The Snake Pit 5 ~ The End of Snake Copyright 2010 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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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 End of Snake
When I first moved into the "Snake Pit" I had been told about a monthly poker game that the owner "Snake" hosted. There had been a time when I had played a lot of poker, only in recent years I had been a bit too busy most of the time, and since I didn't seem to be in any one place for very long so I didn't generally didn't make the sort of friendships that one tended to make before being invited to a `friend' game.
I must have been living there for about six months when the subject of the poker game was really brought up -- a few of the boys had mentioned to Snake that I had hosted a sort of sexual poker game that I had hosted with several of the boys around the building, including both Corky and some of Snake's slave boys.
At the same time I think that Snake was looking for some way to `repay' me for what he was sure was my involvement in getting the leg irons off of his slaveboys.
I stopped at the front desk to check for mail when Snake approached me about joining the poker game come Saturday night. "We only play for small stakes, just a friendly game," Snake assured me.
If I had given it any thought I would have realized that Snake didn't do anything without some sort of hidden agenda and that games wasn't going to be an exception.
The game was in Snake's personal apartment -- something about three times the size of the one I had and appeared to have been made from about half a dozen motel rooms. He had a professional style poker table in the middle of the room with ten chairs, each one with a small table for drinks and such beside it. Since it was the "Snake Pit" there was also a slaveboy assigned to each two players -- the slaves were of course naked and wearing leg irons.
The several of the other players were also residents in the "Snake Pit" while a couple were friends of either Snake or one of the other players. While I had a nodding acquaintance with a couple of the other residents I had never met the others or the guys who didn't live here. Since I didn't know any of the other players I tended to sort of stand off and just let them play, only playing with I had a hand that I really felt I had much of a chance of winning with.
In the course of the first couple of hours I started to get a bit of a feeling for how each of the others played -- a couple were more interested in playing with the slaves assigned to their seats than in the game in any case. As I watch more closely I noticed that Snake always seemed to know just when to fold his hand -- he hadn't really won much, but he hadn't lost a single big hand.
There was something about this that just didn't feel right so I started watching to see there was something going on here that wasn't exactly according to Hoyle. When we had started the game Snake had made a big show of gagging the slave so that they couldn't inadvertently give away what sort of a hand the players had if they happened to see what cards they held. To me it seemed that there was too much attention to being paid to this added feature and as the evening proceeded I came to recognize that I was quite right. I wasn't exactly sure how the slaves were signaling things, but I was very sure that they were. With that in mind I made sure that the slave beside me never had a chance to see my cards and only played a few hands; therefore, when the evening was over I had won a small amount while Snake was the big winner and the others all seemed to have lost -- a couple of them a fairly large amounts.
When the game broke up Snake had offered the losers who were living here the opportunity to take one of the slaves with them as a sort of consolation prize. When I headed off to bed I motioned to Hank that he should follow me -- he looked over at Snake who nodded his agreement and then followed me.
Back in my apartment I removed the gag and waited while Hank worked his jaw around a bit to recover from the large rubber cock that he had been sucking on for the last several hours.
"Go ahead and have something to drink," I ordered as I collapsed onto the sofa.
Hank returned and took the proper position for a slaveboy when reporting to his Master, his fingers laced together behind his head while standing straight up.
"What were you instructed to do during that game?" I asked.
"Provide for your needs regarding food and drink, Sir," he replied.
"Nothing else?"
"Sir?"
"What other things were you told to do?"
Hank stood there silently, it appeared that he was trying to decide just what he was going to tell me. I didn't say anything else; I just waited to see what he was going to do.
"Sir. Snake is my Master, I am but a slave, I have to do whatever I'm told or I will be punished."
I nodded, I didn't say anything.
I could see that Hank was having some very serious conflict in his mind -- I just waited.
Finally he started to tremble a bit, "If I tell you things Master Snake will punish me," he said with a tremor in his voice.
"And if you don't answer me I'm going to punish you."
I could see the dilemma that he was faced with; to be honest I was enjoying it, only I really wanted an honest answer.
"Sir," he finally said, "I trust you, if I had the opportunity to choose a Master I would much rather it be you. I beg you not to tell anyone what I am telling you."
I nodded my agreement.
"Master Snake expects us to tell him whenever the players we are helping have any sort of good hand."
"How much do you know about poker?" I asked.
"Master Snake has taught all of us a lot, and he has expected us to remember what we are taught."
