It wasn't really a big enough cage for Matt, Jim, the teenaged football captain, the bald police officer, the skateboarder, and the family man. The
six of them were each about a foot tall, and there wasn't enough room for them to all lie down at the same time. Mostly at the end of each day,
they ended up in one naked, uncomfortable huddle.
Often, they tried to discuss their situation, come up with a plan to escape. These were not the easiest conversations. Jim knew the most about the
wand, but he found the only way he could focus on a plan was if his son Matt were fucking him. (Thanks to the previous command of their
owner, he had become obsessed with this.) And the football captain had been wished into someone who was obsessed with giving the other pets
blowjobs (and hating it at the same time). There was not really enough room for all of this activity in their cage, but they made do.
Matt and the teenaged skater, Stephen, were the only ones who had started out gay. They were about the same age and had started up a
friendship. They couldn't be boyfriends, really . . . Jim's demands to be fucked by Matt at every opportunity interfered with his son's ability to get
close to anyone else. And Stephen generally didn't mind being small and subservient, which rubbed Matt the wrong way, as he felt guilty for
setting the chain of events into motion that led to all of their capture. Sometimes Matt and Stephen made out while Matt was fucking his father,
but that was as far as it went.
The cop's name was Derrick and the family man's name was Tony. Derrick and Tony sometimes talked about sports and cars, trying to focus on
pleasant things they could remember from their former lives and not on their current nightmare. Jason, the football captain, wanted to join in,
but frequently needed to stop what he was saying to give one or the other of them a blow job. This was awkward for the older men, but they
knew Jason couldn't help himself. They at least preferred to cum in his throat to keep the cage cleaner, but Jason usually pulled off and made
them do it on his face, which humiliated him all the more, especially since they had nothing to wipe it off with. Jason always had drying cum on
his face.
Don was not unaware of the discomfort in the cage. In fact, he reveled in his power and delighted in making their situations better or worse,
depending upon his whims. He felt like a god as well as an owner. He wanted more pets, but his father said he had enough and would have to
make do.
So Don made do.