Nikolas didn’t want to think about anything right now. 

The young auburn haired human had known that something like this was going to happen for years now, he had literally been bred for this. His mother and father had never known anything more than a life of slavery, the pair having been brought together for their positive physical traits; his father, who had worked hard labor ever since he was a boy had a body that was tanned and toned to perfection, and his mother, who lived working within the house of the lady of the house as a cook and nurse, were not expected to do anything more than come together to create him and his siblings. Nikolas didn’t like to think about his brothers, knowing well enough that he would never see them again except in his dreams, so he simply pushed them, their names, and their faces into the depths of his mind. 

“Don’t cry, boy.” a black bearded man sitting next to him said all of a sudden making Nikolas gasp slightly. “Don’t let them see you being weak.” murmurs went through the other men surrounding him as if to agree to the nameless human’s statement without actually saying anything.

Nikolas reached up to wipe the side of his face as best he could with the iron chains wrapped around his wrists, the men next to him grumbled as they were forced to lift up their tired arms as well. “I’m sorry.” he said after placing his shackles back down into his lap. “I didn’t even know that I had any tears to shed anymore.” that was a truth for which was shared by almost everyone within the traincar. 

“Aye,” the red headed man sitting next to him nodded. “I know how you feel, son, but don’t worry,” the other turned to look at him with dull gray eyes. “Give it another decade and there won’t be anything left inside.”

Nikolas nodded and then turned his head down to stare at the worn brown leggings wrapped around his legs. This was a truth that he had ultimately accepted the minute after he had been taken from his mother and placed into the mines with his father and the other men his age. Back then a much younger Nikolas had been very confused about what was happening to him, his father wasn’t much of a help in dispelling the confusion within his adolescent mind, the older man felt nothing for him as he hadn’t been around to raise the auburn haired boy or his brothers, however the kiss of the leather whips which had been carried by the handlers had quickly whipped him into shape. Being handed a pickaxe and then beating the tool into the stones around him Nikolas had worked from sun up to sun down chipping away the inside of the mountain he had been carted off to for the rare blue mineral known as agthinum. 

The rare mineral was said to have strong magical properties, the likes of which made the very coveted by those that had access to them. Not that this meant much to Nikolas, his duty was to simply mine for the glowing rocks as much as he could in order to be rewarded with food and water for the day. Failing to do so resulted in the human and those of his rank being whipped, starved, and sent to sleep within a small shack in the middle of the woods guarded by soldiers that often took turns...amusing themselves with those that were sent for this type of punishment. 

Nikolas had found himself being suffering through the rough discipline several times before fate decided to change his place in life. For ten years the young boy and his brother had worked to dig within the mountain, the older men who had been there before him were quickly traded out as most of them were over thirty years old and had a number of health problems. Some of the men would cough up blue mucus, the likes of which steamed slightly when it hit the ground. None of the men were sent to a healer however, after all, what reason was there to send one’s livestock to be treated on when it was easier to get a new piece of cattle? 

Nikolas never asked this question, he knew better. 

Instead he worked in silence, his dark brown eyes watching without judgement as older men in tattered clothes were removed from the mine to be replaced by fresh young faces like himself. Of course by this time Nikolas’ face was no longer fresh, the dirt from the mine had caked onto him so thickly that his skin could barely be seen. 

One day someone had dug too deep within the mine causing the mountain to tremble in anger before collapsing over those within. Dozens had died, including Nikolas’ father, ultimately leading to the area around the mine to be abandoned by those who owned the land. Nikolas would find out later that the agthinum that had basically run out, that was why the owners of the mine was so quick to leave the place, and the dead within, behind. Because of this though Nikolas and the other humans were no longer needed and so they were to be sold off at the merchant town of Sumselk. Being given a bath for the first time in almost a decade was a strange feeling for the auburn haired teenager, though he didn’t complain about being dipped within the water, nor being washed by his mother. The older woman was so happy to see him again, though she didn’t embrace him with any warmth, as he would soon be leaving. 

Back in the present the train car came to a halt several hours later. 

