My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age.
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My friend had convinced me to give it a try. He would join me. We're both dick-hungry sluts and have been since we both met in our early twenties, though he's more vers than I am. It seemed like a fun idea. The place marketed itself as a boy-zoo. Bottom boys can sign up to present themselves in the cages. Tops, meanwhile, can browse the cages as they'd like, grope and inspect the boys, take any number of them into one of the play rooms made available to the guests, or even take them home.
The rules are simple: everyone has to be of legal age and is there strictly voluntary. This goes both for subs and for doms. The rules for taking a boy into one of the playrooms are equally simple: no questions asked as long as you return the boy in good working order and respect his safe word. Once chosen by a guest, the boy cannot refuse but boys are free to leave at any time -- in that sense they are there completely voluntary.
After signing up, we were prepped shaven, put into chastity, cleaned, collared, etc. Some boys ended up as puppies, others were left just completely naked, and yet others were turned into rubber gimps. My friend was led to another room and I ended up in the puppy room, sharing my cage with another boy, and the room with about half-a-dozen puppies.
The experience of offering myself up in the puppy cage was by far the most humiliating experience I had ever had. Complete strangers groped me, ordered me to turn around and present my boy pussy, probed my holes, etc. They discussed my body, my tightness, compared me favourably to some of the other boys yet unfavourably to some of the others.
It felt demeaning to be compared, groped, probed, and inspected like that. I was wondering why I had come here. Why let myself be humiliated like this while I could get all the dick that I want on grindr? Yet, when an older but, overweight man put his fat dick through the bars of the cage, I felt alive. I wanted to suck it but I was gagged. He told me to just smell it and asked me whether I liked it. The manly smell of his crotch -- not clean but not too rancid either -- got me super-excited. I've smelled similar smells so often yet never had it turned me on this much. Was it the feeling of objectification? I eagerly nodded -- I did want his dick, even though I would otherwise never be attracted to his body type.
He smiled as I looked up at him with lust in my eyes. He pointed out that ultimately whether I want it doesn't matter but that it's nice that I do. He took one of the leashes provided and clipped it onto my collar: "Let's go for a walk, boy."
I followed him on a leash and on all-fours to a play room. The room was equipped with everything you could ever think of for kink, BDSM, and fetish play. He took my gag off but warned me not to speak without being spoken to. He put me on my knees in stocks that seemed designed for face-fucking boys, yet instead of going ahead and fucking my face -- I would have been very happy getting my throat fucked by his thick cock -- he started to look though the overwhelming variety of toys and tools lined all along the walls.
He took some nipple clamps with weights on them. I wanted to object and point out that I am not really into pain, but I remembered that I agreed to let men do whatever they want to me as long as they don't do permanent damage -- of course, I have every right to change my mind but if I do I will be asked to leave. I decide that I want to know what he will do to me, how far he will take it, and how much I can take.
The clamps hurt -- they bite but it was bearable. Next, he took a leather parachute-looking thing to tie around my balls. I had seen them in porn before but never had any interest in trying it. I guess there's a first for everything. He fixes it around my balls, which in itself didn't really hurt, and then he pulled the chains down. That did hurt but it wasn't excruciating. He connected the chains to metal loops on the floor, just tight enough to make sure I feel it pull but not so tight that it's hurts too bad.
Next, he took a weird-looking metal but plug with some cables hanging from it. I figure that this is something I can deal with I'm all about the butt play and the plug is not too too big. I guess the cables mean that it vibrates or something. I realize it's not just a butt plug when he takes an electronic controller and plugs the cables in it. I realize I'm about to be introduced to electro play. The thought frightens me -- I had no idea what to expect. Will he start me off slowly, or go full speed straight away. Is it as painful as it sounds? To make things worse, he takes some extra cables and attaches them to my balls -- 'Please be gentle; don't fry my balls,' I think.
- "Have you ever played with electricity, boy?"
- "No, Sir."
These are the first words I say to him. I had not been ordered to call him that but somehow I felt like I might get punished if I didn't. Somehow, it also just felt right.
- "Don't worry, I won't go anywhere near full strength."
- "Thank you, Sir."
