The Cave of Minos
Here is another work of mine that was inspired by a more generalized interest rather than a specific image. Basic plot, a young adult gets captured by a legendary beast after a test to prove his bravado goes horribly wrong.
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The Cave of Minos
Every one knew about the Cave of Minos. There were many scary bed time stories about the beast that was suppose to reside in the cave. When I was young, my parents would often say that if I did not do my chores, Asterion would devour me whole.
As one grew older, the cave became less a reason to obey ones parents, and more a place to show bravado. My friends and I would spend many minutes with our backs to the cave opening, waiting to see who would chicken out first. My personal best was 4 minutes and 56 seconds. Eventually, however, this was not enough. One of my friends bet that I could not go 50 feet into the cave. Not wanting to look cowardly, I agreed.
As we approached the cave entrance, I was handed a ball of thread measured out to 50 feet with a stake at one end. If I managed to reach the end of the string and return, I would not only have proved my courage by doing the unthinkable, but I would also be 500 dollars richer. After driving the stake into the soft ground near the entrance, I ventured into the unknown.
After walking for roughly 30 feet through a twisting passage way, the path split in two. Taking the left fork, I continued until the thread ran out. With my challenge completed, I picked up a small pebble from the cavern floor before heading back towards the entrance. However, when I reached the fork, the string went towards the right fork rather than the exit. In a move that I would come to regret, I followed the string; nervous at what I would find.
After continuing for roughly 30 feet, I ran straight into a furry wall and fell flat on my back. As I looked up my eyes widened in horror at the sight before me. Standing 7 and a half foot tall was none other that the beast that had brought me so much fear during my childhood; Asterion. In a deep and smooth voice, the Minotaur demanded, "What are you doing in my abode Human?"
Not wanting to stay and answer, I scrambled to my feet and ran towards what I hoped was the exit. Some how I managed to find the entrance passageway and I soon caught sight of my friends. At first they did not know why I was running towards them. Soon, however, one of them called out, "RUN Asterion is behind you." I doubled my pace in a mad hope to reach the exit in time. However, this was all for naught. Just ten feet from freedom, a giant stone rolled in front of the exit, sealing me in. As I stood there is shock as I heard the faint screams of my 'friends' running away in terror.
With considerable fear, I turned around to face the beast who I feared would devour me. As the bull approached me, I noticed that his left hand was shrouded in a dark blue glow. Not giving me time to ask about it, He raised his glowing hand, causing several green vines to lance out an attach themselves to my limbs. In a quick but gentle manner, I was forced onto my back with my limbs spread eagle.
In a fearful whimper, I asked what my captor would do to me. In a chiding tone, he replied, "You came here for arrogant reasons, seeking to stroke your foolish pride. I aim to teach you a lesson in humility." In a pitiful tone, I begged Asterion to let me go. To this he responded, "I may let you go, but first I will leave you completely dependent upon the care of others." After saying this, he commanded a vine to gag me. To my surprise, the gag quickly took the shape of a pacifier.
In an ominous tone, the bull states, "That is only a taste of what is to come human." As I tried like mad to spit out the fleshy pacifier that had cords looped around the back of my head to keep it it place, the Minotaur cast a blue bolt from his right hand. The bolt struck, leaving me in naught but my skin and the vines binding me. With his left hand, the Minotaur cast another bolt that was aimed straight at my genitals.
As the energy dissipated, I watched in horror as my cock and balls shrunk to the size of a new born boys. My new member was only just over an inch long, incapable of hardening, and had its foreskin restored. My new balls were the size of tiny marbles with a taut scrotum encasing them. As I stared on in despair, Asterion commented, "Thats much better. Now for the rest of you body." After saying this, the bull cast another bolt from his left hand that hit me square in the chest.
I screamed into the fleshy pacifier as my body began to shrink. My limbs shortened and my torso began to compress inward. My head underwent similar compression and the hair on my body started to fall out. As my body got smaller my features became more infantile. My bony cheeks and adams apple disappeared and were replaced with a thin lay of baby fat over my once young adult body. The soft brown hair on my head fell out leaving me bald. In addition, my screams increased in pitch as my body shrunk. Finally after several minutes, my frame stopped shrinking. My new body was roughly the size of a new born relative to my captor.
