The Prayer
The Prayer
By: Drackir + Beefy the Bull
MiSeContest Entry: Be careful what you pray for...
I tried to write this in a way that there is no reference to the species of the character, so it's up to the imagination of the reader to decide.
MiSeContest, M/M, Minotaur, Bull, Bovine, Any species, Master/slave, Worship, Oral, Anal.
It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Am I wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished. A finger pressed against his lips and words were whispered into his ear barely above the threshold of hearing, the voice one of a distant memory his sleep addled brain could not yet recollect.
"I want to tell you a secret."
He blinked in the darkness split only by the moon's light.
"The gods are real-" the voice whispered to him "-and you are His." the lips next to his ear smiled.
Darkness filled his mind as it finally grasped the answer.
It was a dream- it felt like one- but it wasn't long before he realized this was some strange reality. He laid in what felt like a drunken haze, things seemed unimportant, the lights seemed really bright and the shadows the darkest black. The air shimmered and glittered like diamonds, he always felt warm and flush. The last thing he remembered was saying a prayer to an unfamiliar deity- he had wanted to ask something from the deity... some blessing of strength or something.
Coming to, he found himself lying in a white silk cloth on a smooth cold stone slab. Sitting up he was blinded by the shaft of pure white light descending from high above. All around him a vast but inky black room, massive fluted columns could be hardly discerned circling the slab just outside of the ring of light from above.
"Stand Boy." The deep voice's command echoed the room. It came from no discernable direction.
Now he was afraid; now he knew where he was, and why he was here. He stood slowly and the gossamer silk slid from his body to the cold stone under him. He knew with a fear in his heart what was in the shadows.
The last thing he could remember before the palace... was praying before an idol...praying to Hecata-Konassis- the god of masculinity, of male sexuality, of virility, of pleasure and strength.
"Kneel." the deep voice bellowed from the darkness, it had an ice cold edge that struck fear in the hearts of mortals.
He dropped to his knees quickly, bowing low as he regretted ever taking the advice of his friends, and praying to the idol.
"Good boy." the booming voice echoed, but it was certainly circling in the darkness. "You will serve my purposes well." the sound of hoof steps behind him echoed the room. They were heavy, slow, and leisurely. The echoing steps stopped a few yards behind him, and then the chamber filled with silence. He was shaking in fear of the Immortal that was so close and he flinched when the silence was suddenly shattered by a silver collar tossed to the floor in front of him.
"Pick it up." the voice was softer now, but still deep and commanding.
He obeyed the Immortal and a shaky hand reached out and grasped the collar. Holding it he felt its weight and the soft black velvet that padded the inside of the silver ring; bring it closer he saw the collar had a sleek internal lock, but no key holes. He pondered the collar in the deathly silence as he waited the Immortal god's next command. No keyhole meant once it was on, it would never come off- and collars were for ...slaves.
"That's right." the sudden voice of the Immortal behind him and the feel of hot breath on his back frightened him.
Does He know what I'm thinking? he thought.
"Yes." the powerful voice of the Immortal whispered startlingly close behind him.
"Put it on, and become my slave." the voice of the Immortal now came from directly in front of him, and he dropped the collar as he fell back in fright. Looking up his eyes lay upon the god for the first time.
He was in awe of the Bull-god that stood before him, the Immortal's glossy midnight-black pelt that glistened like stars as it stretched over His powerful body, His physique was appropriate for a god of strength, His body was broad and tall, His massive Greek horns and His hooves were polished to a glow. The god's whole body glimmered in the pure light that shown from above Him. The Immortal was nude and His masculinity was perfect, He was well endowed as the god of male sexuality should be.
The boy simply lay back on one hand, stunned in awe of the Bull-God before him; he felt the power of the god, the potent desire of the Bull's virility. Shaking, he slowly reached forward and grasped the collar again. Holding the opening to his neck, he paused hesitant, he was uncertain if this was what he wanted.
"I don't care what you want boy, put on the collar." the command was powerful, and not to be ignored.
He looked up again at the Immortal and slowly placed the collar around his neck. As it clicked shut the Bull-god smiled.
"Good slave." the words were almost purred.
He started to regret closing it, and tried to find the seam, but the collar was now one smooth seamless piece. The powerful hand of the Immortal grasped about his neck and gently lifted his chin.
"Wear it with pride slave. You belong to me now." the Bull-god said softly. "It's time to please your Master."
