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WARNING, this story contains a lot of extreme positions and dangerous activities that shouldn't be recreated. There's a lot of magic used anyhow so don't even bother.

When writing this stroy I envisioned all of the character in an anime-like style to them, roughly Dragon Ball Z or slightly higher. Character names are used from other stores but may not be the same characters; I'll leave it to the reader to decide that. They may have been described differently but really whenever I have a Minotaur in a story I typically name them Taurus instead of calling them Minotaur. For me it's more about the embodyment of what that creature represents than any one specific character to be described the same way in every story I tell.

I may need to proof read this a few times to get everything perfect so please try to bare with in the mean time. Also the opening has a slightly different tone than the rest of the story. I otherwise attempted to follow a three act structure. Enjoy.

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Taurus was in love with the idea of being turned into someone's personal sex toy. Getting used and abused against his will all day, trying to satisfy whoever dared ram his devastating cock up their ass. Really what he wanted was to be transformed into a dildo. He envisioned himself tucked away inside a dark drawer, listening as someone punished some man, warming them up for the big finally. And then they'd come get him, present him to their slave and be like 'All of this beef is going right up your ass.' He was all for it. The trouble was finding someone who knew how to do it. Sadly his currently situation was playing another game.

Taurus's head poked out the top of an " L " shaped wooden box. His knees and legs were wedged into the front part of the L, with his massive cock and balls forced out hole on that platform. His cock was tied in place, and his nuts had a weight tied to them which hung off the front dangling like a pendulum for passers bye to kick and tug. Along the side of the box was a handle where a special padded rubber mallet hung. One of the sides had been hollowed out and filled with a fleshy feeling lubricated tube. The idea being a game of Whack-A-Mole with his cock. Beside his dick were other dildos in different styles; they were obviously fake but the idea was to allow players to tease the fuck out of the Minotaur. Taurus hated getting teased. He wanted to break out of the fucking box and punch whoever fucked with him.

Breaking out though wasn't an option. The box itself was well made; even the energetic and sporty displays of Taurus convulsing his body about did little to move it. It was bolted to the floor and wall, and needed a key unlock it from the inner hatch that lead into the next room (where one enters the box). His arms were both chained down to the inner floor so he was touching his ass. The chain went down into the floor between where his hooves where; in the room below it connected to a massive weight.

Taurus had a leather zipper mask on that belted around his fat muscular neck. It had padded sleeves that fit over his horns which made them look soft and plushy looking. The zipper for his mouth hole only took up the front part of his snout and formed a happy face. His gold nose ring had a slot to stick out with hidden piece of Velcro to remove the gap in the middle. He had eye holes to look out at passing customers. Normally he'd be blindfolded but that had fallen down behind the box. He peered out at the bar where leather heads and furries were busy drinking and smoking.

On either side of him there were other boxes like this setup. To his left, there was a horse sporting the same getup; a leather zipper mask meant for horses and a raging hard on waiting to be smacked. His cock was longer but thinner than Taurus's. To his right, there was a wolf which was also in a leather hood. He was blindfolded though and tended to whimper a lot from the lack of attention his little red rocket was getting.

This was a little embarrassing. They were like an unused arcade, only getting glances by the people walking to the bathroom. Taurus wondered why he agreed to this.

His heart rose when a biker boy started approaching. He had a shaved head and wore his military hat off to one side. He had lips that were meant for given blow jobs and that's all that mattered. He stopped between Taurus and the horse, whatever the fuck that guy's name was. While smoking a cigarette he passed glances between the two of them. Taurus and the Horse were both nodding their heads. Shifting their legs around from excitement caused their cocks to shift around. Finally he locked eyes with Taurus, but walked over to the Horse. He grabbed the horses cock with his gloved hands and started to shift it around a little like a clutch. The Horse was nodding his head triumphantly while Taurus pouted with anger. He hadn't stopped looking at Taurus though.

Removing his cigarette, he nestled it in the horses cock then stepped away into the bathrooms. As he vanished behind the door the Horse was left looking between down at his cock and the bathroom door. Smoke was wafting up slowly as the cigarette burned lower and lower. The Horse was really getting panicked as it burnt down to the filter. He started shifting his weight around as violently as he could. He tried calling out for some assistance. "Emmm! Emmmm!"

The bathroom door opened and the leather boy walked out flicking his hands in the air. The sounds of a hand dryer hummed in the background. The Horse sighed out in relief, which became short lived as the leather boy walked right past him. "Mur???" The Horse sounded, followed by, "EMMHMHMHMHMHM!!!"

Taurus and the leather boy were eye to eye now. The Horse's moaning out had lightly died away. Next to them another gay couple had started making out and used the Wolf station as a table to fuck on. It was unclear if the Wolf's cock was involved but Taurus likes to think some sort of double penetration was happening somehow.

The leather boy grabbed the fuck mallet and brandished it around a little. It wasn't heavy at all and in fact felt more like a punching glove with a sweet pussy center. The opposite side however was a sold disk shaped material not unlike the dashboard of a car. He used the hard side first and pounded Taurus right in the nuts. "Emmmm!" It was a lot harder than he'd expected for a first hit but he took it well.

"Duh fuck is this?" The boy picked up the weight his nuts were tied to, then dropped it. The tugging didn't help the pain at all.

WHAM! Another blow to the nuts. "EMMMM!" Taurus flinched.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! "EMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Taurus hollered out.

The boy picked up the weight high enough to tug Taurus's nuts then dropped it from even higher. Taurus was clenching from the pain. Another blow to the nuts fixed that though. "EMMEMEMEMEM!!!"

The boy held up one hand, his fingers waving about in the air like he was going to perform a magic trick. He licked his palm slowly from the his wrist all the way up to the tips of his fingers. Taurus watched as the hand lowered down, all the while his fingers waving about. Then, like a cobra, he struck! Taurus felt it... only the boy had grabbed one of the dildos mounted next to his cock. Taurus stared unblinking down at the cock. The boy grasped it with three fingers, his pinky extended, and he slowly worked his way up the shaft, then down again, up the shaft, then down again. Taurus was sweating.

The boy unzipped Taurus's mouth. He pressed the vaginal side of the rubber mallet up against him. "Now lick that out for me." Taurus did as he was told. Overall he was just lubricating the insides of all the folds and nubs that were designed to pleasure a man. Rarely did he get a taste of something unclean but he didn't mind this at all. Pulling it away he turned it around then inserted the handle end right inside Taurus's mouth. Taurus didn't know what to make of this but he'd had longer things in there before. The leather boy got up on Taurus's 'lap' and unzipped his leather pants. His cock was hard and flung out. Both his hands behind head he said, "now you do me first."

Taurus could barely see what the fuck he was doing but he tried damit! Shaking his head up and down with great swings at first, then turning to more satisfying strokes once he'd got the boy's dick in there. The leather boy was breathing through his mouth while Taurus's basically got him off with his head. Part way through though he though fuck this. Pulling down, the boy stopped Taurus, removed the mallet, returned it to the side, then just inserted his dick in Taurus's mouth. The boy had to help out by thrusting his hips but that didn't matter. He grasped down on Taurus's padded horns.

In the heat of the moment the leather boy reached back, grabbed the rope to the weight tied to Taurus's nuts and shoved it up his ass. It was actually a metal dildo, Taurus actually had no idea what they'd tied to his nuts earlier. The boy was working it in and out though.

Cumming, the boy squeezed onto Taurus's horns as hard as he could. Taurus's tongue cleaned him off. He pulled out, then removed the metal dildo from his ass and shoved it right in Taurus's mouth. It wasn't very big at all and fit all the way in. He zipped his mouth up with the rope all the way to one side, then backed off the box. "Thanks a bunch." He said, giving Taurus's nose ring a flick.

Grabbing the mallet he held it up high then put it on one of Taurus's horns, then walked away.

Taurus was pissed off at this. In shaking around furiously this time he discovered the rope was now very tight with his nuts. The slightest movement of his head now tugged his nuts along with it. They were in pain.

Both Taurus and the Horse looked at each other and then back at the crowd.

That was the most amount of action he got that night. Everything else boiled down to flicks, touches, and teasing, people holding out their hands slapping all their cocks and dildos as they passed.

Closing hour finally came around 3:00am. The guy came along and cut their cocks free. Taurus could hear the back of the box being unlocked, the door opening, the board behind his neck removed, his hands where unshackled sending them rushing to the ground from the weight. The shackles themselves were too big to fit though the hole. The padded wedge piece between his legs was removed and Taurus finally pulled out of the box. The wolf had already been freed and was throwing his hood in a bin by the door on his way out. Taurus didn't bother with that yet; he was too busy stretching. The horse was freed and started doing the same thing. The guy whose job it was to let the animals free left the room. And as soon as the door closed both Taurus and the random horse acted on their unspoken bond and started going at it.

Taurus lifted the Horses hooves up in the air. Down on his hands the horse turned around to get his head right at the bull's cock. Taurus was holding the horse up nuzzling his nose around the horses cock and balls. He unzipped his mouth went to town. His cock felt so good, so warm, so slimy and covered in horse tongue. They fell over backward onto Taurus's back. It wasn't long before both had cum, and Taurus took pride in the fact that he started first. The horse kept his mouth around Taurus's cock the whole time, even after Taurus had finished cumming. It was only polite after all. Taurus could fell cum hosing down his throat. A minute later both had finished up but where embracing the man hug a while longer.

The horse rolled off of Taurus. He took off his hood. "You wana get a beer?"

II.

Though the bar was something of a scummy place, there were places busy doing far worse things that night. It was something of a secrete club founded by demons with an imprisonment fetish. Because they were immortals sustained by the hatred of the world they could take ordinary fetishes to whole new extremes as things grew boring and out of style. There was currently a gathering of 12 such individuals by invitation only. Most of them were demons but some were creatures of extreme interest. While these other creatures where not always immortal, the runes the demons used made sure they would never die, machines would never break, and all materials would never wear out as long as they were inside the rune.

Nimis was somewhat horrifying to look at. His body was dark brown, well fit and muscular, but he had bone white spikes protruding out of his shoulders, his back, his knees. His eyes were large and insect-like and always his big gaping mouth was open showing off its circular void covered in fangs all the way in. His claws where sloth-like, with several large hooks in the middle and other smaller ones beside them. He had hoof-like feet but otherwise his legs looked normal. Not an ideal blind date. His cock sure had it going on though... No one in the room would dare let him suck their dick.

Botheler was a blue skinned demon. He was covered in spikes but they were smaller, not as sharp, and occurred in most places where one might have hair. His eyes were a solid, soulless, silver blue shade. While he wasn't quite as muscular as Nimis he was at least fit looking. His cock was a bright blue color as well.