While my earlier struggles against the organic bonds yielded little motion, I now felt like I was bound in concrete. As a answer to my questions, Asterion launched into a longwinded explanation of my situation. "And now your lesson in humility begins. I have shrunk you down to the size of an infant, and in the process, left your muscles as weak as a newborns. You will also soon discover that I have done away with you ability to control your bladder. You would also have no control over your bowel movements, but since the food I will give you is easy to digest, you won't have to worry about such unpleasantries. If only your cowardly friends could see you now; helpless and dependent on the care of others."
As the minotaur cast a bolt that dispelled the vines binding me, I tried to get up and walk away. However, I could not even get off my back, let alone standup. Continuing his explanation, Asterion stated, "Your ability to walk has also been effected. While under my spell, you shall stay in this form and never be able to do more than a toddler who is easily snatched up by a skillful father." As he picked me up, I tried to use my bodily functions against my captor. Quickly giving up pissing on him, I spit square in his face with a defiant glare in my eyes.
To this, my bovine captor stated, "It seems that like most calves, you have discipline issues. No matter, this is easy enough to 'adjust'." After making this veiled threat, my captor skillfully bound my hands behind my back with the bindings on my wrists connected to a coil around my neck. With my arms taken care of, Asterion positioned me over his knees in the classic spanking position. Knowing what he had in store for me, I kicked my legs as hard as I could in a vain attempt to free myself. Of course this did little but tickle the minotaur as he bound my ankles together.
With his left hand keeping me from rolling of his lap, the bull raised his right hand in a threatening manner. I looked back at my captor pleading with my eyes for him to have mercy. To this he answered, "Before I start, know that I don't do this with pleasure. I do this to help you become a properly obedient child." As soon as he finished this statement, the Minotaur brought his right hand down hard onto my bare ass. The burning pain of a hard spanking hit me immediately and I struggled against the iron grip of my captor. Again his hand came down sending another flare of pain through me.
He continued this for an all but uncountable period of time. I made no attempt to keep track, for the pain was simply too great. About half way through, I lost control and started bawling my eyes out. I screamed into the pacifier for my captor to stop, yet he continued without mercy. Finally with both my eyes and buns bright red, Asterion stopped his corrective action and undid my bonds.
As I lay there on his lap, crying harder than I had ever had in my entire life, my captor pulled me into a soft embrace, resting my head against his chest. In a conciliatory tone, Asterion stated, "Shh the worst is over little one. As long as you do what I tell you, you will never feel the sting of my hand again. In its place, you shall only know my endless love and compassion. I will make sure that for the rest of your life with me, you have not a care in the world."
While offering the these reassurances, the minotaur gently stroked my back to comfort me in the face of what I was slowly realizing was a necessary lesson. I had been very rude to Asterion, both by trespassing in his home and by spitting in his face. I had done plenty to deserve his punishment and this thought brought another round of tears to me. Through all of this, the bovine held me close within his bosom, offering sincere assurances that I would be well cared for.
After staying like this for several minutes, Asterion stated, "We'd best go home, you must be really hungry and tired from the effects of my spell." Too exhausted to resist his inescapable yet gentle grip, I let the Minotaur carry me deeper into the cave. Since I had no chance of escape in my current form, I made no effort to keep track of where my captor was going. With my head rested against his chest, I could not help but smell Asterion's wonderful musk. In addition, the minotaur hummed in a gentle tone. These two qualities combined to leave me in a semi-conscious state.
After being carried hundreds of feet deeper into the cave, the two of us arrived at our home. Hidden behind a labyrinth of passageways and many lethal traps, there was no way I would escape, or any of my friends and family be able to rescue me. After gathering a towel, Asterion carried me to a bathroom. Shortly after entering, the minotaur pulled out a bath chair and wash basin that had been designed for infants about my size. To my questioning gaze, Asterion stated, "I might as well wash you off first. It has been so long since I had a calf to look after."
