To Tame A Warrior
Keo shifted uneasily in his seat. It was bad enough that the tropical warmth and humidity were severely irritating to a Northlander like him- it was something he'd had to deal with since he'd left his tribe to began his journey South- but the fact that he was so close yet so far from his quarry, the fact that his hands were itching to reach for his broad sword beneath the table, it was almost too much to bear. The air in the tent didn't seem to be that much better than it was outside, and Keo found himself sweating somewhat underneath his thick gray fur.
Sitting across the small table from him was a large, brown, bull. Easily the biggest one he'd seen since he'd arrived at the encampment in the middle of the forest. Dressed comfortably in a simple loin cloth, his perfectly sculpted body was adorned with battle scars and tribal markings, his red eyes the only betrayer of his age. One of his horns seemed to be chipped off, from a battle no doubt. This tribe of minotaurs that the werewolf had been sent to infiltrate seemed to be as proud of their battle scars as his own tribe up North. In that, Keo felt it almost a shame that he would have to kill the chieftain sitting across him, when the time was right.
"It is a far distance, you have travelled young one, is it not?" the chieftain asked. "Your kind is rarely seen in these parts. Although as fellow warriors, you are always welcome."
"Thank you," Keo said in reply, taking a sip of wine from the goblet he had been offered earlier.
"Five years after our rites of passage into adulthood, our tribe sends us out into the world to gain as much knowledge and experience as we possibly can before we return. Most of us venture Northwards, simply because the weather is more...welcoming for us there."
"Ah, I have noticed," the chieftain chuckled with a deep voice. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable, young one, if you weren't wearing so much furs and armour."
Considering how uncomfortable he felt, and how much he was sweating, there was nothing more that Keo would have loved to do. "Perhaps later," he said. He didn't want to be caught off-guard in an attack after all.
"So why have you ventured South then, unlike so many of your brothers and sisters?" the chieftain asked further.
"I wanted to see more of the world," Keo replied honestly. No harm in telling the truth, or part of it, to a person who was going to be dead soon. "I have heard wild stories of the grand cities they have further Southward. Indeed I have been to a few of them myself. In a way I feel that some of the cultures, alien though they may be are a new experience to me which I believe will benefit me more than had I ventured North."
"I'm glad you think so," the chieftain replied. "You may feel free to ask me anything during your stay. If I am able to help, I will do so."
Deciding to push his luck a bit, Keo leaned forward, "If I may ask, chieftain, I saw some people in the camp who weren't of your kind. Not minotaurs, I mean. Some humans, even. How did they end up living and travelling with you?"
The chieftain didn't seem to be unnerved at all. "They are here willingly of course. Some were travellers like you, who decided to stay with us. Some were from poorer parts of the country who became our servants for the food and protection we provide." If it was a lie, it was well rehearsed lie. They were the reason Keo was here to begin with.
Being a wolf from a tribe of warriors with little other skills than killing, fighting, and fucking women from brothels in every town he passed, most of Keo's 'adventures' had revolved around payment. While he really was travelling South for the experience and the adventure, women and ale did not come free, which was why in some cities or towns that he passed, he took the occasional odd job that his unique skills helped him with. Being a wolf, and considering how intimidating and large he seemed to some of the locals in the places he'd been, there were always some who would hire him to fight off robbers who invaded their towns, save their loved ones or things like that.
This was another one of those missions. Him stumbling into the tauren encampment was no coincidence at all. In the last tavern he'd been to, a scared young badger had come to him, telling him of how his small village had been raided by these tauren, and how most of the village people had been either killed or enslaved. He had mentioned the collars, and apparently these tauren were quite famous for using them. There was some magic in them, apparently, that kept the wearers docile and subservient. There were rumors that the slaves were gathered in another larger settlement in the Deep Forest, where they were used to mine for gold, but Keo wasn't concerned with them right now. He'd scouted this camp from a distance before approaching, and considering the raid on the badger's village hadn't been too long ago, he figured that the slaves in this camp were the ones he would be paid to liberate. Perhaps he would worry about the larger settlement in the future.
He'd counted about 20 tauren in the camp. Suicide if he took them all on at once, but all he'd need to do was sneak into the chief's tent at night and slit his throat. If he could sneakily take out at least six or seven more of them, he was pretty sure that he could fight off the rest of them.
