Chapter 1

Minotaur awoke with a jolt. “Ugh, What happened?” The last thing he remembered was preparing to go to sleep after a long day of training, and then… nothing.

 Looking around, he saw that he was in a big empty warehouse. He himself was tied down on all fours, his stomach resting on a padded table while his hands and feet were secured by metal shackles welded to the floor.

“Fuck… some coward must have poisoned me and brought me here.”

 Minotaur couldn’t see anyone, but his field of view was rather limited, with him not being able to see behind himself due to his position. 

“Hey! Whoever fucking put me here, how about we cut a deal? Release me now, and I’ll only beat you half to death when I get out of here!”

 His voice bounced off the walls of the warehouse, but no answer came. Immediately, Minotaur started pulling up his arms, trying to tear the cuffs out of the ground. 

“No answer, huh?” He shouted, every muscle in his gargantuan body bulging. “Wouldn’t expect anything else from a pussy like you. Kidnapping me instead of challenging me to a fight? Only weaklings do that. In fact, I had a little assassin wannabee try to take me down a while ago, and you know what I did to him? I made him my bitch! The moment I’m out of here, you’re going to wish you took me up on that deal!”

“And yet, it doesn’t seem like you’re moving from there,” said a cold, but familiar voice from behind Minotaur.

“Ah, how have you been, Ambrose? You’ve come back for more? Just couldn’t get enough of my cock, could you, huh?” Minotaur laughed, realizing the identity of his kidnapper. “The moment I’m free, I’m going to make last time look like fucking Christmas!”

Despite his words, Minotaur had not been able to pull the shackles even an inch out of the ground. However, he had become covered in a layer of sweat due to his struggling.

Just a little more, and my musk will start affecting that slut.

But Ambrose had not come unprepared.

*Splash!*

Minotaur let out a startled yell as a bucket of freezing water was poured on his back. “What the fuck?!”

“I apologize, but I won’t have your pheromones affecting this meeting,” Ambrose said cooly.

The purple-cloaked man stepped in front of Minotaur. 

“Now let’s get down to business. Last time we met, you defeated and humiliated me. And this is something I won’t stand for.” 

“Oh shut up, it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it.” Minotaur yawned. “So what are you going to do? Beat me up? Warn me never to mess with you again? Cus we both know that once I’m out, you’ll go right back to where you belong, beneath m-!”

Ambrose suddenly grabbed Minotaur’s face, forcing him to shut up.

He’s touching my face directly… my mask is gone! Wait, not just my mask…

Due to him usually being scantily clad, Minotaur had failed to recognize that he was completely naked until that very moment. His mask, his loincloth, and all other little bits of clothing had been removed from his body, leaving him completely nude, his dick swaying in the air.

Ambrose gazed at him from above.

“What a handsome face… too bad the one who possesses it is completely rotten.”

The assassin took a few steps back.

“Well Minotaur, I spent quite a long time thinking about that. About how to make you truly suffer. But the answer was simple: you believe yourself to be above everyone, so I just had to make you see that I was better than you.”

And with that, Ambrose disappeared from view once again. But after a few seconds, Minotaur suddenly felt a finger brushing against his hole.

“Oh I see how it is. I fuck you, get you all drunk on cock, and now you want to do the same to me. Well hate to break it to you fag, but that only works on sissies like you!”

“We’ll see,” Ambrose answered, coating his finger in lube. 

Minotaur felt the finger return, rubbing against his hole, before trying to push in. But he was ready. He clenched his ass as hard as he could, hard enough to break a finger if it was already inserted, and refused to let Ambrose enter.

“Tchh,” grunted Ambrose. “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? Okay then.” 

“What does that me- aggh!” Minotaur shouted. His nipples had suddenly been pulled forward! He tensed his entire body in surprise and relaxed after a moment. But that was just the opportunity Ambrose needed to shove his entire index up Minotaur’s untouched hole.

“What the fuck! Get it out- ugh!” Minotaur screamed again as his tits were pulled in tandem with Ambrose’s thrusts. Looking down between his arms, he saw that his nipples were being pulled by an invisible force led by…

“My nipple rings?” Minotaur muttered in confusion before realizing what was happening.

“So kind of you to decorate your pecs with metal,” Ambrose said smugly. “Now, where was I?”

Ambrose inserted his entire finger up Minotaur’s hole, enjoying how it was twitching while its owner screamed bloody murder. He twisted and curled it, loosening it up despite Minotaur’s attempts to force him out. 

“What’s the matter, oh leader of brass? Aren’t you supposed to be the strongest man in Rustmore? Don’t tell me you can’t take a bit of fingering.” Ambrose chuckled, and then forced another finger into the hole.

