Roiyaru - Dog Cages<br/><br/>The various sounds, and scents...those that could have freed me from my cage faded, as the people behind them...all women, selected the various dogs that appealed to them, and took them out...., and I was left alone to my own gnawing torture.  I rolled restlessly on to my back, and wriggled against my bedding.  I could satisfy myself...it would last for a few minutes.  I could have momentary respite from the burning pain in my balls, the unquenchable desire that consumed my days and nights.  For a brief moment.  Doing so now, during the day, while the eyes of the trainers were on me, was not a good idea.  I'd been introduced to the spiked collar once, and had been forced to suffer it for an entire week.  That was all it took.  I was a bloody mess when they finally took that thing off.  I wasn't going to risk that again.<br/><br/>I glanced at my food bowl.  There was some kibble left.  A dry, crunchy, and flavorless 'food', but it might give me something to do to keep my mind off my cock.  Speaking of which, it ached, and throbbed, and wept, even poised above my abdomen, touching nothing.  If there was a hell, I could give Satan tips.  He had nothing on this...place, I supposed.  Wherever it was, though probably, almost certainly in Europe.  Somewhere.<br/><br/>I let my legs fall open, and squirmed against my bed, and closed my eyes.  Sleep, if I could find it, would offer some escape.