Despite the fact that the minotaurs seemed to be a tribe of warriors, Keo relished the challenge. His tribe was a proud tribe too, and it was in his blood to hunger for a good fight. It would also prove that the wolves were superior. Once it was done, he'd find a way to break the collars, and bring them all home. Simple enough. He'd handled worse before, after all, like dragons and witches, but that was another story.
"Well," Keo said, pretending to be satisfied with the chieftain's answer. "I am afraid I am rather tired after the long trek I've had today. Would you mind if I retire for tonight?"
"Not at all," the chieftain replied with a wide grin. "I will have one of my men escort you to your tent."
As both men stood up from their chairs, the chieftain outstretched his hand, which Keo warily shook just to placate the old bull with false promises of friendship. The old bull had a surprisingly strong grip, he found, in addition to the fact that the hand was wet with what was obviously sweat, considering how the tent seemed to only get warmer as the night progressed. Keo tried his best not to show discomfort, faking a smile, even. Although as the grip was released, and he turned around to leave, he found himself doubting, if only for a second, if what the badger had told him was the truth. The chieftain had been more than a little hospitable to him, after all, and if they really were a proud race of warriors, he didn't see why the minotaurs would resort to such dishonourable tactics as magic.
Either way, the badge was the one who would be paying him, not the minotaur. And he had the whole night to think things through, in case he wanted to change his mind.
As Keo entered his tent, he took off his armor and laid his sword next to the pile of furs he would be sleeping in. Although he wished he could take off all his clothes down to his loincloth in the insufferable heat, he did not want to risk being caught with nothing on in case the minotaurs tried anything in his sleep. Which is why he kept his pants and tunic on-both had knives hidden up their sleeves in the event of an emergency. Although as he lay down under the covers on the floor of the tent, he found himself wondering again if he should really be so paranoid. The chieftain looked honorable enough. He wouldn't attack a guest, would he? Even if the other people had been enslaved, as the badger had said, the wolf was a fellow warrior. Perhaps the mutual respect they had for each other would prevent the minotaur from trying anything.
It was too bad, though, that the wolf had no way of knowing that the wine he had been offered earlier in the chief's tent had been drugged. And while he attributed his lethargy to his long trek to the woods and the heat, as he lay down to sleep, the wine's effects had him falling into a sleep deeper than he'd intended. Deep enough that the knives he kept on him would make little difference to the intruder in this tent that night.
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"Rise and shine, wolf!"
In a matter of a few seconds, Keo found himself not just rudely awakened, but yanked, forward and out of his sleeping place onto the floor of the tent. Standing in the darkness at the center of the tent was a tall, black minotaur, holding what appeared to be a glowing, red chain of pure energy. As the wolf shook his head quickly to shake off his grogginess, he realized, with disdain, that the chain was obviously magickal in nature. What was worse was what the chain was attached to- a realization that had him panicking immediately and fumbling for his blades.
It was a leather collar, tightly wound round his neck. The chain seemed to be pulsating forth from a red gem embedded in it, similar to the ones he'd seen on the 'slaves' of the camp. Cursing himself for his carelessness, the wolf found himself hoping that he could at least cut off the leather with his knife, seeing that he did not see any hope in cutting through the magical chain with plain steel.
"Looking for these?" he heard a gruff chuckle come from above him.
The wolf looked up then, and realized with despair that the situation was worse than he'd imagined- the two knives he'd meant to use were now sheathed into the black minotaur's belt.
Stumbling to his feet, he realized that the only hope he had now was to somehow dispatch the minotaur quickly with his claws- a hope that was dashed as a sharp blow was delivered to the side of his face, sending him sprawling on the floor in pain. He didn't even have a chance to recover from the blow as he found himself being dragged, by the end of the chain, out of the tent. Struggling not to choke, he found himself struggling to get up on all fours and keep up with the black minotaur, who seemed to be parading him past a whole group of other minotaurs as he led him towards the entrance to the chieftain's tent.
Keo's face burned with shame, his heart sinking with defeat. While he had been alone in the tent with the black one, he might have been able to fight and wrest the chain free. But now, being surrounded by so many, there was no way he could overpower his way to freedom. The chieftain came out of the tent, a serious look on his face as he took the chain from the black minotaur. Unlike the rest of the minotaurs, there didn't seem to be a look of gloating on his face. In those brief, few seconds, Keo wondered if this was all a misunderstanding. If, by some slim chance, perhaps the chieftain would set him free.
"Come," the chieftain said simply to him, walking purposefully into the tent, pulling his chain with him.
Keo gritted his teeth with anger. To be dragged forth here had been one thing, but to have been called forward like a dog? At least the chieftain seemed to be going back into his tent alone.
