You must have been stuck in this room for days now. Your kegs are cakes with Minotaur cum, and your body is too sore for you to move. You've been in the same position for hours, with your wrists clasped firmly together in metal cuffs, suspended above your head. All you can do is moan, cry, and sleep, until inevitably Rose comes back and fucks you even harder than before.
You wish you could say it only happened every once in a while, but the giant bull man is irritatingly unpredictable. It's impossible to tell when you'll have an hour to rest, or if ten minutes after you've been stuffed, he'll come back for you again. He's taken advantage of your weakness, too. Sometimes, you get a chance to rest your aching arms when he frees you from your shackles to bend you over a chair or table. Finally able to relax, and rest those sore muscles. It makes you look forward to moments like that. You've been far to weak and far too sore to struggle, and he senses that even now.
You hear the sound of his hooves against the concrete floor, and you raise your head with a little whimper of hope when you hear the jingling of keys.
"Good little fucktoy," he says. "Tell me what a good little boy you are. How badly do you want me now?"
"Please, Master," you force yourself to rasp out, wiggling your bottom at him. "I-I... I've been so good... please take me out of the chains..."
"Mmmmh... maybe," he says, turning away from you. "How badly do you want me?" It takes you a moment to realize what he wants, and you swallow your pride once more in hopes of gaining some comfort.
"Master, I... I want you so badly," you gulp out. He doesn't seem impressed.
"Oh?"
"Y-Yes, Master! I want you so, so badly. I want your dick inside of me, making me feel so, s-so good." You can barely form the words, disgusted with yourself. You're getting hard just thinking about getting bent over...
"Hmmmm, well. Perhaps I can loosen your shackles for a few more minutes." You turn to watch as he stomps his way back over to you and frees you from your bindings. He wastes no time in bending you over the nearby table. You sigh in relief as you feel the blood rush to your fingertips, and you stretch across the table with a whimper. You don't have the will or the energy to run, or to resist, so you spread your legs and wait for him to enter.
He pushes himself into you, and you shudder. It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it did the first few times-- as a matter of fact, your body has come to enjoy the feeling of a giant cock spreading you open. You're disgusted with yourself, but at least you're still partially sane, you suppose.
He thrusts into you without mercy, getting extra violent when you're too quiet for his liking. You moan and praise his dick immediately, and you whimper and whine, automatically more vocal than before. You can feel the pressure building and building, but you know all too well that you'll be given no release until he's finished.. The clamp he's placed on your balls won't allow for that. You merely whimper and cry out as he continues to pound into you, his giant cock teasing your prostate cruelly. It feels so good....
All too soon, you feel the tremendous force of his come filling you to the brim, and he reaches down to unlatch the clamp from your testicles. You come immediately, crying out in pleasure before he puts the damnable contraption back on you.
"A good bitch only comes after Master has finished," he states in a chuckle. You find yourself shackled in place once more before he disappears for the rest of the evening. At least you got a chance to rest your arms..
You get some time to yourself to think. You think about how nice it is to finally come when Rose releases the clamp. But that's not all you're thinking about. You're thinking about the heat that fills you up before he lets you release, the hot rod that pistons in and out of your abused ass...
You snap out of your thoughts when you hear a hiss.
"Hey. Hey! Can you hear me?" You hear somebody scramble behind you.
"Who's there?" You hiss back in a whisper.
"My name's Danner. I'm here to help you! Just hold still and be quiet, okay?" You nod, and turn to look. You see a young man, about your age, with toddled brown hair, and the ears and tail of a black dog. Or are those wolf ears?
"Great," you mutter to yourself. "Bout time somebody sent Lassie..."
"Shut up, or I'll leave you here," the boy says, sniffing around for a few minutes before he cheers. "Yes! I found the keys. Just hang tight!"
He comes forward, and you see he's got a nice, masculine face, baby blue eyes, and rich, tan skin. He's really pretty. Tall and muscular, too. You wonder what such a handsome young man is doing saving you.
He frees you from your chains, and wraps his jacket around you. You practically collapse into him, so he sweeps you up into his arms.
"Let's get out of here," he murmurs.