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RETURN OF THE LABYRINTH: TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION

Aside from the brief personal exchange between Shamus and the Minotaur, that was not shared with Jason, Justin had enough information and details to vindicate the reality that the Minotaur were indeed real and very much alive. This of course led to a whole new series of questions he was quite sure the guardsman was incapable of answering and that would require the help of someone who was better educated at deciphering the persistent mysteries of the lore surrounding the bull beasts. Justin then saw Mike approach with another naked brown haired man tagging along beside him. This person had the same build and stature as Jason. His suspicion was confirmed when the man was introduced as James and part of Jason's four man squad. All four of them had a brief conversation, going over the details of the entire encounter again in quicker succession.

“So let me ask you a rather obvious question." Jason inquires of Justin and Mike. “Who is wanting to know so much about these encounters, which up until two days ago… even I thought was fanciful embellishment of tawdry gossip?"

“Our squad leader Matt is conducting a covert information gathering operation to figure out what is and isn't real within the stories, that is spreading throughout the citadel community like a bad sickness outbreak. He is doing this per request of the Council. They are... concerned." Justin answers.

'I'll bet they are." James chimes in and folds his arms.

“Matt wouldn't tell us much about the specifics of the Council's suspicions, but he made it clear they were rather determined to find a way to silence the source and put an end to them as quickly as possible." Mike adds.

“There has got to be more they are not telling you guys." Jason suggests.

“Matt told us everything that was given to him, plus his own personal input to make it more understandable." Justin admits.

“Name me one moment the Council has ever been completely transparent with the male guardsmen." James challenges to no one in particular.

All four chuckled, after the other three nodded in agreement.

“So what happens to my squad, once this information reaches the Council?" Jason asks.

“The information will be reviewed by Matt first. Then he decides how to properly structure it in a manner that will get the councilmen the least upset." Justin assures.

“The whole song and dance routine all of us squad leaders know too well."

“If he does his job well enough, then the worst your squad will have to endure is the uncomfortable interrogation itself."

“What about until then?"

“Keep your ears open and help us figure out the nature of this new infectious social trend that is manifesting among the men in the citadel. Matt specifically needs to know what exactly we are getting involved with, while doing the investigation."

“Do we have Matt's word this stays under our control, until it is time to report to the council?" James asks with genuine concern in his voice.

“You have his word." Mike tells him.

“What about Cid?" Jason asks poignantly.

“Matt is keeping him… mellow." Justin reminds the two guardsmen.

“Tell him thank you for us."

“Yeah. Cid tends to be too loyal to the pussy for his own good." James harshly criticizes.

“I think that is going a bit far." Jason defends reluctantly.

“Both of us recently witnessed him being resistant to how this investigation is being conducted. Fortunately, him and Matt have served together for quite a while and been through some pretty bad shit together. If the situation ever arose, I think he would choose Matt over the Council." Justin inplies.

“We need to have a chat elsewhere inside the Sanctum." Jason suggests rather offbeat.

Justin raised an eyebrow, as the guardsman motioned for him and Mike to follow him. James was right behind them and raised his arms up onto their shoulders, as he settled in between them.

“We have something we want to share with you two, but do not trust the outside of the Sanctum to talk about it openly. Especially after hearing what you just told us." He whispered to both of them.

Justin and Mike looked at each other and just shrugged, as they continued to follow Jason on up to the same entrance Lance had just passed through moments ago. Both doors opened for them, as two fully clothed men exchanging light laughter came out of them. They stepped aside and held the doors open for the group of four men, as everyone exchanged polite smiles and nodded. The two men then grinned rather big to each other, before closing the doors again themselves and continuing along the covered path back to the Grove entrance.

“You two ever been inside here before?" Jason asked as he stopped and turned to face them.

“Never had a…" Justin started

“...reason to do so." Mike finished, as they briefly looked at each other.

“Then how do you two unwind after work or during mandatory leaves?" James asks.

“We both have a shared love for the wilderness." Justin explains. “Mike here grew up in a village outside the citadel and I grew up the child of Wayfarer parents."

“Wayfarers. You guys get around and see a lot." Jason comments. “As for you Mike. What village you come from?"

“Cranston." The man replies with a hint of pride.

“Oh my. The famous breeders of the huge horses that power the lifts and plows their huge fields." James compliments and gives the man a pat right on the chest.

If this were in a more public space, Mike would be giving James a few choice words about the casual behavior. But they were in a place known for the sanctity of men simply being men without judgment or societal expectations, as the long candle lit phrase etched into the stone wall behind Jason suggests in it's own blunt way.

“This is encouraging news. You two are likely to handle what we have to tell you and handle it a little better than the other citadel born guardsmen. First, we get towels."

With those final words, Jason has them follow him through the nearby shadowed doorway, into the bigger locker room. Both noticed that the humidity level was a little higher inside the room and that there was a noticeable thin layer of fog floating just above the floor. Although they were indoors now, they could both smell the intense vibrant scents that one normally associates with the forest. They watched as Jason and James walked up to neighboring lockers and opened them, before pulling out rather large brown body size towels and tossed them over their shoulders.

“The towels are supplied by the Sanctum…" Jason started as he began walking away.

“...and kept refreshed on a regular basis." James added, as he joined him.

“Just select an open locker, leave your clothes and grab a towel. We will be just outside waiting." Jason assures, as they step through a thin cloud of mist rolling in through the other better illuminated doorway.

Justin and Mike waited until the two men completely disappeared, before discussing how far they wanted to go, for the sake of Matt's independent investigation, while opening neighboring lockers and began undressing themselves.

“I'm not sure about what could be so important, to conduct the rest of the conversation in here of all places, but hopefully Matt will find it just as useful as what we have already." Mike comments with a slight tone of concern in his voice.

“You and I both. I don't mind using this assignment as an excuse to finally see what all the gossip is about with this place, but I also want something of real value to bring back with us."

“Considering what is likely waiting for us outside this room, I would probably feel a little more at ease if there were some naked ladies mixed in as well."

Both had finished undressing and grabbed their towels, before closing the lockers.

“You and I both know that when it comes to sex, it can be tits or cock in the mix and you would be completely comfortable with either one." Justin teases and gives Mike a light rib jab.

“Pretty sure your just as guilty. Especially after seeing your grin this morning, when that old man stepped up to the window naked himself." Mike retaliates with a slap of the towel and snickers.

“Okay. But how long had you been sitting in that chair watching them?"

“Not that long really. You didn't miss much."

“Pervert."

“Slut."

Both then burst out snickering and began slowly walking towards the misty doorway.

“So. All the way in?" Justin asks.

“If we have to." Mike affirms.

Both squint their eyes a little, to adjust to the brighter ambient diffused lighting, that greeted them just outside the locker room. Although the fog at the ground level wasn't all that dense, it did obscure their view of the opposite wall. They looked right towards the foliage of the indoor garden and caught a glimpse of the other two guardsmen hairy asses and towels, just before they disappeared into the fog shrouded greenery. There was no visible path departing anywhere from along the stone edge they were standing on. Justin simply pointed to where they saw the men disappear, then walked off onto the dirt and into the densely packed plants. The moment their feet made contact, it became obvious they were not walking on dirt. It felt soft like carpet or moss, but the more sensitive nerve endings in their toes told them it was more like finely shredded wood. Although the total size of the green area itself was small for an indoor garden, the density of both the plants and fog made walking a slow progression. Both snickered, as Mike himself nearly walked right into one of the hidden columns. Justin then held up a finger and cleared his throat.

“Hey. You smell that? It's subtle, but definitely there." He asks.

Mike sniffed the air and a confused look manifested on his face.

“It smells a little sweet. Like…"

“Like the syrup we had this morning at breakfast?"

“Yeah. Does Shamus himself like serve food here too?"

“Good question. It would be a good way to lure some men I can think of."

Both exchanged a knowing smirk.

“I think it is maybe coming from this direction." Mike suggested and moved past Justin.

Both of them were not surprised that the chosen direction also made the fog denser. They simply kept slowly walking deeper into the garden and breathed in more of the air, as it gradually became sweeter and began quickly relaxing their thoughts. At one point, the two men looked down and noticed their cocks had now become hard and started occasionally dripping. They couldn't resist the humor of the moment and made an observation about them now having a compass to point the way towards the other two guardsmen. Justin found himself admiring the wide variety of plants growing within the enclosed garden and allowed himself to fall back a little, while keeping Mike just at the edge of viewing range.

