A Horse and His Boys Part VII
Sacha and Kyle stared at each other through tear-blurred eyes, whimpering as they were bounced around on the powerful back of the giant Minotaur. The huge bullmen walked through patches of woods and rolling green hills, the sun falling steadily lower and lower towards the horizon.
After they had been walking for hours, the mahogany-furred minotaur held up his thick-knuckled fist. The strange party came to a halt a few hundred yards away from what appeared to be the outer edges of a swamp.
"We stop here for tonight. We wont risk crossing the Swamp of Whispers under the light of the moon. Set the boys down."
The jet-black furred minotaur grunted, tossing the boys onto the ground in a very ungentle fashion, glad to be rid of the burden, and immediately stretched, flexing the bulging musculature of his upper body. The boys landed on the soft earth, not harmed, but exhausted, dizzy, and soar from being carried all day.
The mahogany minotaur walked over to a nearby tree, and gripped a thick, lower branch in his powerful hands. With a grunt, he ripped the limb from the trunk like one would pluck a flower from the earth. He then proceeded to break it over his knee into several smaller logs, and arranged them in a tent formation, using the thinner branches at the end as oversized kindling.
While Kyle had never been camping, Sacha had, and watched the massive minotaur working, confused by how deliberate and wrong his actions were. There was no way he would be able to light a fire with that arrangement, the wood was obviously still green, and the "kindling" pieces were as thick as his fingers.
Then the bullman reached onto a black pouch strapped to his belt, and carefully took a single pinch between his thick thumb and forefinger. Muttering a single word under his breath, he spread the pinch over the wood, the black sooty powder cascading slowly downward.
As it touched the wood, it changed color, the green turning paler and paler, until the wood looked as though it had been dead and dried for years.
Despite all of the impossible things they had seen thus far on their strange journey, the two boys looked at each other, exchanging silent sentiments of fear and awe.
Reaching into another, red leather pouch, the bullman took another pinch, and whipped it at the wood, which sparked loudly, and instantly burst into a warm, crackling fire.
"Keep the fire going, I'll be back soon with dinner," said the mahogany minotaur, removing his belt, now clothed only in leather bracers and the straps for his enormous axe. Taking one last glance at the human boys, who had crawled closer together for comfort, still bound and gagged, he headed off towards the sound of running water.
The jet-black minotaur flexed and stretched, every muscle bulging then relaxing in turn on the colossal body. He watched his fellow minotaur leave, then turned his heavy, horned head slowly towards the boys, who cringed in fear.
"At least you two will provide a place to keep my cum warm... Come here," he ordered, his voice low, but deep and powerful.
He watched with a satisfied grin as they fearfully struggled to obey, crawling awkwardly with their bindings towards his hooves.
Reaching down, he roughly loosened their gags, and untied their bindings. Before they could fully rise to their feet, he shoved them down to their knees. "Don't even think of running, little humans. I can run faster than both of you combined with those scrawny, week little legs. And if either of you try anything, you can rest assured I'll rape the other to death as you watch." He towered over them, watching in satisfaction as their eyes reflected the fear he had intended to instill within them.
"Now, carrying you two has made my muscles tense. You will massage me. It will make fine practice for where you're going."
Sacha and Kyle looked at each other, wishing they could simply speak to each other, but not daring to do so in the presence of the bull man.
The jet-black furred minotaur grunted, and laid belly-down on the grass, the sun making his fur hot to the touch, glistening off the back muscles, and bulging ass. The two boys, sniffling helplessly, began to work their gentle fingers on the bull's body.
Snorting dangerously, he growled, "Harder, you fragile little sluts."
They forced their fingers harder into the bulls velvety body, working on his shoulders and back. He did not complain further, so they continued to kneed his muscles. In order to put the amount of pressure he demanded from them, they were forced to lean over his body, their balls and cocks brushing at the hot fur. Despite their loathing of the brute, they could not force their cocks to soften.
"Lower," demanded the deep voice, the sound vibrating up their arms as it emanated from his chest.
Their eyes were drawn to the full, rolling sack as he spread his legs, the bull's cock still soft, but leaking a few drops of precum onto the grass. They massaged lower down the bull's back, tearing their gaze away from his balls, forcing themselves to resist for the sake of their hate.
Kyle could finally take no more, and his voice cracked as he spoke, "Why? Why did you hurt our friend like that? Why did you take us, what did we do wrong?"
