Abandoned with Power
I'm not even sure I'm happy about this story turning me on, and I don't think anyone should be. This is a story about Torture on a massive scale and nothing should be repeated in real life. It is a fantasy and nothing more.
Mage was one of the last survivors of the earth quake. The city of darkness had been carved from the stone under the black mountain. The perfect society as dreamed by some nameless demon hell bent on destroying the world. Perhaps it was his greed of precious metals that caused the city to collapse but that didn't matter now. Days have gone by and still they hadn't found the others. What used to be a population of 6000 was now only 200 or so "Monsters," consisting of Minotaurs, Giants, Wolf Men, assorted Demons, and even a few Centaurs. Worst of all, Mage thought, they were all male. There had been females from the breeding stocks but they'd vanished shortly after being discovered.
As far as he could tell he was the only one left who knew magic. This was his first advantage. The second was how much small he was then everyone else. Before the quake his job had been to speed up the production of soldiers. Namely using his power to sculpt the minions into muscular beasts that could trample the enemy under their feet, and to ensure insemination into their females. A certain respect was given to him as a result, and besides he was to tiny a meal for any of them.
It had been almost a month now since they'd lost contact with the outside world and hope of being found had long since vanished. The stone was to solid to dig though. Mage had the ability to magically teleport himself out of this hell hole but the only place to go was the surface. The trouble here was not knowing how deep he was in the earth. If he teleported to shallow he'd appear in solid rock, to high and he may fall to his death. The only source of light now, besides magical torches, was the massive lake of lava form the inactive volcano the mountain was build under. Despite being underground the magma stone was actually very clean. The bricks forged with it were smooth, shiny, and, to a point, reflective. Most of the remaining structures were made out of it. It's likely the only reason they could still breath was from the heat of the lava escaping somewhere in the ceiling; this would draw air in from other places but who can say where they were. Air was the least of their worries as they've long since been without food. Cannibalism was now a common thing. Mage despised the act at first and only accepted it in private later. Magically food would vanish and appear in his quarters.
Besides all this however, there was yet another problem. Part of the magical enhancements the monsters had received required repeat visits. Because Mage wasn't powerful enough to attend them all he didn't bother with them. An after effect from missing a treatment was a permanently erect penis. Because of this he knew it wouldn't be long before he was raped. On this fact though he was wrong, he was the last person they wanted to rape. Even so he made a big announcement one night that he was teleporting to the surface to look for help, what he actually did though was teleport to his room and eliminate the door from existance. From here he could use his magic mirror to observe them.
*Setting Up*
As much as he wanted to escape, he just couldn't pass up the chance to play god. First, he though he needed a setting. He found a building that over looked the Minotaur's maze. Everyone pretty much kept to themselves and no one would notice if he added a bunch of traps, and cleaned up a bit. The Minotaurs least of all would notice if anything had changed in their maze. Magically walls altered themselves, stones moved and walls expanded. Eventually there was only one entrance left inside the building.
Next, he felt he needed allies. He wanted the game to proceed as smoothly as possible without anyone suspecting his involvement. Thankfully the Giants who worked in the torture chamber were among those still alive. There were only 6 of them but that should be enough. Their lives had become very boring in their eyes. Having a somewhat demented childhood they loved hurting things and causing pain. They had a certain destructive nature about them with no regard for anyone around them. None of them so much as questioned Mage's motives, they followed his orders obedient. It's this mentality of thinking that has ended empires before. For now though they sat on the sidelines.
Giants were huge humanoids with probably some of the largest dicks in the world. Giving themselves oral was easy enough when erect. Many of them could even swallow their own penis several feet or more. They were an olive gold color with oily skin.
Mage began setting up. His first target was a Wolf Man because he was fuzzy. Enticed in the building by a magically produced odor, he curiously sniffed the air thinking it was food. Upon his third step into the building he was attacked by straps of leather. "Hay What the-" They bound around his mouth tightly as others forced his hands to his back. He fumbled around until more straps bound around his feet and he fell stiffly into a coffin-like wooden box that nailed itself shut. The box rolled about towards the door to a hole that appeared just before the entrance. It fell into place horizontal to the door and fit perfectly. The mid section opened itself revealing the Wolf Man's big red dick. Something in the box forced his ass to raise up almost pushing him out. Down flew a shag doormat with a hole in the middle, the Wolf Man's dick slid threw. It read "Wipe Your Feet" followed by a happy face. The Wolf Man was now a doormat.
Mage was pleased with how well he'd enchanted the objects. It went down perfectly for his first victim. His heart was racing from watching it all and he was slightly aroused. If only the females hadn't all be killed or eaten. (He had made a search for them but nothing.) Now it was time for his second victim.
The Wolf Man/Doormat tried to scream as it's penis was smooched under the weight of two hooves as a majestic Centaur entered the room. The illusion of a naked girl looked so real that he completely ignored the sounds of muffled screaming from under the floor. His second pair of hooves yielded the same results. As he approached the girl the doors behind him slammed shut. He turned to see who was there but found no one, he looked back to look at the girl but she'd turned into a black cloak of leather. It attacked him and covered over his face, he struggled with his hands to get it off him. Something heavy swung down and took out his legs. He fell to both sets of knees. His hooves then became bound to his body but folded neatly under him. The leather had completely overtaken him and morphed itself to fit his body exactly, leaving him in a very embarrassing situation. A slight breeze told him his ass was still hanging out, his tail was tied up and poking upward, he was basically sitting down on his dick (but not his balls) and a large rubber ball in his mouth was preventing him from screaming for help. An unseen force dragged him towards a near by wall which irritated his penis as it rubbed the floor. Chains came down and tied themselves around his waist, chest, and neck, then suspended him into the air. A rope tied itself onto the head of his penis and went through a roller in the floor, that just appeared, then went up to the ceiling and then down again just above where his ass hung. On the end there was a handle that read "Pull Me," followed by a happy face. Directly below his ass, out of the way of potential fuckers, was a sign that read "Fuck Me," The Centaur's balls were tied to this. And next to that was a delightful looking table with a bowl full of condoms and lube.
