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He would find a group of sleeping travelers, sneak up on them, and once he’d taken stock of the goods that he wanted to keep, he’d bust the kneecaps of those that were most likely to cause a problem. If they were good, if they didn’t look that dangerous, or he thought that he’d be able to outrun them, he’d leave them intact, but most of the time, there was too much risk.\n\nBandits had to keep the consequences of mercy in mind if they wanted to pursue their chosen career for long.\n\nOf course, any bandit that preyed too heavily on normal people would soon get a bounty on their head, and Hesnim avoided that by making other monster-folk his target more often than not. In this civilized age, they were starting to come into the money, as well, and the little magic-lizards that the humans called kobolds soon got the nickname ‘meal ticket’ from him. Hesnim stole from no fewer than twenty traveling kobold bands, using his greater size to intimidate them and steal their goods, usually something magical that was worth its weight in gold, if not platinum.\n\nIt worked well for the bandit…until one fateful day.\n\nHe was in the process of rooting through the bags of two sleeping kobolds, taking his time since they were both well out of it, and had just found what felt like their shared coin purse. All bundled into one bag, surprisingly enough, which was certainly odd for travelers, but not unheard of. The minotaur pushed his fingers in deeper, seeing what he was dealing with.\n\nIt felt like a bunch of small change, mostly copper with a few slightly larger silver coins thrown into the mix. Not much of a haul, all things considered, but he’d take what he could get. Some of the other ‘bolds were starting to find bodyguards, and while he could probably deal with that - he was a minotaur, after all, and he carried a big hammer - he didn’t want to get more of a name than he already had.\n\nHe almost tossed the coin purse back to the ground when he found a particularly heavy coin at the bottom. Hesnim cocked his head to the side, squatting down by the kobolds’ fire pit as he upended the purse. Coppers fell all over the place, followed by a few silvers, and then -\n\nClink.\n\nA single gold coin fell into his hand. Visually, there was nothing that special about it, but the more that he looked at the face on the coin, the more that it felt off. There was something too pointed about it to be the standard human face that adorned all the other coins of the kingdom, and he could almost swear that the head on the coin had horns.\n\nBut that wasn’t the thing that drew him in. It felt like…like there was something about it, something shiny, something valuable. He held it up, letting the morning sun reflect off it, and the more that he stared, the less that he wanted to look away.\n\n[i]So…shiny,[/i] he thought, staring at the gold circle, his eyes glued on the head printed on one side. [i]So…shiny…[/i]\n\nThe sun gleamed off it into his eyes, and though it was bright, almost painfully so, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. It was as if he was staring into something that actually gave meaning to his life, something that told him what he needed to do.\n\nThis was valuable, he felt. This was…this was treasure. Far more than he could ever steal, far more than he could ever take away. This was…\n\n[i]Payment.[/i]\n\nThe word came as if from nowhere, but he latched onto it like a drowning man to a piece of wood. It saved him from drowning in the gold, drowning in the odd surge of happy feelings that the coin fed into his brain. This was payment, of course. He had been given this to do something, to…to accomplish some task.\n\nBut…what?\n\nSurely, it had to be something big. This coin, this valuable coin, deserved something amazing for the gift of it. He could never earn this fighting or slaying beasts. He couldn’t earn this through stealing things for someone else. This coin…it required…it required something else.\n\nHis brain tumbled over itself, and despite his Nimbleskull name, his thoughts were hardly equal to it. He just kept staring at the coin, the light reflecting off it burning through his mind, replacing every little independent thought with something else. He turned the coin, feeling the light shine across his face, almost like a search spell across his mind, until -\n\n[i]Service.[/i]\n\nYes, yes, of course! He was hired to serve the kobolds. That was it, that was why he had the coin. He was their servant…but…\n\nBut what kind of servant?\n\nHe tilted the coin again. The light going one way had given him an answer, so maybe if he tilted it the other way -\n\n[i]Whore.[/i]\n\nWhore?\n\nWhore.\n\nWhore!\n\nYes, yes, that was it! Hesnim was a whore, and the kobolds had hired him to take care of their needs. He’d come from the big city to meet them here, since they were too shy to come to the city and get him themselves. They’d hired him for some loving out in the country, though…this coin…\n\n[i]Too much for whoring…[/i]\n\nIt was a moment of confusion. If it was too much, he’d have to give it back. He didn’t want to give it back.