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RETURN OF THE LABYRINTH: RESPECT AND CONSIDERATION

Bruce and Trent made it a point to get cleaned up as soon as they finished their dinner, then went downstairs to their quarters and got changed into uniform, to look proper for their last guard duty shift before the planned expedition. Matt got himself cleaned up a little and then dressed, before announcing he was retiring for the night, to the Sanctum with his brother again. The four new research group members then got themselves cleaned up next, before announcing their departure to go retrieve and pack their stuff for the expedition. Justin and Mike remained to help with the packing of everything. The three magistrate's and their acolytes were jointly experiencing a moment, that made them feel like the whole research endeavor had now come full circle for them, after starting out as three separate projects and then wrapping up tonight as one.

The six of them thought it was best for them to finally clean themselves up and then begin the process of cleaning up the loft, as well as start the packing and prepping of everything they think they will need for the expedition. By the time all eight of the group members had finished packing the books and maps back up, they heard curiously heavy but soft footsteps come up the stairs and briefly looked at each other confused. Stan and Tony sniffed the air, as the footsteps came to a stop at the entry and then a skin colored tile was slid under the door. Both wolves looked at each and smirked, after having their sense of smell being triggered by a familiar equine scent. They then walked to the doors together and opened them to welcome the unexpected guests into the loft.

“Good evening Don and Max. Mind if we ask why you were allowed past Bruce and Trent without proper notification from us...?" Tony trailed off when noticing that not only were they both naked, but also displaying semi hard cocks glistening from recently fucking someone.

He then noticed Don was holding a rolled piece of paper with a familiar wax seal keeping it together. The wolf man didn't give his thoughts a moment to get conflicted and folded his arms. Lance and the three acolytes remained at the empty map table and couldn't help but stare at the large glistening cocks on the two visitors. Justin and Mike were further into the background and watching from behind a table, within one of the unlit room's shadows. Both remained where they were and simply watched. Don then handed the rolled paper to Stan and folded his arms, before engaging with Tony in some staring contest, as the seal was broken. Max chuckled, then noticed his captive audience and winked their way, while Stan read the letter that was obviously from the Council.

Honored research team. We are very pleased with the progress reported by Matt and Cid. After much deliberation during and after the interrogation earlier today, we are agreed to authorize official departure from the Citadel tomorrow morning. Arrangements have already been made, to ensure you have sufficient basic supplies and travel resources for the long journey. We have also sent word ahead to the citadel nearest to your destination, to accommodate any travel needs that may manifest along the way and provide brief accommodations for rest as well. Be sure and conduct yourselves properly within their walls and be mindful of all protocols while staying there. Their citadel is less progressive. We will meet one last time before you leave the safety of our community in the morning.

The Council.

No longer than it took Stan to read the letter, Tony and Don had already engaged in their own lewd version of a sword fight. Both wolf and horse were smirking at each other, as they throbbed their bobbing cocks and forced them to slap together wetly with dripping syrup. Him and Max just shrugged and then in unison, lightly elbowed the one next to them in the ribs. The sword fighting stopped with an audible huff from both competitors. Stan then sniffed the air beyond the two horsemen and smelled Four more present downstairs. Tony sniffed the air as well and he immediately recognized two of the equine signatures as Seth and his mate. This visit was important to the Herd itself.

“Who is guarding the loft?" Stan inquired directly of Don, while rolling the paper back up.

“Two whelps. Chester and John. We first handed the two guardsman their copy of the same letter, then escorted them into their quarters to pay the toll." The horseman replied grinning.

“Don't worry. The whelps know what they are doing and even put on the removed uniforms to look the part, while we thoroughly filled the pups." Max added, as his cock began to get hard and drip.

“What about the other two?" Tony asked.

“Seth and his mate came along to personally assess the research group themselves." Don admitted reluctantly. “They want to be sure you are ready for what you may encounter."

“Apparently you haven't seen the stuff on the machine yet." Tony quipped. “To say our perception of the Minotaur and how they live is radically altered… is an understatement."

“Well then. That should make their visit tonight even easier for all of you." Max assures.

“There is also more to go with that letter, that is a personal message from the lead councilman herself. We are being brought on board with the project itself… but in a detached and distant manner. She would not state the reason specifically, but the tone in her voice communicated that she was concerned for the safety of the research project itself." Don continues.

“That is curious. I thought we already had sufficient amount of guards assigned to us for protection against possible Sentinel ambush." Tony challenged politely.

“The Sentinels, yes. But not the others. She has concerns there may be attempts by people abroad, that are less progressive and receptive of the popular gossip, whom may make attempts to sabotage your journey. She thus thought it necessary to create a discreet advanced scout party to venture ahead towards the next citadel and seek out such interruptions along the route." Don returned.

“So we decided to deliver the primary message personally and make our project membership official. How about we seal the deal together gentlemen." Max finished.

The horsemen then reached forward to cradle the heads of the wolf brothers and began to kiss them passionately. At this point, Stan's own cock was also hard and slapping against Max's shaft wetly. The captive audience simply stood quietly and watched the spectacle develop, as their cocks became hard and dripped again. Stan and Tony then broke the kiss and stepped aside, to let the new group members into the loft. Max emitted a quick soft whistle towards the stairs, before stepping through with Don. More soft heavy footsteps were heard as Seth and his mate came up the stairs. Stan had never seen Seth's mate before and was taken aback by his striking appearance and masculine beauty.

This horseman could easily be mistaken for an albino at a distance. But once he stepped into the light of the open entry, he displayed brilliantly blue eyes. Although he was a very hairy man, not one strand on his entire body had a curl. The body hair itself flowed right over his contours like a very thin fur coat and seamlessly flowed right into his full beard at the neck. The hair on his head was short flowed straight back across it. The two elder horsemen also repeated the gesture of the long passionate kiss, before stepping into the loft past the two wolves. Tony saw the look of surprise on his nephew's face and snickered, before jointly closing the entry with him. The four herd members took up positions at the emptied dinner table and then proceeded to explain their presence for everyone to hear.

“For those of you unfamiliar with who we actually are…" Don started.

“Aside from some of you briefly meeting two of us of course." Max interjected politely.

“...we are horsemen or what your written lore books would call werehorses." Don finished. “We have been around just as long as the Minotaur and the Brotherhood and have been instrumental in establishing our kind's presence among humans once again. It has been a persistent struggle spanning multiple generations. We are most grateful for the existence of a citadel, as progressive as this one, to be so close to our primary base of Herd operations. Cranston."

There was a pause as everyone then looked into the dimly lit room, at the barely visible outline of Justin and Mike. Justin then turned his head and looked at Mike and smirked. Mike then rolled his eyes and sighed, before walking around the table and into the better lit threshold of the entry. He noticed the one with the white hair right away and stopped. Justin came up right beside him.

“That's right. The one named Mike grew up in Cranston." Don remarked and grinned.

Mike fought hard to not blush for being put on the spot by a horseman.

“Anyway." Max announced and got everyone to redirect their attention to him. “We would like to officially introduce two gentlemen that were essential to the successful expansion and integration of Herd operations into this citadel. Seth and Mark."

Don and Max walked over to the entry doors, to stand with Stan and Tony. Seth spoke first.

“Mark and I have been around a lot longer than any of you alive. We are roughly just as old as Shamus and among those that survived the event humans call the Great Cleansing. From what we have been told by our allies within these walls and about the progress of this research project, you specific gentlemen have proven to be individuals that no longer believe that falsified narrative."

“Otherwise, this would be a very different moment right now and likely ending with your blood and flesh scattered across these walls." Mark interjected and whickered deeply.

The room quickly got very silent, before Seth resumed.

“Way to kill a boner luv." He commented. “Yes, this meeting tonight would have had a very different tone and mood. Possibly not as dire as my mate implies." Seth gives Mark a sideways glance.

“Only having a little fun with the pups and kids." Mark defends offhandedly.

The completely white horseman then proceeds to walk across the loft right up to Lance and puts his large hands on the man's shoulders. Mark had to look down a little to meet his eyes.

“Tomba says to tell you hello and looks forward to meeting you soon." The horseman replies, before cradling the man's head with those same hands and gives him a passionate kiss.

