Deep in the Thicket

Bramble and his new owner made their way to the very depths of the manticore cave, the deer prince moving only so fast as to prevent the minotaur from pulling his reins, as his master steadily walked with a slight limp to their destination. He was in no rush to reach wherever he was being taken, knowing well that once they arrived, he would be subjected to every act of defilement Titanius could think of, save from the minotaur sticking his bovine shaft inside his deer rump, so long as the bull kept his promise. Still, he did not resist too much, fearing that he might make his hopefully temporary master have a change of heart about said promise.

Along the way, he saw the remainder of the Thicket does that the minotaur captured, placed in cages and kept away from the areas where females were being publicly raped. Catching a glimpse of confusion on Bramble’s face, Titanius quickly explained the breeding habits of the minotaur, and that these girls were being kept to the side to be sold as virgin slaves back in the minotaur home lands of ‘Minopolis’.

“My men have put their mouths to good use,” said Titanius as he brought his explanation to a close, “But so far, no one has shattered their hymens. That privilege will go to their future mate and master.”

Bramble's face twisted in revulsion from behind his bridle. He thought it was possible that a minotaur could impregnate a deer based on the appearances of the Antlerteans, but discovering his theory was correct only made him feel worse. The bovine barbarians were actually trying to turn his people into breeding slaves to propagate their species, and unless stopped, the population of Thicket would become little more than incubators and sex slaves for these bulls. With Blackthorn captured, and his own plan a failure, the prince had little hope that this outcome wouldn’t happen, since his father had already shown a reluctance to go on the attack against these invaders.

“And here we are,” Titanius announced, the pair arriving to the very back of the cave.

There, a sizable chamber within the stone structure that had been furnished with a large bed made of straw, a thick blanket draped over the material to prevent its ends from poking whoever laid atop it, with a wooden post sticking up from the ground next to it about four foot high. The only other furnishings were the crystal lights that lined the walls of the cave, a curtain to divide this part of the cavern from the rest of it, and several crates worth of slave bindings placed just outside this makeshift room.

The minotaur wasted no time dragging Bramble into the room, tossing the prince face down onto the straw bed, and tying his reins to the post in a knot. Bramble quickly flipped himself on his back, keeping a close eye on what the minotaur would do next. Without a word, Titanius walked right out of the room, closing the curtains behind him as he left the deer alone with only his thoughts. The buck was relieved that the minotaur left him, but couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. The curtain was thin enough that he could see the minotaur’s shadow from the other side as he left, but that was only for a moment before he moved away from the entrance. He couldn’t have just left him there, so he had to be off getting something or someone.

Then a thought came to him. Save for the knot in his reins, he wasn’t particularly restricted. Yes, his dick and mouth were bound, but his hands and legs had complete freedom of movement. He sat up, moved over to the pole he was tied to, and looked over the knot. It was a fairly simple one, but it looked rather tight. It might have been possible for Bramble to undo it, but it would take a little time. However, he didn’t know how much time he really had, and if he was caught, then no doubt he would be punished.

Bramble tried to reach for the knot, but then almost instinctively recoiled his hand. The buck knew that he was being far too compliant for his own good by now, accepting everything the minotaur did to him without a single refusal, but he was having trouble finding his courage ever since the incident with his plant potion. Something about his failure there was making it much harder for him to try again, especially with how disastrous things ended up when he attempted to do something on his own.

Doubt guided his action, making him focus on what could happen if he was caught, and on how he really didn’t have a plan beyond untying himself. Was it even possible to escape? He was so deep in the minotaur’s base, and they were stationed pretty much everywhere. It wasn’t like they weren’t going to see him, and they certainly weren’t going to let him just walk out of the cave. Bramble couldn’t help but to fall back on the terrible notion that escaping on his own was impossible, and that, for now at least, it was better to obey than to aggravate his master.

