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Warning: Adult material that is homosexual in nature. If you are not of legal age in your country or you have chanced on this document by mistake, Please leave now. This story also contains snuff, the author does not condone or support snuff, I just felt that it was suitable ending for this story. Don't think less of me for it

The regiment had been silent for long hours now. Around them in the dark, other regiments of equal silence stood ready, the soft creaks of their armor, the only indication that there was anyone in the night at all.

Over the horizon, a soft glow was emerging, a new day waiting to break forth.

A deep resounding boom of a wardrum echoed, following in kind by others, building as the sun drew up above the battlefield until the rhythmic crescendo of sound pulsed in the fresh morning. And then all was revealed and silence descended, a silence more permeating than the rumble of the drums. An anxious silence.

On the northern side of the battlefield, three twenty strong regiments of men readied for battle. Fully plated in shining armor, each decorated with a mosaic dragon on their chest, the fabrics that hung from their bodies a rich flowing blue. The people under their armor were strong and fit. They were combat ready and vibrated with anticipation. Each man was well shaven and managed to look imposing under their otherwise simple helms.

Their weapons were straight and true with a razor edge. As with their armor that rich blue accented their fine weapons as well creating perfect structured regiments that symbolized the strength and prestige of their kingdom.

To the south was a force fewer than half of the men, unified as one single regiment they were however the far more feared.

This regiment was one of Minotaur. Overly muscular furred humanoids, half bull and half man. They stood a good three foot taller than their opponents, some wore simple hewn armor, some wore stolen modified armor and further more stood armor less, simply garbed in robes or loincloths. Their long straight horns proudly adorned their heads.

They carried a formidable variety of weapons ranging from simple or ornate swords to axes and warhammers.

The only thing that unified these beastial warriors was there race and their goals and were altogether the more formidable opponents.

It was the Minotaur that started the charge roaring their battle cries as the stormed across the field on their cloven hooves, a surprisingly fast rolling gait that made more than one man tense in fear. Their challenges were astonishing, great thundering roars of barely contained emotion and instinct.

Their titanic crash against the human's front line was little more than devastating. Simultaneously attacking all three fronts, the beasts smashed through the well guarded front lines with what can only be described as ease.

Fifteen strong, proud men fell instantly to the grass underfoot. Beaten, sliced and bloody as their souls were bludgeoned from their bodies.

For the Minotaurs it was a long battle, for the humans it was brutally short. Within minutes only the three strongest champions remained. Quickly disarmed, they were held by captives that far outclassed them.

The other Minotaur drew back creating a small clearing between them. Only one stayed in the middle, a fierce captain decorated with jagged scars from many previous battles. His fur was matted with sweat and his enemy's blood as it often was after each battle. He wore a simple loincloth, which showed his daring and bravery, because this Minotaur only led from the front lines. Always ascertaining that he was first into battle.

His sword was handed to a fellow comrade who respectfully drew back from his captain. For now was the test that he had always waited for after every battle.

"You" he challenged the first man and the Minotaur holding him released and withdrew into the crowd as fast as he could. And so the first champion fell, skull crushed within his helm.

The second fell with much similarity, quick and brutal.

It was the third however that stood apart. He managed to duck, against all odds and return a blow that staggered not just the captain but the entire squad who looked in surprise at the rumble of laughter that escaped their captain's lips.

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Captain Angelos was uncertain for the first time in his life. As far as he knew the fierce Minotaur beasts never took hostages, never.

He had watched dejectedly as the fowl animals plundered the corpses of his comrades, stealing equipment and trophies, or just killing those that were wounded and just not dead yet.

Younger Minotaur argued about who would cart the bodies away and clean the field

Their leader had laid a crippling gut blow as a retort to his attack, rendering him almost useless but he was not slain. Instead he was tied to a tree trunk of some kind. Securely bound, he could barely move his head. For now, whatever purpose the creatures had in mind for him, he was powerless to prevent.

Night was falling before the regiment made it back to their camp where they quickly dispersed among bellows of delight and welcome as they re-entered the herd.

Angelos was left, his tree staked into the ground, for hours ignored by the Minotaurs as he thought up more and more desperate escape plans. But nothing was to come to fruition this evening; fate had something else in store for him.

