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Legoshi after he's been captured and turned into property of the Shishigumi, who have put him on full display for everyone's use, particularly resentful herbivores eager to unleash their pent-up frustrations on the only carnivore slave within the black market's offerings.
[section= Legoshi; Herbivore Bait]
[b]Written by FestivalGrey[/b]
âUp and at âem, wolf. Itâs auction day today. Honestly, weâll be sorry to see you go⊠oi, wolf! Ainât you hearinâ me?! I said up!â
A rough paw smacked Legoshi underneath his chin, making the gagged and bound wolf moan awake. As his blurry eyes came into focus, he saw the cruel lion caretakersâthe shishigumiâstanding before him, all sneering.
Fuck, how had this happened?
When they saw he was awake, the lions tched and yanked at his leash, hauling him uncertainly to his feet. He tried not to focus on the humiliation of his status; on how the ring-gag forced his muzzle open, or how his hands were strained behind his back, bound in such a way as to be harmless. His cock flopped free, dangling and exposed, a shameful display that denied him pride and dignity.
Even now, after what had to have been a month as a captive to the shishigumi, Legoshi still felt humiliated at the way they ogled him, leering at him. Their searching eyes were almost as bad as the other indignities theyâd visited on him. It was as if he was an herbivore for them to eat; but the âmeatâ they partook of was different, and they âfeastedâ in a different way. Their attentions made Legoshi feel used and preyed on nonetheless.
While one lion lazily held his leash, the others chatted about the auction theyâd be hosting today. It was the biggest in at least a year, and would have a number of captive animals on display, though from snatches of conversation Legoshi gathered he was the only carnivore.
âYâhear that, wolf?â said the lion holding his leash. When Legoshi turned to glance at him, the beast effortlessly snapped the leash taut, forcing Legoshi to his knees to give himself some slack. An aggrieved whine ripped out of the wolf-boyâs muzzle. âAlready, plenty of buyers have expressed interest in you. Lots of herbivores live in fear of carnivores like us, yâknow. I bet theyâre looking forward to taking out those frustrationsâŠâ
Legoshi tried not to let the taunts get to him, but only succeeded in internalizing the dread and fear. After a month of mistreatment at these lionâs pawsâdaily humiliation, and worseâhe would finally be free of them. But âfreedomâ was a false promise in this case. Whoever bought him, whatever they had in store, he was sure that they would visit a new sort of cruelty on him.
He was so lost in thought that he neglected to hear the lionsâ commands to follow them to the bath, until they grunted and yanked his leash, all but hauling him after them. Dread filled himâthe shishigumiâs baths had been locations of some of their worst abuses of him; oh, how heâd ached that first nightâbut this time around it seemed they really did just intend to clean him. No point in selling grimy, scuffed-up product after all. They pampered and shampooed his fur, leaving him smelling vaguely of lilac. Then, with a heavy blow-dryer, they left his fur warm and fluffyâthe perfect product.
But they had something else to inflict on him too. As they led their toy out of the paths, Legoshiâs eyes widened; another shishigumi was there, holding a metal cage with a lock, sized and shaped perfectly for his cock.
A chastity cage.
âMmmmmnnnnfff! RRRNNNnnnnnffffff!â Legoshi muffled in protest, shaking his head side to side and trying to fight them as they led him over to their fellow. The lions just guffawed. âAh, little pet doesnât wanna be caged?â âWhy not? Itâs not like youâll ever get to control yourself againâŠâ âMaybe if heâs lucky, âis new ownerâll let him use his cock again.â
They ganged up on him, a multitude of powerful arms forcing him down onto the floor as they held him tight. He still tried to wriggle free, but one shishigumi forced his thighs apart as another pushed the cage on him.
The feeling was cold and alien, and he disliked the shackling, unpleasant sensation. The unwanted touch of his captors nevertheless provoked his body to arousal, but immediately the cage stopped him from growing. He whined as its snug confines left him unable to express or indulge in his arousal, and as the shishigumi clicked the padlock shut, he couldnât help but saw his hips back and forth, grinding his caged cock against the bare air in a fruitless, pathetic attempt to assuage the sensation. The lions just pointed and mocked him, hauling him up. âCâmon, wolf,â one sneered. âLetâs get you to auction, then. Itâs time.â
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The back-alley auction was held in a dingy old warehouse. It was crammed full of coarse, criminal types peddling wares of the flesh. Most of those on offer were herbivores, just like had been promised; rabbits, fowl, one or two cattle. They looked scared and miserable; some bore the inescapable look of sex slaves whoâd been used and abused, much as Legoshi himself had. Others had the haunted, fearful look of future livestockâsold to sate the taboo tastes of carnivores. Either way, desires of the flesh would be indulged.