Minutes passed as Bramble was left to dwell on the mistakes he made that night, how, to some degree, he deserved this for disobeying his father, and how he had probably made it harder for Blackthorn to plan an escape now. For all the prince knew, his master was talking to Blackthorn at this moment, making threats of what he would do to the foolish buck if Blackthorn managed to get away. With the amount of time he was gone, that was certainly possible, as in between his disparaging thoughts, Bramble felt that he could have undone the knot twice, and been working on undoing it a third time.

Eventually, the large shadow of the minotaur reappeared from behind the curtain, and Bramble was almost glad to see the minotaur return, if only because it released him from both his bad thoughts and the building tension of the moment. What he wasn’t glad to see was the wooden box full of items he had brought along with him. Bramble wasn’t familiar with most of what he could see sticking out of the top, with sex paraphernalia not a common thing in Thicket, but he could make assumptions that some of what he saw was going to go places he didn’t want them to.

Titanius set the container onto the floor, then went over to inspect the knot he made earlier. “Didn’t even try to undo it. I’m actually a little proud of your patience.”

Bramble gave a bit of a blush as his captor complimented him, embarrassed with himself that his cowardice earned him praise from such a despicable creature. With his mouth bound, the buck couldn’t make any words of protest, but internally, he rejected the sentiment that he was just being a good slave for this evil creature.

“Then again, I pretty much knew you weren’t going to try anything,” Titanius went on to say, taking a seat on the straw bed near Bramble. His muscle-bound body weighed so heavily that it caused the spot where he had sat on to sink, creating a slope that Bramble slid into, which made the lighter male press up against the side of the minotaur. “I figured that you’ve been wanting to be in this kind of situation for a while. At the mercy of another, much more masculine man than yourself.”

At that insinuation, Bramble vocalized an objection, mumbling into the bit in his muzzle in a very loud and hostile manner. This made his master chuckle, and in mid-laugh he wrapped an arm around his slave, placing his large hand on the deer’s ass cheek. Bramble immediately tried to push himself away, but the strong embrace of the minotaur kept him right where he was.

“Perhaps not in this exact scenario,” Titanius corrected, “But you have ‘faggot’ writing all over that femme body of yours. I’d wager that you’re just full of repressed feelings about the other stags in that twig city of yours. Probably why you’re a virgin.”

Bramble had to suppress a groan at the notion, especially since it was the minotaur who was about to force himself on another male. Yes, he was a virgin, but it wasn't brought on by some urge to have sex with other males. He just hadn’t found the right girl yet within the small city that was the deer’s kingdom.

Sure, when he was younger and in the midst of puberty-induced lust, he would find himself looking out into the courtyard as Blackthorn trained his soldiers, perhaps having some less than pure fantasies about the two of them together, but that was something he grew out of a long time ago. Besides, homosexuality was not something practiced in his kingdom, and it was up to him to carry on his father’s lineage, to eventually sire the next king of Thicket after himself. It wasn’t like he took every opportunity to oogle the other bucks every time he went to Thicket’s communal bathing grounds… Just on occasion, in order to compare himself to his competition of course.

“I can see the gears turning in your head,” Titanius said, putting his lips right next to Bramble’s ear, “And I’ve got to say, it’s kinda cute watching you try to deny to yourself that you want the dick bad.”

Without warning, the bull pushed Bramble onto his back, pinning him down with a single press of his hand on the much smaller male’s chest. Off guard and flustered, Bramble could only look up at the face of the dominant bull now hovering over him.

“Rubus, I know you’re scared and embarrassed, but just stay as still as you can and I’ll show you just how much you actually enjoy this.”

The minotaur opened his mouth, and to Bramble’s amazement, a tongue over a foot long slipped out of it. The bull released the meaty, saliva-soaked appendage at its full length, which was an appropriate size for a bovine as big as him. Bramble felt his heart race at the sight of the mouth organ lowering down towards him, and then skip a beat upon it touching against his bare chest. The buck could feel his fur become soppy and matted on contact with the thing, and that only worsened when then bull slurped the slithering muscle over the deer’s abs.