Mage couldn't wait to see the stallion fucked out of his mind. He called for his group of Giants. Even here he decided to have some fun though. Having a penis the size of an elephant had forced them, among others to shed their clothing. So in the room he'd placed a box for each of them containing various outfits for them to wear. It was an assortment of your basic S & M outfits. Spiked Collars, Gorgets, Ball gags, Crotchless Leather Pants, Leather Bracelets, Leather Hoods, Tall and Heavy Black Boots, Body Harnesses, and an assortment of Cock Rings were in each box. Because the Giant's had such massive dicks he could really get creative with the cock rings. Almost all of them featured spikes on the inside, while others had added weights to be tied onto the balls. The Wolf Man/Doormat cried out six more times as the colossal men trudged passed. Mage's orders called for them to wear the cloths as soon as they arrived, which most of the Giants went to doing. One however, immediately started lubing up his dick behind the Centaur/Fuck Swing. The Centaur saw the size of their cocks and knew what was going to happen. He firmed up his ass as tightly as he could and shook his head as much as he could in protest.
This Giant, however, had disobeyed Mage, and this was not allowed. The Giant passioned his dick with the Centaur's ass and put both arms on the "Pull Me" bar. Slowly he pulled, the rope tugged the Centaur's penis and his ass moved forward and back. He repeated this several times, increasing how much he pulled as he did so. Eventually he pulled to hard and the rope that held the Centaur's nuts in place fought back. The Centaur hated the dick up his ass but surprisingly found delight in the rope pulling his dick, as it was somewhat jerking him off. (Something Centaurs often have trouble with.) The tugging on his balls didn't hut much at first but the Giant pulled harder. Having had an erection for several hours now, it wasn't long before the Giant started to cum. This is where Mage felt he should teach a lesson. The Giant came and came, feeling his penis pump the fluid but at the end he felt a problem, and started to scream. Mage had magically placed a cum stopper on his penis (a pole-like ball inserted into the shaft, held in place with a metal ring around the head.) The remaining box of cloths opened up and it's contents tackled the Giant and morphed as it did earlier. The Giant found his screamed muffled by a ball gage and the rest of his body mummified in leather. Basically a skin tight body bag. The cock ring magically appeared on him and trapped his cum within his shaft. On a human this would cause serious damage rendering a penis useless and the same probably went for Giants. The other Giants laughed at him and started jerking off in preparation for their turn to "ride" the Centaur.
"Alright guy's he's done," one said who's attire didn't include a ball gage. They removed their friend and stood him in the middle of the room. His dick was more swollen then usual from the cum still in him. He moaned in pain trying to get someone to remove the cum stopper. "Oh are you having troubles cumming?" one said putting his hands on the other's swollen dick. He stroked and squeezed in places causing some cum to squirt out the top. They kicked him to the floor face down. More cum sprayed out and he moaned in pain. (Internally something probably ruptured his penis.) Mage looked on as one of the others put his boot on the other's back and held him to the floor. It was now that Mage figured out a purpose for this in-obedient Giant. He transformed the leather that bound him into solid stone. The Giant who had been stepping on him looked on curiously. He flipped the stone giant onto his back and found the stone had also grown over his dick. He had air holes at his nose but otherwise couldn't move at all. They propped him up and Mage added more stone. From the knees down was now a solid block of stone. The words "Coat Hanger," etched themselves into it. The other Giants laughed and appropriately propped him up next to the door.
Mage felt he'd toyed around enough, it was time to deal with the others on a more grand scale. A few other additions were added to the big room. To one side there were now large open balconies, one for each of the three floors that stood on top each other. This was done mainly so nothing else would be questioned. The last touch was the illusion of a naked girl handing from the center of the room in a cage. "Now we can begin," he said.
*Fresh Meat*
Two unsuspecting Minotaurs were called in from outside. This was convenient because the Giants were hungry. The Minotaurs had a deep red brown skin tone, and long cow like faces. Some even had mains similar to tigers but most were sheaved or had mowhawks. All of them had giant gold nose rings and some even had nipple rings. Their dicks were shorter then the Giant's but just as beefy. Unlike everyone else so far, the two notice that the doormat had a big red penis but walked on it just the same. They approached more cautiously then eyed the girl.
"Yah it's a real problem." One Giant lied. "Every time we get close to the cage something goes crazy in the room and this happens" he pointed at the Centaur who seemed to have accepted his place in the room. The Giant fucking him at the time had one hand under his chin in a pondering way. "We were thinking maybe you Minotaurs could figure something out we haven't. That stupid Mage probably enchanted it before he left to keep her safe but I know you guys can figure a way around it."