\n\n[i]Too much for one day of whoring.[/i]\n\nOh, that was better. That was much better! It just meant that he had to stay with them for a while. Perhaps for a week…or two…or a month…\n\nYeah, probably three months, at least, to pay off this much gold, for something as special as this gold coin. And he could protect them during the day and be their little whore during the night. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! That made sense!\n\nHesnim’s eyes were glowing as he put the coin down, setting it where he could easily find it again, and he took off his loincloth. The minotaur considered keeping it, then threw it away. There was no point for a whore to have clothes. He’d have all that he needed showing off for his employers. The kobolds groaned as he walked toward them, the pair of them finally stirring at the clopping sounds of his hooves.\n\nOne of them was just starting to open his eyes and roll over in his bedroll when Hesnim squatted beside him. The kobold screeched as the minotaur grabbed him around the waist and lifted him off the ground, squatting in place as he held him aloft.\n\n“Wait, wait! No. Let me go! Let me go, we don’t - ohhhhhhh!”\n\nThe screaming stopped as he started sucking his employer’s cock. It was little, scarcely more than five inches, but it filled his muzzle well enough. He bobbed his head forward and back, supporting the kobold with his big hands on that scaly rump and keeping him from falling over. The other ‘bold had already gotten to his feet, running out of sight. He heard the kobold running back, only for the one he was holding to frantically wave his hands.\n\n“No-no, don’t stab! He not hurt!”\n\n“What? He -”\n\n“He sucking. He licking. No touch, Kigle!”\n\n“Voli sure?” the one behind him asked.\n\n“Voli very sure. Look at eyes. He enchanted!”\n\n“...enchanted?”\n\n“Yeah! He ours, now.”\n\n“Mmmph,” Hesnim moaned, nodding, bobbing his head down to the base and sucking, hard. The kobold in his hands - Voli - moaned out loud, the gibbering lizard shutting up and grabbing hold of his horns, and hard.\n\nThere was the clatter of metal, something that sounded almost like a dagger being dropped. But that was silly. There was no reason for the kobolds to be threatening him with a dagger. No weapon needed to be raised. He was their whore, and that meant that he would follow their orders.\n\n[i]Good whores do what they’re told.[/i]\n\nAnd he would be a very good whore. When the other kobold - Kigle - reached down and tapped his ass, he spread his legs apart, allowing for a bit of space between them. The second kobold slid further out of sight, and no sooner had the little guy gotten down there than the minotaur felt a new mouth working on his balls…\n\nAnd then his ass…\n\n“Mmmph…ah…mmmph…”\n\nHe moaned as he kept sucking, the golden light coloring his view making it all the easier to just enjoy himself, to sink deeper and deeper into the servitude that the kobolds had paid him for. A good piece of gold, a shiny piece of gold, a perfect little coin, just for him. It was so beautiful, so valuable, that he would do anything for them to be allowed to keep it. They had been so generous to him that his body was theirs for the plundering, theirs for the use, no matter what it might involve.\n\n[i]Suck me, fuck me, let me be used,[/i] Hesnim thought.\n\nAnd as the two kobolds indulged themselves with their new whore, they never knew just how close they’d come to being left kneecapped in the middle of nowhere. They only knew that they’d gained a new ‘friend’, one that was willing enough to let them do things that the whores of the city would never, ever allow a kobold to do. Considering his skill with that hammer, he was better than them in all kinds of ways…and both Kigle and Voli were very happy to keep him ‘engaged’ with new tasks.\n\nIt turned out, kobolds were [i]very[/i] inventive.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A minotaur bandit steals from the wrong pair of kobolds.\n\nTags: M/M, M/M/M, Fantasy, Minotaur, Kobold, Oral, Rimming, Blowjob, Size Difference, Mind Control, Prostitution, Service, Domination, Nudity,",
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Story by Me
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Bull Blowing the Boys For Zsisron By Draconicon
One would not immediately clock a minotaur as a bandit, particularly one as large and burly as Hesnim Nimbleskull. The very idea went against the warrior archetype that they embodied, but that was where one would be much mistaken, and likely short a purse or three. Possibly with a limb broken for good measure. If someone’s legs were broken, they had no chance of chasing you down, and less chance of actually getting to the guards and getting help.