All of the humans were quickly made to shuffle out the hay covered boxcar by a group of minotaur who just so happened to be dressed in leather platemail. Nikolas found himself looking up at the massive eight feet tall tall creatures in subtle awe; even though he had been kept by anthromorphic creatures throughout his entire life there was something about the sight of the muscular bovine males standing underneath the afternoon sun that made a hot pulse run through his chest. His admiration was cut short when the man behind him stumbled into his backside, which thereby caused a chain reaction for al of the humans as their steps were interrupted. 

“Get a move on, human.” one of the minotaur, a black bovine with silver horns, growled before smacking Nikolas along the back of his shaggy head.

The auburn haired human whimpered when he heard some of the other men around him hiss at him, he lowered his face in shame. 

The males were brought into a large tent and then separated one by one. Nikolas could see someone wearing a gaudy golden lined robe speaking to a group of finely dressed anthromorphs, more than likely well-to-do individuals that would soon be purchasing himself and the others. The young man found his eyes once again traveling across the area onto a spectacularly dressed bear anthro, this studly male was wearing a single monocle over his right eye and finely tailored black suit, the likes of which seemed to almost shine within the crimson and orange light of the nearby torches. Once again Nikolas found the back of his head being given a firm smack, those this time his rump was also beaten by the handler in front of him. 

“Eyes forward, human!” the larger male growled making the auburn haired teen instantly flip his head around. 

What he saw before him was less than thrilling. 

Nikolas whined a little as he was taken into the back area of the tent and then stripped naked. Clawed hands instantly began to touch every corner of his body as the rodent anthromorph serving as the slave surveyor looked him over. 

“Do you have any diseases, boy?” the long faced anthro asked while twitching his whiskered snout back and forth.

“No, sir.” Nikolas knew better than to lie to his betters, the same as he knew that it was quite unwise to waste their time with his presence. 

“Have you bred with a female before?” the roden reached down to grip both of his testicles and his flaccid manhood while making this inquiry.

“N-No, sir!” the auburn haired teen tried to not whimper as he felt the heat from earlier trail down into the crux in between his legs. As the rat stroked his dry hands over his stalk of flesh Nikolas couldn’t help but to moan as white hot bliss trailed up through his body with such intensity that his toes curled across the carpet underneath his feet.

“Good response.” whether the rat was referring to the sounds he was making or to his answer Nikolas had no idea, nor was he about to ask. It wasn’t his place after all. “Why were you pierced and by whom?” the rodent asked.

“By the guards watching over myself and the other slaves as punishment for failing to do my daily duty.” Nikolas remembered the night in question with great clarity. He hadn’t been able to find enough agthinum that day and so the guards decided that they wanted to humiliate him before violating his body. The anthromorphs had taken him to the punishment shack and then stimulated his cock until it was as hard as stone, then they had stuck a piece of metal through the end of his shaft. He had not been able to stop from screaming bloody murder, however the cloth they had wrapped around his mouth had helped to stiffle his anguished howls as they cruelly added his new accessory onto his body before using him to release their daily frustrations.

“Open your mouth.” the rat said snapping him out of his mental recollection.

Nikolas immediately did so. He then gasped slightly when the roden anthro grabbed his head and then began to move his face around. The auburn haired boy didn’t struggle. 

“Very nice.” the rat nodded. “Whoever bred you knew what they were doing.” Nikolas said nothing. “Turn around.” the rodent commanded after pulling his hands away from the human’s head. Once his back faced the anthromorph the teenager shivered as he felt clawed fingertips trace fine lines down the length of his tanned backside. “You’ve got a strong backside. What work did your masters order you to do before you were brought here?” 

“I mined agthinum, sir.” Nikolas answered honestly, all the while he stared down at his groin in wonder as his pierced cock throbbed in between his legs.

“For how long?” the rodent’s question slightly caught him off guard, but the auburn haired boy was quick to answer.

“Ten years, sir.” when the rat let out a chittering laugh Nikolas had to fight with himself not to look behind his back. 

“That explains why they were so eager to sell your lot. You would have been no good to anyone, save the meat crafters, if you had been doing that work for three years more.” Nikolas instantly went stockstill as he heard these words.

Everyone knew that the meat crafters were a rather cruel bunch, so much so that slaves would rather take their own lives than willingly go to them. The horror stories of what they did to humans were enough to leave men sweating in terror at night, while mothers would often scare their children with the tales of sending those who bishehaved to these people. To think that he could have possibly been sent to them was enough to make Nikolas’ knees weak. He fell to the floor a few seconds later as sheer terror ripped through his mind.

