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It was the black furred minotaur who awoke first the following morning.

The young warrior was startled awake by the sudden motion of the giant creature and it took the scared human a long panicky moment before he recalled his circumstances and surroundings.

Unfamiliar with societal niceties such as patience or explanations, the minotaur wasted no time in furthering the surrendered warrior transformation towards trained slave and accommodating rut-toy.

It did not occur to the immortal beast to explain himself as he carried his property around a corner into as-of-yet unseen area of his eternal labyrinth. The minotaur required neither permission nor understanding from the bound lad as he effortlessly carried him into what appeared to be a spacious yet well-lit bath hall.

Adjusting his bracers so that the human could be hung by a sturdy hook hanging from the ceiling, the minotaur made sure the slave's weight was properly supported before he left the boy swinging in place.

Seeing the massive minotaur depart, the slave attempted to take advantage of the situation by freeing himself from his exposed position. His impressive thighs kicked out into the air which caused him to sway further as he pulled and twisted. The human's flaccid member bounced around in a tantalizing fashion, unseen by the absent minotaur and unnoticed by the desperate warrior.

For the young man was focused solely on escape. Escape from this place and escape from the minotaur who had claimed him in more ways than one. The clever warrior was no fool and his previous encounter with the creature had left no doubt as to the beast's intentions. Vivid memories of the minotaur's bestial arousal stretching his jaw and invading his sore anus pushed their way into the newly enslaved boy's head.

It was clear that his captor's expectations of his slave included satisfying the beast's desires in every concievable fashion. The warrior closed his eyes as he worked to free himself, trying to push out the images and memories of the creature's throbbing, heavily veined erection. But the memories were too fresh and so the youth could still taste the giant appendage on his lips and feel, in his throat, and between his clenched cheeks.

The warrior knew that if he failed to escape, what he experienced yesterday would serve as but a tiny preview of his new life as the bull-king's slave. Sweat born of effort and fear began to drip down his body as his runaway imagination attempted to conceive of the infinite ways the over eight foot tall bull might use his body for its own pleasure.

With a shudder and gasp, the warrior's breath caught in his chest as he felt a giant hand on his lower back, steadying his wild sway. The creature had returned and the distracted boy had not heard his silent approach. If that moment had offered any hope of escape, the moment had passed and now he was once again the focus of the bull-king's inhuman attention.

The creature did not appear concerned at the panting slave's exhausted appearance or panicky breaths. He was confident that escape was impossible. Besides, untrained boys like this one oftentimes reacted strongly to his comings and goings. Just as new slaves tended to throw tantrums or make loud noises of complaint as he trained them to accommodate his full length.

The bull found it slightly endearing how captured humans reacted to each new milestone in their training. Each new slave seemed shocked to learned that their mouth would be used to lick and suckle their master's whole body, but particularly his ample shaft. That their throat was to be equally as available as their rear for breeding and seeding. And that their tongue's purpose was no longer enunciating pointless words but rather it now existed primarily to clean away any spent cum that may have fallen on stone tile, silk sheets, or remained congealed to their master's temporarily sated pole.

New boys tended to bitterly complain at the taste of his output or the indignity of the act. Clever or observant slaves quickly learned that the louder they complained, the larger the messes tended to be. On the other hand, a properly trained slave would lick clean any lingering mess before the bull could even fully soften.

He had no doubt that his new conquest would go through similar reactions as the property's purpose was revealed to him, bit by bit. The bull fully expected the lithe warrior to pout the first time he was woken in the middle of the night to satisfy his owner's lust. Likewise, he anticipated grumpy looks and complaints when the human learned just how elaborate and prolonged foreplay could be.

In the past, immortal minotaur had spent countless days being slowly driven to sexual peak by toys trained to worship, massage, stroke, lick, and tease. The king of the maze had few responsibilities which required his direct attention and so he was free to bask in pampered bliss as his latest slave alternated between oiling his iron-hard muscles and stroking his dripping member. These sessions often went on for eight, ten, even twelve hours, the slave's stomach quietly growling as they unintentionally fasted.

