Joey’s story

Before the 'pup pen' there was a long deep corridor for both boy and trainer to walk down. Joey was getting more nervous, more scared, more paranoid as he walked further and further down the seemingly endless hallway. He desperately wanted to run back to his car, yet he made no attempt to do so. Shade barely acknowledged Joey existence as he effortlessly walked down the corridor. He had all the power and both of them knew it. 

"Do you know what we do?" Shade said, finally breaking the silence. Still refusing to look at Joey. "Do you know what happens to them after you give them to us?"

Joey alway tried his hardest not to think about, the after. But sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He knew they were put in cages, he knew they were forced to suck cock, and he knew they were eventually auctioned off. The thought alone made him feel as guilty as sin. 

"Ye-"

"No, boy. No, you don’t." Shade snapped back, seemingly annoyed that the boy had the audacity to claim he did. "Sure, you may know we train them to serve real men and that they’ll eventually be sold off to an owner, but I don’t think you realise what that truly means. You’ve essentially crushed them of their hopes and dreams. Now, they’ll never be a lawyer, or an accountant, or, hell, even a footballer...instead, now, the only thing they’ll know now is cock and cum..." now, Shade unexpectedly stoped, he now turned to face Joey with those deadly eyes that pierced through the boy’s very soul. "...all because of you, boy. You took away their lives, their freedom. You made them suffer. You caused them to suffer a fate far worse than death...you should be ashamed of yourself, boy."

In that moment all Joey wanted to do was collapse onto the floor and cry his heart out. He already knew what he was doing was wrong, that it was evil, but hearing it spoken aloud, by trainer Shade of all people, made him feel like nothing, made him feel empty...

"I’m...i-I-I-I’m sorry...I’m so sorry..."

.

All Shade offered the weeping boy was a confused, puzzled look before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Hahaha, relax, boy, I was just kidding. All boys are pups and all pups need to be trained. That’s just how the world works." And just like that, Shade resumed walking down the corridor. 

Somehow, Joey wasn’t the least bit comforted. He still felt wrong, he still felt bad, he still felt empty. Joey felt so many things, none of them good, but he had no time to process them...

"C’mon, boy, don’t keep me waiting." Shade shouted in his casual yet still intimidating tone. "The pen's not far now. Your gonna love it, boy, your see."

Yep. Joey wasn’t able to process what he was feeling. Instead he found himself blindly following Shade down the corridor, going deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.

In a sense, the ‘pup pen' was nothing like Joey had expected, yet at the same time it was everything he feared. 

The room was dark, long, and wide like a gloomy, oversized rectangle. It looked like a room out of a horror movie where something is bound to go horribly wrong. What was probably the most notable and the most disturbing feature of the room where the cages-the dog cages, stuck to the walls. All were empty, all were unlocked, all were patiently waiting for their next victim. 

"Pretty quiet in here, huh, boy?" Shade said while he walked past the cages like he had done a thousand times before. "Normally it’s pretty packed in here, but it seemed like everybody wanted a puppy this month...your efforts were greatly appreciated, boy..."

Joey tried his best to keep up with the man and ignore the reality of where he was, but he let a high pitched yelp once he realised what Shade wanted him to see...

"Hohoho. Feast your eyes, boy. This is what we do."

The cages were not all empty...

In the centre of the dark, long, wide rectangular room were 4 cages next to each other, and in each cage had a naked, shaved smooth, terrified looking boy locked inside. The only difference being only one of them was equipped with a jaw stretching spider gag.

When Shade walked to their cages and he gave them one of his sadistic smiles, each one looked at the man with pleading and begging eyes, apart from the one with the spider gag: he just looked at Shade with anger and defiance. However, when they looked at Joey, whose body was shivering and trembling as he forced himself to look at the caged boys, all four of them, even the gagged one, only offered confused and puzzled looks as if to say 'your not one of them so why are you here? Why are you out of your cage?' Joey added that last past because he knew it was a valid question.