He then looks over at the acolytes and smirks, after briefly glancing down and noticing the display made their cocks bob hard enough to slap their bellies. He could tell that his sheer presence was having the usual effect on men that had never seen him before. This was confirmed when he looked down and saw Lance's cock respond the same way. The horseman then walked over to where Justin and Mike were standing. Mike felt like he was about to burst inside, being this close to a horseman that had used him many times to simply pump syrup through his body persistently. Just like the white horseman in the one video did with the drone. After all. That was his real purpose. Mark gently places his hands on the guardsman's shoulders and they begin to look into each other's eyes. Justin didn't quite understand what was happening, but his nose had been persistently inhaling the stallion's intoxicating equine scent and found himself unable to look away.

“Seth and I decided that the effort made on this research project should be rewarded and thus we came here in person. All of you involved are important to the Herd now. So shall the Herd then bestow that reward."

Mark broke eye contact and looked back at Seth, before they both nodded to each other. He then looked past the two guardsmen into the dimly lit room and smiled. A hand was moved over to Justin's shoulder, before both were gently nudged to turn around and walk back into the dimly lit room, with Mark right behind them. Everyone simply watched as all three disappeared into the shadows and then saw the door close behind them. The white horseman led Justin and Mark through the darkness of the room, around the large table and up to the large window. It was a moonless night and he was comfortable with the fact no one could see them beyond the glass. All three simply stood there and took in the night time citadel scenery beyond the Domicile, slowly allowing their gaze to drift upward to the stars. Mark then let his hands drift down and began caressing the backs of the two guardsmen.

“It's time Mike." He prompted with a half whisper.

Mike then turned and reached over to Justin, taking the man's hands into his own.

“I need to to tell you some things. Half of them you likely know and just figured out on your own. But I want to tell you anyway, because you are one of the best friend's I ever had after leaving Cranston. Please just simply listen. The questions can come after I am done.. Okay?"

“Okay."

Mark sat in one of the nearby chairs and simply watched.

“Although I did come to this citadel to serve as a guardsman, my main reason was to come here and also serve my chosen core purpose as a Drone. As you can tell from me talking and what you know about me, this is nothing like the drones that work for a bee hive. That is just silly."

Both snickered briefly at the comparison, before Mike resumed.

“The name itself comes from the previous age and the destroyed ancient cities of glass. Drones were apparently very important to those people and used everywhere. Anyway, like the bee drones, I am dedicated to one individual that guides me to where the Labyrinth needs me next. The Labyrinth is what all of them like Mark call it. We know it as the valley we saw in the videos. When you think about it, Labyrinth suits it much better. This is why on occasion, when not working and wanting to be by myself at night, I was sneaking outside the citadel and returning to Mark at the Labyrinth. Returning with him to the room we saw in the one video, with all those white horses and men."

Mike paused, closed his eyes and breathed. He then opened them and resumed.

“As we both saw in the video, there were a lot of men in that room. It gets used by a lot of drones all over the place. Sometimes it is only half full. Sometimes it is as full as in the video. It just depends on when we can get away and return with what the Labyrinth needs from us. I could try to explain that specific part right now, but it would take way too much time. Time we could be using instead for something much more enjoyable."

Mike paused, to see that Justin was simply staring back at him and breathed again.

“Part of the reason for Mark specifically coming here, was too see if you would be interested in joining us. Joining the Labyrinth Drones. Mark seems to be very confident about you saying Yes, after getting to know you better through me. He knows everything I do by the way and that would take too much explaining about how that is even possible. It would be best for both of us to show you now. That is if you are interested in giving your life better meaning than the one it has now. It would be hard for me, but I would also understand if you declined. This is something you have to do voluntar-…"

Mike's line was cut off by Justin abruptly grabbing his face with both hands and then burying his tongue as deep as he could into the fellow guardsman's mouth. Both closed their eyes, as Mike raised his own hands to cradle his friend's head. The kissing then rapidly intensified and soon both had shifted their hands to roaming all over each other's body, as they pulled each other tighter together and their hard cocks rubbed together in between them. Mike allowed himself to release a generous amount of his syrup in between them, to make the sliding more pleasant. This aroused Justin even more, as he began to breath heavier and grind his cock against Mike, to match the man's own grinding motion. Both whimpered and moaned persistently with desire into each others mouth.

Neither one knew how long they had been engaged with each other, but it apparently distracted them enough to not notice Mark had already changed and approached the two lust driven guardsmen. He had time to do some stroking and got his entire shaft coated with his own syrup. Now it was time to get them to feed on it and started with caressing their moving heads with his huge white hands, then bent over to move the attention to their backs. This action also lowered his glistening dripping equine shaft to make contact with both of their foreheads. The presence of it motivated the two men to stop the long passionate kiss and open their eyes. Mark kept caressing their backs, as they separated a little further and allowed the bobbing horse cock to descend down between their faces. Justin simply stared at Mike past it and got a confirmation nod to taste it for himself. He then closed his eyes and moved his mouth forward, opening it and extending his tongue.

Not wanting to miss out, Mike did the same thing and made sure to make contact with the glistening pink shaft at the same time. The guardsmen then pushed a little forward, not giving Justin any choice but to keep his half of the syrup coated horse meat in his open mouth. Both pressed their tongues further forward and slathered the part of the shaft within their lips and kept pulling syrup from the cock to their throats with curled tongues. One could hear them both audibly swallow, as they repeated this action and moved together upwards toward the dripping source itself. Mark remained in place and simply watched them, while slowly caressing the heads as encouragement to keep licking.

The area outside the room was occupied only by Seth and the two wolves. All three had already changed and were engaged in an active sandwiching session, with the horseman in the middle. Tony was on the bottom, standing with both paws and one hand on the floor. His other hand was cradling a belly that was slowly bulging outward from the syrup being dumped and pushed super deep into his guts by the horse's slow sensually thrusting flared head. He kept his tail tucked to the side and his eyes closed, as he began drooling profusely and occasionally groaned with satisfaction. Seth's rather hefty gray equine form hovered over Tony, supported on both hooves and hands. He had his head lowered down between Tony's shoulder blades, occasionally giving the wolf breeding nips. His black mane draped to one side of his huge thick neck and cascaded down to flow over the wolf's upper back muscles, swaying in time with the thrusts. He kept his eyes closed and focused primarily on breeding the wolf under him, whickering with possessive pleasure every time he made the wolf groan.

Seth would occasionally let his focus shift to his ass end and his black equine doughnut experiencing some persistent stretching exercises, in the form of Stan's knot being forced to pop in and out in time with the thrusting. The wolf simply stood in place and held onto the moving hips of the horseman. He had his attention directed to the pulsing horse doughnut itself, beyond the sideways flagged black tail, that twitched every time the knot breached the anal entrance. He would occasionally lick his lips hungrily when seeing the puffy black ring expand and then rapidly contract upon entry. Stan would then grunt a little when the equine thighs moved forward and his knot would then pop free with a wet smacking sound. Each progressively wetter pop itself was a sign he was dumping quite a bit of his own syrup into the stallion himself. Eventually the wet sound of both cocks, moving in and out of their targets, merged into a wet sloppy chorus. Tony's swollen and fully exposed knotty cock was swaying with the thrusts, leaving a thin long trail of syrup on the floor under the three of them.

The horseman then grabbed Stan's ass with a hand, as he pulled back from Tony and then pulled the wolf along with him, as he roughly thrust forward one more time into the wolf under him. The momentum and shift in weight forced the upper half of Tony to smack down onto his chest. This forced him to splay both hands outward for grip and prevent himself from sliding forward, that would have resulted in him collapsing onto his swelling belly. The new position itself forced him to turn his head sideways for better comfort and to prepare for what he knew would eventually come with the increased syrup flow into his guts. His belly then began expanding quicker, as the stallion began snorting possessively into his ear and then opened his eyes to look right into the single eye of the wolf. Tony didn't see Seth in those eyes anymore. Only an equine breeding machine focused on using him strictly as a syrup receptacle. The wolf emitted whimpers of submission.

Stan completely lost his own balance and resigned with flopping onto Seth's back, as the hand gripping his ass shifted to above his tailbone and pulled him as hard as it could against the stallion. The black equine doughnut then began pulsing rapidly and mercilessly, as it began milking his knot and eliciting whimpers of submission from him as well. This caused the wolf to lose control of his syrup load and let it gush right into the horse under him. Seth seemed to have no trouble keeping the combined weight of horse and wolf supported on just a hand and two hooves, as he held his position and finally released all control over his syrup load as well. He then raised his head to the air and allowed a single powerful guttural whinny to exit his mouth in triumph, as he effectively dominated both wolves at the same time to satisfy his need to simply breed.

