You barely have feeling in your body, you know you have to go but it's all too much. Seeing Mark and Rodger turn into such studs really gets you going. Your hands already on your cock, it would just take a few strokes to get off and join them. You can feel the need for release rising, the lust overtaking you.
"Well, 'stranger'. You joining us?"
You look up to Rodger, the now minotaur with arms crossed and dick at full length. Pressing against his chiselled abs as the beast walks forward.
"He 'did' agree to travel with us."
Adds Mark, hunching forward to match the height of his minotaur companion. His voice more guttural and brutish, idle growls let out as your eyes are drawn to his lower region. To his sheath and cock, emerging, but not at full mast.
With whatever control remains in your body, you turn around and try to run. Barely getting a step before your own conflicted self causes you to trip over. Falling flat on the ground and hitting your head on hard dirt, blacking out the world as you drift into a state of unconsciousness...
...You don't know how long passes before you wake. But when you find reality reaching you, with it comes a sense of restriction. You can't move an inch, plus you're feeling a wave of sensations. Your body pressed against something sturdy, and soft. Your nose smelling the scents of sex and sweat. Your cock set off due to this state, finding itself resting against something equally as hard.
As you wake up more, the situation you find yourself in presents itself further. Face pressed against hard abs. Back resting against a similar, but more furred and larger surface. You're sandwiched between Rodger and Mark, and the two of them are starting to move. You not getting any better of a view than the rock hard muscles of Rodger, but still hearing the two men speak.
"He's awake."
It's Mark's voice, with Rodger replying
"Good Morning, 'Stranger'. Like the view?"
You can't even get a sound out, pressed too tightly to open your mouth, and knowing that doing so would just give you the taste of bull sweat. A muffled groan all you can muster, as Rodger rubs his cock against yours.
"Me and Mark were thinking. We were a good group before, so lets stick together, yeah?"
You feel something larger start to press into you from behind. Thick, wet, and growing. Shoving itself into your rear, planting inside and then starting to grow.
"Mmm, yeah. Looking forward to using this knot."
It grows further, sealing itself inside as you are locked by the canine's cock. Now truly stuck between the two beasts, not that you're minding it anymore. Marks taking his time playing with your rear, Rodgers giving you a good view of his burly abs, and your cocks getting to press against another mans own member. Spurts of cum already shooting out of your dick from the contact alone, and once more refilling with new spunk. Coating you and Rodger in white fluids as he too joins, covering the two of you with a fresh bulls load, then continuing to give you a good feel for his body.
Mark meanwhile starts to press hard against your rear. His arms reaching over to Rodger, holding him tightly and thus keeping you pressed between the two of them. His lower half rocking up and down, toying with your ass, but never leaving it. Unable to exit you due to the knot that binds you together.
Then there's that other sensation. After your first orgasm you start to feel strange. New strength, new instincts, new desires. Knowing that this curse of lust is working its way through you, and escalating as this pleasure continues. You'd only have a few more orgasms before you're just another beast with these two.