He enjoyed the conflicted look of concentration boys got as they internally debated what part of the minotaur's body had gone too long without attention. Their master's body was so large that it was a fulltime job to make sure the bull physique was properly attended to from hooves to horns. Slaves learned that if they dawdled or dithered, the bull would decide for them.

This was a chief concern for the beast's property because the bull choosing typically involved their mouths being stuffed to capacity by his massive furred sack or some other likewise humiliating task. Such as brutal throat stretching training where they'd be taught to go for longer and longer stretches of time without air as their eyes watered and their tight throat spasmed around his enormous cock.

In this manner, the patient beast trained his slaves to always work hard for his pleasure regardless of how tired they felt or how acutely their tired jaw pained them. But newly surrendered slaves, such as the boy who dangled before him, were not yet accustomed to putting the minotaur's needs before their own.

The beast didn't mind. Untrained slaves helped break up the monotony of his eternal life and he took pleasure in teaching sheltered youths about the pleasures their bodies could offer up to a girthy minotaur cock.

Getting to work, the beast carefully laid out the items he had fetched. Reapplying the leg spreader bar and adding a second bar to hold the warriors elbows apart, the minotaur made sure the dangling warrior's body was fully spread.

Next, the bull used a flat tool to quickly spread a thick gelatinous liquid all over the concerned lad's body. He was careful to coat every inch of the slave's body below the neck line, including around the warrior's thick pubic hair and inside the crack of the bound lad's buttocks. Upon finishing, the minotaur stepped back, circled the warrior once to ensure the job was complete, and then waited.

Concern quickly grew to panic as the slave felt his body heat up, then start to burn. Soon the warrior was once again screaming as he felt as though he'd been set ablaze, his body burning to a crisp as if tied atop a blazing bonfire. His body shook upon the hook as his muscles spasmed and strained.

The minotaur watched, unmoved by the desperate display. He knew the boy would not be harmed the gel. Only his hair would be effected by the burning medicine, permanently removed by the chemical and never to regrow. But the warrior had no way of knowing this as he uselessly swayed while screaming out his pain.

Not every slave went through this treatment. The previous two slaves had been permitted to keep their hair, though neither had even been aware that they'd been at risk of losing it. The bull traditionally only removed the body hair for slaves which he planned on chastising, like this one. And since the last two slaves had been permitted to grow hard or soft as they willed and as circumstances dictated, they'd also been able to keep their body hair and pubic hair.

This time, however, the minotaur was in the mood for a more restrictive term of slavery. He found this human to be especially pleasing on the eye and thought the boy would look even better without body hair obscuring his muscles or erections spoiling his shapely silhouette. And so, on a whim, it was decided and the lad's fate was sealed. Erections were to be forbidden to him and impossible to achieve, for the sole reason that the bull thought their future presence might prove slightly inconvenient.

The minotaur licked his lips in anticipation of the delights which awaited him. His cock grew long and hard as the boy screamed and wept, the warrior convinced he was dying. But the bull waited. He had no interest in risking getting any of the abrasive gel onto his sensitive member.

Fifteen minutes later, the irreversible deed was done. Using a wash cloth and water from a nearby basin in the bath hall, the minotaur scrubbed the youth clean of both the burning liquid as well as his body hair. The slave was actually grateful to be free of the soul-searing pain, mumbling his exhausted gratitude as his captor washed him clean.

Ironically the warrior was still trying to express his gratitude even as the bull began the process of locking away his freshly denuded masculinity. The minotaur paid no mind to the lad's incoherent ramblings as he carefully applied the magical device.

In its inactive state it appeared to be a simple metal tube with no adornments, not even a lock or key hole. But once activated, the device would mold itself to perfectly conform to the size and shape of the member contained within. Its external appearance would take on the precise look of the chastised cock, down to every ridge and wrinkle. Inside the dull-metal tube, the flaccid member would be squeezed to its smallest possible size.

Prior to being gifted to the minotaur, the device had been commissioned by a lusty sultan who had an extensive harem. All of the guards and servants who attended his harem were ordered on pain of death to wear these devices, to protect the faithfulness of his priceless harem.