A disgusting tingle started to flow over the buck’s being as the bovine tasted of his flesh, leaving behind a trail of slimy spittle behind in its path. Bramble held his voice inside his throat while his body trembled, his curves being lapped at thoroughly by his captor, who left few spots untouched in the exploration of the deer’s body. As this went on, Bramble tried to remain calm, but his breathing had rapidly increased till he was in a constant state of taking deep breaths, only to exhale and repeat the cycle an uncountable amount of times. His body was becoming weirdly aroused by this stimulation, his bound cock making an attempt to become stiff for the first time since its caging, only to be blocked by its bindings. How this was happening, he was unsure. He didn’t want to believe that he was actually being turned on by this messy intrusion of his personal space, but he couldn’t deny that he too was contributing to the mess as his pent up penis produced its own clear, sticky fluid.

Before long, Bramble found it impossible to hold back the sounds that desperately wanted to escape his muzzle, with grunts and groans slipping past the barricade of his will slowly at first, but becoming uncontrollable within a matter of minutes. The sounds he uttered, while involuntary, could only be perceived as the lewd moans of a deer being overtaken by his lust. If others outside of the room could hear him, they would have no means of telling if he was distressed or giving into hidden desire.

This went on for a while, until the minotaur decided that he had gotten a decent sampling of his slave’s flavor. With the fur of Bramble’s upper torso covered in drool from the waist up to the shoulders, it was time to proceed with the activities. Without a word, the minotaur got up from the bed and went over to his crate of things, leaving the deer behind.

Bramble, now recovering from the oral assault of his being, was finding it hard to collect his thoughts. That entire time, his mind had been focused on the pleasure the minotaur’s mouth massage was bestowing upon him, and there had been little room for any other thoughts to enter his mind space. With the tongue gone, all he could do was lay back, exhausted from the mere act of breathing heavily, soaked in sweat and saliva as the sensations of his sweet, savory suffering echoed through him.

“Rubus,” Bramble heard on the edge of his consciousness.

The deer had to think for a second to remember what that meant, and the first thought to reach him was right… that’s my name, his brain only half processing his memory on his minotaur given nickname. Recognizing Rubus to be him, he lifted his head to look at the one requesting his attention.

What met Bramble’s eyes was his now completely naked master, devoid of his loincloth, stroking his large shaft in one hand while holding a leather belt strap at his side with the other. Immediately the buck assumed that the minotaur was breaking his promise about not penetrating him with his cock, and with what little energy the deer had, he attempted feebly to get away.

Titanius shook his head, approaching his slave, “I’m not gonna poke ya,” he said, grabbing the deer by the ankle, easily pulling Bramble back to him, “But your reactions have gotten me riled up. I’m gonna need to let loose soon… But first…”

The minotaur used the hand he was holding the deer’s ankle in to grab his other leg as well, easily putting them both together in a single palm. Clenching them firmly together, he took the belt he was holding, wrapped it around Bramble’s ankles as tight as he could without it biting into his slave’s skin, and fastened the ends together in order to keep his legs from parting from one another. Happy with the bindings, Titanius pulled Bramble to the edge of the bed so his butt partially hung over it, then curled up the smaller male’s body by positioning his legs up near his head.

“There we go,” said the minotaur, taking a seat at the bed’s edge, one hand keeping Bramble’s legs in place, “Now we can get to the really fun stuff.”

Bramble watched as the minotaur placed the index finger of his free hand next to his lips, and proceeded to lick it with that long tongue that never seemed to run out of spit. Within seconds, the bull saturated his own finger with the substance, getting it wet and slimy. The buck knew just enough about sex to assume what was about to happen, understanding that the finger was about to do what Titanius promised his dick wouldn’t. It was sizably smaller than the penis, but it was thick enough to match the girth of an average pony dick, which was much larger than the average deer cock in comparison.

Bramble did his best to try and get away, but the minotaur’s foreplay sapped him of too much energy. All that ended up happening was him wriggling his little rump in a way that must have enticed his master, as the bull took this as a sign to start. Placing the slick digit next to the vulnerable stag hole, he first teased it by pressing the tip firmly against the entrance, with the intent of only creating pressure without using enough force to actually enter.