To their surprise, he didn't shout, or beat them to death. Instead, he chuckled. The sound was more frightening than his most menacing growl.
"I raped your friend because he was there, and it is my right. He had such a fine little horse-boy ass, too. We are taking you to Golden Garden, to the palace, where you'll most likely be trained for the Prince's harem. You'll like that. You'll hate it at first, as you feel yourself losing whatever pathetic sense of free will you cling to in those scrawny little bodies... but in the end, all humans give in. You'll spend the rest of your lives in sexual servitude, and you will love every second of it, once you're broken."
They started at each other in horror, only understanding half of what he was saying, but the cruelty in his voice was enough to paint a terrifying picture.
"Lower," growled the deep, vibrating voice.
Wincing, they massaged lower, keeping their hands over his ass, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, though knowing it was only a matter of time before he forced them.
A deep, menacing growl told them in no uncertain terms that he would not put up with their stall tactics.
Lips trembling, they worked their cramping fingers over the hot, bubble ass of the minotaur. Their bodies began sweating in the afternoon sunlight, making them glow like gold-fleshed angels.
Sacha glanced down at the skinning knife strapped to the minotaur's leg. It would be an easy thing to slip the knife free, but he had no doubt the brute would feel it. A vision of Kyle being raped to death before his eyes made him turn away, resisting the temptation. However, as he turned his gaze away, he saw Kyle's eyes straying to the small dagger. Their eyes met, Sacha shaking his head, Kyle pleading silently.
"One of you stroke that sack you're drooling at... Don't deny your arousal, I can smell your precum, and feel your little hard cocks against my sides."
Sacha moved his hands towards the melon-sized sack, squeezing gently with shaking fingers, hefting the weight of each ball. Kyle, his heart pounding in his head, spread his legs over the small of the minotaur's back, spreading the ass of the beast as he groped with both hands.
"HRrrrrr, that's it boy, straddle your Master with those little legs...."
Sacha, shaking his head, silently begged Kyle to stop, but he simply slid further down, and dipped his cockhead over the hot sphincter of the minotaur. His precum lubed the entrance for a moment, before he slid himself inside, burying his human cock in the bullman until he was hilted. He lowered his body down, stroking his hands down the minotaur's legs, his fingers coming within an inch of the skinning knife, then stroked back up, pushing his upper body up at the same time. He repeated the motion, rocking his body as he arched himself up and down, stroking the minotaur's legs with each motion, his right hand coming closer and closer to the blade.
Shaking, Sacha had no choice but to assist his friend in the vain hope that he succeeded. He went to work in earnest, stroking the underside of the bullcock, wiggling his body between his legs, and wrapping his lips around the minotaur's cockhead, circling his tongue around wildly, lapping up the precum, praying that it would prove a valuable enough distraction.
The minotaur groaned, stamping one hoof into the earth, his bullcock hardening against Sacha's lips.
Sacha stroked down the long, ribbed shaft to wrap his fingers around the twitching balls, squeezing gently. He would bring the bull to his full one last time, if it worked...
Kyle was sweating, arching his body, his rythm increasing. He was growing close himself, but tried with all his might to hold in his cum... his timing must be perfect. Every thrusting arc of his body brought his hand closer to that blade strapped to the minotaur's ankle as he fucked him upside down.
Finally, Kyle could feel the bull tensing, squeezing at his boy cock in that hot hole, milking him. He could hold back no longer, and bucked, squirting load after load into the hot, wild hole of the minotaur.
The bullman tensed every muscle in his body, his balls flexing inward under Sacha's hands, and he knew the moment was right. He looked up, making eye contact with Kyle, who was reaching the end of his climax as the bull's was just beginning... and nodded, before wrapping his lips around the minotaur's cockhead, and sucking hard.
Kyle moaned, barely having to act, and lowered himself flat over Sacha, his hands stroking all the way down the minotaur's black-furred leg.... and just as the first long spurt of hot, bestial cum burst forth into Sacha's mouth, Kyle grabbed the knife, and pulled it free.
The minotaur, despite his intense orgasm, felt it, and with an awkward jerk of his upper body, managed to fling Kyle off his back and out of his ass completely, sending him sprawling onto the earth five feet away. The knife was airborne, and Sacha, still nestled between the bull's legs, plucked it deftly out of the air.