The Minotaurs felt more at ease with the situation. One began inspecting the floor tiles as the other examined the staircase that lead up behind the other floors. The Giants were waiting for Mage to make them a bunch of clubs but that never happened. Instead the Minotaurs ran under the first balcony and went up the back stairway. They noticed there was no way into the second or third floor as they went up. Upon reaching the top floor they walked out towards the balcony, intending to jump over to the cage. The floor, which looked like it was made of strong bricks, opened beneath them as trapdoors. They fell to the floor below, one onto a long slab of stone, and the other into a tube of spikes and moving saw blades. The one on the stone slab has his head bound back by straps of leather as mechanical arms went to work skinning him alive. He screamed a lot and somehow he didn't die from shock. He was relieved to find his penis and the surrounding aria was left along. There was a moments pause where all the mechanical arms left him alone but he could still hear them working. He laid there still, panting, and wondered if the tube of spikes was the better option. The arms came back and then he found out.
Down below the Giants started wondering what was going on. They could smell cooking but weren't sure what to expect. Then in the lower level, the ceiling opened up like a trap door and something fell through. The surviving Minotaur was now wearing his own skin in the form of a gimp suit. The parts around his hands didn't allow for fingers so it appeared he had two nubs instead. His penis and surrounding skin were left alone to give the illusion that he had a suit on that wasn't made of his own skin. He couldn't talk or see otherwise without someone unzipping the parts on the head for that. A Giant walked over to him and observed leather straps hanging from the Minotaur's arms. He tied them infront of the Minotaur's chest. The Minotaur didn't fight against it and felt the need to just sit down. Sure enough a two seater couch was against the wall, next to a table. Above the table a trap door opened and down fell a pot of hot sausages, the remains of the other Minotaur no doubt. One of the sausages looked suspiciously like a Minotaur dick and balls. A Giant grabbed it and fed it to the Gimp Minotaur then seated him on the couch. He sat there with his friends cooked penis in his mouth and drooled over the taste. The sounds of the Giants beginning to eat disturbed him. One unzipped his right eye, and not having eyelids anymore was forced to watch them scarf sausages down.
*The Bondage Poker Game*
The smell of well cooked meat attracted in a few others. A Giant, a Demon, and a Centaur who had befriended a Wolf Man all followed each other in. They were surprised at what they found but the Giants went to work welcoming them in and filling them in on the situation. The women could wait as far as they were concerned, the food was getting cold after all. And as they munched over bits of Minotaur meat they talked over ideas of a pyramid of men or building one. The Demon was as collassal as the Giants but had red, scaly, hard skin, and two gigantic black coiled horns. He worn a furry skin of some kind as a pair of shorts but now they rested on the penis of the coat hanger. This way he'd fit in. Eventually the four settled at a circular table meant for four people to sit. This was one of Mage's more brilliant ideas. In the center of the table was a crystal ball and a stack of cards. Instead of putting their plans into action they decided to play a quick hand of poker, just as Mage intended them to but that wasn't the name of the game he wanted to play. The first hand was dealt and they started wondering what the purpose of the crystal ball was. The Wolf Man won and they prepared to shuffle again when the crystal ball started to glow. There was a flash of magical colors that caught the attention of everyone in the room. When all the special effects had cleared they found the Giant that sat with them now had his arms bound in a straight jacket. A universal WTF? was uttered by everyone in the room.
The Demon got up from the table and said "I don't like this." As he walked away the crystal ball let out another flash of light. An instant later the Demon found himself uncomfortably stuffing in an iron box, with only his penis sticking out a hole on one side.
The other Giants in the room began laughing as the box bounced about with the Demon inside it. One ran up and flipped the side with his dick out to the floor. He then sat down on it. "I got to get a better seat for this," he said watching the remaining three at the table.
The Wolf Man took his time to shuffle the cards extra good as the other two looked at him. "Well I guess we're playing." He passed out the cards.
The Giant in the straight jacket had no way of looking at his hand and sort of excepted the fact he was going to lose. From here on the Wolf Man decided to deal his cards face up. Their little game of Bondage Poker was a quick one. Over the course of three rounds the Wolf Man determined that the person with the poorest hand was targeted by the Crystal Ball. This did little good for the Giant and the Centaur though who were now so tied up it was imposable for them to continue playing. To add to the straight jacket, the Giant now had a pair of socks stuffed in his mouth, a zipper mask on his head, and his legs were tied crossing each other. The Centaur was leathered up like the fuck swing and now sat in a long iron box. His long erect penis had been pulled back through a hole at the end. Basically the Centaur was now a bench with a tripping hazard the end. The Wolf Man was surprisingly lucky since he hadn't lost a hand yet. The final round happened and the Giant was shoved in a large barrel, his bound head and tip of his penis stuck out the top. The barrel was labeled "Trash Can" followed by a smiley face. The other Giants in the room placed him accordingly next to the table of Minotaur meant. The Centaur in the long iron box was placed infront of the couch and used as a foot rest. The Wolf Man, with no one else to play go up and cautiously walked away from the table. Nothing happened and he collapsed on the couch.
As the Bondage Poker game had gone on more monsters had walked in. It was finally noticed that as the Demon, Giant, and Centaur in the game had lost, that the cage holding the girl in it would form another ring in the chain holding her up. Thus as people were removed form activity she would become lower to the ground and easier for them to access. Finally the Giants in bondage understood Mage's game. As more and more players walked in, the Doormat/Wolf Man could feel his nuts being flattened more and more with every step. More and more of them began fucking the Fuck Swing/Centaur who had given up trying to warn them. The Minotaur Sausage was all but eaten and the supply of napkins mostly shoved into the Trashcan/Giant's penis. Constantly the Centaur in the iron box felt the pain of people stepping on his dick, or kicking his balls on purpose. Then someone had the idea to life up his box and put his balls under it. A Giant tied his penis in a knot, then he was left alone. Finally all the food was gone and a Demon approached the Minotaur in the Gimp suit, who was sitting on the couch. "Are you going to eat that?" he said pointing at his dick. The Demon lowered his sword which was glowing hot and castrated the Minotaur, who then tried jumping up to fight him, but of course couldn't. The Demon stuck it fully into his mouth and chewed with his sharp fangs. His sword had cauterized the wound so the Minotaur wasn't bleeding. He went back to sitting on the couch, and Finally after all this time started munching his friends dick which was still in his mouth.
