Deep in the Thicket

The blow Blackthorn took knocked him out for some time. There were times that he slipped in and out of consciousness, but the throbbing sting that covered his face as he made weary attempts to awaken made him retreat back to the void.

For the longest time, he was lost in darkness, surrounded by the occasional noise that would slip in from the outside world. Screams, moans, crying, sounds that both beckoned him to leave this place of safety and told him he was better off staying in it. Whether he wanted to stay, to remain blissfully unaware of what was going on around him, was eventually not up to him though. Suddenly, and without warning, the comforting darkness became enveloped in cold. A cold so frigid that it sent a jolt into the buck’s mind.

“What's happening. What’s going- AHHH!!!” Eyes now open, and mind fully aware, the first thing that Blackthorn took in was the contents of a bucket splashing him right in the face.

It was just water inside, but it was cold as ice. It had to have been one of two buckets that were tossed on him though, as his body was already wet prior to this one hitting him, the first being what woke him up.

“That’s enough, Sergius,” came a deep voice, “Your new playmate is awake now.”

Blackthorn couldn’t see with all the water in his eyes, but he could tell the voice was that of the large minotaur from before. To him, it wasn’t so long since he had heard it last, and it’s not easy to forget the sound of someone you stabbed with a sword.

“Sorry, master. I just got carried away.”

This voice, however, was unrecognizable. He had never heard it before in his life, but from what he could tell, it was male. Male, but not as deep or gruff as the minotaur.

“It’s ok, Sergius,” the minotaur said, “A little bath isn’t going to do him any harm. At least, no more than he did to me.”

Understanding who was in front of him, the first thing Blackthorn did was make an attempt to move. First his legs, which he quickly found were bound to the floor, then his arms, which he discovered were likewise shackled. Strangely enough though, Blackthorn felt like he was standing, though not in an upright position. More like his legs were straight, hooves touching the floor, but he was bent over something. The stag shook his head, knocking the water off his face, so he could get a better look at his surroundings. He didn’t expect anything good, but what he saw was far worse than he had expected.

His immediate situation alone was something both shocking and upsetting for the stag. From the looks of it, he had been chained to a pommel of some sort, limbs shackled tightly to the floor, torso resting over a padded surface so that his top half was on one side and his bottom on the other. Not only that, but he had been relieved of all his armor, as well as the light bits of clothing he wore underneath it. Naked, bound, and prone before his enemy, this was the most humiliating situation he had ever found himself in.

Looking beyond himself though, Blackthorn found that his position wasn’t nearly as bad as some others. The minotaur had dragged him to a cave, probably the manticore one they had set up camp at, the inside of which had been modified to some degree. The minotaur had set themselves up quite the base there, with seating arrangements, several bedding areas made with straw and blankets, and a stockpile of food set aside that was partially made up of the harvest that was stolen from Thicket. Attending to the upkeep of all this were those strange tattooed deer they had spotted outside, though they were oddly going about this task unchained and unharassed, free to move about with their captors paying them little mind at all. One could easily walk right out of the cave unnoticed, but none of them even made the attempt.

Aside from the furnishings made to accommodate the minotaur, bars had been set up in several places where the cave’s natural walls would make good cells for captives. They were being put to good use too, as each were currently filled with many of the missing deer from Thicket, all stripped of all their clothing like Blackthorn, but fitted with iron collars that acted as symbols of their enslavement. The missing males had additional accessories on them, some odd devices locked around their privates, clasping tightly around their balls and dicks as if to hold them in restraint as well.

Lastly, and worse of all, was what was outside of the cage. The minotaur had several of the missing does bound in chains, some in devices similar to what he was bound to, and some attached to the cave ceiling by their arms, hanging off the ground low enough to have their waists at the same height as their captors’. They had been bound like this for a purpose that Blackthorn would not have ever expected. He had seen how they treated those other deer in the encampment, but to believe they would take it this far.

The females were crying in the throes of agony, at the mercy of the minotaur’s sexual advances. The massive creatures took advantage of their inability to escape or fight back, and were using them as objects of pleasure as they stuck their large bovine cocks deeply into bodies that shouldn’t have been able to accommodate them. The does made such terrible noises each time the meat rods moved inside them, screaming through gritted teeth, moaning in despair as their nether regions were deeply penetrated, the flesh of their abdomens bulging out in order to make room for the massive things inside them. Blackthorn could only watch as the minotaur violated them, and saw exactly where the heads of their shafts were as they moved by watching the shifting imprints as they violated their captives.

