The Snake Pit 4 ~ Corky, The Early Years Copyright 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.
Corky, The Early Years
During the time that I lived in The Snake Pit Corky spent several different periods with me, sometimes only a single night when his current Master was going to be out of town and others when he genuinely didn't seem to have a place to stay. On one of these occasions I asked him to tell me about his life with his father. After a short hesitation he told me the following story -- I have set it down here as much in his own words as I could remember, after I first wrote it out I asked Corky to look at it to see if I had made any major errors, it was only then that he told me that he had never learned to read as he never went to school and his father didn't seem to feel that there was any reason for him to learn since he was only a sex slave.
Corky's Story
I don't remember my mother; my father said that she died when I was born. It was always just the two of us. As far back as I can remember I wasn't allowed to wear clothing. I was told that clothing was only for those who were allowed out on their own and that since I was a slave that wouldn't be happening. For a long time we didn't even have a TV in the house so I didn't know any different.
Most of the books and magazines around the house were full of photos of young boys having sex with older men, since that was all I ever saw I presumed that it was how things were for everyone. We lived way out in the country so there wasn't anyone else around to tell me otherwise. While I had always slept in the same bed as he did, he never did more than just touch me until my sixth birthday -- that night he said that from then on I would be required to call his Master and that it was time to start me sexual training.
That first night he started teaching me to suck his cock. It seemed to be far too big to get the whole thing into my mouth, but I was willing to try. First I licked at the head, running my tongue up under his foreskin and then licking all around the tip and trying to push my tongue into the piss slit. Slowly he worked the mushroom-shaped head of his cock into my little mouth, plugging it completely. At first my jaw hurt as I don't think I had ever had it opened so far before. It felt strange and a little bit dirty, though I didn't know why, and yet at the same time it felt kind of sexy. I felt a kind of strange stirring in my groin that was unlike anything I had ever felt before. At the same time my little cocklet stood up in a full boner.
I started to reach down to rub on my boner and my Master slapped my hands away.
"You will only touch yourself with my permission," he said in a stern voice. "Now to make sure that you don't touch yourself again I'm going to tie your hands behind you." So saying he locked a short length of chain around my wrists, holding my hands securely behind me. I pulled against the chains a couple of times but I recognized that there was no way I was going to get free without the key that he had put back into the drawer beside the bed.
As I licked and sucked on the huge plug in my mouth a slow trickle of pre-cum dripped into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever tasted something like that and the warm salty taste really was nice. My boner continued to throb as I worked on the huge invader -- I made several additional attempts to reach it with my bound hands and then attempted to rub it against the bed. For that I received a hard swat on my bare ass and another warning that I was NEVER again to touch myself sexually or to allow anyone or anything else to touch me in that fashion without the permission of my Master.
My training as a slave began that night and it continued every night from then on. My Master tried to work a little bit more of his cock into my mouth, but there just wasn't any room. Next he began to masturbate his cockshaft until suddenly his began shooting a huge load of his jism directly into my mouth. I wasn't ready for it that time and choked a couple of times before I managed to swallow some of down, the rest of it trickled out of the corners of my mouth and puddle on the sheet.
When he finished cuming he pushed my face down into the puddle of overflow and directed me to lick it all up, warning me that if I waste his jism in the future I will be punished.
Leaving my hands chained behind me he pulled me up beside him and we both drifted off to sleep. From that day to this I have very seldom been allowed to spend the night without being tied or chained up in some manner.
The next morning I had to eat my breakfast cereal from a bowl on the floor like a dog and then before he left for work [Master worked outside the house three days a week] Master attached a chain to my ankle and a pipe in the bathroom. I could reach the toilet and a small pad he left on the floor but that was about all. My hands were still chained behind me and it was becoming very uncomfortable. When I said something about it I was told that every time I complained it would add time to how long I would be chained up. I didn't ask any more questions, as I didn't want to extend the time any longer than I already had.
When Master came home that night he did release my hands for a little while and even allowed me to eat my dinner at the table like I had always done in the past; however, after I cleaned up the kitchen he chained me back up. Again that night I worked on his cock and took his load of cum into my mouth -- this time I managed to swallow all of it -- and this made he very happy.
After a couple of weeks of this he brought home a small rubber dildoe and while I was taking his erection he worked this artificial cock into my asshole. At first it hurt like hell, only I couldn't really cry out about it as my mouth was overfull of his cock, and then after he worked it around a bit it began to feel sort of sexy and I even began to back up against his hand when he started to pull it out.
"You like that," he said as he wiggled the rubber cock around in my tightly stretched asshole, "that's good as I have several more of them, each a bit larger until you are ready to take my cock back there."
The thought of that scared me a little, if I could barely take his erection in my mouth; how was I going to be able to take it in my rectum? Still, at the same time it did turn me on a bit and I was anxious for his first attempt.