Something had unconsciously happened in the crowd. The general flow was they'd come in, stomp the doormat's penis, remove their clothing (if they had any) and hang it on the coat hanger. Afterwards they'd wait in line to fuck the Centaur, though many of the actual Centaurs refused to do this. Through conversation they learned how to get the girl down. The idea of a man pyramid was brought up many times no one liked the idea of a pile of ragingly horny men on top of them. So the alternative was to use the losers from the Bondage Poker game. Groups of 4 waited in line to play their luck. Games went relatively quick and winners left to relax elsewhere. They'd likely play again after everyone had a once through. Many times the winners had lost one or two rounds and were stuck wearing various outfits. Being targeted once meant they'd be in a straight jacket, typical leather ware, weighted training gear, and occasionally mummified from head to toe except their dick. Targeted twice usually finished the outfit they were in. Straight jackets were tied up in body bags; leather ware lead to a full gimp suit; weighted suits suddenly had piercings and lengths of chain connecting them; and mummies hog tied and boxed prematurely. A third loss had them hog tied either way and shoved into an iron box with their dick sticking out one end. Once boxed they were dragged and stacked in a pile under the cage, usually balls down.
*The Maze Run*
Not everyone wanted to play this game though and Mage saw more fun was needed to entertain the crowd. As it was mentioned earlier, the room they were in overlooked the maze thanks to the absence of a far wall. Anyone could easily jump down and be lost in the maze for days but everyone knew to stay their distance. Light finally illuminated a distant platform. It looked easily climbable, and on top of it was a very tall gold ladder. The trouble was it was in the middle of the maze. A group of Minotaurs were the first to notice and eyed it eagerly.
"Alright listen up!" one announced. He had their attention. "A few of us are going to jump down into the maze and return with that ladder." The current group of Bondage Poker players felt ripped off. The Minotaur cleared his throat before saying, "but we need a stairway built once so we can get back up!" It was a long way down and the ladder alone wouldn't be high enough to get back. They turned to observe where the ladder was in the maze and one by one they jumped in.
Mage counted 5 Minotaurs total and created 5 magic mirrors to watch each of them in his room. 5 more were created and magically appeared on the wall where everyone else was. The crowd now had something to cheer for as though they were watching a race on a jumbo screen. Now they could be viable everywhere in the maze.
The bulls recovered form their fall and ran as hard as they could, slowing only to turn. Crashing into each other was common at first but after a few minutes the pack broke up. Mostly they followed one another having memorized most of the course. However one broke off on a new course. Amazingly none of them ran into any dead ends but this changed later on. The lead Minotaur charged faster then all the rest and turned swiftly for his size. Left, charge, right, charge right, right again, U turn left, CRASH! He hit a wall that shouldn't be there. He fell back holding his nose. He recovered a second then the floor gave out under him. Once he was gone the wall opened up and the floor recovered, it was like he was never there. Two Minotaurs behind him ran through this part trouble free. There was one behind them too but he'd ran another way. The Minotaur that fell through the floor found himself disoriented. He was tied up in a fetal position, unable to move in a large roasting pot. His head was chained down and his ass up in the air. A large melon of some kind was shoved in his mouth. And then he felt something pulling him back by his nuts. His screams were muffled. He struggled to get free but was hopelessly lost to the pull of the chain. The massive gears echoed through the oven behind him as the chain pulled him into the fire. Back in the room most of the monsters licked their lips when they saw he'd be cooked.
The first Minotaur that broke off realized he was hopelessly lost but ran all the same. The thing that troubled him was he hadn't run into one dead end yet. Something was up and finally he found out what. Just after a turn he noticed a black cloth on the ground up ahead. He rushed passed it but found himself tackled by something. He stumbled stupidly and spun around to find somehow he had a large weighted boot on his left foot. He calmed down once he realized what it was and bent down take it off. But then he saw another black cloth down the hall crawling toward him. He got up and ran around a hall that was very open with at least a dozen other ways to run. And infront of him he could see the ladder just beyond the next wall. he was close and ran as fast as he could. The other cloth caught up to him and he had a second boot. From the hallways other cloths rushed towards him. Like vampire bats they pounced on him but he remained focused. A leather hood bound his mouth and blinded him, his arms couldn't move and stuck behind his back, his legs became covered but then they bound together and he collapsed to the floor. Other cloths tackled him. Finally they all took their effect and he was left stuffed in an iron box, filled with foul smelling laundry. His cock hung out one side like all the others but was further bound around the balls in every way possible. A spiked cum stopper was strapped inside his penis (which was a real pain because he had to piss badly and couldn't). Even with all this he struggled to continue. With all of his weight he rolled left but quickly fell back in place. He could barely breath in the box but somehow he was getting air. Once again he forced everything he had to the left and successfully rolled that way smacking into the ground. He began sweating from the heat and effort he had to put in to just moving once. In another minute he began rolling left again but couldn't. Apparently he was next to a wall. "Crap!" he thought. So he decided trying to roll back. His face was warm and probably bloodshot red. Finally he found the strength to flip the box back once. Immediately as he did this he realized it was a big mistake. The leather suit was to slick to grip the sides and he'd be hanging by his dick inside the box if it wasn't for his horns drilling into his skull. He quickly flipped backward again. Only now did he realize that another roll in this direction meant landing on his balls. The cock rings that bound his penis were only made of leather and anyway had a number of spikes on them. However, it was apparent that he'd have to do this more then once to get anywhere. He sucked it up and bit hard. Unfortunately where he was about to roll had a square hole equal to the proportions of the iron box the Minotaur was in. With all his strength he rolled back again and fell cock first into the hole crushing his balls on impact. His screaming echoed through the crowd over the crowd that laughed and cheered savagely.