For the next two hours Hank told me everything he had been taught and how he was to signal it to Snake. Each of the slaves had a slightly different sort of signals, but each of them had to know what all of the others were doing. When he was finished I was quite impressed with the extents that Snake had gone to just to win a few dollars in a small home poker game. That is when Hank dropped what I guess I would call the bomb -- the monthly game here was only there for them to keep up their skills -- from time to time there were some very large stakes games where the amounts wagered included slaves as well as money.
Interesting, very interesting.
I guided Hank into the bedroom. "I'm not going to say anything to anyone -- you are to continue to do as you are told just as always -- only now I will be watching."
When we were in the bedroom Hank fell to his knees and using his teeth started to undress me. It didn't take him very long as he was very talented in that regard. When he finished I removed his leg irons and led him into the shower.
"Today I'm going to allow you to shower with me -- and that includes using warm water for yourself, not just for me."
"Thank you Sir, it has been a long time since I have been allowed to do that."
"You're earned it, or you will in the next few months."
Using plenty of hot water Hank carefully cleaned every inch of my body, paying particular attention to my cock and balls. When we had finished he wrapped me in a large towel and dried my off very carefully before drying himself and then following me back into the bedroom.
He picked up the leg irons and handed them to me.
"Put them back on the floor, I think tonight we are going to leave those off."
He looked at me surprised.
"You have given me a lot of information and where I come from information is like money so the way I see it you have paid for the privilege of not being treated like a slave tonight."
I pulled Hank down into the bed and pulled his body against mine. He opened his mouth and began kissing all over my face until he clamped his mouth over mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth and then dueling with it much like two swords in an old movie.
At the same time Hanks cock had grown to its full length and was rubbing against mine as I enjoyed the feeling of his hairless body rubbing against mine. Slowly Hank started working his mouth and tongue down across my chin and then on down until he managed to capture one of my now erect nipple in his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth over the tip of the nipple while holding it lightly between his teeth. After a bit he moved over to the other nipple, treating it in much the same fashion while one of his hands worked its way down until he had his hand wrapped around the shaft of my now rigid mantool.
While slowly massaging my erection he released his oral hold on my nipple and began to slowly work his way down my chest and stomach, stopping momentarily to fuck his tongue into my belly button a few times before his mouth reached its goal -- my fleshy pole. Hank continued to run his hand up and down the cock shaft while he swallowed the purple colored mushroom of the head inside the hot moist cave of his mouth. I knew that it wasn't going to take very long for the slaveboy's talented tongue to bring me to the boiling point, only I really wanted do so something a bit different with him this time. I bent forward and without removing my prick from his mouth I started pulling him around until he was in a reversed position with his crotch now directly in front of my own face. Hank's boy-cock was dripping slightly and was every bit as rigid as my own. As the now well trained slave boy that he was he attempted to pull his crotch back enough that none of his pre-cum would accidently fall on me while at the same time wrapping his arms around my upper thighs as he swallowed more and more of my throbbing erection.
Hanks boyhood looked larger than it might actually be since his pubic bush had been shaved smooth, but in any case it was a very lovely package and I bent my head forward a bit and took its head in my mouth. Hank shuddered a bit as I began paying the same sort of attention to his member that he was paying to mine. The boy's tool was the right size as far as I was concerned and it fit very comfortably in my mouth -- the tip just tickled the entry to my throat as my lips met his smooth groin without triggering my gag reflex. I was immediately aware that the boy had not expected me to do anything like this, which is one of the reasons I did it -- I have always enjoyed doing things that weren't expected.
My slow oral massage on his rigid cock encouraged him to work all the more intently on mine, swallowing every last millimeter deep into his throat as his nose buried itself in my ample pubic bush. I sensed that it wasn't going to be very long before the boy was going to paint my mouth with his jism and I was looking forward to tasting it -- it had been some time since I had taken any boy's cream, let alone a slaveboy's juices, and I was remembering just how much I did enjoy the taste.
At the same time I knew that it wasn't going to be much longer before I also shot my load and I knew from previous experience that Hank was going to take it without allowing even a single drop to escape. When I felt Hank's balls start to tighten up against his scrotum I realized that he was going to beat me to orgasm, but not by very much I was quite sure, and in fact that is exactly what happened.
The taste of Hank's cream was all it took to drive me over the edge myself, blasting load after load down his sucking throat while I savored the flavor of his juices as well. This was going to be an orgasm to remember I was sure.
