Boy Zoo Story

My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age.

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The first few minutes back in the puppy cage were like a happy blur. I smiled behind my muzzle as I saw the man walk away after locking me back up. I take in the moment and realize that I cannot wait for the next man to use me, for the next man to push my boundaries and make me crave things that I would never have considered just a few hours ago.

It was still only early evening and, though I can leave anytime I want, I was now committed to staying here until there are no more guests to serve -- they say that's usually around 6-7am. A lot more happened in those remaining twelve-or-so hours, and much of it is now simply a horny and happy blur in my memory, a mixture of cum, dick, pain, piss, humiliation, and more. I lost track of how many dicks I took in which hole or how many loads of cum and piss I swallowed. There are still some memories, however, that stayed with me quite clearly.

VIGNETTE 1

As I watched some of the other boys getting attention from the guests, I cannot deny that I felt some jealousy. When a short and muscular Latin man put his long, half-hard dick through the bars for the boy I shared my cage with to smell, the boy showed great enthusiasm for him, digging his face right into the man's groin and taking deep breaths. The man reached in and took off the boy's muzzle. The boy, clearly more used to this environment than I was before tonight asked for permission to suck and received it. The man seemed to enjoy his blowjob but I couldn't help but feel like I could have done a better job -- I would have pushed my nose right up to his pubes. However, I know it is only up to the guests to decide who they'll get served by.

Meanwhile, a young black man reached into the cage and started to play with my nipples. He wasn't particularly rough but they were still very sore from the weighted clamps they had endured earlier. I moaned and he could see that my dick was straining in my cock cage. By now, the other boy had turned around and was face down, with his ass pushed up high against the bars of the cage. Adding some lube to the boy's saliva on his dick, the Latin man slowly pushed his mushroom head past the boy's sphincter. I heard him moan and the man said 'Oh, he's tight' under his breath. He fucked the boy deep but slowly with his long but not overly girthy dick using the boy's balls and locked junk to pull him closer against the bar.

The black man playing with my nipples, meanwhile, sucked his fingers to get them nice and wet. He ordered me to get in the same position as the other boy. Two fingers went in pretty easy. The third one hurt a little. He didn't add more fingers but instead started massaging my prostate. The two of us pressing our faces against the floor of the cage and pushing our boy pussies against the bars of a puppy cage to get used by complete strangers look at each other. He smiles and moans and I cannot help thinking about both how hot this whole scene is! I am definitely enjoying my prostate massage but I'm not particularly close to an anal orgasm. The Latin man using my cage-mate meanwhile is picking up his pace and his moaning intensifies.

The man pulls his fingers out of my boy pussy. I suddenly feel empty. He orders me to turn around again and takes off my muzzle. He presents his fingers for me to lick clean. I see no residue and I was cleaned just a few hours ago, yet the thought of licking fingers that were just in my ass still feels wrong. Seeing my hesitation, he asks "What's the matter, boy? Not into ass2mouth? I won't force you." He doesn't pull his fingers away, however. He leaves them there for me to ponder for a few seconds whether I want to try something new once again.

His voice and tone are surprisingly soft and sweet for the kind of man that I imagine comes here as a guest, which only makes me want to submit to him more -- something I'm sure he understands even better than I do. Emboldened by the knowledge that each time my boundaries were pushed tonight, I ended up loving it, I start sucking on his fingers. I don't know exactly how to describe the taste -- bitter with a little sweetness? -- but it was nowhere near as bad as I feared. Sucking with increasing enthusiasm I look up, into his eyes. He smiles and asks: "You like that, boy? You like sucking your own ass juices off my finger?! Yeah, you do, don't you? You're a filthy little puppy! No self-respecting boy would do such a thing, would they? You're just a dirty whore and you're loving it!"

He was absolutely right. Doing this made me feel so dirty and so much like a filthy whore it once again got me rock hard, or at least as hard as I could get with this chastity cage on. I felt degraded and humiliated, and it felt wonderful. This was a feeling I could quickly get addicted to. I nodded and smiled at him as I continued sucking on his fingers. I wasn't planning on stopping until he pulls his fingers away or orders me off. Meanwhile, the man fucking the boy next to me was groaning and flooding the boy's pussy. The boy looks so content -- a feeling a bottom boy like me knows all too well. I see the cum dripping from his pussy as the man pulls out. It was a big load.

"Keep your pussy up high but turn it toward you puppy brother here," the Latin man orders. The young black men then orders me to "eat my boyfriend's load out of that pussy, boy!" Neither of us boys seem surprised at the fact that these men turned out to be a couple. At this point, I didn't even care anymore that eating cum out of another boy's ass would have disgusted me earlier today -- I just want to show this wonderful couple what a good bitch I can be for them. There is a lot of cum to be sucked out from his now very tender (and, I'm sure sore) boy pussy, and I can only assume that he too was cleaned before he was put into this cage. I don't think I had ever eaten a boy's ass with so much enthusiasm.

They play with each other's dicks for a while and make out as I try my best to get every last drop of cum out of this moaning boy's pussy. Then they walk away without saying a word. After all, why wouldn't they. They don't owe us any thanks or other pleasantries. We're just here for their enjoyment -- objects for their lust. Not equals. Not partners or boyfriends. Just toys to use and leave behind when you get bored -- you don't say thank you to a dildo or flesh light. This simple act of walking away without saying a word or even acknowledging the things we've done for them put me yet deeper into a submissive mood it made me want to serve yet more men knowing that they don't owe me anything: no thanks, no acknowledgement, no pat on the head, nothing.