Around the corner came the two Minotaurs that had stayed together. They could hear someone's muffled screaming but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Both ran right over where he was, not noticing the difference between iron and stone floor tiles. And then they herd it coming from behind them, so they turned around. Finally they realized where it was coming from.
"How do we open it?" one asked.
The other bend down and tried to get his hands in the cracks but couldn't, it was a perfect fit.
Both shrugged their shoulders. "We'll be back to find you." one yelled.
There was no reply so stomped his foot down on the iron tile. He screamed and a pouting manner. They two slowly turned and continued on their way. The truth was the Minotaur in the iron box didn't want to be found, knowing he could never fuck that girl in the cage he felt content to live his life as a part of the floor.
The two Minotaurs had the ladder in sight but still some ways to go, the best way to do this was an old strategy. They'd follow one wall and eventually find the right way in.
Even nearer to the ladder was the third Minotaur. Like all the rest he charged through the halls carelessly. Hall after hall of innocent looking pathways to choose from and it seemed to make so little difference. Finally he noticed how close to the ladder he was and ran even harder. There was a long hall infront of him and sprinted happily through it. Then suddenly he fell flat on his face into a pool of wet cement. It was sticky and half hardening to get out, he'd have to push off the bottom. He completely submerged into the muck and would have likely died if it hadn't been just shallow enough. Once above the surface level he reached out and found an actual brick of solid floor. He looked back and saw parts of the cement pool he hadn't disturbed were still convincing enough to fool him. It was a well hidden trap. He got up covered in filth. Large chunks fell off him. The feeling as it mushed between his toes was an irritating sandpaper effect he hated. He got to the end of the hall before a turn when he had a disgusting idea. First off he had to pee anyhow and secondly he really hated the sandpaper feeling on his feet and toes. No one was around so he hopped over to a nearby corner, held his foot up and attempted to clean up (if that's possible with piss). As he did this however he couldn't have noticed that the corner tile directly behind him was lifting up a full length, to just below his ass. He finished up with the second foot and felt relieved. From directly infront of him a massive spinning saw blade fired out horizontally and shot through his legs. The inertia from the spinning blade pushed his upper torso up against the corner. It was so quick and such a clean cut that he only felt himself pushing back and then nothing in his legs, he'd no idea that they'd been cleanly removed from him. The tumbled back and he found himself unable to move. Fire engulfed him from somewhere and immediately hardened the cement on him before the feeling of shock could set in. He wasn't bleeding at all, the cement tightly sealed around his remaining legs, but he did feel dizzy and would have fallen over in any other situation.
The other two Minotaurs came around the corner and saw the cement pool. Now that it had been disturbed it was easy to see and they jumped it with no problem. Down at the end they saw what seemed to be a statue. His legs were nowhere to be found (having been removed through trapdoors in the floor and thrown in the trash). Since he'd been peeing at the time his hands were still around penis and he was smiling. The other two approached slowly at the other's situation, they had no idea his legs had been cut off.
"Maybe it's going to pee acid or something." one said.
The other laughed and then they saw the statues eyes moving. He gave off the same muffled moan but they didn't care much about him. They just kind of laughed at him then moved on. As cruel as it was they felt the maze could use more statues and works of are like that, though they were to afraid to say this out loud and give the powers that be any ideas. But of course the powers that be had other ideas. Around the next corner the two simply fell through separate trap doors next to one another.
Back at the main room there was a feeling of sorrow all around. "So who wants to try next?" someone yelled but no one was listening. The pyramid was about half way to it's goal and the focus had returned to the Bondage poker games. Most of the ... we'll call them the stupid ones, had already played through, so no onces that had previously won games were made to play again. There was a whole group of at least 50 other monsters who hadn't even played one game yet but they were the stronger and alphas of the group. Soon they'd play too or think of something else. Many of them though didn't even want the girl in the cage, they were here simply as something to do. One last thrill before death you could say even it they were in agonizing pain. No one was really paying attention to the mirrors anymore. Even though it showed the two Minotaurs now processed into meat produces though still alive. One had been squished into a huge meat ball with a penis while the other was shaped like a sausage. Both of them rotated over pools of lava as they cooked.
*The Strongest Man*
During the maze run, Mage's Giants had ample time to setup a little game of their own. While everyone had been distracted they had over herd conversations from a few select monsters about how board they were. While most of the gang was distracted by the Minotaurs they selected one form each race to come to the top floor with them. If they saw no thrill in the girl then at least they could help in bringing her down. The Giant they'd chosen had a small puff of spiky red hair on top his head but was otherwise cleanly shaved. The Centaur had some trouble with the steps but managed it nicely. A Wolf Man and Minotaur followed up behind. And lastly was a big red Demon that matched the Giants in height but had a slightly smaller dick. All of them ripped with muscle and hard erections. They lined up and faced the ledge. Unlike the rest, the Demon was actually into this sort of thing and very willing. Mage's Giants went to tying the group up in leather outfits, bondage gear, hogtied them and threw them in iron boxes. The cleche of the night. Mage actually want in charge of this torture, his group of Giants were. He wished they'd been more creative but oh well. Finally the Minotaurs had done their maze run and he saw what his Giants were up to. It was a weightlifting competition. They wanted to see which race had the strongest dick by being hung from it. Chains descended from the ceiling and each of the fives shafts were shackled. Before being tossed over the edge Mage made one final alteration. The Giant lay in his box with his penis side aimed away from the ledge. Another box exactly one size bigger was chained on the opposite side and to be dropped off first. The exact same was done to the other four. Of course size varied. The Wolf man was in the smallest, the Minotaur was the next size up, followed by the Giant and Demon who were in equal sized boxes, and the Centaur was in the biggest which was more of a rectangular shape. These second boxes were open on the side facing the smaller box they were chained to. The idea was they'd fall into this larger box shaped bucket after they fell.