Once the basin was filled with water, whose warmth met the bulls satisfaction, he gently lowered my infantile body into the safe embrace of the bath chair. The feeling of the warm water enveloping my soft skin instantly put me at ease. With considerable care, Asterion used a small cup to cover the parts of my body that were not underwater. Once I was sufficiently wet, the bovine worked a good lather onto his hands and gave my body a through rubdown. While they were very large in comparison to my body, he attended to my undeveloped muscles with great skill. Through all of this, I simply laid back and enjoyed my captors ministrations.
With the front of my body throughly cleaned, the Minotaur turned his attentions to my back. With the same attention to detail he had shown to my chest and limbs, Asterion massaged my back with his lathered hands. To this I could not help but moan in pleasure. After rinsing off the lather, and laying me on my back again, Asterion stated, "Since you have been a good boy so far, I might as well reward you." To my questioning gaze, the minotaur simply gave a slightly devious smile before he started to gently rub my small member. While it was incapable of getting hard, let alone shooting any seed, the actions of my captor none the less gave me considerable pleasure.
After spending several minutes stroking me, I felt a tidal wave of euphoria washed over me. During the uncountable minutes that this lasted, my mind temporarily blacked out. When I came to again, my first sight was that of Asterion with a large smile on his face. Shortly afterwards, he stated, "While you may have the body of a newborn, you are still capable of experiencing a 'dry' orgasm. If you continue to be a good boy there will be plenty more where that came from."
With my body cleaned, Asterion carried me out of the bathroom and placed me on a piece of furniture that upon first glance looked like a tall night stand with a vinyl pad on top. While at first I saw nothing threatening in the structure, this changed when the minotaur tightened a strap across my waist. Adding to that, Asterion opened a cabinet below me and pulled out a diaper. Upon seeing this, I resumed my struggles and kicked my legs hard in a futile attempt to escape. In a chiding tone, the minotaur stated, "Do you need to have another adjustment applied to your backside."
With my memories of the earlier spanking still fresh, I ceased my struggles. The minotaur gently lifted my legs and liberally applied baby powder to my behind. Once this was done, Asterion fastened the childish garment around my waist. As embarrassed as I was at being treated this way, secretly I enjoyed the feeling of the diaper cradling my infantile member. Asterion picked up on this and gave the front of my diaper a gentle rub while patting my belly.
In a fruitless attempt to prove him wrong, I tried to remove the embarrassing garment. However, with my shrunken and uncoordinated hands, I made no progress. After giving me a bemused wag of his finger, the bovine shrouded my hands in locking mittens that forced my fingers into a fist. With weak arms behind them, any punch would cause me more pain than Asterion. With the exception of my lack of fur, my head, and my lack of a tail, I now looked like a calf of the minotaur.
With my defeated body cradled in his arms, Asterion carried me into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Placing my head near one of his nipples and removing the fleshy pacifier, he commanded me, "you must be very hungry my little calf. Unlike your species, both males and females feed their calves . Go ahead and suckle on your Papa's teat." Despite my desire not to, I felt a powerful instinct within begging me to latch on. Indeed the events of the last hour or more had left me quite hungry and very tired. Against my rational mind, I latched on and sucked like the hungry calf that I was.
At this action, Asterion laid back and sighed with pleasure. In a contented tone, the bovine stated, "It has been so long since I last had a calf to feed. I do enjoy the feeling of an infants toothless mouth." Shortly after this, I felt a warm liquid flowing onto my tongue. While it tasted like the cows milk that I had with my cereal in the morning, I was far richer and more delicious.
I continued suckling for several minutes until my shrunken stomach could hold no more. As I settled into a drunken stupor, Asterion commented in a bemused tone, "My my you were quite hungry. If you had gone just a little longer, I would have had to have you switch teats." Getting up from the sofa where he had fed me and replacing the pacifier, the Minotaur carried my barely conscious body to his bedroom. To the right side of Asterion's bed was a bassinet that was at the same level as the mattress.
After placing my semi-conscious body in the small bed, Asterion settled down beside me and stated in a relaxed tone, "Good night little one. Tomorrow I will introduce you to some of my friends." Incapable and too tired to complain in any meaningful way, I surrendered to the exhaustion that was overtaking me. The last sensation I felt was Asterion gently rubbing my head. While I slept, my dreams centered on my life up until this point. In the course of a night, my life flashed before my closed eyes. Whether it was my earliest childhood memories, or the events of the previous day, I looked on them with a depressed melancholy.
