As Rick headed out of the stall toward the exit, he stopped. Someone was blocking the exit.
"Aren't you forgetting to wash your hands?" Snake asked.
"Uh, hi Snake. Didn't forget, just on my way to wash up," Rick lied, as he changed course toward the sink nearest the exit. He lathered up his hands, and thoroughly rinsed. He hoped that Snake would remove himself from the doorway. He didn't.
"All washed up," Rick announced heading over to the paper towel dispenser.
Snake just smirked.
Rick looked expectantly at the door. Mayne someone would enter. Then he noticed the deadbolts were un the locked position.
"So, Snake, what's up?"
"Why aren't you naked, Dicky?" Snake asked with a glare.
"Oh, sorry, Master um didn't tell me that we er had an er s-s-session," Ricky stammered.
"It's not a scheduled session, cock sucker."
Snake took off his jacket and hung it over the towel dispenser. Ricky hurriedly stripped, folded his clothes and stacked them on the nearest sink.
"Hm?" Snake said crossing his arms and glaring at naked Rick's backside.
Rick just stood there trembling, awaiting instructions.
"Turn around, Dicky."
Rick spun around 360 degrees.
"Turn around and face me."
"Yes, sir."
Ricky slowly obeyed.
"Looks like Dicky's been a naughty boy. Your boss accessorized you with a cock cage," Snake said. His hot breath blasted in Rick's face. Rick had been looking down at the cage, and hadn't noticed Snake silently come right up to him.
Snake grabbed the cock cage and twisted sharply. Rick let out a yelp, dropped to his knees, and Snake's snake filled Rick's mouth effectively stifling his screaming sobs.
"Suck, Dickie, and do your best to make me happy, take your time. You need to think how you will answer my questions fully and truthfully, or else."