When both of us had finished I continued to suck on the now spent boy-cock as it slowly returned to a flaccid state, running my tongue around the sensitive cockhead so that he giggled around my also softening member as he attempted to hold on it as well. Finally both organs returned to their relaxed condition and after releasing his prick I pulled him back up until his face was directly in front of mine and planted a large, open-mouthed kiss directly on his lips. He opened his mouth and once again our tongues battled a bit as I first stuck my tongue into his mouth and then sucked on his until I was able to capture it between my teeth.
"You taste delightful," I said softly as we both came up for air.
Hank didn't need to say anything, the look of contentment on his face say volumes.
I pulled the naked teen's body up tight against mine, nestling his head against my shoulder and then when he started to speak I placed my finger against his lips to indicate I wanted him to not say anything.
"I know I didn't have to do that -- I wanted to -- you have done more for me tonight than you realize and that is my say of saying think you."
I reached over to the switch on the bedside table and turned off the light -- it was only a matter of minutes before both of us were sound asleep.
I awoke as Hank was getting out of the bed; the look of contentment I had seen on his face was now replaced with worry.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"I'm going to be late to work -- this is Sunday and we all have a number of extra chores to do."
I sat up, "I don't want you to get in trouble with Snake," I said, "but I really would like to have you stay here with me today."
"You can ask Snake to give me to you for the day, Sir, only I still have to be down for `roll-call' in the morning." He picked up the cuffs and leg irons that I had removed from him the night before, handing them to me, "Could you please put these back on me Sir, if Master Snake knew that you could remove them he might also figure out that you were the one who had released us a while ago when he was keeping up in the leg irons all the time."
I fastened the shackles back on him and planted another big wet kiss on him before opening the door for him to leave. "You should not tell Snake anything about what you told me last night -- we can just keep that our secret for now."
"Yes, Sir," he said as he hobbled out the door.
I had fully intended to speak with Snake about having Hank for the day, but I sat down for a minute and the next thing I realized it was almost noon. I doubt I would have awakened then even if my phone hadn't started ringing. It was my office and it turned out that I was going to have to go in for a little while that afternoon -- so much for any recreation I might have planned.
It was only late that afternoon when I was returning that I happened to run into Snake. "I enjoyed that poker game last night," I said, "But the stakes aren't very high."
He looked at me for a moment and then asked, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, when I was playing back in Nevada I tended to only play `No Limit' with a minimum buy in of about $100,000."
Snake smiled. "I do know of a game like that if you are really interested."
I just smiled.
"Of course some of the players tend to get involved a lot more than that."
"That does sound very interesting," I replied. "Is this still a gay men's game?"
"Sure is, and sometimes the stakes can include a slave or two as well."
"How does one get into that game?"
"Invite only. I can ask if you'd like."
"Please. I presume it is a cash game, no markers."
"Indeed."
"I look forward to it then, I just need a bit of notice so that I have my cash available -- I don't generally carry around that sort of kind in my hip pocket."
He laughed, "Not a problem."
I took my leave and headed toward my apartment. I ran into Hank in the hallway outside my door.
"What's up?" I asked as I opened the door.
"Can we talk inside?"
"Sure." I opened the door and ushered him inside. It was obvious that he had finished his chores for the day as along with his leg irons his hands were cuffed behind his back again.
"Would you like to release you?" I asked.
"No Sir, I have to go back to work in a little while, I was worried that I wouldn't get a chance to see you at all tonight."
"Okay, so what's so important?"
"You said that I could take with you and you wouldn't tell anyone else what I said?" He said it more as a question than a statement.
"Sure."
"I was cleaning up behind the corner when I heard Master Snake on the speaker phone, he was talking about another of those big poker games and he told the person he was talking with that he would bring two slaves with him this time. In the past whenever he took a slave with him the slave never came back. This time it sounds like he is planning to bring Aaron and me."
"Where is this game going to be held?"
"Here, next week. I don't want to be a slave period, but at least here there is a chance that I may be released one of these days and there are people here who treat me well. Master Snake has brought in other slaves that he has won in the past, and all of them were treated much worse then here. If I have to be a slave I really would like it to be you who is my Master."
I was flattered. I had of sort of forgotten that Hank and Aaron hadn't come here of their own free will, but the thought that he would be willing to be enslaved by me did feel good.
"And what is it that you would like to have me do about this?"