Chad was a bright red demon. One of the more classic sense when one thinks of a demon. His eyes were like two gold spheres. He had tusks protruding out both sides of his mouth. His chin was big and awesome. He had the two massive black horns curling out his head. His hair was jet black, free flowing, and in the style of a mullet. He wore a chain around his neck with an actual skull on it. By far he was the biggest and strongest looking demon in the room. Also he was giving off the most heat which was something proud to say among demons. His muscles bulged to enormous sizes. He could easily crush a human's torso between his arms or thighs. He had it going on down south as well. His cock was enormous and second only to the two Giants in the room. He had a large dinosaur tail with a heart shaped end to it too that he love to whip around.

Rex was an Incubus, a male sex demon. Incubi looked more human-like than any other demon type. His skin was a brilliant golden yellow tone. His hair was dark brown, longer than the average male typically wore and could be described as gold and flowing. He was actually a hybrid between an Incubus and a true demon. As such it meant he was almost as tall as Chad was, and had hooves instead of feet. Incubi where always winged but they were only for show. Rex's didn't extend beyond his back at all. His cock was big and thick looking. He had horns but they were small and barely worth mentioning.

Harold was another Incubus, as he was the true species though it meant he was much shorter than Rex. He was much more on par with the average human male in height. He had a dreamy surfer's kind of body. His skin was more of a burnt red color, like someone who tanned too much. His golden blond hair didn't help dismiss this idea either. Much like Rex he had the short wings, the small horns, and massive cock. Both Rex and Harold's eyes looked normal with pupils and corneas and such. Both where a dreamy sort of blue color, but they tended to change with their moods.

Grant was a Gargoyle. Gargoyles were an odd class of demon and their physiology was all the more perplexing. Overall his body was solid stone carved to perfection in the shape of a massive winged demon. His movement was sluggish and slow as a series of enzymes and fluids had to moisten an area before he could flex it. Standing still too long had the habit of freezing solid and took sometime before he would move around again. In some ways it could be compared to how sap squeezes out of a log when chipped. Being able to shape his body to his own desires, Grant's face was dreamy looking. He had all the brawn of Chad with all the looks of Harold and Rex. Where his stone cock was concerned he was very generous with himself.

Cerberous was a hell hound. Though not THE cerberous from lore, he was related through some bitch or other. Cerberous was the last name to all three heads, each of those where named Boner, Sniffs, and Chomp. Their body was very large and brawny though the muscle tone didn't show through as well as it should have due to all the black fur. Each of the three heads had their own neck and where very Doberman-looking. Down below each of them had bright red cock and set of balls of their own.

Ox was a Minotaur, and our first non-demon. He was every bit as brawny as Taurus was but had about 10 times the amount of fur. What got him his invitation was how one time he demanded he be installed into the walls of the maze one as one of the bricks. Some Orcs where willing to help him do it, and were extra mean to him the whole time. He knelt down like in a wooden box, his head and most his main stuck out a hole to one end, and on the opposite side was a hole for his cock and balls to hang out. One he'd been locked in place the Orcs filled the box with cement, let it harden, then separated it from the wooden parts. Before installing him he was kind enough to blow each of them off. Afterward they blindfolded him and made him wear a ball gage. They carted him into the maze and wondered around for what had to be two hours before stopping at the spot. The stone was exactly the same size as the wall bricks and jamming him into its own space was very tricky. They got it though. Before leaving for good, they went around to his exposed cock. It being pointed down at the floor they found his nuts and taint to be the perfect spot to perch a massive candle that would be dripping wax down for several days after they left. Ox had no idea the Orcs where going to do that and he wished nothing but to thank them for it. The fact that Ox somehow made it out of the maze alive after being abandoned there is the reason why he's among the group today.

Cole the Centaur, unlike the Horse from earlier, Cole had an extra set of legs, a great big ass, and a massive horse cock. His upper body was that of a dreamy body builder stallion. He's here because he once upon a time he lived in a stable with 20 other Centaurs, basically an apartment of the horse world. They didn't know about his life style choice at all, all they knew is sometimes they'd hear a bit more leather and metal flopping around than normal. All the stalls had curtains around them for privacy and Cole often had his drawn all the way. That night he slipped into his cat suit, which fit him like a glove perfectly, and hooked his cock into his recent internet purchase the Cum Master 9000! The suction, electro stim, massaging hose sent him cross eyed as it went to work suck shocking his cock into the final frontier. It was enough to suck himself stupid and not pay attention to what he was reading on the directions but rather go by the pictures. It came with a horse feeding mask and told him to insert the second tube into his mouth part. Expecting some sort of gasmask play action he started getting wafts of his manly cock. Built in sensors alerted the Cum Master 9000 that Cole was ready to cum. Emergency protocol 10 activated. Suddenly it sounded "Now Simulating Donkey Punch!" at maximum volume! Cole barely had time to react before the hose covering his cock suddenly exploded into a mass of air bags sending the clear sound of a gunshot echoing through the stables. Cole had never experienced such a pleasurable cum before in his life. Still cross eyed he fell over on his side hitting the ground limp as a board. Outside his 20 or so roommate where gaping in horror at the sounds of a gunshot followed by a horse body hitting the ground; all of them though he'd committed suicide or something.

Cole was dazed out of his mind before realizing some salty liquid was pumping into his mouth. He started licking at it and had to think for a moment. Looking down he could see the bottle above the Cum Master 9000 filled with his cum. Having filled it though had triggered the emergency drain option which was now pumping it into his mouth. Panicked he started kicking, while trying to remove straps of the feeding sack. He kicked a switch unknowingly which stopped the flow of cum but sent it pumping in the other direction. Cole's dick started swelling up with cum. One of the straps from the air bag deployment was preventing it from draining into his bladder or back into his nuts. Finally removing the feeding sack Cole yelled out just as several of his neighbors pulled back the curtain, all of them brandishing clubs and farm tools. "YEAHHHHHHH!" All of them jumped back in terror. Finally they pounced in to his aid.

"Who did this to you?" One of them asked, all the while his fellow neighbors ripping the tubes and such off of him. Cole's cock had been so swollen with pleasure and soar from the pumping that it felt like they were pulling his skin off his cock. It was easily the most embarrassing night of his life.

Rob the Rhino was another one of the body building types. Years ago he came to the conclusion that it wasn't enough to work out his arms, chest, and legs. He needed to get his cock more involved too. Though his story wasn't as fascinating as Cole or Ox's he had gotten to a point now that he could lift and haul heavy blocks all with his cock and balls. The even that literally tipped him over the edge was while mountain climbing once he'd hauled a box of weights up to a cliff face. He completely mummified his cock and balls in rope and tied it off to a tree. While wearing a weighted suit that sported pockets for weights to be added, he duct tapped bar bells to his hands. And lowered himself off the side until finally he let go. The initial jerking of the rope as it tightened into his nuts and turned his cock blue was always painful but that gave him the rush he needed to start his workout. He'd be up there for hours curling his limbs in the sun, reapplying sunscreen to his exposed parts, and when he was all done, he'd have to climb back up the rope and cut himself free.

Darrel was a black Giant who was really into leather. In particular he loved getting bound up for days and being used like an object. He had more devices, and gear than he knew what to do with. His house would make for an interesting episode of hoarders. He was rarely seen without his gimp suit and no one would recognize him anyway not in it. The hood had eye holes just big enough for him to see well out of. The mouth hole had the round lips of a fake vagina. It was weird seeing his pearl white teeth and tongue occasionally through them. Most of the time though he had a rubber dildo inserted for him to suck on. The outer end looked like a pacifier. He had a big muscular neck that was fatter than his head. Around it he had on a metal collar which required multiple keys to unlock. There where openings for his nipples to poke out. They'd been heavily pumped and he was hanging weights off of them. Around his torso was a built in girdle which he always had set as tight as he could get it. This gave his body a more exaggerated hourglass look. His belt was metal and had the ability to be used for some extreme chastity play but he'd apparently left those attachments at home. There was a zipper housing a hidden pocket just over his crotch though, within it was the rolled up leather straps that could be pulled out and zipped around his cock the whole way up. Currently though he didn't have it on. He was waving his black flag pole at full mast proud and free. His giant cock was absurdly huge, coming up beyond his nipples. If he put his legs behind his neck he could easily fuck himself in the face. He had on this awesome pair of boots that went up to his knees, featured animal fur all along the back and top rim, and best of all required a key to take off. Two zippers went along the back of each leg and came all the way up his back. Inside them where the hidden compartments where the built in leather sleep sack could be pulled out. Among the folds of leather were restraints for his arms and legs before zipping in for the night.

Lastly there was Thom, the white Giant. He was probably the newest one to this kind of thing, but what he lacked in experience he more than made up for in fuck-ability. He had the body of a professional wrestler and a cock that stood up to Darrel's black behemoth. His had a crew cut, blond hair, and was otherwise completely shaven. He was there as a friend of Rex's and the two occasionally fucked around.

Nimis the Demon, Botheler the Demon, Chad the Demon, Rex the Incubus, Harold the Incubus, Grant the Gargoyle, Cerberus, Ox the Minotaur, Cole the Horse, Rob the Rhino, Darrel the leatherhead and Thom the Giant, were all gathered in a room standing naked around one another except for Darrel, who'd arrived in full gear. All the animals wanted to start fucking but the demons wouldn't have it. Prior to this meeting they'd been given pictures and measurements of everyone they were meeting and instructed to at least come up with ideas and at most show up with the materials to execute them. As most of them were immortals they'd accumulated whole rooms of gear so they had plenty to spare. All of their names had been written on paper and put into a jar. For whoever's name got picked the others would do whatever to them. This would go on until there was only one standing. Darrel was annoyed by this rule as he arrived in full gear and was more than willing to throw a few hands in Bondage Poker if it meant he got tortured first.

Because 11 on 1 sounded like a Bukaki video waiting to happen, they decided that three names should be drawn first. These were those of Cerberus, Nimis, and Chad.

Cerberus ducked all three of his heads down with shame as a crowd gathered around him. Nimis was unphased about getting picked but also wasn't getting much attention from the others. Chad looked annoyed slightly and someone was quick to tackle him to the ground.