The sweetness in the air was becoming more noticeable and eventually encouraged Mike to stop briefly at one column and inhale a couple deep breaths. He then had to grip the column and steady himself, as he felt briefly dizzy, but then soon felt better. In fact he was feeling very relaxed right now and allowed his mind to wonder a little while standing in place. Justin himself was experiencing much the same reaction, but forgot to stop himself while caught up in the midst of wondering thoughts of his own and bumped right into his squad mate. Both guardsmen froze in place and gripped each other, as they realized the first part to make contact was the ass cheeks of one and the hard dripping cock of the other one. They simply stood still and breathed in more of the air, as the cock throbbed and sunk a little in between Mike's cheeks. Justin then found himself gradually push forward very slowly and received no sign from his friend to stop, as he pulled the man closer to him into a hug.

“Mike. I…" Justin starts to say.

“Shh." Mike responds.

Both breathed in more of the enticing air, as the ass cheeks then pushed back just as slowly, before pulling forward a little and then pushing further back over Justin's cock. He pushed a little harder that time and sunk in until he felt his cock make contact with the man's pulsing rosebud. Mike closes his eyes and reaches up to his head with a hand, before pulling it forward onto his shoulder and turning his own head to whisper into the man's ear.

“Go ahead."

Justin then closes his eyes and hugs Mike tightly, as he slowly pushes past the pulsing entrance and forward into the man's warm anal cavity. He keeps sliding in until all of his cock is inside the man and stops.

“Fuck. Someone is a big boy." Mike observes, as he strokes Justin's head.

“You too." Justin comments, as he wraps a hand around his friend's throbbing cock.

Both shuffle sideways and back slightly, as Mike leans forward a little and grips the column with both hands. Justin then straightens up and moves both hands to the man's hips, before he pulls out a little and then push back in. After hearing no protest, he repeats the motion and begins thrusting in and out of the man's ass.

“Fuck, that feels good mate. Angle down just slightly."

Justin obliges, then thrusts downward and feels his cock glide right over a pulsing slight bugle inside the warm inviting ass. This stimulates Mike to moan a little and spurs him onward to begin thrusting faster.

“Oh fuck yes. You got it now. Keep going."

Justin leaned slightly, then rested his forehead between Mike's shoulder blades and increased the pace. This was just simple basic desire and breeding. Neither one cared to drag it out like some love making session they had with a woman. They were just two horny men that wanted this and wanted it now. Justin then straightened back up and tilted his head upwards, as he increased his thrusting pace again. Mike began making encouraging grunts and moans, as the hips made slapping noises of their own. The breeding man shifted his hands up to the shoulders and increased the pace some more.

“Fuck yes. Someone likes this big cock of mine in him." Justin observes.

Mike only grunted in response.

“Yeah you do."

“Make sure." Grunt slap slap. “You let me." Slap slap. “Return." Groan “The favor."

“How about now?" Justin replies, before pulling completely out of Mike and takes up his own leaning breeding position right net to him.

Mike needed no further encouragement and took up position right behind Justin, then began guiding his throbbing dripping cock right between the man's ass cheeks. He stopped right at his friend rosebud and waited.

“Push it on in mate. I'm ready."

Mike shifted his hands to Justin's hips and slowly pushed in through the pulsing anal ring and gasped at how good it felt. It was better than feeling firm lips slide over his cock.

“Sounds like this is your first ass." Justin commented after a couple groans.

“I didn't think a man's ass would feel this good." Mike comments and bottoms out.

“Ah. Well… it will always feel this good." Justin assures in between more groans.

With those words, Mike began to slowly pull himself back out and savored the same focused sensation sliding along his cock. He then remembered what Justin just did and angled his cock down a little, on the next slide back inside.

“That's it. Use that big cock properly."

Mike licked his lips and decided to keep this angle, as he repeated the movement and began slowly thrusting inside his mate, who started grunting and moaning himself.

“I'm not going to last much longer."

“The first time always feels that great. It's okay mate. Go ahead and finish in me."

“Really?"

“Really."

Mike then made two more thrusts, before shoving himself in as deep as his cock would go and leaned forward against Justin, as he released his load inside the man. He couldn't help but moan loudly and got a reassuring pat on the head from Justin.

“Give it all to me and fill me up buddy."

Standing nearby and completely concealed by the fog and foliage was Jason and James. Both had been standing there from the beginning and watched the entire breeding session, while slowly stroking their own slowly trickling cocks and inhaling deeply the sweet smell emanating from their own modified semen. They looked at each other and grinned, before James leaned over to Jason's ear.

“Looks like we have two new recruits for our friend waiting in the pool."

“Told you they were flexible men." Jason replies.

“You think they will be okay with seeing him the first time?"

“I'm quite sure Mike will be completely fine with it."

“Really?"

“The Cranston men have a quiet special reputation among the men that know them well. They are… dedicated to their horses."

“That really isn't just gossip?"

“No gossip."

“Maybe he goes first and the other one watch?"

“That is the plan."

“This is going to be a great day."

“Yes it will."

Both stay hidden until the two men separate and begin talking to each other, then make their appearance known, by casually strolling out from their hiding spot. Justin and Mike stopped talking right away and noticed the other two guardsmen had throbbing dripping cocks of their own.

“Once we realized you two had stopped following us, we waited a bit and then decided to come looking for you." Jason cleverly lies.

“Wanted to make sure you two were okay and handling the air inside the garden with no problems." James adds.

“I think they are handling it just fine." Jason observes and points at the throbbing glistening cocks of both men.

“We kind of got a little fuzzy headed…" Justin starts.

“...and distracted. So we stopped for a break." Mike finished, before both snickered.

“Completely normal behavior in the Sanctum guys." Jason assures them.

James walks forward and puts a hand on each man's shoulder.

“The wording at the entrance encourages men to be who they really are inside and share that with as many other men as they choose." He then pulls them into a comforting hug.

Jason walks around behind them and joins the hug.

“Welcome to the Sanctum." Jason whispers into the their ears.

The four remained in their place for a little longer, before Jason broke up the hug.

“James and I have a witness to the encounter, that both of us are sure you will want to see today. He is the reason we moved the conversation in here. He has the least amount of reason to trust the outside and took a big risk sneaking in here." Jason announces.

“He also brought some stuff along, that is giving the air a special scent today." James adds.

“That sweet smell like breakfast syrup?" Justin inquires.

“That is the stuff. You two are obviously new to it and thus the fuzzy feeling in your head."

“At least it's a good kind of fuzzy feeling. Is it also why my cock is staying hard?"

Mike points down at his cock, to show it was also still throbbing.

“Completely normal reaction for new guys." Jason assures him with more pats on the shoulder.

“Well. Since we already plunged into this social gathering all the way up to our necks, let's finally meet this other witness and maybe get some more answers." Justin suggests.

“Trust me. You will have very few questions remaining, once you are done talking to him." James assures the two guardsmen, as he leads them deeper into the fog shrouded foliage. Jason remains close behind and licks his lips in anticipation of the gathering at the wading pool. Justin and Mike found themselves stumble slightly and were steadied by the collective help of the other two guardsmen, on the way to the pool in the back of the garden area. At this point, their virgin lungs had taken in enough of the treated air to keep them perpetually aroused. James reminded them to watch their step and stop, as the foliage thinned out right before their feet made contact with the stone edge of the pool area itself. Everyone pushed the large leaves of the plants aside and looked forward across a huge open room, that had a low hovering dense fog barrier that could easily conceal a standing man.

Their ears was treated to the sound of mildly lapping water, as Justin and Mike panned their heads around to take in the visible details of the upper section. The room had a ceiling just as high up as that of the garden behind them. There was sun light coming in through a pair of East facing slender windows that seemed to stretch all the way up to the ceiling itself. Their surface looked to have very little transparency to it. There was also a matching pair of windows at the other end of the recessed forty eight by sixty foot pool area. Mike and Justin then just stared, as they took in the details of the back wall, with no windows. Etched into the stone were lines that depicted an elaborate severely faded mural, that depicted a collage of multiple mythological figures. Both were quite sure that more would be visible, upon walking across the wading pool and seeing the concealed bottom part up close.