“Hey now, boy!” the rat grumbled. “None of that! You’re safe here.” those words made the auburn haired youth turn to stare at the rodent anthromorph which tear filled brown eyes. “Oh come on now.” when the surveyor reached out to rub him across the head Nikolas couldn’t help murmuring in grateful relief. “Now get up.” Nikolas shakily did as he was told, his balance was somewhat weakened by the fact that his mind was still showing him vision of what he would look like if the meat crafters ever got a hold over him, something for which he had to shake his head in order to forcibly stop from happening. “Now then, let me finish up your inspection and then we can get you to the bidding stand.” 

For the next ten minutes the nameless rodent poked and prodded at the young man, going so far as to dig one finger in between his rump in order to test the elasticity of his hole. The rat grunted as he noticed that the tight little rose bud had been used before, something for which Nikolas had confirmed after being asked, however he simply sighed and said that he would have to tell the man running the slave tent about this. Once he was done looking him over the rodent nodded and then called forth a minotaur guard to come and take him out front. When a large burly figure came to fetch him Nikolas found himself growing hard in between his legs, something for which the bovine warrior chuckled at but said nothing against as he guided the human out to the front stand. 

A few minutes later Nikolas found himself positioned amongst several other youths within his age group - he mildly noticed that he was the tallest of the bunch - and then told to stand straight by the slave seller. 

“Alright now, everyone,” the portly camel anthromorph called out gathering the attention of the various wealthy patrons within the tent. “As I promised you we have a fine selection of slaves here today, all of which are under twenty years of age.” 

“And all of which are used.” the monocled ursine from earlier snorted making the camel’s left eye twitch slightly. 

“Yes, but, all of whom are young and strong and more than willing to serve whomever should be fortunate enough to purchase them.” the camel finished with his best charming smile. “With that said, I think you can all agree that we should start the bidding for these lads at around fifty silver pieces?” there were quiet mutterings from the individuals in question, and yet no one could deny the camel his asking price. “Good, now then,” the long necked anthro turned to regard a blonde haired human standing all the way at the end of the line. “Let’s start with this golden haired human. Who will offer me my meager asking price for him?” When several hands went up the camel let a predatory smile creep up over his face, “Since we have so many willing buyers might I ask who will give me seventy-five silver pieces?” less than half of the original set of hands went up. “How about one gold piece?” 

The bidding continued until finally the blonde haired boy was eventually sold for three gold pieces. He was then taken away by the bear who had spoken out earlier, though in seeing how roughly the other was pulled away into the back rooms Nikolas couldn’t help but feel pity for his fellow human. When the sounds of yelling echoed from out of the back a second later everyone winced. The camel quickly turned to look at one of the minotaur guards and then hiked a thumb behind him. The large bullman grunted before making his way towards the area where the bear went. When nothing more was heard a few minutes later the camel turned to smile at the rest of the patrons within the tent.

“My apologies, but I think we all know how Chairman Dyrce can be.” the surrounding anthromorphs all nodded as if sharing some silent understanding between them. Nikolas could admit that he was rather curious, but he knew better than to speak out right then. He just barely stopped himself from turning to look at the flap leading to back area where the bear and his new slave had gone. “Now then, for our next slave…” 

On and on the auction went with slaves being sold for a varying amounts of coins before finally it was Nikolas turn to be sold, though by this time there were fewer welltodo anthromorphs within the tent. Most of those who had been there earlier had already made their purchases and so had gone home for the day, while those that were left were mostly just onlookers standing further to the back to allow what few potential buyers that remained to have a chance to make a bid. The camel, seeing this, grumbled slightly through the smile he kept plastered onto his face. Nikolas found himself feeling somewhat unsure by this point, as he honestly had no idea what would happen to him or the others if he weren’t sold. 

Surely the camel wouldn’t give them over to...

“Come on, I’m sure that fifty silver pieces isn’t too much to ask for such a fine slave as this one.” the humped back anthro argued as he looked across the line of potential buyers. When no one bit he decided to lower his price just a bit. “As I can see that you’re all hard bargainers I’ll do you all a service and lower my asking price to twenty-five silver pieces.” 