Perhaps he would get a chance to rip out the old bull's heart after all. Which was why he decided to play along for now, getting up as far as his chain would allow him to as he ambled into the tent after the minotaur.
At the very least, some small voice whispered at the back of his head, his mind was still his own. Perhaps the chieftain was honorable after all, in that he hadn't been reduced to a mindless slave yet.
"Well, young one," the minotaur said. "Looks like you are in quite a situation here."
"Let me go," Keo replied, trying to sound as threatening as he possibly could.
"I'm afraid that option has been long taken away from you since you took your first sip of wine tonight," the chieftain replied, his face still a mask of seriousness. "Still did you really believe that we would let you walk out of here? You're a wolf of the North. We scarcely run into other warriors like you, which is why I'm going to keep you."
"Keep me?" Keo spat with disgust. "Who do you think I am?"
"Stand."
There was something about the tone in which the chieftain said it. It sent shivers down Keo's spine. What scared him the most was that his body seemed to automatically respond to the order, straightening up from his half-kneeling position until he was standing upright, stiff as a board in front of the old bull.
"Wh..what did you do?" Keo asked.
"The collar you're wearing," the chieftain said as he dropped the chain, "Does more than allow me to yank you around." The red glowing chain seemed to dissipate into nothingness as the minotaur approached him. "It gives me complete control of your body. Which as you might have guessed, is how we keep the rest of the slaves in this camp in check. They can try to run when we're not looking, but all I need is to will it so, and they will come marching right back into our welcome arms."
"Let me go," Keo whispered hoarsely, unable to sound threatening anymore.
"Is the proud wolf warrior begging for freedom?" the minotaur chuckled evilly as he drew even closer, so much that Keo could smell the wine on his breath.
For the first time in a long time, the wolf was actually afraid. A lifetime of servitude? Even death was preferable to this! Still he would not bring himself to beg. He would not. Could not.
"You may have noticed," the minotaur whispered, one of his fingers tracing down the center of Keo's tunic, "How some of our slaves here seem to be perfectly content being here. While others...well others would have shouted to warn you were it not for the strict orders we gave to them for silence and obedience. There is a difference between them- another spell, if you may. The collar is only the beginning, young one."
And as he said this, he reached down and drew out his own knife, cutting off the tunic and belt the wolf wore, allowing his clothes to drop down to the floor. Just like that, the wolf was now naked before the minotaur save for the collar round his neck and his loincloth. The minotaur drew even more dangerously closer now, such that the wolf could now detect a hint of the minotaur's musky, foul sweat in the air.
"When we shook hands, just now, you may or may not have noticed something else, happening," the minotaur whispered hoarsely. "You see, us minotaurs, our sweat has a tendency of arousing... pleasure, in other creatures."
"I experienced no such thing!" Keo protested almost immediately, feeling even more horrified at the advances the old bull seemed to be putting on him. "I bed only women!"
"Mmm...not after tonight," the chieftain chuckled, giving his neck a playful lick, causing the werewolf to shudder with revulsion, wishing his hands would only respond and wrap themselves around the minotaur's throat.
"As I was saying," the chieftain continued as he started walking over towards the pile of furs that was his bed, laying down on his side. "You were only touching my hand, young one. It was only enough to inspire enough trust in you that you would doubt your mission here and think better of me. And yes, I knew why you were here from the start. Don't think our kind does not have eyes and ears in other places, little pup. Come over here and lay down beside me."
As his body mechanically did as he was told, Keo screamed inside with every step he took towards the old bull, hoping for a miracle. This was not how he had imagined himself ending up.
Never in his life, had he felt so helpless, so weak. As he lay down beside the bull, the old chieftain grinned and moved atop him, straddling his thighs as he put both his gigantic hands down on either side of Keo's head.
"My hand won't be the only thing touching your beautiful skin tonight, little wolf," the minotaur teased. "By the end of tonight, you will trust me and adore me even more than any woman you have taken to bed."
The sheer amount of minotaur musk bathing his nostrils was bad enough from just being in this position beneath him. As Keo desperately found himself trying to think of some way to get free, the chieftain began moving, pressing his hips downwards such that his member was pressing down hard on the wolf's own. Even through the loincloth, Keo could feel the massive size and sheer rigidity of it- and it didn't seem to even be completely hard yet! As the minotaur began grinding his hips against his, the delicious friction generated by their two members quickly changed the sense of intimidation the wolf felt to a sense of awe and respect, despite his efforts to remind himself that this was wrong. It was as though the minotaur's member was not just grinding into his own, but chipping away at his defenses at the same time. Before long, he met the minotaur's grunts of satisfaction with soft, low moans of his own, moans that he tried to stifle with little success.