A long time ago there had been a vicious drought the dragged on for months. Exhausting all other options, the sultan's hapless advisors recommended that their lord and king offer a sizeable tithing to the mythical bull king, that he might bless them and offer their nation-sate protection from the cruel drought.

Not one for half-measures, the sultan gathered precious gems, metals, spices, and trinkets of all varieties for the offering. And, acting upon a last second impulse, the sultan decided to include one of the magical chastity devices he used to secure the faithfulness of his harem.

As it turned out, the bull king had no interest in the mounds of rubies, emeralds, and sapphires which had been included in the treasure trove. But the king of the labyrinth found the chastity device quite delightful as a novel toy for the pursuit of his own pleasures. Pleased by the offering, the very next day the rains returned to the sultan's grateful kingdom.

And so the device came into the bull's possession where it was used from time to time, until eventually it was employed once more in the case of this particular gasping, grateful warrior. The device was applied, activated, and locked before the denuded warrior even knew what was happening or what he stood to lose.

Below the cage, which now took the form of a exact replica of the human's soft member, hung the warrior's hairless balls which were already plump with days of saved up cum. Seed had not been spilled during period in which the warrior had been distracted with more critical matters, such as traversing and mapping the endlessly shifting maze. And seed which would not be easily spilled or spent any time soon now that the cage had been permanently applied.

The minotaur did not bother to spare the human's pair a glance as he finished activating the chastity device. Instead, the bull spent his time looking over the warrior's handsome body for any missed patches of hair. Not spotting any, he grunted in satisfaction as his erection bobbed in appreciation of the sight.

Though more alterations of his slave's body were being planned and considered, the minotaur knew better than to take care of all of his designs in one sitting. Humans were weak, frail creatures and could not withstand that much discomfort in one session. Even the "warriors" among them. And so the piercings, tattoos, and potential other modifications would need to wait.

Besides, enough had been accomplished for now and the beast was ready to have his mounting needs satisfied. The panting human smelled so good and his perfectly smooth hairless body made the darkly furred minotaur huff and stomp in arousal.

The warrior became aware of this fact as the minotaur pressed his full erection against his stomach, the heat of the wide shaft against his cool skin demanding his attention. This caused the human to begin begging for mercy again, though he already suspected that he would find precious little mercy as the minotaur's slave. And, troublingly, begging only seemed to make the beast's cock harder and its wide tip flare wider.

The boy tried to look up at the minotaur, to catch the creature's immortal, golden eyes so that he might beseech the creature to find a degree of inner nobility and mercy within his inhuman heart. But the beast caught the boy's hair -- the only hair permitted to him from this day forward -- and dragged the youth's head down so that his eyes were once more directed at the huge pole resting against his abdominal and pectoral muscles.

His begging trailed off as the straining member rose to meet his slightly parted lips. He could feel his master's need against his lips and smell its earthy scent in his nose. The minotaur's powerful grip continued to force his head down as he was made to examine that which awaited him.

A rumble coming from deep within the beast king's chest convinced the youth that there was no choice but to give the creature that which was demanded of him. Extending his tongue slowly and with great trepidation, the warrior began to lick.

This was apparently the expected outcome because the beast's threatening low rumbling ceased and, taking the place of this sound, the bull began to huff and grunt in a somewhat lewd fashion as the human's tongue worked.

The warrior couldn't believe what he was doing as he stretched his saliva slicked tongue out to drag it over and around the minotaur's firm, plump cockhead. The act was humiliating in the extreme and yet it seemed preferable over whatever unknown punishment the creature might inflict upon him should he refuse. After all, the bull had been perfectly content to permit his slow death due to starvation, lost within the endless winding halls of the maze. The warrior had no reason to doubt that this fate or an even worse outcome awaited him should he prove to be useless at the single task the bull had in mind for him: Dulling its raging libido by satisfying its massive cock.

And so the boy licked as best he knew how. The warrior approached the less-than-honorable task with a brash directness that the minotaur enjoyed. It was clear that the youth's strategy was as simple as "lick every inch of the bull's cock that was within reach." The minotaur had no complaints regarding this approach and was pleased that he did not have to squeeze the human's dangling parts to elicit cooperation. After all, improvements to technique could be taught over time but the training process was made infinitely easier when the subject was a more willing participant.