Bramble grabbed at Titanius’ arm, the one holding his legs back, and whimpered softly, believing this to be it. Instead the minotaur lifted his finger away, leaving behind a bit of wetness from it covering the tiny hole, only to press it back with the same force a second later. Titanius did this several times, watching his slave’s eyes widen at every threat that the finger would be pushed in, the buck’s fingers tightening its grip on his forearm at the mere touch of his sphincter. The buck was practically a puppet, his actions as easily manipulable by pulling this simple ‘string’. It would only be a matter of time before he found out what the other strings did. Satisfied with the results of his teasing, the minotaur finally decided to make do what he was threatening, and with one final pressing of his finger, Titanius pushed past the point where he had been limiting himself before.

The deer’s fingers bit into the flesh of his arm, but the bovine ignored it. He didn’t expect his slave’s first time to be easy, seeing that he hadn’t prepped Bramble for penetration via the elasticizing drugs usually implemented on newly acquired slaves. He wouldn't need them, but taking something as large as a minotaur finger into his inexperienced ass, lubricated or not, was bound to cause some discomfort at first, and even some time after. So Titanius saw nothing wrong about the buck digging his nails into his skin, as if he expected Bramble to endure pain, the least he could do was receive some in turn.

“Try to relax,” Titanius said in the most comforting tone his bull voice could conjure, “This will hurt at first, but it will feel better in time so long as you don’t tense up.”

Bramble couldn’t help but be tense, his flesh ring gripping the finger slipping inside it in a vain attempt to keep it from going the wrong way in what was supposed to be a one-way passage. Clawing at the minotaur's arm and gritting his teeth was the only thing his body would do that actually helped deal with the pain, but most actions were entirely automatic by now. Bramble was merely a passenger in his own body, experiencing everything, struggling and giving groans of protest reactively, but not truly participating as the barrier to his innards was bypassed by the object forcing its way inside.

The only thing Bramble felt he had true control over was his eyes, and with them, he looked at the one molesting him as said person, in turn, looked back. The minotaur despite being in the middle of raping him, wore a soft expression, further disorientating Bramble with his projected kind demeanor. Titanius was not being as forceful as one pictured a slaver should be, but it would have almost been better if he had been. That way Bramble could just view his master as a monster without reason or compassion. Right now, his feelings towards the muscle-bound male were conflicted, though still mostly negative.

The finger inside Bramble went in much easier at about its midpoint, the ring around it having been well lubricated and stretched out as far as needed for the rest to follow, which the finger did as it burrowed inside knuckle deep.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” said Titanius, instantly getting shot back a ‘You serious?’ look from the panting deer who was struggling to deal with the large obstruction in his bowels. “Don’t give me that look. You’ll come to like this someday, and even later you’ll be thanking me for this.”

Bramble couldn’t fathom eventually thanking this creature for enslaving his people and raping him, but was somewhat glad the minotaur was saying abhorrent things like this, as it made it much easier to detest him.

For some time after, the minotaur played with Bramble’s asshole by moving his finger about as he pleased. Pumping it in and out of the buck, grinding it against Bramble’s inner walls, curling the finger to touch one side with its tip while the knuckle was placed firmly on the other. Each motion sent sensations to the deer’s mind that felt like agony mixed with a subtle sense of pleasure. It was not often that he was even aware the pleasurable parts existed, but his body kept track of everything and reacted in kind, leaving him very confused as to why his dick wouldn’t settle down, both stiff and seeping precum in such large proportions that a mess was forming at his crotch.

His ass was still clenching at the minotaur’s index finger, even now that it had become so wet from the minotaur’s spit that it lacked any friction to prevent the movements of said finger. All it was really accomplishing was creating a loud, sloppy sound as Titanius freely inserted and retracted himself as many times as he pleased. Bramble wanted to beg him to stop, but all he could get past the bit in his mouth were muffled groans. These sounds only served to egg the minotaur on, continuing his toying with the buck till their session together reached close to the hour mark, then the bull decided it was his turn.