Every day was much the same until finally came the day when he decided that I was ready to be properly fucked by his real cock. First I was given two enemas to clean me out completely, then he bent me over a specially built wooden sawhorse he had constructed with a padded top bar. I was bent over the padded sawhorse and my wrists and ankles were secured to the legs. The sawhorse had been placed up on a short table so that my asshole was at exactly the same level as my Master's erection.
Now he worked some lubricant into my anxious asshole. His finger felt good, I had grown accustomed to having something up there much of the time as he had taken to leaving a small butt-plug inside me for longer and longer periods of time.
Next he worked a second and then a third finger into my hole, working more and more of the lubricant. At last he removed his fingers and my asshole felt empty only then I felt the huge mushroom-shaped head of his erect cock pressing against the tightly clenched opening to my love canal. I was scared and it hurt a bit as he pressed harder and harder again my. My sphincter automatically tightened against the invader but it did no good -- the lubricant allowed the massive cockhead to slowly force its' way inside, pushing aside my guts as he buried the rigid shaft inside me. Periodically he would stop and pull back a little bit and then he would press forward all the harder, shoving more and more of himself inside me. It felt like he was going to split me in half with that massive tool and I shouted with the pain, begging him to pull out before he killed me.
He laughed and said that he would gag me if I didn't shut up. The thought of a gag in my mouth at the same time he was ripping me apart was not a pleasant one and I did my best to hold back my screams as he continued his slow penetration of asshole. At last I felt his thighs as they came in contact with my ass cheeks as his ample pubic bush now pressed against my ass. He was inside, buried to the hilt. It hurt like hell and at the same time felt so good I never wanted him to withdraw.
After holding himself completely inside me for what seemed like hours but actually couldn't have been more than a few seconds he started pulling back until only that massive cockhead was still buried in my well-stretched rectum. Now he began pressing forward again, this time a bit faster until once again he was completely buried inside me. Now he began a rhythmic fucking, pulling almost all the way out and then plowing back in until he had established a rhythm that seemed to take over my entire being.
Then I felt his entire body begin to shake as he plowed himself deeper than ever into my helpless body. When he had buried himself as deeply as he could he just held himself there and I felt him shoot load after load of his hot creamy cum deep into my bowels, shooting load after load until I was sure that I couldn't hold any more. Finally he just stood there, sort of draped over my helpless body as his massive erection began to soften a bit while still remaining inside my now cum-fill asshole. Now I felt something new, for now he began to pour his piss into my ravaged asshole, emptying his bladder to combine with the hot man juices that were already there.
It was only after he had drained his bladder that he finished withdrawing himself from me. Now he warned me that if I allowed even a single drop of the combined piss/cum cocktail to escape from my asshole I would expect to be drinking all of it. I clenched my sphincter tighter than I had ever done before and waited for him to release me from my bonds so that I could hurry off to the toilet, only he didn't seem to be in any hurry to release me.
"Please Sir, I need to go to the toilet, I can't hold it much longer," I begged as he stood behind me rubbing his now flaccid cock up and down on my ass, tickling the rosebud of my asshole. Only when I truly felt that I couldn't hold it any longer did he pick me up, still tied to the sawhorse and carry me into the bathroom, placing me in the bathtub.
"Okay slave, you can let go now," he said.
He didn't have to tell me twice, I released my sphincter a little and the now evil smelling fluids shot from my abused rectum and collected in the bottom of the bathtub. Once I was empty he ran two more full enema bags through my guts before he was satisfied that my insides were clean, only I was still in the bathtub and since he had closed the drain my head was only a couple of inches away from the foul smelling waste water.
Turning on the shower he played the water over my helpless body, paying particular attention to my ravished asshole. Slowly the putrid waters climbed up until I couldn't keep the top of my head out of the water even when I bent my neck back as much as I could the way I was positioned. Finally he turned off the water and opened the drain. Then he released me from the sawhorse, allowing me to stand and work some of the kinks out of my body from having been held in that position for as long as I had.
"Okay, take a shower boy only remember, you're a slave, from now on you will only use cold water, no reason to waste hot water on a slave."
I was so happy to be able to clean myself that I didn't mind the cold water at all and after a period of time I grew accustomed to the cold showers.
For the next six months I worked on sucking his cock and then he would fuck me every night. Every day that he went to work he left me chained to the bathroom pipe.
I had been dozing on my pad when I heard Master's car pull into the driveway, quickly I sat up and waited for him just as I would have if I had been a dog. I had found that if I did things like that he was happy and far less likely to punish me just for the fun of it.
When he opened the front door I heard him talking with someone else -- this wouldn't be the first time he had brought someone home with him, generally he would just show me off for a little while and sometimes I would have to suck his friend off; however, this time his friend brought another boy with him.