One of the Giants approached the ledge and addressed the crowd. Fingers in his mouth he gave an ear shattering whistle that got their attention. The echoes shook through the open cave above the maze and shook the ceiling. Mage back in his room even felt the slight tremor. After a moments pause the Giant spoke. "So who has the dick to handle this lovely women?"
While most raised their hands, nodded, or said "Yah," a noticed few did a pelvic thrust and pointed at their cocks.
"Well I say some of you are wrong."
The incomprehensible noise of negativity shouted from the mob.
"We need a new way to decided who really has a shot with her I say. And here's how." The beginning of his explanation was cut off as the mob started talking but they soon quieted again. "And in these boxes we have all races represented. So we can truly determine who's the strongest dick of all."
A Demon down in the crowd spoke, "These Minotaurs got weak dicks bring it on!"
A Minotaur then shouted back, "We bulls got more muscle in our dick then you!"
A Centaur then spoke, "It's not fair the Giant has the longest dick!"
Another Demon spoke back, "Maybe his dick just break off?"
Everyone laughed.
The five boxes had been arranged by size. The Giant that spoke marched over to the Giant in the box. He knelt down with his hands on the other's massive meat. "You better not fuck this up." He whispered slapping the tip of his dick like a punch on the cheek.
Another Giant was next to the Centaur's penis covering it with lube. The Centaur was screaming inside but of course he'd been gagged.
First over were the buckets, and after the jeering of the crowd the boxes went over. A sudden jerking was felt bye all five. Muffled screaming echoed form within all the boxes, and the crowed started cheering after an unconscious covering of their balls (seriously this will rip your dick off if you try it, so don't!). Noticeable their penises started falling through their shackles in an intensively painful way. The Centaur was slipping through much faster then all the rest thanks to the lube. To make things worse, from the third floor Cement mixers approached the edge and started pouring into their buckets. As if weighing 300 plus pounds and being stuffed into a big heavy iron box didn't put enough strain on them, the box below them was now quickly getting heavier.
22 seconds in, what felt like an eternity, the Centaur fell. First the cement bucket hit then his box cam ramming down. The cement still poured down, covering his sour dick with warm cement. As the crowd cheered the floor tile beneath the Centaur Box lowered into the ground until it was penis level with the floor. The Cement stopped pouring.
Moments later the Minotaur came crashing down with the exact same results. As his box lowered in the floor the crowed was showered down with cum. The Demon was so turned on by this he'd started cumming. Everyone began darting out of the way while other pushed each other into it. The other Demons in the crowd started clapping.
By now the chain was half way up the Giant's cock which was now swelling at the top bright red. It looked as if his dick would explode at any minute. But then the Wolf Man gave way. Once he'd smacked into the ground the crowd was hit by splash of cement. Only a minute in and iron buckets were half way full.
It was a competition between the Giants and Demons now. Though the Giant had been falling faster it looked as thought the Demon was loosing. Cum he'd sprayed all over the chain now dripped down and lubricated his shackle. The Giant's massive head was now swollen and red but the shackle was stuck there. The Giant felt as though his dick would suddenly tare from him any second. The buckets beneath them had stopped filling with cement, they were full. There was an awe over the crowd to see who would win. The Demon's shackle suddenly slipped and faster then any other his box came crashing down. The floor tiles he'd landed on cracked from the furry and the crowd was sprayed with warm cement. The crowd went wild, except for the Demons.
Mage's Giants were ecstatic. The one who could talk went to the edge and put his hand down on the winning dick. "You made it buddy!" But then he slipped through and fell to join the others. After watching him slam harder then the other, and almost crushing someone, he got back up. "Oh well."
The Demon and Giant both lowered into the floor like all the rest. Cement dripped down from the mixers above and covered them. Few actually noticed as the Giants were so animated in their excitement. Jumping up against one anther and yelling at the others in the crowd. But what had this all meant? Mage's Giants began marching down the steps when they realized there was now a door way into the second floor. They went in and found it filled with all sorts of torture gear and boxes. A Giant from on top of the pyramid pointed at the five remaining Centaurs and yelled to the crowd, "now string them up like the other one."
The Centaurs were overtaken by the mob and dragged in next to the Bondage Poker Table. Instead of being forced to play, Mage's Giants threw down all the chains and leather they'd need to be strung up and fucked like the one at the entrance. Once gaged and bound they were rested on boxes of the fallen and fucked by all. Once everyone had their fill the Centaur was folded up and thrown into one of the rectangular boxes with their dicks hanging out. Afterwards they were left around.