"When I told you about how Master Snake does things and about the much larger games you said you were interested. I was sort of hoping that if you couldn't buy us you could win us away from Master Snake."
"Let me look into this, meanwhile, don't say anything about this conversation to anyone, not even Aaron, okay?"
"Yes, Master." The helpless boy almost fell down as he tried to kiss me.
I opened the door and he hobbled out, back to whatever it was that Snake had planned for him that night. Myself I made a note to myself that I was going to have to make sure I had enough cash around so that I could get into that poker game if I could.
Snake stopped me as I was leaving for work Thursday morning. "Are you still interested in that poker game?"
"Sure, when and where?"
"The game will be right here Friday evening, is that going to be enough time for you to get the money?"
"Not a problem."
Snake nodded and smiled -- I headed off to the office -- I had already put the wheels in motion to have plenty of cash available on short notice. Now it just depended on if I could depend on what Hank had told me about just how crooked Snake really was.
I arrived at the appointed hour to find that two other players had already arrived, each accompanied by a now naked and gagged slave. I was introduced to them as Masood and Julio, Masood was dressed in a flowing robe like a Bedouin sheik while Julio looked like Argentine cowboy. I hadn't known this was going to be a costume party or I might have arrived in a clown costume.
A few minutes later the rest of the players arrived, all of them dressed much the same as I, either a sport coat or a suit -- now I didn't feel so much out of place. A couple more brought slaves with them as well -- the slaves immediately stripped down and were fitted with gags. At this point each of the players brought out a briefcase which was opened revealing lots and lots of US dollars. The smallest buy-in was $500,000 so I didn't feel out of place when I showed that I was bringing $1.5 million. The look on Snake's face said that he hadn't realized that I had that sort of money available.
Hank and Aaron were the two slaves that Snake had brought and they stood to one side, helping to provide food and drink to the players, only this time they didn't stand between the players as they had done in the small game the week before. As I watched I saw were passing on to Snake any information they managed get -- it wasn't as easy this time, but since they were all moving around more they did get a fair amount of chances to see people's cards. One of the things I had noticed before was that when someone was accustomed to having slaves around they didn't really pay any attention to what they saw or heard, it was almost as if they weren't actually there. This was definitely working to Snake's advantage as the game progressed -- the other players didn't try to protect their hands from the eyes of the slave, only the other players.
I played very conservatively, I didn't really want to start winning based on what Hank had told me -- I didn't want Snake to realize that I was also benefiting from his slaves, but I didn't want to lose either.
We had been playing for about an hour when the first really big pot was starting to grow in the middle of the table.
"Are we still accepting a slave as worth $50,000?" one asked.
The other two players still in the hand nodded their agreement.
"In than case I'm all in for my cash and my slave as well." He gestured toward one of the slaves who came over beside his Master.
"Too rich for me," replied one of the players.
"I call," said the other, pushing in an extremely large pile of chips into the pot.
There were two small pairs on the table, the guy who had wagered his slave turned over two additional threes showing four of a kind -- threes and started to reach for the pot.
"Hold on a moment the other guy said as he turned up two sixes giving him also four of a kind -- sixes -- which gave him the best hand.
"Go over to your new Master," he told his slave. Then he tossed a small key ring and an envelope from his pocket into the pot, "These fit the irons and gag, his ownership papers are in the envelope -- the clothing he wore to the game are the only other things he owns.
With that the loser pushed away from the table, bid all of us a good night and left.
There was a bit of banter about his being the first one to tap out again and then play resumed. A quick count had told me that the pot had contained about a million dollars play the slave. I was glad that I had brought as much as I had with me.
Over the course of the next couple of hours I had managed to triple my money. One other slave had changed hands, and Snake had almost lost both of his slaves in a hand where it was the fifth card that had managed to win the pot for Snake. I had looked over at Hank when Snake had made that bet and I could see that he was extremely worried.
And then came that once in a lifetime hand -- the one that you always dreamed about, only to find that no one wants to call -- only this time someone did. I held a `Royal Flush,' anyone who knows anything about poker knows that to be the best hand you can have, you can't be beat.
The only person in the pot with me was Snake. I had been making sure that his slaves couldn't catch a glimpse of my hands, coupled with the fact that I was reading the signs they had been giving from time to time meant that I had really done quite well.
Snake looked over at my stack of chips, he had been doing rather well himself, but I had close to double his stack at the moment. He pushed all his chips into the pot and then added a ring of keys and an envelope.