Jason and James dropped their towels first, then took the two guardsman's towels and dropped them right on top, before going into the wading pool first. Next, they helped the two men with safely descending down the submerged steps, until they finally came to a stop in the thigh high warm water. The visiting guardsmen were then slowly escorted forward through the heavy fog over the wading pool. Although the mist did a thorough job of obscuring what was on the other side, all four men soon heard heavy breathing coming from another man with a rather large lung capacity. A vague outline then began to take shape, as two widely spaced pointed shapes were seen moving around as if they were one connected object. The outline quickly became quite dark and took on a size that was a lot bigger than any man that Justin or Mike ever met. It was rather obvious the individual was setting up on the ten foot wide ledge that surrounded the pool and thus likely why he seemed so large from their sunken perspective. Except… they were not even close enough to tell who it was. The closer all four men walked, the larger this person got. Then they finally got close enough for the intervening fog to dissipate and reveal the identity of this... witness.

“Justin." Mike said quickly with a hushed tone.

“I see him." Justin assures him.

“Him? What do mean hi-… oh."

Mike spotted the very noticeable large sheath of the black Minotaur and the equally large balls hanging just off the ledge and touching the water.

“Gentlemen. This is Praxis." Jason told them.

“Well met Justin. Mike." The Minotaur greeted them.

“There isn't a speck of white anywhere on him." Mike whispered in admiration to Justin.

“Thank you, Mike." Praxis replied.

“You have good hearing." Justin observes.

“Your people have much respect from my own, Wayfarer."

Mike then gives Justin a nudge, as a little bit of pink manifests amid the Minotaur's black presence. The man's own mind began racing with old thoughts he had not experienced in a few years.

“We were told you are a witness to something that happened a couple days ago."

Justin was having increased difficulty formulating properly structured conversation thinking, amid the persistent arousal inducing assault of the treated air. But he had to say something, to not appear incompetent or rude in the presence of a living legendary creature.

“Calling me a witness is putting it pretty mild, but it served it's purpose outside the walls of the Sanctum and got you two here." The Minotaur then slid off the ledge into the water and stood up fully on his digitigrade legs. “But I think we can now skip the clever pretense and get right to the purpose of bringing you two here." He took two steps forward and intentionally brought his eye level crotch and balls within arms reach of Justin and Mike, before looking down at them and meeting their upward gaze. “My people need allies among you, if we are to be of any help with liberating the men from the unjust oppression that is tolerated within the citadel walls."

The racing thoughts going through Mike's head was quickly becoming his only thoughts. His arousal was reaching intolerable levels, as his nose registered that old familiar distinct spicy smell that such large beasts had. He did a brilliant job of keeping his baser nature under control, when around the horses of the citadel and especially when around the huge lift horses. But the treated air had completely neutralized that control and left his arousal infused mind at the mercy of them old desires the men of his home village knew all too well. If this beast's people wanted allies, he knew a whole village of men who would willingly offer their allegiance with dropped trousers.

“Shall we begin?" The Minotaur asked politely, as he gently placed a hand behind the two men's heads and pulled the faces directly into his crotch.

Justin and Mike's bodies worked without conscious command, as their legs moved them forward and their hands reached up to stroke the soft hide of the black bull beast. They moaned audibly as they inhaled deeply of the rich musk emanating from the Minotaur's crotch and firmly rubbed their faces all over the area between thigh and scrotum. Jason and James simply stood in place and watched with grins as the scene unfolded, while stroking cocks lubed with the syrup their balls now produced. Both were looking forward to when Justin and Mike would soon be producing syrup of their own. Praxis then slowly stepped backwards and led the two men back to the ledge. He sat down and allowed more of his pink bovine spear to come out of the sheath, then motioned for them to come close again.

While Justin hesitated and remained in place, Mike stepped on forward and leaned against the inside of the Minotaur's thigh. He then reached out with one hand and began stroking the silky black sheath, as he moved his mouth over the tip of the dripping cock and began sucking on it. Praxis moved a hand to begin stroking it across the man's head and down his back, then back up again in one big gentle caress. He then repeated the motion and continued stroking the man reassuringly. Mike was quickly loosing what little structured thought he had left and thought only of pleasing this beautiful black bull beast. Justin was soon approached by the other two guardsmen, as they pulled him into a joint embrace and began to mutually make out with him. Praxis nodded with approval and relished the sound of softly moaning men filling the fog shrouded pool area, while licking his lips in anticipation of breeding and thoroughly saturating the two men's bodies with the syrup in his balls. The Minotaur watched as Jason and James led Justin back out of the pool and into the fog shrouded foliage Now him and Mike had the pool all to themselves.

“You took to nursing on my cock and drinking of it's gift rather quickly Mike, while Justin showed the hesitation I expected from both of you initially." Praxis observes.

Mike lifts up off the bovine spear long enough to give the obvious short and honest answer.

“I have experience… with large male beast." he then returns to nursing the cock.

“Ah. So you are among the men that love all large beasts and show that love without hesitation, with a profound and mutually rewarding pleasuring capacity." Praxis feels the head on his cock nod. “My people once new of a place with such famously capable men a long time ago. I need to see about finding out what became of them and introduce you to…" Praxis stopped himself and looked down at the man eagerly nursing him. “Hmm, do you maybe know about them?"

He felt that nod again and then gently encouraged Mike to suspend his nursing, before gently picking the man up and setting him down on his thigh. He kept his one arm in place as a back rest. The man licked his lips and wiped his mouth, before looking up at Praxis with a confused look.

“I think you may be of very valuable use to me and my people at this moment Mike." He compliments the man, with a raised finger under the chin. “Do you really know of these people or someone like them that still lives?"

“My home village... Cranston. All work horses... come from there. No one trains... raises them better. We treat them... like people. We believe... they deserve same pleasure." Mike answers with noticeable effort in forming the sentences.

“Okay, that's enough talking. Don't want to hurt that beautiful slowed down mind of yours. Just nod and shake your head from here forward." Praxis advises Mike and gets a nod in response.

“I wonder how a place like Cranston survived what changed the rest of the world in our absence? Wait… you mentioned horses specifically. Did those like me, but of the horse, survive?"

Mike nodded.

“Did the Sentinels ever bother it?"

Mike shakes his head, before the Minotaur levels his head and gazes into the surrounding fog.

“Now that is curious. It is most likely for the same reason all the villages are left alone. Protection from the Sentinel killing crystals that my people actually created." The Minotaur chuckles. “The sheer irony of those bitches resorting to such desperate action, to save themselves from the thing they created, by using something their enemy created."

Praxis feels a foot rubbing up and down his sheath. He looks back down to see Mike staring at what little of his dripping pink bovine spear was exposed. The Minotaur relaxes a little and lets more slide out, getting the expected response of the man licking his lips. Praxis cranes his neck down and whispers into Mike's ear.

“I think someone wants more of my warm delicious gift. But lets see about both of us getting some pleasure this time."

The Minotaur scoops the man up in his arms and carries him towards one end of the pool. Mike spots ahead of them, up on the wide stone ledge and positioned against the wall, four evenly spaced rectangular wooden pedestals. They measured three by seven and were two feet tall. Most of the solid looking stained wood was concealed by thick dark red blankets draped casually over the top. The two middle pedestals had been pulled away from the wall and set right at the edge of the wading pool itself. As Praxis approached the one on the right, he craned his head down and brought the end up his muzzle down to Mike's neck, rubbing it sensually and inhaling his scent. The man reached up and stroked the side of the huge head, then turned his own to face the Minotaur. The moment their lips lined up, Praxis pushed his tongue forward into Mike's mouth.

The man closed his eyes and moaned, as he began caressing with the extended hand and allowed the dexterous tongue to explore his mouth. Praxis breathed evenly and slowly, blanketing Mike's face in warm air. Once the Minotaur had arrived at the two pedestals, he stopped and then smoothly maneuvered Mike's body around to face him and pressed the man's lower half against his upper belly. He felt the tip of his dripping bovine spear glide across the man's balls and then settle right at the ass cheeks, as the hard throbbing human cock made contact with his sternum. Mike raised his other hand up to the huge head and opened his eyes, before looking right into them and nodding. Praxis then began to slowly lower mike down, as the dripping spear slid in between the man's ass cheeks and stopped once he felt the pulsing presence of his intended goal.

