My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age.
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It felt like it had been weeks since I had served at the boy zoo, but in reality it had been days. I chatted with my friend who had introduced me to the place. Like me, he just had to go back as soon as possible. However, he had to leave town so he wouldn't be able to go for a while.
Being in chastity was just driving me crazy. I was working my way through grindr and scruff at a frantic pace--I was seeing all kinds of men and when they saw that my dick was locked away, some mocked me, some thought it weird and left, and some fucked me even more aggressively than they normally would. Yet, it just wasn't the same. These men didn't give me the same thrill and sense of powerlessness that serving at the boy zoo did. It was clear, I needed to go back as soon as possible.
THE SECOND NIGHT
I presented myself for processing a few days later. The staff smiled and said: "You couldn't wait to come back, could you?" I said they were right, "I have a feeling you'll see me here regularly."
After the usual prep -- cleaning, shaving, collaring... -- I was asked whether I had a preference for which room to serve in: rubber gimps, piss play, school boy fetish, the bondage room, there were so many options! I said I didn't, though I preferred to be somewhere else than where I was last time. I wanted to explore the seemingly endless possibilities of this place as much as possible.
"Are you sure anything is fine? Because, we always need more boys for the torture room. Do you think you can handle that?"
I wasn't confident that I would be able to handle it but I wanted to try. I realized that I wasn't sure about any of the things I was made to do the last time around, yet I loved all of it. With some fear, I said I was excited to try the torture room.
That was when one of the staff chipped in and said that there was actually a request for me to serve as what they referred to as an escort. They explained that an escort was something they didn't do often but masters are allowed to request that a specific boy stays with them -- escorts them -- from room to room. It would be a perfect way for me to explore everything that this place had to offer, and I was somewhat relieved to escape the torture room for now. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder who would have requested me specifically.
I was told that I would find out in due time but that for now I would need to be made presentable. Apparently, whoever had requested me had specific demands for how I would be presented. I was fitted with a tight leather corset and fishnet stocking; I was handed a large, metal butt plug with a jewel at the end of it, and ordered to put it in. Next, there was a short latex skirt that barely covered my plugged asshole and cage, and an open mouth gag. Lastly, I was given a leash to attach to my collar.
I wasn't quite sure how to feel about this outfit. I did feel sexy but it also felt somewhat degrading. Though it clearly wasn't full feminization, with the corset, stockings, and the extremely short skirt, there clearly was an element of feminization to this outfit -- something I had never experimented with before. I generally felt quite comfortable with my masculinity but being 'dolled up' like this somehow felt exciting. I felt both degraded and wanted. It was a wonderful combination.
Once ready for the master who had requested me, I was brought to the reception room for masters. It was a large, comfortable room, luxuriously appointed with naked boys serving drinks and snacks to the arriving masters before they go to the play rooms. Of course, if the masters already want to grab some boy ass, they are more than welcome to do so but that is not the main purpose of this reception room. I was told to kneel near the entrance, so that every master coming in would get a good look at me, and a tag was attached to my collar, saying that I had been claimed. I could not read the tag myself, though, so I had no way of knowing who had claimed me. My wrists were cuffed to the back of my collar, so that I would be forced into a 'ready for inspection' position, on my knees and with my hands behind my head.
Masters complimented me as they walked in and talked about the things they would do to me if I were to escort them for a day -- all of course in third person as if I wasn't even there. None of the men, however, touched or fondled me, presumably out of respect for the master who claimed me for the night -- after all, I am his property for the night and I assume that for anyone to use me, they would have have his permission.
I did recognize some of the men who came by and who fondled and probed the slave boys serving drinks before they went out there to play. Many more recognized me -- of course, I was blindfolded for large parts of the first night and there would have been many men who had seen me while I did not see them. Still, I was flattered that they seemed to recognize me despite the sheer wealth of boy pussy available to them here.
Two men I did recognize were the latin-black couple who used me and the boy I shared the puppy cage with and had me eat the latin man's cum out of the other boy's pussy. They smiled at me and walked up to me. They were both clad in leather. The short, muscular latin man petted me, as the young black man probed my open-mouth gag. I tried to suck his fingers as well I could by pushing my tongue up. He asked me whether I was ready for a long night of fun with them.
I couldn't believe my luck. All night, I was to be the toy of not one but two beautiful and kinky men, who already helped me so much in discovering my submissive and kinky side last time. I looked up with begging eyes. I could not speak because of the gag but I eagerly nodded.