Removing his finger from the thoroughly abused anus, Titanius released Bramble’s legs and returned to his crate, pulling two bottles from it. “You know, Rubus” said the bovine, pouring a cleaning solution from one bottle onto his hands, “You’re very lucky. Most slaves aren’t let off so easy. Any other would have been given the fucking of a lifetime on their first go. You should have seen what I did to Domitius his first day in my care.”

Bramble was far too worn out from the sexual activity to acknowledge that his master was talking about Blackthorn, having enough trouble staying awake after all the activity, and the loss of what felt like several quarts of fluids from out of his pores and penis. If left alone for too long, he would simply drift to sleep, but the minotaur still had plans for the deer’s first night.

Tossing aside the bottle of soap, the minotaur opened up the other bottle, pouring the contents on his dick. Having been moderately aroused the whole time, the minotaur was in a state of semi-soft erection while he prodded Bramble’s backside. A bit of rubbing was all it took to get the sex organ rock solid, smearing the fluids covering it all about so that no portion of his penis was devoid of it.

Once finished, the minotaur approached Bramble, and once again, the buck thought that he was going to receive that massive cock up his ass, but Titanius has no intention of breaking his word. He did, however, know of a way to use the buck to give him pleasure that didn’t involve any of his holes, and had already prepared for it ahead of time. Standing at the bedside, the bovine took Bramble by the ankles as he had before, lifting them upwards this time instead of making the deer bend in half. With Bramble’s legs pointing to the cave ceiling, the minotaur stood in front of the deer.

“Part your legs, Rubus.” Titanius commanded, to which Bramble complied as best as he could with his ankles bound.

The minotaur, pleased by his slave’s obedience, aimed his cock towards the deer’s hips, and pushed it through the gap between Bramble’s slender thighs.

“You need to tighten up your legs now, but aside from that you can lay back and relax. This shouldn’t even hurt you.” Having said that, the minotaur pushed his own hips forward till they pressed up against the back of Bramble’s legs, his shaft poking out the opposite side, hovering above the smaller male’s chest.

Bramble worked up enough focus to squeeze his legs together, and even in his weary condition, he was able to work out what was going on. The minotaur was going to use his thighs as a masturbation tool, already rubbing their insides with his cock by quickly moving his body back and forth. It might have looked silly to a third party if one was present, but to Bramble this action from the minotaur was just as sexual as anything else he had done that night, with the lubricant smearing onto his inner thighs, and the minotaur’s cock head thrusting in the direction of the buck’s face, while his own caged cock head rubbed along Titanius’ urethra.

Each thrust ended with a slamming of the bull’s hips into the deer’s body, causing it to shake as Bramble learned that minotaur had no concept of restraint. Yet, somehow… this rough treatment, plus the inherent sexual nature of this act, along with all the other things that happened to the deer at his master’s hand, was finally starting to get to Bramble. He wasn’t enjoying himself, but his body was starting to feel like it was in the middle of estrus season with all the rubbing and licking it had been given. It wasn’t just the physical contact that aroused him either, as something in the air itself had suddenly became present in the room, triggering within the prince of Thicket's urges that he found difficult to suppress. Bramble had only the faintest notion of this though, brought on by his rapidly changing mood, and had no clue what was causing it, or that the lubricant his master was using was heavily laced with female deer pheromones.

“Until I feel you are ready,” Titanius said between thrusts, “This will be how I fuck you. I’ll give you immense pleasure, desired or not, and then take my own from your body however I see fit. This time I’m using your legs, next time I might use your tongue, and after that I may find release with that fluffy chest of yours.”

A small part of Bramble questioned how the minotaur thought rubbing his cock on the deer’s chest would compare to what he was doing now, but that part was drowned out near entirely by the part of him that now just wanted the minotaur to keep going. The slave prince’s body was on fire, particularly in between his legs, and with his thighs being rubbed so close to his crotch, he almost felt like he could reach climax if the bovine kept going, regardless of the restraints preventing him from full erection. His peak was tethering over the edge, teasing its arrival with copious amounts of precum that was now drenching the buck’s nethers. Just a little further... just a little further… and then…

“GRRRAAAAAHHHH!!!” The minotaur bellowed with one final thrust, and released a blast of hot cum from his shaft, the load of white fluids pouring over Bramble’s bound muzzle, collared throat, and bare chest. The bovine had taken from the prince the pleasure he wanted, but did so before Bramble could receive his own. That final thrust was indeed the last one, and with it the minotaur ceased moving his hips, instead using his energy solely on making loud huffs through his nostrils.