“Like what you see there?” said the large minotaur leader, snapping Blackthorn back to his current situation.

The minotaur, the one he had heard one of the other bovines call Titanius, stood just a little to the side of Blackthorn, leg bandaged up from the wound he took earlier in the fight with the Thicket deer. At his side was one of the foriegn deer, though not a doe. This was a stag, and the only male of his kind present in the cave. The stag had a glow about him, as the tribal markings on his emitted a light glow that gave the cave a tiny bit more illumination. Observing the stag even further, Blackthorn could also spot a pair of rounded nubs poking out from the deer’s brown hair, and after a bit of thinking he realized that these protrusions were his antlers, shaved down to two small horns. Seeing this, Blackthorn darted his eyes upwards, and was happy to see that his own antlers were still there.

Aside from those features, and the fact that he was both nude and wearing one of those weird restraints Blackthorn saw on the other stags around his privates, there was little different from this stag and an average deer. It would have made Blackthorn curious about who exactly these deer were, had he not had more pressing matters on his mind.

“You might want to answer your new master,” said the stag as he wrapped his arms around one of Titanius’ in embrace, “He doesn’t like to be ignored.”

“Now, now, Sergius. He’s been out cold for a day. Probably still taking everything in.” Titanius said, giving the stag a pat on the head, “Give him a moment.”

“I don’t need a moment to see the atrocities you have committed,” Blackthorn spat at the bull, “How dare you monsters rape these defenseless does.”

“Hey! He’s not a monster!” Sergius refuted, “He’s a minotaur!”

The minotaur took hold of the tattooed stag’s hair at his outburst and gave it a good pull. “Settle down. He is in no position where what he says should upset you.”

“Sorry master.” Sergius replied, wincing in pain as he was disciplined.

Titanius sighed, and released his slave. “Give a slave an inch, and they think they can act however they please. Now then, let’s discuss your own role as a slave, shall we?”

“As if I’d cooperate with the likes of you,” Blackthorn said, his hostilities not dying down one bit, “Whatever bit of labor you intend to force me to do, I will not comply.”

“Oh really?” Titanius said, intrigued by Blackthorn’s defiance, especially in his current position.

“You could try to beat me into submission, but I will not break. I’m a trained guard of the Kingdom of Thicket, and my duty will not allow me to bend to the will of barbarians.” Blackthorn smirked, “Besides, I will not be your captive for long. As we speak, two of my most trusted soldiers are telling the king your location and will be bringing a small army here to decimate your little band of raiders."

Titanius laughed, “Is that so? Then I suppose you haven’t turned your head far enough that way yet.”

The minotaur pointed to a spot in the cave, and Blackthorn felt compelled to see what he was talking about. He froze when he saw one of his subordinates captured, and fairing no better than any other doe outside of a cage.

White Rose, caught in her precarious position, was mere feet away from Blackthorn. Strung up by an elastic tether to the cave ceiling, the albino doe hung from her ankles, arms encased behind her back in a leather sleeve that was held tightly together with several belts that was interwoven into the material. As the minotaur who had subdued her had promised, her back had been fixed up by the bovine’s enslaved deer. This didn’t return her ability to move her body though, at least not immediately, as at this moment, all she could move was above, or in this case below, the neckline. It did, however, unfortunately return the ability to feel to her.

Ever since her spine realignment, the minotaur that had captured her took great enjoyment from treating her unmoving form as a sex toy. He started by doing with her what most of the minotaur were doing with their captive females. Unable to make a single action in resistance, she was put into a position where the side of her face was flat against the dirt, while her ass was presented to her soon to be defiler. The brute had foregone the concept of gentleness altogether as he did as he pleased, pushing his club-sized cock into the flesh mound between her legs, finding the tiny passage only a trifling obstacle to overcome before making his way inside the warm tunnel that led to her most personal of spaces.

