The Snake Pit 2 ~ Hank & Aaron © 2006 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
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The Snake Pit
I was on the road a great deal, living in one motel after another -- the idea of having to stay in one place for about six months was something that I grasped at once as it would mean that I could live in one place and actually hang my clothes in the closet for a little bit. I had heard about "The Snake Pit" several times in a number of places so it was the first place I looked when I arrived in town. The name on the front of the building actually said "OASIS INN" but everyone called it "The Snake Pit" after the manager, "Snake."
After I signed the various agreements, including the ones that said I understood that the entire building was "clothing optional" and that no females were permitted beyond the front lobby I found myself the occupant of a one-bedroom apartment on the first floor. The Oasis Inn had started out as a motel; however, some of the units had been patched together to make apartments and slowly it had turned into an extended stay motel where the same people had occupied some of the units for several years. There was a large swimming pool, sauna, steam room, gym and even a community kitchen for those who didn't have a kitchen of their own in their room. Everyone lived kind of like a huge extended family and as I soon learned, not all of the people living there were actually registered guests.
Hank & Aaron
I stepped out of the elevator into the main lobby; Snake was behind the desk on the phone. He beckoned me over and indicated that he would only be on the phone for another minute or so.
He hung up the phone. "I have something down in the dungeon that I think might interest you." He gave me an evil smile.
I was dog-tired and had planned to head right to bed, but Snake had a way of overcoming such things with just a glance. "And what could that be?" I asked.
"Why don't you go in and see for yourself, I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
So, instead of heading down to my apartment I headed the other direction to check out just what or who was in the dungeon. The dungeon at the Snake Pit was actually just a couple of rooms right off the office, which had the windows, covered so that no outside light came in. There were several cells and even a couple of cages as well as a number of rather interesting devices and cabinets full of bondage equipment. When I entered the room I noticed that there were two boys I had never seen before in two of the cells.
"Who are you?" one of the boys asked as I approached the cell. "Are you going to release us?"
"We don't belong here, we didn't do anything, there is no reason that we should be locked up like this," said the other boy.
"There must be some reason that you're locked up in here, why don't you tell me how you came to be here and then I'll see what I can do."
"We don't have to tell you anything, we're being held here against our will and demand that we be released."
"I don't think that you guys are in much of a position to be demanding anything. The way I see it you are the helpless captives and that doesn't give you much in the line of negotiating room."
"But we didn't do anything!"
"That remains to be scene, how about you tell me just what has happened and how you ended up here."
The two boys didn't say anything so I turned to head for the door. "I'll come back when you are more willing to talk."
"Okay, I'll tell you what you want to know, but can I ask a couple of questions first?"
"Well, you can ask, I don't promise an answer, but we'll see."
"What is this place? And why are we being held here like this?"
"This is a gay apartment hotel that serves mainly guys who are into bondage and S&M. As for why you are being held here, to answer that I'll need to know a lot more about what you have been doing in the last few days."
"Go ahead and tell him, Hank, things can't get any worse," said one of the boys.
Hank's story:
I guess it really started last summer; Aaron and I were enjoying a week of camping in the mountains near our home. We had brought our girlfriends with us and were having a really great time; by the time we had to head back home we had decided that we would take a much longer trip this summer after we graduated from high school -- either in the USA or Western Europe.
We talked about it all the time and when Christmas break came he decided to spend a few days skiing together. In order to keep everyone happy we rented a château with two bedrooms and told our parents that one would be for the girls and the other for the boys. The first couple of nights we stayed boy/girl in each room, but then the two of us got more than a little bit drunk and the girls made us stay together in one of the room. The next night they said that they liked this new arrangement and it stayed that way for the rest of the week.
When we got home we didn't discuss it at all, it was over and done with. Come Spring Break we headed to Aruba, we were all 18 by now so we could drink legally and it did end up being mostly a drunken orgy every night -- again the girls said that since we were that drunk they didn't want to share a bed with us. Only one night we decided to look into the girl's bedroom to see what they were doing and what we saw was more than we had expected. The girls were having oral sex together and obviously enjoying themselves enough that they didn't hear us when looked in on them.
Aaron and I had played around a little bit in the past, but we hadn't done anything in some time. After seeing the girls doing each other we headed back to our room and did end up jacking each other off before we went to sleep.
After we returned from Aruba we more or less broke up -- the girls seemed to hanging together all the time and we just didn't fit in. Aaron and I did get together a few times, but not anything serious, we knew we weren't gay, just horny.
Aaron and I decided that we would still take the long summer trip, but it would just be the two of us. We took off right after graduation, traveling by bus much of the time. It became obvious that if we continued to use the bus all the time we would run out of money far too soon so we decided to try hitchhiking. It worked out quite well for the first couple of weeks and then things really changed.