Bramble let out a disparaged moan, wishing that his master could have held out just a few seconds longer, still not even sure if he could have even reached a climax himself, but too horny from stimulation and the pheromones floating in the air to not crave the feeling that came from shooting sperm. Feeling his impending orgasm fading, the deer prince reached for his balls, knowing his dick was completely covered and untouchable, and stroked his swollen sack in attempt to reach climax. Little by little, he could feel his arousal rising once more, assisted by the overwhelming scent of sex that filled the room.

The only thing that that brought him pause was when he heard the words, “See, I knew you were a faggot.” Bramble stopped immediately, looking up at the minotaur grinning over him, “No, go on. I won’t stop you from trying,” the bovine continued while removing his spent shaft from between the buck’s legs, “But realize that it only proves that you really wanted this, like I said before.”

Bramble was humiliated. He didn’t know how, but the minotaur had gotten him. He refused to think that he truly enjoyed this, but he could never deny that he was turned on by all that had happened to him. Was this how the Antlertean’s fall started, with a small display of weakness? Did it appear as quickly for them, or was he just particularly weak willed? Bramble wished he had the pride to prove the minotaur wrong, but an ache was starting to grow in his genitals, the kind that happened when one was over sexed and craving release.

Shamed, the buck continued to rub his sack in front of the minotaur, as well as using the small reserves of energy he had remaining to rub his semen matted chest fur, embarrassed to the point of tears as the once proud prince succumbed to his own lust guided desires.

“Good,” Titanius said smugly, grabbing a rag to clean himself off, “You may play with yourself all you want tonight, until you pass out, and I won’t even punish you if you manage to get yourself off.”

Bramble wasn’t really listening, but he did receive enough words to realize he was being given permission to continue. This only served to increase the amount of shame he got as he proceeded, as now he understood that this was being treated as a ‘privilege’, one he earned by being such a good slave for his master. Still, this didn’t suppress his urges one bit, so he continued all the same.

Titanius simply loved that the deer prince was giving into the desire that he instilled into him. He was far from tamed, as no slave was broken in one night, but this was an impressive start. The bovine had to wonder, would the buck have bent so easily if not for his failed attack, and the extreme way that failure manifested? Would his new slave have been so meek, timid, and compliant had he not brought about his own downfall? He was clearly scared, perhaps traumatized, by that event, else he might have been just as resistant as Blackthorn.

At this point, Titanius would never know the answer to those ponderings, but what he did know was that things had transpired exactly as they were predicted by his king’s newest cervid acquisition. Not too long ago, a yellow-furred, freckled doe with green hair had walked right into the minotaur king’s raiding encampment, and had relinquished her freedom to him on the spot. Ever since, the king’s prized deer slave had been whispering secrets in the his ear about how to conquer the other deer tribes, and when her words were heeded, things went exactly as the minotaur wanted. Few minotaur knew of this power, but those who did had learned to have respect for the words of this lowly slave, as to do so brought great fortune to the minotaur, and despair and subjugation to the deer.

A week prior, those words brought a fresh batch of doe slaves. A few days ago, it handed Thicket’s highest ranking officer to them at the mere cost of a limp in Titanius’ leg. Tonight, it brought Titanius the prize of a prince in steadily dissipating denial of his own homosexual desires. Now it was time to look to what the reindeer’s words would give the minotaur next.

“Enjoy your masturbation time, Rubus,” said Titanius while making his exit from the room, “Your master has to get things ready for the last part of our raid.” With those last ominous words, the minotaur disappeared behind the curtain, leaving his slave to both suffer through and savor his most thorough defeat.