Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2010 23:42:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Snake Pit 3 ~ The Leg Irons
The Snake Pit 3 ~ The Staff
© 2006 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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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.