Somehow, the sheer warmth between their two members seemed to feel as though they would burn through the barriers of cloth that separated them. If Keo had control of his limbs, he had a feeling that his hands would have involuntarily reached in between their pressed bodies to just rip his own loincloth off.
It was just as this occured to him that the minotaur leaned in forward and planted a deep, tender, loving kiss on his muzzle. A kiss that the wolf found himself opening up to, allowing the minotaur's strong tongue to enter his maw as the minotaur ripped off their loincloths with his bare hands, allowing their proud, erect members to spring free. The sensation of the minotaur's bare hands, wrapping around his cock, coupled with the soul searing kiss he was experiencing was too much for the wolf, as his already weakening defenses wore even thinner. He found himself moaning with even less restraint than he had before.
While kissing was a carnal pleasure not foreign to him, to be on the receiving end for once, to have a stronger, sweatier body press down on his as his mouth was plundered shamelessly was a new delight to him. The once proud warrior who once took pride in being able to take three women in bed with him at once now found himself losing conviction the teachings drilled into him in his youth, that a true male wore pride in being the master. In this situation, his mind could only rationalize that perhaps, if he enjoyed this so much, perhaps he didn't deserve to be a proud warrior. Perhaps he would be happier forever this way, a subservient, man-loving whore. It was a prospect that he found scaring him less and less, as though the minotaur's expert hands were massaging the fears out of him through every well-timed pump on his straining member.
"Mmm...you're all mine now, young one," the minotaur murmured huskily in between kisses. "All mine."
"Mmm..yours..." Wait, was that, his voice? When had he gotten so weak? So docile?
Before these thoughts could even cement themselves in Keo's lust-fogged brain, the minotaur had gotten up. Keo barely had time to process what was going on before the minotaur chanted a word under his breath that had the red chain rematerialize, leading all the way into the chieftain's hands. In one swift motion, the minotaur gave a sharp tug that had Keo sprawling forwards, landing on all fours in front of the minotaur.
"Heh, I'm glad you finally agree, slave. Perhaps its time to seal the deal, then?" the minotaur chuckled.
The view of the minotaur's gloriously rock-hard cock and his perfect tree-trunk thighs, were the only things in Keo's world for a few brief seconds until the minotaur walked away. Even without being ordered to do so, Keo found himself compelled to stay in the same position until told to do so, even though inside he really wanted to keep staring at the minotaur. Behind him, the minotaur reached over to a small table for a small wooden bowl filled with clear liquid which he lathered all over his giant cock which was already oozing precum. As put back the first bowl however, he grabbed a second one which seemed to be filled with black ink.
Keo shuddered quietly as he felt the minotaur's fingers trace strange marks on his back. It was obviously going to be magic of some kind, a fact that had the still lucid part of his mind screaming even harder now to move- although, with the chain still in the minotaur's hands, it would be a futile effort.
"Wh..what did you-", But before Keo coud finish his question about what the marks were for, another concern presented itself as he felt the tip of the bull's cockhead pressing at the entrance to his anal passage. After all the shameful acts he had been subjected to tonight, this would be the penultimate one, where the bull would cum inside his depths and mark him as his bitch.
Despite everything, the submissive part of Keo found himself welcoming this sensation. Perhaps it would bring an end to all the conflicting thoughts in his head once and for all. He welcomed it all- the pain that came with it, the delicious warmth of having the old bull's pulsing hot member pressed into his tight, warm cavern, especially the strange alien feeling of being touched in that deep spot where he'd never been touched before.
"Mmm, I never imagined being inside someone so tight before," the minotaur teased, pulling sharply on the chain such that Keo's head was raised as the minotaur's other hand clutched his shoulder to steady himself. "And the fact that you are, or, well, used to be, a warrior makes this even more delicious. So brace yourself, slave. And prepare to have your whole world change before you."
And with that, the minotaur began thrusting. Slowly, at first, almost lazily in such well-timed movements that were almost hypnotic in rhythm. Each time he went in he seemed to press harder, and longer than before, overwhelming the wolf with such pleasure that Keo eventually found himself drooling, his mouth hanging open as he grunted in time with each of the minotaur's thrusts.