Cerberus was made to wear a straight jacket with built in hoods for each of his heads. His mouths were muzzled before putting it on and again afterwards just to make it extra tight. A very scary looking dildo had been bolted to the floor. It was massive like an armor piercing missile and big enough to be loaded into a tank. It was metal, painted bright purple, and had bumps all around it which gave it a tactical look. He was marched over to it and told to "sit." Worst of all it was cold. Cerberus had bent down and his ass almost all the way to the floor. He could feel the coldness of it behind his eyes. Elastic straps were inserted into hooks they'd drilled into the floor. The straps went over Cerberus's shoulders to help hold him down. They were done up so tightly that he became stuck in the seated position with very little give. Rope went around all three of their necks their heads where pulled together as close as they could be. Their hoods had no eye holes so they had no idea what was coming next.

Some of the demons had brought along with them two styles of rune stones. The first was a classic rune, which was a solid disk of stone which contained its own universe. The second style was called a cock rune, which was actually two stone rings that connected to each other as front and back. This was the style they went with for Cerberus. The first was placed down around all their wet noses. The second was placed down around all three of their massive demon dog cocks so that their nuts hung out. They activated the rune, it locked onto Cerberus, the straps, the dildo, everything he was wearing, and in a sudden flash all of him vanished. The runes snapped together, spiraling in mid air. Cerberus's big demon dog noses poking out of one end, and all three of his cocks were out the other. It fell to the floor landing right on all three of their nuts. Botheler picked it up and threw it to Rex like a Frisbee. He was passed along to people carelessly. The slightly knick to the rune could break the portals, slicing his noses off and castrating him in the process. They played.

Darrel and Harold were the only ones really willing to tie up Nimis. His spiked body proved to be problematic. Eventually they had to get him in a Vac Rack while it was inflated, then suck all the air out for a tight fit, and then burn it off around his body outline. They cut a hole for his mouth and inserted one of the cock runes. Outward facing spikes on his face held it snuggly to his lips. A spike on the tip of his penis had already freed his cock and that's where they hung the other one. Trapping him, they were left with something that looked like a parasitic worm flopping about on the floor. Nimis's cock squirmed about and moved along the floor jamming his cock spike in and pulling himself around. His circular, talon filed mouth pulsated as he searched for food, or so it looked. Darrel (because he was wearing gloves) picked up the abomination and walked into the bathroom. He removed a urinal cake from the wall urinal and put Nimis in its place, so that his dick went down the drain first. The rune was a perfect fit for the slight indentation where the urinal cake normally sat. He broke the urinal cake in half and inserted the pieces into Nimis's mouth. His rotating fangs made short work of it. Lastly, parting his legs, Darrel peed right in his mouth. "You better drink as much of this as you can. Hehe. Once that rune erodes away enough it's flush for you." This got a grunt out of him followed by rather aggressive chomping and growls. Darrel flushed and watched as the water filled up. A whirlpool formed and it all drained down Nimis's throat.

Outside Chad had been bound up in leather, strapped down to a fuck swing with his legs forced apart, and a custom made anvil that had a massive dildo, not unlike the one they rammed up Cerberus, lined up with his ass. They got it in him good and far, but still only half way. From here they used a conventional rune to trap him. It worked more like a camera where one holds it out, aims it at the demon and in a flash they were gone. The hardened stone turned into a window on one side to reveal Chad's bound and suspended with the dildo up his ass. Rex wagged the rune back and forth a little and the motions translated inside. Chad started rocking back and forth getting fucked by the anvil with every swing. Botheler the demon was so amused by this that he grabbed it from Rex's hands and hogged it all to himself. He took delight in waving it harder and harder. Chad looked out with tears of diamonds in his eyes at Botheler's unrelenting face of cruelty. He was laughing so loudly that it took a moment for what was just said to sink in. He hadn't been at all to what the others were saying.

"Botheler!!!!" Cole yelled.

Chad watched as the demon's face contorted to one of a cave man's grunt of curiosity. As his head turned, he got vision of all the others standing over the jar of names. Cole was holding out a piece of paper that read Botheler's name on it. Chad chuckled.

Botheler wasn't amused by this. He flung Chad's rune right into the ground where it smashed into a hundred pieces.

III.

Taurus yelled out as he came. The horse was gripping the shit out of his bed post and Taurus's cock was ripping the hell out of his ass. His big bull lug nuts had been slapping the horse's balled all night. The horse was actually crying, winded, and above all ready to pass out. Had it been any other night of the week Taurus would have fallen over on top of him. Tonight was different though. He couldn't sleep, he was fired up. He wanted more. Sadly he was sure he'd just broken in a horse and wasn't getting much responsive play from him other than a slight moan. Taurus toweled off his dick and left.

The horse had taken him to one of the lower level hotel rooms where all the scum bags hung out. It was a quite night for a walk in the stone halls here and he looked at the ground as his hooves clocked away.

The guys had grown bored with their Frisbee so they inserted him in one of the floor tiles just outside their door. Their cocks each had a hole bored into the stone to press into but their nuts had nowhere to go but squish. To make things worse one of the guys had coated their cocks with itching powder. Taurus's massive hoof stomped down on all three of their noses, pressing the little dog harder down onto the dildo, then pressing down on the rune, causing all of their nuts to flatten with a noticeable squishing sound, causing all three of their cocks down into the scratchy holes where they scraped along the sides. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

Taurus had walked right over it and probably wouldn't have even noticed if he hadn't been looking down. "What the fuck was..." He turned around. Their noses poked back out again. Taurus wasn't quite sure what the hell he was looking at. He stepped down on it again, this time more slowly and held his hoof there for longer.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

Letting off he was quite perplexed. Their noses rose back up. He didn't want to touch it at all so the next option was knocking on the door nearby. It was only after that he realized it must be 4:00am by now. They were probably aslee- The door flung open. It was Grant the gargoyle who answered. His intimidating face was unmoved, stiff, and seemed to be staring deep into Taurus's eyes.

Taurus didn't quite know what to say. "Uhh there's this thing out here." He pointed down at Cerberus. "And I was wondering if you knew about ...." Taurus was feeling incredibly stupid at this point. The Gargoyle was staring down at Cerberus curiously. He stepped out into the hall.

"Oh, You mean, THIS THING!?" Grant stomped his stone big stone foot right onto Cerberus.

"EMMMMMEMEMEMEMMEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEM!!!!"

Taurus watched as he removed his stone foot and the noses reappeared. "Yeah, That thing... what the hell is it?"

By now the others in the room had realized the door was open. Darrel emerged. "What's going on?"

Taurus flicked his ears with joy at the sight of someone in a full on bondage suit.

Grant: "Well he wanted to know about THIS THING!" He stomped.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Darrel: "THIS THING!" He stomped also.

"EMEMMEMEMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

"Yeah, THIS THING!"

"EMEMEMEMEMEMEMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Thom came outside as well. "THIS THING!?"

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

"Yeah THIS THING!!!"

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Taurus slowly shifted his way inside the door and left them to it.

"THIS THING!?!?"

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Inside Botheler the Demon and Ox the Minotaur were being fitted for bondage leather gear. Botheler more so than Ox. Ox simply had on a leather harness and other straps with assorted pockets all over it, even the arms, back and legs. It was one of Rob's training outfits that were normally full of weights. Today though, all the pockets were empty. Botheler had been bound and gagged up worse than anyone so far. He was being strapped into a fuck swing and fitted for an anvil cock exactly like Chad had been. Harold and some others were busy at work putting Chad's rune back together and making progress with a repair spell. The magic worked best on large pieces but anything ground to sand was lost.

Taurus bumped into Rex. "Can I help you?"

Taurus turned around and was hit by love at first sight at Rex's masculine beauty. "Uhhh." Taurus was speechless at first then he noticed the bathroom in the background. "Can I use your bathroom?"

Rex stepped aside, did a little bow and presented Taurus in the right direction.

Inside Taurus looked at himself in the mirror. He was blushing. Then he got to the urinal and started pissing. Only to have Nimis start snapping about making all sorts of snarled and growling noises! Taurus stepped the hell back but kept peeing in the urinal. He was making a higher arch and freaked out by the thing trying to chomp off his cock. Looking over at the toilet someone had hung a crudely drawn sign with the words "Out of Order" on it. Taurus kept on pissing then shouted. "So what the fuck isn't wrong with this one?!" he thought about just going in the broken one but then logic set in and somehow he though "Well if this one tries to bit off your dick then the Out of Order one must be much worse."

Nimis settled down and started lapping up the back pool of urine. Taurus finally finished then went to go and flush it only to have Nimis snap up again. Taurus threw up his hands and stepped back away. "Okay Okay... I just..." He was raising his hoof in the air; he got it right on the flusher and pushed. "Need to Flush You!" Water came pouring down but to his dismay Nimis didn't budge.

Taurus left the bathroom having dried his hands. The guys in the room were finished with Botheler and Ox, and the other three in the hall were finishing up. "THIS THINGS!!!"

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Darrel, Thom and Grant reentered the room. "Sorry what did you want?"

Taurus slowly managed to say "Gyou Uhhhhh, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Let me join!!!!" He got down on his knees begging.

This got the attention of everyone in the room. "Nope," Cole said, "Uhh sorry there big guy but it wouldn't be fair to everyone involved to have a late contender."

Taurus was bouncing in place with excitement. "But I don't want to win anything!"

Rex and Cole discussed it to themselves but everyone could clearly hear what they were saying. "Look we already have a Mintaur and he's OUT of the game, why do we need two?" Cole said.

Rex scoffed. "Well we start him out running the maze a little. He already said he wanted to be punished." He turned his attention towards Taurus. "Look you've been a naughty boy right?"

Taurus leaped up, "Fu-FUCK YEAH!" He marched on out into the hall and started stomping his mighty hoof into Cerberus big dumb noses as hard as he could.

"EMMMMEMEMEEMEEMEMMEEEEEEEEMEMEMMEEEEMEMEMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMEMM!!!!!"

Darrel, Thom, Rob, and Grant admired Taurus's spirit. The way he started twisting his hoof into the ground.

Cole argued. "But we don't have a second rune."

Just then Harold had a breakthrough with Chad's rune. Enough of it was repaired that the window had reactivated. There were still a few cracks and some chunks were missing but it was working all the same. Cole, and Rex looked over at it as Harold held it up for them to look at. In there was Chad waving his legs with joy. "Now we do."

IV.

Taurus had been done up in a suit exactly like Ox had on. It was a main harness with a series of belts covering him wherever there was space. All along them were pockets which were now being filled up with things from a box Taurus eventually read the label as saying "DANGER HIGH EXPLOSIVES!" Which was more than little concerning.

The gang had all moved down to another room, one that was much longer and looked like it was once used as a shooting range. Darrel and Rob were fitting Ox and Taurus with all the explosives. Cole, Rex, Harold, Thom, and Grant were far back behind a wall of safety glass, and all wearing black tinted welders' goggles and soundproof earmuffs.