With that out of the way, she had to endure the sensation of her birth canal expanding around the invader, her hips gripped firm in the minotaur's hands, being pulled to him as he pushed his dick inside, wanting nothing less than for his and her crotch to meet one another. His goal was accomplished after plowing through her vaginal passage’s last barrier, her cervix, mercilessly inviting himself into the deepest depths of her body. Once inside, he released her waist, took her by the wrists, and pulled them back in order to lift her upper torso up.

For some time, she was held like this, the minotaur moving his massive, masculine sex organ inside her, the head only ever teasing to exit her womb, allowing her stretched, strained cervix to almost return to a closed state, before being forced back open as it rammed its way back inside. During the experience, White’s body bounced about violently with each thrust, the doe only able to create labored breaths and distressed howls that joined the chorus of despair being sung by the minotuar’s captives, releasing a final exhausted and devastated cry as her sexual assault came to an end with the depraved creature unloading the contents of his sack directly into her womb.

Tired, both physically and mentally, having her body unwillingly sent into over a dozen agonizing climaxes as it reacted in ways biology demanded during the act of sex, White Rose was put into a state that would have rendered her incapable of movement even if she was not currently paralyzed. Her bovine slaver was not finished with her yet, and went onto the next step of her enslavement. He ordered several of the foreign does to decorate her as a slave, to which these foreign deer were happy to oblige.

Once more unable to do anything as others did as they pleased with her, she had to watch as these deer took several sharp needles, and got to work piercing her flesh. The first one entered through her clit, sending a jolt into the albino doe’s brain that was on an all new level of pain from having her innards battered by the minotaur’s shaft, one being a crude blunt impact while the other was a sweetly stinging agony in comparison. The sharp needle was pushed harshly into the tiny flesh bit, creating a hole that went all the way through the nerve filled nub, which the doe tending to it then disinfected and filled with a small, metal rod to act as her new piercing.

The does likewise pierced her nipples, using the rings they intended to adorn her with as the puncturing tool. They started off as incomplete loops, one end having a sharp spike on it, while the other had a hole that was dug into the length of the metal. After forcing the pointy steel into her sensitive skin, creating more places where once joined parts of flesh separated from one another, and creating a passage through, the rings ends were forced together so the spike was hidden inside the hole. Finally, using some magic that White Rose was unfamiliar with that caused the tattoos on their bodies to glow, they somehow sealed the two ends together to create a full, unbroken loop of metal.

This process was repeated once more, though this time by her new master himself, as she was given a piercing through the central piece of cartilage in her nose, making it so the loops of this sizable ring went in one nostril and out the other. With it in place, only one last thing needed to be given to the tormented deer, that being a metal collar around her throat to act as a constant reminder of what the minotaur saw her as. A slave, nothing more.

These were the events that led her to her current predicament, dangling upside-down like a piece of meat, every inch of her body sore as it did what little it could to recover, while the creature who had captured her sat in front of her. He amused himself by fondling her body, tugging on the freshly inserted metal additions to her sensitive areas, slipping his meaty fingers into her lower holes, or taking her by the throat and guiding her mouth to his cock, stretching the cord suspending her off the ground so she could not only reach the sexual appendage, but be brought along its length as her lips wrapped around the phallus as it entered partially into her throat. As she was, there was little she could do except hope that rescue would arrive, and that this terrible twist of destiny was not what her life would become.

Blackthorn had to watch as White Rose was toyed with, molested and violated by a barbaric bovine. It shamed him to have let this happen, but he couldn’t help but notice that Birch was not here as well. While White Rose was captured, she had managed to escape.

“Now don’t get me wrong,” Titanius said, bringing Blackthorn’s attention back to him, “I know someone is going to come to save you. We let one of your friends go for the time being for that very reason.”

While Blackthorn was trying to ignore the minotaur, that was something he had to address. “You let her go?”

“She got roughed up a bit beforehand, but I’m sure she woke up eventually and made her way back to your little hovel.” Titanius answered, being snarky about a fairly serious situation, “It will be a few days, but someone will come to free you from captivity and when he gets here, he’ll be joining you, and then so will the rest of your city.”

The way the minotaur spoke, it sounded like he was absolutely certain about what would happen, which was something Blackthorn didn’t like at all. He was just trying to make Blackthorn worry, or perhaps he knew something the stag didn’t.

“Sergius, prep this slave for service. I’m going to tell him how things work before we get down to business.”