The Minotaurs were next but offered no resistance. Something about honor and deals ... yah the Demons took charge of their torture while the Giants finished up their fuck fest with the Centaurs and cared little for reasons. The Minotaurs were bound and hogtied to be put into boxes but the Demons made one final alteration. The ones that could breath fire burned holes in their iron boxes for the Minotaur's head to fit out. Of the races here Minotaurs were actually the most common. Once being installed into their box properly they were lined up side by side. Heads out the top, cocks out the front. The fire breathing Demons then went to work roasting each one's beef dog for it to be cut off and fed to them. Once done the Demons laughed at the sight of them all with their cheeks full of their puffy nuts and the tips of their dicks poking out their mouths. The Minotaurs stood there with the look of anger on their faces and even managed to hop up and down in protest. Once everyone else stopped laughing a Demon said. "Alright I'll be nice for once. We're going to release you back to your natural habitat... The Maze." And with that they were all dropped into the Maze where they started hopping around and moving about the corners. Likely to be the victims of some of Mage's Cement or Pitfall traps.
The Wolf Men were next on the list but there weren't any left. There had really only been 6 or 7 to begin with. Besides the doormat the rest were already in boxes in the pyramid. This left the final conflict between the Demons and the Giants. The winner could come use the other to complete the pyramid and get the girl. Though they could have done that with the Minotaurs alone... oh well.
The two groups eyed one another. "So what's it to be?" One Giant grunted.
"How about a new competition?" A Demon replied.
The Giants chuckled. "No you lost fairly."
The Demon smirked. "No, we would have won if our man hadn't busted his load all over the crowd.
Don't you want to know who's cock is stronger?"
The Giants didn't like it but weren't the type to back down to a rematch. "Alright what do we do?"
The Demon thought a minute."I suggest a game of chicken."
"You're on," the Giant said and they shook on the deal.
*The Lava Beech*
Not far away from the building there was a lava beach, or is it technically magma? hmm oh well. There were 18 of them all together. The last of the 200 they'd started with. 8 Demons and 10 Giants, including the 5 Mage had working for him. Since they too were Giants they had to compete as well. Thoughts of betraying them crossed through Mage's mind but he didn't like the thought of the Demons catching him somehow. He decided then to favor the Giants, as stupid as they were.
The Demon's idea of a game of chicken involved the deadly mud pits that had formed after the quake from the lava pouring in. The parts closer to the lava were boiling over with toxic steam and molten lead. Farther down though it was considerably cooler.
A Demon jumped down into the pool and was waist high in the muck. As he rolled around completely another one went to explaining. "So the way we play chicken is seeing who can stand the heat the most."
"By rolling in some mud?"
The Demon smirked. "No this is just to get started." The other Demon got out of the mud pool and walked towards the lava on the more solid ground. Standing only a few feet away from the edge the mud hardened solid leaving only a stature of a Demon. The other Demon explained more. "See the mud is weak enough that he'll eventually break out or melt trying." He gestured a hand at the pool.
The Giants stared at it irritable. Then one approached the edge and jumped in. He bit his lip. It was like jumping into a pool of steaming hot water and it was hotter down below. The other Demon had made it seem so easy. He sucked it up and rolled around. A moment later he got up unable to see or hear anything that was going on. The mud had gotten everywhere. He wiped his face off so he could breath and see.
The Demons were all grinning evilly at him. "Don't remove to much, if you lose it will be the only thing stopping the lava from melting you."
The Giant got up and marched down to the Demon already by lava. About half way he could feel the heat of the lava taking it's effect. It became harder to move the closer he got. Stopping next to the hardened Demon he reached up to cover his eyes. He'd wished he'd left more mud on his face. The mud hardened completely and he relaxed in place.
As the rest of the group jumped into the mud, Mage saw what the Demons were doing. The Demons easily survive in lava, but the Giants couldn't. When the lava rose the mud would simply melt off the Demons while the Giants would melt entirely.
The last two jumped in the mud together and joined the line down by the beach. For a moment the air was filled with tension. Mage was curious to see which one would make the first move. But after several minutes of watching the only noticeable change was the raising waves of Lava. Occasionally one would make a very strained sounding grunt as though they were trying to rip out of their stone prison. Mage liked the sound of it but didn't want to indulge. The Demons could break out at any second. Finally he got up from his chair and stretched some. He walked over to a cabinet where all sorts of magical ingredients were kept. After some searching he found a jar full of thorned maggoty worms with mouths of razer sharp fangs. It was labeled "Flesh Eating Maggots." Returning to the mirror he put the jar on the table and concentrated hard on the locations of the Demon penises. Holding out his hand he created a small portal.
The first Demon was able to see slightly through the stone infront of his eyes. Curiously a small portal opened up infront of his penis. Gloved hands reached through and inserted a funnel into the tip. He grunted, "Hay!" but Mage only herd a dull murmuring. Then he saw the open jar of vile looking worms, a mythical parasite form demotions long forgotten. They squirmed in and the munching began. The others could hear his racketing but assumed he'd just touched the lava or something. Then they saw the portal infront of their dicks and then they knew.
Mage only did the Demons. Soon they'd be hollow shells. Next Mage felt he'd at least free his Giants who were the statues that had clothing and cock rings on. He made them fall backwards and then caused it to crack. Freed from the stone, the first impulse is to breath heavily but the lava was so close now that they immediately crawled away before. The ones wearing the ball gags removed them for better breathing. Eventually they stripped entirely, discarding the chains and leather boots off just to cool down. After their breather they stood up and watched. Their Giant friends were now screaming as loudly as the Demons were, but most of the Demons now had stopped screaming. Waves of lava now rushed over them. The Giants watched as the Demon statues cracked and crumbled into the fire. They had been hollowed out by the worms. The Giants however stayed solid and were assumed to be boiling in place. This actually wasn't true. In fact the stone was holding up perfectly though they were hot. With each wave that washed over them it quickly dried to make another layer of stone. Realizing the lava was around them now caused them to relax their efforts. Struggling to break free now would only kill them faster. In any case their knees were already held tight in the stone. To the other five however it looked as though they were melting in place. They turned and went back to the building.
