"Hmmm…He seems to be taking to this much faster than I was told," thought the princely Minotaur as he turned into the short corridor that led from his young protégé's room to his own private chamber. The beast's abode was fit for a King; in fact many a King had visited him to pay lusty homage to this King of Beasts. The walls were lined with rich tapestries depicting some of the very kings and warriors that had either stumbled or come willingly into the Minotaur's maze. One fate met them all; of servicing the Minotaur's carnal needs as depicted in these tapestries. Each of the men showed expressions of great delight as they rode the Minotaur's massive cock or lay submissively as they were penetrated from behind as a beast. Some even depicted the men coming copious amounts of semen, smiles of sheer ecstasy on their faces as they had their asses ploughed by his mighty bull cock.
Looking around his chamber the man bull sighed as he looked over to the comfortable bed that took pride and place in the middle of the chamber. A feeling of longing filled the beast's chest as he remembered the times he had when he was still but a man like his young calf in the next room, learning to service the previous Bull Master of the maze. He had been hailed throughout the land for his fighting prowess. He was by far the greatest champion of King Aclesitos' warriors. He had been sent by his slighted King to bring the Master of the Maze's head. Even his then 6'6" well muscled; smooth body with his entire warrior prowess was no match for the master. He became the prisoner and thrall of the master. It took almost 3 years before the Master had decided what to do with him.
It had been many centuries since his lord and master had died and the pleasure his protégé was showing to his training brought back memories of when he learned his craft. Falling onto his plush bed it didn't take the man beast long to drift off to sleep, his heart heavy as he reminisced of the passion and love he and his master had shared.
Lifting his head rapidly at the sound of hooves coming up behind him the beast looked down in shock to find himself chained to what resembled a pommel horse. The great Minotaur couldn't believe his eyes; the image he saw was as he had been during his training centuries ago!
Looking over at a massive silver mirror he could see a burly fully bearded man with small horn buds and the start of a tail twitching involuntarily behind, his body covered in thick body hair. The man had been raised to despise body hair and anything more than a moustache on the face. The Minotaur had kept him for 3 years in the maze and in that time his body hair had increased at an unbelievable rate.
Three years of labour that had built even more muscle on his body, three years of eating what the master provided, a diet that had built his new muscle. Three years of practice with a dulled axe against other men in the master’s training pits. He was no longer the smooth glistening athletic ideal his people cherished. Something in the diet the men were fed had made them all hirsute. Now King Aclesitos’ champion, the pride of the warrior elite, had a thick mat of chest hair, a full beard that hung to his chest and curly black hair on his arms, back and legs. The Minotaur obviously despised the glabrous look for males.
The warrior hated his hairy body; the food, work and training with the axe had given him great muscle, but it also gave him a slight paunch and ever increasing hair. He vowed that one day, when the master’s guard was down, he would attack! He would overpower the beast and escape the maze. Then he would return to his king with the Minotaur’s head and remain clean-shaven for the rest of his life.
The warrior looked into the silver mirror and despised himself. He was so covered in hair he looked like a beast and what the Minotaur had been doing to him these last few days had changed him further.
The Minotaur had not, until this point, been unkind. He had taken him, albeit in chains, to the warm baths and had gently bathed him. He combed, oiled and braided his long hair and beard but he had refused to shave him, much to the warrior’s disgust.
Feeling a wave of revulsion course through him as he looked at the reflection of his debased human form, he tugged at the chains hoping that this time he could escape. It was no use, he knew from experience the chains would hold him fast despite his increased strength. The once proud champion of the king was now the sex slave of the beast. His ass was aching from the large butt plug lodged in his anus. From the device hung something resembling a bull's tail making it appear that the changing warrior had two tails; a small embryonic one, growing from the base of his spine and one coming from out his ass.