The minotaur paused a moment and wondered...

Pulling his dick away, much to the warrior's very short lived relief, the bull leaned his tremendous frame down and brought his head down to eye level with the denuded human. Then, pressing his lips firmly against the warrior's own, the bull pressed his giant tongue into the protesting boy's mouth, ignoring the lad's muffled protests.

The bull used his wide, wet tongue to probe and explore the human's mouth for a few moments, then made his powerful muscle go still as he waited. Nothing happened as the two males remained in place, face to face. Long seconds passed as they breathed against each other, exchanging air from one another's lungs as human smelled bull and bull smelled human.

The bull tried again, poking the human's tongue briefly with his own before going still once more. Again the human failed to react. And so the minotaur tried again. And again.

On the fourth try, the stubborn human got the message. Lethargically at first and with excruciating reluctance, the warrior began to return the "kiss" being forced upon him, wresting the bull's much larger tongue with his own and even suckling upon it, similarly to the blowjob he was forced to perform upon the beast's cock the previous day.

Though he made no outward show of it, the minotaur was pleased. This was only the second day of the warrior's term of service as his slave and already the boy was proving far more malleable than the vast majority of his human cattle. The last warrior to come into his possession had been so phobic of showing displays of worshipful-affection that the bull had needed to convince the other boy that his balls would be crushed into useless paste if failed to learn how to take the initiative when commanded to do so.

But this warrior would be a very different story, the minotaur could see as his long tongue was gently suckled upon. Wishing to make clear to the human that this was the correct behavior, the bull released his grip on the youth's head and used his two hands to rub sensuously over the boy's stretched, hanging body. He paid special attention to the warrior's sensitive nipples and also cupped and pawed the boy's ass cheeks as the grunting lad continued to work his tongue over and around the bull's reciprocating tongue.

Yet, while many areas of the young man's body benefitted from the surprisingly gentle motions of the minotaur's hands, the boy's balls and caged member went without so much as a single brushing stroke of a finger. This was not because the bull explicitly intended to deny the boy sexual reciprocation but rather because it frankly just didn't occur to the beast to return the favor. He was the king of this domain and it would forever be he who was served and serviced here. Whether or not a slave was enjoying any particular sex act with his master did not concern the horned creature.

And never in all his years of life had the immortal bull gone out of his way to purposely increase a slave's sexual satisfaction. Once fully trained, a slave served and they served fully, humbly, and obediently. A trained slave did not question or object. And they did not hesitate to freely offer their mouth, tongue, hands, or ass for their master's use. Not unless they wanted to be strung up to the whipping post or suffer some other equally harsh correction, that is. But whether or not they drew any personal pleasure during their years of service was not a question that the bull had ever stopped to ponder. The question didn't matter, nor did its answer. And so it was the fate of this particular warrior's hairless sack to only feel the touch of the creature's grip upon it when he was being warned, punished, or pulled around as though his tender bits served no other purpose than to act as some form a convenient leash.

Always mindful to push his human's training along, the minotaur took the opportunity to push still more of his tongue into the boy's mouth. Sensing this even more egregious intrusion, the warrior tried to pull back and away but there was nowhere to go. He momentarily gagged as he was forced to accommodate a bestial tongue which took up all of the available room within his forcibly parted jaws, and some further space at the entrance to his throat.

The boy, eyes watering in shame and discomfort, stopped participating as he focused on trying to recover and prevent further gagging. But a cupping and gripping of his balls within the bull king's firm hand convinced the warrior to renew his efforts. He pressed his tongue against the bull's, which felt like a warm, wet pillar of fleshy muscle within his mouth.

Unbidden, the memory of the taste and texture of minotaur's penis pushed into his mind and the warrior couldn't help but wonder which was worse. But the boy pushed the thought away because such points of contrast served no purpose when it was not his will which would decide how he was used. This was the magical "palace" of the bull king, and only the master of the maze's will mattered here.