Mark and the two guardsman briefly paused their bonding moment, just as Justin began nursing on the dripping pink equine shaft. All three looked towards the closed door for a moment and then focused on each other again, when the whinny stopped. When Justin closed his eyes and resumed nursing on the horse cock, Mark cradled the back of Mike's head and guided him to move around behind the stallion. The guardsman watched the white tail then flag to the side and reveal a pulsing pink doughnut, that was begging for attention. The man needed no further coaxing or hints.

Three of the occupants In the other two rooms, did not bother to give the whinny much thought and were too deep in the midst of their own syrup infused moment of unrestrained lust. Don was laying on his back, with arms folded behind his equine head, as he watched Lance receive the full unrestrained flow of the gray horseman's syrup into his body. The magistrate had chosen to fully impale himself on the black equine shaft and use the stallion's thighs as back support for the breeding, while Mason was happy with just squatting to the side and watch the arousing sexual spectacle develop. The acolyte was using his own syrup to lubricate his self pleasure, via a hand on one cock and a finger up his ass on the prostate. Lance's belly was completely rounded and his cock was now persistently trickling syrup onto Don's abs, as both gazed into each other's eyes with a dedicated focus. Both remained motionless, as Lance kept his hands on his gurgling belly and savored the ambient warmth of the syrup saturating his whole body. His thoughts had long since lost all logical structure and welcomed the approaching dense warmth in his throat, as it approached his tongue and soon would be spilling out of his mouth.

Max and his two chosen special bonding partners did take notice and jointly looked towards the door to their part of the loft and snickered. Both men were laying side by side on their backs, with arms folded behind their heads and watching the brown stallion's massive muscled body keep itself hovering over their lower halves. Their thoroughly syrup coated cocks were hard and bobbing freely, as surplus amounts slid down to the balls and added to the excessive mess that had already thickly coated their entire crotch area. The stallion had just shifted his hovering position to be over Jacob and was careful to not step on them with white tuft covered black hooves. He then slowly lowered his twitching dripping dark brown cock to make contact with the human one, as the acolyte reached down to stop the bobbing motion of his own shaft and watched as both blunt heads made contact. Max paused briefly and lowered his equine head to look past his cock right at the man. Some of the white blaze on his muzzle could be seen in the dark room.

“Ready?" Max asked Jacob.

The man just nodded and watched as his cock started to slowly disappear past the blunt head and felt the dripping hole stretch further open, as it began to slowly swallow his cock. A huge white hand, with white tufts around the wrists, then appeared and steadied the throbbing horse cock during the penetration process. Jacob then looked towards the flagging tail and caught faint light bouncing off a dark brown doughnut, that began twitching in response to the phallic stimulation. It was glistening from the combined syrup loads him and Luke had just dumped inside the stallion. He then looked back down towards his cock and watched as more of it slowly disappeared inside the equine shaft and began moaning. Luke rolled over and began sensually rubbing his chest.

“How does it feel?"

“It feels bloody amazing." Jacob replied.

“I can't wait then, to feel it too."

The throbbing horse cock then plunged down and completely swallowed his shaft. The man's back muscles tensed and he arched his back, squinting his eyes closed. The horse cock then pulled back up and paused, leaving only the blunt head inside it, before plunging back down and swallowing all of his shaft again. His neck muscles then flexed and his head tilted back, his eyes flew open and Jacob let loose a long gasp. Luke moved his hand down and applied firm gentle pressure to Jacob's abs, to prevent his back from arching any further. But Jacob wanted more and switched tactics. He kept his eyes open and propped himself up on his elbows, while changing his whole lower body posture and bent his legs to plant his feet firmly on the floor. He then began fucking upwards into the stallion's cock. Max gave him a positive response in the form of a wicker and simply stopped his thrusting, letting Jacob take over and do all the work.

“Someone wants to be a breeding stallion." The horseman comments.

“Damn right I want to be a stallion." Jacob says under his breath and is heard by Max.

“Well then. It's all yours." the stallion responded and let go of his horse cock.

Both Seth and the older wolves remained motionless in the middle of the loft floor as nothing but groans and wet squelching filled the air. Due to the horse's own belly having very little space to expand in his suspended breeding position, the bulk of what syrup went in him immediately exited out of his open gaping mouth and inside the wolf under him. Stan had managed to recover enough to solidly get back on his paws and remained tied to the stallion, while enjoying the moment of persistently throbbing his knot against that huge beautiful pulsing equine prostate. His mind was otherwise completely submerged in the shared ocean of lust that had reduced all three of them to simple minded syrup dispensers. Tony was completely ahead of the other two. Logical thinking was gone, leaving him regressed to a whimpering syrup filled pup, mindlessly lapping at the syrup around his head and what was dripping down into his parted lips from Seth. The surging ripples of syrup soon followed and rolled out his own gaping mouth. His swollen knotty cock simply hung in place and throbbed, as a steady trickle of syrup flowed from it down his round belly and added to the shallow lake of syrup that now surrounded all three of them.

Mark had Justin laying on the nearby blanket covered large table now, with his pulsing equine shaft buried all the way inside the man. He was gradually easing up on control of his syrup flow, while carefully watching the body language of the guardsman under him and judging when he was ready to handle a stronger flow. Justin's belly was already rounded and the bulk of his body was already feeling the ambient warmth of the syrup saturation. It was now beginning to fill his stomach and would soon be making it's trip up to his mouth. Mike was right there with him, talking softly and coaching his friend through the initial saturation session. Mark kept his own massive equine body vertical and held onto the guardsman's hips, as they limply wrapped around his thighs.

“You are doing great. Your body is taking to the syrup saturation very positively and your cock actually ejected a lot more of the syrup back out than most men." The stallion observed. “You will definitely make another stallion a good dedicated drone."

“Thank you..." Belch “...Mark. It feels so amazing. Like it was meant to be in me."

“Of... course…" Mark leads on.

“What?" Mike asks out of curiosity, while looking at the stallion accusingly.

“Your friend could be my dedicated drone too. We are allowed to care for multiple ones. After all, there is a lot of information out there that needs to get back to the Labyrinth."

Mike looked back at Justin, as they both shared an expression of mild excitement.

“That sounds great Mark. I accept being your drone." Justin replies without looking away.

“Then welcome to the first day of your new life, Drone."

Justin then felt the syrup dumping in him suddenly surge through his system, as Mark closed his eyes and focused on the next phase of the conditioning. Mike briefly looked at his friend's rounded middle section and spotted the trademark subtle ripples appear under the skin. He then remembered the two large heavy glass jugs that were sent up to the loft and happened to be in the same room with them. There was also a rubber tube and a curious fluted glass funnel, with an attached rubber sealing ring around the bigger hole, that was sized and shaped to fit a man's hard cock. Being a man that grew up in Cranston, he knew these items were used for initiation of new drones outside the Labyrinth.

“Okay. This next part is going to be intense. You need to turn your head sideways now, so you don't drown on the syrup. Start blanking your mind of everything, like back when we would day dream in class as boys. Just let it relax the same way and let whatever enters your head simply wash over you like a soothing shower. Don't try to focus or latch onto anything unfamiliar that pops into your head. Just let it all flow through you and out your cock. Make your lust and desire your anchor. Wrap yourself in it like layers of cozy warm blankets in winter. The only parts of your body you need to think about at all is that magic pump and your cock. Keep them going and push to pump as much syrup as you can. It won't hurt. The syrup will take care of that and change you to handle all this better each time you get filled and milked. Be a Drone and just cum." Mike encouraged

The guardsmen then grabbed the fluted funnel and slid it over his friends throbbing dripping cock, then attached the tube and placed the free end inside one of the two large heavy glass jugs. Mike then made sure to hold the funnel in place. Justin soon felt the ambient warmth completely consume his body. He let his mind go simple and all logic structure to collapse. His only thought was to not stop cumming. Then the syrup exiting his cock began to actually flow steadily like piss, as it also began to ripple out of his open gaping mouth in gurgling surges. There was now no more Justin. Only the Drone. Mike helped control the mess by locking lips with his friend and consume what ever came out of the man's mouth. Mark looked down upon his two drones and felt this swelling sense of accomplishment fill him with the same comforting warmth as sex syrup itself.

