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Lenko's Training (Or, "The First Day of the Rest of His Life")

Let's see where Lenko is at...

*****Warnings******

Tags: Rape, minotaur, Bull, Bovine, human, Master/Pet, Master/Slave,N/C, Anal, oral,

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Tetrious looked at the sleeping human figure on the bed before him. Everything had turned out well, and now it was time for Lenco-toy to awake.

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!"

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"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!"

I jerked awake at the bellow.

"I thought you weren't obedient enough, so I decided to fix that. I think you will find that you aren't the only one who can 'improve' someone," he announced as I groggily awoke.

A sense of dread filled me as I started to take stock of myself. What was he talking about? I subtly grasped my balls -I didn't think it was beyond this bastard to do something like that.

The black bull only gave an evil grin. "No, I haven't done that, yet. This is something far more ... elegant. Close your eyes." he said with an audible smirk.

Some how he blindfolded me, but, not a blindfold...rather by some unseen way my eyelids closed, startling me that they would not respond, and quickly surprise turned to terror. "What did you do!" I said as I grabbed at my face trying to find what was blocking my eyes, and flailing my other hand around trying to push my attacker away.

"I have grown tired of your defiance. It was cute, but it has started to wear on me." He voice started to come closer. "I have taken... steps to bring it down to something more enjoyable."

"What are you talking about!" I demanded as I crawled away from the booming voice, feeling the empty space with my searching hands

"I have decided to let you keep your mind, but have placed restrictions on your body. For instance, every time you speak disrespectfully to me, slap your balls, hard."

"What are you talking about!?" I demanded as I reached a wall, feeling it with one hand. Suddenly the hand that was on the wall started to move against my will. I flopped backwards and fell on my back. I felt my arm moving on its own, like it wasn't a part of my body. and lay there stunned as my arm and hand moved grasping my cock and moving it out of the way while the other prepared -

"No! You can't do this. There isn't any sort of mind-control that is this-"

to slap my exposed balls- hard.

"Mhhh..." I whimpered and slumped over as the ache spread from the tender place..

"That was a mistake. I said you would do it for each offence, and you will. I suggest you try to remain civil, or not. This is enjoyable to watch."

I realized that my hand was already winding up for a second blow. I tried to stop it. I didn't want my arm to move.

"Please, don't make me-" I cried still recovering from the first blow. I tried with all my being to freeze the traitorous arm in place, to slow it down, to make it miss, anything!

"Arrrhhhg..." the blow delivered a deep ache that spread from my balls, and I slumped over, and regained control of my arm.

"Yes. This will do quite nicely. Now look at me-" and like that I was able to see again. I was looking at the black bull standing over me, looking passive.

"If you wish to be unable to speak, you may ask for that mercy. Of course, if you can not speak, you will be unable to ask for it to be reversed. Now, you will either request permission to suck my cock, or you will hit yourself twice more."

"Please, I," I sucked air for a moment, feeling the burning ache in my balls. I couldn't say no. How do I say no? I want to say no... I tried to move my arm to sit up, but it refused. No! It was was starting to move again. One hand grasping my cock and pulling up and away from my tender balls, the other winding up for another blow.

"Let me suck your cock!" I blurted out to avoid the star inducing pain.

"Very well. I grant you permission to do so."

I felt dirty saying it. I almost regretted it I...I... Why was my arm moving? I leaned forward, not to hit myself, but to crawl? I looked up as my other arm and legs joined in. The thing I was crawling towards was the black bull's... crotch. No!

"That is right. I have improved your skills at this, though I have left your tongue and lips under your control so you can have some desire or will in this. You may gag all you wish- the way your throat convulses feels wonderful, but you shall not vomit. That is just needlessly messy."

In horror, I realised my arms and legs were going to force me to crawl up and do it. I tried to make my arms and legs stop or even slow down. My heart sunk as I got closer. I hated sucking his cock. He knew I hated it. I even told him before, but now this was worse. Now I couldn't even stop.