“Yes, master.” said the foreign stag, crouching down to grab a small chest-like box off the floor that Blackthorn had failed to notice until now. Opening it up, he pulled out one of the penis restraints all the stags were wearing. “Let’s get you set up!”

The foreign stag practically skipped his way behind Blackthorn, and hastily took hold of his privates, getting the penis restraint in his hands in place so he could put it on properly.

“You see, buck,” Titanius started, “We minotaur have a problem.”

“I’ll say…” Blackthorn replied, feeling small belts being wrapped around the base of his sack.

“Cute, but our problem has nothing to do with our want to enslave your people. To put it bluntly, we minotaur suffer from a curse. One that doesn’t allow us to breed females of our species. It does, however, allow us to breed with any females of any other species, and in turn allows us to create more minotaur through them.”

“So that’s why you’re here? To get breeding slaves?!” Blackthorn yelled, outraged at what the minotaur was saying.

It was already terrible enough knowing that the does were being raped, but he thought that the sexual abuse was all it was. Most species couldn’t interbreed without creatures that weren’t close enough to what they were, after all. To learn that they were raping them with the intent to force the women to bear their children, Blackthorn didn’t think he could get any angrier, but these beasts had found a way of pushing his hatred of them further.

“In recent years,” Titanius continued, “The minotaur have been dwindling. We used to be able to find females who would give themselves to us willingly, if only for a night, or even find ones who would want to mate with us of their own accord. Nowadays, it’s incredibly difficult to find a single female who would want to put themselves through the pain that both intercourse and birthing a minotaur child brings. Even with the best medicines created to ease the process, the experience is not a pleasant one. We cannot allow our species to perish though, so some of us have come to a decision. If females will not come to us willingly, we will take them by force.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel sympathetic?” Blackthorn asked, disgusted at the very notion, “I assure you it does not.”

“No, that is not my intentions,” replied Titanius, “It is merely custom to let those we enslave know the reason we are doing this. Many of us see nothing ‘noble’ in the preservation of our race through this method, but it is still entirely necessary. I have no doubt that if your race were at the brink of extinction, you’d also go to the same lengths to preserve it.”

Blackthorn rebuked that notion internally. There was no way a deer of Thicket, or any deer for that matter, would stoop so low as to enslave others and use their females as tools in some depraved sexual conquest. Before he could refute it verbally though, Blackthorn felt a sudden tightness grip his privates hard.

“I got the chastity cage on, master.” Sergius announced, “I’ll get to the next part right away.”

“Good,” Titanius remarked, “Can’t have my new stag slave getting horny at the sight of all these naked does and fooling around with them behind my back.”

“I would never!” Blackthorn yelled, detesting the besmirchment of his honor.

The very idea of taking advantage of a woman in a vulnerable state made his dick shrivel, so much so that it didn’t even touch near the end of the cage surrounding it.

“Really?” Titanius said, looking very pleased, “Well that’s good. Cause you see, I’m not quite like my friends here. While yes, I have done my duty and have impregnated my fair share of females in order to make sure our race would carry on, I’m honestly of a different persuasion.”

“A different per… oh no…” Blackthorn didn’t know how he hadn’t realized what was going on before. He was bound, naked, ass up in the air. It never crossed his mind that he would be in the same position as the does. “You can’t!”

“Oh, trust me, I can.” Titanius said, pleased that the stag finally understood his position, and that it was sinking in how little say he had in fulfilling his role, “In fact, Sergius.”

“On it,” said the stag behind Blackthorn, just as he stuck the sharp end of a syringe deeply into the thickest part of the bound buck’s anal ring.

The sharp bit of metal delved deep under the flesh to a vein, the sting causing Blackthorn to inhale through gritted teeth. He tried to move away from the pricking object, but all he could do in his position was wiggle his ass from side to side, which didn’t help him in the least now that the long needle was securely pushed into him. As he struggled, he could feel something fluid entering his body through the veins in his butt, spreading quickly from there to all the parts of his innards, setting the nerves in them ablaze as they passed through.

He had never in his life been able to feel things like he did just then. He could practically map out in his mind the path his intestines made in his body, and sense the blood coursing through each vein in his lower half. He was having trouble concentrating, the sheer amount of information he was receiving verging on unbearable. Through it all though, he could tell that this was not all the strange substance inside him was doing. With this new found information, he was able to tell that the passage of his ass was starting to become looser, more malleable, both softening and developing an odd quality to it he couldn’t quite pin down.