Legoshi himself drew a number of eyes as he was paraded through the hall. Many of the onlookers were herbivores. He saw their cold eyes maneuver to follow him, and he knew that if they had their way, heâd be made to pay for the sins of his entire class. Carnivores frightened them, and theyâd use him as an excuse to bring those fears to heel.
The auctioneer wasnât a member of the shishigumi; rather he was a rabbit. A white rabbit. Older, far older, and male, but nevertheless, his appearance shocked Legoshi and made him ache for what heâd lost. Haru⊠oh, Haru⊠Iâm sorryâŠ
He would never see her or Louis againâthe ones he loved. Whatever had befallen them was likely at least as awful a fate as inflicted on Legoshi himself. He pitied them.
He pitied himself.
As the auctioneer droned on, Legoshi heard something that chilled his blood. Certain âproductsâ would be taken to back rooms for potential buyers to try out. According to the white rabbit, âthe handsome, muzzled wolfâ was one such product. He continued trying to fight the shishigumi as they led him to the room, but his muffled cries and the scuff of his paws against the warehouse floor merely drew attention to him. The gleaming eyes of dozens of angry herbivores followed him, and Legoshi saw their merciless fury.
The back room was cold and sparse, little more than a bare concrete cell. Suited lions were already there; they affixed his collar to a chain hooked in the floor and double-checked the cords binding his hands and the cage around his cock. Their touches spurred arousal to him once again, and he whined despite himself.
The last thing they did was to take the ring-gag and yank it even deeper in his muzzle, forcing his jaw open so wide that even a hefty, generous cock would fit snugly in without issue. The metal ring tickled unpleasantly against the back of his mouth, and his jaw ached from being forced so wide. Legoshi half-whimpered, half-moaned as they departed. One of the shishigumi, a coarse younger lion who was relatively new to the group, was left in charge of him. It was his duty, they said, to ensure that Legoshi was cleaned up between âclientsâ and that he wasnât treated too roughly. The lion looked unamused at being left in charge of such a job, but he couldnât argue as the others left him to it.
Though only a few minutes passed between the lionsâ exit and the entrance of his first âclientâ, it seemed to stretch on for eternity. Legoshi was alone with his thoughts and kept spiralingâthinking of lonesomeness, darkness, and failure.
The door opened and he glanced upâand choked.
The silhouette there was familiar. A male, antlered figure. A deer.
L-Louis?!
The herbivore stepped into the light of the room and Legoshiâs astonishment was dispelled. No, this wasnât Louis. He was older, slightly rougher around the edges; but he looked distressingly
like Legoshiâs old companion. He couldnât help but feel kinship with him. Louis could rescue him⊠Louis could helpâŠ
But this cold-hearted deer was not Louis. He muttered something to the lion, who stepped to the roomâs edge, and the deer pulled off his shirt and then unzipped his pants. A long, uncut cock flopped out, and he hefted it in one hand.
âYou carnivores and those mouths of yours,â he sneered. He pumped his cock slowly a few times, provoking it to a lengthy erection. âI bet all you want is to get my flesh inside that maw, isnât it?â
âNnnnn⊠nnnnnn!â Legoshi desperately shook his head, his eyes watering; this deer had to understand, they werenât all like that, Legoshi didnât eat people!
But he wasnât listening. âWell, youâre going to get my meat in your mouth.â The deer snickered, but it was humorless. He approached Legoshi and the stark light overhead haloed his antlers, the shadows falling across the poor wolf like a spiderâs web. âSo try and enjoy.â
âMmmmffffâmmmmffffffâg-glllrkk⊠hnnngggrrkkkâŠâ
Legoshiâs attempts at protest were immediately cut off as the deer shoved inside. The cervid had a long, powerful cock and strong musk that threatened to overwhelm Legoshiâs sense of smell. The wolf muffled and moaned against the feeling of cock plunging inside. It forced his tongue against the bottom of his mouth and grinded against the roof; he wheezed, fighting off his gag reflex, and inadvertently closed one eye.