When what passed for morning under ground arrived, I held put hope that the events of the past 12 hours were only a dream. Before opening my eyes, I thought that I would wake in my own bed with the body of a young adult. This was most definitely not the case. The ruffled edge of the bassinet was still there, and my body was still that of an infant.
As if this was not bad enough, I felt a new sensation between my legs. In place of the dry and soft padding of the diaper Asterion had fitted me with, I now felt a warm and wet surface hugging my crotch. A quick look confirmed my worst fears. While asleep, I had made use of my diaper like a young child would have. The front panel, which had been plain white, now had pink cartoonish animal prints that only served to mock my incontinence.
Once again overwhelmed with despair at my situation, I cried out to who ever would hear me. Having been awoken by my pleadings, Asterion looked over the side of my bed with a slight smile. In a bemused tone, the bovine stated, "Aw your a wet little boy aren't you. I'd best get you changed, don't want my little calf getting a rash." Gently scooping up my body, Asterion held me close to his chest and hummed softly to calm me. It took several minutes, but eventually my cries subsided.
Once I had settled down, the minotaur took me over to the changing table and secured the waist strap. Since I saw no point in resisting my captors efforts, I simply laid on the contoured pad while Asterion prepared the necessary tools. With a grace that I could not hope to emulate, the bull undid the tapes and slid the used garment out from beneath me. After giving my crotch a through cleaning, Asterion covered my diaper area with plenty of baby powder. Preparations complete, the minotaur slid a fresh diaper under my rump. Despite the revulsion I had earlier felt at being forced to such a demeaning garment, I had to admit that the feeling of a fresh diaper caressing my loins felt very good.
Sensing my conflicted thoughts, Asterion gave the front of my diaper a gentle rub. I could not help but shutter with pleasure at this action. After undoing the waist strap, the bull stated in a matter of fact tone, "I might as well get you dressed, since I have a few errands to run. It would be neglectful of my to leave a helpless calf here alone." Asterion spent some time rummaging around in a nearby dresser, until he found some clothes that met his satisfaction.
When I saw what my captor picked, my heart sank down to my feet. The outfit he intended to clothe me in was a bright pink onesie with plenty of ruffles around waist. As I struggled to escape inevitable humiliation, Asterion stated in a chiding tone, "How long will it take you to learn that as my calf you have no choice but to obey me." In-spite of my feeble protests, the minotaur managed to slip my arms into the sleeve holes and smoothed the sides along my flanks. Once he fastened the crotch snaps, I knew there was no point in fighting further. The final insult was a pair of pink booties that were tightly secured onto my useless feet.
Now fully dressed, Asterion picked me up and carried me to the garage of his house. In the center of the garage was a navy blue convertible that looked analogous to a high end Mercedes. On the passenger side was a rear facing child seat, which Asterion tightly secured my within. I tried to undue the fastenings, but my weak bound hands quickly got no where. After getting in, the Minotaur started the car and drove off into an extensive tunnel system.
While driving along, Asterion talked at great length about his kind. "My Species has lived underground for thousands of years. I serve as a sentinel on one of the few openings we have to the outside world. It is a very lucrative occupation, which explains why I have such a nice car. Anyways, the main reason for this little trip is to get some groceries. Prior to that, I was thinking of showing you some of the sights of Tau City, the nearest place to my home."
We traveled for several minutes through tunnels that gradually got larger and larger. What started as two lane back roads, quickly progressed into three and four lane highways. With a sudden and dramatic flourish, the tunnel ended and the two of us entered a giant underground dome. I watched in amazement as the ceiling got higher and higher. To the left and right, I saw the tops of one and two story buildings that one would expect on the outskirts of a major city.
Further in, the smaller buildings gave way to multi-floor office complexes. The designs of these structures, while having some similarities to the cities I have known, had a much more futuristic appearance. As we entered the downtown area, there were very tall buildings that almost reached dome ceiling, roughly 2500 feet above the road we were on. Near the city center, there was a circular and expansive city park, whose trees were fed from sun lamps in the dome ceiling. Continuing his explanation, Asterion stated, "That is Torus Park, our destination. In addition to showing you the sights, I also want to show my kind what I do to persistent Interlopers."
