The Snake Pit 3 ~ The Staff © 2006 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.
The Staff
By now I'd settled into the routine in the Snake Pit. Every Tuesday and Friday someone came in to change the sheets and towels and generally straighten up. If I had left any dirty dishes in the sink they were washed, the floors were mopped and the carpet vacuumed. As a result I wasn't too surprised when I woke up to the sound of someone in my rooms when I stayed home on a Friday.
I was still only about half awake when someone entered my bedroom carrying an armload of sheets.
"Good morning!" I said.
"Yai!" he yelped, dropping his load of bedding. "Uh, I'm sorry, I-I didn't know you were here -- no one replied when I knocked." He bent over to pick up what he had dropped. "I can come back later."
I chuckled, "No need, it is about time for me to get up anyway. No need to sleep the whole day away. Besides, it isn't everyday I awakened to a nude boy entering my room."
As he started out of the room I heard a metallic rattling sound indicated that along with being naked he was wearing steel leg irons on his ankles.
"Are those part of your uniform, too?"
He looked down and then smiled. "Sort of," he said.
"When did you guys go back to working in the nude?" I asked. The housekeeping staff had been wearing just sandals, a Speedo and a mesh tank top for the last few months.
"Last week one of the weekend guests claimed that something was missing from his room and Snake got real mad. He said that the only way he could be sure no one took anything was to have us work in the nude so that we didn't have any place to hide things. Then big mouth Freddie said, `why not tie us up so that we can't pick anything up either.'
"Snake never has liked Freddie's mouth -- a while ago he kept him gagged except to eat for a week. `Works for me,' he said and chained Freddie to the "X"-cross and hung a bucket from his nut-sac. We all were required to piss in the bucket and add other heavy objects until the bucket was full.
"The next morning my uniform locker was empty except for a note to come to Snake's quarters. When all of us were there except Freddie, who was still on the `X'-cross, Snake brought out these leg irons."
He lifted one foot so I could see the leg irons more clearly. Instead of the regular little keyhole that accepted a standard cuff key, it had one of those "pick-proof" circular "Ace" locks.
"Snake said that anyone who can get these things off without damaging the cuff in any way doesn't have to wear them, but that isn't a regular cuff lock so I guess we're all stuck, and until he decides to release Freddie we have extra rooms to do as well."
I smiled, "It does appear that you have a bit of a problem all right; however, I just might be able to help you." He gave me a quizzical look. "You're Bill, right?"
"Well, uh, actually my name's Keith, Keith Travis to be exact, but since I live in room `B', Snake said now I was going to be called Bill. He calls all of his boy's names that correspond with their room numbers."
"Okay, Keith Travis, what's in it for me if I get you out of those leg irons?"
"You can get these things off me without damage?"
He hesitated a moment. "You know that we are all Snake's slaves and don't have any money or other items of value."
I nodded my head, how they ended up being his slave while Corky just lived there like he did was something I wanted to know, but it could wait until another time.
"All I have to offer is my body. Snake does allow us some free time most evenings as long as we have finished all of our chores. The only restriction is that we can't leave the compound and since I don't have any clothes I don't see that as an option."
"Okay, Keith..."
He interrupted, "Please call me Bill, we're not supposed to tell anyone our real names. Snake would punish me severely. We're not even to tell each other our real names."
"Okay, Bill, then what can you do for me with that body of yours?"
Bill didn't say another word; he just placed the pile of linens on a chair and approached the bed. He pulled back the covers and started blowing his hot moist breath onto my rapidly hardening cock.
My cock rose to the occasion rapidly and as soon as it was no longer lying against my pubic bush Bill took the hear into his mouth and began to wash his tongue around and around the very tip, slipping it ever so slightly into the piss slit from time to time. This attention brought me to full erection in a hurry and once I was there he lowered his head, taking the rigid cock-shift deep into his throat until the purple mushroom of my cock-head was pressing against the opening of his throat. He pulled back a little bit and took a couple of deep breaths and then pressed forward again, this time the head broke through into his throat and he was able to bury his lips and nose in my curly bush of dark pubic hair.
Now he began working the muscles in his throat, giving my cock the best deep-throat massage I could remember. He also rubbed the outside of his throat with his hand, increasing the pressure and pleasure enormously. Finally, just when I was beginning to wonder just how long he could hold his breath, he pulled back and took a couple huge gulps of air before once again swallowing my rigid eight-inch banana. He repeated this procedure several times and had my cock buried deep when a new voice came into the room, followed by another naked youth.