Max had already finished with Jacob and left the man laying in place, his eyes closed and panting from exhaustion, with his whole upper body covered with a thin layer of the syrup that ejected from his own cock. Luke was laying next to him and vigorously thrusting his hips upward into the equine shaft swallowing his own cock, while maintaining a soft but solid grip with both hands just past the blunt head itself. The stallion then broke his breeding focus.

“I can feel that cock twitch real nice now. Feels great. Ready to let go of your syrup load now?"

“Yes." Huff Huff “I really need to cum now so bad."

“Told you both holding back makes it better." Max chided supportively.

With those words, the stallion swiftly yanked back on his cock, freeing it from the man's possessive breeding grip, and got up on his hooves, before spinning to watch his handiwork take form again. His softening dripping shaft managed to sling some surplus syrup down on the two men, but the stallion was sure neither one cared at the moment. The sensation of the firm horse meat itself sliding off Luke's cock so fast sent him over the edge, triggering him to let go of his control and allow the syrup inside him to finally surge out his throbbing bobbing cock.

Solid dense arks of syrup launched into the air above him and splattered down on his upper body in long linear thick lines. The sensation of abruptly cumming so hard and feeling his prostate pump with so much power, forced the man to close his eyes tight and slam his hands down to his sides, balling pieces of blanket up in clenching fists. His hips raised up in the air one more time and stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, as he proceeded to plaster his entire upper half in his own syrup load. Max waited for the living syrup fountain to stop spewing and then exchanged a comforting smile with Luke, before lowering down onto his hands and spread his arms apart enough to hover over both breeding-exhausted guardsmen. He then lowered his mouth down between their heads.

“I think both of you would make a fine addition to the herd." Max paused and waited for Jacob to open his eyes and then exchange a look of excitement with Luke. “That is if you two think you can handle living the demanding life I told you about earlier… with rather obvious perks."

Both guardsmen then looked up at Max and extended a caressing hand to a firm brown equine pect each, then eagerly nodded in silent response to his offer.

“Okay. I leave you two here to recover more and bring the news to everyone else outside."

The stallion then skillfully got himself back up onto just his hooves right over the guardsmen, without stepping on them and gave his retracting dripping cock a couple more firm shakes, sending more of his syrup down onto Jacob and Luke. Then with just as much skill, stepped over and away from them towards the entry door. Both men stayed in placed, watching his flexing ass and swaying tail move away, then swiftly shielded their darkness adjusted eyes from the glow crystal light that flooded in past the opening door. They then lowered their hand, once it closed. Max looked directly beyond the large glow crystal and watched as the horse and two wolves, back in their human form, began to collectively clean up the syrup lake they created with their own fevered breeding session. He chuckled, then turned left and nearly collided with Mark and stopped. The elder stallion was still looking back into the dimly lit room, with his massive white arms folded. A sideways glance then signaled he noticed Max and turned his equine head to look at him.

“How did your initiation go?" Mark asked quietly under his breath.

“We got two new Herd initiates." Max replied in same manner.

“Splendid. Mike's friend just got initiated to be my dedicated Drone."

“That is great news to hear."

The darker stallion quietly stepped up next to Mark and gazed into the dimly lit room. They were eventually joined by Seth, Stan and Tony. Seth stepped around his mate and leaned back against the softening pink equine shaft and receives the supportive presence of his mates huge white equine hands on his shoulders. They briefly looked at each other and smiled, then back at the two guardsmen laying on their side in a sixty nine position. The two men were positioned just past the open door's on a blanket and had their cocks buried inside the other's mouth all the way to the balls, while emitting only slow persistent nursing sounds. Both had their eyes closed and maintaining a firm grip on each other's ass, while keeping their legs folded up and spread apart to provide space for the other guy's head to rest. They also had something plugging their asses and kept strapped in place by a harness that fitted them like underwear. Attached to the strapped butt plug was a long connecting rubber tube running from it up to a heavy large jug on the table filled with sex syrup. Both had a jug to themselves each and were slowly taking the syrup into their bodies. There was no sign of it going anywhere else but inside them and their rounded bellies.

“Okay. That is actually pretty kinky and confusing at the same time." Tony whispered to Stan.

“Mike is helping me to train Justin as a Drone." Mark answered the obvious unspoken question.

“The point of this whole process is to train a drone on how to properly balance arousal with proper management of syrup intake, but only preserve enough logical thought for that alone. This leaves the rest of their mind available to handle the massive amount of information flowing with the syrup through a drone's body." Seth added.

“In a way they are in a sleep like state that is shared through the mental link established by the syrup flow itself. Mike can communicate and guide Justin much more efficiently this way, to help him become an effective contributing Drone." Mark finishes.

“This may seem like a silly question to you guys, but does the man getting initiated have any free will after becoming a drone for the Labyrinth?" Tony asks no one in particular.

“They are not bees." Mark replies. “Labyrinth Drones are useless, if they have no free will. They are encouraged to seek and live independent cover lives in the places where we need them to gather information for us. All we ask in return is they follow information gathering requests and then return back home to the Labyrinth and their dedicated stallion, for the information flowing process and recovery. This by no means makes them as mindless as the worker bees everyone has seen."

Everyone then chuckles.

“So how long has Mike been a Drone?" Stan asks.

“He became a Drone shortly before coming to this citadel and started his training as a Guardsman. His brother that came here two tears prior is also a Drone. Thanks to them both, the Labyrinth learned all the essential functional stuff about this citadel." Seth replies.

“I didn't know he had a brother." Tony admits.

“His brother works exclusively in the Citadel Core. This is most likely why you never heard of him or met him. Mike hear works on the outside. They established friendships and connections, then went where we needed them within the citadel, when they had time." Mark informs.

“So what is their purpose at the next citadel then?" Stan inquires.

“They will not be going with you there. Mike needs to come back to the Labyrinth with me again and Justin needs to come with him and finish his conversion to a Drone."

“Anyone taking their place here?" Tony asks.

“Two new drones among the guardsmen have already been selected." Seth replies and chuckles.

“Anyone we might know?"

“Justin and Mike may have met them during a sentry shift change at the Council Chamber."

The third door finally opened, as a familiar gray stallion walked out through it. Everyone else turned their head to give recognition and then back to the mutual pleasure scene happening in the room in front of them. Don gave his black mane a couple shakes and then brushed his black hands through it. His deflating black equine shaft and balls were glistening in the glow crystal light. Max then walked over to him and exchanged love nips with his mate.

“How did it go in there?" He inquires while looking beyond into the dimly lit room.

Glow crystal light bounced off rounded glistening bellies of two men laying opposite of each other at the ends of a blanket covered table. Their legs were spread and maintaining a vertical folded posture, with feet firmly planted at the corners. Their bodies were positioned to allow for their sideways turned heads to line up with each other and give one a close up view of the syrup trickling out of the mouth of the other one. Both had but plugs stuffed into their asses, to force their own bodies to absorb as much of the syrup in them as possible. The men's arms lay motionless at their sides. Lance and Mason were currently completely inside their minds and in a dreamlike state of experiencing the intoxicating reality of remaining perpetually aroused and continuously cumming, while the syrup flowed through every part of their bodies that would receive it and then eventually exit out of either their mouth or cock.

They had long since ceased breathing, as one of many changes that occurred inside them during the most intense part of the sex with Don. Now they get all the oxygen they needed from the combined effort of syrup modified skin cells and the syrup enhanced blood now being pumped through their bodies by their hearts. Their lungs were no longer needed for oxygen extraction and thus got repurposed as syrup reservoirs. Mason himself underwent additional changes, in the form of gaining double body mass and fundamental structure change, giving him the same stocky hefty hairy build as Lance. A creative diversion tactic would be needed, to prevent outsiders from noticing the dramatic change in the acolyte and start asking unwanted questions.

“Looks like we gained yet two more Pilots from this citadel." Don remarked.

“Two more?" Max inquires.

“Yes. Remember the four guardsmen, that just got added to this research project and were rescued from a Sentinel ambush by the Minotaur?"

“Of course. But didn't all four get used and passed around by the Minotaur afterwards?"

“Only two of them got that glorious treatment and ended up showing Pilot potential."

“What about the other two?"

“Family reunion with their father's, that got changed into Minotaur themselves."

“Ah. So who will be put in charge of making the other two guardsman Pilots tonight?"

“I will let you handle that, since I already drained my reserves changing this one already."

“Well. I certainly look forward to that." Max replies.

Don then reverts back to human form and chooses a nearby chair to sit in next to the table, while keeping an eye on the two men he just filled inside the dimly lit room. Max reverts and sits down on the opposite side of the table and watches the others still standing at the door to the other room.

