Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 17:32:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Snake Pit 5 ~ The End of Snake

The Snake Pit 5 ~ The End of Snake
Copyright 2010 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved


********************************************

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!


If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

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.

If you like this let me know -- questions and constructive criticism will
be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.

NOTE: This story is copyrighted, any posting or publishing of this story is
a violation of that copyright and it will be prosecuted to the fullest
extend of the law.


********************************************


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.