"Still full of fight my, feisty one!" said the Minotaur in a rumbling growl. He stood behind the champion and rubbed the man’s hairy ass with his strong hand. "It's no use trying to escape; even if you were to free yourself, you'd never find you way out of the maze. Give into it, give into your changes and give yourself to me. Your fate is already sealed you might as well enjoy what is to come. As you see your horns are beginning to grow in nicely, there is no turning back, once the change has begun it will progress even without your daily dose of my seed. However, my sperm increases the rate of your change and for that reason and my own pleasure I make love to you daily."
The Minotaur reached around and began scratching the horn buds growing on the man’s forehead. The captive warrior moaned in pleasure, at the itching being satisfied. His cock became hard at the pleasure.
Lifting the captive man up from the pommel so as to expose the changing, growing cock between his legs, the Minotaur inspected his slave. The warrior had involuntarily become rock hard, his new bovinized penis jutting from the now newly attached hairy sheath. The sheath was made from the transformed soft skin of his human shaft and his foreskin.
"Your body betrays you my lover. It knows your next lesson is ready to begin." The Minotaur said mirthfully in his deep rumble.
The bearded warrior roared in frustration and the Minotaur laughed merrily as the man was placed back down on the pommel horse. The man was ashamed that his body had betrayed him so; ashamed that he was no longer smooth, ashamed that he'd gained a pot belly! Though the Minotaur kept him in good physical condition with the long hours of labour and martial training, his appetite had increased, as had his love of wine and the Minotaur had fed those passions well. He was ashamed that he was becoming; an animal, no a monster, and even more ashamed that there was nothing he could do about it.
The mighty champion of King Aclesitos winced in pain as the beast behind him pulled the golden butt plug out his throbbing ass. Another shame to add to his frustrations, he was to be used by this vile beast for pleasure as he was being changed. It was at least a relief from the searing pain of being stretched by the five-inch wide plug to have it removed, but the man knew that would not last long.
The warrior saw the Minotaur smile in the silver mirror before extending his long bovine tongue. Lewdly he twined it along the slick, funky, twelve inch plug before taking the end into his large mouth for a moment, sucking on it and looking straight into the warrior’s eyes in the mirror as he did so. The man could see the bull’s cock grow and pulse.
"How sweet and musky you've become, my pet. You are beginning to smell and taste like the Bull Minotaur you are becoming.” The Minotaur bent his head licked the warrior’s rump. He straightened and looked into the man’s eyes through the mirror again. “Now to add to the sweetness of your hole." the beast purred with a wide grin, ass slime dripping from his lips to be caught by his skilled tongue, before shoving the plug back into its mouth.
Then it began, as the warrior knew it would. Taking the now clean butt plug from his mouth the beast lined his cock up to the champion’s still partially open hole. The warrior braced and clenched before the beast drove his throbbing eighteen inch cock into his tortured ass. The Minotaur slowly, leisurely pushed into his captive. Inch by inch he forced himself into the man until he was up to the hilt in the champion's ass; thus ending the brief time of relief from the plug. Never ending spasms of pain rushed through his belly as the head of the beasts cock entered deeply into his agonised hole.
The warrior realized as he felt the beast's hairy sheath against his ass that his new, growing tail had moved to one side to allow his master access to his inner self. This confused the man further; was he allowing this or was his changing body simply acting out of reflex?
"You are an honourable and noble man. You are one of the finest warriors I have ever met in combat. That is why I spared you when you were defeated. You treated me, in combat, as an honourable equal though I know you think of me as a rude beast. I could not give such a man to Hades by sending him to the underworld with my axe. No, you are far too precious and rare; I have longed for one of your like for ages." The Minotaur whispered into the warrior's ear.
"No! Gods no!" the man cried out, screaming in pain as the assault on his inmost sanctuary began in earnest. But he could only look down at the floor and sob like a child as the bull fucked his ass. The Bull Minotaur became rougher as the fucking progressed and the man felt as though he would split; yet he knew from the previous two days that he wouldn't. The bull had roughly taken his virginity two days ago and he lay awake that first night with a gut full of bull semen, chained down to his bed, aching inside with a newly inserted butt plug giving him no relief from the pain.
"Do as I say, my lover; give in to the pain. Give yourself to me and the pleasure will come," pleaded the Minotaur in a husky tone as he humped his captive.