"I'm all in," he said, "that includes all of my slaves and the deed to the building."
"Are you sure you want to do that?" I asked him. I knew I would win but I felt that he needed a chance to change his mind, he had been drinking a lot all night, and while I knew that several of the drinks only appeared to be alcoholic, he wasn't sober either.
"I sure do!" he said with a wicked smile.
"Okay, then you're called."
With a flourish he turned up his cards -- two queens, when combined with the two queens on the table he had four of a kind -- queens -- an extremely strong hand to say the least. "Read `em and weep," he said with a smile.
"I'll read `em okay, but I think you are the one who is going to be doing the weeping." I turned up my two cards, the Ace and King of Spades, which combined with the Queen, Jack, and ten of Spades gave me the Royal Flush.
It took Snake a few seconds to read the cards. I was really concerned about what he was going to do when he lost like that, only he just sat there, looked at the cards again and then started to laugh.
Of all the responses I might guess beforehand -- that had to be the least likely.
Snake was having trouble speaking he was laughing so hard; finally he got his mirth under control. "Congratulations -- you are not both a slave and property owner."
While Snake continued to laugh the other players all cashed out their chips, gathered up their slaves, and after each congratulated me on my big win, left. Now it was only Snake, me, and the two slaves still in the room.
Hank and Aaron started to straighten up the room until I told them to let that wait until morning and go back to their quarters.
Aaron pointed toward the gag that they were still wearing. "I think I'll just leave them in for now -- you are not to say anything to anyone about what happened here until I talk with you in the morning."
I turned back to Snake -- he had finally managed to control his laughter. "What the hell is so funny -- you just lost everything you have."
"The way I see it I won."
"Huh?"
"I wanted you to win."
"Why?"
"Because I knew that you would never have been willing to let me just give this place to you."
The more he said, the less I understood.
"You are a businessman, you will either run this place the way it should be run or you will find someone else who can do it for you, and that's what I want."
"You just lost everything you had here because you wanted a businessman to run it? You could have hired someone to do that yourself."
"Indeed I could have, but that wouldn't have solved all the problems -- I've still got all the money I need for the rest of my life -- and I wanted to make sure that when I'm gone there would be someone around to keep this place as my legacy if you will."
"You make it sound like you are dying or something."
"I am. I have cancer; the doctor says that the best I have about four to six months left. I don't have any family or anyone else to leave this place to so the government and the lawyers would get it all and you can be sure that no one would be running this place as it is now. The first time you walked in I knew you were the one and as time passed I became more and more convinced. The only thing I ask is that you allow me to continue to live here until such time as I have to move into some sort of hospice for my final days."
"So this whole poker was a ruse?"
"No. The game was real; I have been playing with most of these guys for several years. The only hand that wasn't on the up n up' was that last one. Franklin, the dealer, has been banned from almost every card room in the nation -- he can make a deck of cards do tricks you can only dream about. He dealt that last hand just the way I asked him to deal it -- he was the only other one who knew what was happening -- the others were dealt the sort of hands that we knew they wouldn't play so that only you and I would still be there. Whenever you are ready to move down to this larger apartment I'm ready to change with you -- I don't actually have a whole lot of things to move and I haven't needed this much room for some time now."
I didn't know what to say. I also didn't know that I really wanted to own this place ever. Grant you, my other business could continue to run just find without me, and I was more than a little bit tired of traveling all the time, but did I really want to end up running this place?
Then I thought about things like Hank and Aaron -- and how many of the others were here as slaves against their will. For that matter were Hank and Aaron really here against their will any more?
It was almost like Snake was reading my mind.
"My slaves here are all here because they want to be, even Hank and Aaron have been offered their freedom several times only to turn it down. I have a special trust fund that I have set up for the boys so that when they do leave they won't end up out in the cold with nothing -- of course, none of them know about it and won't until such time as they decide to leave -- but it is there none the less."
I was starting to see a side of Snake that I didn't ever know existed -- one that I was rather sure none of his slaves even suspected existed either. All of this was just more than I could handle mentally at the moment -- I bid Snake a good night and headed back to my apartment.
In front of my door there was something I hadn't seen in a while -- Corky, wearing his serape with the note pinned to it along with his small bag of toys. I opened the door and invited him inside.
When I removed his gag the first thing he did was kiss me. "I'm so glad to see you," he said, "I was beginning to think that you weren't going to come home tonight."
