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The sound of something dragging across gravel and stone was the first thing he registered when he started waking up. He met with darkness, only a second later realizing it was the darkness from his own closed eyelids. Yet when he tried opening he discovered he didn't have the strength to do so beyond a sliver of light from which he could see a pair of feet; his feet, he recalled.

He was the one being dragged. Once his mind made this conclusion and his brain started jolting awake the memories slowly came back to him. A fight against a bigger individual, the sensation of falling, shrill laughter; it was all a group of blurry images in his head, but as time passed he started putting the pieces together: Whomever had defeated him was bringing him over to their own lair for who knew what, and he had to escape. But no matter how hard he tried to free himself from their grasp, with what little strength he had all he could do was grunt in complain.

"Oh? Are we awake already?" a mocking voice whispered in his ear and from the corner of his eye he could see the familiar face of a goat. A name started forming in his head, along with an image. Grat, a goat barbarian brimming with muscles that he loved showing off; even if he couldn't see him he was sure his captor was only wearing a loincloth and exposing his massive pecs and thick arms, unconsciously flexing for an inexistent audience. He started seeing the spots in his memories being filled with the goat picking on him for reasons he couldn't remember, followed by a fight that ended in his defeat. The next thing that happened seemed to be that Grat had brought him over to his dungeon; the question remained though: Why?

Something close to an answer formed when he heard a pair of clicks above him and with a quick glance saw the pair of cuffs clasped around his wrists. As his sight and his thoughts cleared he saw the goat in front of him, taking a few steps back with a hungry expression on his face. Somehow he knew Grat was taking in how own bovine body, the contours of his hips down his marked abs, his chest and muscular arms; he was nowhere near the goat's massive size, but he had always been proud of his own fitness and the kind of looks it attracted from other males.

And then it hit him, so hard he shot awake at the moment. He mentally kicked himself for not remembering fast enough, even if there was nothing he could've done. For not remembering the goat's aggressive advances at him, his sloppy flirting or his anger when he had decided to reject him. And perhaps more noticeably, the large pink head already poking from underneath his loin, or his own flaccid length dangling between his naked legs. That was when Mino realized he was Grat's new toy for the evening.

"You see now what happens when you say no?" Grat said in an angry huff that tried to hide his powerful arousal, but Mino could smell it; it was too strong and overwhelming to ignore. It seemed as if Grat picked up on the fact and gave up every attempt at keeping his villainous air, instead jumping for the bull's neck and biting on his skin, eliciting pained yet excited grunts from him.

"Grat-

"No! You don't get to talk!" Grat angrily interrupted and pushed Mino's face against the stone wall before proceeding to kiss down his chest and bite at his erect nipples to get more little yelps out of him. "I didn't ask for much; just a night or two together. I would've been the best you've ever had. I would've driven you mad! But you decided you were too good for me... Better off this way; I don't have to play nice guy for you."

Mino tried his best to keep a gasp down his throat when the goat's rough hands grabbed his length, roughly squeezing and pressing it against his abs, smearing pre all over his short fur. But his teeth nibbling up his neck were too much for him to contain his arousal, evident in his hardening erection, and he felt Grat's lips on his skin curling into a smile.

"See?" he said with Mino's face rudely shoved to stare at him in the eye. The bull could see now the crazy and thirsty glint in his eyes. "I told you I would drive you mad with pleasure, and now I'm gonna commit to my word," and with a rough and violent kiss he marked his words.

Mino couldn't do anything but see as the goat descended on his body, the thick and rash tongue trailing the curves of his muscles. He thought it would be the end of him when Grat reached the bottom line of his abs and his lips approached the base of his throbbing cock, but the goat went past it as if he hadn't taken notice of the elongated member, or the heat it emitted due to the intense arousal that travelled down Mino's body. Instead he focused on licking and kissing down his strong thighs, but his nose lingering to take in the musk coming off the dangling sack was all the evidence necessary to know he had purposefully ignored the member.

Mino knew he was teasing him. From what he had heard of Grat, he enjoyed playing with his partners until they climaxed; he loved finding the sensitive spots and exploiting them, never touching their dicks until they gave him the first shot. And from the way his fingers entwined between Mino's toes, it became clear that just like the bull had heard of the goat's kinks, so had the goat heard of his.

Almost as if reading his mind Grat lifted his foot and licked across the sole. An electric sensation followed by a shiver travelled up Mino's back and spread all over his body as the wet appendage delicately explored his foot, stopping on every little crevice it could find to trail it and fill it with the goat's drool. A pleased breath escaped his throat and it got a chuckle from the goat and a toe being suckled inside his mouth as a response.