“I’ll take him.” a red furred minotaur announced while raising his burly hand up.

“Sold!” the camel didn’t bother hesitating as he pointed to the minotaur wearing the dark red vest and brown leather pants. 

Money was quickly exchanged between the two anthros right before Nikolas suddenly found himself being picked bodily picked up by his new master. 

“Don’t you want some clothing for him, my good sir?” the camel asked in slight surprise as he noticed the red bullman turning away from the stand and then taking steps to exit from the tent with his new purchase.

“I have everything he’ll be wearing back at my apartment.” And that was the last thing spoken between the pair. 

Nikolas said nothing as he found himself being carried over the unnamed minotaur’s shoulder like a sack of rice, he did however lower his face in shame when he noticed several onlookers pointing at him as he was passing by. 

“Stop that.” his new master said right before smacking him across the ass. “There’s no reason to feel sheepish by what others have to say about you.” 

“Yes, master.” the auburn haired boy nodded but refused to lift his face up from where it was quietly nestled. 

That Nikolas’ nose was pressed deep within the anthromorph’s shoulder was something that didn’t bother the auburn haired teen in the slightest, however, in smelling the rich scent of male musk coming from off of the anthro Nikolas found his crotch once again growing firm in between his legs. The pressure within his groin became even worse as he was jostled around by the larger minotaur, Nikolas bit his lip to stifle the moan which was trying to bubble up out of his throat. When a meaty hand reached up to caress the back of his rump the naked slave couldn’t hold back the animalistic cry which was trying to escape his throat, the sound became a loud yelp when he was smacked across the buttcheeks by his new master. 

“S-sorry, master.” Nikolas whimpered.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, slave.” the bullman chuckled.

“But…” was a far as the auburn haired teenager got before he remembered his place.

“It’s fine.” the red minotaur explained somewhat cryptically. “I like disciplining others, so you’ll come to enjoy my affections before long.” Nikolas had no clue of what this meant, though he quickly became aware of the fact that his new master was very...peculiar when, after passing through several districts, some of which the bullman stopped at to purchase a couple of bags of apples and other unprepared meal-like items, the minotaur made his way to a large building that seemed to reach up into the sky. 

Watching as the larger male walked up the side stairs to the third level of the building Nikolas found himself shocked to see the other turn the handle on a plain wood door and then duck down before walking inside the darkened interior. As the minotaur walked into his home he used his cloven foot to quietly kick the door shut, Nikolas found himself marveling at the sight of the muscular red furred appendage. With his sanctum sealed off the unnamed minotaur made his way through the living area towards the back of the apartment, small crystal lamp began to glow as the anthromorph continued about his way. 

The interior of the minotaur’s dwelling, from what he could see of it, was very well furnished, though seemed a bit empty at the same time. There were a number of chairs and the like scattered throughout the living area, along with playing cards loitering about a nearby table, a few bottles of empty booze littered the kitchen area, a place that bullman stopped at only long enough to toss the bags of food that he had purchased into before heading back towards the sleeping area. Once the red minotaur entered into this area he gently sat the auburn haired human down onto the floor and then knelt down to look him in the eyes. 

Brown orbs fearfully stared into bright green glass spheres for several seconds before the minotaur nodded, as though he had come to some unspecified decision.

“What’s your name?” the clothed bullman asked suddenly.

“N-Nikolas, sir.” the human answered while shuffling his legs together to cover his growing manhood. The minotaur looked down at what he was silently attempting to do and then let out a bovine snort. When the other reached forward to spread his thighs like a closed book Nikolas let out a short gasp of shock. Then bullman then slapped him across the thigh making him jump. 

“Hmm, nice name,” his master said as if what he had just done to him had never happened. “but I think you’re going to have to earn it,” Nikolas raised an eyebrow in confusion at hearing this statement. “For now on you’ll answer to boy, slave, or canvas, is that understood?” 

“Y-yes, sir.” Nikolas was completely stunned by what he had just heard, however he was smart enough not to question his new master, especially if the other was so flippant about tanning his hide as he seemed to be. 

“Good.” the minotaur smiled showing of a number of blunt teeth. Nikolas didn’t know why but in trying to look anywhere beside the other’s mouth he found himself staring at the bullman’s thick set of lips and angular chin, the sight of which made him grow harder than he already was. “Hahah! I take it that you like what you see in me, boy?” the minotaur asked while smirking at his new slave.