With his senses heightened, he was able to tell the moment that Sergius decided to test his progress, taking the needle out after a minute, only to shove several fingers into Blackthorn's anus instead. The digits entered with ease, sending surges of pleasure Blackthorn didn’t know was possible right through his spine and into his brain. The insertion alone was a lightning bolt of sensation, but then a storm was created when Sergius pulled his violated hole apart, stretching it open further than the bound deer knew it could be parted.

“Everything is looking good, master.” Sergius said, “And his reactions are coming along well, too.”

As Sergius said, his body was reacting to all this change and sensation, but not in ways Blackthorn wanted. He was letting out labored groans from his fingering and stretching, and his dick was growing to a full erection against his will. He tried to will it to stop, but it wouldn’t listen to him. What it did listen to was the chastity cage surrounding it, as when the room inside of it filled up with his swelling cervid meat, not only did he find that there was no more space for it to grow to full size, but he felt something poking at his sensitive penis head that made it want to recoil. Inside the tip of the metal covering were several spikes, dull enough to not cut or pierce the flesh, but pointy enough to agitate and cause pain to the sex organ.

Watching Blackthorn struggle against both his bonds and these newfound sensations, Titanius’ own arousal grew. His sizable cock started to bulge through the fabric of his loincloth, and then revealed itself completely as it outgrew its length. Blackthorn, seeing this, added this to the things littering his thoughts, as while the minotaur was pretty average in girth when it came to his kind, even the smallest of minotaur dicks made that of the deer's own kind look minuscule in comparison, and that mass of meat was about to go inside his, until just now, untouched ass in a way he never even dreamed of experiencing.

“Get to the last step,” The minotaur said to his tamed deer slave, “My patience is wearing thin.”

“Right away, master.” Sergius said, removing his fingers from the other deer’s rump.

He grabbed his box of tools in haste, and circled back around to Blackthorn’s front. Setting the container back down, retrieving from it a jar and some small objects that looked like sticks with balls of cotton on the ends of them. Sergius took a moment to take the jar's lid off, and near instantly, a scent reached Blackthorn’s nose that forced him to turn away. Not because the smell was horrid. On the contrary, despite the thick and heavy musk of it, it was one of the sweetest scents he knew. It was a little off, for reasons that Blackthorn could assume, but what he was smelling was a potent and concentrated scent of a doe in heat.

“Now don’t move,” Sergius said, dipping his cotton tipped stick into the jar, saturating it with what was contained inside, “This won’t hurt a bit so long as you hold still.”

Blackthorn knew that he would have to be mad to obey the requests of the minotaur’s minion, and with his head being the last part of his body he could move freely, he made efforts to turn it away every time the scent slathered stick got within a few inches of his face, Sergius trying time and time again to get it near his nostrils.

Of course, this only happened a few times before his head was grabbed, Titanius’ palm finding a place over his eyes, while his index finger and thumb wrapped around his muzzle to direct it straight forward.

“Thank you, master,” said Sergius, knowing first-hand that minotaur could restrain a deer with ease. Now he would have no problem completing his task.

As Blackthorn struggled in vain, Sergius took the stick in his hand, and without much hesitation, shoved it right into Blackthorn’s nose. He sent it deeply inside one nostril, scraping the wall of his nasal cavity with musk, all the while hearing the muffled screams from the victim of his craft as his master held his mouth shut tight. Sergius knew that it was not just the violation of yet another hole that was setting Blackthorn off, but the substance he was currently using to line the inner walls of his skull with.

It was a mixture of doe scent and a chemical the Antlerteans created to intensify sensations, a similar concoction to what was put into Blackthorn’s ass moments ago, but could be absorbed into the body if put into certain cavities. Right now, it was coating membranes that were right next to the Thicket deer's brain, and thus everything he was feeling, even that of his already sensitive anal passage, were going to be risen to levels he could never experience otherwise. He was going to be in for one hell of a ride when Titanius got started, and Sergius equally pitied and envied what he was about to be put through during his first act as a sex slave.