"Bill," this new arrival called out before seeing just what Bill was doing. "Oh, ugh, I'm sorry, Sir," he added when he saw me on the bed, "but we have to finish our assigned rooms on time of we will be punished."
Bill pulled back completely, "Can't you see I'm busy here, I don't think this will take too much longer and then I'll get back to work. Besides he said that he thinks he can remove these leg irons without doing any damage and if he can do that I'll risk most anything Snake has to offer -- I really don't like being shackled like this all the time."
"Okay, okay, I was just wondering what you were doing, I saw your cart in front of the open door and came in."
"And now you can just come out again, I have everything under control here." And then to me he said, "This is my brother `Chad', well, that's what he is called here anyway. His real name is Ezra."
I looked the new boy over; he couldn't be more than six months different in age from Bill.
Bill noticed the quizzical look on my face and explained, "Actually he is my half-brother and five months older than me, and we have different mothers. David is also our half-brother and the youngest of us by a little over a month. His real name is Joshua. Our father belongs to one of those polygamist Mormon groups in rural Utah. They threw all three of us out when they discovered that we were gay."
"Why are you telling him our real names, we'll get in trouble if Snake finds out," Chad asked.
"Don't worry, he's cool, he has promised not to tell anyone and I sort of like having someone know who I really am once in a while. Now if you want him to try to remove these leg irons you need to get out of here so that I can finish what I was doing."
Chad left and Bill return to what he was doing, giving me one of the best blow-jobs I had ever experienced. The whole time that this had been going on Bill had been slowly massaging my cock so that I never lost any of the rigidity and now he returned to his task with a renewed vigor that I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand much longer.
Sure enough, within a couple of moments I was blasting load after load of my hot creamy man-juice deep into Bill's throat and like the experienced cock-sucker that he was he didn't lose a single drop.
I lay back on the bed, almost too exhausted to move while Bill headed into the bathroom to change the towels and get back to work.
"I'll get up in a moment and help you change the bed," I said weakly as I lay there in the warm after-glow of sexual satisfaction.
"You don't have to do anything, I can come back later to finish if you want to just lie there."
A tempting thought, but now that I was awake I was going to get going -- in any case I was going to have to a little bit of research if I was going to be able to follow through on my offer to remove the leg irons.
When Bill returned to the bedroom I asked him, "Did you notice if Snake used more than one key when he was applying those things?"
"No, and he has used them, along with some handcuffs with the same kind of key and he never used more than one key. Why?"
"Oh, little bits of information like that can help me to get them off you guys. Now let's change this bed so that you can get on your way."
It didn't take us long to change the bed and then he did a little bit more cleaning up before heading off to do the rest of his rooms. As for me, I made a couple of phone calls and then got dressed and went out -- there were a couple of people I wanted to see so that I could keep my promise to Bill, and perhaps Chad and David as well.
I had just returned from a light dinner in a Mexican joint down the street when I heard a light knock on my front door. Opening the door I was confronted by three naked boys, Bill, Chad and I was guessing that the third boy was their younger brother David.
"Come on in," I suggested, stepping aside to make room for them in the doorway. It was only then that I noticed that each of them had his hands cuffed securely behind him. "Has someone been in more trouble?" I asked.
"No, just another bit of fallout from Freddie's big mouth," was Bill's reply. "Snake decided that the best way to keep everyone out of trouble was to keep us cuffed whenever we weren't working or under his direct supervision; so until further notice, any free time we are allowed in the courtyard won't be very free at all."
I looked at the handcuffs the boys were wearing, they had the same locks as the leg irons, and removing them wouldn't be any more difficult either.
"Did Snake make the same offer about getting them off he did about the leg irons?" I asked.
"No, I asked about that, but he said that these would only be used part time, while the leg irons could very well be permanent."
"Well, let's see what I can do about some of these problems," I said as I pulled a small ring of keys from my pocket. "I suspect one of these will do very nicely for everything."
Sure enough, the second key I tried opened the locks on Bill's leg irons and then the handcuffs.
"You'll have to put the handcuffs back on me before I leave, Snake is going to be mad enough just seeing that I got out of the leg irons without showing up free of the handcuffs as well."
"What are you going to tell him about the leg irons, you're not going to tell him that I have a key are you?"
"Oh no, Sir, I wouldn't do anything that would cause a problem for you, and neither will my brothers, will you guys?"