After finding a parking spot, Asterion got out of the car and spent some time rummaging around in the trunk. When he came around to the passenger side of the car, I noticed Asterion was wearing something that at first glance looked like a backpack. As I observered that it was facing forwards, I realized that the device was a baby carrier. I struggled as the minotaur undid the restraints and slipped me into the device. With arms as strong as his, my attempts to escape were no stronger then those of a feisty child. In the end, my body settled into the carrier, with my back facing Asterion's chest. I was held up by my crotch, which rested in a diaper shaped and heavily padded material. Asterion then made sure that all the material around me was snug.
The next hour or so was spent wandering around the park. I often thought of kicking my captor in the balls, but my legs were neither long enough nor strong enough to do any damage. As we traveled through the park, many of the bulls that passed us by gave lots of second glances. A few even asked questions of my condition. When this happened, I did my best to hide my face.
Eventually we came to a stream that cut through the center of the park. While over looking a series of rapids, I suddenly felt an urge to relieve myself. I tried like mad to control my bladder, but the sound of running water was too much for me. Barely able to keep my emotions in check, my diaper once again became warm and damp. While I was distraught at loosing control again, I tried to hide my embarrassing act from Asterion till he could change me in a private location.
I nearly succeeded at this until the minotaur stated, "I'd best check to make sure that your still a dry boy." I yelped in surprise as Asterion stuck his index finger into my diaper near my balls. In reaction, the bull stated, "I guess I can't blame you for wetting yourself. After all you did have plenty of inspiration right in front of you." After walking over to a picnic bench that was right beside a well traveled stone pathway, Asterion opened a container on the back of the carrier. Out of the pouch, he removed a water-proof changing pad. baby powder, wipes. and a fresh diaper. To my utter shock, I realized that the bull intended to change me in front of a passing crowd.
As Asterion removed me for the carrier, I struggled like mad to avoid the coming embarrassment. Of course my resistance amounted to nothing. After laying me on my back, the bull deftly removed the girly onesie that had done nothing to protect my dignity. While laying there in naught but a diaper, I watched with dread as those passing by gave my infantile body plenty of glances.
I was quickly shaken out of that thought by the audible sound the tapes that fastened my diaper being undone. For the second time that day, my groin was left exposed in the fresh air. As Asterion throughly wiped my groin and buttocks. I once again lost control of my emotions. Now well cleaned, the minotaur lifted me close to his chest as I cried my eyes out. In a low and calming tone, Asterion stated, "Don't cry my little calf. Your papa's right here and he will always take care of you." While saying this, he gently stroked my back in an effort to calm me.
After a seemingly uncountable amount of time, my cries subsided to mere whimpers. I was returned to the changing pad and a fresh diaper was secured around me. While still deeply embarrassed, I had no choice but to except that in my current state, Asterion was the one who controlled access to my genitals. Once dressed, I was again secured in the carrier and my captor resumed traversing Torus Park. While the two of us spent an additional hour there, thankfully I did not have to be changed again.
After returning to the car, Asterion once again secured me in the car seat and then drove off to our next destination. About half a minute later, the car pulled into the parking lot for a grocery store. To my incredulous look, Asterion stated, "While my wealth would allow me hire others for the procurement of every day essentials, I prefer to take care of matters myself." After finding a good parking space, my bovine captor removed me from my car seat. This time, however, I was merely held in his strong arms rather than secured in the carrier he had used at Torus Park.
Once inside the door, Asterion procured a shopping cart that had a child seat mounted on it. This was necessary, since in my current state, I could not roll on to my belly, let alone sit up. As my captor walked through the store, retrieving the staples of life, several shoppers could not resist commenting on how cute I was. Several of them requested to hold me, a request that Asterion was happy to grant. While in the arms of one admiring stranger, hiding my face in shame, I suddenly realized that I had once again used my diaper for its intended purpose. What made this realization worse was the fact that I had no recollection of consciously emptying my bladder.