Minotaur bellowed in rage, not even saying words anymore, just snorts and shouts that promised vengeance, repeated over and over while Ambrose shoved his fingers deeper and deeper, until suddenly they were replaced with a yelp.

“Found it.” Ambrose said darkly. He then began attacking Minotaurs’ prostate with fury, hitting it again and again while his opponents’ screams were replaced with grunts and moans. Then, from his pocket, he retrieved a small, smooth, and round piece of steel, removing his fingers and shoving into Minotaur’s ass instead.

“Huh?” Minotaur exclaimed, befuddled.

Using his powers, Ambrose guided the ball deeper into the depths of Minotaur’s hole. And once it touched his prostate, as indicated by the shudder passing through the stud’s big body, Ambrose began making it vibrate, before rolling it back a bit and slamming it back down, as it shook within Minotaur’s sensitive walls.

The noises Minotaur made were priceless. 

“UGH! AH! FUCK… SHIT! HRMPH-HAH!”

He moaned and twitched and sweated, but through it all, he kept his mind.

“Huh… huh… is that all?! Just gonna fuck me with your toys!? Seems you know that fucking me yourself would be useless, I probably wouldn’t even feel your cocklet!” Minotaur snarled, only to be met with another splash of ice-cold water, cleaning him from any sweat he might have produced.

“Well, you’re right about one thing.” Answered Ambrose. “I’m not going to fuck you. At least, not yet. You see, while you did harm me, I wasn’t the only one. You hurt many of my operatives as well.”

From behind him, Minotaur suddenly heard the shuffling of countless people, people who had been standing there the entire time, silently watching his humiliation.

“Feel the wrath of String, Minotaur.”

Chapter 2

A pair of hands, belonging to a slim, red-headed man, found their way onto Minotaur’s ass.

“This is Peter,” said Ambrose, crossing his arms. “A while ago, you broke his leg and put him in a coma for a month.”

Despite having stepped forward first, Peter did not look entirely comfortable with the situation. 

“Boss, don’t get me wrong, Minotaur deserves to be punished, but doesn’t this seem a bit like overkill? Besides, I don’t really want to fuck a guy.”

“Do as you’re told, Peter.” Ambrose replied coldly.

“Try it bitch. I dare you! I can already tell just from your voice that you’re some stupid pussy . If I broke your leg, it’s because weaklings like you deserve it!” Minotaur yelled with rage.

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Well, thanks for strengthening my resolve, asshole.”

He reached into his pants and began jerking himself off. “God, it’s going to be hard trying to stay erect while fucking a man.”

“And yet here you are anyways, doing it just because your slut of a boss told you to! Coward.”

Peter continued furiously beating off, before pulling out his decently sized cock and beginning to insert it. Despite Ambrose’s earlier prepping, Minotaur’s hole was still tight, and Peter struggled fitting it. He began to make shallow thrusts, hoping to loosen it up more. But Minotaur was having none of it.

“Is that all, bitch? What, is your dick two inches long? Would be fitting for a pussy like y- ungh!”

Without a word, Ambrose had pulled out a ball gag and shoved it into Minotaur’s mouth, preventing him from saying anything else. Then, he faced Peter.

“What are you waiting for? Letting him get used to your size? This man has brutally harmed many of your comrades. He doesn’t deserve such pleasantries.”

Peter gritted his teeth and nodded, and began jackhammering into Minotaur’s ass, not caring about the tightness he had to force his way through, about Minotaur or his muffled screams and his attempts to break his shackles. Pretty soon, he was completely inside, head pressed against the vibrating bullet still lodged against Minotaur’s prostate.

“Ugh… huh… damn, this feels better than I thought! Can almost pretend it’s a woman!”

“Well, his tits are big are big enough for him to be one,” Ambrose smirked, giving the nipple piercings another tug with his powers, eliciting a yelp from Minotaur.

“Right you are, boss!” Peter laughed, and then grunted. “Ugh, boss, could you lighten up on the vibrations? I’m going to cum soon!”

“There are people waiting for their turn, Peter. Finish up.” 

And with that, Ambrose increased the vibrating of the ball. Every time Peter’s cock made it all the way inside, it would rub against it, eliciting moans from him. Minotaur, on the other hand, didn’t get the relief of pulling out. The bullet was constantly rubbing against his already sensitive prostate, releasing a never-ending stream of unintelligible sounds from his blocked mouth. Along with something else…

“I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” Peter shouted, releasing his seed into the till-then-virgin ass

“Shit… fuck… huh? What’s this?”

Peter began to laugh. “Well, looks like dear ol’ Minotaur was enjoying this more than he let on!”

Between his thick thighs, Minotaur’s gigantic cock was twitching, completely hard.

Laughter rang out through the warehouse, as Minotaur seethed with hatred.