Both of the other boys nodded their heads in agreement.
"Now, Bill has already earned his release, what about you two, do you want me to release you as well?"
"Yes, Sir," the two boys said in unison.
"I'll do anything you say," Chad said and David nodded his head in agreement.
"Well then, I'll have to think about what I want, won't I?"
After a short pause like I was thinking about what to do with them I led all three of them into the bathroom.
Pointing to an enema bag hanging in the shower I asked Bill if he knew how to use one of them. He said that he did so I told him to put a full bag of warm soapy water into each of his brother's rectums while I changed clothes and I left the room. From what I heard it was obvious that all of them were quite familiar with the process and by the time I returned, now wearing only a leather cod-piece and a body harness, both of the helpless boys were standing in the tub with their abdomen extended enough to indicate that they were truly full of the enema water.
"Okay Bill, now make one more up for yourself, I want all three of you nice and clean back there."
He did as he was told and managed to empty the contents of the bag into his own rectum. Chad and David were both looking more than a bit uncomfortable as they tried to keep from letting any of the warm water escape from their bowels.
"Okay, now who got the first enema?"
David said that he had been the first so I told Chad that he could sit down on the toilet and void himself. David started to complain that it wasn't fair to allow Chad to go first since he was the first one filled, but a stern look from me shut him up. Bill volunteered that he had seen Snake make a boy who complained about how long he was required to hold an enema stick his face under three other boy's assholes while they voided and when I nodded to indicate that I thought that would be a good way to deal with such things David shut up real fast.
After I allowed Bill to void, I finally allowed David and I could see a really deep look of relief on his face.
Now I picked up a rather large butt-plug and started working it into David's asshole. "You're going to have to wear this thing for the rest of the evening if I hear any more complaints," I said as I worked it all the way inside the boy. Finally his sphincter muscle closed around the narrow base of the plug and all that really showed was a small crank that I turned a few times, causing the plug to twist and turn in his stretched hole.
"Okay Bill, now I want you to keep turning this crank while I see just how good a fuck Chad is. I don't want to hear any complaints so if either of them starts to make noises you are to stick your cock into their mouth as a gag. If they both start complaining I have a couple of extremely uncomfortable gags that we can use as well."
I positioned Chad on his knees on the side of the bed and after having David moisten my cock with his mouth started to shove my eight-inch tool into his tightly clenched hole. I have always been highly turned on by a tight boy's rectum and I didn't suspect that it would take me very long before I shot my load deep into the helpless young man before me. The huge load I had pumped into Bill earlier in the day wasn't going to slow me down very much I was sure.
I began driving my cock deep into Chad's asshole, slowly gaining inch after inch until I felt my pubic bush pressing against his smooth young ass cheeks. Now I pulled back just as slowly, stopping with just my mushroom shaped cock-head still buried in his guts and then pressed forward again. With each pump I picked up a bit of speed until I was slapping against his upturned ass cheeks in a steady and rapid rhythm.
Chad began to moan and groan as my cock battered his prostate and stretched his sphincter as far as it would go. Finally after what to me felt like far too short a time, but to him felt like an eternity my nuts pulled up in their sac and I began to shoot load after load of steamy hot cum into his battered asshole.
When my orgasm subsided I collapsed onto the helpless boy, my cock still buried inside his guts. I felt like I had shot my entire being out with my cum.
When I finally pulled my now deflated pole from his hot clutching hole there was an audible pop. Now, without even being told to do so, Chad turned around and took my flaccid member into his mouth and began to clean the residue from my massive ejaculation with his tongue.
"David, I think it is time for you to give your brother a proper blow-job to thank him for releasing you from those leg irons."
David turned to Bill and took his now rigid cock into his mouth in much the same fashion that Bill had taken mine that same afternoon.
I turned to Chad; "You need to replace Bill on that crank, no point in stopping the stimulation now." It was a bit more difficult with his hands cuffed, but Chad was up to the task and managed to keep his younger brother anally stimulated until he shot his load of boy jism into Bill's greedily sucking mouth.
When everyone was finished I completely released all three of the boys and allowed them to clean up in the shower [cold water only, after all they are slaves] before re-cuffing their hands behind them, giving them the leg irons to return to Snake and bidding them a good night with the promise that we could all play some more in the not too far distant future.
After the three boys had departed I gave a bit of thought to just how Snake was going to react when the boys gave him back the leg irons -- oh well, that was something for another day.