“Please. I need it." Mike ask the black bull beast.

Paxis then let's the man gradually slide down, as sleek cock slips inside and glides across the man's pulsing prostate. Both close their eyes, as the bovine spear continues sliding in and eliciting moans form Mike. The Minotaur briefly opens his eyes and sees the expected slight bulge appear and grow, as he continues to sink deeper into a gut that is definitely experienced at taking big beast cock.

“Yes. Deeper." He barely hears the man say.

Praxis feels the ass cheeks make contact with the end of his sheath and then starts pushing it back, as he continues to let the man's body slide further down. He also feels Mike's legs stretch out and do the best they can to wrap around him.

“So full. More."

The Minotaur watches the bulge widen a little, as he feels the ass cheeks make contact with the inside of his thighs and stop. Mike then moves a hand down to his slightly distended belly and opens his eyes. The man looks down at his belly and then back into the bull beast's eyes. They both smile at each other warmly, as the Minotaur removes his one hand from the man's lower back and begins to lean over the pedestal. He reaches out and places the extended hand onto the stone, at the same time as Mike's back makes contact with the blanket. Praxis then slowly slides his other hand out from underneath the man and places it on the other side of the pedestal, effectively allowing his massive body to hove over it. He felt the legs slip down and rest at his hips, as the man continued to caress his huge head.

“Are you ready?" Praxis asks.

“Yes." Mike answers.

The Minotaur then slowly slides his sleek cock out a little and watches as the bulge shrinks with the motion. He stops when he feels the pulsing prostate near his tip and then slowly pushes back in, while watching the bulge return to it's original size. He looks at Mike and recognizes the distinct look of a man under the full influence of syrup infused arousal, as he hears the first of many gurgles to come from the belly. Praxis pulls himself back out and pushes in one more time, as he watches Mike's mouth come open and hear more moaning come out of it. He then cranes his head down and whispers into Mike's ear after one more slow thrust.

“Now for the actual breeding."

Praxis finally relinquishes some of the control he had been maintaining on the syrup flow, to keep it at a steady slow trickle into the man. He closed his eyes and hummed with satisfaction, as he felt it begin to flow stronger and faster through his cock. The belly under him gurgled some more, as Mike let the first of many belches to erupt from his open mouth. Confident the man could handle more, he began thrusting a little faster and kept the syrup flow steady. Mike's body shifted a bit, as the first orgasm crashed through his body, eliciting another moan from his open mouth. Praxis craned his head down and licked the man's torso clean of the mess, then continued to fuck and fill him. More belches came out of the mouth as the gurgling increased and Mike's belly began distending to acquire a more rounder shape. The defined abdominal muscles quickly lost their definition, as the throbbing dripping cock began slapping against the expanding belly with each thrust.

“Just let go now." Praxis whispered.

Another orgasm crashes through the man's body, as his head rolled in the direction of the indoor garden and another belch came out of his mouth. The Minotaur licked everything up again and grinned as he saw the last abdominal definition vanish and the belly become completely round. The gurgling started becoming less noticeable and signaled the beginning for the saturation phase of the breeding. Mike's cock wanted to throb harder than it ever had before, but his belly had grown too much to allow any more free movement. It just stayed erect and pulsed in place against the belly. Praxis remained still and waited a while, until he could hear no more gurgling. He then completely let go of his control over the syrup flow and watched as Mike's limp body showed no reaction to the third orgasm that splattered in between their connected bellies. His ears heard the sound of someone approaching and turned his head towards the fog shrouded garden. Three familiar men appeared and walked onto the stone ledge, with Justin in the middle and displaying the body language of someone who had just been fucked a lot. Praxis snorted and grinned with satisfaction, knowing Jason and James did their part of getting him in the proper breeding mood. He then looked back towards Mike as the man finally said something again.

“More."

Justin was beyond words with what he was seeing in front of him. He had a previous image in his head of Mike just laying there, grunting and moaning, as the black bull beast held onto outstretched legs and fucked him aggressively. The sight of seeing huge hips thrust back and forth, as a hard throbbing human cock slopped wetly against Mike's belly with each thrust. But this was different. It was sensual and more quiet. There was obviously something profound shared between them and a lot of something that was being pumped inside Mike right now.

“It's okay. We had the same experience and it didn't hurt us." Jason said in one ear.

“In fact it felt so good it was mind shattering." James added in the other one.

“Trust me. He is feeling very good right now and is about to feel even better."

“Go on over and join them and see for yourself."

Jason and James gave the man a polite push at the shoulders, before Justin finally stepped forward and approached the exotic sex scene happening on the pedestal. He was not sure if Mike was looking right at him or looking beyond him at someone or something else. Praxis was definitely looking right at him and was smiling warmly.

“Come join us and watch. It will soon be your turn."

Justin closed the rest of the distance and stood right by the Minotaur's arm and extended his hand to touch his friend's rounded belly. It was warm to the touch and he could feel very subtle vibration beyond the skin. His ears could hear a very subtle smooth sloshing sound, like something was moving or being moved through his friend's guts. He looked towards Mike's face and could see no sign of distress. Only the look of pure joy and satisfaction, like he was experiencing the best and longest orgasm of his life. Then Justin's nose picked up on that ambient sweet smell abruptly getting very strong and turned his head towards where Mike's rounded belly was pressed up against the Minotaur. He saw and heard a familiar looking clear syrup like substance begin to squish out from between them and then continue to seep out, while making squelching sounds.

“So… full." Justin heard Mike say very softly.

He looked back at his friend's face, as Praxis moved his lips to Justin's ear.

“He is now experiencing the full saturation part of the breeding. His cock is no longer shooting cum and just simply continuously pumping out the same syrup I'm sure Jason and James just put in you. Did you taste it first?" Justin unable to formulate words just nodded. “Did you keep sucking and wanted more in you?" He nodded again. “Did they fill you up enough to make you feel nice and full?" Another nod. “You probably wanted to be filled even more, but that is more than they could give you. Once I am done with Mike, I will be filling you up with much more than them."

Justin was not sure if it was the combination of experiencing so many new things at the Sanctum today or the sheer potency of the current erotic moment and then hearing he would soon be treated just like Mike, but it was enough for him to gasp and then shoot his load all over the rounded belly of his friend. The intensity of the moment was so powerful he had to grab onto the big muscular arm next to him and steady himself. Praxis looked to the other two and silently mouthed How Many Now? Both held up a hand and folded the thumb over. The Minotaur grinned and turned his attention back towards Justin and gave him a long lick on the neck.

“How about you go ahead and lay down. This final part is pretty intense."

Justin did as was suggested and spread out across the neighboring pedestal and lay on his side, while putting his head on a folded arm and watched as Praxis licked up all the cum he just plastered on Mike's distended glistening belly. The Minotaur then moved his mouth over to Mike's ear, as the drool coming out of the man's mouth began to become a more pronounced trickle. The focused sweet smell began to come form it and drift cross the gap between the pedestals. Justin began inhaling the alluring scent on reflex and felt his thoughts begin to return to that same simple state they were in earlier, when Jason and James were taking turns using him as their fuck toy. He could see the thickness of the drool change, as it became a soft rippling stream running out of Mike's open slack mouth. He knew that would soon be him and genuinely wanted it.