“Y-yes, sir. I’m sorry.” Nikolas bowed his head, knowing well enough that such feelings were abnormal to say the least, and probably worth a firm punishment or two. 

“Do you know what a kiss is?” the red minotaur inquired out of the blue.

“I-I have heard of them before, master.” It wasn’t known by many but the guards that watched over the slaves within the mine would often speak about kissing their women back home in great details when they thought that the surrounding slaves weren’t paying attention to them. 

“Have you ever performed a kiss before, slave?” green eyes twinkled as they looked upon the naked human who was now shivering ever so slightly.

“No, sir.” Nikolas shook his head as he said these words.

His head was then taken ahold over by a massive hand. 

The auburn haired teen gasped and then looked directly into the minotaur’s face, what he saw reflected within the large anthro’s eyes was something that would last with him forever. 

And then suddenly his mouth was swallowed up by the bullman’s fleshy lips. 

The rubbery feel of the thick flesh pressing deep into his own caused Nikolas to squirm about reflexively, his mind went wild as he tried to understand what exactly was happening right then, and yet he was at a loss for control over himself when his master’s broad tongue slapped at the front of his barely opened mouth. When the large organ slipped in between his teeth and then began to roll around the auburn haired teen went completely motionless, his mind having decided that it was no longer needed since sense had flown out of the window. 

The bullman seemed to enjoy this sign of submission, as though he could literally taste the human’s willingness to give his body and mind over to him, and so the anthro continued to work his tongue over and across the inside of Nikolas’ mouth with restless licks. It was only when he saw that his new boy was about to lose consciousness, air having no chance to slip inside of the human’s throat because of the gargantuan tongue blocking his airway, that the bullman pulled back to allow his slave a chance to breathe. However, he didn’t let up completely, as evident by how, when he pulled his tongue completely out of Nikolas’ throat, he slathered the auburn haired youth’s face and hair with his saliva. 

He pulled back a few seconds later once the young human was completely soaked with his scent.

“Very nice.” the red furred bullman chuckled as he watched the dazed look which covered his new slave’s face. He quickly snapped his fingers in front of the auburn haired teenager’s face bringing Nikolas back to his current reality. “As you can see I’m something of a bachelor,” the minotaur pointed out as he turned to make his way towards the kitchen. He crooked a finger in command for Nikolas to follow behind him, to which the auburn haired slave quickly did. “So, as you can no doubt guess, one of the reasons that I purchased you was to use you as my personal maid, cook, and sex toy.” the passive way that the bullman said these words made it seem like he was talking about a tool he had just picked up at the market and not a living being, but such was the way of things in a world where humans were the slaves of anthromorphs three hundred years following the loss of the War of Blood and Fangs. “With that said, how I treat you will depend on your performance within my home.” the bullman stopped and then turned around to look at his slave. “If you serve me well then I’ll treat you like my most precious paintbrushes,” the minotaur smiled. 

Nikolas let out a tiny sigh at hearing these words, even though he didn’t know what a paintbrush was exactly.

The minotaur’s face suddenly hardened a second later to the point where he looked like the titular mad bull. “But if you willingly fail in your task, or do something foolish like backtalk or try and escape then I’ll punish you in a way that will make what the meat crafters do to your kind seem like a sweet mercy, and believe me I know what they do, as I used to be one.” Nikolas could have fainted when he heard these words. “Do you understand me, canvas?”

“YES , SIR!!!” Nikolas shouted as fear took control over his mind and mouth. “I-I won’t fail you, sir!” 

“Very good.” the bullman’s face immediately returned to its passive state of joy. “Now then, clean up this mess that my friends and I made and then get to work cooking dinner.”

Nikolas felt his heart nearly tear out of his chest as he heard the last order being given to him. “S-sir…”

“Yes?” the red bullman answered after curling his muscular arms over his chest.

“I-I don’t know how to cook.” After all, what reason was there for him to have done such a thing when he was fed and watered by others after a hard day’s work?

“Good thing that I have come cookbooks on hand for you to read.” the minotaur said proudly.

