My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age.
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I have no idea how long it was before the next man came to play with me. Smelling and tasting the jock's socks sapped all my mental energy I could not think about anything else than his feet and his smells. I had no idea whether he had left five minutes ago or five hours. Sure, a few men had come by in the meanwhile. They played with my pussy, spanked my ass, and twisted my nipples, but I barely noticed it -- everything was just a blur. My senses and my consciousness were completely taken over by a pair of very dirty and stinky socks. I vaguely understood that things were getting busier again but as long as I was gagged like this, I could barely pay attention to any of the new men gathering around our cages.
That was until one man took the initiative of undoing the gag. Suddenly, I was brought back to the reality of being a puppy in a boy zoo. I realized there were four or five men looking me over and that the puppy I shared my cage with had been taken away, probably to be used in one of the play rooms. Clearly, the mid-evening lull is over. I look up at the man who had broken my spell. He was an older man white hair but in good shape; a bit of a silver fox, really. He smiled and said: "Welcome back to reality, boy! These stinky socks clearly had you in a trance. Don't worry, we don't have to get rid of them, but for now I want you to focus on me."
A bit shocked to have been called on the fact that I was not paying attention to the men as I was supposed to, I hurried to assure him that I'd be paying full attention now.
- "It'd be a shame to let the flavours and aromas of these wonderfully smelly socks go to waste, though. Here, let me soak them into your water bowl so that all the water you'll drink will be nicely feet flavoured."
- "Thank you, Sir. That is very thoughtful of you."
CLASSROOM DISCIPLINE
He played with me for a while as some of the other men turn their attention to some of the other boys or go see what's going on in the other display rooms. I kneeled in front of him with my nose buried in his bulge, as he pinches my sore nipples. He asks me whether I've been a bad boy tonight. I know that I cannot but answer in the affirmative. I have not been paying these men the attention they deserved.
- "Yes, Sir. I've been a bad boy."
Saying these words both excites me -- surely, I'll get punished by this daddy -- and scares me -- I have a feeling that the punishment may not simply be a few smacks on my bare ass.
- "Do you need to be put in your place, boy?"
I smile and look up at him: "Yes, Sir! Show me where I belong."
He tells me to kneel with my back against the bars. He cuffs my hands behind my back and then cuffs my ankles. The chain between the ankle cuffs is barely a foot long. Next, he orders my to put my face against the floor and push my pussy up, as he shoves a large butt plug up my asshole. I wince as he pushes the thickest part past my sphincter. He ignores my discomfort and pushes on.
He opens the cage and I crawl out. I kneel next to him and he grabs me by my ear. He painfully pulls me to my feet and starts dragging me by my ear to another part of the building. He walks fast and I struggle to keep up he has to pull me forward by my ear. The short chain and the big butt plug make keeping up with him difficult. I cannot help but feel like I look ridiculous, as seems to be confirmed by the smirks, catcalling, and lewd comments of masters and guests we pass in the hallway.
Somehow this treatment makes me feel much more embarrassed than any of the other humiliations I have already suffered tonight. Is it because he's a distinguished-looking older man? Is it because this is the kind of treatment that naughty little boys deserve? Being seen as a submissive pervert affected me less than being seen as a naughty little boy.
By the time he opens a door that reads 'classroom' and leads me in, my face is completely red from blushing. He sits me down on one of the simple wooden chairs, which drills the big butt plug deep and painfully into my ass, and grabs my red face, turning it up towards him.
- "Awww, is the little boy embarrassed?"
Being treated like a little, naughty boy brings out the brat in me. I don't answer him in defiance. He smirks and say, "Oh, you want to play the role of the defiant brat, do you? That's OK. I like that too."
He turns my face to the far wall and I see a naked boy with a glowing red ass, kneeling in a corner on uncooked rice and with his hands behind his head. I recognize the ass as the one that I ate a Latin load out of earlier that night -- my cage mate.
- "He thought it would be fun to play a brat as well. Look at him now."
Of course, the man knows all too well that he just issued me a challenge: let's see whether I can be a brattier and more defiant brat than him. As he undoes the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, he asks me: "So, are you going to be a brat or are you going to be a good boy and beg me to suck my cock?"
- "Whatever, old man! I'll never beg you. I bet you you cannot even get it up anyway."
I wondered whether I had taken it too far. He slaps me hard across the face and I almost fall off the chair; just as I manage to steady myself, he slapped my other cheek. It takes me a few seconds to find my composure.
- "So, that's how you want to play it, don't you? Fine. Prepare to suffer until you're in tears and begging me to stop -- you know, like that little bitch over there."
I know I've taken it exactly as far as I should have. I smile and say: "Do your worst, old man!"
He pulls me off the chair by my hair and puts me over his knee. I haven't been spanked like this since I was a child and while the open hand spanks stung, they were hardly something I couldn't deal with. He'd need a lot of patience if he's going to make me beg like this. After a few dozen slaps, however, the sting is starting to build up and accumulate. From a pleasant light tingle, the feeling is coming to increasingly resemble real pain. Before tonight I would probably have asked him to stop right here, but now I am going to outlast him -- now, I crave the pain instead of fearing it!
Surely, by now my ass must look glowing red, just like that of the boy in the corner. He notices that I am starting the struggle taking the pain and comments: "Not so defiant anymore now, are you boy?"
Not ready to throw in the towel, I respond: "Is that the best you can do?"
- "Oh no, boy. We're nowhere near that! In fact, why don't I kick it up a notch."
He orders me to stand with my hands against the wall and with my ass pushed out, presented for further punishment. He reaches into the drawer of the teacher's desk and pulls out a wooden paddle with holes in it.
- "Count each whack."
The first hit of the paddle hurts like hell. I scream and say "One, Sir!"
- "Oh no, boy. That one didn't count. That was barely a smack it was so soft. That was just to get warmed up. Here's the first real one."
He hits my with all his strength. The pain is excruciating. I need to catch my breath for a few seconds before I can count: "One, Sir!"