Three Minotaurs approached him. They were garbed in black armor especially made for Minotaurs; it was perfect symmetrical armor, not the usual patched together job. Some kind of specialists Angelos perceived.

First they fed and watered him. The meat was hard and leathery and the water was thick and strangely un-hydrating but it was food and water none the less. Then untying one limb at a time they stripped the man bare of his fine armor.

The beasts were careful and methodical, removing each piece of armor, then the chain-mail, then the undergarments, until he was naked and demoralized. Then he was humiliated.

The Minotaurs casually and with equal attention, cleaned and bathed the man with rough cloth until his skin tingled. Then it was time to change the bindings.

Again it seemed, Angelos had to wait. His damp blonde hair clung to his forehead as he stood before the captain's tent. He had been marched through the campsite. His wrists were bound in heavy thick chains. A thickness matched only by his ankle chains. But hardly any Minotaur paid him mind. He was simply led naked and then his ankle chains were skewered to the ground with a mighty pike of iron.

Here he stood, in the light of the torches. His muscular bulk on display for any that wanted to see. His knighting was obvious by the well defined pectorals, broad chest, rippling abdominals. His arms and legs were perfectly sculpted as with many with years of sword training. His manhood was large but not overtly so. Large, soft and neatly circumcised. He was only sparsely furred, a thin trail of hair led to his genitals from his belly button but his chest was clean. He was a perfect specimen of a human knight.

Abandoned, Angelos contemplated his fate, testing the strength of his bonds only furthered his knowledge of the futility of escape. The pike that held him was driven a good three feet into the ground and the crudely made iron bonds gave no leeway as he strained. Should he even manage to free himself there were a good ninety beastmen to get through before he reached the fringes of the encampment without sword or shield. So he pondered and thought and dreamed. But nothing was forthcoming by the time the wait was over.

The Minotaur captain emerged from his tent clean and fresh was his dark fur, free of blood and dirt. Casually it kicked away the spike, as a man would kick a stone from his path, jostling his captive into his tent.

Angelos looked about the tent with apprehension expecting torture devices or blades but the soft gloom revealed nothing out of the ordinary except a chain that hung neck high from the ceiling. Angelos could smell the Minotaurs musk emanating from his simple bed, a bed covered in the softest velveteen furs.

The creatures sword sat unsheathed, stuck a few inches into the dirt of the floor. A foul smelling bucket sat on the floor.

"Human" the Minotaur rumbled "Do you know why you are here"

"Should you feel like addressing me, beast, then you can use my name, Angelos"

The Minotaur chuckled throatily "Angel like, very amusing. I doubt that you could pronounce my name so I will allow you to call me Rycar"

Rycar lifted the human up by his manacled wrists and secured them to the hanging chain, forcing his arms to arch his spine bringing his head low and making his legs stretch to reach the ground "Do you know why you are here, Angelos" he chuckled again

"I believe that you intend to interrogate me, on the defenses of our castle"

"Then you are wrong. You, Angelos, are the most worthy of your army; you are a proud, unafraid human, who will make things so much more enjoyable"

"When"

"When I take you for my own"

Angelos dwelled on this for a second, thinking of alternate meanings and understandings while the Minotaur watched with detached amusement.

"You cannot mean"

"I will force my penis inside you and eventually spend my semen into your bowels, it will be agonizing for you if you want it to be or slightly less agonizing if you accept what is happening to you"

Angelos had stopped listening after the word penis and had started to struggle against unrelenting manacles as Rycar unclipped his loincloth letting it swing to the floor unveiling his whole form to the cool air, as naked as his captive

Angelos gaped. He had never seen a naked Minotaur before and had never wanted to. The dense, dark fur covered his whole body. His bulging muscles, only hinted at in the light of day, seemed surrealistically large in the flickering torch light. Great hunks of muscular flesh covered in a thick carpet of dark brown fur. A thick neck supported the bestial head atop which sat those marvelous ivory horns.

Between the bulging thighs sat the most impressive set of genitals that Angelos would ever lay eyes upon. A huge pair of testicles hung an outrageous twelve inches low between the thighs seeming to sway and pulse in open air. He had seen the creatures run, their loping gait, but he had never suspected the reason of their bull testicles. A mighty sheath sat atop these balls, wide, long and almost blunt at the end, hiding the meat inside from the world. Hanging almost to its knees, a good fourteen inches long.