We had arrived here and were getting out of this very friendly guy's station wagon and then he took off real fast before we could get our backpacks from the back. He was going to be very disappointed as there was no money in the packs -- just some food and clothing -- but now we had to replace everything and that was going to take a lot of money.
We had heard of a place here in the city where you could get a room even meet other guys for very little money. We knew that it was a gay bathhouse but we figured that if we had a private room we would be safe and could just close everything else out and get some sleep.
When we arrived we were told that there weren't any private rooms available, but we could have lockers and put our names on the list for a room when one became available. It sounded okay and we did have some fun with a couple of guys only we were both extremely tired and tried to lie down in one of the public rooms. No one bothered us at first and we were soon sound asleep.
We awoke to loud voices. "What have we here?" one voice said.
"It looks like sleeping beauty got lost this evening," said another.
There were several loud laughs and then someone pulled my towel away, revealing that I was still wearing my bikini briefs.
"Well, will you look at this; this one still has part of the wrapper covering the candy." He gave the elastic band on my shorts a snap.
"How about the other one?" a voice asked.
"Let's see," came a reply and then a hand from out of the dark room pulled Aaron's towel away as well, revealing his total nudity.
"You know, it just doesn't seem fair that one of these two beauties should still have her panties on while the other is nude," came yet another voice from the darkness, this one with a bit of a laugh, but not a nice laugh at all.
"I'll take care of that," said still another voice.
How many guys were in this room with us and did we still have a chance to get away from them before something happened that we didn't want? Part of that was answered when the outside door closed and most of the light coming into the room was cut off except for the dim red light hanging the middle of the ceiling.
Two large hands grabbed the sides of my briefs and literally pulled them right in half -- now I was just as naked as Aaron. Next a couple of these big guys took hold of me and lifted me up into a leather sling, quickly fastening my ankles and wrists so that I couldn't escape.
Two more guys placed Aaron on top of me in a "69" position, I was forced to open my mouth and accept his semi-erect cock while he had to take mine as well.
"Okay boys, now let's see just how much pleasure we can help this two little girls have," said the voice that seemed to be the leader.
I tried to tell them that we weren't girls and didn't do this sort of thing, but with Aaron's now fully erect member in mouth all I could do was mumble.
"Hey, will you listen to that, one of these two is trying to thank of for our assistance, and what do you say we help them out a little bit more?"
I heard a drawer open somewhere and then felt the tip of a fairly large dildoe pressing against the entrance to my asshole. It had been dipped in some sort of lube and there was no way I was going to be able to prevent its entry.
At that same moment Aaron gasped around my hard-on and I felt sure that someone was pushing another of the artificial cocks into him as well. The rubber cock hurt as it stretched my sphincter muscle at first, but after a couple of strokes in and out he found my prostate and as much as I wouldn't have wanted to admit it, it began to feel good, sexy even.
I knew that I couldn't hold out against this sort of assault for very long and was wondering how I was going to warn Aaron about my impending climax when suddenly his throbbing erection in my mouth began squirting his creamy hot boy juices. While we had never done anything together except to jack off, I was familiar with the look and feel of Aaron's jism, just as he was familiar with mine. And I had even tried tasting my own a couple of times when I had masturbated alone in my room after going to bed.
The flood of Aaron's was the thing that finally pulled my trigger and I exploded my own loads of hot boy-milk into Aaron's sucking mouth. He took my load in much the same fashion as I had taken his, swallowing rapidly, not allowing a single drop of the hot manly fluid to escape.
"Will you look at that," said one of the voices, "it appears that our young friends here are a lot more experienced in the pleasures of a man than their initial resistance would have indicated. I think they're ready to be taken down to the main playroom, don't you guys?"
There was a general murmur of agreement and then we were released and helped down from the sling. I reached around behind me to try to remove the dildoe only to have my hand slapped away. "No one said anything about removing those, did they?" I was asked.
"No, Sir," I replied.
"Hey, this kid catches on fast, already he is accepting that he needs to call his betters `Sir'."
There was a general round of laughter and then we were handed our towels and the whole group started out into the hallway.
"If either of you girls so much as utter a sound until we tell you that you can you will be singing in a voice so high not even your dog will be able to hear you, understand? Just nod your head."
We both nodded our heads; we knew that as long as we went along with whatever these guys wanted we would end up okay, they couldn't eat us.
The other playroom was very much like the first except that it had a few additional pieces of furniture, most of which I couldn't see the use of, but that would change soon enough I was quite sure.
I was bent over across a table, my legs were shackled to the table legs and then my wrists were secured above my head. The top of the table had a kind of `U'-shaped cutout that I quickly learned allowed someone to stand directly in front of me while I sucked his cock.