Botheler had been trapped in a rune which was then fitted into the leather straps hanging from Ox's cock. Chad's crumbling rune was the same and fitted into the leather straps behind Taurus's massive nuts. The idea being when both bulls walked their nuts would thub against the runes, and the vibrations of them running would cause the demons to get fucked up the ass.

Taurus's horns were padded with C4, which was wired down to the pads of explosive cake that lay across each his pecs. These in turn connected to more than 200 sticks of dynamite that went around his chest, around his big muscular arms, and lastly his arms were crossed over his chest and more rolls of sticks were duct tapped around his body. He had 7 of them in his mouth horizontally. He was told not to bite down on them or they might explode. Each of his thighs got a roll of sticks around it. Inside his palms were grenades, the pins of which were tied together and run around the back of his neck. If he felt like ending it he could just rip his arms off his chest and bear hug somebody. His palms were tapped shut. Two more grenades were hooked onto his nipples. And all of these explosives were wired to an ordinary-looking gold rimmed clock that was strapped to his chest and had to be the loudest ticking clock in existence.

Darrel and Rob finished their job; both gave each other the thumbs up then ran back to the safety line as fast as they could. There they joined the others and put on tinted goggles and earmuffs of their own.

Harold was holding some kind of device in his hand. He turned the key then stated to count down. "And 10, 9,8,_"

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taurus was flung against the wall at the speed of a car crashing into him. His ears were ringing in a constant tone. He couldn't hear anything that he should be able too. The sound of his hooves scraping against the floor as he got up, the sounds of everyone yelling in panic. Slowly he got up and looked over to where Ox had been standing.

Only his hooves remained in place, the rest of him was smeared all over the room among the charred remains of leather and cooked wires.

From everyone else's angle they had suddenly herd the blast, followed by Ox's dick flopping against the glass before it all went blood red.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Thom yelled.

"I didn't hit it yet!" Harold yelled.

"Did you rig his cock to the right time?" Rod yelled at Darrel.

"Shit," Darrel said. "I ain't know how to rig a bomb!"

"Guys...." Rex said pointing out at the field.

All of them peered behind the blast shield at the sight of Taurus moving somewhat dazed and confused about. As he turned and fell on his ass half the guys took cover. "GUAHHHHHHH!!!"

"Is he over the hatch!?" Harold yelled.

"Uhh Yeah I think so... Everything's red." Rob said.

Harold hit the button.

Cross-eyed, Taurus hobbled about wondering a little as the room spun around him. Suddenly he looked down the floor just in front of him opened up. Down inside was a maze and suddenly Taurus knew where he was. This was the old deployment area Minotaur training. He glanced up at the guys.

"Go! Go! Go!" All of them waving their hands for him to dive on in.

It was probably the stupidest decision he ever made, but he gave them all a little solute then leaped inside.

As he vanished from view, all the guys braced for an explosion underneath.

It didn't come though. A wave of relief swept over them.

Rob slapped Darrel in the head. "You idiot!"

Cole interrupted. "So how long does he have?"

"Wake up call is at 6:00am." Rob said. "If he's not back by then.... well." He looked out at the room.

They all walked back to the room single file, each of them making sure that they were spaced out enough to step on Cerberus as they entered to maximize punishment. "EMMEMMEMEEEMMEMEEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMEMMEMMEMEMEEMMEMEMEM!!!!"

Before starting back up again the guys all glued socks to the back of a doormat, placed it sock side down right over Cerberus's noses and used a nail gun to secure it to the floor. "EEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!"

Taurus had gotten up. The walls had stopped spinning finally and he was ready to start running through the maze. He was rocking a hefty boner from the thrill of suddenly exploding and kept to a brisk jog. Chad had a front row seat to Taurus's nuts slamming into the rune, like two furry wrecking balls about to come crashing through the window. The motions had him getting fucked pretty hard. "Emmmmmm!" The fact Taurus could explode at any minute or because he took a turn to sharp or tripped over a hoof wasn't very encouraging. All hope fled as Chad herd the distinctive sound of Taurus yawning.

V.

Cole pulled out the next name from the jar. The paper read "Cerberus" though he didn't read it out loud. Instead he just showed it around to everyone and they all had a good laugh.

"How many times did we put his name in there?" Thom asked.

The gang stepped outside once again and busted his balls before returning.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"

Rex and Rob's names were the next to be drawn. For both of them they decided it best to whip out the cement. This required some wood work to be done and Thom was a carpenter. He was quickly able to put together a big square form for Rob to cruel up inside of. There was a hole for his head to fit out of on one side, and another for his cock and balls on the opposite side. By now they'd run out of colossal sized dildos and had to move on to colossal sized but plugs. They dipped it in cement before insertion.

Rob was mummified lightly in chains which were then padlocked to each other. They were able to fold his body somewhat so he could fit into the box with his head and cock in the right places. More padlocks saw to it that he stayed in the curled up position. Cole and Thom poured the cement down inside while Darrel's job was to shake the box and let the air bubbles escape to the surface. Once it was filled and everyone was satisfied, even Rob gave a satisfactory nod, Harold came over to conjure up a solar beam and blast all the moisture out of the cement. The result filled the room with steam and Rob felt as though he were being cooked. His mouth and horns were bound up by chains so he wasn't able to convey this fact other than to, "EMmmmmmmmmm!"

While this was going on Grant was turning Rex into his masterpiece. He'd crafted up a small box of his own for Rex to stand in. He'd poured cement around his legs, filling it up to his thighs, and then went to work spreading it over Rex's body. Grant being a Gargoyle had the ability to simply suck moisture out of stone at a single touch. He was using this ability to shape and dry as he went along Rex's beautiful body. Something about Grant though was his sinister motive. He was something of a narcissist and hated things that were prettier than he was. Rex's beautify shaped thigh muscles, his plushy looking nuts, his rock hard longer than average cock, his abs, his love handles, his round ass, his pecs, his nipples, shoulders, arms, neck, face, hair and horns.... All of these things enraged Grant though he was not one to show emotion. He sculpted and hardened away at Rex's body.

Everyone else was preoccupied with Rob's cock at the moment. They were going to suspend him from the ceiling. This required a massive metal hoop be installed in the ceiling. Thom was standing up on Rob jamming it in there. Rob liked the attention he was getting but what they were doing to his dick was downright painful.

While no one was looking Grant retrieved a jar of flesh eating worms that Nimis had brought along. Using a funnel he opened the jar and dumped them all down into Rex's cock. Rex immediately started howling as the little spike covered creature wriggled about in his man flesh. Grant added another coat of cement to Rex's mouth, then told him to "shoosh," before rejoining the others.

"I designed this myself." Darrel said. He was holding a sound rod which had holes all through it every inch or so, similar to a rod that would hold weights one might see at the gym. This was inserted into Rob's dick but it didn't end there. Two rounded clamps came next and beyond them the handle, which Darrel needed to squeeze down on in order to open. They pulled back Rod's foreskin first and then let the clamps grasp on tightly. He returned Rod's foreskin to its place and then went to work with the nail gun. He lined it up with where he thought each hole in the rod was and then fired. "EEMMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Rod was furious. The nail point was poking two inches out the one side while the head was perfectly smooth with Rod's cock on the other side.

Switching sides, Darrel lined the nail gun up with the next hole and shot another. "EMEEEMMEMEMEMEMEMEMM!!!!!!" Rod was banging his chin against the block.

About twenty nail later, Rod's dick looked like a Foosball table, with nails alternating their points from side to side. The nail gun was one of high quality that heated the nails with electricity before firing.

Next Darrel held up three nails which were double sided with pointed tips, and three times as long as anything they'd used so far. He was sure to let Rob see them, rub them against his skin, let them lightly rub against his mighty horn, then along the edge of the stone scraping as it went, then out of sight along the next face and all the while scratching the block. He pressed Rod's cock against the block and started stabbing the left and right side of the block with Rob's cock in the middle. He descended.

Darrel lined up the spike with Rob's nuts, got them centered, and then pierced them! "EMEMMEMEMEMEMMEEMMEMEMEME!!!!!" The other two went in as well, one above and one below the first. Rob was crying.

Darrel was handed a length of chain by Cole. "You're the expert on knots."

He looped a chain around each nail and was sure each spike had a loop going around it before crossing over to the nail on the other side. He did this as tightly as he could and got Rob's nuts involved too. Once he was done Thom went to work with some pliers which were used to bend each nail around like a hook. They were then welded up.

The rod inside Rob's cock and the chains around his cock and balls were all looped up to one loop of metal to a massive chain which was now hanging through the loop Thom installed on the ceiling. Cole, Thom, Darrel, and Grant grabbed it and started heaving. Rob felt them pulling on his dick. The block started rising. Rob started screaming out again as he was suspended upside down and hung by his cock. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

The gang tied the chain off to a loop in the wall. Then everyone stepped back as Harold held out a rune stone. He activated it and sent Rob hanging inside the other dimension.

In the rune Rod's image appeared, his head still motioning about in pain, the stone still lightly swaying form side to side, and his cock and balls still tightly stretched as the chain dug into his skin.

Harold turned the rune upside down. The change in gravity was delayed but abruptly took effect once the one-eighty was completed. Rob seemed to notice it before the brick suddenly came crashing down on his cock. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"

"HEHEHEHE!" Thom laughed. "Let me try." He took the rune, turned it over and much like before Rob suddenly fell with his chained up cock abruptly catching him.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"

Thom turned it over again. And much like before Rob came crashing done on his cock. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

There was no in-between with this rune. Gravity was either all one direction or all in the other. As long as he remained inside he would forever either be hung by his cock or crushing it. Thom took the nail gun and fired a few in the wall in a half circle. There he hung Rob's rune so that he was in the hung position. Rob eventually quieted down as he got used to the constant pain. He could view out the portal and see what was going on at least, however everyone was upside down.

Rex had two eye holes as well but was unable to convey the fact that his cock was slowly being depowered. Grant was staring at him and smirking evilly. This sense of maliciousness was interrupted by the fact that his name had been pulled out of the jar. "What?"

Darrel was holding out the piece of paper with his name on it.

Grant shot angry looks at him and then back at Rex. He was furious. He wanted to enjoy his triumph at least a little longer but as it was he knew Rex was laughing at him.

In the maze Taurus was still running like a champ. Dodging corners as they came, stopping abruptly when he hit a dead end instead of crashing into the wall. He'd run in place a moment, turn around then get going. He was really confident that he was almost at the end when suddenly he turned a corner and found Ox's hooves. One of them had landed up right while the other was flipped on its side. Taurus glanced up at the ceiling and saw the closed trap door. While disheartening, at least he knew he was somewhere in the middle. He pressed onward, ticking and kicking away.