"Mmm...never thought defeat could taste so wonderful, did you slave?" the minotaur chuckled between one of his thrusts. "Your honor...nghh...your pride...ahh...is nothing compared to my nice, long, juicy, cock planted so deep inside you that you can't tell anymore that we're two separate beings. Mmm...my pleasure is your pleasure, slave, and this is how it's always going to be for you."
The thrusts came harder and faster now, in such a way that Keo found himself bucking his hips back expectantly to meet them. Around him, the world really did seem to fade away beyond these sensations pounding into his brain. There was nothing else for him now. Nothing but the feel of his master's glorious cock inside him, the scent of his delicious musk, and how nice it felt when their skin touched. So much that he couldn't tell where he began or ended now, from the tip of his master's cock. As far as he was concerned, he was a tool. A mindless plaything. And he loved it.
As the thrusts reached a crescendo, he found himself shouting along with his master as the minotaur came, shooting a massive load of steaming hot bullseed deep inside him. The first of, he found himself hoping, many more to come.
As the minotaur pulled out of him, the wolf allowed himself to be led back to bed by his collar. Wordlessly, the minotaur pulled him up so that the wolf lay atop him, his head resting on the minotaur's perfect chest. The wolf nuzzled his head lovingly into his master's chest fur, wetting his own face with even more of the minotaur's delicious odours. He realized now with the sheer amount of time that he had spent pressed into that beautiful, perfect, body, his fur coating his entire body now probably only smelt like him. And that was the way he liked it. He wanted to forever smell like the bull God he so worshipped.
His master beckoned him closer with his finger, and so he drew even closer, such that the master could whisper directly into his ears as two powerful arms as thick as masts wrapped themselves around him in a possessive embrace.
"Repeat after me, slave," the minotaur whispered hoarsely. "I am yours."
As he said this, one of his hands reached down and grabbed the wolf's still-hard member firmly, squeezing almost that the words spilled out of the wolf's mouth. "I am yours."
"Louder, slave," the minotaur grinned, stroking the wolf's member deliciously.
"I am yours," the wolf declared louder, not noticing the marks on his back beginning to glow.
"LOUDER, SLAVE!" the minotaur barked.
"I AM YOURS!" the wolf shouted shamelessly at the top of his lungs, coming almost immediately as he spilt his load onto his master's stomach and thighs. The marks on his back seemed to burn now, but he did not care. All that mattered was the feeling of his master milking out every drop of his seed with his hands.
With the third time he repeated that sentence, Keo's fate was sealed, the spell the minotaur had begun with drawing the marks on his back complete now that he had marked Keo as his and Keo himself had verbally announced his slavery three times. Even if the collar or the chain were to be removed now, it would be as though he was permanently leashed to the old bull, following him everywhere with as much dignity as a dog would have, constantly desperate for attention from the chieftain. A lifetime's worth of training in the fine arts of swordplay, and rough brawling. All that he had been taught about, all that he had dreamed of now reduced to this simple, yet fulfilling form of bliss. Gone was the bloodthirsty warrior who had slain many foes in his travels, and in its place now, a loving, devoted pleasure slave to add to the chieftain's collection.
"Very good, pup," the chieftain smiled benevolently, basking in the afterglow of raping both the wolf's body and mind, as well as the new look of respect on the wolf's face. "I could have sent you off to the mines, but I think I'll keep you. It's not every day I get to tame a warrior, and watch him go down on my cock. Now...I think you should clean up your mess with your tongue. And show me how much you love me while you're down there."
"Yes, master," Keo replied dutifully, the old bull's deep voice like warm liquid honey running through his veins. Desperate for more of the master's approval, he went to his duty at once, lowering himelf until he was lapping at the drops of his own seed on the master's stomach, working his way down to the master's thighs. Tonight was a night of new discoveries for him, and he would keep on going, soaking in the taste of the master's sweat mingled with his own seed before he reached his master's spent member.
"Aaaah yes," the minotaur sighed, leaning back as he savored the feel of the wolf's wet muzzle close around his member. "I'm going to enjoy keeping you around, slave. If taking down warrior's instead of weaklings always feels this good, perhaps it's time we pay your brothers a visit soon. I know your kind hides their settlements from other folk, but that won't be a problem for us now, will it?" The minotaur scratched the wolf's ear lovingly as the wolf continued sucking. And even though the wolf didn't answer immediately, Keo knew that it really wouldn't be a problem.
After all, it was only fair that he shared the joys of being tamed with the rest of his brethren.