Until now he had fought against this ordeal, this shameful thing. But now, as his body reeled in incredible pain, even his mind began to betray him; he began to feel the urge to follow his captor's words, to give into this, to stop resisting. The man, in a trance like state brought on by the intense pain, began to relax and listen to the Minotaur's words as he soothingly spoke; telling him to forget about his mortal life and to join him as his Bull Calf.
To his astonishment, the more he relaxed and the more he accepted what the Minotaur said the more the pain decreased. The warrior was limp, relaxed; a warm glow washed over him from his ass, as wave after wave of pleasure came with each thrust. He was bucking back to meet each pounding thrust before he realized what he was doing. He felt the Minotaur's enormous balls slap against his ass-cheeks.
It was then that the champion knew he had given in, he had lost and won at the same time. He’d lost his struggle to remain human and won the new strength and power of his ultimate form. He surrendered to the Minotaur as he had three years ago, in defeat. He had accepted his fate. He was to be a Minotaur, a beast; it was inevitable. He felt his gut stretching with the bull sperm as it was being filled with a constant torrent of thick white fluid. He knew tonight there would be more changes and that in the morning, he would welcome the presence of the beast and begin a new life as his willing slave. He knew this and sobbed with release and a little regret at giving up his humanity; but what choice did he have? He would belong to the Minotaur whether he fought it or not, he rationalized. The champion finally lay down all of his weapons and dropped all of his armour; the thought of being the most feared beast in the land now filled him with pride and anticipation. Would he not now be the ultimate warrior? Had not the Minotaur shown him tactics and techniques none of the martial masters had been able to teach?
"That's it!" grunted the Minotaur mid thrust. "All you had to do was give yourself over to it. You are mine now, my most treasured. You I value above all things."
"Yes master, you were right, I see that now." the champion said and was shocked to so willingly call the Minotaur master.
"You understand now, you know the pleasures this form can bring. You and I will have centuries to explore each other, to lie in pleasure," said the Minotaur as he drove his cock into the willing hole filling it with hot bull sperm. The man's anus seemed to be milking the rod for its creamy treasure, no longer resisting, no longer fighting against the mighty cock.
The Minotaur paused to lick his calf’s neck and scratch his budding horns, but the warrior said something that surprised the bull.
"Don't stop. Don't just lick and scratch. Fuck me!" the Calf demanded.
“You are feisty. I like that!" exclaimed the Minotaur.
He turned to face the mirror once more and smiled as he saw his new master break his tight ass in, his own cock seeming to grow with the thrusts, a constant stream of precum oozing from the piss-slit before he bellowed in a most bovine way, "Fuck me! Hard!"
"I am my lover," the Minotaur grunted and continued to thrust into the changing warrior. It filled the Calf with a joy he had never felt before. "If I fucked you any harder I would split you in two. I am very close to filling your gut once more with my bull seed, my sweet.”
With that the bull made three lasts thrusts, spilling out the last he thought could give that day and paused, dripping musky sweat all over his captive lover.
"Don't stop yet master! Please, I’ve just begun to love it. Please, pleasure me more." growled the man and turned to look back at his master.
"Fear not, my Calf." the bull said and scratched his lovers horn buds, "We will have a long time together to enjoy each other fully," said the Minotaur in an almost paternal way.
“But I want it! The rougher the better." The warrior pleaded, surprised at his change in attitude and increased drive.
"Give it time. Soon you will be able to take me all night and I will bed you until the dawn," promised the Minotaur grunting. "But tonight you will have to make do with what I have given you. I am spent my calf, filling you full of my seed, using those potions to do so drains me. Soon you will be as I am, though and we will lay in bliss making love to each other."
"I cannot wait master," he replied with a firm buck back on the Minotaur's cock taking it to the base.
