Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 00:30:35 EST
From: HM
Subject: Poker Weekend Gone Bad (Installment 1)

    My name is Steve, and I'm a 25 year old medical student at Harvard.
I got introduced to poker (Texas hold's of course) by playing in small
games in the dorms.  It didn't take me long before I was routinely taking
money from everyone at school.  Hell, I thought I was the next Amarillo
Slim!!  That's why I made the decision to go to Vegas for a long weekend
and try to make my fortune.  I was sick of only winning $50-$100 a night,
it was time to get into the bigger games you could only find in Vegas.
As a first year medical student, I didn't have much money, so that's why
I planned the trip right after receiving my first gigantic student loan
check.  I was supposed to take it directly to the school and pay that
years tuition, and keep the rest to pay for books, rent, and other living
expenses.  Instead, I planned on doubling it first with my amazing poker
skills.  Looking back on it I can't believe how stupid I was to take such
a huge risk, but at the time I was convinced of my poker superiority.

    When I got to my hotel, I didn't even bother unpacking.  I
immediately headed to the casino's poker room.  I'd done my research, so
I knew this hotel had some of the biggest games going.  I went up to the
poker room manager and told him I wanted a seat at the biggest no-limit
poker game they had going.  He just smiled a little bit and informed me
that the minimum buy-in for that game was $25,000.  "no problem" I
responded.  I had a total of $30,000 with me.  90% of it was from my
student loans, the rest was from my poker winnings at school.  The first
thing I noticed when I sat down at the table was that my 30K wasn't that
much compared to everyone else's chip stack.  Everyone else was playing
with around 100K.  "Oh well, the more money for me to win", I arrogantly
thought.  Almost everyone at the table was twice my age, accept for the
guy seated to my left.  He was roughly my age, maybe a year or two
older.  I also noticed he had around 150K in chips in front of him.

  For the first hour or so, I didn't play in many hands, then I had my
first big score.  It was against the younger guy to my left.  I
won $10,000 off him with a full house!!  The only person who seemed
happier than me, was him?  He just smiled and said, "wow, nice hand".
After that he struck up a conversation with me as we played.  His name
was Mike, and he said he was here with a bunch of friends, but they
didn't play poker.  I commented that he must be having a pretty good trip
with all that money he had in front of him, inspite of the $10,000 I took
from him.  He informed me that he used to be an owner of one of those
booming Internet companies, and sold out for millions of dollars!!, so
the money he was playing with was only a small drop in the bucket.  I
told him all about me being a med student, and the risk I was taking with
my tuition money, but that I was pretty confident in my skills.  He just
smiled and said "I hope it works out for you"

    We continued playing, and things couldn't have been going better.
Although I rarely found myself winning hands against Mike, I was taking
plenty of chips off the other players,  I had built my chip stack up to
around $58,000, and was ready to call it quits and go home with my
winnings.  I even announced to the table that this was my last hand.  I
didn't know that it was the hand that was going to change my life
forever.

    We were all dealt our two cards, and I was thrilled to look down and
see that I had been given 2 kings!!   Unfortunately almost everyone in
the hand folded by the time it was my turn to bet.  The only person left
was Mike.  I didn't get tricky, I raised $10,000.  He instantly reraised
another $10,000!!!  I wasn't gonna mess around, I pushed every chip I had
into the pot!, "just fold your hand and let me go home with my money" I
thought to myself.  Mike looked at me with a devilish smile and said, "I
call"  I almost passed out when he turned over his cards, he had 2 aces!
The only cards better than my kings.  I don't even remember the rest of
the hand, but I do know that my kings didn't win.  I had lost
everything.....everything!