The cold-hearted deer grunted, pulled back a moment, and shoved in even further. Now his cock was punching against the entrance to Legoshiâs throat, provoking a whine from the wolf and making him struggle to endure the sensation. The deer grunted again, gazing dispassionately down at the chained carnivore. âWhat, too good to throat me?â he demanded. He reached over
and put both hands around Legoshiâs ears, holding them so tight it made the wolf wince. âYou donât have a choice, pup!â
Iâm not trying to⊠Legoshi thought desperately. Please⊠mercyâŠ
Yanking on his ears like a pair of handlebars, the deer tugged Legoshi forward. The tip of his cock met the wolfâs throat and the throat gave way, spreading open and leaving him tight and snug around the cervidâs shaft. The deer sighed with relief, though his iron grip never let up. âYeeeesssss, thatâs right, good pup. Take it. Take it allâŠâ And, with fervor, he bucked in even harder.
âUllpâgllkkâmgggllhhhfââ Legoshiâs voice rose in inaudible, wet grunts as the deer coldly pillaged his throat. His eyes watered. It ached to have his throat spread so wide, and it was humiliating to think of this. He didnât want this. Not from this stranger. Not from himâŠ
âŠLouisâŠ
Yes, he⊠he could do this if it was Louis. Louis was his friend. Legoshi had nurtured a deep and rather intimate crush on him. Perhaps⊠perhaps he could close his eyes and pretend. Pretend it was Louis, and not⊠thisâŠ
Legoshiâs world turned dark as he shut his eyelids tight. The fur-tipped fingers holding his ears like a vise were Louisâs. Legoshi had fantasized about him being rough before, right? And the earthy musk that washed over him was Louisâs. It was just how heâd envisioned his friendâs scent. His natural deer aroma, but heavierâearthierâmore erotic. The ring-gag forcing him open was just a necessary precaution for safety, that was all.
This wasnât bad at all, was it? It was just Louis. And Legoshi could throat his friend.
Eyes still shut, Legoshi leaned into the delusion and allowed himself to relax. His throat stopped aching as it accepted Louisâs cock. In fact, he tried swallowing; gulping with regularity around
the member. His cock, too, reacted positivelyâtrying to swell with arousal only to meet the unyielding coolness of his chastity cage. Whining, Legoshi rubbed his loins back and forth against the floor, trying desperately to stimulate himself, and picked up his throating. The wet slap of esophagus against cock filled the chamber and made the deer heave a sigh.
âFuck, you like this, you weirdo? Youâre a proper pervert, huh. You enjoy being used by herbivores. Enjoy getting put in your placeâŠâ
The voice was wrong and the words too cruel, but Legoshi kept his eyes closed and focused on the similarity. This was his friend. It had to be. It had to beâŠ
The slam of a door yanked the wolf out of his reverie and he inadvertently opened his eyes, spoiling the illusion. More herbivore men poured in: a buffalo, a goat, a horse. They snorted with disdain at the sight. The goat snorted and pointed at the floor beneath Legoshi.
âOi, look lads. âE really does like this, eh? Thereâs juices cominâ outta that cage of âis!â
Knowing he shouldnât, Legoshi stole a glance downward. Most of his vision was occupied by deer cock but just out of the corner of his eyes, he could see they were right; sticky bits of precum were leaking out of his chastity cage, a sign of the arousal he wanted to feel. Heâd told himself it was his friend who he was servicing but vision had forced reality back onto him. He was being used by strangers, and he⊠he was dangerously close to cumming despite thatâŠ
âEyes on me, pup!â The deer yanked his ears forward and with a sharp whine, Legoshi throated the most cock he could yet, eyes rolling back into his head. He heaved for breath through his nose, and his throat worked desperately around the shaft in his mouth, stimulating the deer even further.
By now the other herbivores were also unzipping their pants. Animal cocks of a number of shapes flopped out, though each was impressive in its own right. The smell of musk and aroused males filled the room even sharper than before: steamy, earthy, masculine. The horse snorted.
âHey, deer, leave some for the rest of us, yeah? We signed up for a trial run same as you.â
âFuck off,â the deer spat, plunging into Legoshiâs throat once more. The wolfâs nose was mashed against the tawny fur of his lower stomach; it tickled his sensitive snout. âIâm not quitting âtil he gulps down every last drop.â
âNo need to squabble,â rumbled the buffalo. He was already pumping his formidable shaft back and forth. âHeâs not going anywhere, right? He can service us all in timeâŠâ
The horse and goat both snorted but didnât argue, and they also began pumping away, forming a loose ring in the room with Legoshi at the center. At the corner of the room, almost invisible, the lone shishigumi lurked in the shadows. A faint glow marked the darkness as he lit a cigarette, and the reek of smoke joined the heady smell of musk as Legoshi continued to be used.