It was as though he moved in slow motion, as if minutes passed as he reached to catch the flying knife, gripped it firmly, then slashed at the bulging tendon just above the minotaur's hoof. Ropes of cum coated his face and body even as he brought the blade down with all his strength, though in truth it lasted all of a second.
The blade made contact, but at that moment, the minotaur's other leg swept in, catching him full in the back, and interrupting his arm's momentum. Sacha rolled over the targeted leg, the knife landing inches from his face.
He stared at them for the briefest of moments, his head swirling in a dizzying mixture of fear and adrenaline.
The knife was coated in blood, as was the ankle.
The roar unleashed by that minotaur was by far the most horrifying sound either boy had ever heard. It was deep, rumbling, and vibrated the earth and their bones as they lay on the ground in petrified anticipation of their doom.
The minotaur rose to his feet, whirling around, his stomach clenching in orgasm still, ropes of cum squirting from the bull's massive cock. He towered over them, the embodiment of bestial rage and muscle and power.
He looked for a moment as though he opened his mouth to speak, but instead it appeared as though fury had overwhelmed his ability to form words, and all that came out was another, more terrifying roar.
The mahogany-furred minotaur stopped, holding a large fish on the end of a spear (which he had apparently made from a living tree and a few deft axe strokes) and watching the two boys cringe before the roaring minotaur. He paused for a moment, before throwing the fish down onto the soft green grass, and moved forward.
"Calm yourself, Grimok, what has happened?" he asked, his voice steady, deep, and calming.
The black minotaur whirled his heavy, horned head towards him. "These little boy-whores tried to kill me with my own blade!"
Without waiting for an answer or consent, Grimok began to charge towards Kyle.
However, after the first step, there was a sound as of a snapping tree branch, and Grimok skidded to the ground, howling in agony. Blood flowed freely from the wound on his ankle, yet he clutched at his upper calf.
Through his agony and howls of pain, his eyes locked on Kyle, who was too terrified to move. A maniacal glint in his eyes, Grimok dragged himself closer to the shaking boy, reaching out to him with his thick-knuckled fingers, intent on ripping the boy in two with his bare hands.
Just as his fingers were an inch from Kyle, there was a massive thud, like a boulder smashing into the earth from a great height.
The mahogany minotaur had thrown himself, head-first, into Grimok, the two giants rolling across the earth, tearing up chunks of grass with their horns. They pounded each other in an awesome display of brutal, wild violence, using their heads to bash or horns to maul, thick fists pounding away, powered by heavy, bulging biceps, every blow carrying the weight of the minotaur with it.
The fight was long, and beyond savage, but at long last, the black-furred minotaur's blows became weak, his strength ebbing away with the blood flowing from his ankle. The other reached down, gripped his horns, one in each hand, and with a sickening crack, he broke one off, and thrust its dull tip into his neck.
Grimok reached feebly to hold his wound, but choked and spluttered, his body twitching in its death throws.
The mahogany-furred minotaur slowly staggered back, up to his feet, covered in blood, sweat, and even the cum of the dying minotaur. He watched in silence as the other perished slowly, and turned away only when he at last stopped twitching.
The two boys had risen to their feet during the savage fighting of the giants, and had run away a fair distance. They turned back to see the mahogany minotaur watching them. He made no move to pursue them.
Sacha slowed first. "Wait..." he called to Kyle.
Kyle stared around at him, shaking his head. "Oh no... we run, we run away, back to Corin, and then back home."
Sacha did not turn away from the minotaur as it stood watching them. "He saved us."
Kyle called back, exasperated, "That's because they want us alive... you heard that Grimok bull..."
"He also healed Corin."
"What?"
"I saw it, when Grimok made us clean him.. Corin was bleeding, and that minotaur did something... some kind of magic... and the blood went away... he looked... better, I think."
Kyle's voice was pleading now, no longer defiant. "But.. what if he just brings us to that palace... My skin crawls just thinking about it, the way he spoke of it..."
Sacha turned back towards Kyle. "He healed Corin, and he saved us. And for some reason... I don't feel afraid when I look at him."
Kyle moaned. "Why do you have to be so... noble..."
Sacha blushed, kissed Kyle, and took his hand in his. "Trust me."
-To be continued...
**So this was one of the most lacking in sexual content, for which I apologize. Also I realize rape isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it was essential to the story and where it's going. The next chapter we'll get to have some good, pure, unadulterated cum-feasts with the boys and the warm-furred minotaur, don't worry:)
Thanks for all the e-mails, it's a real motivator to keep the story going:)