nudity so that is how I put him out into the courtyard as I left for work.
As I entered the complex after work Snake stopped me at the front desk. "I see that Corky has found you, did you have a good time last night?"
"Oh, he found me all right, and as for a good time, I'll leave that to your imagination." I smiled at Snake and gave me a rather evil grin in return.
"Well, enjoy him while he's there, he generally moves on as soon as someone new moves in. I have an extra set of keys for all of his bondage equipment so you don't have to worry about leaving him like you did today and he does enjoy it. Most days we have a few day use visitors and he generally manages to play with them for a little while at least if he is out in the courtyard."
I smiled again and headed for my apartment. Corky was waiting for in front of the door.
"Did you have a good day at work, Sir?" he asked as I opened the door.
"Yes, and did you have fun while I was gone?"
He smiled a little and licked his lips. "I can tell you everything I did if you want, Sir."
"No, I don't think that I really need to know all of that -- I'll just use my imagination."
I released him and allowed him to use the restroom while I fixed both of us a bit of dinner. This time I decided that I would allow him to eat like a person, setting a place for him at the table. When I pointed to the chair and told him to sit and eat he hesitated for a moment, over dinner I learned that this was the first time he had been allowed to eat at a table in quite some time.
"Don't worry, it may not happen again for some time," I said.
Corky cleared the table and washed the dishes while I relaxed in the living room, reading the paper and listening to the TV. When he finished he came in and squatted beside me.
"What do you wish me to do now, Master?"
"I think I'll go for a swim, you shall be my towel holder."
I clipped a leash onto his collar, cuffed his hands behind him and after undressing walked him down to the pool. There were a couple of other guests using the pool, I had seen them around, but this was the first time that we had a chance to visit. The water was warm enough to linger for some time and I learned that each of them had had Corky stay with them when they first moved into the Snake Pit.
We compared notes on what he could or would do and how well he did them, one of the guys said that Corky had stayed with him a second time when the newcomer he had latched onto hadn't worked out and he needed a place to stay in a hurry.
I laughed at that, saying that I didn't think I would have a problem along those lines, I suspected that I would really be upset a little bit when he moved on. Having a willing slave like him around was always a joy to me.
I also found out that there was a regular poker game twice a month and that any of the residents were welcome to join -- the stakes weren't too high. I said I would think it over and then excused myself -- I decided that I would like to use the sauna for a few minutes before retiring for the evening.
Corky warned me that he went into the sauna wearing his metal cuffs he couldn't stay too long as the metal would grow too hot and burn him. I told him to tell me when they started to grow too hot and the two of us entered the sauna.
Over in one corner there were two guys having a rather animated `69' and they didn't even lose their rhythm as we entered. This gave me an idea and after I settled on one of the benches I pushed Corky down between my legs and directed his head to my crotch -- getting a blow-job in a sauna was something I had always wanted to try out and this just looked like the perfect opportunity.
Corky quickly settled into a proper sucking rhythm of his own and with his expertise I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I was painting the back of his throat with another hot load of my cum. I grabbed his head and attempted to control the rhythm, but it wasn't to be and before long I felt my nuts starting to draw up into their sac as they prepared to shoot a hot load of my man-juice into his sucking mouth.
I blasted a load that I didn't think I could manage after the two loads I had blown into him in the last twenty-four hours. Corky was a hot boy and he brought out a sexuality in me that I didn't even realize I had. He managed to swallow every drop of my juice.
Afterwards we returned to my apartment and once he had had a couple of additional pieces of equipment added to him we both fell asleep, me holding him in my arms.
Life with Corky continued in much the same manner for about a week and then he asked me if I would allow him to go with another new resident. Seeing as how that was how he had been living for so many years I didn't see how I could refuse. I locked him up much as he had been when he first appeared at my door and then pinned the same note to the front of his serape, deposited his bag of toys beside the apartment door and left so that he could knock and start yet another adventure.
The end, for now.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: There were many more adventures in the Snake pit and I'll get around to relating some of them in the future. If you would like to hear more, drop me a note and tell me -- sometimes a bit of a push helps get me writing. Thanks.