Your new perverse and thoroughly corrupt nature is more than interested in experiencing what were they called? Magical Bondage Arts; that was what the green haired boy had called them; so you kneel there eager and smiling with your monstrous shaft throbbing and swollen still dribbling copious amounts of cum; it doesn't stop now; and at all times you are experiencing at least a low level of orgasmic pleasure. The young man finishes his gestures and you find chains leaping to your limbs once more. You snarl and smirk, "you got a real thing for chaining me up don't you?" You snarl in your new demonic growling tones; more of an animal now than ever before. Your dick throbs and twitches as you think of just how much of a beast you've truly become. The chains drag you through the air; animated and strong; like tentacles they lift you up in the air; wrapping around your body and pulling you to your bed.
Your bed is transforming now into a golden dais; and the chains pull you to the round platform securing you tightly to it. Your arms and legs spread apart; and a golden shimmer spreading over your body. The pleasure is intensifying and as the young man crawls up with another large metal bowl; much like the one he had used to catch your jizz earlier; you began pumping out bigger and bigger loads of spunk and creamy goodness. You can lean your head up and see clearly the young man holding the bowl of your swollen flared head. You twist and turn in your chains; wanting nothing more than to press your equine cock into his moist little mouth. "Come on boy! Give it the pleasure it craves! Kiss me; Kiss my swollen cock; it NEEDS you!" You howl; growling; you can see the blush reaching his cheeks; you now you're getting to him as you thrust your pelvis forward.
The bowl full of your juices now; all of it glowing with golden light; he takes it to the dresser with the other basin and the crystal that you had released from your body. As he returns you are moaning and growling; still thrusting your pelvis sharp and hard into the air. He takes your shaft into his hands; only exciting your thrusts as you coo and moan. You want so desperately to fuck him; he's removing his hands again and you whimper and snap at the air.
You can see that he's making more gestures and you hump your horse cock towards him; Your dick had been so erect that you couldn't get an angle before; but perhaps with a few of your thrusts you got better with your aim; or perhaps you had softened just enough to let your cock lean; it was about three feet long after all; or maybe he was just closer then he was before; you manage to catch him in his chest and as he finishes his gestures he leans in so now you hump that fat flared cock head against his chest and you feel the pleasure rise; your cock still dribbling cum; and you wonder perhaps for the first time; how he has been covered in thick cream again and again and not be more sticky; if anything it seems he's as clean as when he began although you are certain he should be covered in a layer of drying spooge by now.