He stood there smirking as I moved slowly towards him, his hands placed on his nude furred hips, just grinning at my torment. I reached his hooves and got up on my knees, my arms placing my hands on his powerful hips and bringing my face to his crotch. The bull's cock was starting to swell some, but wasn't fully erect yet. The familiar musk of bull filled my nose and my face started to move towards his crotch I pressed back trying to move my face away, not towards the cock. One of my hands even reached over and gripped his cock, lining the swelling member up with my mouth. True to his words my lips were mine. I tried to keep my mouth shut as my face contacted the tip smearing a drop of musky precum from my closed lips up across my face. My body tried again, moving back and then pressing my face on to his cock once more. I couldn't turn away, just try and keep my lips closed and jaw clenched as the cock spread more precum on my face as the tip moved from my mouth across my face and I closed my eyes.

"You know, just because you can resist a command, doesn't mean it is a smart idea. Even if your brain is lacking, I would expect your balls to remember this."

With trepidation, opened my mouth slightly, but that was more than enough. My body moved down again, and his dick hit the target sliding into my mouth, and beyond. My throat was violently stretched, and my eyes opened wide and his dark rod hilted in me. I couldn't breath. I tried to move, but I was stuck, with my throat convulsing, and my nose against his pelt.

"A proper blowjob involves lip and tongue movements. Your head will move in time with your voluntary actions, to keep things in sync."

I mostly tried to push myself back from the beast, but was unable. I started to need to breath, but the cock in my mouth wouldn't permit. Panic started to set in as I tried to push off with all my body. Nothing responded, I was just choking on his cock.

"Suck if you want to breath, slave," he explained, like a coach would say to a rookie.

In a panic, pride was gone, and I sucked, slurping lewdly. As I sucked my head began to bob backwards, letting a great length of cock slide out of my mouth and letting me breathe.

"Good... And a quick breath before you go back down."

As soon as I stopped sucking my head started to move back down the shaft.

No! I willed my arms to push my body away from his hips.

Slowly I found myself gagging on more and more of his cock.

"Lips and suction if you want air boy," he reminded me.

The bull's cock was so far down my throat that my nose pressed in to the thicker fur at its base.

I started to suck and allow my lips to seal around his shaft, and my face started to move away from the glossy black pelt.

I managed to not gasp for air as my lungs were freed to breath in.

"See, you love it," he said lightly

That boiled my blood. No I didn't! I screwed my face into a scowl as I was forced to go down again.

"Oh, don't give me that look. You're rock hard yourself right now. Go ahead and grab it," he said with an audible smile.

I didn't need to be forced to reach down, the dreaded need for an answer to his accusation motivated me. I... I wasn't really hard was I? My hand slid from his hip and shakily reached down there and touched my shaft, and found it hard. I knew I needed, he wasn't letting me jerk it at all. but how? How was I hard from this?

I heard him laugh, he must have seen the look on my face as I slowly slid back down his shaft pressing my nose to his fluffy pelt again.

"You really do like it. Go ahead and start stroking yourself. Just stop fighting me, suck. Suck the seed from my cock like you really want to," he said softly caressing his hand across the back of my short hair.

No! I tried as hard as I could to resist him. I gagged and choked, doing only as much as I needed to survive. I didn't like him, and i didn't like his cock, and I didn't want to stroke mine as I sucked his, but the movement was involuntary.

"How disappointing. I thought you were going to prove me wrong," he said flatly as he grasped the back of my head by the hair and pulled my face off, then forced it back down. "I thought you were going to learn, to be better than a cheap whore," he said angrily as he started to thrust his hips into my face.

He started to grunt as he pushed into me and pulled my head back off his cock.

"This is disgraceful," he said pulling my face off his cock and looking down at me. I looked up at him with a string of saliva linking my lips and his cock.

