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Hypnovember 2023: Day 4 Master/Slave

Written by: TiranMaster

The Minotaur marched forward, his chains rattling, his muscles bulging, his cock at half mast within its cage. He was a brutish dark figure, a pair of tall horns sprouting from his head, a chain jangling between the two. "Please, release us!" an adventurer called out, throwing himself against the bars and looking pleadingly up at the hulking figure.

Letting out a snort, the red eyes of the Minotaur narrowed, a line of steam escaping his nostrils as he leaned in. "The Master still has plans for you, little pest, you will be made to fall in line soon enough," he growled. The adventurer cowered, stepping back into the shadows of his cage to sit with the others once more.

Standing tall again, the Minotaur growled as he felt his collar pulse against his neck, the Master was calling him, and he was to obey. His nipples grew erect as he imagined his Master praising him, scolding him, giving him a new piercing, he just wanted to be in his Master's sight. The massive figure left from the dungeons, each step followed by the rattling of the chains that wrapped around his biceps, each locked at the cuffs on each of his wrists. Each piece of metal he wore was inscribed with sigils, none of them the Minotaur understood, but he knew they were what allowed his Master power over him.

Thinking of the Master made him let out a small moo as his cock pressed up against the cage, desperate to be touched, his arousal always a low burn at the edge of his mind. Soon he walked into the mirror room, and the bull's face fell as he knew this would be the Master's daily test. This was the room that tested the Master's slaves, made them face their worst fears. And as he strolled into the massive room, he found himself face to face with a bull, so small, so weak by comparison, but in standard adventurer's gear. "Fight him, you massive idiot!"

"Never," the Minotaur growled, his voice grating like two rocks being ground against one another, he started forward as the small weak male followed him. Their steps were in perfect sync, unable to be disconnected by their movements.

"He turned you into this, he's forcing you to act like this, can't you see that?! Do you even remember our name?!" the bull yelled, his face contorted in anger, but he kept pace perfectly.

The collar burned hot around the Minotaur's neck, the Master's call was growing louder, he needed to hurry. "That name is dead, I am the Minotaur, Master's dungeon master, his muscles in the dark," the beast growled. Even now he could feel himself swelling just a little larger, and the adventurer growing just a little smaller. According to the older slaves, those who'd been with the Master the longest, one day the Minotaur would see himself as he truly was. The weak part of himself fed the beast, made him stronger, fitter, more subserviant to the Master.

"Our name is-" The words that the bull said said were deadened as the Master's voice filled his head instead, loud, dark, and overpowering the voice of the Minotaur's old self.

" Minotaur." The name was so powerful, sexy, the Minotaur's knees shook as he reached up and pulled on his large nipple rings, growling as his cock throbbed.

The reflection looked repulsed, he was so small, so weak, so innocent. He wore a full set of adventurer's leathers, a clean and respectable looking adventurer. Nothing like the grungy beast the Minotaur was now, sexually charged, piercings hanging from his nostril, ears, and his nipples. The Master had even toyed with piercing his cock, that idea sent the Minotaur into pleasurable visions of the Master praising the jewelry hanging from his shaft. "You're ignoring me!" his reflection shouted.

"You are nothing," the Minotaur growled, slowing as they drew close to the door at the end of the hallway, the Master's room. "The Master has taken me and turned me into something better, greater, I don't need to think of anything but him. Treasure is worthless, allies are pointless, the Master is everything." His gleaming red eyes met with the blue eyes of the bull, causing the younger naive version of himself to shrink under his gaze. "One day, you will be gone, and all that will be left is the Master's perfect Minotaur," he growled.

Already the beast's muscles swelled, his cock grew larger and tighter in its cage, his features grew a bit darker and more terrifying. "This isn't you... this isn't us, can't you remember that anymore?" his past version asked. But the Minotaur didn't respond, he walked to the Master's doors and threw them open, walking into the room before the doors shut behind him leaving the fading reflection behind.

In the room beyond, a dragonborn man sat upon a throne, his golden scales glistening in firelight, his body lounging in the large opulent throne he'd set up. The dragonborn wore nothing but a sorcerer's cloak, his gleaming sigil eyes glowing within the cowl. To either side of him were a pair of beastmen, they were newcomers, still being molded by the Master's magic. As all of them were, the Master kept his newest pets the closest, so that they couldn't escape his bindings. Both stood with glowing red eyes, the sigils on their collars burning brightly as they subdued their minds. "Master, how can I serve you?" the Minotaur growled, kneeling on one knee, his pleasure obvious as his cock quivered in its cage.

Underneath the cloak, the sorcerer's eyes turned towards the Minotaur, his expression unreadable as he sat up in the chair. "My loyal Minotaur, I wanted to see you," he said, standing up and strolling down a set of stairs, his two newest thralls following him a few steps before he waved his hands. "Back to your positions, fools," he snapped, and they did as commanded.

The Minotaur was far larger than his Master, at one point they'd been eye to eye... but those days were so fuzzy now. The Master reached up and held the Minotaur's massive face in his scaled hands, this close he could see the dragonborn's face pulled into a smile. "I'm so glad to see you, my beloved beast, I don't get to see you enough locked away in the dungeons."

"I am always at your command, Master." The Minotaur buzzed with pleasure as the dragonborn's hands moved down, to fiddle with his collar, playing with his nose ring. The dragonborn's tail waved in obvious pleasure as he curled his arms around the bull man's neck and ordered him to lift him, and so the Minotaur did. In the beast's massive arms, the dragonborn almost looked small, his eyes meeting the red eyes of the Minotaur, the slave feeling the magic about his mind being reinforced.

"I really outdid myself when I enslaved you, Minotaur," the Master purred, kissing the Minotaur on his nose. "Once the last of that adventurer is cleared out of your mind, you will be a magnificent monster," he chuckled, gesturing back towards his throne with a lazy hand. The Minotaur obeyed the unspoken command, depositing the dragonborn back onto his throne. "Bring me a couple of those adventurers up from the dungeons, won't you, my dear Minotaur? I think it's time I make a few more, I thought I saw a piggy amongst them. Don't you think a boar would be awfully sexy?" the dragonborn asked, grinning as he fingered his draconic slit.

Bowing deeply, the Minotaur stood, his red eyes glowing brightly in the presence of his Master. "Of course, my lord, right away." He would have to walk through the mirrored room three more times today... perhaps today would be the day his old self would vanish... but anything for his Master, he was an obedient pet, and he loved to serve. The beast walked back towards the exit, his body brimming with magic, and the collar always serving as a reminder of his obedience and loyalty to the Master.