"Why?" Angelos asked

The Minotaur stoked his fur covered sack as he replied "Once, long ago, in my first battle, my side was the loser and very few of my comrades were captured alive. I was the one chained and taken to the captains tent to be raped" He paused and shifted his stroking to his sheath "But what the human didn't realize as he took me was that he was stealing a bit of my strength. A small amount of energy is transferred during mating where a Minotaur is involved. In this case, his being the dominant he took my strength. And later when I freed myself and took him, I was the one stealing his strength" The beast sighed with the memory "He was my first, and it became a preference achieving me both pleasure and power"

"I don't believe any human would do that, to an animal no less"

"Belief is a choice and that you are entitled to, but it will not help you here. Neither will flattery"

"Surely there is something I can do to avoid this"

"I am fair, human. I will grant you an option. You can either worship my Minotaurhood with your mouth and grant me satisfaction with that orifice or you will be taken at your other end and achieve much more painful results there. These are your only options. You will have to ask for it"

Angelos grimaced and tried to swallow his pride an act that took up several long minutes. Finally "I will take the first option" he whispered.

Rycar crouched close to the mans head and Angelos closed his eyes in fear "You have to ask, Angelos"

"Please don't make me"

"Then the other option will have to suffice" He stood and started to walk around

"No. Wait" Angelos yelped

"What?"

"Please Rycar let me worship your Minotaurhood with my mouth" he groaned

"As you request. But you are a knight. If you can not accept you fate with open eyes you are weak"

Angelos opened his crisp, blue eyes, stung more by the Minotaur being right than of what he had asked it to do.

"Now ask, with pride"

"Please Rycar let me worship your Minotaurhood with my mouth"

Rycar laughed again, how he enjoyed looking into the eyes of grown, proud men as they asked him to rape them, his hand stopped it's stroking of his sheath and he gently closed his fist around it.

His captive watched stonily as the massive organ was manipulated until he looked straight into the moist opening of the sheath.

'Strong willed" Rycar thought to himself 'even after the taunt most cannot bring themselves to look'. He pulled, slowly applying more pressure to his sheath. Initially reluctant, as soon as the tip pushed free, the sheath pulled silkily along the rest of his shaft easily. The sheath had its purpose unlike the human foreskin, it fitted tightly to his organ keeping it moist and silky smooth for whenever he felt like using it while protecting it from the outside environment.

The organ itself was a bespeckled fleshy shaft; the underside was thick and ridged, divided into two glans that squeezed out whatever fluids he was pumping. At the moment it was soft, yet still not quite flaccid just a long slick arch of flesh.

"You can not worship my flesh with just your eyes" Rycar delighted in the spasm as the spell was broken and his prisoner blushed with embarrassment at being so captivated. 'Now we will see how proud this one is'

Little did he know that Angelos understood the test, he knew that if he did not make the move then the 'option' would change so blushing fiercely he bought his body forward.

'Very interesting' Rycar shifted back imperceptibly making his captive stretch more from his uncomfortable position to try to graze the shaft he desperately didn't want to be impaled upon.

Finally he swung back unable to reach the ever retreating flesh "I cannot worship that, which wishes not to be"

"True" The big Minotaur wiped his first drop of pre-ejaculate, his sticky, sweet sap, across the mans lips. Angelos glared defiantly

"Drink it, human, it is but the first drip of many to come"

Shivering with repressed disgust he tasted the Minotaur, staring defiantly into fierce eyes. Satisfied Rycar pressed his meat against the human's lips. "Now you may begin"

The blunt rubbery head pressed forcefully into his mouth at the moment he opened it, forcing his jaw wide. Angelos grunted, he wasn't prepared for the initial forced entry. He was thankful that it was slick and moist, so as it pressed onward it didn't tear his lips or rasp his mouth, fleshy and salty. But it was obvious that the Minotaur wanted much more from his captive.