"Stroke us both. My pleasure comes first, but if you swallow every drop, you may finish yourself."

He released the back of my head roughly and I almost fell back. I reached up unwillingly to his slick cock and started to stroke it, feeling the swollen heat in my hand.

"Faster!" he said urgently, and my arm complied. He started to huff deeper breaths.

"Squeeze harder!" he almost shouted, getting closer.

"Faster!" he bellowed, clearly close as he arced his back.

I didnt want to, but was compelled to stroke as fast as I could, horrified as his cock was pointed right in my face. It was clear now that when he did cum, it was going to be all over me.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, I could see all the signs he was right on the edge...I closed my eyes and wished I could turn my face away.

"Uuuhhhhhh!" He bellowed loudly, and a hot spray of seed hit my face, while I continued stroking his shaft and squeezed it, milking the last spurts out on to me.

He was breathing heavily and he pushed my hand away from his shaft and leaned back against the wall as he recovered.

The hot bullseed coated my face, and I still lazily stroked my hard needy shaft.

"Go ahead, you can clean it all up if you want," he said after a moment bringing a smile to his muzzle.

Oddly i wasn't compelled to do that, I think this is my choice?

I wanted to finish stroking myself so bad, and the only thing I wanted more was to not lick up the warm seed from the floor and my face.

"Is it a tough call?" he asked as he sat in his armchair and poured himself a glass of brandy from a glass decanter.

"You don't seem very motivated. I could order you to do this but I need to leave you some choices, or else you won't be able to show me your obedience," He paused for a moment, thinking. "As extra motivation, if you clean up every drop, I will let you finish yourself off," He paused for a moment looking at the glass thoughtfully.

"Or you could wait and when I'm done with this glass of brandy, I will fuck your pretty butt until you lick my seed of the floor."

I gulped and he lifted his glass in a mock toast to me.

I gritted my teeth. I wasn't going to dirty myself for him. Not of my own choice. I wasn't broken.

He took a sip from the glass, and started to stroke his cock back to life. "And I like a nice tight ass... clench up for me while I wait."

My butt squeezed tight, a chilling sensation as his words were forced on to me. In the past he had taken some time to stretch me out before we started so this wasn't a good start for my night.

He took another sip... It was almost gone. I started to shake a little in fear. Both options were bad. I had to do something, and my body would not let 'run away' be one of the choices.

My heart was almost going to explode...Shit I have to do something. Anything.

I gathered myself and...bowed down to the floor extending my tongue to the cold wet spot on the floor. I licked the spot and heard him huff once in a short a laugh.

"Good for you, but at that rate, I'm going to have time to fuck you for a good hour before you finish. Actually, that does sound appealing. Maybe you will finish just in time for me to make a new mess and we can start over."

Quickly I started to scour the floor with my lips, sucking the cold salty cum from it while still slowly stroking my cock.

Shakily once I was sure not a drop of seed remained I lifted my face from the ground and looked up at him.

He downed the last of his brandy and hopped to his hooves.

"Well done boy. Well, as I said, if you want to stroke off, you have five minutes."

I quickly started to stroke not wanting to lose this window. I pounded my cock as hard and fast as I could, trying to will myself to cum.

"Time is ticking," he said the nebulous statement. Was it two minutes left? Or four? Or one?

"Come on, do you need me to do you in the ass to finish?" he taunted.

I was frustrated and did my best to concentrate on the images in my head, not the nude bull standing before me.

"Hurry boy."

Fuck, I was starting to get close. Just a few more minutes.

He got closer. Times up. Take your hand off," he said arms crossed.

"But...Please..." I whined, feeling so close.

"Hmmm. Well." he scratched his chin in thought.

"You may tell me that you are my horny toy, and beg me for more time."

I needed it. Bad. "Please sir, I'm your horny toy, Please one more minute!"

"Go."

I started to stroke again as quickly as I could.