Thom was a little confused. "But, what do we do to a rock?" A valid point, they all huddled up and discussed it a bit, when suddenly Cole realized something about him.

"Grant... Are you sweating?" he asked.

Grant hadn't realized it before but he was in fact perspiring. While entombing Rex as a statue he's actually absorbed too much moisture.

"Yeah he is." Thom said. He walked up to him and scraped his hand against the Gargoyle's four head. He'd cleaned off more than just sweat. "Guahh!" Grant's body had so much moisture that it had a very moldable clay-like quality to it now.

Grant pushed him away. "Watch it!"

Thom backed off but then he started grinning. "I know what we can do to him." He said addressing the others.

Everyone grabbed a plank of wood and started batting Grant's body. Each blow flattened the area it hit. At Thom's command they took special care not to hit him in the dick or balls. Slowly Grant's body lost its well defined muscular good looks that Grant had spent years perfecting. His face was flattened, his neck ballooned out, his shoulders were no longer defined, his arms had connected to his torso, his legs were fused together, his wings had become disturbingly tattered to and balled up looking. Everyone but Thom eventually stopped hitting him as they didn't quite understand what the giant was going for. When he was finally finished Grant was nothing more than a perfectly square block of stone with a cock and balls poking out the top. Thom was looking him over, taking special care that his measurements were right.

Harold used the solar beam again to cement Grant in his new form. Thom left a moment, and then came back wearing some black tinted safety goggles, a shop apron (which his mighty cock still poked out the top of), and lastly a power sander.

He powered it on filling the room with a screeching sound of the device. He circled Grant a bit and then pressed the sander to his cock. "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Grant sounded. Thom didn't let up; he had it pressed hard and firmly down, making big circular motions as he went about smoothening Grant's stump into an ever enlarging pile of dust. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" It was only after he was half way through Grants nub that Thom grew annoyed with Grant's screaming. He let off a moment, glanced over at the guys, then bent down to the side Grant's flattened face was on. He pressed the sander to the stone and in a cartoonish fashion erased Grant's mouth. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Rex was thoroughly enjoying the view. Grant's cock and balls were no more to be seen. All that remained was a perfectly square block of stone. Thom turned off the sander and backed off.

Later on, Darrel got the door. Thom still in his working gear was at the handles hand truck they'd lifted Grant onto. He pushed the cart out into the hall, taking care that as many wheels that could run over Cerberus that could, did so. "EMMMMMM!EMMMMMM!EMMMMMMMM!" Followed by Thom's colossal feet. "EMEMEMEMEMEMMMMMM!" Cole stepped out next making sure his hooves stomped down on the same spot. "EMMMMMEMMMMEMEMEMEMMEMEM!!!" Harold had been riding on top of him so his weight had been added to it. Lastly Darrel backed out shutting the door behind him. He planted both feet on the Welcome Matt and stranded up on his tippy toes before finally leaving with the others. "EMEEMEMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMEM!!!!!" If Cerberus's nuts weren't black before then they were certainly that now.

Being a construction worker Thom knew the codes to the work site where they were storing all the building material. They were building a new bridge so heavy dump trucks would have an easier route getting from the dungeon to the dump site. It was only half completed though and Thom saw to it that Grant had a prime position as one of the top stones in the new road. He'd been careful to measure him so that he'd fit and blend in seamlessly with other stones. They installed him in the road right where tires were sure to drive over. They inserted him so the side where his cock was would be facing up. They didn't know if Gargoyles could feel pain but the constant flow of traffic over that spot would sure remind him of it.

VI.

The gang all made sure to jump onto the Welcome Matt this time upon returning. They were pumped up and ready for more action. Cerberus had taken to counting and trying to guess who it was that stomped him.

"EMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Big heavy guy in boots, that must be Darrel.

"EMEMEMEMMEMEMEEEEEE!!!!!" Hooves. Followed by "EMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEME" Another set of hooves, that must be Cole. He could even sense the small shift in weight as Harold bounced atop his back.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Big feet... and they smell too. Thom.

Cerberus sulked has he heard them chest pounding and bouncing around. There was a flushing sound as someone used the bathroom. Along with the flow of water in pipes he got the idea that something evil was lurking in the tubes as Nimis went to bite the hell out everyone. Within this sound though was something curious... He could hear someone big heavy rushing up. They had hooves too. Cerberus braced for impact. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Taurus kicked in the door still running in place. The gang all turned to him. He looked a giddy school girl pumping his legs, all fired up and yet still rigged with enough explosives to kill everyone in the room.

"GUaHHAHAHA!!!" Thom dove for the bathroom door, but Darrel beat him to it. Cole and he started trying to ram their way inside, while Harold ran to Rob's rune. He held it up shaking him awake. "HOW DO WE DEFUSE THE BOMB!!!!!" Rob started muffeling something back to him but his mouth was chained up good and tight. In all the commotion Harold caught a glance at the wall clock next to him. 5:59am. In a panic Harold conjured up a teleportation spell. Thom and Cole glanced over at him holding up a glowing blue ball of light shouting, "TELEPORT! TELEPORT! TELEPORT!"

Thom and Cole dove for Harold "Take us with you!!!!"

Harold vanished as they both launched themselves mid air. They crashed into the wall, quickly felt around for him, then hugged each other as hard as they could.

Harold had been grasping Rob's rune when he'd teleported out of there. Not his best spell he'd ever caste but it was good enough to get him just outside the room in the hall. Once he appeared he dove to the ground using Rob's rune to shield his head.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!"

Much to his surprise, Harold was alive. The explosion while loud had merely sent a powerful burst of wind storming past him. He got up to the curious sight of the door to the room blown off its hinges and still in the process of slowly falling to the ground. Connecting to it from within the room, were millions of tiny strands of white marshmallow. He watched as the strands grew thinner and thinner and slowly the door conked down over Cerberus. Getting up, he cradled Rob in his arms to investigate.

The entire room was now coated in several inches of white gooey marshmallow. It was caked onto every surface in view of Taurus when he'd exploded. At the epicenter of it all was a big white statue of Taurus in the position he'd been standing in at exactly 6:00am. The stuff was quick to harden and Harold found it tough enough that he could walk on it without getting sticky. The bathroom door had been blow off its hinges as well and pounded Darrel flat against the wall behind it. He was still alive apparently. The door fell to the floor followed by him crashing down onto it. In the corner of the room Thom and Cole in their passionate embrace were entombed in hard marshmallow and secured to the wall.

Suddenly Thom's head started cracking and then exploded revealing his cherry red face beneath. "GUAHAHHHAHAH!!!!"

Cole's face did the same around his mouth but was less expressive. Both men breathed out heavily.

This was not right and warranted investigation. Harold grasped Rob's rune and much like he did before Teleported.

An instant later he reappeared in the room but this time holding the lid to box of TNT they'd used. He read it out loud. "Goblargo's Joke Shop."

Harold held up Rob so they were face to face. In as series a tone he could manage he told him. "Well that was hilarious." Before dropping him to the floor. The marshmallow didn't have the intended effect of shattering the rune sadly. Instead it caught the rune gingerly. Harold was annoyed but shattering it could wait. Cleaning the torture room was his priority now.

It's not clear what spell he was using, but Harold started shooting a purplish beam of light that dissolved the marshmallow wherever it touched. This had the effect of un-painting the room. Most surprisingly of all was when he'd shined it on Taurus how the bull suddenly burst back to life. "GUAHAHAHHAHHHHH!"

Once this was known Harold put special attention toward cleaning him off. Chad's rune was still intact too. Once Taurus's legs were free he went crashing to the floor where he then passed out. Harold refocused on cleaning the room and ridding it of every last bit of marshmallow.

Taurus slowly came around with a splitting headache. Everything was still spinning. He couldn't move at all and he was stuck in this strange bent forward position with his arms going down between his legs and his hooves coming up almost too where his head would be. He was wearing what must have been Ox's leather zipper masks which smelled distinctively musky. He must have drunk a lot of cum in his day. Everyone was looking at him... and strangely he was at eye level despite not standing up.

While he was passed out the gang took the liberty of securing him in a stone block much like Rob was. Taurus's head poked out one end, his cock out the other. They had just finished installing him in one of the maze walls when he came around.

"So this has been fun." Harold said.

Taurus suddenly shivered out to the sensation of hot wax dripping down his cock. They'd balanced a massive candle on the part of his taint between his nuts and the wall.

Thom flicked him right in the nose ring as the gang all walked off.

Taurus was blushing with delight. The hot wax dripping down his cock, a stream started forming between his nuts. He loved this.

VII.

Thom reached into the jar, pulled out a piece of paper and read out the name, "Thom." It took a second and then. "Oh."

All the cement had been used up so it was back to leather, chains, and toys. The box of Duct Tape however had been just itching to be used this whole time so the three of them went at it, turning Thom into a mummy. First they did his arms and legs up individually, and then attached them together with his legs crossing his chest. His mouth was clamped open and left alone. Once he was sufficiently wrapped they tucked him away into one of Darrel's sleep sacks he'd brought along. It had a hood for the head.

Among the pile of stuff was a metal coffin intended for a giant. One of the Demon's had brought it along. The insides were padded with a shape that Thom fit into perfectly. It had build in seat belts for around the ankles, knees, thighs, abs, twice across the chest, one for the neck, and another over the four head.

The lid to the coffin had holes for his face and cock to poke through. While Cole and Darrel secured the screws to the lid, Harold attached a cock rune to Thom's mouth and cock. He activated the runes and the two snapped together sealing Thom inside, his enormous cock and balls out one end and his gaping mouth out the other.

For lack of ideas that's where they ended with Thom's punishment for now. They'd surely think of something but the remaining three were eager to finish.

Much to his delight Darrel's name was the next to get picked. "YES!" He jumped for joy unzipping the flaps for his suit so the extra folds of his built in sleep sack could be put on him. Cole and Harold just stood there and watched as Darrel basically bound himself up. The sleep sack flaps for his legs needed to be zipped up from the front and behind and demanded his legs be tight together. It was a pain in the ass to get started but quickly did its job once he got there. The front zipper stopped right under his nuts, and the back ones stopped just below his ass. He zipped up his back flaps first and then turned to them for help zipping up the front, as his arms were now required to go in their individual sleeves. Cole helped him zip up the front then returned the dildo pacifier to Darrel's mouth.

Out of the front hung two flaps that needed to be zipped around Darrel's cock. The lower parts came together to form a tight fitting pocket around his black ball sack, the inside of which was full of spikes. It was complete with a cord that, once pulled, tightened the sack considerably and got a good response out of Darrel.