"Listen, boy" Shade said and when. Joey turned to face him he was stunned. The man was now shirtless, his abs and muscles were in full view. But what completely paralysed and stunned Joey was the fact the man's leather crotch zip was unzipped and his hard throbbing, pulsating cock was in full view. "We really appreciate how hard you’ve been working. The boss and I talked it out, and we figured you deserve a reward."

"R-re-reward" Joey squeaked, those words made him shudder. He never met the boss, never even seen him around, but he knew trainer Shade all too well, same way he knew the word 'reward' could mean anything. Joey slowly turned his head, studied all the unlocked patiently waiting cages, and feared the worst. "N-no please...you don’t have to do this...please...don’t do this...please...p-pl-please..."

"Christ, boy, relax would ya?" Shade said, pulling Joey to his feet. "This is going to be good, boy. Trust me. First, remove your jeans, let see what your packing."

Bu-but..."

"Now, boy! Boss's orders" Shade snapped. 

Joey had no idea why this was happening, why Shade was doing this, why the boss wanted this, but he didn’t dare question it. He did exactly as ordered, his jeans slivered down his legs as did his pants, and even he was shocked when he spotted his semi erect boner, even the four caged boys looked at him in horror, there was even a muffled "mfffcckk mmmooo!!" from the gagged one. Joey never felt more ashamed of himself. 

"Hehe, I think you enjoy this line of work more than you let on, boy." Shade said with a snicker and a chuckle. "C'mon, choose a pup."

Shade had already parked himself in front of the gagged boy's cage, his cock was dangling inches away from the boy's vulnerable mouth.  It was obvious he expected  Joey to do the same. He looked at the three remaining naked, hairless boys in their small dog kennel cages, all looked at him with big wide eyes like they were mentally preparing themselves for what was to come. Joey realised he had to make a choice, so he seemingly picked one at random. So just like Shade, Joey was directly in front of one of the cages, with his semi erect cock wagging in front of the boy's face. 

"Excellent choice, boy, that pup will do you proud." Shane said, now pushing his cock past the gagged boy's exposed mouth, letting out a grunt of satisfaction. "Just stand right there and enjoy your reward..."

Joey was still terrified, he still feared the worst, it was only until he felt the caged boy’s soft lips, wrapped around his shaft that his worries began to vanish.

A blowjob. A blowjob was his reward for kidnapping boys, from a kidnapped boy. This is sick. This is vomit inducing. But why was it so damm good? Joey's cock was fully erect within seconds. He moved closer to the cage giving the boy more of his dick. He was loving this. Loving his reward.

Joey was almost positive that the boy must’ve done this before. He sucked cock like a professional, like a natural born cock sucker. Didn’t gag, didn’t choke, nothing. Only licked and lapped. However all it took was one quick glance at the boy sucking his cock, one look in those exhausted, defeated eyes for Joey to know that the boy was a 1000% straight, that sucking cock, being so skilled at it was something that he despised and tore him up inside, and that if he could he’d kill him in a heartbeat. All that from a single glance. Joey would’ve felt guilty. He should’ve felt guilty. But it felt. So. Damm. Good.

And when Joey couldn’t hold back, when his moans turned frantic, and his cock erupted a creamy, milky geyser. The caged boy swallowed Joey’s seed and cleaned his cock like his life depended on it. 

Even when Joey stepped away from the cage he was still out of it, his body subconsciously refusing to look at the boy, covered in his cum. Even when Joey turned to face Shade he failed to notice the piercing smirk. Nor did he notice the puddle of man-piss next to the grunting, panting, gagged boy. Joey was too out of it to notice. 

"Enjoy, boy?" Shade simply questioned.

"Yes, sir" Joey replied in a mellow tone as if he was coming down from a high.

"Good...good, boy...I’m glad..."

Joey was in harmony, he never felt better. For once, he had nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, that would be extremely short lived...

"Good...good, boy...I’m glad..."