The four witness guardsmen were standing in front of two other civilian-dressed seated guardsmen in their domicile quarters. Various candle flames scattered around the large central room danced with the cool night air drifting in through the open windows of the sleeping quarters. Brent and Scott were temporarily inside their heads, trying to properly process the full detailed version of what the other four just told them. A light soft knock was heard at the door. Jason and James immediately moved over to crack it open and exchange words with whoever was on the outside. They then closed it again and walked back to Jack and Terry and whispered into the ears.

“One of the horses, by the name of Brutus, is here. He will take over for us and help these two adjust better to what we just told them. He is remaining in human form until they are ready to see the other version of himself." Was the shared words.

Jack and Terry looked right at each other and nodded in agreement. Then walked right up to the seated guardsmen and squatted, to match their eye level. This gesture finally got Brent and Scott's attention, triggering a response in the form of them finally blinking and then glancing up from the floor at each other with a look of bewilderment. Scott more so than Brent. They then looked back at the guardsman directly in front of them and blushed a little, as they quickly acquired conscious recognition that they were hard inside their trousers and leaking precum. Jack and Terry spotted the body language and were quick to put the seated men's mind at ease.

“Hey. Scott." Jack whispered directly at him. “Don't sweat it mate. What we told the two of you is supposed to make you feel that way."

“It speaks to the part of a man that is too readily suppressed by society's expectation within these walls, Brent." Terry whispers directly himself. “Now your mind has been exposed and freed to wonder about the possibilities you were taught to ignore." Brent actually smirked.

“We need to know if you two are okay." James followed and spoke to the two seated men with a little louder but soft tone.

“There is someone outside that wants to help out and can probably do a better job of explaining some of the things we told you a little better. He has more experience than us." Jason adds.

“Wh-who is he?" Brent inquires of Jason.

“His name is Brutus."

“I know a man named Brutus. He is a blacksmith that works inside the Core, at the blacksmith shop. Never knew a man that young to have that much white hair. We have a lot of common interests and have become good friends." Scott responds. “He is part of why I put in a request to take the patrol position that very recently became available there. Even talked with a guardsman that will be my new partner and train me for the job. He himself is one of them Cranston men by the way. A solidly built fella too. Hope to someday get just as solid. Oh, sorry. I prattle when I get nervous."

“I can vouch for that." Brent quips and gets a quick dirty look from Scott.

“Pretty sure Brent has met Brutus once or twice himself." Scott observes.

“So did Brutus also get fucked by Minotaur, like you guys?" Brent boldly asks neither of the other guardsman in particular and snickers.

“No. He was fucked by a horse." Terry corrects the man and grins. Brent returns the grin.

“Wait. Seriously?" Scott then asks no one in particular and looks around at everyone.

“Yes, seriously." Jack assures him and directs the man's attention back to him with his hand. “So are you two ready for this and hopefully understand what is happening around all of us?"

Brent and Scott look at each other and shrug, then at the other guardsmen and nod.

“Good. I will let him on in, so we can finally get up to our quarters and get ready for tomorrow." Jason announces, before walking back to the door and opening it.

The guardsman then steps aside and let's the large man walk through, exchanging a warm smile and handshake with him. Brutus then continues the gesture with the other three guardsmen, after Jack and Terry stand back up on their feet and face him. All four standing guardsmen then give Brutus a brief summary of what was discussed, before they exchanged the customary forearm clasp with the seated guardsmen and left the quarters. Brutus made sure to close the door behind them, then slowly turned back towards Brent and Scott. Before making the first move with his own words.

“Before we get started with the questions and such, how about we all get more comfortable. I am already aware that Scott shares my preference for being naked as much as possible, but haven't talked with you as much Brent and not sure how you feel about that."

Brent just chuckles and gets up out of his chair, before walking over to one end of the nearby large window and reaches up to the middle of the heavy curtain edge, before pulling on it and walking to the middle of the window. He then repeats the step for the other curtain, before walking on past it into his private sleeping area. There was brief rustling of fabric, along with sliding and thudding of leather boots. The man then emerged naked and threw his arms up in the air at the door.

“Does this answer for your question?" Then flopped his arms down and walked back to his chair before sitting back down.

“Show off." Scott criticizes lightheartedly and gets up to go remove his clothes in his private sleeping area, but decides to take longer and watch how Brent interacts with the guest.

Brutus wastes no time in being next and proceeds to shed his black bib overalls and gray long sleeve shirt on the spot, after taking his own black boots off. Brent suddenly finds himself not being able to take his eyes off the naked white haired man, that was as much of a visual oddity to him as his smooth skinned body was to every man his age. Something deep inside him, that had not been allowed to be free before, manifested in the form of him walking right up to the hairy man and begin running his fingers through the curious soft straight body hair. It flowed with every contour on the large man's body, then flowed upwards to connect and blend in with his full beard. Brutus felt it was only fair to return the favor and allow his fingers to glide over skin that was just as smooth as a boy's, but on a grown man. He heard about rare men such as this one and was now touching one.

Scott remained within the shadows of his private sleeping room and watched with intense interest. The site of seeing his friend behave in such a way, that was supposed to be reserved for a woman, was triggering something deep inside him as well. He had brief flashbacks when playing around and exploring all the new things his body could experience with his friends. Then those things and experiences were put behind him, as all men were told to do when they grew up. Men were also supposed to be mindful of when these old feelings resurfaced, to immediately cease them and put them back in their place where such old things belonged. The man was having great difficulty finding reason to do that right now. He wanted to be out there with his best friend and share the experience of touching that beautiful looking large white haired man. His fingers needed to touch that body hair and his nose needed to smell the scents, that Brent was now getting from Brutus's body now.

The voice in his head that used to have so much power in the past, now could only be heard as a whisper. An older familiar voice now had it's power back and told Scott he deserved to have and experience what he was seeing in front of him. It was time to be the man Nature wanted and asked him to be from the beginning. Not what the Council ordered and demanded of him without question. The man then found himself slowly walking back out into the large room, as Brutus looked his way and licked his lips. He then saw Brent lower to his knees and begin sucking on the white haired man's hard cock. Scott stopped walking any further and just watched, as he briefly allowed himself to let the whisper demand he stop this action that served only to degrade a man and make him think he is a woman. His hard dripping cock then throbbed and slapped his belly, completely silencing the whisper to oblivion. Now there was only the other voice, that told him to walk again and join his friend.

Brutus caressed the red hair of Brent and looked down into the man's eyes, as the guardsmen continued to give the large cock as much stimulation as his tongue could manage. He could tell the syrup was already affecting the man's mind and effectively guiding him down the road to being the perfect syrup receptacle for the stallion. He best gently nudge the man off before he got too addicted and give the other one a chance to taste of the essence to finish setting his mind free. Brent whimpered a little but complied when he saw Scott finally approach and kneel right next to him. He let his lips slip off the cock and then directed it over to his friend's open mouth. Brutus gave Brent a little help back onto his feet, just as a soft knock was heard at the door. The guardsman gave the large man a confused look, then received only a smile and nudge to go answer it. When he opened the door, he was a little shocked to see a naked blonde haired man standing outside the door, next to two large stacked crates.

“Hey there Brent. I see Scott has already started his training. Apologies for being a little late." he spoke softly as he carried the top crate in through the door.

Brent took it on himself to quickly grab the bottom crate and get it inside before anyone else saw them together and naked.

“I take it you know me through Scott then." Brent suggested as he sat the crate down next to the other one brought in by the new man. “How do you know Scott anyway?" He asked.

“Oh. Where are my manners. My name is Craig. I'm the guardsman he is getting assigned to tomorrow for his first day of official training." The man then extended a hand to shake.

Brent took it reluctantly and returned the shake, before some moaning beyond the door got his attention. A puzzled look came across his face, while still looking at Craig, but only got a smirk and snicker in response.

“Maybe we should see what that is all about and make sure that man is okay." Craig offered and followed Brent back to the open door.

The moment they both stepped just beyond it, Brent turned to where he was sure the moaning came from and saw the door to the neighboring quarters open. He initially hesitated, but decided if someone was actually in trouble, he should offer help first and explain being naked later. Craig then gave him a polite nudge as assurance it was the right thing to do. Both then closed the distance to the open door. The red haired guardsman was not prepared for what he found in the candle lit room and simply stopped at the door threshold. His nose detected the strange mixed scent of sex and breakfast syrup, that somehow began to trigger his own cock to begin throbbing hard.