The kiss continued on for several minutes longer as the bull pet and stroked his reluctantly compliant "pet". But, as usually happened, eventually his lust got the better of him and the minotaur's acute needs demanded satisfaction.

Pulling away from the "freed" and once again absurdly grateful boy, the bull circled around behind the lad and immediately began to grind the full length of his veined sausage between the human's clenched, hairless cheeks.

This kicked off another round of begging which the bull ignored. New slaves were always babbling about something and there was no point in expending the effort to silence them. Especially not when they emitted such delightful squeals as they were penetrated.

The warrior thought that perhaps the minotaur was considering his frantic pleas and so continued trying to convince the anthropomorphic bull not to abuse his tender, still sore hole that had only just begun to recover from yesterday's aggressive breeding. But the boy did not realize that the only reason he hadn't been stuck yet was because the beast was enjoying the sensation of his soft, hairless rump upon his hot, raging erection.

And just as soon as this novelty wore thin, the warrior felt the spit-slicked head of the bull's prong press once more against his anus. Not prepared with oil this time, it was a tighter go through but the bull was not concerned at the inconvenience. He knew his strength would prove sufficient to the task and that the human's weak sphincter muscles would quickly surrender.

This was proven to be just so as the minotaur pushed, feeding inch after inch into the hanging, screaming slave. The bull's eyes closed in pleasure at the vice grip of the squirming human's rear opening, which was opened further still as the beast stretched it for the second day in a row.

The bull had leaned down to angle his cock up and into the noisy human but now that he was inside the youth, the creature used his arms to lift the warrior up by beneath his thighs as he lifted the boy into the ideal height for thrusting into. The human barely noticed as his world descended into blinding pain as he was ruthlessly rutted.

In time the slave would grow used to his master's inhuman girth and so the beast was not overly concerned about preparation or training. Whatever training was required would occur "on the job" and as long as the warrior was bred thoroughly and daily, he would in time learn to accommodate the bull. Though it would never become what one might describe as a "comfortable" fit for the youth. Just that, pain would eventually give way to discomfort, which would in turn finally morph into a sensation of being stuffed overly full. Much, much too full.

This lengthy process of acclimation would take quite a good while but it did not occur to the bull to be concerned about the difficulties of such a trial. Not only because the creature was not human and so did not find himself possessed of human morality, but also because the warrior's intent in coming here was to pierce him with sword-steel and kill him. Had the bull ever paused to consider the morality of the situation (which he did not and never would), he would have thought it fair play that the human boy who sought to pierce and slay him with his weapon was instead pierced by the minotaur's own "weapon".

Even more so because the warrior had been given a choice. To die an ignoble death lost within the maze. Or to throw himself upon the bull king's mercy. Which, as circumstances would have it, also meant going down on the bull king's punishingly large cock. Again, and again, and again, for countless days on end until the beast decided otherwise. Which, given how cute this new human was, would be many years into the uncertain future.

But the subtleties of the moral calculus of the situation was not on either of the two males' minds at that particular moment. Warrior screaming and bull grunting filled the echoing chamber of the bath hall as the boy was lifted up and then carelessly dropped, over and over and ten inches at a time. The minotaur likewise thrust up to meet the falling ass as he skewered the lad with an unreasonably wide flared tip.

Beneath the warrior and unnoticed and unattended to, his magically chastised member flopped and danced, held safe in its tight metal cocoon. Despite no lock rings or clamps, there was no risk of the tube slipping off because its mystical energies adhered it directly to the skin of the human's member, as securely as a tattoo clings to the flesh. No amount of bouncing or tugging would remove the device and even if one attempted to do so it would feel as though the cock itself was being pulled out by its root.

But as the boy was fucked and bred, one long rapid stroke at a time, neither paused to consider this detail. Not the warrior, because he was still ignorant and because he had far more pressing matters on his mind. And not the bull because he rarely stopped to contemplate his slave's peckers. True, for some of his past impressively endowed slaves it was sometimes amusing to note how their straining erection bounced and danced around as they were fucked.