"Ten," he said flatly.

What? What's he talking about?

"Nine."

Oh shit!

"Eight."

I stroked as hard as I could, my heart was racing like the clock.

"Seven."

Faster!

"Six."

Harder!

"Five."

"No..." I moaned quietly. I didn't think I was going to make it.

"Four," still flat and emotionless.

Come on, I'm so close!

"Three."

"Please, No!" I cried out slamming my cock with my hand.

"Two."

"Please!" I cried aloud as I stroked closer to completion.

"One. Hand off boy," he said coolly, standing over me.

I moaned as my hand started to move away from my throbbing shaft just as I breached the point of no return.

"Nooooo...." my cry turned into a huffing sob as I fell forward on to my hands and knees. A ruined orgasm... cum slowly dripping from the tip of my cock to the floor.

I felt a furred hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see the smiling face of my owner.

"Well, you seem to have made a turn-around. I knew you would be well suited to this life. I knew you would get over your hangups soon enough."

"I'm not gay!" I insisted with as much power as I could asert.

"Just you keep telling yourself that, if it makes you feel better, but for now we have something more important. "You seem to have made a mess. It's time for you to clean it up."

I didn't try to resist, and I wasn't 'compelled'. I just looked at my dribble on the floor and bowed down at his hooves to lap it up. I know I'm not gay.

"Good boy, now crawl in to my bed, you know I like to breed you before we sleep, my horny little toy."

I crawled next to him towards his bed, where I knew he would fuck me as he saw fit before putting me in my box for the night.

He dropped into the bed-mat and I sat on my haunches on the floor like an animal while he situated himself.

"Here boy, bring me that sweet ass of yours," he said while patting the bed next to his hip.

I hesitantly climbed into the bed, unwilling to resist. I wasn't gay. I was just... too tired. Too strained by my last ...experience... to fight him right now.

I crawled up to him and slid under the single thick blanket, thankful for his warmth in the cold room.

His hand grasped my thigh and rolled me over on to my belly. I tensed up, I knew what he was going to do next. A lubed finger pressed in and I gave a whimper, my only protest.

He rolled on top of me after a moment, his fat cock swelling as it lay on my ass.

He whispered softly in my ear:

"It's only rape if you say no..." Did he wanted me to consent to... this?

"No..." I said softly, almost a whisper. I didn't want this. I wasn't going to just give up.

His fists grasped my wrists. Firmly.

"No... tonight, I want you to ask for it." He released my wrists and rolled me over, as he kneeled on the bed between my splayed legs. "Tell me that you want me in you."

"I need you master. Please fuck me hard!" My traitorous mouth spoke.

"You want me to fuck you toy?" he asked?

"Deep, with power!" I said aghast at the words that came unbidden from my mouth.

"Oh, my toy, I can give you that!" he said heartily as he complied with my 'request'.

He hefted my legs around his hips and pressed in slowly, sliding deeper and deeper into me. Once he was hilted he gave me a grin.

"That was the deep. This is the power," and he leaned over me, his chest pressing in to my shocked face, as he pressed in and then out only an inch or two, but with rapid forceful thrusts. his arms pressed in to the bed around me, as I each thrust jerked my body forcefully. I lay under him accepting the fucking passively, unable to resist, though whether it was his control over me, or just being overpowered and broken by the fucking I can't say. I know I lay there in a daze and listened to his grunting and huffing as he breeded my ass with his steel hard rod.

I'm not gay, I thought under the din of his beastial sex rampage.

When he was done, I lay under him, my hole loose and sensitive to the slight movements of the rod sliding from it. I hugged his chest close, shaking some after the ordeal. His arms wrapped gently around me as I lay as a broken husk under him.

"You're a good boy," he said as he started to drift off.

I grasped him close and held his chest lightly in the embrace.

"I'm a good boy," I said softly.

"I love you, toy," he murmured.

I'm not gay. Am I?