The large table showed signs on the floor it had been roughly shoved to the side and had skidded to a stop over next to the one wall. There was a naked hairy man, whom was obviously a guardsman, sitting on the floor with his back against the one table leg and his own two legs splayed out in front of him. His belly looked quite round and was being cradled by one hand, with a generous amount of something thick and clear pooling in between the spread legs. His other hand set planted on the floor, to obviously keep him setting upright in his spot. The guardsman appeared to be looking right at both of them, but had a blank stare on his face and showed no signs he even consciously knew they were there at all. That same clear stuff seemed to also be trickling out of his open slack mouth and ran on down his front, over his belly to the pool on the floor. This scene was somehow affecting him in a new erotic way, causing his own cock to throb more and begin slapping his belly.

Brent was so intensely fixated on the sitting man, he didn't even notice the other spectacle on the other side of the room, until Craig tapped him on the shoulder and he heard that moaning again. The guardsman turned his head and saw a dark brown lupine beast of legend hovering over a man on his hands and knees. Both were facing towards the covered large window, while also at an angle. The creature of legend had some rather impressive size balls and a functioning tail. Everything about the unusually huge wolf looked normal enough, until one's eyes got to the front of the beast. The only thing normal there was the head, which was bent down and licking the man under him. What could be seen of the upper body was built more like a man, with arms and hands. The werewolf was using one arm as support on the floor. The other one was invisible, but displayed it's current purpose in the form of visible clawed fingers cradling the man's swelling and gurgling belly.

“Fuck. More. Give me more." Both heard the man finally say.

“Oh, I plan on giving you just as much as your friend." The werewolf assured him.

“Yes." The man replied and moaned some more.

Brent then felt a hand reach around his front and sensually grip his throbbing cock, as another arm came across his chest and pulled him back against Craig. He felt the man's own hard throbbing cock, slick with sex syrup, then slide in between his ass cheeks and stop at his anal entrance. The cock itself felt big. Very big.

“How about we leave them alone and get back to your quarters. Brutus and I have something special to show you two. Judging from how hard your cock is, from seeing this spectacle, I'm betting you will love it too."

Craig then slowly guided them backwards back outside into the open lift and stairwell area, before stopping and then turning Brent around to face him. He then lifted a finger and simply pointed up. The red haired guardsman initially gave him a confused look, while standing there, that soon turned to recognition and surprise. His mouth dropped open and Craig just smirked. Everywhere above the men, one could here faint echoes of other men occasionally moaning from pleasure.

“Are they-?" Brent began to ask.

“They are." Craig answered and finished for him. “Every single moan is coming from another guardsman that is getting fucked and filled until his belly is round with that same stuff you smell now. It's a special kind of cum made by these legendary creatures. It gets inside your body and makes you feel so warm, then you begin to feel very horny and can think of nothing else but sex."

“So is every one of them being fucked by a werewolf?"

“Some are wolves. Some are also horses or bulls...what you probably call Minotaur."

Brent then finally looked upward and started stroking himself absentmindedly. Craig moved around behind him and slid his cock back in between the man's ass cheeks and pulled Brent back against him again.

“So. Would you like to see what one of the other two actually look like?" He whispers into Brent's ear, before applying gentle pressure to the pulsing anal ring of the man in front of him.

The guardsman's syrup stimulated mind began flooding with old thoughts he had not had since he was much younger. Thoughts that moved his one hand back to grip Craig's ass cheek, then began pulling himself into the man behind him, as his anal entrance slowly expanded and welcomed the throbbing phallic visitor inside him. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, before letting out a very soft moan, that increased in volume when the cock them glided across his prostate.

“You are taking by big cock awful easy. Usually it takes effort for my unusually big sausage to get inside a man the first time." Craig whispers encouragingly into his ear.

“I have had bigger." The guardsman replies quickly and keeps pushing back.

“It feels like it too. You are actually taking all of it and I don't even need to stop."

“Had much longer too." The guardsman's cock drips and throbs harder.

“Oh really?" Craig asks with a tone of mischief in his whisper.

“Yeah."

“That cock actually belong to some stallion with four hooves?"

The answer came in the form of Brent shoving himself back firmly and swallowing all of Craig's enhanced size cock in him to the balls and moaning again.

“Well then. I will take that as a yes. How about we continue this later and go see one of those other two sexy fuck beasts."

Just then Brutus emerged from the open door in his equine form. The clopping hooves motivated Brent to open his eyes. He first saw the horseman's entire body, then immediately focused on the pink erect glistening equine shaft.

“Oh… Fu-… -ck." the guardsman exclaimed under his breath, as he shot his load forward onto the floor right in front of the white stallion.

The orgasm hit him so hard, that he briefly lost the strength on his legs and had to be briefly held up by Craig from behind. His strength then began slowly returning.

“An offering before submitting to me boy?" Brutus teased and wickered.

Brent simply moaned in response, as him and Brutus looked right into each others eyes.

“I got Scott prepped and plugged." The stallion informed Craig.

“I guess that just leaves this one then." The blond guardsman then slowly extracted his cock from the moaning man's ass and helped him walk back into the quarters past Brutus.

Although Brent's mind was still a little fuzzy from the syrup induced arousal, he could think clear enough to properly process what he was seeing in front of him back inside. Scott was now laying on top of a blanket covered table, with his spread legs folded vertical and planted firmly at the corners on his feet. His belly looked very round and occasionally gurgled. His hard throbbing cock had some sort of fat glass tube covering it and a thinner hose traveling from it, down to a large glass jug setting on the floor below. The jug itself was already three quarters full, with that familiar looking sex syrup he now knew about all too well. The guardsman had recovered enough to walk on his own and moved around the table, to see his friend laying with his head turned sideways and his arms laying at his sides.

“That will soon be you. If you want it." Craig offers. “Something tells me you do."

Scott had the same blank expression on his face, as the man that was just seen in the quarters next door. His mouth also hung open and had traces of that same sex syrup around it and on the blanket. He then looked up over his friend to Brutus, whom had just walked back into the room and was just standing there watching him.

“Does it hurt?" He finally asked out of curiosity.

“It doesn't hurt at all. It just stretches your belly a little." Brutus assures him.

“You already know a little about stretching though." Craig quips.

Both guardsman share a chuckle that briefly puzzles Brutus.

“Did I miss something?" The stallion asks.

“Brent here has sex with horses already. Specifically stallions. His ass took my above average horse like sausage with no trouble at all."

“Think you can handle a little more stretching then?" Brutus asks Brent and throbs his glistening cock, to make it bob.

The guardsman finds himself looking directly at the pink equine shaft again and licks his lips, then climbs up onto the table and assumes the same position as Scott. Brutus cranes his head down and whispers to Craig.

“We just love how your type of men willingly give your ass up to our cocks. It makes expansion of the Drone network so much easier."

The white stallion then walks around until he is standing at the end of the table where Brent is laying, before reaching for the legs at the ankles and sidesteps, dragging the man's ass to point at one corner. The guardsman raises his head and reflexively put his arms out to steady himself, keeping his upper body in place and watches his body's orientation shift to point directly at the table corner. Brutus then held onto the legs and kept them spread apart, as he raised them completely in the air and stepped forward. The stallion then relaxed his cock and deliberately aimed it to drop right onto the man's own hard cock. Brent drops his head back down and moans from the firm contact between the two cocks.

“You liked that did you?" Brutus inquires, then throbs his cock to lift up off the man.

He keeps it suspended in the air and lets syrup begin to trickle out and down onto Brent's throbbing cock. The consuming warmth triggers the man to close his eyes and moan some more.

“Fuck. That feels so good."

“Give it a moment, it gets better."

Brent then feels his whole cock get warm and throb painfully hard.

“That's it." The stallion encourages, then lets his cock drop back down.

“Oh fuck." The guardsman exclaims in a half gasp, as he orgasms.

“Oh yes. You will make a fine drone. I can see it in how your body reacts to the syrup."

“Reminds me of my initiation with you Brutus." Craig observes, while slowly stroking himself.

“What do you say boy. You willing to surrender your body to a filling pleasure like nothing you ever got from them stable stallions? To give your body to me freely and let me do with it as I please?"

“Yes." Brent gulped, then took a breath and exhaled.

“The proper response is Yes My Stallion." Brutus corrects with authority in his voice.

“Yes, my stallion." The guardsman replies correctly.