But for caged boys like this latest slave, the bull might go months or even years without considering the cramped package bound between their legs. That was one of the advantages of the cage, after all. Besides, a slave's sexual needs weren't merely secondary to his own -- They were a non factor and quite beneath the bull king's notice. For previous slaves, this disinterest often worked in their favor as they could self-pleasure fairly much as they chose, even while being bred. But for the current slave, this ongoing disinterest would culminate in a far more restrictive set of circumstances.

During this time, the warrior felt as though he was being ripped apart. With his arms held up above his head and his weight supported by the rampaging beast, there was little he could due to prevent being abused in this fashion. He could feel every inch of the minotaur's appendage as he was made to ride it like a common whore. Not that that the boy had any delusion that he might resist if he were unbound and unencumbered.

In a fair fight, the bull would always win. And now that he understood the difference between his and the minotaur's power, the warrior was fairly sure that he would still lose the fight even if he had his trusty sword and the element of surprise. The bull was just too powerful. A fact that was proven to him with each thrust of the bull king's muscled hips, the beast's endowment pressing into and through the lad's tightness as though there were no resistance at all. And so the warrior gave up on begging, instead conserving his energy to cope as best he could through the deep, extended breeding he was forced to endure.

The minotaur was well pleased with his new conquest, exalting in the warm smooth tightness which enveloped his member. He also looked forward to taking further advantage of the boy's mouth, but there was no rush. Both ends of the warrior would receive their due attention in time and ass and throat alike would become accustomed to the generous stretching required to take their master balls-deep.

The slave had not been his property for a full day yet and the bull was already sure the boy would become a fine bauble to add to his treasure horde. Warm yet soft. Smooth yet tight. Pliable yet soon to be markedly frisky, if the previously cage slaves were any indication. And perhaps best of all, this human slut seemed uniquely trainable. The beast looked forward to teaching the youth to worshipfully suckle upon thick lips, wide tongue, long fingers, sensitive nipples, and fat cock. And now that he knew the warrior could intuit his needs and intentions, he would ensure that the boy learned that he must behave affectionate, loving, and worshipful at all times. Because any other mode of behavior would earn him a brutally spanked ass and a whipped-raw back.

To say that the minotaur was experienced in the training of humans would have been a criminal understatement. The beast knew that as long as the rules and expectations were clear and consistently enforced, you could get a even the bravest of warriors to do just about anything. Even better, you could train them to do it themselves without prompting or reminder.

The minotaur had seen the straightest, most muscular, and cock-phobic warriors moan like whores as they "voluntarily" mounted and rode his cock to completion. And afterwards they would lick and suckle him clean, all while looking up at him to ensure he approved of their subservience. However, no jock slave started out this way. Each had to be taught from scratch and some took longer than others for the lessons to sink in. This new slave would be no different. But the bull thought it likely that the training would go faster and further than other slaves.

The human felt the pounding increase in speed and ferocity and he knew the minotaur was nearing its climax. Then he feels his stomach bloat with warmth as thick seed drips down his ass and the warrior knows it to be true. Yet the intense fucking doesn't stop until the bull's balls have fully deposited their load.

The mighty ejaculation is barely complete before the minotaur withdraws, walks around the youth, approaches him from the front, and presents his still hard member for cleaning.

He opens his mouth to protest, to explain to the bull that the baths which might clean his sweat-covered body were right there within easy reach, but this only serves to provide the beast with an opening. Five inches of disgusting, slowly softening cock are pressed into his mouth as the boy feels his own warmth upon the shrinking tip of the bull's rod. The boy begins to suspect that no shred of dignity will be permitted to him as the squeezing grip of the minotaur's hand on his throat convinces him to begin providing cleaning service.

As he sullenly begins to lick and suckle, the hand relents and blood flow is again allowed to resume its critical course between neck and body. Foolishly he tries again to plead his case, mouthing mumbled and muffled words around the beast's penis. But he ceases this silliness upon realizing that the member was responding to this agitation by slowly rising again. The warrior was no scholar but even he understood what would follow should he accidently coax the animal to a fresh erection.

Denied further energetic stimulation, the bull's flaccid cock began wilting again until it became entirely soft within the warrior's mouth. Soft and soon clean as the frustrated boy set to finishing his unhappy task.