Sergius took several minutes, reapplying his stick with his sensitivity substance, getting new sticks once one was deemed filthy by him, and applying and reapplying it till he believed that Blackthorn’s resistance to it was decimated. By the time he was done, the bound stag’s entire body was trembling, and he had resigned to gripping the chains that shackled his hand to the floor tightly in an attempt to endure this new world of intense feeling and heat fueled lust he was in, and that was only the things Sergius could spot from where he was. All around Blackthorn’s body, his normally most sensitive bits were going crazy; His asshole was twitching wildly, his nipples hardened as much as they could in arousal, his dick swelled up as much as its cage would let it, despite the spikes at the end of the restraint, and his balls were spasming so much that pre-cum fountained out his cockhead in small, but steady, droplets.

“He is ready, master.” Sergius said, sure that in body and mind, this stag was in the state the minotaur wished it to be.

Pushed to the limits of sensation, prepped to make penetration as “un-damaging” as possible, and restrained in a way that he couldn’t ever reach true release from what was to come. It was Blackthorn’s punishment for hurting his master, perhaps for having the nerve to try and fight him in the first place, or even simply because he was a deer and needed to be put into his place. Sergius didn’t fully understand the petty nature of his master, or any other minotaur, but he knew that this was how they punished slaves whom they deemed deserving of their wrath.

Titanius released Blackthorn’s head, leaving the stag’s side to take his place at his rear. The moment Blackthorn could see again, a bright light hit his eyes. No, it was normal light, but perceived at a vast multitude of what it should be. Even the low light of the cave had become like he was staring at the sun, with the colors around him becoming incredibly vibrant.

Sounds had amplified too, and now the moans filling the cave became an ocean of noise filled with desperation and lust. At least he thought it was lust coming from the does, but this was only because the thought of lustful actions were all he could focus on. His thoughts were shrouded with a need to mate, the scent of estrus clouding any other rationality at this point, sending a miasma of pheromones into his lungs with each of his heavy breaths.

Blackthorn was left panting, his tongue slipping out of his mouth with each exhale, only to be brought back in with each breath. He tried to resist, but he couldn’t. All his body wanted now was sex, some form of release from this agony, in any manner that it could get. Until that happened, he was going to writhe in torment. He was allowed to suffer for a short time, to take in reality in all its agony, but then… it started. The moment that he was dreading somewhere deep in his lust addled mind.

A pair of hands rested on his back, each taking one side of his waist in their powerful grip. Then, a strong, solid, and large piece of flesh pushed gently against the valley between his ass, just underneath his tail, where the now soft and vulnerable entrance to it resided. Fear of what to come made his breathing rapidly increase, but in doing so, he took more of the substance coating his nasal passage into his lungs, causing his thoughts to delve deeper into unchecked desire. Blackthorn might not have wanted this, but “he” wanted this. The primal urges inside the stag that told him to find sexual gratification, it wished for nothing less than to have his tight flesh ring stretched out, to have his insides ravaged, and for him to cry out as he was given the only thing that, given his position, could release him from this torture.

Blackthorn, giving in to the urge, let out a pleading moan, wordlessly begging the minotaur to get it over with, and the minotaur granted his wish. With a simple, solid thrust of his hip, the minotaur shoved his shaft into the helpless stag’s ass. The ring that acted as the gateway inside stretched far to give the bovine access, sending torrents of blinding pain to its possessor, but it still held as the cockhead pushed through, and once that got through the rest had no problem following. The once tight hole had been made to expand more than five times its normal size, and ached as it did its best not to break, the chemicals inside preventing that unfortunate circumstance from happening in exchange for the most succulent sense of soreness one could experience.

Blackthorn’s spine curved as far back as it could as he was filled by the bovine’s cock, his head following to aim his face to the ceiling. As the massive mast was pushed into him, it felt like other things were being pushed out of him. His tongue left his mouth entirely, not wanting to go back inside the safety of his muzzle, content to hang limply on his lower lip. His eyes watered as the shaft shifted his insides. He swore that he could feel one of the bends of his intestines straightening out to properly fit the rigid bull rod inside him. The very air in his lungs was forced to vacate his body to make room, with him howling out a sorrowful tone of misery and longing, both wanting this to end and to never stop.