Aaron was fastened to another table exactly the same as mine and then all of the guys, as well as a few more that were recruited from out in the hallway began to take turns with us. I don't remember just how many cocks I sucked or how many guys fucked me, but both my jaw and asshole are still quite sore.
After I don't even begin to know how long we were released and then secured, spread-eagled, to a pair of large `X'-crosses which had a large dildoe on them to keep the prisoners [us] from sagging. Our cocks and balls were abused now -- every time I reached erection my cock would be given several strokes with a leather whip until I cried out in pain at just the sight of the little whip and my cock was much too sore to even touch.
When our abusers grew tired of this game they gagged us and just left us there. Several other guys came into the room from time to time, but when they saw how we were tied up they just left again, the last one closing the door so that we were alone in the almost total darkness.
Suddenly the room was bathed in light and I heard the sound of a bucket being dropped.
"Call Frank, we've got a couple leftovers in here," called out a voice.
It appeared that Frank was the Manager and he released us, helping up to first lie down on a couple of benches and then sit up once we regained a bit of strength in our arms and legs.
"You guys can rest here for a few more minutes, but then you're going to have to clean out your lockers and be on your way," he said.
It was at this point that I realized that the elastic band around my wrist wasn't there any more. I started looking around the room, but didn't see it anywhere.
"Aaron, do you have your locker keys?" I asked in a bit of a panic.
He reached for his wrist and then said, "No, it must have fallen off during the night."
"It appears that you guys have a problem, this is the last room to be cleaned and no one has turned in any locker keys. What are your locker numbers?" the manager asked.
"149," I said.
"Then mine must have been 150," Aaron added.
The manager sent one of the cleaners to check those two lockers. The boy returned a minute later to inform us that both lockers were completely empty.
At this point I completely lost it, not only had someone stolen our packs, but now even the clothes off our backs, our IDs and anything else we had was gone.
"Did you have anything in the lock box at the desk?" he asked trying to be helpful.
This was the first I'd heard about a lockbox at the desk and I guess it showed on my face.
"The boy at the front desk is required to offer every guest the free services of a lockbox, obviously someone didn't follow through last night, I guess I'm going to have to do more training.
The manager of the sauna said that he would take us somewhere where we could stay until we could contact home and get some money and ID. He brought us here, and the guy running this place locked us up down here.
Now since there is no way I can escape from here why did he also cuff my hands behind me and lock my ankles in leg irons?
"I think I can answer that -- he just likes to have boys around naked and in chains, period."
"Well, we're not all that crazy about it," Aaron said.
"I don't think that he ever gave that part of the situation a thought."
I took my leave of Snake's somewhat less than willing guests, telling them that I would check into their status and about when they would be able to make that phone call.
When I got back to the front desk I was advised that Snake had gone out for a few minutes so I asked that he call me whenever he returned and headed off to my rooms to wonder just what Snake had in mind when he allowed me access to these two young men.
About half an hour later Snake knocked on my door. After the usual formalities I invited him in and then turned to direct questions.
"What do you plan to do with those two boys?"
Snake looked at me for a moment as if trying to remember which two boys I was talking about. When I didn't say any more he pauses a moment and then said, "I'm not sure -- I think I could get a very good price for them at auction or they would certainly help dress up this place a bit."
"Yeah, and then we could all go to jail for kidnapping and any number of other offenses."
"Yeah, well keeping them here is only an option if they want to stay." He shook his head for a moment. "But, they're so lovely; it would be a shame not to be able to at least make a few dollars off them."
"And how many people know you have them here?"
"I'm not sure, but you do have a really good point."
"Okay, so what is plan `B'?"
"I could give them to you," he said with an eager smile.
"Ah, the old wish your problems off onto others gambit," I said a bit sarcastically.
"Well, it does work, particularly when the other in question is a do-gooder like you." He gave me another of those evil smiles.
"And it works almost every time. Okay, bring both of them here, don't release them, but make sure that whoever brings them also gives me keys to their shackles.
I guess it was about forty-five minutes later that two of the boys from the front office led Hank and Aaron down to my rooms. The boys looked a bit worried until they saw me; I must have made a positive impression on them. The two boys were wearing so much steel restraint that I knew just what had taken so long to get them up here. One of the escorts handed me a ring of keys and an envelope and the two boys departed, leaving my two new charges and me. I led the boys into my apartment.
The first thing I noted about their new bondage was that they were gagged -- I've never been much into gags and removed them right away.
"Thanks, that thing was extremely uncomfortable," Aaron said as he worked his jaw back and forth.
"We wouldn't have been gagged in the first place if you had just kept your mouth shut instead of making demands. Like this man told us, we aren't in the position right now to be making much in the line of demands."