“I can’t read either.” Nikolas could have cried when he saw the look of stunned disbelief within his master’s face.

“Oh.” the minotaur reached up to rub the back of his head. “I guess I’ll need to teach you how to do two things instead of one then.” 

“Y-you’re not going to punish me?” Nikolas really wanted to be sure that he wasn’t going to tortured right then.

“Since you haven’t failed in a task, why would I?” the bullman snorted.

“But I…” 

“Do you want to be punished?” 

“No, sir!”

“Then shush and get to cleaning the apartment while I start on dinner.” With that the minotaur went to go about doing as he said.

And that was how things went between the two males; the minotaur, whom Nikolas would later come to know as Kurtis, sent him to classes to learn how to read after he realized that the human was hopeless when it came to sounding out the common language everyone used, while also grooming the human to look like someone whom he could be proud in showing off to his brothers and his other friends. Thankfully Nikolas proved to be a quick study, as he often found himself gobbling up whatever piece of knowledge he could in order to make himself into a better slave for his master. His dedication was rewarded very quickly as Kurtis allowed Nikolas to be his personal bedwarmer several nights after the human had finished reading him his first book, of course it was a child’s fairytale, but all the same the dedication his slave showed to his studies was one that the red furred bullman appreciated. Kurtis, as Nikolas had quickly found out, really liked to use him as his personal bedwarmer, so many a night the auburn haired teenager found himself being the little spoon to his master’s massive spoon. Not that the slave minded this, given that he had often slept on many hard surfaces before becoming Kurtis’ property. Even at feeling his master’s massive equine cock rise up and then pulse against his back in the middle of the night didn’t bother Nikolas, despite his often violent rapes in the past; his master, despite calling him his sex toy, never seemed to be interested in using him in such a way. 

Nikolas never asked why this was, of course, however a whisper in the back of his mind told him that this would soon change, especially as he often found himself waking up to feeling his larger master snorting while gripping his body tightly against his flared equine sex. The scent of bull musk and sweat was often so potent within the minotaur’s bedroom that Nikolas would often find himself becoming dangerously aroused by the scent and feeling of his master using him in such a way. However, he dared not touch himself, as Kurtis had told him that he was not to spill his seed without his permission. 

A small price to pay for the luxuries that he had been given, but one that became an ever growing ache within his mind as time went on.

Teaching Nikolas how to shave his body was something of a personal treat for Kurtis as he spent a full day manhandling his slave in order to show him how to properly lather himself up before sliding a small razor across the auburn haired human’s tanned form. Nikolas found himself having to hold onto his master once the bullman got to his groin, the other gently cutting free the wiry auburn hair free until all that remained was smooth skin. Kurtis had held him gently as he shivered into place within the bathroom, the human’s body and mind having gone crazy with repressed pleasure at feeling his master rub his thick hands over and across his pierced cock and tightly clenched ball sack.

“Going to get rid of that before long.” the bullman grunted after feeling the metal protrusion within his slave’s body. “Can’t have something that belongs to someone else staining my perfect canvas.” Nikolas said nothing either for or against this statement, after all, he was his master’s slave, and so the other’s desires were the laws and guidance for which ruled his life.

Oddly enough Kurtis allowed the piercing to remain for a long while, the bullman instead choosing to focus on transforming his teenage slave into the perfect canvas he had so wanted the other to be, as, after the first month of living with his master, Kurtis decided that it was time to paint the human’s body with the various paints that he had on hand. 

Nikolas would later come to learn that he had been purchased by his master on a dare by the bullman’s older brother, the ten year senior minotaur city guard having suggested that if he wanted to get himself more well known in the artistic world then Kurtis should use a slave as a living portrait to advertise his work. As he looked himself over after his master finished coating his face, back, and chest with green and blue streaks of his brush Nikolas found himself greatly appreciating his master’s skill, he never knew that he could look as handsome as he did now after the bullman had  placed a full length mirror in front of him to show the human his work. That Nikolas had never before seen his full body in such a reflection was something that he didn’t bother to tell his master, especially since the red furred minotaur didn’t bother to ask him such a question. 

Weeks into becoming his master’s living canvas found the bullman getting order after order to paint pieces of art for the people of the city the two of them lived within, however, when Kurtis received an order from one of his customers to have their own slave painted over the same as Nikolas the minotaur bursting out laughing about such a happening during the middle of the night that the two of them were laying together. 