The sound of flesh on flesh picked up as all of the herbivores waiting their turn continued to whack away. Legoshiâs gaze flitted desperately from animal to animal, wondering if there was any hope of them accepting him and showing him mercy. He thought heâd been used to rough treatment after a month with the shishigumi, but now that his auction and selling were ready, he would have no choice but to face factsâhis fantasies of escape were looking dimmer by the moment.
One of the animals, the horse, grunted. His shaft quivered and lengthened and then he shot a heavy load across Legoshiâs chest and shoulders.
The wolf tried to ignore the indignity he felt as he felt the cum seeping into his once-clean fur. Its sharp, salty tang wafted up, toying at his nose. He whined at the stimulation and glanced sideways at the lion who was supposed to be his caretaker; surely this counted as messing him up, and the ear gripping as rough treatment. The shishigumi would save him, right? But the lion just continued to smoke, paying no heed. If salvation was coming, it wouldnât be from him.
The other men whacking away all grunted, each apparently drawing closer as well. Some of the cocks were aimed dangerously close to his face.
Legoshi didnât want to imagine himself soaked in cum, panting needily like someoneâs bitch, but he couldnât help it. Whatâs worse was that the arousal of the situation still provoked his cock into hardness, which the chastity cage maddeningly refused to let him relieve. Against his better judgment he began humping the ground again.
The act amused his tormentors; they pointed sneered. âCanât even control himself, how typical.â âHow like a predator, a slave to base desires.â âYou think he wants us to use that little prick of his? Huh?â Legoshi tried to moan, but that just eased his throat to the degree where the deer was able to slam in even harder. His eyes widened and he glluked inarticulately. The deer panted and his cock throbbed; Legoshi felt hot spunk spraying down his throat. He gulped it as fast as he could, anything to get it over with.
The others were also ready. As the deer withdrew from his mouth, leaving Legoshi heaving for breath, tongue lolling and a few flecks of cum dripping off his long pink tongue, the buffalo stamped a foot on the chain connecting him to the floor. This caused it to snap tight, lurching Legoshi forward, and the buffalo snorted and pointed his cock right at Legoshiâs face. The wolf had just enough time to scrunch his eyes closed as cum painted his muzzle, sticking against his eyelids and ears. The goat grunted as well, and another warm splash settled on the wolfâs shoulder. He could feel the cum trailing through his fur, some spattering against the warehouse floor.
He hoped that this would have them leave him alone, but the horse was already whacking away again and quickly regaining his erection. Equine virility was no joke. The massive stallion sauntered over to Legoshi, hefting his cock. Legoshi followed it, wide-eyed. It was big⊠so bigâŠ
âPlllllzzzzz⊠nnnnnnnnmmmmrrrrâŠâ His desperate, muffled pleas just provoked an angry chuff from the equine, who stopped in place with his cock inches from Legoshiâs quivering maw.
âDonât listen to âim,â the shishigumi said from the corner. It was the first time heâd spoken since any of the âclientsâ had entered. He puffed at his cigarette; the ember was halfway down the white length. âThis oneâs a meat-eater, boys. Hunted herbivores like you for sport.â Angrily, the horse returned to Legoshi, fury in his eyes. Legoshi tried shaking his head. No, no that wasnât true!
âEehhhhzzzz⊠lllllllnnnnnggâŠâ
âGives folk like me a bad name,â the lion said. Legoshi realized it, now; he was at the bottom of the gangâs totem pole. He didnât like being set to watch merchandise in a stuffy room while the rest of the boys were having fun at auction. He couldnât take out his frustration on anyone⊠except his charge.
The lion side-eyed Legoshi with a complete lack of remorse. âSo donât hold back, fellas. Fuck him up.â
With an aggrieved roar, the stallion shoved forward, his massive shaft slamming into Legoshiâs mouth. Despite how far the ring-gag already spread him, the huge equine cock threatened to spread him even wider, forcing his jaw to part and making him ache. He bulled right up to Legoshiâs throat and though the wolf desperately tried to ease him in, relaxing his esophagus to make it easy on him, but the stallionâs flare bullied through, making the wolf gulp.
The deer had been one thing, but this massive horse was another entirely! His cock was massive and Legoshi could feel his esophagus bulging around it, the ache insistent and demanding, not giving him a momentâs mercy. Eyes watering, he whined and tried to gulp, to swallow, to do anything he could to get the stallion to finish sooner, but every whisper of movement threatened to overwhelm him. His body tensed at the violation and he felt weak from the strain.