"Okay, but how did you end up at my door this late at night?"
"The guy I have been staying with got a phone call this evening telling him that he needed to come home right away, someone in his family had had a serious accident and wasn't expected to live. He gathered up his things and then asked me were he should take me. The only person I could think of at the moment was you -- after all you did tell me more than a few times that whenever I had no other place to go I could come to you -- so I told him to leave me here, only then you weren't home so I have been out in the hallway for several hours."
I took him in my arms and hugged him -- there was something about Corky that just felt good. I removed all the bondage gear from him and sent him into the shower -- "You may use the warm water tonight," I instructed as placed the rather large suitcase of money I now had in the locked closet -- I'd have to put that back into the vault before anyone knew I had it.
Corky came out of the bathroom toweling his hair -- he looked exactly as he had that first time he had shown up on my doorstep when I first moved into this place. This brought to mind another thing -- was I going to allow others to continue to call it `The Snake Pit' after Snake was gone? There was something about OASIS INN that didn't really seem to fit the place. Oh well, that was something for another day.
I had undressed while Corky was in the shower and now I engulfed him body with my arms and together fell onto the bed.
Corky started to kiss my like he was going to die if he didn't do it. As our mouths pressed together he opened his lips and my tongue drove deep inside, fucking his mouth. Corky sucked hard on the intruder as if he were going to manage to get something other than a bit of spit from it.
Releasing his hold on my tongue he started to slowly work his way down my body, leaving a trail of his spit along the way as he managed to clamp his lips around one of my nipples -- treating it as if it were a miniature cock, rigid and ready. After a minute he moved over to the other nipple, treating it in the same fashion. Next he resumed his slow descent washing back and forth across my abdomen until he reached my belly button where again he stopped, driving his tongue in and out, causing me to giggle a bit from the tickling that it provided. Then at last he reached my thick, dark colored pubic bush, beginning to slowly work his tongue around the base of my cock until he had thoroughly drenched the curly hairs that grew from my groin and then he began to work on my cock shaft, preparing it to be engulfed by his sucking mouth.
Corky now opened his mouth and sucked in the purple mushroom of my now rigid member. He clamped his lips around the gans and started working his tongue around and around the circumcised cock-head, even trying to fuck his tongue into the piss slit before he slowly started to take more and more of the fuck pole inside his oral cavity. It didn't take long before the tip of my cock was pushing against the opening to his throat. After a short pause he pressed his head harder against the resistance his throat was presenting and plowed deep inside. The warm and tight confines of his throat massaged my engorged member, presenting the sort of delightful sensations that only come from a truly talented cocksucker.
It was only when I started to worry about him passing out from lack of oxygen that he pulled back enough to gulp in a couple of breaths of air -- then he was right back, again swallowing my rigid tool until my wet pubic patch was pressed tightly against his lips, his nose being as deep into my crotch as it was possible for him to get it.
Again and again the talented cocksucker pulled back just long enough to get more air before he went back to work on my rigid prick. At the same time Corky was running his hands up and down both my torso and around my thighs and crotch, building my passion level higher and higher until there was no way I could hold back any longer. When he pressed against my groin one more time I blasted the first of several loads of hot man juice deep into his throat which he swallowed without ever losing even a single drop.
It was only after the last of my jism had run down his throat that he began to pull back, allowing my slowly deflating member to withdraw from the fleshy sheath that had held in deep inside him.
As my cock returned to its flaccid state I pulled the boy up until once again we were lying there, face to face, my tongue now running around his face looking for any traces of the juices I had just poured into him.
"Did I please you, Sir?" he asked, his voice husky with passion.
"As always," I said in reply.
He turned a bit until he was lying with his back toward me and his hands grasped together behind him. "I'm ready for my cuffs now, Sir," he said.
I had actually been thinking about allowing him to sleep with his hand free tonight, but since he seemed to really want to be tied I wasn't about to deny that.
Once Corky's hands were locked together behind him he pressed backward until my still flaccid member was pressed against the crack of his ass.
I wrapped one arm over his chest, pinching his nipple as I whispered into his ear, "As wonderful as I know you asshole to feel I'm truly exhausted and it is going to have to wait until morning." I could feel his disappointment -- mine too for that matter, but I was quite sure he wasn't going to be running away overnight. It didn't take very long for both of us to fall into a deep sleep, pressed together like two spoons in a drawer.