Before zipping his cock up completely they rolled his dick around in itching powder. The inside of his cock flaps had little rubber nubs that dug into his penis as they zipped it up. It was a full size or two too small for his cock to fit in comfortable so they spikes did their job.

Not wanting to be wasteful, they zipped him up in a second sleep sack. This one was white and in the style of a straight jacket for the mentally insane. They blind folded him, and then tucked him into the second metal coffin. Because of the second sleep sack it was a more snug fit. His cock and face hung out the lid just as Thom's did. Harold cock runed him and they were left with two dildo's they didn't know what to do with.

Cole and Harold were left in an awkward moment. It was just them left, and only one name left in the jar. There was something that bothered Cole but he passed it off as nerves and anxiety about getting picked. Sure enough when Harold dumped the last paper out of the jar the name on it read "Cole."

"Awwww fuck!" Cole said.

Twirling his finger, Harold conjured up a cowboy hat, which appeared mid spin around it. He put it on.

In no time at all Cole was bound up in a straight jacket, strapped into a fuck swing, his legs tight up close to his body, and a fucking machine positioned up his ass.

Harold had just gotten a cock rune around Cole's dick when the horse uttered. "Wait!!! Why was my name the only one left in the jar? Where was your name!?!?"

Harold hopped up on a step ladder. "That reminds me." He strapped a ball gag right in Cole's mouth. It had straps for his head to hold the blinds over his eyes.

"MurfURUKUDUKURDDADDA!!!!" Cole hollered, whipping his tail around furiously. Harold didn't like how that looked so he zapped it with a little magic. Cole's tail hair straightened then went to neatly braiding itself into and charming handle of 5 inches tall. While he was at it he increased the speed of the fucking machine.

The other cock rune was slipped on over Cole's nose. The rune activated trapping Cole and the fucking machine inside.

Harold assembled everyone on the table. Thom, Darrel, and Cole were all cock runed and laid next to one another. Chad and Rob's runes were off to the side.

Harold took Chad's rune, aimed it at a barren corner and freed him. Chad appeared somewhat dazed and confused, still bound in the fuck swing with the anvil up his ass. Harold walked over to him, slapped a cock rune on over his dick and nuts, and attached the other to his un-gagged mouth. Trapping him again, Chad's cock poked out one side of the rune with his lips at the other. Harold held him by the cock and returned him to the table.

Next he grabbed Rob's rune. Rather than freeing him though he decided he'd toss him into the rune crusher. It was a device like a medieval paper shredder with spiked pillars designed to crush runes into dust and let the remains fall into the hourglass below. Feeding Rob in while in the hanging position seemed appropriate as it looked like he was dangling. Rob yelled out in protest but Harold didn't care at all. In he went.

While Rob was shredding away, Harold went back to inspect his cocks and think of what to do next. Much to his surprise thought he door burst open. Taurus the Minotaur entered.

Earlier in the maze he had been enjoying himself so much that he couldn't help but shift about. The joys of searing hot delight dripping down his cock made him all giddy with joy to the point where the brick actually fell out of the wall... on to his dick. And it did so hard enough that a crack was sent down the middle. Taurus was only a few jerks away from freedom.

Taurus was down on his knees begging Harold to make him like the others. Harold sighed with relief. He thought for a moment he was going to get his face stomped in for cheating. The moment was perfect and only ruined by the fact that when Taurus flung open the door that Rex's penis fell off. Taurus inspected the hollow shell, then went to knock on Rex's head. Rex's cement head and torso collapsed in on itself sending shards down into the empty leg holes.

Ignoring that whole thing the two were willing to move on with things. Taurus was bound up in the rest of Ox's bondage suit. Harold improved upon it by using the last four normal runes in a unique way. He activated the portals to them and had Taurus insert his arms and legs into individual runes, in a sense putting them into magical storage. The tingling sensation numbed them and it was like he had no arms and legs at all. Harold attached them both with duct tape and leather straps.

Taurus was really really excited that this was finally happening to him. "Now you'll make sure I find a good home right?!?!" He said wagging his happy little dick.

"Sure." Harold replied in as ordinary a tone as possible.

One last leather harness was put around Taurus so he could be suspended by the ceiling. There was a strap holding up his neck, and two others one below the arm and one above the legs.

The very last fucking machine was lubed up and primed, then inserted into Taurus's ass. In hindsight he got the better of the two fucking machines. Cole's didn't have the auto lubing feature, nor did it come with its own tray to catch and reuse the excess the flowed out.

Harold zipped Taurus's mouth shut. He put the first cock rune on over his nose. Taurus seemed to have stars in his eyes. His heart was racing. The second rune was inserted along his cock tickling him as it went. Taurus's balls were too big for it but Harold found a way to make them fit through anyhow. Taurus watched as everything turned green. There was a flash and slowly Taurus found himself in his own personal 12' by 12' pocket dimension. At first he noticed the front of his nose had disappeared, apparently stuck between worlds and for the most part he couldn't move it. The portal was stationary and graphing him pretty tight. His cock and balls were on the ground. It was kind of odd feeling Harold's hand grab it and swing it around a little as he walked about. He could feel the air passing over him. A wooden table pressed against his cock and rolled along until he was pressing again another dick. He could smell someone's nuts and he thought to himself "This is so Awesome!"

VIII.

Harold inserted 5 long metal rods into the ceiling. Onto each rod he inserted a cock. From left to right he inserted Thom, then Darrel, then Cole, then Chad, then Taurus. The rods were thick enough to stretch out each one's urethra so they didn't fall off immediately. Below each of them hung a shoot that lead down to a basket. "Alright everyone, I'm giving you all the option to pick your fate. First ones to fall off and I'll fill your dick with bubbling silicone rubber among other things, and give your shaft a nice coat at well." He clapped his hands. "So who wants it?"

Thom was yelling with his open mouth and trying his hardest to tighten his cock up. He sounded genuinely worried about that. "AHHHHAHHAHAHAH!!!"

Darrel was squirming about but unfortunately had sunk the lowest. Years of jamming things in his cock certainly wasn't helping him out now. "EMMMMMMMM!!!"

Cole's ball gage was pumping in and out a little as he made groaning noises almost like he was constipated or something. " EMMMMM!".... "EMMMMMM!" He sounded the calmest of them all.

Chad despite not being gagged at all was clenching his teeth and not making much of any sounds at all.

Taurus was the only one enthusiastically trying to fall and appeared to be chanting. "YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!"

Darrel was the first to drop. He hollered all the way down. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Thom was the next to fall, his giant sized cock was already larger than normal. Taurus dropped down shortly after and seemed to be yelling "WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Harold lifted the three of them up. "Our Winners."

There wasn't a whole lot of silicone rubber to go around otherwise Harold would have done all five of them up like that. The first mix was dyed black to match Darrel's style. Darrel managed to spit out the pacifier while Harold positioned him to have his cock filled with red hot rubber. "Hay, You can't do this man, I just want to cum first. Come on, let me cum one last time!!!" Harold had a big heaping scoop of hot rubber. "PLEASE!!!!! AHHHHHHHH---EMMMMMMMM!!!!" Harold had already dumped the scoop into the funnel when he'd finally managed to get the word please out.

"Oh now you say please." Harold said jamming something in Darrel's mouth. Darrel felt around at this hose like thing in his mouth.

Harold had inserted the feeding end of the Cole's Cum Master 9000 into Darrel's mouth. He'd given Darrel's cock a quick dip in the hot rubber before hanging by the rune out to dry.

Cole's Cum Master 9000 had multiple sucking ports meant for some intense nipple play. He inserted Thom, Taurus, Cole, and Chad into the sucking ends of the Cum Master 9000 then turned it on. The four of them went cross-eyed with delight, not that anyone could see that. "My gift to you gentlemen," Harold said.

Taurus was the first to blow. Literally his sucking end deployed with air bags as he spewed rich Minotaur cum into the mix. Chad, and Cole were next and both pretty much blew at the same time. Thom outdid them all when his attachment blew as he had the most cum that needed to be squeezed out. Darrel's mouth was quickly flooded with cum which he drank out of anger.

This was all just to kill time as Harold got Thom's flesh tone silicon rubber mix read.

Darrel had guzzled down all the cum the machine had to offer so Harold reinserted his pacifier and sealed it to his face with silicone. He rested him down on the table with the others and grabbed Thom. Tragically Harold had to turn to Taurus real fast and give him the bad news. "Hay Sorry guy, I only have enough silicone to turn Thom into a dildo."

"Rawwwwww." Taurus whimpered.

"Yeah I know, you can blame him for having such a large dick." Harold said.

He put Taurus in a basket with the others. Cole, Chad, and Darrel were all in there wagging their cocks about.

Harold was buys with Thom. His gaping mouth was an issue so he inserted a fake vagina with muscular looking shaft end that was inserted down Thom's throat. Thom's cock was overflowing with flesh tone rubber that spewed out of him like a volcano. Harold quickly dipped his cock in the bowl for a coat, all the while trying not to get splashed upon. Handling Thom's massive cock was much like handling a fish. And in all the commotion Harold suddenly heard screaming from the basket.

Going back in time a few moments, Chad was hungry. He smelled Minotaur beef around him, so he started to probe around with his tongue. He tasted something leather and assumed that was it. Using his tongue like a tactical he moved his mouth right up and along the shaft, and once he found the tip he pulled it inside and bit his razor sharp fangs right down into Darrel's cock. Munching away he pulled Darrel's cock down his throat deeper and deeper, all the while spreading his dick into little pieces. Approaching the balls Chad wiped out his tongue and pulled them right inside to be crushed. He'd eaten Darrel's dick clean off from the rune. And as for all that whimpering ... well Chad thought he might as well go ahead and finish the job. He pulled Darrel's rune into his mouth, snapped it in two then crunched it up good and thin, then swallowed it all to be digested, getting rid of all of the evidence.

Harold flung open the lid to the bin. Cole and Taurus where at opposite ends of the bin, both were whimpering and pissing themselves. Chad's cock was more erect and proudly wagging in the middle, trying to not look suspicious. Then Chad burped out the smell of penis breath. A moment passed and he knew Harold was giving him the evil eye. "What?"

Harold removed Chad from the bin and marched right into the bathroom. "Awww come one, I was hungry!" He dropped Chad's cock right into Nimis's mouth. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Nimis made short work of Chad's manhood, and much like he'd done to Darrel's rune, Nimis crunched Chad's rune and swallowed him.

