The Hard Working Minotaur
#1 of Mythical Creature Bondage
Minotaur was finishing up his job of cutting wood. He started in the morning and finished in the late afternoon, doing the job of ten men. The logs he'd been cutting were far larger then average logs, indeed they were more appropriate as small tables then fire wood. While doing the work he couldn't help but notice he was the only Minotaur working on the farm. He was surrounded by humans plowing fields and picking apples. He wondered how they'd take advantage of him in the weeks to come.
The stack of wood was nearly done when he noticed a Cowboy approaching. All day he had received odd looks, which may have had something to do with him being completely naked while he worked. Or it might have been the fact he had feet instead of hooves like other Minotaurs. Or perhaps it was that he'd been working nonstop since he began. He had been sweating all day but the late breeze of the afternoon had stopped that. He was beginning to slow down with his work. The Cowboy stopped several feet away and posed with his arms at his sides. He seemed to be admiring the beast while he worked. The Minotaur continued about his business, each chop of the ax a perfect split. Finally the Cowboy spoke, and did so with incredible confidence.
"Could I tie you up and jerk you off?"
The Minotaur completely missed the log he was trying to hit. He froze a second then laughed. He looked at the Cowboy with a grin, but realize from the stillness of his face it was a serious question. The Minotaur explained he was not "that" type of Minotaur. His days of leather bondage maze orgies with "the herd" were behind him. The Cowboy nodded and returned to the house.
The sun was nearly down and much of the farm activities were now quiet. The Minotaur finished stacking the wood and made for the house. His room was a stable around the back of the house. The tall double doors there made it easier for him to enter, and there was a large slab of stone and some hay to act as a bed. Upon walking in the entrance way he noticed a sheet of black leather on the stone. A noise behind him-he turned to see what it was.
One of the farm hands surprised him and grabbed onto his leg. He lift him quickly and began licking the Minotaurs foot. The beast hopped backwards on the other foot. Other men came from the sides and pulled his arms down. Minotaur crashed down onto the stone slab. Another man began licking on his other foot. Minotaur fought to get up but the leather sheet was folded up and bits of clanging mettle could be herd. The Minotaur now had a leather straight jacket tightly belted on him. A man went to work stroking the beast's cock while others sat on his chest and legs holding him down. One man used rope on the Minotaur's mouth so he couldn't speak.
The Cowboy appeared by the Minotaur's head. He was grinning in delight as he soaked a rag with a bottle of something. It was labeled "Minotaur Pheromones."
"Here buddy this will drive you nuts." He said shoving the rag over the Minotaur's nose.
The Minotaur got an instant erection. Suddenly his struggling to get free lessened and his groaning grew more intense. It wasn't long before he started cuming. The men laughed as the one jerking him off got it all over his face and chest. Another man passed up a bucket for the Minotaur to finish into. As it filled, the other man removed his shirt and rung it out good.
A larger pair of hands went to work on Minotaur's cock. The two guys licking his feet stopped as the Cowboy approached them. On his hands were two scrubbing brushes. He went to work up and down Minotaur's feet frantically. Minotaur struggled to get up and shift his legs again. His toes wiggled helplessly up and down. Over and over again he felt the stiffness of the bristles digging into the skin. Another man had begun tying his legs tightly together while another put a knot around the Minotaur's cock and balls.
Minotaur could fell one of them trying to fit his beefy balls in his mouth. The sensation of the man's teeth against his nuts caused the Minotaur to cum again. This time it was even more and even higher. Again they collected it all into the bucket.
The Cowboy stopped working the feet and Minotaur once again calmed down. He could feel his heart racing a mile a minute. The men rolled him over on his side and hogtied his feet to his head, then laid him again on his back. It was an uncomfortable position to be in. It looked like the men had had their fill.
"The football game is almost on," one of them said.
From outside the room they dragged in what looked to be an iron box. There were two holes opposite each other along the side, one big and one small. Using a golden key the Cowboy unlocked it and the Minotaur was lifted inside. He fit perfectly with his head out the big hole and his dick out the other. The lid was shut with a satisfactory clicking sound and the key was attached to the Minotaur's nose ring.
With his head somewhat low to the ground the Cowboy realized how similar the Minotaur's head was to that of a boot. While a cow milking device was hooked up to Minotaur's cock, the men went to work removing their boots and socks. The rest of the Minotaur Pheromone was dumped all over the socks. The shirtless man removed the ropes from Minotaur's mouth. Before he could scream, most of the socks were shoved in his mouth. Another one was placed over his snout and another tied it in place. A large smelly boot (with a hole in the end) was shoved over his head. The laces were tied tightly around the Minotaur's neck. His head furiously shook in all ways with angry motions. The cow milker, featuring a special head for stroking the cock, went to work. His head shaking lessoned.
All the men could be herd leaving the room. The Cowboy turned out the lights and shut the door. Besides the faint noise of the men cheering in the living room and that of his cum squirting into the bucket, the Minotaur was left in complete silence. During the next hour he came another 6 or 7 times with the last 3 becoming painful. It was then that the Cowboy checked up on him, and turned off the cow milker. Minotaur fell asleep.
The next morning Minotaur awoke to the boot being removed from his head by the shirtless man. Once his mouth was free he spit out a wet ball of socks. This guy wasn't experience with nose rings and was taking forever getting the key off. As he fiddles with it, Minotaur saw outside the Cowboy handing a bucket to two Centaurs. Not official Centaurs, but at any rate they were men with horse heads. Once they got the bucket of cum one started chugging it down and passed it off to the other who did the same.
"They think it's better then salt lick," the man explained, finally getting the key off his nose.
The Cowboy approached the Minotaur as he was being untied. "Consider yourself paid up for the month. There's a bucket and bags of ice in the next room, take the day off."
He walked out again. Minotaur got up, went into the next room and plopped himself in the bucket of ice. He placed a bag of it between his legs.
The End?