"Perhaps a little more then." The Minotaur grunted and grabbing the man's shoulders the Minotaur pulled him back as the beast let out a guttural roar. The beast began thrusting, feverishly, harder and harder until finally his thick creamy cum pumped into his captive's gut. It was the very last the beast could spend, but he spent it gladly. Seeing his new lover’s abdomen distend from the weight of the semen and the great need he knew his lover was in, the bull grabbed his lover's rock hard cock and within a few strokes the man plastered his changing seed on the pommel in front of him. The Bull Calf roared in pleasure, bellowing out his orgasm, he too was spent.
Both beasts were breathing hard before they fell forward and now indeed, the champion was a beast; his face and ears were now more bovine than when the butt plug had been removed. They rested together on the pommel horse, the Minotaur's cock still deep inside the now well broken in ass.
"You don't need these anymore, I think." said the Minotaur tugging at the chains that still bound his captive's wrists.
"You can trust me master, I give you my word, I will not escape." he replied. "I no longer wish to escape, this is my home now and you are my master." The new Calf said.
"Wait but one moment," the Minotaur said as he slid his cock out of the man's ass and replaced the plug. The warrior’s ass muscles now almost suckling the plug as if wanting to strengthen themselves. He then unlocked the manacles that bound his captive. "You are no longer my captive, you are my Calf. I am still your master, but one day I will cease to be even that. I shall be your mate on that day."
"I shall repay your kindness master," the Calf answered.
Moving off the pommel horse he dropped to his knees in front of his master and wrapped his mouth around the Minotaur's cock, licking his own ass slime and funk mixed with the thick creamy cum of his master from the rigid member. It now resembling sweet golden honey, but tasting so much better. Taking the cock further into his mouth he could hear the Minotaur rumble a satisfied moan as the cock slid past the Calf’s tonsils and into his throat. The Minotaur didn't have anything left to give, but he gently fucked his calf's face anyway, revelling in the pleasure of the willing service. His head spinning with lust and the musk of his new master, the calf couldn't control himself any longer and with a few strokes of his cock he shot his second load at his master's feet.
The Master of the Maze looked down into his Calf’s eyes and said, "Look after your calf and treat him well, my love. Wake now and go to him." His master stroked his calf's bearded cheeks and rubbed his horn buds.
Suddenly the Minotaur jolted awake to find that he was again lying in his plush bed. Centuries ago he had been that same human warrior that had changed into this virile, powerful form he now possessed. His strong hand was on his cock, stroking it. A pool of fresh semen was on the silken sheets and splattered on his chest and belly, drenching his curly dark hair. Sighing that it was but a dream; a memory of what once was, the Minotaur sat up.
The Minotaur arose from his bed. He walked over to a corner table and grabbed the leather bag he'd used earlier yesterday. He placed some ornate items into it. He walked out the room through the short section of maze and into his Calf's room quietly. Smiling at the sleeping calf, his horn buds just beginning to show, he carefully slid into the bed. He took a key out of the bag and quietly unlocked his Calf’s manacles and gently moved the sleeping man and spooned into him, wrapping his muscular furry arms around his love.
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The Minotaur bull had left the room. You who are soon to be a Minotaur lie there as the pulsing begins at your cock. Inside of your ass the butt plug pulses with the same rhythm, training your ass and gut muscles to pleasure the bull. The milker builds you up to the brink of orgasm, the tube snakes over your now hairy chest.
You wish your hands and feet were free so that you could play with your erect nipples and rub your crotch and as you think this, the tube begins to caress first one nipple and then the next. You think about the right nipple and it moves, coiling about like a snake, rubbing and squeezing your right nipple. You think about your left nipple and the coiling tube caresses your left nipple.
After a little experimenting you discover you have mental control over the tube. The milker brings you to orgasm and your body shudders in pleasure. You taste your changing sperm as it floods from the milker, up the tube and into the ball gag to which it is attached.
You fall into a doze; visions of the bull Minotaur fill your half-waking dreams. You think of his big meaty, hairy hands caressing your balls and his hot bovine tongue lapping at your nipples. You awaken when the pulsing in your ass and groin begin. You look down to see that your sheath has grown and from it emerges the gold encased cock already looking more like your bull lover’s cock. Your feet feel completely changed and it seems the absorption of your master’s sperm has put more muscle on you and you seem to be longer. You know as you sleep you are changing, growing bigger, taller and more bestial. In the dim flickering candlelight you look at your arms and the changes they’ve undergone, they are hairier and more muscled and your chest has ballooned with muscle. You have larger hairy plates for pectoral muscles, they ripple as you move.