Rycar watched the first inches as they devirginised the human's oral opening. The human choked unintentionally suckling on his rod "To worship" he instructed "You must use your tongue, it is an effective tool to show me how dedicated you are" The beast felt it swathe around his gently pumping meat massaging his glans feverishly, thick and encompassing. "Very good you must be quite experienced."

He waited for the adjustment phase to pass. Too many captives had perished simply being unable to adjust, so he sat and sweated until he could not hold back. Then slowly, so slowly, he pressed his hands behind the Angelos' skull.

It was not immediately apparent what the force behind his head was, but it was quickly recognizable what the purpose was. More penis was entrenching on Angelos' face. The calloused palms angled his neck to such a degree that the head was forcing against the tightness of the back of his throat. A pressure that was becoming harder to repel.

"Scream human"

Angelos tried to. Should the noise have emerged it would have been a roar of compacted rage and humiliation. Around the thick tool no sound emerged but this was not the purpose anyway, now his throat was opened and the invader descended. Now Angelos tried to contend with breathing because Rycar was suddenly becoming erect, his phallus was thickening, forcing aching neck muscles to fit the beast's tubular shape.

The tauren watched unsympathetically as veins began to appear down the length of his shaft bulging and rippling the fleshy impaler, descending into the mans drooling mouth, stretching it further, Forcing the humans throat to angle more.

A musky smell penetrated Angelos' nasal passage. The Minotaurs crotch was almost upon him Huge, down covered testicles stroking his chin with each thrust.

A rough scraping along his chest turned out to be the big creature's tail, teasing his vulnerable nipples while his oral rape continued unabated. This thickness was becoming a problem. The fleshy rod was becoming a solid shaft. One that pounded ever more relentlessly, forever pulling in and out, retreating and suddenly pummeling. Within a space of minutes Angelos was aware that his lips were finding a thin part at the end of the penis, where it joined to the Minotaurs body. He was also aware that while this thin part remained a constant thickness the whole rest of the shaft now a good fifteen inches down his throat was still thickening.

Bulging by the girth of it's invader Angelos' throat muscles still worked simultaneously trying to swallow and gag, masturbating Rycar's organ a dozen different ways. Drool now poured from his lips in a steady stream, as if it was being forced from his glands, running down to anoint his rapists scrotum.

The thrusting stopped and three huge, furred fingers reached down to grope at his own testicles, massaging the sticky saliva, making his broad shoulders shudder in anticipation.

Finally, after an age, opening up his wide jaws, Rycar bellowed in orgasmic relief, terrifying his captive.

Angelos' breathing stopped altogether and he struggled futily as the great beast held ground for a few seconds, his penis so thick that it was quite difficult to move forward any more into the constricted opening of the human throat.

For the first time in over an hour the Minotaur took a step backwards, Angelos' head was pulled along with the shaft impaling him, Rycar actually had to tug to begin withdrawing, wrenching himself from the depths of the human's gullet. But for every inch that was removed Angelos received no relief, the penis merely cleared space for the load it was delivering. Angelos felt the thick liquid fill his stomach, working its way up his esophagus, clearing the bend of his throat and pausing to repetitively flood his stretched mouth forcing him to taste and swallow the vile beast semen over and over. When Rycar seemed satisfied with the amount fed he withdrew the rest of his exceptional rod, shooting his gelatinous semen across the humans face, into his hair and down across his back, in sticky, ropy puddles.

The demasculated captive could only stare in awe at what had been so deeply shoved into his oral depths.

Now even more impressively proportioned, the vast head receded slightly down toward the middle before bulging horribly at the end as it connected to his coiled sheath.

Long minutes of choking, gasping and racking coughs passed before Angelos uttered his first rasping word "How...?"

"Did you manage my impressive phallus?" Rycar shucked his hand up and down his pole still dripping into the dirt "Humans may believe themselves to be very resilient and although some might be thick-skinned, they are all very pliable on the inside"

"Why...?" was the second word

"Didn't you die of suffocation, Tauren magic that allows the user to survive with so much less oxygen. You shouldn't complain though, the taking would have been far longer had I had to withdraw entirely every thrust"

"When...?"

"The liquid that you drank, had you not been fed the pork you would have noticed, any more questions"

Angelos' head sank so that some of the mask of drying semen freed itself; he spat repetitively onto the floor but couldn't relieve the taste in his mouth, disgusted that he couldn't vomit.