Fuck! Shit! Why am I hard!? The second I’m free, I’m killing every last one of these fuckers!

Now that Peter was done, a tall brown-haired man approached Minotaur’s back.

“Sup, bull. Name’s Jacques. You killed my partner, and now I’m gonna make you regret it.”

Unlike Peter, who had taken time inserting himself, Jacques shoved himself in with one thrust, forcing a scream out of Minotaur’s gagged lips. He immediately began fucking him at full speed. Then, he began raising his right hand.

“You know who my partner was? Her name was Johanna.”

With that, Jacques smacked Minotaur’s fat ass, eliciting a jiggle and a shout from the muscular man.

“She had dreams, and ambitions. She was the best person I had ever known.”

Another smack. Another scream.

“And you snapped her neck like she was nothing!”

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack* 

Jacques continued to insult and spank Minotaur while he fucked him ruthlessly. Minotaur, for his part, screamed in agony as his cheeks were brutally beaten until they were red as tomatoes. Finally, Jacques started to approach his climax.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU, MINOTAUR! I HATE YOU!” he screamed, seeding the reddened ass before pulling out and watching his cum slide down Minotaur’s twitching legs and cock.

I’m going to kill them! Every last one of them! I’m gonna make them wish they were never bo- aagh!

Another bucket of water was emptied onto Minotaur’s back.

AGAIN?! Well, at least it made me soften up a little… How could I get hard from this?

As the next guy mounted Minotaur’s beaten cheeks, A blond man by the name of Stephen approached Ambrose.

“Boss, may I ask you a favor? Could you open Minotaur’s mouth for me?” Asked Stephen.

“If you want a blowjob, I’d warn against it. He seems like the type to bite.” Ambrose replied.

“A blowjob isn’t what I had in mind. Could you keep his jaw from closing?”

“Hmm. Well I do have a ring gag that I haven’t used, but once I remove the ball gag it’ll be up to you to make him open his mouth again.”

“Don’t worry,” Stephen replied, a cruel smile stretching over his face. “I have a plan.”

“Suit yourself.” Said Ambrose, and removed the gag.

Minotaur immediately shut his mouth. He didn’t know what the blond was planning, but he knew it couldn’t be anything good.

“What’s the matter, Minotaur? Got nothing to say?” Stephen gouded, but the well-muscled man said nothing, instead preferring to seeth silently.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? Well, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

With that, Stephen disappeared from view. Minotaur waited for a few seconds, dreading whatever the sadistic man was planning. But suddenly, he felt it. Next to the dick already plugging up his insides, another one was starting to press in.

“Wait- no! NO! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

Minotaur screamed in a combination of pain and rage as another cock forced itself into his tight hole. Ambrose, seeing the opportunity, shoved the new gag into his open, crying mouth.

“Phew,” sighed Stephen, giving a few pumps. “Hey Duncan! Take my place here, would you? I don’t want this hole to be lonely!”

The second cock was removed, only to be quickly replaced by a different one. And Minotaur could only cry as his entrance, which until an hour ago had been completely untouched, was forced to accommodate two girthy shafts.

Stephen chuckled, making his way back to Minotaur’s front. “Your hole barely resisted me. Strongest man in Rustmore? Please, it seems to me like this is what you really wanted this entire time!”

Minotaur sobbed as he felt the two men inside of him ejaculate, leaving even more baby batter to leak down his legs, while two more men replaced them.

“Now, where was I…” Stephen muttered. “Oh! I remember!” And with that, he pulled out his erect member.

“Sorry if I miss, awfully difficult to aim when you’re hard. Been saving up for hours.”

With a jolt, Minotaur realized what Stephen was about to do.

Stephen pissed. He pissed directly onto Minotaur’s handsome face. Most of it went into his open mouth, filling it with sour, acidic taste, but some of it also splashed onto his nose and eyes, staining him as it trickled down to his chin.

Minotaur could only groan in horror. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. HE is the alpha. HE is the master. HE should be the one doing the fucking, causing the pain, making others submit to him. Instead, here he was, a cumdump for String bitches.

“Oh my fucking god Stephen, that’s disgusting!” One voice said, laughing.

“Hey, I wouldn’t be surprised if Minotaur would do that to someone. Least we could do is return the favor.” A second voice answered.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve had to pee for a while.” Said a third.

A group of men surrounded Minotaur. Some were hard, some were soft, but all of them were going to do the same thing. Minotaur shuddered as he was soaked in golden streams, piss staining his wide back, trickling down his humongous arms, and covering his bare face before dripping into his mouth. In all his days, he had never felt lower, weaker, more pathetic. But despite it all, despite his horrible situation, his dick was as hard as steel. Now, he was ready for the boss.