    I just sat there in a daze.  Only then did I realize what a stupid
risk I'd taken.  What was I going to do?  I couldn't pay my tuition, my
rent, anything.  It even occurred to me that I might be in legal trouble
for losing the money that was loaned to me for school.  I barely even
noticed as Mike stood up, told the poker manager to have his winnings
credited to his casino account, and walked away from the table without
saying a word to me.  I do remember that he gave me that same devilish
smile as he walked away.  I must have sat there for 5-10 minutes, just
staring at where my chips used to be, before the dealer told me I'd have
to leave if I wasn't going to play anymore.  I slowly stood up and walked
to the door of the poker room.   My legs felt like rubber.  I just wanted
to get to my room and cry like a little girl, but guess who met me
outside the door? It was Mike; "Hey Steve, sorry about your money buddy",
he said it as casual as if he'd only won $5 off me!  Of course to a
wealthy guy like him, it practically was.  He continued by saying "I
might be able to help you out though, come up to my room in about an hour
and we can talk about a loan.  I'm in suite 101."  I quickly agreed.

    Although I was thrilled that he wanted to talk about loaning me my
money back, I knew it probably wouldn't be cheep.  I had no doubt he'd
probably charge me enough interest to make me regret every picking up a
deck of cards, but what choice did I have.  Either agree to his terms, or
my medical career would be over before it started. I'd have to drop out
of school and still have to find a way to pay back the student loans I
blew at a poker game. Thats assuming the bank doesn't throw me in jail
for theft.

    To get up to the suites I had to take a private elevator.  There was
a casino guard at the door who stopped me and asked me for my name.  I
was surprised to find out that Mike had given it to him, and I was
allowed up.  It wasn't hard to find his room, there were only 2 suites on
the floor.  I knocked on the door and was quickly let in by Mike.  I was
instantly amazed by the suite, it was huge.  It was literally 5 times
bigger than my apartment back home.  There was a gigantic living room
with a wide screen TV, a jaquzzi on the balcany, and a lavish bedroom
with a gigantic bed.  Mike didn't waist any time, "So Steve, you fucked
up pretty bad today didn't you?".   I quickly replied, "Yes, I know.  I'm
so stupid, but if you loaned me back that money, I swear I'd pay you
back, I'm a medical student and as soon as I'm a doctor  I'll be able to
pay you back...I promise".   Mike just kinda smiled and said, "Thats a
pretty big risk for me, what if you never graduate?  What if you just
decide not to pay me?  How do I know you'll honor you debt Steve?"  I
wasn't sure how to convince him, so I pretty much just begged, "Please
Mike, I'll do anything for this money back, I'll pay you plus interest.
If I don't get this money back, my career is over, please Mike, I swear
I'll pay you back!".   Mike just thought about it for awhile, then he
just stood there looking me over.  I started to feel alittle
uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me.  "Tell you what Steve,
I'll loan you the $30,000 back, but only if you agree to my conditions.
At the end of every semester you're gonna have to make an interest
payment, kind of a good faith payment so I know I'm getting something
back from you."  I was overwhelmed with joy!!  "You bet, Mike.  It's a
deal.  I'll make a payment every semester, and when I graduate I can pay
you off really quick".  Mike smiled and said, "great, I'll give you your
money back at the end of the weekend, until then I'll need that interest
payment from you."   I replied, "Well, I can't pay you any money right
now, I lost everything to you at the poker game."  Mike said, "Steve,
your interest payments won't be money, they're going to be payed in
labor."  Not really understanding what he meant, I asked him what kind of
labor.  What he said next shocked me to the core, "Well Steve, I want you
to get down on your knees and suck my cock."  I was speechless, I didn't
know how to respond.  Mike continued, "I want to make sure you're serious
about honoring your debt, so you're going to suck my cock before you
leave this room or the deal is off."  I finally managed to speak, "No
fucking way, I'm not gay Mike!!".  Mike just kinda chuckled and said,
"You're missing the point Steve, I am gay, and I want you to suck my dick
or I'm not loaning you any money."  I just turned around and started for
the door when he said,  "Pretty stupid Steve, screwing up your whole life
over something as stupid as a blow job."  I had my hand on the doorknob,
but just stopped.  All I could think about was how much trouble I was
gonna be in if I went back with no money.  How would I tell my family
that their Harvard son blew it all in a poker game.  Still facing the
door I asked, "You'll really loan me the money back?"  Mike replied with
a smile, "Of course I will, and no one back at your school needs to know
about our deal, I promise.  Hell, if you might even like it."  Like it!!
No chance, but I slowly came to the realization that this was my only way
out. I'll suck this guys cock and everything will be ok.  As if he
realized what I was thinking, he walked over to me and put his hand on my
shoulder and turned me around.  I could barely look him in the eyes, but
I said "ok".  He put his hand under my chin, raised my face up alittle
and said, "Don't worry Steve, just do everything I tell you and this is
going to work out fine for both of us."