He hadn't come to this labyrinth to be covered by the minotaur like some common feral cattle. He didn't want to spend his days in an endless cycle of getting bred, grooming the bull, and sleeping to recover his energy only to get bred again. The warrior's mind turned to escape even as the earthy flavored shaft lay upon his tongue, freshly cleaned of its copious ejaculate.

Tasks done and lusts dulled for the time being, the beast finally took the boy from the hook and placed him onto the ground. The warrior's arms ached dreadfully from hanging on them and he was glad when the bracers and spreader bar were removed.

With a firm push to his exposed behind, the young lad was directed towards the center of the bath hall, where warm water flowed freely into ornately tiled waist-high tubs. Evidently not moving fast enough for the bull's tastes, the warrior felt the minotaur's hand slap his ass with explosive force. The boy yelped out in pained surprise and ran towards the tub, unwilling to risk being struck again.

He rubbed his reddened cheeks as he waded into the warm water, trying to dull the stinging ache that had settled into the tender meat of his punished buttocks. It didn't seem at all fair, but he held back any tears of frustration that he might have been tempted to cry. The bull had gotten the pleasure he'd demanded out of his ass, regardless of the awful straining pain his invasive thrusts had caused the warrior. Had he really needed to add insult to injury by slapping the very same ass he'd just fucked?

When the boy turned around, the minotaur was gone. Off to see to whatever else there was in the maze which needed his attention. The youth tried to imagine what responsibilities took up the bull's time but came to no obvious answers. Their lives had too little in common and the boy couldn't think of what the beast might need or wish to do. Other than the obvious answer of using his hulking frame to brutally rut his slave, that is.

The warrior took the opportunity to wash himself clean, including his fucked-tender hole and his cum-soiled mouth. He was tempted to try and use this time to escape but knew the odds of finding his way out without any food or leads was essentially nil. And besides, he was distracted by examining his own body to see what the bull had done to him.

He noticed his now absent body hair but it not yet occurred to him that it would never grow back. It would take days yet before the warrior began to suspect that his leg, chest, and pubic hair were forever gone.

Far more troubling that the stripped away hair was the strange metal device on his privates. The youth poked and pulled at it, but the dick-shaped tube didn't budge. He tried applying more force but his cock root began to bitterly complain that it was being yanked too harshly. Whatever the device was, it was stuck on firmly. In the dim light the boy tried to look for any kind of key hole or opening mechanism, but he couldn't spot one with his eyes or feel any sort of clasp with his fingers.

All this attention and tugging on his shaft had the effect of reminding the youth that it had been several days since he'd taken himself in hand for relief. His cock tried to grow but immediately informed him that that the tube was too cramped and uncomfortable.

The warrior huffed in aggravation. Now not only did he need to secure food, water, a map, and some sort of escape plan, he also needed to find the damn key to this absurd penis cage. Much like it had not yet occurred to him that his body hair would never return, it similarly had not yet occurred to the lad that perhaps no such key existed. That some things which latch are not intended to unlatch. Mind untroubled by this possibility, the warrior looked forward to getting the cage off so that he could spray his seed upon the ground.

But there was nothing to be done about it now, he decided. Finishing up his bath, the boy looked around. Not seeing the minotaur, he got pulled himself out of the water.

Wondering if he was alone, he shouted a greeting. Only his echo greeted him back. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to wander away from this place but not wishing to get into trouble. His ass still stung smartly from his earlier misstep. But after a few minutes the human grew bored and so he chose a direction and began to walk.

In his mind, walking instead of running signified that he was curiously exploring rather than trying to run away. The warrior had no idea whether or not the bull's inhuman mind would agree with this, but the lad needed information regarding the maze and he wouldn't get that by sitting around in a tub waiting to get bred again.

And so the warrior once again walked through the halls of the labyrinth. Except this time it wasn't just a series of endless walls but actual rooms that he encountered. The boy realized that this must be the hidden center of the maze. Peeking his head into rooms, the warrior witnessed wealth and grandeur like he'd never seen during his days spent training as he mastered the sword and honed his body.