Titanius, with a bit of effort, managed to get most of himself inside Blackthorn’s hole, a delightful tunnel of warmth that gripped his dick like a vice, all the while messaging it by spasming from time to time to relieve its own tension. He could taste the pleasure he was receiving, and was delighted to have been able to once more feel the pleasure that could only come from raiding the virgin ass of a lesser male. It was a shame he could only get this feeling once from his slave, but there were going to be others who would allow him to feel it again soon enough. With that pleasant notion guiding him, he begun to fuck the deer currently wrapped around his dick.

Blackthorn groaned and howled every time the minotaur in him moved, having to feel in detail every inch of what was happening to him. He could feel his urethra being squished between the cylindrical block of bull and his own flesh, rubbed vigorously by the minotaur moving in and out of him. He couldn’t tell if this was paradise or purgatory, his senses telling him it was both at once. He was trapped, more than just physically. He was in a state of losing consciousness, while at the same time being aware of everything around him. When this was all over, it would be nothing but a blur to him, but right now the cock in his ass and the feelings it caused were all he knew.

Through it all, with every jab of the cock inside of him, with each time it hit a part of his innards that couldn’t move out of the way, or every time he took another deep, pheromone-filled breath, he could only think of one thing; release. The release of his own climax, a release that would never come with the contraption on his cock preventing him from going fully erect. The stag was just made to endure it all, with no promise of a reward at the end. The promise was the opposite, that he would never find release from this. Perhaps he would never again know the touch of a woman against his sexual organ, if the minotaur got their way. In the state he was in, he found it hard to see things going any other way, the thought of Birch’s escape vanishing in the face of this ever present lust.

Some time passed, and finally Titanius gave his final thrust into his captive’s rear. With a triumphant bellow, he released himself inside Blackthorn, the cum from his huge sack squirting into the deer in bursts, hot sperm flooding his intestines completely, some finding its way into his stomach when space became otherwise occupied. Both men were left sweating and panting, but for Titanius it was just minor post-sex exhaustion. Blackthorn was entirely wrecked, his body soaked from his own fluids, and the floor beneath him having a puddle created entirely from his pre-cum.

Titanius rested for a minute, but eventually pulled out of the deer, drawing one last miserable moan from him as his anal tunnels tightened back to near normal shape, and the bull cum inside him spilled out from his hole to join his own sexual fluids.

“That’s quite the ass you got on ya,” The minotaur commented, “Nice and tight. Must be from all that muscle you got on ya. All that soldier training made this all the more pleasurable for me. Almost like you’ve been preparing your whole life for this night.”

Blackthorn didn’t refute it. He couldn’t muster the energy to so much as give a moan of objection. His mind was shot, stuck in a state of recovery as pain and mock pleasure covered him like a blanket of sensation.

“Heh,” Titanius laughed, seeing he wasn’t going to get any more remarks from the stag, at least not tonight, “Reminds me of the first time I fucked you, Sergius. Of course, I was more spry back then.”

“Yes, master,” Sergius replied, “That night is one that I will never forget.”

“Clean up this mess,” Titanius said, dismissing the response of his servant. He had been tamed long ago, and his opinions rarely mattered, at least not when compared to his talents, “And give your slave brother something to think about as you do.”

Sergius gave the minotaur a nod as he walked away, understanding that it was his place to obey and only obey. He retrieved a bunch of rags as quickly as he could and returned to the bound stag, getting to the task assigned to him, starting with the cum leaking from Blackthorn’s violated ass.

“It won’t always be so bad,” Sergius said, not even sure if Blackthorn could hear him, “Eventually it will hurt less, and they will stop using the medicine on you as a form of torture.”

Cleaning away some of the spelt jism, Sergius got to the other order he was given, and gave Blackthorn something to think about by running his tongue across the stag’s bloated, sore sack, gently caressing it with the slippery muscle.

“Eventually, you might even come to like it,” he said between licks, while cleaning up more fluids in between those, “And when that happens, things will be ‘normal’ again.”

Blackthorn didn’t understand a word being said to him. All he knew now was the feeling of the tongue touching his genitals. It was not going to be enough to send him over the edge, but thankfully the chemicals in him were dying down. His awareness was becoming more dim, his mind less active. He even felt like he could pass out, which was a god send after what he went through. There would be no thinking about the future, no thinking about the past, all there was for the time being was the ‘right now’, and right now he was going to let the feeling of another stag’s tongue sing a sweet lullaby to him as he drifted back to the safety of the void.