A Furry's Corner

I was in daddy's basement again, this time with three other boys. Like over the whole weekend. Despite it was only a room in a basement, we had fun together. Not that we fucked each others or such, we had chastity cages. But it was fun nonetheless.

With time, even the shame went by that you first felt when a guy came in and took you to the small next room to force your legs open.

The room were it happened was small, contsining not more than a table and two pairs of shackles. One pair that lets you stand and one pair above the table so they can lay you down. The ones that let you stand were used when they wanted to take their time whipping you, for example. The feared ones. The other pair was for the quick ones, that just wanted to lay you down and force their cum into you.

There was also a little bowl of condoms in a corner, more an alibi than an actually useful thing.

From the slave storage, you couldn't see what was done in the little room, but you could hear everything. There was no privacy. Not for us, at least. The masters had masks.

Where we first were ashamed everytime a guy came back from The Room, with his butthole dripping from cum, laying down alone in a corner, we soon began to comfort each others. Remembering us that we served our beloved daddy and that he'd be proud.