“My brother was right about purchasing you, canvas.” the bullman bellowed happily as he licked Nikolas across the face and throat, the paint that had been on the other had long since been washed off that day, as it wasn’t paint made to permanently stain human skin. That particular brand of substance was one that Kurtis had abstained from purchasing as he continuously changed the designs which covered Nikolas’ body week in and week out. “You have certainly brought me a great deal of fame and fortune.” 

“I am happy to serve you, master.” And Nikolas truly meant that.

“That’s good to know.” the red furred bullman grumbled pleasurably as he continued staining the human with his wet tongue.

Nikolas whimpered as he felt the hot sticky ooze of his master’s warm saliva rush over his face and head before traveling down across his neck. Once at this portion of his body the red 
bullman grabbed the teen with both of his meaty hands and then lifted both himself and his slave up from where they had been resting on the massive king size mattress. The auburn haired teen gasped as his master polish the upper half of his body with his tongue, the heated feel of the wet heat traveling all across his naked form was so strangely pleasant that the human found himself bucking back and forth within the larger anthromorph’s hold without thought. Kurtis seemed to enjoy these instinctive actions as he continued to coat his slave with his scent. The red furred bullman then went up and down around the smaller human’s chest and abdomen, to down below in between Nikolas’ legs to where the auburn haired slave’s sex was now pulsing so hard that it was drooling clear nectar onto the bullman’s wrist. 

That Nikolas let out a silent yell before humping forward into his master’s face wasn’t something that was missed by the minotaur, especially when his lips and nose were painted white with the human’s seed. Nikolas would have apologized by there were little sparks going off within his head that demanded that he shut up and enjoy what was happening to him. 

The bullman chuckled at this. He then pulled back to look his slave into the face, Nikolas could barely hold himself up by this point as all of his mental strength had decided to flee from his control after such a powerful climax. 

“You are a naughty slave, boy.” the bullman growled in what would have been an obviously playful manner to another minotaur but which startled the human out of his pleasurable daze. “I didn’t give you permission to spill your seed yet.”

“I-I-I-I’m so sorry, master!!” Nikolas whimpered, his entire body quaked as he imagined all sorts of punishments that he would soon be forced to endure for his transgression.

“Sorry won’t cut it.” Kurtis grunted as he slowly pulled away from the human. “You’ve released yourself onto your master, and so I’m going to need to punish you in order to show you your place.” the minotaur chuckled in a way that sounded more like a foghog going off rather than a mirthful outcry. 

Looking up into his master’s shimmering green eyes the thoroughly soaked human could only whimper before nodding in understanding, he was not a person after all, no matter how benevolent Kurtis was with him, and so whatever his owner decided was befitting for him was what Nikolas would willingly accept as punishment. Seeing the defeat within the other’s eyes the minotaur grunted and then turned away from his slave. Watching as the bullman went over to a nearby closet and then threw it open Nikolas tried not to think about what his master was searching for. When Kurtis returned within something silver within his meaty hands Nikolas found his legs instinctively curling up into his chest.

“Enough of that,” the minotaur growled in amusement. “Present yourself fully to me, canvas.” Nikolas only hesitated for a second before he did as he was commanded. “Very good.” A moment later his wilting cock was taken up within the red bullman’s gargantuan fingers and then licked clean of the drooling semen which leaked out from the tip. “There we go. Nice and clean. Now let’s get rid of this.” The minotaur said right before he unclipped the metal piercing from off of his cock and then threw it over to the side out of the way. 

When the human’s cock began to bleed out slightly the bullman whispered a few words onto his lips and then blew a cool breath over his slave’s manhood. Instantly the bloody hole sealed itself leaving not the faintest hint that a mark still remained. Nikolas opened his mouth to ask what was going on but he quickly found his nose being coated in a pink mist, the minotaur having opened a bottle of aphrodisiac and then shoved it underneath his nose. When Nikolas began to sway back and forth slightly while smiling dopily the red bullman chuckled at him. Corking the bottle for which contained the liquid drug the minotaur placed the bottle to the side and then reached out for the auburn haired boy’s manhood. Nikolas had just enough time to blink in confusion before something cold and metallic was placed over his deflating manhood. 