*Reward*
Back in the room Mage was there in person. He stood in place of where the pyramid of boxes had been. Magically he'd stacked them against the wall penis side out and upright, so they'd be displayed like trophies. The illusion of the girl in the cage had gone. There was an awkward silence between Mage and the others before his Giants actually showed up. Mainly because none of them could talk. The Giant/Trashcan sat there flexing his dick trying to force some of the filth others had put in it. The castrated Minotaur in the gimp suit sat on the couch not sure what to do. The Centaur/Fuck Swing swayed slightly as his ass dripped with cum. Off in the distance, the boxed Minotaurs in the maze could be herd moving around through the maze for no apparent reason. For amusement Mage approached the Giant who was embedded in the floor from the hanging competition. Carefully he went to balancing himself on the other's stone dick and fell off just as the other Giants arrived.
Mage was impressed, they were much much bigger in person. Each of them took special care to walk directly on the doormat which now gave pitiful and hopeless screams. Hate filled glances were exchanged with their coat hanger friend. The five of them lined up before Mage who now admired their girth in person. The wavy inflections of his magic mirror had now allowed him to admire them the fullest. But he remembered there was business to attend to.
"Now then," he said, "what reward could I possible give?"
The five were silent at first. This was the man who assembled dungeon of emasculation, and though it was one thing to work for him, it was quite another to accept a gift from him. Finally one spoke. "I think so long as I'm cumming my brains out I'll be happy." The others though about it a second and nodded approvingly.
"Very well then." Mage said.
The Giant who had done most of the talking was first. Magically rolls of bandages started wrapping him up like a mummy. His feet locked together, arms to the side, dick out right, and head completely coiled up with the remaining mass shoved in his mouth. A big white bow formed around his nuts as his penis was coiled completely except for the head. And lastly he started firing cum into the air. Again and again more rocketed from him and fell about. The pleasure was so intense that he started groaning and fell back. His penis rested right at his mouth where he continued cumming.
"I've enchanted his penis to cum about once every minute." Mage explained.
The next Giant was bound and gaged in a leather body bag, and folded up to fit in an iron ball. His cock and balls stood out one end and started busting out blobs of cum. As he did this he started to roll around from shifting his weight, and then he realized it wasn't all him. Two of the other Giants had started rolling him to one another. Often trying to make him cum just as he landed on his dick. Most of the time it he screamed from the crushing of his nuts. Once or twice though they timed it right and it fired out of him with tremendous force like a fire hose. As he cam the two became covered in his white love.
The third Giant would have joined in but Mage was busy with him. "Let's see with you I'm thinking a fountain."
The Giant liked the idea and struck a pose he thought was manly. Flexing his mighty arms and clenching his ass. He smiled as the waves of magical cement engulfed him. He hardened in place instantly. Mage walked around him once and decided with his muscle girth he could eventually get out, he'd have to do something about this. If people knew he was giving out Instant Cum Enchantments he'd be mobbed forever. With a wave of his hands the Giant's arms and legs vanished leaving only a floating torso head and penis in it's place. The Giant's mouth started cracking as he didn't agree with this change. Beneath him a large stone pedestal formed and Mage rested the statue on it. His nuts overhung the front. Mage approached him and said, "You'll take what I give you and like it, I'll remove your nuts if I have too." The Giant shut up. "There that's good." As mage walked away the stone around the Giant's mouth healed itself and became stronger. His penis started gushing with cum down onto the floor.
The last two Giants were covered in seamen from rolling their ball friend around. He frowned at the mess. Not bothering to clean them up at all he went to work without warning them that he was going to do so. Just as one rolled the Giant in the ball to the next they found themselves floating upward in the air. The Giant in the ball kept rolling right along and fell into the Minotaur's maze with a massive slamming sound. Up in the air the two Giants were dripping wet with cum. They could feel the magical forces at work manipulating their bodies. Both of their mouths were forced open as one of them flipped upside down. Their penises were out stretched at one another's mouths and they were forced together in a 69 position. Their arms were chained around one another's body tightly as each of them found the other's balls in their face. A large unique looking body bag engulfed them and the cumming began. The bag was tight enough that most of their features still remained viable. The two went though stages of stiff and out flexed then relaxed as they both came climaxed and have it forced down their throat and spew into their stomach. They fell to the floor and lay there flexing.
It was finished. Mage took one last look around. The Mummy Giant was now soaking in everyone's cum on the floor. The Stature Giant stood silently spewing away. The bodybag ones weren't contributing to the mess but a light stream had formed in the floor cracks. Mage followed it over to the maze where it was dripping down. The Iron Ball Giant was spraying a lake of his own at the bottom. And off in the distance Maze saw the golden ladder he'd created. Magically he levitated to it. As he flew he saw below him the Minotaurs in their boxes, many of them now embedded in the floor thanks to his pitfall traps and hidden pools of cement. There he stood on the ladder and stared at the ceiling. How high could it be he thought. He closed his eyes and dreamed of the highest place he could think. And with that though decided it was time to teleport to the surface. He waited a moment and vanished.
The End
The castrated Minotaur on the couch finally got up. Having decided he wasn't going to starve to death he worked the mouth zipper open with his feet. Fangs poised and mouth drooling he eyed the Giants and their massive dicks. As emasculating as it was he found he rather liked the taste of cock in his mouth.
Soon to be edited.