    He then led me to the center of the room and in a gentle but firm
voice said, "Get on your knees."  When I was on my knees, he slowly
started taking off his cloths in front of me.  When he got everything off
except his underwear, I saw his body for the first time.  He was one of
those lucky guys blesses with a tight swimmers build.  I remember
thinking to myself, "at least he's not a fat slob".  He then began to
slowly lower his underwear, it was obvious he was loving the anticipation
of the whole thing.  Watching this 100% straight guy on his knees,
waiting to suck his first cock.  When he took them all the way off, he
exposed his semi-erect dick, which was already about 7inches long.  He
walked to me, placing his cock inches from my mouth.  He then put his
hand on the back of my head and slowly pushed my mouth to his cock.
"Take my cock in your mouth Steve."  I was so humiliated and scared at
the same time.  I just closed my eyes, and slowly moved my head forward.
I felt the head of his dick begin to push on my lips, I opened my mouth
slightly and felt it slid into my mouth.  I tried to pull back, but Mike
firmly pushed my mouth further down his shaft. "There you go Steve, take
all my cock buddy".  Once he got it all in my mouth he told me to start
working his shaft.  I started to move my head up and down on his cock,
doing my best not to gag.  I could feel his warm cock swelling up in my
mouth, growing to its full size.  I put my hands on his hips, and kept
working my mouth over his cock.  After a few minutes of this he grabbed
both sides of my head and started to slowly fuck my mouth.  Gyrating his
hips, sliding his shaft in and out of my lips.  This went of for what
seemed like forever, he'd fuck my face for awhile, then stop and have me
do all the work for awhile, but then he started driving his cock into my
mouth with increased speed, and started really breathing heavy....I knew
what was coming.  Suddenly he grabbed a fist full of hair from the back
of my head and pulled his cock out tell just the head was in my mouth,
thats when I felt hot cum starting to hit the back of my throat!!!  I
tried to pull back, but he held me there while he filled my mouth full
of cum.  When the last bit of cum hit my tounge, he stepped back and just
looked at his Harvard boy, there on his knees with cum dripping out the
corners of his mouth.  I didn't know how to feel, I was humiliated, but
what really confused me was the raging hardon I ihad.

    I stood up and asked, "Can I have my money now?".   "Hell no" replied
Mike.  One blow job isn't gonna get you $30,000, I said you'd get your
money at the end of the weekend, its Friday night, you'll get your money
Sunday.  That is if you keep your end of the bargain."  I begged him,
"please Mike, please just give me the money, I promise I'll pay you
back"   He replied, "I know you'll pay me back, I just want to make sure
I get plenty of that "interest", now quit fucking whinning and go back to
your room.  I'll see you tomorrow morning at 10am sharp, meet me
downstairs in the lobby"    Trying to hide my shame, I whipped the cum
from my mouth and headed for the door, I knew I had no choice but to do
as he said.  Just before going out the door, Mike said, "Oh Steve, you
did a pretty good job sucking your first cock today, but when I'd done
with you you're gonna be a fucking pro, and don't forget, 10am tomorrow,
be there.  goodnight buddy"