IX

On the way to the Black Lagoon, Harold stopped off at a random treasure chest. It was in plain sight at the end of a hall filled with traps. Its intent was to kill off the hero problem whenever it wondered in. Harold opened the chest up then sighed. "Guhhh, Nothing but gold and jewels." With a snap of his finger all of it vanished. He placed Thom inside. "Now when the heros show up and find you, I suggest you pucker up. They came all the way down here risking life and limb and they're sure as hell not leaving empty handed." He closed the lid leaving the giant grunting.

The Black Lagoon got its name from the murky waters that often turned into great swales of mud. It was inside a massive cave, pitch black except for what light fishermen brought with them, and its surface was completely motionless.

Harold sat at the edge of a dock that leads out far over the waters. The water was some 50' below and was much deeper than that. He had a fishing rod with him. His hand reached down into the bin and grabbed Cole's cock first. "Ohhh a nice long worm." He said inserting a hook right into Cole's cock. He'd done it at that tender spot below the cock head so it looped up out his dick hole as a piercing would.

"EMMMMMMM!!!!" Cole hollered.

"Now the fun thing to know about that ball gag is that it floats." He said.

Cole's cock was bleeding a little. "Ohh all the sharks and Paraná Men will be drawn right to you."

"Ruuutttt!?!?!" Cole hollered.

Harold casted him off. Cole's cock went hurling out into the distance. It was some time before he finally went plop into the water. Cole sank from the momentum then surfaced with the aid of his ball gag. There he bobbed up and down. Harold helped the effect by pulling in some line and tugging a little. "AHHHHHH!!!!" Cole bubbled out. The water was slightly salty here and that made Cole's dick burn.

Suddenly Harold herd foot steps behind him. Behind him were two Orcs armed with sticks, harpoons, and carried a bucket of chum. The sticks were actually very inferior looking fishing rods.

They were very muscular, green skinned, men that had very demon-like solid gold eyes that let them see in the dark. They wore leather thongs and vests, and had long braided black hair. "Ohh Fish Hunter." One said. "Me name Grunt, Him Chip Chop. How things bite today?"

Harold moved to the side to let them have a space to cast off. "I just got here actually."

Grunt dumped his bucket of chum into the water. It was a slurry of left over flesh, bones, and trash they'd accumulated in a bucket. The two attached bits of meat to their lines and casted off.

Chip Chop looked down into Harold's bag. "Hmmm What you use for bate?"

"Oh that." Harold said. "That's just a Minotaur I trapped inside a rune. Down in the water I got a Centaur." Harold gave him a little tug.

"Neat!" Chip Chop said.

Grunt launched his harpoon blindly into the water.

The three stood there in silence other than one of the Orcs farting though Harold wasn't sure which it was. What felt like twenty minutes but was really five passed by and suddenly Harold caught something. "I got something!" He reeled it in. As it emerged up to eye level where Cole's cock had been hanging from was now a small sort of shark that had swallowed Cole's cock whole.

"You catch good!" Grunt said.

The cave trembled, the water became choppy sending massive waves splashing everywhere, and suddenly the largest fish Harold had ever seen filled the space from as far to the left to as far to the right as Harold could see. Its mouth came up out of the water, and closed around Harold's catch snapping his rod clean off. The massive fish cannon balled back into the water taking the little shark and Cole along with it.

Harold, Chip Chop, and Grunt all packed up their things. "Well that's enough fishing for today." They dashed off the peer as fast as they could.

Reaching dry land Harold opened up his bin and pulled out Taurus. "Here you guys can have this."

Grunt grunted at it. He held Taurus up by his nose ring and started tickling his nuts. Taurus stated laughing. "Ohh, Magic Minotaur Dick!"

Harold waved goodbye, "Take good care of him now." Harold didn't simply abandon Taurus to just anyone. As an Incubus he could sense sexuality, fetishes, turn offs and so on. He was leaving the bull in good hands.

X.

Back at their lair, Chip Chop and Grunt had started making out. The wrapped their arms around each other's muscular bodies. Their hands slowly lowering down their backs, each of them thrusting their erections across one another. Taurus liked what he could hear and was firming up on the table next to them. It wasn't long before Grunt reached down and grabbed Taurus's cock. He unzipped his mouth and pressed his green cock to Taurus's mouth. A moment later Taurus's cock got a wicked slap. "Hay! Open stupid!" Taurus obeyed.

Grunt slid Taurus's mouth over his cock as though he were wearing a cock sheath. Letting go his cock supported the weight of Taurus's cock.

Chip Chop was impressed. He got down on his knees and started licking the bulls cock. He slobbered his way all up and down, grabbed both men by the nuts and tugged on them just a little.

Grunt grabbed Chip Chop's head. This was the sign for him to get down on all fours and open his mouth. Grunt inserted Taurus's cock right down poor Chip Chop's throat. The concerned look on his face grew ever more alarming with every inch getting inserted. His throat expanded and puffed up along with his cheeks, which Grunt eventually stuffed with Taurus's nuts. "Now hold him." Grunt instructed.

Grunt tried to pull out but Taurus was still gripping his cock. Rolling his eyes he slapped Chip Chop. "Open up Stupid!" Chip Chop bit down on Taurus's cock slowly until finally he got the idea that that command was intended for him.

Free, Grunt stepped back a little and admired Chip Chop's pressured situation. He was sweating from the hot Minotaur cock inside him.

Satisfied, Grunt started poking Chip Chop in the face with his cock. Slowly he worked his way around back to Taurus's mouth and once he found it, started fucking him. Chip Chop got in on it bobbing his head in and out.

After a few moments Grunt pulled out. He kicked Chip Chop to roll over onto his back. Masturbating, he knelt down so their cocks met. He got both hands involved now, stroking Chip Chop's cock as well. For comfort reasons Chip Chop couldn't bend his neck at all and was staring off at the wall. His eyes had teared up.

Grunt started cumming all over Chip Chop's chest, and made it a point to spread it out across his pecs.

After he was done he put it cock around to Taurus's mouth. This time he got the message and started licking to clean it off. Grunt inserted himself and started pissing. He found it cleaned out all of the excess cum and prevented cock pains later on. Taurus was a little surprised by this but drank it up. He was thirsty after all. Chip Chop was a little taken aback by what was going on.

Pulling out, Grunt went back around and got down on all fours between Chip Chop's legs. He started sucking the orc off. As he did so Chip Chop started rubbing the cum around on his chest. It wasn't long before Grunt had him cumming across his abs and he started rubbing that all around as well.

Grunt came around and put his fist through Taurus's nose ring; like a plug he pulled the massive Minotaur cock out of Chip Chip's mouth. It was damp and soggy. Chip Chop was gasping out heavily. His throat had been stretched and jaw was sore from Taurus's nuts.

Grunt grasped Taurus by the cock and lowered him mouth first down onto Chip Chop's chest. "Now you clean!" He said poking his nose down twice. Taurus didn't get it at all. "You Clean!" Grunt started smearing his nose in it. Finally Taurus started sticking his big tongue out and lapping up the cum as much as he could. Chip Chop started giggling. Taurus's tongue was a masterful probe investigating every opening it could get access to. Grunt slowly moved him from left to right. His pecs were left clean and shinning with Minotaur spit and now his abs were getting a good cleaning. Taurus drilled down into his belly button before lastly being moved over Chip Chop's cock. Grunt inserted him down in there making sure he got his nuts in his mouth as well.

Grunt backed off, turned around, lay down onto a table and parted his legs. Chip Chop got the message and was impressed that he thought his ass could take the Minotaur's cock. He might as well be fisting him with both arms.

Chip Chop got up and had to hold Taurus's cock up right to aim it in position. He slowly eased the surrogate penis inside. Grunt legs slowly parted farther and farther until they lifted up off the ground. The table was pressed against the wall. Grunt's eyes were as wide as they could go. He reached up for a hand axe and put the handle in his mouth so he could have something to bite into.

Chip Chop went to start fucking him but found Taurus was fairly stuck enough that he couldn't move him particularly fast. Pulling out also hurt his cock so instead he ended up pulling out and using both his hands to grasp the rune. Fucking Grunt was a total workout.

Taurus's nose was face to face with Chip Chop and the bull started flicking out his tongue to see if he wanted to kiss. Chip Chop wasn't interested, so he zipped Taurus's mouth shut.

Grunt had started crying from how massive Taurus's cock was compared to his ass. The bull's nuts were like weighted balls; they'd started knocking under the table, something that Chip Chop was proud he could achieve.

After a few minutes of heavy pumping Chip Chop told Taurus, "You tell me when you about to cum!" Which he said just in time. Taurus started yelling out a muffled hum. At first Chip Chop thought this was him agreeing but Taurus kept on making the sound. Chip Chop got his foot up against the table and pulled Taurus out from Grunt's ass. Grunt was biting down as hard as he could.

Freed! Chip Chop went flying back, both hands grasping the rune. As he slammed into the floor he threw Taurus's cock behind him. Taurus flew spiraling backward before lawn darting cock first right into an open trunk of leather bondage gear. Taurus started cumming. The contents of the trunk started rising up before white globs of cum started exploding out various holes, chains, breathing tubes, bits of rope, leather masks.

Taurus was very satisfied with the way that went.

Chip Chop and Grunt were somewhat annoyed though. "Stupid Minotaur!" Chip Chop yelled. He pulled up his favorite anal plug. Grunt was mad too but in too much pain to care as much. Chip Chop pulled the hand axe out of Grunt's mouth and pressed the blade against Taurus's nuts. "You lick everything clean In Trunk, Or I Chop Off NUTS!" He slammed the lid shut then charged off into the other room.

The lid had slammed against Taurus's nose drilling his cock deeper into the mass of leatherwork and fetish gear. He didn't if he should take the threat seriously or not. Though these where Orcs after all, so they were more than likely to chop his nuts off anyway. Taurus's nose nuzzled around to move him along the lid so he could start licking. The problem there was the fact that his mouth was still zipped shut. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Two days later Grunt had just finished lifting weights. He hadn't been anywhere near the torture room since that night. It's only now that he'd heard Taurus crying out. He went in, flipped the lights on and investigated Taurus's moaning.

Taurus was actually crying out for two reasons. The first was that he was hungry. No one was feeding him down here and his zipped mouth wasn't helping that. The second was that his nuts were swollen. Minotaur nuts slowly inflate with cum and need to be emptied periodically to relieve the pressure.

Grunt opened the trunk. Taurus was in there moaning out in pain. Grunt scoffed at all the stains of cum all over everything still. "Stupid Minotaur!" He groaned. He pulled Taurus out of the clothing heap then unzipped his mouth. "You better get started!" Grunt dropped him in the trunk then slammed the lid shut.