He heard Jason and James approach from behind him and then step in front of him. Both had their hands behind their back and resting just above the ass, while holding some curious object by the stem. It was made of wood and resembled a very large folded pine cone, but the tip was rounded. Justin could hear Praxis briefly whisper to them and then saw James move his hands to the front, before hearing an odd sloppy popping sound. Then he heard the water of the pool being displaced, before seeing the head of the Minotaur raise up into view beyond Jason and James. Justin's eyes then followed Praxis, as the bull beast walked over to his pedestal and then leaned over it. The desire to be willingly fucked by this black magnificent legendary creature, motivated the man to roll over on his back and then pull his legs up to his chest, just as Praxis leaned and hovered his upper body over Justin. His slick bovine spear made contact with the man's cock and slid across it, as the Minotaur brought his line of sight up even with Justin's. No words were exchanged, as Praxis craned his head down and pressed the lips of his muzzle against those on the man. He then pushed his tongue out and between the lips, into the receptive warm human mouth. Their tongues tangled, as the Minotaur flexed his hips and began to glide his cock back and forth over the smaller throbbing human one. Each thrust pulled it a little further away until the tip slipped off at the balls and then delicately pushed in and downward towards the exposed pulsing rosebud of the man. Praxis paused and broke the kiss, before moving his lips to an ear.

“Are you ready?" He asked.

“Yes. Put it in me." Justin replied.

The black bull beast resumed the forward gradual motion, as the pointed dripping tip pushed into Justin and slowly opened the hole up more, as it effortlessly slid in deeper and across the pulsing prostate inside the man. Justin let go of his legs and let them fall into place over the Minotaur's hips, while moaning and gripping the sides of the muscular neck.

“Yes. Take it all, as it slowly sinks deeper." Praxis encouraged.

The sleek bovine spear kept sliding in further, as it gradually spread the man's hole wider. Justin could feel it plunge beyond the point where any cock had been before and stimulate him in a very deep intimate way. He gripped the neck harder and gasped, as the tip rubbed places nothing should be touching him. The sensation triggered him to arch his back and turn his head upward on reflex, as the cock gradually kept going deeper.

“Someone definitely likes having a nice slick throbbing piece of bull meat in them."

Justin moved his hands and tried to wrap his arms around the bull beast's neck, for better leverage and to push himself down onto the bovine spear a little faster.

“Yes. Show me how much you want it. Loose yourself to the experience and live only for my cock inside you."

Praxis then proceeded to meet the movement and pushed what was left of his cock inside the man and stopped when his balls made contact just above Justin's ass. Both paused for a moment and did not move their bodies, before the Minotaur finally raised his head up and looked the man directly in the eyes. The gripping hands relaxed and moved to the side's of the bull beast's head, then began caressing it.

“Don't take it out. Just leave it there and fill me." Justin told Praxis.

The bull beast just nodded and began gradually relinquishing control over the syrup flow, changing it from a trickle to a more steady flow. Both heard the man's gut's gurgle in response to the presence of the syrup being dumped in him. They began kissing passionately again, as the man's belly began to gradually distend and loose it's abdominal definition. Justin wanted to cum again, but had nothing left to shoot out of himself. Regardless, the dry orgasm crashed through his body and he broke the kiss to moan loudly. Praxis hummed in satisfaction, as the convulsing anal cavity massaged his cock firmly. Justin belched loudly the moment the orgasm passed and both had a brief chuckle.

“It feels so amazing. More. Give me more."

Praxis obliged the eager man and allowed the syrup to begin flowing into the man a little faster, while sensually licking the man's neck.

“Yes. Fill me. I need it in me."

Justin then felt the ambient warmth of the syrup, as it began flowing into and saturating the entire lower half of his body. He could feel it begin to push his belly out further and restricting the slapping motion of his throbbing cock.

“No more words. Just let yourself go and be my fuck toy." Praxis whispered to him.

Justin did exactly this as the logical structure of his thinking completely collapsed and was washed away within the overwhelming tide of his desire. He understood it now. The appeal and lure of the stories. In this moment, a man had no obligations or loyalties to some oppressive authority. All that mattered was the freedom to simply be a man and enjoy all the pleasure his own body was capable of experiencing itself and receiving from another one. At that point, his thoughts very quickly became very basic. Nothing else mattered but the cock filling him and the pleasure that brought him. After a few more belches, the gurgling diminished drastically, as his cock began ejecting the same stuff being put in him. It squelched along it's constricted path between the two bellies and spread out everywhere they didn't touch each other. Praxis knew he was ready and turned the man's head to face Mike.

“Now it is time to start your new life."

The Minotaur released all control over the syrup flow and looked down with pride, as a steady trickle of drool began running out of the open slack mouth of the man. His nose soon detected the familiar sweet seductive smell near his head, as the drool quickly changed and thickened into syrup. Praxis remained in place and simply hovered over Justin, while exchanging a brief passionate kiss with Jason and James.

“One of you go ahead and begin draining Mike. More men will be arriving in here soon and don't want them to see too much at the moment." Praxis advised both of them.

James volunteered to do the draining and turned back around towards Mike, As Jason remained where he was and watched. The other guardsman lowered himself down into the pool, then walked up in between the raised folded legs of Mike. He then leaned over and wrapped his lips around the throbbing trickling cock, while looping his arms through the legs and bringing his caressing hands up onto the rounded belly. Jason absentmindedly licked his lips, as he watched his squad mate hungrily nurse the man's cock. His ears then heard that distinct gurgling sound of syrup being pushed right out a man's mouth and turned around, just as Praxis turned his head and their lips pushed together. The man reached out and caressed the side of the black beasts head, as the thick dexterous tongue probed deep and moved everywhere inside is open receptive mouth. Both moaned with pleasure and closed their eyes, as the syrup kept flowing out of Justin's open slack mouth.

“I better get myself ready for the day as well." Praxis said after breaking the kiss.

He began to gradually extract himself out of the man under him and then took the second butt plug from Jason. The Minotaur maneuvered it right into place beside his retreating cock and immediately pushed it in, the moment his pointed tip came out. The plug made the usual sloppy popping sound, as he slowly pushed it inside the man's anal cavity. Praxis then cut the syrup flow off completely and used his fingers to remove any excess amount off of his cock, while walking towards the pool steps that lead to the garden. The fog shifted around the vague image of his form within it, as he focused inward and began changing into human form. He then walked up the steps and just outside the columns, as he came back around and did one last visual check on the four men. Jason was already down in the water and had begun nursing on Justin, while James had successfully got Mike's belly down to half of it's round size. He then walked over to the manual crank and resumed his waiting position for the next visitor to Shamus's office, before reaching for the nearby vertical pole and giving it two short vertical thrusts. A knocking echo was heard over his head and then silence.

Lance was laying on his back, with his head to the side and a butt plug planted in his ass. Shamus was kneeling on the floor and had their lips sealed tightly together, taking any of the excess syrup form the man's mouth. The present Minotaur had just changed back to human form.

“Sounds like Praxis is done initiating two more men into our spy network. You already know what to do with this one and leave you to it wolf." He observes and gives Shamus encouraging pats on the back, before making his way back to his post at the manual lift location.

“Thank you for your help Titus." Shamus replied and then resumed draining the man.

Titus grabbed the pole by the lift and tapped it twice down on the floor below, then peered down through the large square opening at his fellow bovine companion. Praxis looked back up and they both exchanged a knowing grin, before he began turning the crank to send the manual lift up. Titus stepped onto it and patiently waited on the way down, a little eager to deliver the good news. Once the lift came to a stop, he simply remained on it and began talking with Praxis.

“The visit from Lance proceed okay Titus?"

“Definitely progress. We may have another pilot."

“Really. His body is handling the syrup saturation that well?"

“Oh yes. Just filled him again and left him to Shamus for the draining."

“How did his body handle the syrup presence this time?"

“Not nearly as much gurgling as that first time with another bull."

“Yeah. Sounds like another Pilot candidate alright."

“Keep him human then?" Titus asks.

“Yes. Plenty of other men to change." Praxis assured him.

“Like that village we had been watching for a while."

“Based on what Shamus told us about the people there, Yes."

“Who among them should we initiate and then change first?"

“Probably the mushroom hunters. They were the first to notice us hanging around the edge of the woods and the most genuinely curious about us."

“Heh. Judging from the conversations we overheard in the Farmer's Marketplace, I agree."

“Then maybe move onto the bee keepers next?" Praxis suggests.

“Definitely them next. They are a pretty laid back bunch." Titus confirms.

“Then there is the matter of the women connected to the village men. Once we accelerate the initiation process from that point, they will begin to get too curious and nosy."

“Then we will have a bunch of eager Council loyalists gossiping around the wrong ears."

“We need something subtle to neutralize that potential threat."

“Perhaps the bee keepers can help with that."