The Bull god stood before him and placed a hand to the back of his new slave's head. The slave knew what the god wanted, and he was too frightened to try to test his new Master's will. He tried to suckle and lick the massive Bull parts; maybe he could get away with only...
"No." the knowing Immortal said sternly pulling his property's face away from his loins. The slave looked up and the Master down, showing His disapproval. "You will satisfy me fully, and you will pray to me." the Bull god said tersely. In a lightning fast move the slave found himself bent over the raised stone platform in the center of the room, and his owner, his Master, his god, was behind him, the hot wet tip of the god's divinity pressing on the property's back.
"Pray to me." the god demanded.
The slave knew the words, the same words he said to the idol, and they had a different meaning now.
"Lord-Master Hecata-Konassis, please hear my prayer-" the slave started to recite shakily. "-Immortal male, please teach me the ways of your masculinity, please pour your virility into me, and allow me all of your strength, and take pleasure in my service to you, and may your lessons be strong and harsh, that I might make you proud, my Master- In the name of the lord of strength and sex." he recited the words as he quivered in fear that he might get what he prayed for. The slave remembered the first time he said that prayer, he thought it was to ask for additional strength or virility, and a tough life that provided lessons to increase his masculinity. What a fool for not knowing what it truly meant.
The immortal laughed deeply as he slid the hot, hard tip to his slave's opening.
"Beg slave." the command of his god-Master was icy.
"Master, please! Don- Nahhhooooo!" he howled as his owner pushed in, answering the slave's prayer and teaching him the ways of the Bull-god's masculinity. The powerful size of the god was backed up by His strength and force, as He allowed his slave to experience His full strength. The god thrust again and again, showing the slave his Master's will and love. The bull reached full depth again and again, His balls swinging and His crotch slapping His property's ass.
"Good slave-" the Bucking god rewarded, as He took deep pleasure in the slave's service. The fucking was strong and harsh as the slave prayed for- knowingly or not- teaching him a hard lesson.
The Bull's pace only increased and the slave writhed in pleasure and pain under his Master, bringing both closer to climax. The slave felt the fiery need to release his seed, but his god had full control over that, so he couldn't- but he needed it now! The slave tried begging and pleading the god for release, he pushed himself on the Immortal's Masculinity as far as he could; he tried offering everything he had, money, his home, even his soul!
Suddenly with a mighty roar the Bull-god released and so did his property, the Bull's cock geysering virile seed in to the slave's insides. The slave's breath heaved from the powerful and binding sex, he felt the massive hand of the Immortal bull grasp his ass and squeeze.
"It's all mine." the god's voice reminded him as he fell into the darkness of sleep.
He awoke in bed, groggily opening his eyes, and the first sight he saw was the idol of the Bull-god in its protective case looking at him from the nightstand. His heart jumped, but then he looked around and found he was in his room, in his own bed. Home- It was just a dream.
He sighed with some relief and sat up on the edge of bed, and found it odd that he was naked, and from the mess around his loins, he had had a wet dream. He stood and walked in to the adjoining bathroom and turned on the water to start washing himself up, but when he looked in the mirror he noticed the strange thin silver necklace he was wearing. He tried to pull it off in a panic but it held fast. He turned it around looking for a latch and found none. That's when the soreness in his ass returned, and he could feel a dull throb in the tender opening. He touched it with one hand and it felt ...sticky.
He almost hyperventilated when he looked back up at himself in the mirror, and saw Hecata-Konassis standing behind him. He spun around and the room behind him was empty.
"Remember you are mine. You also gave up everything you owned and even your soul." A booming voice came from the mirror behind him, and he spun back around. When he turned around he saw the bull in the mirror, but the voice now seemed to come from behind him where the reflection showed the Immortal standing. He watched in the mirror as the Bull came up behind him and placed a single hand on his shoulders- and he could even feel the weight.
"You will continue to pray to me every morning before you go about your business as usual, and every night - when you return here and offer yourself to me- slave." the Bull-god finished His commandment with a smile.
The boy looked down at his seed covered hand, and back up to the mirror, and the Immortal was gone.
End.
Note:
I tried to write this in a way that there is no reference to the species of the character, so it's up to the imagination of the reader to decide. I also intentionally tried to leave a few things ambiguous so that it's really open to the interpretations of the reader on whether 'the boy' likes the experience or not.
The end result I think is good, though it may seem bland to someone that doesn't like to use their imagination very much.