As I was returned to the shopping cart, I thought that I had succeeded in hiding another embarrassing accident. Once again I was proven wrong. As soon as the other shopper left, Asterion undid the crotch snaps on my onesie. The diaper beneath was covered in babyish prints that I loved to hate. In a mirthful tone, the minotaur stated, "Don't worry my little calf, This time I'll change you in a more private setting. As for how I'm able to tell when your a wet boy, it is as easy as looking at your legs: You spread them slightly wider whenever your damp."
Once again realizing the near total control Asterion had over me, I simply laid there in shocked silence as my keeper found a family restroom with a changing table attached to the wall. From there it was a well set procedure. After being disrobed, I was placed on the table in naught but the used diaper. The waist belt was tightly secured, even though I could do nothing to impede the coming act. The tapes were undone, my legs were lifted, and the used garment was disposed of. With considerable care, the bull used plenty of wipes and powder to clean my backside. He also took plenty of time to gently play with my boy bits. Once satisfied, Asterion quickly fastened a fresh diaper that comfortably framed my flanks. Once dressed again, we left to continue our shopping.
There were several more embarrassing encounters with the locals, but after several more minutes, the ordeal was over. After securing me in the car seat again and returning the cart, Asterion began the drive home. Once all the grocery items had been unloaded, the afternoon and evening proceeded in much the same manner as the first night I had spent in the custody of Asterion. The minotaur held me on his lap as I happily suckled from his teats. Despite the lingering sense of denial and revulsion that still dwelt within me, I was starting to except my new position. In particular, I enjoyed the special times in the morning and evening, when I was gently held in Asterion's bosom and fed till I could drink no more.
As exhaustion started to over take me, my captor took me to the bathroom and lovingly cleaned my body. Before readying me for bed, Asterion also took time to give me another dry orgasm, for how well I had behaved during the day. Once dried off, I was dressed in a footed sleeper that covered all but my face. The mittens on my hands, and the locking zipper made sure that I would be unable tamper with my outfit or the diaper beneath it.
As my captor carried me to the bedroom, he stated in a matter of fact tone, "I have given this some thought for the past day, and I have come to the conclusion that you are far to cute to let go. As such, I have decided to keep you as my calf for the rest of your natural life." Hearing this sudden change of plans brought the emotions I had felt during the initial moments of my capture. Once again I cried out so loaned that I thought the whole world would hear me. Asterion simply gave my emotions time to settle, while holding me close and offering assurances that he would never leave me. Once I had settled down, the bull gently laid me to rest in the bassinet besides his bed. I slowly faded into an exhausted slumber, as my keeper looked on in a fawning manner.
Several months past and I quickly grew more and more accepting of the fact that Asterion had near absolute control over my life. A good example of this was what ever I would be wearing or not wearing. My keeper once stated to me in a mirthful tone, "You must learn that you have no say over most if not all of your life. If I want you to play in the fountains of Torus Park naked as a jay bird, than you shall do so without any shame."
This proved to be quite an accurate statement. Around the house my outfits varied between the the full coverage of a sleeper or the relative exposure of a diaper. There was a small yard like space outside the back of the house, where Asterion would often play with me. Since there was little consequence for my lack of bladder control, I was almost always naked when playing in the yard. I especially grew to love the way he would remove my diaper and then give me a light pat on my behind to send me off into the yard.
Similarly, when our play was in the water, whether at home or out and about, the diaper was quickly removed. Of course, he would occasionally leave it on till it became overloaded with water. It bought my keeper many laughs to see me stumble about with a thick, heavy, and soaking diaper between my legs. While initially embarrassing, I soon found myself joining his laughter. Thankfully, once he had had his humor, the minotaur would strip me to run around free and in the nude.
Over time I relearned how to crawl and walk. Naturally my firsts in the relearning process were greeted with many compliments on the part of Asterion. As the year passed, I found myself acting in a much more childlike manner. Even more surprising was the fact that I was not disturbed by this in the least. Similarly, Asterion acted in a more fatherly manner towards me. Over time we stopped viewing each other as captor and captive. Instead, I forgot my previous life and came to view myself as an adoptive child of my loving bovine caretaker. I may have lost many of the hard fought freedoms of my prior life, but in the end, I was happy to trade them for a father figure with whom I could be a well loved perpetual child.
The End