“What did you have in mind?" Praxis inquires.

“Everyone in the village eats breakfast, like any traditional farmer, to get their day started. We use that as the gateway to begin slowly exposing everyone to the syrup in low doses."

“Not everyone uses the tree sap syrup consumed."

“But every one of them consumes the honey, as part of their communal good health protocol."

“Yes, that they do. The honey has the same physical consistency. Shouldn't be difficult to get the initiated men to help was with cleverly mixing the two together."

“What is the progress with getting the planned expedition team on our side?"

“Judging from what Shamus told me earlier, we now have only two men left that are not influenced. The guardsmen Matt and Cid. According to what he told me, they could prove to be a little challenging. I'm hoping Tony makes progress today in finding help with that situation. He is currently in the Grove and hopefully having success with getting Matt's brother on our side. They are… close."

Praxis just shrugs and looks around at the fog shrouded garden, while Titus leans back against the wall and watches the fog and morning light interact within occasional swirls.

“Is the complication with getting them on board with the plan have anything to do with Cid specifically?" Titus dared to ask.

“Cid could be a potential problem. No doubt about that. The actual complication lies within the strong professional bond him and Matt have with each other." Praxis informs him.

“Why not just find some clever way to get Cid replaced via orchestrated circumstance?"

“It would have to be something done after they leave the citadel and traveling through the Wilderness. Attempting anything within these walls would risk arousing more suspicion from the Council than what is already being created by the circulating spicy gossip."

“Yeah. We can't have that happening."

“We will think of something. The Obsidian Guard thrives in uncertainty."

“That we do brother." Titus then lowers his gaze and spots familiar dark outlines through the fog. “Looks like more men arriving from the locker room. Better return to the office upstairs."

Praxis turns to face his bovine companion, before both clasp each other's forearm and gives the other one a firm tap on the shoulder. He then begins turning the crank, to send the lift back up. His ears hear men coming from around the corner and turns to see all four initiated guardsmen on their feet. They walked by and gave him a friendly wave, with warm smiles on their faces. Justin and Mike showed no sign that they were previously bred thoroughly and over filled with syrup. He just smiled and nodded back, grateful that they complied with the code of conduct within the garden. It kept his and Titus identity secured as two of many Obsidian saboteurs, chosen and planted in each citadel.

Other men whom had passed by him the previous day showed no sign that they noticed any change with the men maintaining the lift. It also helped both were nearly identical to the two men they recently replaced and changed into fellow Minotaurs themselves. As of today, all of the men operating the mechanical lifts within the Sanctum had been changed and had become fellow bull men, as per the infiltration plan organized back at the Labyrinth. The secondary part of the infiltration was swapping out the air enhancing scented oils, with that of syrup infused scented oils. The treated infused air of the Santum interior served to make the men more relaxed and at ease with the gradual changes being made to effectively utilize the location to suit the Minotaur initiative.

The nearby pole tapped the floor again. Praxis turned the crank and began lowering the lift back down with the expected passenger. Him and Lance briefly exchanged glances and polite nods, before the magistrate walked away towards the locker room. His nose then detected the scent of a nearby wolf and looked towards the fog shrouded foliage of the garden. It was getting strong and approaching him directly. He was briefly puzzled and was sure Shamus was still upstairs. The fog shrouded leaves parted and a solidly built naked man with black hair everywhere on his body appeared. His only facial hair was a goatee and marked him as a magistrate. The closer he walked, the better Praxis recognized him from the descriptions Shamus gave him and Titus earlier, about the werewolves on the special research project backed by the Council. The man walked right up to the lift.

“I'm here to see Shamus. He is expecting me and the progress report I have for him."

Praxis simply nodded and repeated the security clearance process from earlier. Shamus was the one to show his face this time, for Tony to see and then gave his nod of approval to have him sent up.

“By the way. Welcome to the Sanctum. The rest of the Brotherhood looks forward to working with you bulls." Tony comments as he gets on the lift and waits to be sent up to the office.

Praxis briefly looks around, then steps closer to the werewolf and speaks in a softer tone.

“Thank you. The Obsidian Guard is actually a little impressed with what you have accomplished at this citadel. Things are not going as smoothly at the other ones and taking longer."

“So we have heard." Tony confirms, before Praxis steps back and begins turning the crank.

The moment Tony's head clears the floor of the office through the square opening, Shamus drops to his ass and dangles his legs over the edge, while grabbing the werewolf's head and pulls it down onto his throbbing dripping cock. This forces Tony to lower down onto his hands and knees, then eventually flatten completely out on his belly and complies to being kept on the red headed one's cock. The syrup flow over his tongue increases, forcing him to immediately begin swallowing. He then gets approving strokes through his hair, as Shamus let's go and allows him to nurse freely. The syrup flow then let's up and stops. Tony gets a pat on the head and raises his head up, to let the cock flop out of his mouth and smack wetly against the attached owner's belly.

“There is more of that waiting for your belly, after you give me the daily report for a change." Shamus announces and springs back up to his feet, before walking briskly to his desk.

Tony gets back up on his feet and exchanges nods with the lift operator, while grinning and touching his nose. Titus returns the grin and gesture. The werewolf sniffs the area and looks over in the distance, at a bed that shows signs of being recently used for breeding. He then proceeds to walk towards the crystal and gives it a passing pat on the surface, before resuming his path to the desk and takes the chair Lance was sitting in earlier. Shamus offers him a mug of water, and sets the pitcher he carried over to the desk down near Tony.

“Thank you. I could use a drink or two." He comments and drinks right away.

“Get your exercise for the day?" Shamus quips, as he sets down.

“Just did a man that took a little work, but it was worth it and fun." Tony replies.

“Oh?" Shamus leans forward and sets his elbows on the knees, then folds his hands. “Do tell."

“He was one them guys that likes his gear."

A wicked grin appeared on Shamus's face. He raises back up and leans back into his chair, then turns slightly and flops a leg over an armrest.

The mechanical lift, that took men of the Sanctum up into the play lofts, came to a stop at the first floor of the top section. The interior layout of each floor was identical, with the standard Domicile three room floor configuration. There were however very obvious and hard to miss differences. The lighting level was intentionally much dimmer, due to being supplied only by stained glass versions of the slim windows and the crystals in the middle of each floor. There were no more lifts from here up and the one he rode up on stopped right under the landing platform of the L shaped stairwell over him. Every stone surface of this interior was painted a dark red glossy color and the wood stained a dark rich mahogany color. Additional lighting was provided by strategically placed black steel Trochee style lamps, as tall as a full grown man, whose flame illuminated and heated a shallow dark red clay plate above them. The plates held scented oils to make the atmosphere more pleasing to a man's nose. Tony's nose could detect that the oil had recently been replaced by special syrup treated oil.

Shamus had talked about making this subtle change soon, in anticipation of eventually using the Sanctum as the primary influence of a planned future revolt against the Council oppression. A plan that was now more obtainable with the return of the Minotaur and the Labyrinth and one that the Brotherhood had been working on for a long time. Tony stepped out of the primitive box lift and exchanged nods with the lift operator, whom also had a bovine signature to his scent. It was very likely the visiting Obsidian Guard had changed all the lift operators into Minotaur by now.

“Excuse me. There was a man that came up here ahead of me and was to leave word I would be arriving behind him." Tony prompted the lift operator.

'Yes Tony, Nathan said he would be in the breeding loft." The operator replied. “He also said to not disappoint him and be all the beast you told him about in the Grove."

“After talking with him long enough, it was a safe bet he had a particular affinity for the wolves of legend. Maybe more. You get him properly mounted and secured comfortably?"

“We certainly did and think you will like the changes we made to the loft."

“We? Changes?"

“Praxis added something special to the setup and doesn't want to ruin the surprise, but is confident you will like it. Nathan had a surprisingly receptive reaction to the new loft setup and was very cooperative with me helping him get comfortable with it."

“Oh I definitely want to see this now."

Tony then walked around the lower section of the L shaped stairwell and stopped at the beginning of it, before closing his eyes and focusing inward. His human form then began to distort, as the signature sound of popping joints and shifting flesh filled the silent early morning empty interior.

“Have fun wolf." The lift operator called out.