There was a banquet hall with long tables, covered in fine sheets and finer plates. A library with tall shelves lined with ancient, priceless tomes. There was a sunless garden, filled with verdant moss and marble statues of such purity they almost glowed. The warrior was amazed and could feel his jaw dropping. Never did he think he would see such sights in his lifetime.

Except, walking the garden the boy's expression soon turned dark as his mood went sour. Now that he was up close and could see the statues, he could tell that each depicted the minotaur with a different human slave. Each marble statue showed the fully erect beast sexually conquering the very people who had come to kill him.

In the two dozen or so statues the boy lad could see, each featured a warrior servicing their bestial master in different ways. Some were the active participant as they pushed their head down into the stoic bull's spread thighs and waiting lap, the stone cock spearing their stretched-wide lips as they pushed themselves forward, a moment frozen in time. Others were passive recipients, on hands and knees or on their back as the bull embedded himself deeply into their backside as they bit their lip or silently moaned their discomfort.

Some looked at the bull affectionately. Others averted their eyes in shame or glanced up in evident fear. One rock carved boy rode the minotaur's cock in what could only be described as an enthusiastic fashion, his face flush with excitement as his finely muscled thighs worked. The captured youth found himself experiencing a pang of jealously at this particular boy, who was depicted merrily stroking his own arousal even as he used his body to likewise pleasure his lord.

The warrior felt like vomiting. Would he too get a statue in this awful moss-covered garden? If so, what would his face show? Fear? Pain? Loathing? Or perhaps an even more disturbing emotion.

Spitting to the side of the path in disgust, the lad turned to leave only to bump head first into the giant of wall of fur and muscle that was the minotaur. And this wasn't some cold stone statue like the kind which were littered around the garden but the living bull king himself.

Worse yet, the amorous nature of the statue garden was clearly stirring fond memories within him. The warrior could only look on in horror as the creature's half-hard cock finished erecting before him. He did not wish to admit it to himself, but the bull's jutting shaft intimidated him in ways that were difficult to articulate.

The blunt, wide-tipped thing was a weapon made of flesh and it was as though its sole purpose was to skewer him, again and again. Now it wagged towards him as if reacting to his presence, large balls swinging low underneath as it flexed and strained. The whole massive package seemed alive and hungry, an apex predator which would take what it wanted from him, as many times and as often as it wished.

Taking a step back, the boy pleaded. He begged for mercy and, seeing that his words were not reaching the beast, foolishly tried to negotiate instead. He attempted to explain that this wasn't fair. That he had just serviced the bull and that it was unreasonable to demand more of him so soon. That he'd just been fucked harshly and deep, mere minutes ago! That he needed time to recover.

But the beast was not listening to the human's silly words. Which was not to say that he hadn't taken a special interest in the warrior's lovely pink lips as they opened and closed to enunciate that which the bull chose not to hear. His arousal ached to feel those lips upon it and it dripped in anticipation.

This time, the unhurried minotaur mused, perhaps the slave would learn that human throats could be bred to completion just as well and thoroughly as human asses. Yes, the king of the maze decided. That would do nicely. A timely lesson for the slave and an enjoyable way to spend part of an afternoon for the master. As for the evening, the bull had not yet decided which warm hole it would use to deposit its by then fully replenished load. And starting tomorrow the serious training could begin and the minotaur could stop being so gentle with the little thing.

Moments later the boy's futile protests were cut short as the moss covered garden filled instead with other noises. The sounds of gagging, slurping, choking, and loud grunts of hot air, uttered by a distinctly powerful pair of bestial lungs. The smell of freshly disturbed moss rose from the soft ground as the youth was pressed into the soil by the sheer weight of the bull who had mounted his head, each thrust of the demanding pole pushing the lad's head slightly deeper into the accommodating, bed-like earth. But it wasn't the scent of moss which filled the human's senses but the earthen musk of his master's sweating, straining body and turgid flesh.

The garden statues looked out in silence as history repeated itself once more. Yet another foolish warrior regretted challenging the minotaur as both his vision and his throat were filled with the thick, veiny cock of the bull king.