That was Hesnim’s way of operating. He would find a group of sleeping travelers, sneak up on them, and once he’d taken stock of the goods that he wanted to keep, he’d bust the kneecaps of those that were most likely to cause a problem. If they were good, if they didn’t look that dangerous, or he thought that he’d be able to outrun them, he’d leave them intact, but most of the time, there was too much risk.
Bandits had to keep the consequences of mercy in mind if they wanted to pursue their chosen career for long.
Of course, any bandit that preyed too heavily on normal people would soon get a bounty on their head, and Hesnim avoided that by making other monster-folk his target more often than not. In this civilized age, they were starting to come into the money, as well, and the little magic-lizards that the humans called kobolds soon got the nickname ‘meal ticket’ from him. Hesnim stole from no fewer than twenty traveling kobold bands, using his greater size to intimidate them and steal their goods, usually something magical that was worth its weight in gold, if not platinum.
It worked well for the bandit…until one fateful day.
He was in the process of rooting through the bags of two sleeping kobolds, taking his time since they were both well out of it, and had just found what felt like their shared coin purse. All bundled into one bag, surprisingly enough, which was certainly odd for travelers, but not unheard of. The minotaur pushed his fingers in deeper, seeing what he was dealing with.
It felt like a bunch of small change, mostly copper with a few slightly larger silver coins thrown into the mix. Not much of a haul, all things considered, but he’d take what he could get. Some of the other ‘bolds were starting to find bodyguards, and while he could probably deal with that - he was a minotaur, after all, and he carried a big hammer - he didn’t want to get more of a name than he already had.
He almost tossed the coin purse back to the ground when he found a particularly heavy coin at the bottom. Hesnim cocked his head to the side, squatting down by the kobolds’ fire pit as he upended the purse. Coppers fell all over the place, followed by a few silvers, and then -
Clink.
A single gold coin fell into his hand. Visually, there was nothing that special about it, but the more that he looked at the face on the coin, the more that it felt off. There was something too pointed about it to be the standard human face that adorned all the other coins of the kingdom, and he could almost swear that the head on the coin had horns.
But that wasn’t the thing that drew him in. It felt like…like there was something about it, something shiny, something valuable. He held it up, letting the morning sun reflect off it, and the more that he stared, the less that he wanted to look away.
So…shiny, he thought, staring at the gold circle, his eyes glued on the head printed on one side. So…shiny…
The sun gleamed off it into his eyes, and though it was bright, almost painfully so, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. It was as if he was staring into something that actually gave meaning to his life, something that told him what he needed to do.
This was valuable, he felt. This was…this was treasure. Far more than he could ever steal, far more than he could ever take away. This was…
Payment.
The word came as if from nowhere, but he latched onto it like a drowning man to a piece of wood. It saved him from drowning in the gold, drowning in the odd surge of happy feelings that the coin fed into his brain. This was payment, of course. He had been given this to do something, to…to accomplish some task.
But…what?
Surely, it had to be something big. This coin, this valuable coin, deserved something amazing for the gift of it. He could never earn this fighting or slaying beasts. He couldn’t earn this through stealing things for someone else. This coin…it required…it required something else.
His brain tumbled over itself, and despite his Nimbleskull name, his thoughts were hardly equal to it. He just kept staring at the coin, the light reflecting off it burning through his mind, replacing every little independent thought with something else. He turned the coin, feeling the light shine across his face, almost like a search spell across his mind, until -
Service.
