My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age.
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As I kneeled in the cage -- men checking us out, groping us, and discussing all the disgusting but oh so sexy things they could do to us -- I wasn't sure what was hurting more: the fact that I disappointed the silver daddy and did not earn his load, or my ass? The boy who beat me to his load has a smug smirk on his face as a couple of men tell both of us to turn around and show off our glowing red asses. They note how the welts on his ass are more pronounced and that there are more of them. I want to tell them that I can do better that I'll take more next time but nobody asked me so I stay quiet.
A significantly overweight older guy takes the boy who I now think of as my rival -- although I ate cum out of his ass earlier this night -- with him. And, all I can think is: 'I hope you suffer, bitch!' I don't exactly know why he makes me so jealous. In the end, it's nobody's fault but my own that I couldn't take more but he was a constant reminder that I failed a master and therefore I was glad he was away from my presence for now.
Eventually, though, I will have to learn that there will always be boys out there who can take more, who are more deprived, and have fewer limits than me. This should not be a source of jealousy. Otherwise, I will never be able to enjoy this new lifestyle to the fullest; rather, it should be a cause for me to want to do better, to want to push my boundaries and become more depraved and perverted.
CENTRE OF ATTENTION
The late night rush is now in full swing and boys are getting groped, inspected, and led to separate rooms all around me. A leather-clad young man puts his hand through the bars and lifts my head. I look up at him and see his beautiful face -- almost too cute and pretty to be dominant. (I know it's a silly stereotype but I somehow think of men who look a little rough as inherently more dominant.) He smiles as he looks into my eyes and compliments my features. It's the first time tonight that somebody comments on my face rather than my body or sexual skills and it makes me blush. For a moment, it just seems bizarre that this is what makes me blush, rather than lewd comments about wanting to tear my boy pussy apart or making me drink their piss. Then I realize that this is just a sign of how much this setting and being a sex toy for strangers has already become second nature to me.
He blindfolds me and says that I'm just what he's looking for. He attaches a leash and leads me to... who knows where. All I know is that it's a long crawl there on all fours and that I'm struggling to keep up with him. When I enter the room, I can immediately hear that there is quite the crowd. He says 'Our entertainment is here' and I hear men commenting positively on his choice -- that is me. I have no idea what's about to happen to me but I know I will be busy; there must be several dozen men here. Though I'm by now quite used to being used by multiple strangers, I have yet to be used by this many at the same time. When I think about all the things a group like this could do to me, I am afraid. Once again, I find myself wondering whether I've taken on more than I can handle -- I wonder why I'm even here.
Sensing my hesitation, he leans in and whispers: "Don't worry, you'll love this." These words remind me of the fact that I've been afraid of what was to come several times before, and ended up loving it each and every time. With renewed confidence, I nod and smile. "Good boy," he says as he and somebody else grab my wrists and roughly pull me to my feet. As they string me up spread eagle with my arms tied to the ceiling and my legs spread wide the crowd comments on my body that they can now admire in all its glory. Some men immediately notice that I've already taken a good thrashing. Hearing them say that I must be able to take a good bit of pain makes me feel vindicated -- maybe I didn't take the most but it was still a good performance, I remind myself.
I hear a mechanical winch and the chains on my arms start to lift. I feel stretched and my feet are lifted off the floor. Now I am strung up and vulnerable, hanging from my wrists. Spread out, naked, unable to shield any part of my body, and surrounded by dozens of men who I can hear, who can see me, but I cannot see them. I feel so vulnerable and exposed.
The man who brought me here then pronounces: "Gentlemen, our toy is ready!"
I have no idea what this means. What is this gang going to do with me? I sense the crowd just closing in on me, I am surrounded by a dense throng of horny men who can do whatever they want to me, who see me as nothing but a toy, and I painfully strain in my cock cage.
I feel hands groping me all over. They pinch my nipples, probe my ass and mouth -- I cannot tell whether the same hands move from my ass to my mouth -- slap my balls and locked dick. Mouths place kisses on my body, others bite and suck -- surely, they are leaving marks. I am sure the bites must hurt but the sensations are so overwhelming that I can barely isolate and identify any one sensation. I have been getting groped and probed in the dog cage all night but this is entirely different. I cannot even count the number of hands and mouths on my body the sensations are overwhelming.
Somehow, I feel like this would be less overwhelming if I could see the men -- if I could see the bites and hands coming. Without seeing what's happening, it almost feels like being caught up in an inextricable web of hands and mouth -- just hands and mouths. It is a sexy fantasy of being overwhelmed like this but I never thought I would be able to experience such overwhelming sensations in real life.
I try to count the hands and the mouths I feel -- like in order not to lose my mind and not to break down into a pool of pure, uncontrolled lust, I need to get a handle of how many men are using me -- but every time I briefly manage to concentrate on distinct hand and mouths to be able to count them, somebody does something new and unexpected to me to once again sweep me up in a wave of pure lust and testosterone: one bites one of my nipples hard (I wonder whether it bleeds I feel like it must), another starts tickling my feet... Every time, I lose control, I can only pull on my restraints not to get away but it is the only reaction to the overload of sexual stimuli that is left available.
I feel like I am constantly being swept away in a sea of sensations and sexual stimuli, none of which I can control or even really react to. I feel vulnerable, powerless, used, objectified, overwhelmed, and absolutely insanely horny.
It was the tickling that really made me lose all control. Once one man started to tickle one of my feet and the others noticed how ticklish I really am, many more followed. Hands and feathers were tickling me all over. I scream, I beg for mercy, I pull on the restraints, I am left breathless. I am so overwhelmed, so desperate for this to end yet so happy this is happening and hoping that it will never end. I know in retrospect that this makes no sense but I had no ability to think clearly at that time. All there was were physical stimuli -- it was like my brain was overwhelmed and all capacity to think clearly had left me.