Obviously Hank had paid some attention to what I had said earlier, that was a good sign. I opened the envelope and read the message within -- it was a preliminary report on the medical tests that Snake had run on the boys when they first arrived. Everything was negative, apparently they were both as healthy as a horse -- that was very good news, now I just needed to figure out what I was going to do with them.
"After I spoke with you before I asked what your keeper planned to do with the two of you. He admitted that he hadn't made up his mind yet -- he had thought about selling you..."
"Selling us," Aaron almost shouted, "how can he sell us, we're not slaves. Hell, slavery is illegal all over the world."
"Silence or I'll gag you again, why don't you let me finish before you open your mouth?"
"Sorry, Sir, but..."
"I told you to keep quiet," Hank said softly, "your outbursts only seem to get us into more trouble."
Aaron gave Hank a dirty look, but he didn't say anything else.
"As I was saying, he thought about selling you to an Arab Sheik he knows who will pay top dollar for boys like you. Then he thought about just selling you at a slave auction -- in either case you would end up out of the country and he would end up with a lot of money.
"Now, before you start out again about how slavery is illegal and all of that, it still exists in a good many places and there is a fairly large black market in young male slaves of European stock to be sold in the Middle East. Most of them start out being used as pampered house slaves mostly for sex; however, as they get older they tend to be put to work in mines and such where they are just worked to death. There is nothing uncommon about this sort of thing. If you're lucky your Master will just cut off your balls and then put you to work in his harem, but..."
Both of the boys had very scared looks at this point -- and that is just what I wanted. While I had never bought or sold a boy, I had been to a couple of auctions and if I'd had a bit more money I suspect I might have ended up owning a slave.
"Instead of doing either of these things he decided that he would just give you to me and that would make you my problems. I'm not all that sure this is a good thing because now I have to figure out what to do with you."
Aaron shook the chains that bound him tightly. "You could just turn us loose," he said with a hopeful grin.
"Okay, I can do that; I'll just release you and turn you out this evening, no clothes, no ID, no money. How long do you suspect that you would last like that?"
"You could just let us call home and have them send us some money so that we could buy some new clothes and bus tickets, we could even pay for the phone call once the money arrived." Hank was trying to use logic to get out of this situation.
"Okay, and what do you tell them is the reason you need the money -- you said you had plenty when you left home. And how do you explain sending the money to a well-known GAY hotel? It doesn't matter to me at all, but I'm not all that sure it would play that well back home."
The boys exchanged looks, but didn't say anything.
"I think I have a better idea, the management here still needs a couple more housekeepers, a job that pays a bit of money and provides a place to live -- here."
"What about clothing, if you remember, we don't even have any clothes."
"That isn't a problem at all; you may have noticed that none of the boys working as housekeepers here wears anything -- that is the uniform of the day, every day. And for that matter so are chains when you aren't working. Not quite as much as you're wearing at the moment, but still handcuffs and leg irons.
"You are also allowed to play around with the guests and some of them are quite generous from time to time."
"Does that mean that we have to have sex with anyone who wants it?" Hank asked.
"No only that you may in your free time. Now, there is one little thing."
"I knew there was going to be a catch," Aaron said dejectedly.
"Not a very big one, but since you have been given to me and I seem to be solving your problems I think it is only fair that I get something in return for my efforts."
"And that is...?"
"You will be provided your own bunks in the main bunkroom; however, I think at least one of you guys should be sleeping in here with me every night. Also I will take care of any funds you earn -- after all, it isn't like you have any pockets to keep them in." I gave a bit of a lecherous smile.
"Are we to be kept chained up like this all the time too?" Hank asked.
"Not like this exactly -- you're wearing too much steel to be comfortable to sleep with right now; however, you can expect to be wearing leg irons almost all the time and have your hands cuffed behind you much of the time when you're not working. Those are the rules around here for housekeepers -- I didn't make them, but I have to admit that I do enjoy the benefits that they give off."
I released the boys enough that they could join me in a simple dinner and then after a group shower I cuffed their hands behind them, and the three of us retired to my oversize bed. Hank immediately worked his way down to take my rigid cock into his mouth and gave me a blow-job the likes of which I hadn't had in some time while Aaron worked on my nipples until both of them were standing hard like miniature cocks attached to my chest. These two boys would need no training in the proper way to service a man, that was for sure, and it didn't take all that much time before I had shot my load into Hank's sucking mouth.
After my last little spurt of jism flowed down his willing throat he pulled himself up and exchanged the last bits of flavor with Aaron before they tucked themselves in beside me and the three of us fell asleep.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hank and Aaron stayed in the Snake Pit a lot longer than they needed to and had a few other adventures along the way. Perhaps we will be able to check in on them again.