Yes, yes, of course! He was hired to serve the kobolds. That was it, that was why he had the coin. He was their servant…but…
But what kind of servant?
He tilted the coin again. The light going one way had given him an answer, so maybe if he tilted it the other way -
Whore.
Whore?
Whore.
Whore!
Yes, yes, that was it! Hesnim was a whore, and the kobolds had hired him to take care of their needs. He’d come from the big city to meet them here, since they were too shy to come to the city and get him themselves. They’d hired him for some loving out in the country, though…this coin…
Too much for whoring…
It was a moment of confusion. If it was too much, he’d have to give it back. He didn’t want to give it back.
Too much for one day of whoring.
Oh, that was better. That was much better! It just meant that he had to stay with them for a while. Perhaps for a week…or two…or a month…
Yeah, probably three months, at least, to pay off this much gold, for something as special as this gold coin. And he could protect them during the day and be their little whore during the night. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! That made sense!
Hesnim’s eyes were glowing as he put the coin down, setting it where he could easily find it again, and he took off his loincloth. The minotaur considered keeping it, then threw it away. There was no point for a whore to have clothes. He’d have all that he needed showing off for his employers. The kobolds groaned as he walked toward them, the pair of them finally stirring at the clopping sounds of his hooves.
One of them was just starting to open his eyes and roll over in his bedroll when Hesnim squatted beside him. The kobold screeched as the minotaur grabbed him around the waist and lifted him off the ground, squatting in place as he held him aloft.
“Wait, wait! No. Let me go! Let me go, we don’t - ohhhhhhh!”
The screaming stopped as he started sucking his employer’s cock. It was little, scarcely more than five inches, but it filled his muzzle well enough. He bobbed his head forward and back, supporting the kobold with his big hands on that scaly rump and keeping him from falling over. The other ‘bold had already gotten to his feet, running out of sight. He heard the kobold running back, only for the one he was holding to frantically wave his hands.
“No-no, don’t stab! He not hurt!”
“What? He -”
“He sucking. He licking. No touch, Kigle!”
“Voli sure?” the one behind him asked.
“Voli very sure. Look at eyes. He enchanted!”
“...enchanted?”
“Yeah! He ours, now.”
“Mmmph,” Hesnim moaned, nodding, bobbing his head down to the base and sucking, hard. The kobold in his hands - Voli - moaned out loud, the gibbering lizard shutting up and grabbing hold of his horns, and hard.
There was the clatter of metal, something that sounded almost like a dagger being dropped. But that was silly. There was no reason for the kobolds to be threatening him with a dagger. No weapon needed to be raised. He was their whore, and that meant that he would follow their orders.
Good whores do what they’re told.
And he would be a very good whore. When the other kobold - Kigle - reached down and tapped his ass, he spread his legs apart, allowing for a bit of space between them. The second kobold slid further out of sight, and no sooner had the little guy gotten down there than the minotaur felt a new mouth working on his balls…
And then his ass…
“Mmmph…ah…mmmph…”
He moaned as he kept sucking, the golden light coloring his view making it all the easier to just enjoy himself, to sink deeper and deeper into the servitude that the kobolds had paid him for. A good piece of gold, a shiny piece of gold, a perfect little coin, just for him. It was so beautiful, so valuable, that he would do anything for them to be allowed to keep it. They had been so generous to him that his body was theirs for the plundering, theirs for the use, no matter what it might involve.
Suck me, fuck me, let me be used, Hesnim thought.
And as the two kobolds indulged themselves with their new whore, they never knew just how close they’d come to being left kneecapped in the middle of nowhere. They only knew that they’d gained a new ‘friend’, one that was willing enough to let them do things that the whores of the city would never, ever allow a kobold to do. Considering his skill with that hammer, he was better than them in all kinds of ways…and both Kigle and Voli were very happy to keep him ‘engaged’ with new tasks.
It turned out, kobolds were very inventive.
The End
Summary: A minotaur bandit steals from the wrong pair of kobolds.