You feel two itching protrusions on your forehead. When you think about scratching them, the tube that was caressing your balls and nipples moves up and starts rubbing your horns. The outside of the tube has taken on a rough texture like rope so that the rubbing is actually scratching for you.
The throbbing of the magical golden devices is building you up to another orgasm as your horn buds are scratched. Yet again you mind is filled with the need to rut like a bull and you think about the beast who his changing you. You fantasize about him pushing his huge cock into you and suddenly you feel the butt plug push in and pull a little out. You are beginning to understand how these devices work. You think about the ball gag in your mouth. You think about your master’s tongue and the gag changes shape, becoming like the bull’s tongue. You think about being fucked at both ends by his cock and the gag changes shape to match that of the master’s cock. It grows down your throat and you expect it to cut off your breathing, but it doesn’t. You realize that your mouth and air passages are separate now, like a bull’s, allowing you to breathe and pleasure your master. This is what he was waiting for, you reason. This is why he wouldn’t let you take his cock in your mouth for very long and why he wouldn’t fuck your throat.
The ball gag now more like a dildo is training your throat to accept your master while milker continues to work your growing cock and balls. You think about how asphyxiation heightens an orgasm and, using you thoughts, move the milker tube around your bullish neck so that it begins to restrict your airflow.
As you imagine your lover fucking you at both ends and simultaneously strangling you with those big strong hands, you come close to passing out but achieve a mind-blowing orgasm just before you do and the tube releases it’s hold on your neck. It is so intense that you see stars and shake so violently that you swear you’re going to tear your restraints loose. The tube from the milker feeds your own sperm to you down your throat. Gushing shot after shot, you realize you really want to taste your changing seed. The gag retracts so that the penis-head shaped end of it shoots a load of your own sperm onto your tongue. You roll your more bovine tongue around the head and taste your sperm. It seems to be thicker than the last orgasm and there’s a stronger flavor to it. You know this is because your balls and prostate are changing to that of a Minotaur. As you pulse out the last of your most recent load, the tube untangles itself. You realize that if you really passed out, the tube would relax and you would breathe normally. As it is the plug, milker and gag make the perfect autoerotic toys. They respond to your body and your thoughts becoming almost anything you need and growing to fit your changing form.
You once again fall into a half sleep and you dream of your body expanding, growing larger. You dream of your furry lover, holding you in his arms. He comes into your room in your dreams, getting into bed with you. He unlocks your shackles and spoons with you.
You awaken when the next pulsing begins; the tube has been caressing your groin. You awaken fully and realize that it is not the tube this time, it is your master, the great Minotaur. His meaty hands rub your balls and his hot breath tickles your thick neck as he nibbles. You weren’t dreaming completely, your master did come into the room and unlock your shackles.
“I see you have discovered the full potential of the toys. As you slept, I watched the tube writhed about your body, pleasuring you.” The Minotaur whispers in your ear. “They are beginning another feeding cycle, stimulating your changing organs to produce more bull milk. I will hold you and caress you while the devices pleasure you. Drinking in your intensifying scent, my love feeds my passion; you smell so sexy.”
As your devices build you to orgasm, your master rolls you on your back and licks your sweaty chest and armpits. He nuzzles your bearded face, which has grown longer and more bull like, with his own. You now have conscious control over your ear muscles and you realize this when you flick your lengthening ears. The bull Minotaur helps to bring you to orgasm and once again you feed yourself your own sperm, its heady musk taste is much stronger now and there’s much more of it. You feel as though you’ve drunk a mug full of your own sperm.
After coming, you start fall into a deep sleep again. You’re vaguely aware of your master curling his huge form around you, embracing you and whispering his love for you as you sink deeper into dream.