“Very good Drone. Now let's see what you can handle and what needs improving."

Brutus pulls back, relaxes his cock and pushes forward at the same time, intentionally aiming his pink equine shaft to aim right at the exposed pulsing anal entrance of the man. Then just as his cock began to tense, he pushed on in and watched as the conditioned hole effortlessly expanded open to except his horse cock into the warmth of the fleshy anal cavity beyond it. Craig didn't give Brent a chance to moan this time and crushed their lips together, kissing him deeply and passionately. Brutus slowly kept pushing his cock further in and watched the two men bond orally. The stallion then stopped when he felt the presence of the second closed opening. The guardsman briefly broke the kiss.

“Go on. Not the first horse cock to go through there." He assured Brutus.

“That is not a surprise Drone. Deeper it is."

Brent moaned into Craig's mouth, as they resumed their passionate kissing and the equine shaft pushed on into the man's guts. Brutus kept the penetration slow and was careful to not be rough with the man. He watched the vague outline of his cock bulge the outside of the man's flattened belly, as it moved upwards a little further and then downwards, as he just as carefully pulled it back. Brent broke the kiss and looked directly at Brutus.

“No. Keep it in there." He told the stallion.

“Don't fuss Drone. I'm not pulling it out all the way."

“Not that. Keep it deep. I want it to stay there."

“Very well. We will skip right to the filling and make your belly properly round."

“Thank you, my stallion."

Brent then looked at Craig and reached for his hand to hold.

“I'm not going anywhere. I am supposed to be here." Craig assured him.

“Thank you." Brent returned then closed his eyes and exhaled. “Do it."

“Welcome to your new life Drone."

Brutus then allowed his cock to sink back in and this time didn't stop until his balls made contact with the man's ass cheeks. He looked the man over for any subtle signs of distress and found none. The stallion then began to slowly release his syrup directly into the man's guts, as Craig began assisting with belly massages to encourage a smooth travel for the syrup itself.

Jason, James, Jack and Terry stood outside their domicile and remained completely quiet, as their ears picked up on the occasional moan coming from just on the other side of the door. There were additional fainter moans in between, that were likely coming from the floors above or below the outside covered crosswalk, that ran along the West Defense Wall.

“You think anyone outside the Domicile on the ground can here this?" James asked Jason.

“I don't think so. It is too faint." Jason assures.

“Fuck. It sounds like all of them are getting bred in there." Terry observes.

“Brent and Scott got things explained and then some." Jack comments and snickers.

The other three join the snicker.

“Alright. We best get going and meet our new bunk mates for the night." Jason reminds them.

The four guardsmen grabbed their packs and began walking across to the other domicile. There was no need for standard day time traffic courtesy, so they remained side by side.

“You two remember who you are staying with tonight?" James asks Jack and Terry.

“Justin."

“And Mike."

“Sounds good. We will be staying with Bruce and Trent." James informs them.

“Aren't they Brotherhood?" Terry asks.

“Yes they are. Why? Want to switch?" Jason asks and grins right at them.

“Thanks, but I think we will be just fine where we are tonight." Jack returns.

“You two have fun with those huge throbbing knotted red rockets for us." Terry quips.

All four allow themselves a brief spell of soft laughter, as they begin approaching the domicile. When they arrived at the doors, everyone remained still and quiet to listen. Once again they heard the occasional faint moaning and louder moaning from just on the other side of the door.

“Looks like infiltration of the guardsman network is going exactly as planned by the Labyrinth." Jason observes after stepping back. All four share a chuckle.

“So it is safe to say the same thing is happening at the other two domiciles with the Magistrates and acolytes?" James inquires and shares a smirk with Jason.

“There is no doubt in my mind brother."

“At least we only have a few more floors up from here." Jack observes.

“What? Afraid you won't make it through the lust obstacle course, waiting for us beyond those doors?" Terry teases and punches him lightly in the shoulder.

“Betting your cock will think for you first." Jack challenges back with his own punch.

“Says the man that let them bulls at the farm use him like a limp sex toy."

“I didn't see you resist much either and remember you begging for more."

“We can spend the rest of the night, listening to you two compete for top slut, or we can finally get through these doors and to our rooms." Jason chides them lightheartedly.

Jack and Terry fell silent and eyed each other sideways with a knowing smirk. Jason approached the doors again and used the new signaling knock for the night. The locking and latching mechanism engaged on the door with the key hole and then slowly opened surprisingly quiet. It then stopped and left a gap just wide enough for a man to walk through. The scent of sex syrup immediately hit their faces, stimulating the cocks in their trousers to begin getting firm. A very tall dark figure immediately moved into the gap to block their way. There was just enough available lighting to show the tip of a dripping pink tapered spear peaking out of the sheath of a completely black Minotaur.

“So... You guys oiled these doors too?" James inquires with hesitation.

“We didn't want to alarm any nosy people down below, that might still be out and about at night in the Citadel." The bull beast replied.

“Smart. We are-." Jason begins.

“I know who you are Jason and James." The Minotaur interrupts politely and chuckles. “I am Crixus. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Come on in. I'm watching this end of the crosswalk. The two assigned guards are... unavailable for tonight."

The bull beast then stepped aside and grinned, while gesturing towards the lift beyond the door. Each guardsman walked on past the door and was hit with a very strong sex syrup smell, as they turned to look towards the source and stopped in their tracks, dropping their packs in surprise.

“Jason? Do the cocks on those black werehorses look a little big and odd to you." James asks.

“I think this is what our dads were explaining back at the farm." He replies.

Right in front of the lift cage were two black werehorses. The only white seen on them started with the blaze on their muzzle, then finished with white tufts at their white hands and black hooves. The massive equines were setting back on their haunches and holding onto unusually large black cocks for their size. Additionally it looked like there were slow twitching nobs of flesh moving around just past the blunt head, which itself had two curious horizontal perfectly aligned deep dimples on it. The piss hole, that was persistently adding to the pool of syrup on the floor below, was even flexing a little. A guardsman uniform lay on the floor next to both horses and showed signs of being very roughly removed from a person's body.

“I don't think those are… or were originally their cocks guys." Jack suggests and begins absentmindedly rubbing his crotch.

“Yeah, pretty sure those-." Terry starts.

“...-cocks are the two guardsman I just mentioned." Crixus finishes for him.

The interruption shook the four guardsmen free of the strangely erotic and alluring vision of seeing two men in the final stages of becoming a horse cock. They shook their heads and readjusted cocks that were now completely hard inside their trousers, then cleared their throats and picked their bags back up. Jason was the first to ask the obvious question and looked right up at Crixus.

“So is that what was meant by the changing process being rather involved?"

“My my. You do get to the point." The bull beast compliments. “Yes that is what was meant, when the process was being explained to you and James by your fathers. It makes a big difference when actually seeing it happen."

“I think mind shattering comes to mind." Terry comments.

“But in a good way. Yes?" Crixus suggests and the guardsman just blushes.

“So does any of it hurt." Jack inquires honestly.

“I assure you they felt nothing but pleasure the whole time."

“Make sure they are back to their old selves before morning." Jason cautiously advises Crixus.

“We always make sure they come back… stronger and better than ever too."

All four guardsmen look at each other and exchange a nod, before walking past the Minotaur and up the nearby stairwell. They kept their eyes on the steps, after spotting an occasional puddle of syrup here and there. The excursion of ascending the steps, brought more of the infused air into their lungs and gradually pushed their arousal a little higher at each floor. Jason would have preferred they taken the lift, but something told him the operators were otherwise occupied somewhere in the domicile itself and be unavailable for the rest of the night. Each floor had different variations of sexual displays in session. One floor showed doors to all three rooms open. Inside showed men in different sex positions with their beast partner and at varying stages of being filled with syrup. Other floors had only one or two open. Sometimes the sex was happening right in their path, getting them invites to join the fun as they passed the breeding couple. It was becoming clear that there was simply too many beasts in sight, for all of them to have come from outside the tower. Some of them were likely loyal guardsman originally and now served the collective will of the Labyrinth, as new breeding beasts.

By the time they made it to the final floor below the research loft, they had already left their trousers and boots behind on one of the lower floors. Their bobbing dripping cocks were simply getting too irritated by the brushing of fabric while walking up the steps. After a few stray hands tried reaching for their shirts, they left those behind as well. All four stopped to sit down and collect themselves on the last open stairwell steps, as the infused air began to erode at their resistance to it. They looked around and saw the doors to all three rooms were still closed, but there was no sign of Bruce or Trent. All that was seen anywhere was two guardsman uniforms laying in a crumpled pile by the crystal.