After I've finished eating him, my puppy-brother leans into me and whispers: "We're not supposed to but I just need to taste my pussy and his cum on you." He leans in and kisses me. He forces his tongue in my mouth and I'm unsure what to do. He just told me we're not supposed to I guess they frown here on the boys making out or playing with each other. As a kiss turns into making out, I cannot help but wonder what would happen if somebody were to walk in right now. Will we get punished? I hope they wouldn't ask us to leave! I want to push him off me -- I might enjoy a punishment but don't want to risk being thrown out! -- but I cannot. The knowledge that I'm doing something forbidden makes this only hotter.

We didn't get 'caught' but I cannot help thinking about what would have happened if we did. I learned that night that apart from a boy desperate to please men, there's also a brat deep down inside of me who likes to invite punishment and be put in his place. More about that later.

After those two men left, there was a bit of a lull in activity. There were fewer men coming by to check us out and inspect us, and those who did were less... shall we say thorough. As I would come to learn, this was the usual calm between the early evening crowd and the late-night rush. It was a good moment to catch our breath and process all the emotions of the most intense night of my life so far and, I'm at most a third through.

The other pups too seemed in a strange trance -- seeming in meditation. Everything had been so insanely hot. When I think about any of it, I painfully strain in my chastity cage. I have been pushed to do so many things that I never thought I would ever do, let alone enjoy and, I'm already addicted to all of them: piss, ass2mouth, felching, electro, CBT, and so much more. I cannot wait to find out what the rest of the night will bring and I already cannot wait to come back. I cannot wait to submit and to be ordered to do things that would normally disgust me. It's the degradation, the feeling of powerlessness, the objectification, the pleasure in pain, the not knowing what's next and not having a say -- it's all of it!

Yes, there were moments that I wondered what I've gotten myself into, but the moment I think about all that I've suffered through tonight and how much it made me feel alive and exhilarated, those doubts melt away immediately. In the beginning of the night, I was still somewhat bashful when men wanted to inspect, touch, grope, and pinch me. Now, I push my pussy up against the bars, so they can easily feel how tight I still am despite being a total slut and whore.

VIGNETTE 2

Not much happened during those few quiet hours, but there were still some hot moments. One came when a young jock dressed in workout gear told me to come up to the bars of the cage. His grey sweats perfectly showed off his thick but not so long semi-hard dick, and he knew all of us were staring at it. I was honoured to be the one he directed his attention to. He told me to kneel with my legs spread wide. My locked dick and balls dangled invitingly between my spread legs and he started to lightly kick them. He didn't put real power behind it and at first it was more scary than painful -- scary because I felt so vulnerable. Nothing was stopping him from suddenly kicking as hard as he could; I knew he could put me through excruciating pain any second if he wanted to.

It did start to hurt more as he continued tapping it. I don't know whether he was upping the impact little by little or whether it was merely the effect of the accumulation of little, soft taps. It also felt exciting, however. As my dick was securely locked away and I could not derive my regular pleasure from it; any feeling in my groin -- even pain -- was the closest I could get to pleasure. The constant stimulation even resulted in some precum dripping from my cage onto his otherwise sparkling clean sneaker.

He pulled away and put his foot on the floor of cage, through the bars, and points at the little puddle of precum: "Bad bitch boy! Look at what you've done!"

- "I am soooo sorry, Sir! May I please clean it for you?!"

- "You'd better, boy! Otherwise, I'll let you feel what a real hard kick in the balls feels like."

I immediately kneeled down and thoroughly licked every drop of my precum. He then lifted his foot and presented me with the sole of his shoe. I knew better than to hesitate and I dutifully licked to sole clean -- luckily, it didn't seem like he stepped in anything. He took a chair so he could put both of his feet through the bars.

He ordered me to take off his shoes and I neatly placed them at his side of the bars. The smell that came from his feet was almost overwhelming. His white socks were soaked in sweat and practically black from dirt. The smell was intoxicating. Could anything smell more manly, I wondered? Could there be any better proof of the complete and unconditional worship of a man's body than tasting every drop of smelly sweat from his feet sucking in between every toe?

I had never kissed a man's feet before but I was begging him for permission to do just that -- and, so much more. He told me I had to be patient for now, however. For now, I would just have to be happy with smelling it but not touching. I inched ever closer with my nose and he lifted his feet, so that his filthy soles were right in front of my face. I took it all in closed my eyes and took some of the deepest breaths I had ever taken. As my nose almost touched his soles, he slapped me with his feet -- not really a kick, but hard enough to put my in my place. He slapped me a few times with each foot slapping my face from one to the other and then took off his socks. He moved closer, so I would have unencumbered access to his feet, and gave me permission to worship them.

I started off with a respectful kiss on each foot but soon I was slobbering all over them. I got all the tastes -- salty sweat, the bitterness and sourness of several days old sweat and dirt. I took long wide licks all over his soles, dug my tongue in between each toe, kissed his toes and sucked each of them individually -- when I was done with them, his feet were cleaner than if he had cleaned them with soap. I must have spent at least half-an-hour doing nothing but thoroughly showing every square millimeter of his feet the respect it deserves.

As he eventually pulled back, he asked: "Aren't you happy that I wore the same socks to the gym all week?" "Yes, Sir!" was the obvious answer "I even got you a present!" He took fresh socks from his pocket and put those on. He told me to open wide and stuffed one of his dirty socks in there. The taste was everything I had just savoured, but even more intense. He took some bondage take and taped the sock gag in place. Next, he took the other filthy sock and tapes it over my nose, leaving just enough space untaped to allow me to breathe only through his dirty sock.

I tried to thank him but the words were incomprehensible. He smiled said: "No need to thank me, I know how grateful you are for my gift." As he patted me on the head, he said "Good boy," and walked away.

All I could taste, and all I could smell was his dirty feet. This was heaven!

TO BE CONTINUED