Chapter 3

Well, you seem completely out of it,” said Ambrose.

Minotaur could barely muster up the energy to grunt in response.

Ambrose smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. It’s time.”

As the purple-clad man stepped out of view, Minotaur braced himself for what was about to happen.

Stay strong. You are the alpha. You are the MINOTAUR. These assholes can fuck you all they want, they’ll never make you submit. And whatever you do, DO NOT CUM.

Ambrose shoved his fingers into Minotaur’s loosened entrance.

“My boys really did a number on you, didn’t they?” He chuckled, as Minotaur moaned from the sensation.

“Not sure if my cock will even be enough for your sloppy hole. Well, let’s see.”

Ambrose lowered his black leather pants, and unveiled his shaft. It was of average length and girth, but had been trained well to prepare for this moment.

Without another word, Ambrose pushed into Minotaur’s sticky chute. The well-built man, for his part, let out a loud moan as his prostate was hit straight on.

Don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum

Ambrose pumped in and out, never failing to hit the G-spot.

“Holy shit Minotaur, you probably have the best ass in Rustmore. Heck, you might even have the best in the continent!”

DON’T CUM DON’T CUM DON’T CUM

“From here, you look like less of a bull, and more of a dairy cow. And cows need to be milked, don’t they?”

And with that, the pieces of metal on Minotaur’s body activated.

The bullet in his ass, previously forgotten, awakened once more, vibrating cheerfully. And in the moments between Ambrose pulling out and slamming back in, it hit Minotaur’s swollen prostate as hard as it could, creating a never-ending pummeling on his sensitive gland.

The nipple rings, for their part, were pulled forward, then downwards, then upwards towards his handsome face. They spun and twisted, creating a combination of pain and pleasure the likes of which the muscular man had never experienced. And Minotaur could do nothing but scream.

DON’TCUMDON’TCUMDON’TCUM

But he couldn’t stop it. His balls pulled up, his red cock twitched furiously, and Ambrose? Ambrose reached down, and gave the gigantic shaft a few strokes. And that was all it took.

CUMMING! I’M CUMMING-  AAGH!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!?

Minotaur’s massive balls were twitching as they expelled his humongous load, but not a drop got out, because of a sudden, painful intrusion. a long steel sound had been forced into the large cock with one push.

Ambrose laughed for the first time in years. 

“God, the scream you made! This was the right decision. You ain’t cumming till I say so, cow. Now let’s get some things straight.” And with that ominous tone, Ambrose sped up his fucking. “This? This is what you deserve.”

The bullet vibrated violently. 

“You deserve to be used as a bitch by everyone.”

The nipple rings were pulled in all directions.

“Because this is where you belong-”

Another ragged scream tore itself out of Minotaur’s throat.

“BENEATH ME!”

And then Ambrose came. He unleashed his seed as deep as he possibly could in Minotaur’s chute, but it still wasn’t enough- jets of cum still sprayed out of the hole, covering Ambrose’s bare legs in white. And Minotaur, exhausted, out of breath, slumped down, only being held by the table beneath his abs. He didn’t even react when another bucket of freezing water was poured on his naked body, cleaning him of the piss and cum, but not the shame.

“Tired already?” asked Ambrose, as he took quick breaths. “Well, you better find some more energy soon, because Minotaur…”

As another pair of hands found their way to his ass, Minotaur felt something coiling in his heart. An emotion he had not felt in a long time.

“… You’re not stopping until you’ve serviced every man in String.”

For the first time since he was a child, Minotaur felt afraid.

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Many, many hours later…

Minotaur felt like a shadow of his former self. He had lost track of how many times he had orgasmed, of how many times he’d been splashed with ice-cold water, of how many times he’d been fucked and pissed on and laughed at. And as he felt the last man unloading in his sore, well-used ass, he breathed a sigh of release.

“Ah, you’re still alive. Good” said a voice that he was well acquainted with by now. 

“Well, here’s your reward for surviving.” 

Ambrose grabbed the man’s soft cock, and Minotaur flinched. Throughout the hours, he had been forced to cum many, many times, either by the cock in his ass or the hands and tongues on his dick, to the point where Minotaur physically couldn’t stay hard. But the sound was never removed. All the cum had been forced to stay in his balls, and his penis ached so badly that the slightest touch caused pain. 

Slowly, Ambrose began removing the sound. Inch after inch of metal was pulled out, causing Minotaur to moan in relief. When it was finally removed, what seemed like gallons of white seed poured out of his widened piss hole, all into a bucket that had been placed beneath Minotaur.

Fuck… thank you…

But then Minotaur noticed something. Ambrose had taken the bucket, and was now standing before him holding it.

Minotaur felt a sinking feeling in his gut.

No… please no!

A cruel smile decorated Ambrose’s lips as he tipped the bucket forward, spilling cum all over Minotaur’s bare face and forcing him to swallow the cum he himself had produced.

Then, and only then, did Ambrose remove the gag from Minotaur’s mouth.

Minotaur snapped his jaw shut immediately. But then, he started moving it, trying to get rid of the soreness. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he barely felt strong enough to finish a sentence. But after a few minutes, he finally talked

“I’ll… I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you all…”

Minotaur’s voice was raspy and low, barely audible, but he got the point across.

“Hmm, disappointing.”

“What?”

 “Well, You see, Minotaur, if you had apologized for your wrong doings, or even begged me to release you, I would have let you go. But since you’re still capable of saying such defiant words…”

Horror dawned on Minotaur.

“… I’ll keep you for a while longer.”

And so time passed. Every day, Minotaur was used and tortured by the people of String. He was fucked, he was edged, he was beaten and he was pissed on. They attached weights to his nipple rings and balls, they made them swing, they laughed as his roars became whimpers.

Days become weeks. A hose shoved into his gut, spraying cold water, filling him until he looked pregnant. And then he is slammed to the ground, face first, and the water escapes through his gaping hole. And Ambrose… Ambrose fucks him with a metal dildo, bigger and faster than any man, making him orgasm again and again and covering the ground in cum, only to be forced to lick his own seed off of the floor. He is nothing more than their cumdump. He is nothing more than their slut. He is nothing more than their cow.

And then it comes to an end.

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Minotaur awoke from unconsciousness slowly. With a jolt, he realized that he was in an alley, no String agents in sight. Was it over? Were they done with him? Was he free? It had felt so long…

Looking down at himself, Minotaur saw that he was almost completely naked, but wrapped around his dick was a metal cock cage. However, right next to him, was a tiny key, clearly meant for it.

Minotaur gritted his teeth. He reached down, and tried to break the chastity device. He didn’t want to use the key! He didn’t need it! He was Minotaur! HE WAS STRONG!

And yet, all he managed to do was to cause his dick to hurt. His muscles felt useless, only there for decoration and for other people to enjoy looking at. He was as weak as a child.

With a heavy heart, Minotaur reached for the key and unlocked himself. And then, he noticed several things.

His body had new decorations. Ladder piercings on the shaft of his dick and a ring in its head. Studs in his ears. The rings on his tits had been replaced by new, silver ones, made of the same metal as the rest of the piercings. On his tongue, a small silver ball.

And in front of him, scratched into the wall of the alley, was a message, a reply to words once written in the sand.

Who’s the bitch now, Brass?

If he could, Minotaur would scream. He would shout his words so loud that even the royals in the castle would hear him. 

Instead, he whispered.

“Fuck you, Ambrose.”

– End of FS02: Labyrinth String –