“Well, maybe you won't be getting that knot after all." Jack commented.

“They probably couldn't help but eventually join the breeding frenzy below us." Terry adds.

“No big deal. We can always just suck and milk each other before sleep." James replies, before putting an arm on Jason's shoulders.

The guardsman then heard rather heavy soft footsteps travel down the steps right over them.

“Someone is big and heavy like certain men we know." Jason comments.

All four men snicker and watch the sound visually travel on down the stairs and then watches the door to the enclosed stairwell open. Out steps a familiar looking hairy man, built just like any of the larger horse handlers.

“Hay Max. Where is your mate?" Jason greets and asks, while getting to his feet.

“Don stayed upstairs to socialize a bit." The black haired handler replied.

“Is it just me or does his limp cock look just a little bigger and thicker than an average one." Terry whispers to Jack in his ear.

“It does. You think maybe he is a werehorse too?" Jack whispers back. Terry shrugs.

“You two care to share?" James asks and grins their way.

“Just that he has a big cock." Jack replies.

“Very big." Terry adds.

“It will soon be all yours." Max speaks up and taps below an ear.

Jason looks right at James and points to the room nearest to the stairwell the guardsmen were sitting at, before exchanging an arm clasp with Max and walking towards it. James gets up and then squats down behind the other two guardsmen, while giving them pats on the shoulder.

“You two sluts have fun and sleep well." He tells them before straightening back up on his feet.

Jack and Terry then watch Jason open the door just wide enough for James to walk through it, before following right behind him and closing it. Their ears then hear a distinctive organic popping and other odd wet fleshy sounds, that draws their attention back towards Max. Their mouths dropped open, as they watched what was once a man, go through his final changes into a huge black werehorse.

“Fuck. He is huge." Terry immediately comments.

“Just as beautiful as those two horses downstairs." Jack compliments.

“He actually looks just like them and…" Terry starts and doesn't finish.

Max slowly closes the distance between him and the two guardsman, while allowing his massive black equine shaft to completely relax and swing freely between his equine legs. The two guardsmen keep their eyes right on him and focus on the enticing flesh, as he then carefully steps up behind them and let's his flaccid meat simply hang right between them, the blunt head itself hovering right between their faces.

“I had a very fascinating conversation with eight Minotaur, when visiting a village named Chaney this morning." He hinted mischievously and paused, while watching the two guardsmen..

Justin and Mike remained motionless and licked their lips hungrily.

“It seems you two begged for more syrup and didn't want it to stop flowing through your bodies, as you got passed around from one bull beast to another."

Max paused again to see if they even noticed him and then allowed his cock to slowly get firm.

“It actually impressed me when they told me just how much syrup they collectively dumped inside your rounded bellies and how little of it actually came back out of you."

He watched their eyes follow the upward swinging path of his cock, as it rose into the air and began bobbing. The stallion then squatted down onto his haunches, to bring it's throbbing form down level with their mouths. They licked their lips again.

“Not many men have bodies that can handle syrup like that. Such men are very precious to the Minotaur of the Labyrinth."

He then gently placed his hands at the back of both men's necks and nudged them to lean towards his black equine flesh. The stallion closed his eyes and hummed with satisfaction, as those human mouths made contact and immediately began running up and down it's throbbing length.

“What if I told you two that your bodies could eventually handle even more syrup."

He moved his hands up to the heads and began running his fingers through their hair.

“What if I told you there was life waiting such men and your primary purpose was to have syrup pumped through your hungry capable bodies a lot more often."

He then felt the lips leave his cock and human hands grip it, just as he opened his eyes again. They were both looking at him with just as much intense focus as what they showed his equine flesh just a moment ago. He stopped running his fingers through their hair and reclined back to rest on his hands, while throbbing his cock hard enough to hint they could let it go. The throbbing flesh then swung vertical and slapped wetly against his toned front. The two guardsmen then got up on their feet and hugged him, while burying their faces into his huge muscular neck.

“Is it even possible?"

“How does it happen?"

Max chuckled and affectionately rubbed the bottom of his muzzle across their backs. They straightened back up and looked at him expectantly.

“All you have to do is simply let me fill you up, until your bellies are round and the syrup leaves your body the usual way. But then once we reach that point, I don't stop and the syrup then gets pushed through you as if your are my own cock. You will feel it push and flow through you in a way that will make you think you are my own cock. Do you think you can handle that?"

Although Jack and Terry simply looked at each and didn't say a word, their cocks throbbing hard enough to smack their bellies in response, gave the stallion the only answer he needed. He then stood back up onto his hooves and reminded the guardsmen to grab their packs, before escorting them past the crystal and into the quarters at the opposite corner of the floor. Upon closing the door, he had them simply toss the packs aside and go retrieve blankets from both beds. When they came back, he took two of them and secured them to the empty heavy curtain rod at the large window, after telling the two men to light a few candles and spread the other two blankets together across the nearby large table.

“Now. Which one of you wants to go first?" He asked after turning back around.

He waited as they exchanged a few private words between them and then nodded.

“I'll go first." Terry announced.

“Good. Get up on the table corner."

Terry did as instructed, while the stallion walked directly up to him.

“Jack can stay where he is for now, right by your side." Max assured him.

The stallion then craned his head down and began kissing Terry passionately, pushing his tongue directly into the human mouth and exploring as much of it as the other tongue allowed. The guardsman reached up with both hands and caressed the sides of the huge horse muzzle, while moaning back into the equine mouth. Max then broke the kiss and gently pushed a hand against the man's chest, gesturing him to lay back on the blanket. Terry first let himself simply fall back onto his elbows, then watch the stallion grip his ankles and pull his hanging legs on up level with the table top. He then laid completely on his back and watched as the legs were then lifted completely in the air and kept spread apart, as they were straightened out. He then watched as that familiar black throbbing equine shaft was then guided down to his anal entrance, which Max could see was already twitching in anticipation.

“Jack go ahead and get up on the table, into position to allow both of you to suck on each other at the same time. But don't start yet."

The stallion then steadied himself and allowed his blunt cock head to make contact with Terry's pulsing hole and then craned his head to make brief eye contact with both of them at the same time.

“My cock is going in and if you can handle that, it will keep going until you feel my balls touch your ass." He told Terry directly. “I will go slow enough to give your guts time to expand and accommodate my rather large shaft."

Jack briefly looked down, past his throbbing cock to Terry's face. They nodded in confirmation. They both then looked at Max and nodded again and smiled.

“Good then. You will like this part just as much Jack, as you watch his belly actually mold to the shape of my cock and then watch it disappear, as I sink deeper into him."

Max then directed his attention back to where his cock was aiming and began to slowly push forward. He whickered with approval, as he watched the hole expand and then except his sliding flesh with no visible signs of stress. His ears twitched and listened for any audible signs from Terry himself, but only heard moans and groans. The stallion pushed onward and paused briefly when he felt his cock head make contact with the second internal opening. He then slowly pushed forward and whickered again, as he felt that flesh ring expand and slide along his shaft.

“Wow." was the only thing that came out of Jack's mouth as he watched the vague outline of the blunt head appear and then disappear again.

“Start sucking on each other now." Max instructed, as he felt his balls make contact with ass.

The stallion then closed his eyes and focused on control over his syrup flow, as he begun to release it directly into Terry's deep gut. His ears twitched in response to the expected gurgles filling the air, mixing with the wet sounds of the two men enthusiastically nursing on each other and gulping down the syrup they were dumping into each other's throat. He didn't have to see to know that they had taken each other balls deep. The distinct gulping sound told him that instead. Max then allowed Terry's legs to lower down and hover over his hips, to make it more comfortable for him when his belly began to inflate, while gently holding onto the thighs.

Jack and Terry quickly lost themselves to their lust, as the combination of the syrup infused air around them and the sensual bonding moment triggered them to feed on each other as if they were starving. The logic structure of their thinking rapidly collapsed, as thoughts of living only for the syrup flowed through their minds. Max's own syrup began saturating their bodies and mixing with their own syrup, as it flowed everywhere it would be excepted. Both men then felt their bodies get warmer than the last time they were filled, as they felt their bellies get round and the syrup somehow fill them even more. They could now feel it everywhere inside them and soon stopped breathing... But didn't die.