Master brought me out into the living room just as the stranger had finished removing the last bit of clothing from his slave boy. I could tell he was a slave by the collar around his neck and the gag that was tightly fitted into his mouth.
"Show my friend how you have been trained to greet another Master," Master said to me.
I dropped to my knees and approached the stranger, keeping my eyes down I said, "Please Sir, may I place my humble being at your disposal?"
The stranger took hold of my head, pulling my face upward while he ran his thumbs over my lips and stuck them into my mouth, running them over my teeth. "You haven't pulled his teeth I see, has he learned how to properly keep them off your cock when he is servicing you?"
"It hasn't been a problem so far, I told him that I would pull them myself using a pair of pliers if he wasn't careful, and I will too. Besides, most of them are still his baby teeth so they are going to come out on their own accord. After he had grown his permanent teeth I'll look into having them removed if they become a problem. Does your boy have any teeth?"
"Just a set of dentures that I allow him to use if I give him something to eat that requires chewing -- much of the time he just gets baby food, it is easier." Turning to me he said, "My boy needs to piss, take his nut-sac in your mouth and lead him into the bathroom."
I'd never done anything like that before, taking his nut-sac into my mouth was easy, but crawling backward into the bathroom proved to be a lot more difficult. Also it was somewhat hard to keep my hold on his nut-sac as I didn't feel anything inside it. When we got into the bathroom my Master released my hands and told me to direct his cock so that his piss stream all flowed into the toilet, otherwise I would be licking up anything that splashed onto the floor. The other slave stood there silently and then released his bladder when I had his cock properly aimed. He held his hands at his sides and didn't make any noise as he peed what appeared to be a gallon of piss.
"He certainly is fairly well trained," my Master said.
"Yes, except for occasionally talking without permission, that's why I keep him gagged most of the time."
When the slave boy finished peeing his Master turned him around so that he faced my Master and said, "You'll notice how he still looks like a very little boy in most ways, you'd never know that he is almost 17. All I did to keep him this way was to remove his nuts as soon as they dropped -- that also tends to make him far more docile and I don't have to worry about him cuming as there is no way for him to produce jism." He smiled and started rubbing the boys now erect cock. "He could still have an orgasm, but dry orgasms are almost as much agony as they are ecstasy." He laughed.
"I'm not sure I want to geld Corky, at least not if I don't have to, but it is nice to know that the results can be so positive."
I wasn't sure just what geld meant back then, but I was quite sure that I didn't want it to happen to me.
We were both led back into the living room and my hands were once again cuffed behind my back.
One evening when he returned from work he announced that we were going to move. By now I knew better than to ask any questions, I just did as he told me to help him pack the things that we were taking with us. In the morning he put everything in the back of his van and then threw me a serape much like the one I wear around here and told me to put it on. It was the first clothing of any kind I remember wearing and it was the only clothing I have ever worn since then.
He sat me in a seat in the back and pulled a seatbelt around my body, holding the serape tight against my body so that if anyone were to just glance into the van they wouldn't realize that I was naked under it. For the next several years we moved in much the same fashion about every six months. Sometimes he would bring other guys home with him and I would be required to service them sexually in the same manner I served him. By the time I was ten I had no problem taking his entire cock in my throat as well as my asshole. Some of the guys he brought home were a lot larger than he was, but I managed to take all of them as well. Whenever he left, even for a minute, I was left chained to a pipe in the bathroom. The first time he found evidence that I had been playing with myself in violation of his instructions he started cuffing my hands behind me whenever he was gone.
Things stayed the same until we moved here -- this was the first place we had ever lived where he allowed me to go outside of our rooms. I was allowed to roam the courtyard from time to time, but only when I was in bondage and a chastity belt that prevented me from doing anything sexual except for sucking cock.
Things remained like this until the day that he didn't return from work. I didn't know what to do -- I knew that I wouldn't be able to pay the rent on a room here. This had been the very first time that he had left me alone and not in any form of bondage -- it felt a bit odd not to be tied up. When he didn't come home that night I just went to bed expecting that he would return by morning. When he wasn't there in the morning I went up to see Mr. Snake and ask him if he knew where my Master was.
Snake asked me a whole lot of questions and then we returned to our room where we found that he had taken all of his clothes leaving just the bondage toys, dildoes and serape that I sometimes wore. I was allowed to stay in the room for the few days that were left on the paid rent and then we worked out the deal that I'm still living with now.
Corky told me about a few of the guests in the Snake Pit who offered to take him away as their personal slave, only he wanted to stay here at first just in case his Master/father returned for him. And now days he is just very comfortable with how he is living and doesn't want to change anything. I thought that it would work for a few more years, but eventually he would grow older, only I didn't mention it, no sense putting a downer on him right at the moment.
At this point I took him off to my bed, a place where he would always be welcome and we both went to sleep.