You sit on the floor, naked with your cock erect. It has been a long time since you have known the warmth of clothes, let alone the taste of regular drink or food. Yet you feel cold, slowly touching the metal spiked collar to your neck of beaten silver, a long and heavy length of chain flowing down from an iron ring which softly touches your body. You continue to ring your finger around the tight fitting collar, reminding yourself it is welded shut, a permanent shackle to your neck as it comes to its crowning jewel; a great padlock to its front, which is etched with the words 'Slave' upon it. When your master first put the collar to your neck, he mocked you with showing you the padlock, even licking it and worshipping it as he locked it to your collar.
Like bars of a cage, you sit between the minotaur's legs, your home for the last few years. You wondered how often you would pleasure your master's massive bull cock. Once a day? Twice? More like three to four. It became like a ritual, a religion of cock sucking and riding. Every morning you would wake up your master with a blowjob, every meal he had you had his cock in your mouth, as you sat between his legs on his fur and rock throne, you would lick and worship him and occasionally ride him, and at night he would thrust into you for which you would sometimes give him a nightly blowjob. Your mouth and ass were stretched, you were tired but never thirsty or hungry. You bathed in your master's cum, your lips and chin constantly dripped with the master's seed, and whenever you moved your head the light clink of chain reminded you that you were not going anywhere anytime soon.
You were a perfect slave.
A perfect pet.
Your master held the chain leash of your collar in his big furry hand, and you felt a slight tug on the spiked collar which would forever adorn your neck. The bull cock which flopped on your shoulder twitched and you moved, slowly stroking it and giving it a succulent kiss. The fleshy and salty taste sent shivers for you and your master as you got into a position to give him exactly what he wanted. You tried to pretend you didn't want it, but now? It's all you ever wanted.
"Suck, whore." He commanded, and you smiled and slowly moved your mouth over the flare of the cock. You were a master of this, the minotaur's cock slid into your throat as you slowly licked and choked upon it. The chain leash swayed as you grasped the two furry legs of your masters, the cloven hooves clopped as he got into a better position to allow you to suck deeper and deeper. The sound of chain clinking on the floor and body, your choking, and the minotaur's cold breathing was a very familiar sensation but a fine one. You felt at peace knowing this was your purpose in life, and a sense of pride as the padlock of your collar slapped heartily against the upper part of your chest.
The cock twitched in your mouth, pre slowly sunk its way into you as you prepared for your master's meal. It exploded with fury into you, forced to pull out as you cough and gulped down what you could. The minotaur, your master was huffing, his large hand at the back of your head and looking down, gripping your chain leash softly.
"Clean me my pet." He commanded, and you obeyed. You returned to his cock, breathing heavy as you lick and sucked at the left over cum, fresh glops poured down your chin, occasionally hitting the ground. You dared not waste such a meal. As his bull cock looked less and less glistened with cum, you knew that he would plow your ass in the evening, or better, you could ride him now. Yet he laid back on his throne, his grip never leaving the chain leash. You took your place, your head just below the huge orbs that was your roof, and the huge cock which was your armor hurled over your shoulder.
You could barely feel the tightness of your collar anymore, it felt almost natural. You would often need to remind yourself, circling the collar and chain with your finger, the only thing of interest to your beyond sucking your master's penis. The sense of finality, as if the spiked collar and chain were apart of your very soul, that your master would drag you by a leash beyond the mortal world was felt as the cum was digested in your stomach. You somewhat wondered. If your master tore the collar and chain away now, would you even want to leave?
The answer was simple, as you felt another tug on your chain. "Slow and steady, slave. I want my cock hard when I take your ass tonight." His smile was vile, and you were starting to like it.