Once he was done changing, the completely black werewolf then began his quick ascent up the stairs. He licked his lips in anticipation of making yet another willing man into one of his many preferred human fuck toys. The wolf kept himself otherwise contained, out of consideration of not creating any syrup slip hazards on the way up the steps to the loft. After finishing the ascent up the last of the open air stairwells, he came to a stop at a large black door. He noticed that the expected treated air scent was particularly strong in this spot. The moment he opened the door and stepped through, he immediately found the reason and quickly closed the door behind him. His nose detected much denser air infusion within the confines of the loft area, along with his eyes spotting the new presence of thick vines hanging over the floor edge above him. The lighting had also dramatically changed, from the dim red to an ambient light green, along with seeing thin mist drifting through the air. His ears heard odd organic sounds along with the unmistakable sound of a moaning man.

“Fuck. So... g-good. So... m-much." He heard Nathan struggle to say.

Tony made a quiet slow ascent up the remaining steps and noticed the slim stain glass window beyond them was gone and replaced by an organic looking green membrane. He was confident he had not been seen yet and stopped, before craning his neck up far enough to see just above the floor. Everywhere he looked around the vast completely open loft, there was thick vines and various size leaves covering the walls. The original floor was now covered with very dense looking moss and the ceiling above was quickly acquiring a fuzzy texture of it's own. Up and down the covered columns was brilliant open red blooms with bright yellow centers. The only thing not covered or changed was the two sacred crystals mounted in the middle of the ceiling and floor. Where there would normally be the entry door to a play room on the lower levels, was a large leaf covered mound. On top of it was a huge red flower with curiously thick and dexterous petals. Two of them were in a normal looking open position and resembled lilies in basic structure. The one in between was currently cradling a moaning Nathan, within flexible petals that were gripping him like the fingers of a hand. He could also see another large red lily gripping the man where his ass was located, but had it completely covered.

“T-Tony? Is… that… y-you? It. It's… m-milk-ilk-ing me."

The black werewolf slowly walked the rest of the way up the steps and sniffed around himself cautiously. He had never seen plants quite like this before or behave in this way. Aside from what Nathan just said, he had no idea what purpose they specifically served. It was baffling to think there were such plants, equipped to give a man or beast pleasure. Yet here he was, looking at a man that was clearly experiencing exactly that. That look in Nathan's eyes was very close to what he would see in the eyes of his fuck toys. Was the dark haired guardsman from the grove being filled with syrup? There were now many questions that he simply pushed to the back of his mind and would ask Shamus later in the office. For the moment, he had a task to do and a request to fulfill. He carefully walked across the moss and over the occasional thick vine, until he was close enough to give the moaning man a single lick across his face and then swung his tail a couple times.

“It… is… you-oh-oooooooooooooh."

Those curious organic sounds from inside the leafy mound got louder, as Tony watched the man's eyes roll briefly back into his head and his body shake itself through an orgasm. Multiple vines, attached in various places along the arms and legs, kept the pleasured man secured in place for the milking. The werewolf moved his head and ears to focus on the smaller lily and heard a more familiar organic sound, as something was pumped through the attached thick stem and into the man's guts.

“It… hits… hard." Nathan finally said, after his eyes came back. “Are… you… still… go-."

Tony cut him off with a large clawed finger to the lips, then moved around and assessed how best to remove the flower from the intended destination of his own syrup delivering tool. He then sighed and raised back up onto his digitigrade legs, before moving a hand to firmly but gently grip the lily at the stem. He then attempted to simply pull it free and found that the petals were somehow gripping the skin of the man's ass a little too well on their own. He leaned over and blew on the petals.

“It… has… a…. g-good… grip."

Tony huffed and blew harder, cooling the air around the petals. He then got the desired reaction and soon saw the petals let go. The werewolf began pulling on the flower, until it finally pulled free with a familiar sloppy popping sound. The part that was inside Nathan was bright yellow and had an actual deflating canine knot near the base. It deflated only a little on the way out and made Nathan moan quite loudly.

“Oh… fuck."

The combination of everything was getting to Tony now and he slowly allowed himself to become aroused. His cock began appearing from the sheath and drip syrup, as he finally pulled the yellow tube completely free and watched as it slowly lost length and firmness. The tube itself was an exact copy of a horse cock, complete with the medial ring and shrinking flare. He moved the limp canine equine hybrid phallus towards his muzzle and gave it a few wet licks. This stimulated the thing to firm back up, before he moved it back under his raised tail and aimed the thing towards his own anal entrance. As soon as he felt the firm blunt tip make contact with his rosebud, he pushed firmly and then slowly plunged it all the way in, until the bumps of the inflating knot pushed past the anal muscle ring.

He had horse cocks in him before and certainly had plenty of canine cock in him, but never anything like this. It was a very stimulating introduction to the best features of both. Tony then let go and allowed the gripping petals to hug his ass, as he began lowering himself over Nathan down onto his hands. He then shuffled his paws up a little, while lining his own phallus with the man's pulsing hole and began to slowly push on in through it. Tony kept the motion continuous and slow, until he had pushed all the way in and popped his own knot into place over the man's pulsing prostate. At the same time, he felt the knot and equine phallus inside him reach full inflated size. He then felt that flare expand and the gush of syrup beginning to fill his guts. His belly began it's series of gurgles, followed by his belching and the immediate releasing of his syrup into the man under him.

“Fuck… F-fill me.. you b-beast."

Tony moved his muzzle down and begin licking Nathan sensually all over the back of the neck and in between the shoulder blades. He was not sure how long they would be stuck together like this, but knowing what was likely planned for the other three party members, there was plenty of time to enjoy the moment and let this plant simply use them together. More vines descended down and proceeded to wrap around every part of his body, except his head and tail. He then felt some of his weight lifted off his hands and paws, as his thoughts began to loose their logical structure and simplify. Tony decided to take advantage of this suspension option from the plant and closed his eyes, while enjoying the intimate moment with his human fuck toy. The last thing his conscious mind registered was the distinct gurgling sound of syrup coming out of both their mouths.

When Nathan and Tony woke back up, they found themselves laying on their backs and all of the expected physical evidence of the syrup filling process gone. The werewolf himself was also back in human form and was getting nudges in the arm from the guardsman next to him. He rolled over to face the man, who just simply looked back at him and grinned. Tony couldn't help but grin right back. Nathan raised himself up into a sitting position and kept his legs spread out in front of him, while keeping himself propped up on his hands. The werewolf then propped his head up on a raised hand.

“So, was this surprise your idea?" The man asked and briefly waved a hand above his head.

“Nope. I came up here, expecting a room filled with gear… just like you."

“What do you suppose Shamus is up to, with a change this new and radical?"

“Shamus recently acquired new business partners." Tony hinted.

“So the whole exotic plant thing is their contribution." Nathan logically guessed.

“Definitely their idea."

“It's certainly… different."

“Now that is a poor understatement."

Both broke out into laughter.

“So what now stud?"

“Matt."

“Ah yes. My brother Matt."

“You think this would be a bit much for him?"

“I didn't say that and Matt is pretty much like me. He is simply the older brother and feels he has to be the more… what is the word…"

“Reserved?"

“Boring was the word I was looking for."

“Oh. That's harsh." Tony returned with a chuckle.

“He didn't use to be that way. But then after sharing a few close calls with Cid, it changed him. He use to be more fun and we did more together."

“From what little I have observed, that Cid tends to be a nag."

“Glad to hear I'm not the only one that noticed."

“So now that you have had this experience, you think it will be enough to eventually get those two separated, should we be able to do this elsewhere. It can't be done hear. It will seem too…"

“Obvious?"

“Yeah. Plus the close proximity to the Sanctuary would be too much of a temptation for Cid."

“He would ignore whatever placation Matt attempts and run right to the Council themselves."

“Pretty much. Cid, like a few of the loyalist men within these walls, tolerates the Sanctum and respects the purpose it serves. But hearing or seeing something like this room and then finding out Matt got caught up in it…"

“He would choose the Council over Matt." Tony finished flatly and flopped over to his back.

“I don't hate Cid, but I don't like the man he has become over the last couple years. He didn't use to be so rigid. The man is simply damaged and goes out of his way to hide it. Not sure if Matt even bothered to notice that." Nathan admits.