"Good then we shall continue" Rycar trotted over and grabbed the stinking bucket, his stiff veined member pointing the way. On his return the Minotaur placed the bucket at Angelos' feet. It was full of something grayish-brown and congealed. Like a paste.

The Minotaur bent and dipped a finger into the stuff. He sniffed it.

"Do you know what this foul scented liquid is?"

Angelos rose his head but finding it too much of an effort he dropped back down, sagging in his chains.

Rycar grinned and wiped it down the mans side leaving a greasy trail. "It is boiled down pig fat. It actually has many uses. It glazes the most succulent meats, repels dirt on armor. As it heats it becomes a liquid and it can be used as a lubricant for a variety of uses."

".... ...."

"What was that?"

"You said"

"Said what"

"You said that if I worshipped you with my mouth then that would be it"

"Incorrect, I gave you an option, worship with your mouth or your other end. You chose your mouth. Now I choose your other end. The end that I told you I would spend my seed"

"Please god no"

"Your God will not be here to help you in this regard" Rycar ran his finger along the edge of the pig fat, building a thick mass onto the calloused tip.

"No, no, no" Was all that Angelos could muster as that thick finger wiped the fat down between his muscular buttocks "No, please, no" he continued as the finger withdrew again and again until excess fat began to trail down to his testicles and his arsecrack was a greasy lather.

Complaints became higher pitched and less inteligable when pressure became applied to his very reluctant anus.

The Minotaur for the most part worked in silence. Thickly he coated his finger, preparing it for its voyage, now rather skilled at breaking in defiant human soldiers.

The first words he said were barely whispered "For every ounce of struggle you will receive a tone of pain"

A deep bellow was the answer he received as he pushed through the thick layer of fat and attempted access into the virgin soldier's depths. Muscle and steel were strained in a desperate bid to escape, an anus with intense strength defiantly barred entry.

But the creature pushing was also a soldier, one far stronger and as more force was applied, the puckered, red sphincter was gradually forced open eliciting a shrill cry of horror and pain from its owner as the last of his humility was torn from him.

"We have passed only the first milestone and yet you already cry and beg pathetically. I am disappointed"

"Please, no more"

Rycar didn't reply, he was engrossed in raping the man with his furred finger, moving it around, testing it's new territory, delighting in the tight squeeze that would soon encompass his Minotaurhood. But there was still a way to go.

Angelos collapsed as the finger withdrew "Thank god" he panted. His face a mask of agony, still thickly coated in the first wave of spendings.

Rycar looked up amused "For what?" he asked lathering his second finger in the pig fat. He scrutinized his work to date and was pleased with the initial stretching of the sphincter, it still had far to go but he was confident that he could manage without spilling a drop of blood. He twisted his first and second finger together, after discovering that this technique worked well over a variety of subjects. The renewed yelling disrupted his concentration as Rycar bore down with his two fingers. "Perhaps I should return my phallus to your mouth to muffle your incessant whining. You sound like you are bearing young" The beast taunted as he stretched and stroked internally making much needed space in the twisting, aching bowels. "But I have yet to ejaculate in this barren space. Yet"

Withdrawing a further three times to add greasy lubricant to the tight rectum. He made sure to slap his length down the human's side as he worked drawing gasps and cries from his captive.

As a result Angelos only cried out once as all three beastial fingers plied at his loosening rear end. An assault that left his ruined sphincter muscles gaping, slippery with melting fat.

And when the Minotaur captain could stretch his fingers wide within, when that lurid grin of satisfaction spread across his jaws 'it is time'. And he laughed

When that first finger had penetrated seemingly so long ago Angelos had felt the last of his humility go, but now stretched and dripping, forced to a readiness he ever believed he could have, feeling the minotaur that had taken already so much from him get behind him, push forward and agonizingly penetrate him with it's vile phallus, Angelos lost the last of his virginity in a roar of hateful white pain.

Unlike with his throat or even the working fingers this was tauren mating at it's best, brutal. Savagely Rycar sawed his member into inflamed flesh. Thrusting the wide head through the pitiful defenses that were once so strong and reveling in the feeling as stunned muscles clamped down on the intruder, they were too worn down for resistance and served only to massage and playfully squeeze the huge Minotaur who had been so gentle.