Looking down at what his master was setting over his quiet shaft Nikolas found himself confused by what he was seeing; the item being set over him was split into two pieces, with one part being a metal ring which the red bullman slipped his clenching testicles through before finishing with his flaccid cock, while the second piece looked to be a strange cage in which the minotaur stuffed his shaft inside of. Kurtis then sealed the entire thing closed with a small lock, the likes of which fit into two holes on the side of the odd device. 

Once he was done the red furred bullman nodded and then reached out to take Nikolas’ legs into his impossibly strong hold. The feeling of his master lathering another wet lick across his thigh up to his shaved groin made Nikolas hiss in pleasure, though before he could fall too deep into the feelings of bliss he noticed that every time his cock would try and arouse itself it would instantly be impeded by the silver metal wrapped around him. The bullman delighted in seeing this as he let out a mooing laugh right before he dipped his tongue down the cleft within his slave’s ass. 

“You won’t be able to feel the same amount of pleasure as you have before, slave.” the minotaur explained in between stabbing the line of the auburn haired teenager’s buttocks with his flat tongue. “Your pleasure, like the rest of you, is a tool that I have control over,” the bullman delved deep inside of Nikolas’ anus forcing out a quiet howl of rapture from the human. The minotaur had to grab his slave’s thighs in order to keep the auburn haired boy from jumping up off of the bed. “And from how sensitive you are, I think it’s something that I’m going to be denying you for quite a while.” 

Nikolas could say anything to this as he was too busy looking up at the top of the ceiling all the while gasping and panting like mad in restrained bliss, his master was relentless as his claimed all of his body with his broad, flat tongue. 

Soon enough the bullman found himself completely covering his slave with his saliva, pulling back to look over the mess for which he had made Kurtis chuckled as he noticed that the auburn haired boy’s thighs were subtly humping upwards as the slave tried to find release within his new cock cage. Sadly there was none to be found as the minotaur’s brother had crafted that particularly sexual device and so there would be no escaping its confines. 

“Now then, lay back into me.” the minotaur said after laying himself down onto his bed. It took Nikolas a few moments to find the willpower to do as he had been commanded, and once he did he actually wobbled as his legs seemed to have no strength within them. “Good.” the red bullman cuddled his slave and then breathed deeply across the other’s mop of auburn hair. He quickly fell asleep after doing this, leaving Nikolas alone with his confused thoughts and throbbing manhood.

That Nikolas’ own cock was unable to grow hard inside of the chastity cage was something that the auburn haired slave just grew used to as the months went by, he was his master’s property after all, so it didn’t matter if he could only spew small ribbons of pre-come out from his aching shaft whenever the red furred bullman decided to lather his body with his tongue. His place was to be whatever Kurtis wished and so he willingly resigned himself to suffering through the pleasurable torment of being filled with great amounts of sexual energy at the same time his cock throbbed pitifully within the silver cage it was trapped within. 

Kurtis had been quite honest when he told the human that he would be using his body in anyway that he wished, the first night that the bullman had speared him onto his cock Nikolas had howled long and loud throughout the interior of his master’s bedroom. The minotaur had thankfully given him more of the aphrodisiac he had used the first night he had arrived in Kurtis’ home was something that helped with taking the gargantuan shaft deep inside of his tight pucker. Kurtis had used his body for a very, very long time that night as he moved his slave into a varying degree of positions before finally laying him on top of his lap and then sliding the human up and down onto his throbbing cock like the sex toy that he was.

Thankfully life became much easier, if somewhat frustrating after that. 

As the years went his master began to show him how to paint and even allowed him the pleasure of being able to place a few painted marks across the bull’s red body, however that was nothing compared to the pleasure of being allowed to take off his cock cage. Every year to the day when Kurtis had purchased him the minotaur would allow the human to take off the silver container and enjoy a knee shaking orgasm, usually with the human bouncing up and down onto his girthy cock, but Nikolas would take whatever sweet relief his master chose to give him. And as the sun rose up on the next day and he was caged for another year the auburn haired slave realized that he couldn’t be happier with the small treat that the minotaur decided to allow him to have, especially while curling up onto the red bullman’s chest while the smell of aphrodisiacs and bull musk filled his nose and mind.