Shade executed his next action in what felt like nanoseconds. In one fell swoop he gripped Joey's arms and swung them above his head. He reached for a pair of handcuffs in his leather pocket, cuffed Joey’s hands together, and attached them to a ceiling anchor. Poor Joey could never of saw it coming, could never have reacted quick enough...

"Sorry, boy. Had to be done." Shade calmly stated, though, the sickening smile on his face made it impossible to believe his apology was genuine. "Seems like the boss has taken a liking to ya. You got an appointment with him."

Joey was immediately bought back to this fucked up reality and he was terrified beyond words..."l-l-l-let me go...y-you can’t do this..." he no longer had access to his arms, his movement was very limited because of the cuffs. He was trapped. He wasn’t going nowhere, and when he yet again saw those empty, patiently waiting cages, along with Shade slowly and tauntingly stroking his meat, that’s when he lost all sense of control "heLPP!! HEEELLPPP!!! HEELLL-uuURrRgggH..."

"Shut the fuck up, boy" Shade spat after coldly slapping the boy. "Shut the fuck up and listen. You work for us, boy, remember? You do exactly what we say and you do it with a FUCKING smile. So if we want you to jump, you jump. If we want you to kneel, you kneel. And if we want you cuffed then guess what? Your fucking getting cuffed, do I make myself clear, boy?"

Joey was shocked. Speechless. He felt as small, and as insignificant, as a mouse. Shade scared him more than he ever thought possible. "Y-ye-yes, s-sir. S-so-sorry, sir" he managed to say in between his tears.

"Good. glad we understand each other." As shade approached the terrified Joey, he calmly removed the boy’s jeans and pants, ripped the shirt off the shaking boy’s body as if he had done this sort of thing a thousand times before. "Now here’s what’s gonna happen, boy. Me and my colleagues are gonna get to work, and your gonna keep your pretty little mouth shut, understand, boy? You gonna behave?"

"Y-yes, sir. I-I promise, sir."

And Joey did. He wouldn’t dare not. He wouldn’t do anything to anger the man. As promised he soon saw Shade's hardworking, devoted colleagues hard at work. Some of them just came it to talk to Shade. Some of them came in just to collect an empty cage. Some even came over just to point, laugh, and snicker at Joey’s humiliation. But to Joey's horror, some of them came in already holding cages containing whimpering, naked, smoothly shaved, defenceless, vulnerable boys. Joey couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what was happening in front of his eyes. But what made this whole situation ten times worse was that he could sense the eyes of the four caged boys, especially from the one that was made to suck his cock and clean his cum, watching him, studying him, judging him. Funny, all it took for Joey was one quick glance to know exactly what those eyes were saying...

You had this coming. 

You deserve this. 

This is where you belong.

And Joey full heartedly agreed with them...

And as promised Shade eventually returned, but he didn’t talk. Instead he wrapped his meaty, manly arms around Joey's neck and before he knew it Joey felt the unfamiliar sensation of a sedative needle being plunged into his neck. "Hush, boy. No use struggling. It not like it did these other boys any good...Just accept it, boy. Don’t panic...the boss has big plans for you...hehehe"

Joey felt his body growing weaker and weaker by the second. He couldn’t fight it...he couldn’t stop it. This was torture. This was hell. Feeling your strength and willpower being robbed from your body was insufferable...but then Joey realised: this is exactly what he done to others. Every boy he took, every victim he claimed, every life he robbed he was making them all suffer the same never ending nightmare.

As Joey felt the consciousness fleeing from his body, as the cuffs clicked and fell off, as his rag doll like body collapsed and fell on Shade's lap, as he felt the man's boner pressing into the back of his skull, feeling precum soaking into his hair he couldn’t get those words out of his mind...

You deserve this. 

This is where you belong. 

The same way he couldn’t stop himself from picturing those eyes from the caged boy who was made to suck his cock look down on him with great satisfaction as he fell into his drugged slumber.