Tears cut shallow grooves through the semen mask on Angelos' face as he screamed and begged and pleaded to no avail. Inside him, things that were never meant to be forced or broken were raped into acceptance allowing the incredible, beastial penis to tear deeper, ripping through his rectum and into his bowels. Forcing apart all resistance in the goal for pleasure.

Around them the world continued as it always did. The sun returned on the horizon signaling a new day, morning birds were already on wing looking for their first meal and the wind whispered through the trees. But in a lone tent inside a Minotaur squad compound most unusual things were happening.

The human could only whine pitifully now, like a kicked dog. His mind trying to reduce the damage by shutting down. From his rapist sweat poured from damp, musky fur. Cloven hooves stamped the floor and a thick beastial penis deeply reamed the rectum of his captive. Rycar could feel the strength flowing into him from the moment that he raped his way into the intestinal track of the beaten man. 'Ah yes' Rycar thought 'the sweet power from the surrender of humanity' His brute fingers dug into slender hips, more or less holding the human steady under the barrage of thrusts. Whenever he would meet an internal seal he would break it down with a more punishing thrust. Gone was the resistance of the anus, gone the resistance of the rectum and now gone too were the fist few resistances of the intestines. But the phallus was still only a half a foot before it couldn't force any more of itself inside.

It was only in this position, the minotaur had found, that such penetration was even possible, where the human was bent over completely at the waist, allowing this spear of a penis to force straight forward through all biological defenses.

Rycar's heart was beating so fiercely from the excitement and power that it was a steady rhythmic drone heard throughout the tent. Angelos both heard and felt the beat, it tortured his ears at every out thrust and tortured his bowels at every in thrust until he screamed and screamed.

It was for that scream that the minotaur paused to listen, his ears flicked against his horns in appreciation as he stood, for it was a very primal scream, one that the minotaur enjoyed very much, 'very melodious'. He let go of the hips, wiping his sweat covered brow with one hand and using the other to tease around his eager testicles. A grin of lurid satisfaction crossed his face as he noticed that the humans widely spread buttocks made no attempt to expel him, they were attempting to adapt to his relentless presence. So he waited until it was finished, with his flesh crammed almost to its entirety, pulsing thick and veined. "You no longer look very angel like, human. Bearing down on my meat like a cow in season"'

The sound died down. Another Minotaur entered the tent and took in the scene with bright eyes, Angelo's body chose that moment to spasm painfully and it grinned and left shaking its large head. It had important news to deliver but it could wait.

This lighter furred Minotaur paused and looked back at the tent. All tauren in the compound knew what went on in the captain's tent when he had a human, he alone had seen the captain at all stages of the rape. Although he didn't know the reason, he planned to sneak a human from the battlefield as well. There were too few tauren cows and one could wait years to be allocated a female 'yes' he thought 'this next battle I might get a mate after all'.

He had his own bucket of pig fat and a plan.

Back in the tent Rycar watched his comrade go; glad the other male hadn't chosen a time of importance and looked down at the raped buttocks. 'Time for one last scream' The humans strength was ebbing he would only provide an hour of amusement at best 'it was a good rape though' he complimented himself.

With the featherlike touch that only such a complex beast could manage Rycar recaptured the man's thighs. He tensed his muscles and drove forward one last time.

Those last inches plowed inwards slamming his crotch against hard human buttocks, With another mighty roar Rycar came, pouring waves of semen into the enemy, such a quantity in the over stuffed passage that the thick white spendings bloated the human, distending the perfect muscular stomach. Even as much as to spill back down at its creator. Those massive tauren testicles.

That scream that Rycar wanted was driven from Angelos as it always was, a deep musical trombone of a roar that abated only as the strength that Rycar was receiving faded. It was his dying wail, and by the time it had finished Rycar had already withdrawn. Watching his semen paint the back of the humans thighs.

Then, still softening and as calmly as he could manage with his shaking muscles, he twisted Angelos' neck, popping bones until there was no chance of survival.

Exhausted but well sated the Minotaur lay on his bed and licked his lips. By noon the body would be gone leaving another memory in place. And by night it would be back to the battlefield.

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