“Then we have to do this, before Matt ends up getting sucked into Cid's warped reality."

“Quite the perceptive observation there."

“The wolf ears don't miss much. There is this collective effort to get Matt settled down with a woman. Start living the expected life of a man his age and his social status."

“An effort spear headed by Cid."

“The Brotherhood need men like Matt on our side. Solid honorable men."

Nathan then slowly gets up onto his feet and shakes his head a little.

“Well. Your kind definitely has my support." He announces with a hand extended towards Tony.

The werewolf raises himself up onto his elbows.

“So you can get Matt here and talk with Shamus with no complications?"

“I can get Matt here. We are very close brothers and it has been a while since we fucked each other. So it will be a bit like catching up on old times. It just can't be in this room of course."

“I can work with that." Tony finally takes the offered hand and gets pulled to his feet.

Both then hug each other and sigh deeply.

“We need to get out of here, before our still-hard dicks and hormones end up keeping us here for another milking session with the plant."

“Probably a good idea."

Both men chuckle and walk back down the steps together.

“Well now. That is certainly one way to negotiate the terms of handling the annoying Cid and Matt situation. The plants are certainly adapting to their new home rather well." Shamus comments before getting up out of his chair and walking over to one of the opened windows behind the desk. “Praxis didn't specifically tell me what purpose the plants served for the Sanctum. Only that they would become a useful asset with the planned revolt."

Tony then rose out of his chair and walked up behind Shamus, intentionally pushing his semi hard cock up against the red head's ass cheeks.

“You knew what the plants were for... didn't you." Tony accused mischievously.

Quicker than one could blink, Shamus reached back with both arms and pulled Tony firmly into his back and ground his ass up and down over the cock, causing it to quickly get firm. He then growled and spun around, before grabbing the hard cock and staring into the eyes of the other one. The red head then firmly gripped a shoulder with one hand, then craned his head forward to an ear and began squeezing the cock rhythmically with the other hand, while slowly moving them both beyond the chair.

“I am four hundred years old and don't look a day over forty. That age has afforded me experience and knowledge of things that everyone else has forgotten. This includes the Labyrinth and the special plants in the loft of the Sanctum. You can not begin to understand the profound joy I felt, when finding out that both were back. I was here when they disappeared."

Tony was not sure if he insulted or simply engaged the red wolf. He only knew that he had now made a possible flawed judgment and decided to accept whatever would happen next. So he complied and kept moving backwards, allowing himself to simply whimper and begin dripping syrup at their feet on the floor. Shamus used the syrup to lube his hand, before stopping them beyond the desk area and move the hand up and down the hard cock. He then resumed talking in Tony's ear.

“I was here during the in between time and watched the story unfold, that is painted in the scenes on the ceiling above us. There was so much senseless death and violence committed against us, at the hands of those soulless machines. Machines that those privileged bitches, that everyone today call the Founders, created to hunt all of our kind down. Machines they forced men and only men to build, as part of the involved and extended punishment they had in mind for those that refused to recognize their established authority, amid the ruins of a broken civilization they had come to hate."

Shamus began moving his hand faster, stimulating the syrup to begin flowing stronger.

“All of our wolf children were wiped out in days. We knew the others would be next and at great sacrifice to our own remaining numbers. Helped them temporarily disappear to a special place that only we knew about. Then what was left of us began the process of rebuilding old relations with the men. We found our way into the new civilization and established ourselves. The others followed and established themselves with our help. It has taken so much work to build what we have now."

Tony wanted to maintain control and stay on his feet, but Shamus increased the stroking and demanded more syrup from him. So he allowed himself to begin slowly lowering to the floor onto his knees. The red wolf stayed right with him and lowered to his knees as well.

“Then they came back. We would had to have waited an entire generation to execute and risk another possible cleansing to occur before that. Now the revolt can happen within days. The bitches at the Sanctuary then got bold and authorized an expedition to a place that isn't even supposed to exist. They actually believe they can cease control of the Labyrinth and then use it's resources as leverage to squash any chance of my beautifully planned revolt happening. Fate has given us a wonderful gift and we would all be fools to not accept it. We stay dedicated to the plan and now proceed as if the day of the revolt itself is already upon us. We work together and make sure your little trip happens real soon."

Tony risked raising a hand to Shamus's shoulder for support, as the stroking slowed down and the grip tightened to actually milk him. He couldn't help but moan, as the syrup began flowing out of him even faster. He experienced a few more strokes and then Shamus abruptly stopped, before raising to his feet and held up a single finger, signaling for Tony to remain down on his knees.

“Lick my hand and feet clean and then clean the rest up." Came the blunt request.

The humbled but aroused werewolf knew better than to refuse a request from a wolf as old and powerful as Shamus. He complied and licked the elder werewolf clean, before moving to the floor and began licking it clean of the large amount of syrup on it. Both heard the sound of the lift moving in the distance, but Tony did not move from his spot and continued licking the floor. Shamus walked past him towards the lift and anticipated the next daily report from another citadel ally.

“Morning Don." He greeted the naked and solidly built black haired horse handler, with a shared hand grasp at the forearm. “How goes the training of the four new whelps?"

“Today is truth day. We get to see what they can and can not handle. Then go from there prioritizing their place within the citadel."

Both then proceeded to walk back across the open floor space, to sit by the desk. It was impossible for Don not to notice the wolf licking the floor. He also smelled the distinct signature of syrup and chuckled to himself.

“I honestly was not at all prepared for coming here and meeting your new guests. Once Seth organized a meeting and gave us all the update, the visiting Minotaur was all any of us could talk about among ourselves." Don adds enthusiastically. “I see you still use many of the old ways with your children." He comments, as he sits where Tony was before he arrived.

“There are many times they work the best, regardless of how much society changes over the generations." Shamus reflects, while seating himself and gestures towards the pitcher and mug.

“I have heard Seth say much the same thing." Don observes, while topping off the mug. “I actually expect it from one just as old as you wolf."

“The humble praise is welcome horse." Shamus quips, before picking his mug up for a couple drinks. “Any other news to report?"

“Our horse spies, the Sanctuary guardsmen ride, report the Council is having the primary expedition group shadowed by guardsmen of their own."

Shamus nearly choked on his drink and set the mug down, before finally swallowing the water. He then sucked in a lot of air and began laughing loud enough to bounce off the walls. Don allowed himself mild chuckles and watched the red wolf, while continuing to sip from his mug. He then set his mug down on the nearby desk and folded his hands in front of him.

“Would you care to share the joke?" He politely asked and then motioned with his eyes for Shamus to look towards the windows.

Tony had finished his cleaning duty and was simply standing at a slight distance with a big grin on his face. Shamus twisted in his chair to face him and then motioned for the werewolf to come over next to the chair, before twisting back around to face Don again.

“My werewolf child. Be so kind as to bring our good friend up to date on the most recent news." Shamus encouraged and resumed sipping his drink.

“If I understand what Shamus told me just before you arrived, we are pretty much already ahead of them and all set to handle anything they may or may not try during the expedition. At first I had trouble with seeing how he could have compensated so quickly for any potential threats to the revolt's successful execution. But am definitely beginning to see it a little clearer now."

“Enlighten me wolf."

“Remember when both the Brotherhood and the Herd met in this office and discussed the planned revolt in great detail and how each step would be carried out over the next few decades and how the sudden announcement of the expedition temporarily complicated things?" Tony inquired.

Don nodded.

“The arrival of the Minotaur and what they have planned themselves, takes care of that complication and any scenarios that arise. They will also be shadowing the expedition, in anticipation that the Council would try something like what you just told us." Tony continues.

“Along with revealing their presence officially, as if it is all new." Shamus chimes in.

“Next we have the Chaney situation within the plan. The arrival of the Minotaur and them volunteering to take guardianship of the village will help a whole lot with revolt support." Tony adds.

“So Chaney becomes a secret Minotaur outpost. Just like Cranston is currently a secret Herd outpost. That really does simplify things. No doubt about it." Don then stands up and raises his mug to the air. “Here is to the reunion with old friends and the good fortune that comes with it."

Shamus stands and hands Tony a filled mug to raise, then both mimic the gesture.