âYou fucking freak!â the stallion roared. âYou like the taste of us? Huh?! DO YOU?!â
The lion smirked behind him and Legoshi despaired. He wasnât a meat-eater, the lion was lying⊠pleaseâŠ
âLittle monster like this deserves more,â the buffalo snorted. He trotted around Legoshi and with rough handling, yanked his legs apart. With one arm he hoisted his tail, revealing his puckered hole. Legoshiâs heart hammered. Both at once?! But they were so big⊠and so rough! No, he couldnât!
âNnnnnnnn! NNNNNNNNNNN!â
âIâm going to enjoy putting you in your place, meat-eater,â the buffalo said. He nudged forward and an aching burn resounded from Legoshiâs ass.
As he shoved in, Legoshi tried to howl in dismayâbut his mouth and throat were still stuffed with horsecock, so all he accomplished was a series of wet, pathetic gurgles that slapped through the air. The ache quickly frothed into a burning, unwanted pleasure that radiated out of him and nestled into his cock. The cage chafed and the arousal was unbearable.
Both hurling obscenities at him, the horse and the buffalo eagerly tag-teamed the wolf, slapping their hips up against his muzzle and ass and sending the sound of Legoshiâs debasement echoing off the concrete walls. The room reeked of salt and sweat and heavy musk, and Legoshiâs eyes wateredânot just from pain, but from indignity. Humiliation.
He closed his eyes again⊠Louis, think of LouisâŠ
âMffff⊠mmgglllpphhâŠâ
This was his friend he was having sex withâŠ
âGllrk⊠mmmeeuuurrrgggghâŠâ
This was fine⊠he wanted this, heâŠ
âTake it! fuckin, slut!â The horse roared, slamming in so deep that Legoshi feared his throat might never return to normal.
Behind him, the buffalo ravished his ass; the thick shaft plunged in hard enough that it bulldozed against Legoshiâs prostate, sending a raw spike of unwanted rapture through the wolfâs body. He snapped tight and his eyes rolled back into his head from the sudden orgasm; his cock, bundled and cramped in its cage, throbbed and pulsed, messily splashing cum out of what holes it could find. The release was only partial; it was maddening, like edging without an end.
MercyâŠ
The herbivores didnât stop, though. They neither noticed nor cared that Legoshi had cum. They fucked him through his orgasm, overwhelming his weak body during its refractory period, and he had no choice but to accept it. He closed his eyes, thinking again of Louis, butâŠ
But it was a lie. As the two cocks plundered his ass and throat, as his body shook from use, as the cum dripped off of him and caked into his fur, Legoshi knew it was a lie. These brutes werenât Louis. He would never see Louis or Haru againâŠ
As the horse roared at him and slammed home, shaft throbbing, Legoshi felt long sprays of cum splashing down his throat. He gulped it even as he sobbed. Broken⊠and alone.
Thatâs what he was.
The buffalo kept pounding his ass for a bit longer and came as well. When he slipped out, Legoshi slumped in a half-sitting, half-laying position, leaking cum from both ends. His eyelids drooped. He felt tired⊠so tired.
The herbivores tucked their cocks away and left the room, chatting darkly. Legoshi wondered if any of the four would be the one to ultimately purchase him. He feared what they would do if he fell into their grasp.
Dropping his cig and stamping the ember out, the shishigumi sauntered over to Legoshi. He tried shying away in fear, but the lion pulled out a slightly soiled handkerchief and began wiping him clean.
âThere there,â he mused, with faux, almost toxic sweetness. âLet me clean you up, yeah?â
Legoshi whimpered, unable to say anything with the gag in his mouth. Why was the lion acting tender when heâd engineered Legoshiâs own rough treatment?
âYou know,â his captor continued, âif I was you, Iâd get used to taking cock. I suspect that no matter who purchases you, they plan to use you for a long, long while. Plenty of rich herbivores out there have grievances they feel they need to get out.â He grinned. âAnd if flaming those grievances drives up the price, then maybe the bossesâll finally notice me.â
When Legoshi was more or less cleaned off, he pulled out a thick marker and began writing snappily on Legoshiâs fur. âFree useâââWHOREâââUselessâ, the latter with an arrow pointed to his caged cock. When satisfied with his canvas, the lion rose and stalked back to the wall.
Not even a minute later, the door creaked open again. More herbivores entered and the shishigumi repeated his spiel about Legoshiâs supposed meat-eating ways. The wolfâs heart fell as the herbivoresâ faces turned to masks of anger. They unzipped their pants, pulled out their cocks, and advanced on him, eager to make good on the promise scrawled on his flesh.. He trembled; he whimpered.
It was all he could do.
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