Before the lid closed Taurus barely got the word "FOOD!!!" out. Grunt took this to mean that he could finally start licking cum.

Taurus started licking everything that he could and as much as he could. The taste of leather was everywhere. He sucked it out of breathing tubes, licked the insides of a gas mask out, he somehow managed to turn a glove inside out. He worked well into the night licking licking and licking, and all the while whimpering.

On the following day Chip Chop opened the trunk. Taurus wasn't anywhere in sight so he started inspecting everything. It was all black leather so any sort of cum should be easy to spot. He pulled out everything one by one and inspected it all before tossing it to the floor. He eventually found Taurus stuck in a boot nose first as far as he could go. The bull's cock stood firmly erect. Chip Chop removed the boot without any favoritism, his inspection was systematic and he held Taurus to the up most scrutiny. The entire inside of the trunk had been licked spotless.

"Chip Chop Impressed." He said. Taurus was relieved to hear that. He started wagging his cock about. "Yeah You Good Minotaur." He said. "Here You Eat This." He shoved a balled up pair of socks into Taurus's mouth and zipped it shut. "You Earn It."

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Taurus hollered out.

"What? You No Like."

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

"Hmm You Have Stinky Dick."

Upstairs Grunt was lying on the couch and awakened by the smell of something delicious. He got up and followed his nose into the kitchen. The indoor grill was lit and its rotisserie turned on. He raised the hood. Taurus was strung up by his nose at one end and by a rod jammed down his cock at the other. He was slowly rotating and cooking at around 475F. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Grunt closed the hood. Taurus's screaming was instantly muffled.

Chip Chop came back inside. He was wearing an apron, a chef's hat and oven mitts. Not paying attention to Grunt, he opened the oven and pulled out a tray of hot and spicy onion rings, and hot peppers. He placed the try on the counter and dropped the hot peppers into a bowl of Sloppy Joe that had been warming up on the stove. Finally ready he opened the grill hood. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Taurus shouted the whole time as Chip Chop killed the heat and removed him from the grill. First he'd freed Taurus's nose, and then lifted him by the rod shoved in his cock. Taurus looked like a corndog at this point. He lowered the bull down into a novelty over sized hotdog bun that Taurus's cock was still too big for. Squeezing, he pulled the rod out of Taurus's cock. Steam bellowed out of the bulls aching cock hole.

Chip Chop inserted a funnel into Taurus's cock and began ladling in the Sloppy Joe, hot peppers and all.

Grunt loved watching him work and thought he was doing this all for him.

Once Taurus's cock was filled Chip Chop started placing all the onion rings around the bull's cock.

Grunt was drooling at this point.

Chip Chop basted on the BBQ sauce, Mustard, and Ketchup. Taurus found the cooler liquids soothing then yelled out in terror as Chip Chop chipped off his cock. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Rather than putting Taurus's hotdog on a plate for Grunt though, he tipped Taurur's rune flat on the table and inserted it tip first down Taurus's throat. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Grunt got an erection somehow from the odd sight of watching all that beef vanish into the table. There was something about the empty void beneath the table where Taurus's rune was that he found particularly alluring. He could almost see Taurus choking on his own cock.

Taurus's nuts were so fat and swollen that they get stuck on the portal to the rune. Chip Chop had to force one in first and then the other, which he did with a kitchen mallet meant for meat tenderizing. Once both nuts were inside, he zipped Taurus's mouth and pushed the bull's nose inside the rune.

With nothing to hold the portal open in place, a barrier of transparent energy appeared and prevented anything from passing in or out.

Chip Chop grabbed the rune disk and took it out into the next rune. Taurus was frantically trying to push his nose back through. As that didn't work he started looking out to see what was going on. Chip Chop was masturbating front and center then he changed the angle so Taurus was staring up at his nuts, cock, fist, and evil grin. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Taurus yelled. Chip Chop turned the rune to show Taurus the Rune Crusher in the middle of the rune. It was like a massive medieval paper shredder meant for grinding up stone into dust. Taurus started shaking his head NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Chip Chop got off on the way Taurus was shaking his head. He turned the blades on and held Taurus's rune right over them while they got up to speed. The way Taurus's puffy cock filled cheeks shook as he shook his head NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! just summed up his whole domination fetish. In a moment he'd drop the stone, Taurus would be trapped inside it forever, castrated, fed his own cock, and fucked for all eternity. Chip Chop was in danger of cumming right there and then so he let go.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Taurus yelled out as the rune got caught by the first set of rotating spiked pillars. They were the slowest set that rotated and intended to drill into the rune, crack it, and send the larger pieces down into the next set of pillars. Taurus's face remained visible until a crack punctured right up through his face. The image of the screaming bull shaking his head NO NO NO vanished, and was replaced by the solid stone of the rune itself.

The Rune Crusher made short work of the rune once it was fully inside. The pieces were smashed, chewed up, and broken down into tiny grains of sand which all collected down at the bottom of the machine into an hour glass. As the last grains of the Rune fell down inside Chip Chop was down on his knees ready to bust a load. He timed it perfectly. Moments after he was sure the last grain had fallen he pulled the glass over aimed his penis inside and started cumming. His white spooge splashed up against the sides and coated its way down into the lower area. It pooled at the opening before slowly draining down. The rune dust became covered in it, contaminated and even less likely to ever be reformed into its original shape.

Chip Chop slapped the lid on. He plopped the hourglass on the table. "End of dat."

Inside the rune Taurus was shaking about in furry. The realization that they'd just cut off his dick and fed it to him was starting to sink in. He was left only to contemplate the fact that they'd sealed him inside the rune, strung up and to be fucked for all eternity. Taurus eventually calmed down, and then he huffed.

Epilogue.

Cerberus remained under the doormat and was stepped on by all passersby. Most infuriating of all was that fact that the new tenant was a mailman and each morning a massive pile of entwined newspapers were dropped on Cerberus's nose, crushing his balls. Eventually the rune couldn't take the constant weight and shattered shortly after pressing his noses into the rune one last time. The process castrated all three of his dicks. The rune itself remains in place and a simple repair spell could be used to reopen the portal and free Cerberus, who is now fixed. Unfortunately the amount of wear and tear on the hallway tiles is slowly cracking the stones away and it's most likely to be paved over or passed off as just another pothole in the floor. Cerberus now hops up and down fucking himself for to pass the time and for fun and exercise.

Nimis's rune slowly eroded away with time. The process left him castrated and with the front parts of his fangs removed. His cock, and teeth washed down into the sewers almost immediately. The rune itself was already in bad enough shape to be repaired when the incident happened. Today it's eroded away completely and a fresh urinal cake now rests in its spot. In the other dimension Nimis spends time rolling around on his spikes. The rocking motion of which can be felt by Chad who is still being fucked by the anvil.

Chad is haunted by Nimis watching over him and very much aware his motions cause him to be fucked up the ass by an anvil. Chad had nothing to do but glare his fangs all day and sulk, remembering the good time when he ate a Giant's black dick.

Darrel remains mummified in multiple leather sleep sacks, sucking away on his pacifier and lamenting the slight pain between his legs. He spends most of his days trying to sleep. The rocking motions of Chad getting fucked seem to help with this.

Botheler is bored out of his mind as he's bound and gagged in the fuck swing with the anvil up his ass. He regularly makes an effort to swing and let the anvil fuck him as much as he can bare it.

Ox died immediately and was only conscious for a brief instant to almost have been able to hear a ringing in his ears.

Grant to this day moans every a dump truck drives over the sore spot where his cock used to be. He wishes they had molded him into any other shape but this.

Rex is unfortunately still alive though unconscious of the fact. The worms depowered his cock completely, then nuts, before making short work of the rest of his body. They were quick to reproduce and upon hollowing him out completely, they bored into the floor where they feast upon anything living to this day. What remains of Rex now fills the tunnels where the worms excremental shortly after leaving the statue.

Thom had long since given up on humanity and his new favorite thing to do is suck as much piss and cum out of whatever adventurer has the balls enough to let their dick enter his void. He's become something of a local tourist attraction among barbarians venturing into the dungeon and the beasts that roam those halls. Though many try and pleasure his dick all they want none of them seem to understand he'll probably never cum again. He thinks of his dick now more as a lethal and deadly weapon than an organ meant for reproduction.

Rob's hourglass has become lost to time. Harold had hung onto it for a while but lost interest when he realized he wasn't sure if Rob was crushing his cock or hanging by it. Rob himself has lost all hope of ever being free and expects someday that the hourglass will break anyhow. As it stands though today he believes the hourglass is in good hands. Every now and then he can smell lemon squares and snicker doodles baking and believes all his cock related pains stem from a sweet old lady using him as a timer.

Cole got stuck in the shark's stomach leaving his nose to dangle over the digestive juices and hungry baby sharks. He managed to pull is hose back in time but his cock on the other hand was stuck at the mercy of the digestive acids of the Mega Serpent that ate the shark. He had the displeasure of feeling his cock digest away before the rune finally snapped. The rune was eventually crapped out in the form of a misty cloud and floats today as part of the debris that gives the Black Lagoon its name.

Taurus is still being fucked by the fucking machine though to his surprise a ghostly image of Harold appeared some months after he was trapped inside it. "So here you are." Harold said. Taurus's eyes lit up and he started shaking with joy at the sight of anything new! Harold's ghostly image walked forward and examined everything, grabbing the rope and testing the tension then he went ahead and sat down on Taurus's rocking back. "Yep, I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd see how things were doing. That dumb Orc came all over the hourglass so you're trapped here for good." Taurus sighed. "So the one thing I can do for you is crank up the speed on the fucking machine." Taurus's head lifted up. "Yeah wow this is only at 3, and it goes up to 15!" Harold explained examining the control panel. He cranked it up all the way as far as it would go. Taurus's solid image blurred with the movement.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

The sound of him getting fucked up the ass and screaming was deafening. Harold cupped his mouth to yell. "SO I'M GOING TO BREAK THE HOURGLASS AND POUR THE RUNE INTO A MOLD FOR A RUBBER DILDO! SO YOUR DREAM WILL COME TRUE AFTER ALL!"

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Harold didn't quite know how to end the conversation other than to admire the blurry image of a Minotaur forming a half circle as his ass got rammed. After a few moments he vanished.

Harold in his true form had been holding the hourglass up to his four head. No longer projecting himself into the rune he opened his eyes. He put the plane and ordinary looking hourglass down on the table. In time he'd do as he said he would and mix it into the mold. But for now he had someplace he had to be.

Harold still arranged high stakes games of chance where he cheats demons, immortals, and horny creature's of interest into being trapped inside of runes and either bound or fucked for all eternity.