The first thing Mino felt was his own length jumping excitedly and throbbing harder, and he didn't need to look down to know that he was already gushing a fountain of pre all over his belly and down to his balls. Next to the grunts he tried to contain he could feel a gentle chuckle up his throat, getting stronger as the tongue wriggled between each of his toes and back down to the underside of his foot, going all the way down to his ankle. The tickling sensation made his laughter get stronger with each passing stroke, joined by deep pants of ecstasy as his skin was relentlessly teased and his arms instinctively tried to reach down to stop it, only to be stopped by the shackles that bound him to the wall.

"Oh yes. I know what you like," Grat looked up when he heard the clattering of the chains and sucked hard on the middle toe to emphasize his remark. He was fully aware of Mino's greatest weaknesses and he would use them to the greatest extent of his skill, which the bull was starting to believe lived up to the rumors. He was unsure of how long he would really last until cumming, and on the back of his mind was even more worried about what would come after he did so. Worried, yet eager.

The same thick, meaty lips that had kissed and nibbled their way down his legs went up, giving a supple lick to his balls to see him shudder before continuing their way upwards, tasting the thin layer of sweat that had formed over his sides as a drifting hand rubbed his abs. Mino's heart skipped a beat as he realized just where exactly Grat was headed, and could feel the tingle on his skin getting stronger with every inch his tongue took until his nose rubbed against the raised and exposed armpit. He felt the goat take a long, deep sniff and heard him grunt as a muscular arm squeezed his pec.

"This isn't usually my thing, you know? I'm doing it because I know you like it," Grat cupped his chin again, this time more softly, heavily contrasting the somewhat deranged look his arousal had given him. "But damn! I'll admit you smell amazing, man!" and his face dove straight for the pit with his tongue lashing madly at it.

Mino couldn't put up with it any longer and his moans escaped his throat, layered with loud laughter as the rough texture of the goat's tongue tickled his sensitive skin, lathering it with drool and taking in his manly taste. He could feel Grat shivering in excitement under him and before long his own body started thrashing uncontrollably and his leaking erection throbbed more and more painfully, his juices thickening and rising across its length. He gritted his teeth when he tried to hold it back, sweating at the strain it caused him, and the goat's hands rubbing his chest and his snout working its way on his pit weren't helping at all.

"Fuck, man! You taste mighty fine!" Grat suddenly said, startling the bull as he pulled his face on another forced kiss, making Mino taste the musk of his own feet and pits left impregnated in the goat's lips. A gentle hiss reached the bull's ear, a sound he recognized as the one made by fabric rubbing against fabric, and a quick glance down showed him the goat's loincloth falling to the ground and his own massive boner jumping between them, putting his wet and pre-covered length in shame. "I usually have a no touch rule," Grat said when his lips pulled apart from his, "but you're too good of a toy to not play with you. So this will be our secret, ok?"

And of course, Mino had no say in the matter. Grat pushed his hips forward and their lengths touched, his massive meat dwarfing the bull's as they were pressed down on his abs, covering his body in warm, thick pre. The goat then started heaving his whole body upwards, humping Mino's body, their cocks rubbing against one another with squelching sounds from the latter's leaking pre. Grat looked at him with a knowing expression and the bull could contain himself no longer, letting out a loud moo-like scream of sheer pleasure as his cock jerked forward and shot long ropes of thick, warm jizz all over his chest and face, sticking his fur together and covering him in a white coat that emanated an even stronger musk than his pits had.

"You look lovely like this," Grat said with his own breathing heavy, but Mino could barely hear him. He was too drained, panting too hard to listen; he didn't have the strength to even look up at him, and instead kept looking down, towards the throbbing length between the goat's legs, already starting to leak to showcase his impatience. He felt his hand reaching up to smear his cum all over his chest and grope his chest, and he let out a weak moo. "Yeah, you love that, don't you? Little slut," Grat's hand moved down again, lathered up in the bull's hot seed, and he grasped his dick in a tight hold that elicited louder sounds from him. Mino heard another clasp and instead of the warm skin he felt something more plastic tightening his length. When he looked down he noticed the cage-like device that had been set around it, and with a perplexed expression looked back up at the goat, meeting only with that same wicked smile. "I hope you enjoyed that shot, boy... Because it's the only one you'll be getting all night."