Taking the Chain - Sex Stories

Taking the Chain

... kind, but as Durus' eyes glanced between the human and Mordax, he could find no true comparison. Mordax truly was an almost perfect example of Minotaur prowess. Durus just happened to be better.

The humans set down the pedestal and placed the bowl atop it before scurrying away. Glancing into the bowl, Durus found it was filled with thick scented oil. He smiled and turned back to Mordax on his knees.

He pulled the chain again, forcing Mordax onto his hands. Durus walked behind him, resting his hands on his lower back and trailing his fingers through the leather splits of his skirt.

"You truly are a wonderful fighter," he said.

"Not good enough," Mordax said.

Durus dropped his hand to feel Mordax's thick and muscled thighs. They were firm beneath his touch, but quivering. His hand fell away, uncertain at the touch.

"There is still time to back away," Durus said, lessening his hold on the chain. "I will not force this."

"No," Mordax said through clenched teeth. "I agreed to this."

"But Mordax," he said, running his hand up his thigh again. As before, Mordax shuddered under his touch.

"No," he said again. "I want this."

Durus hand still rested on that muscular flesh, the quiver beneath his palm prominent. But he wanted it? A realisation struck him. Mordax quivered in anticipation. Not fear.

Taking hold of the edge of his leather skirt, Durus ripped the armour up, flipping it over the bull's back. The crowd roared and Durus looked around, soaking ...

... in their praise. He slowly removed the skirt from around Mordax's waist to the crowd's delight.

His hand fell to the revealed flesh of Mordax's mounds. Like his thighs, they were tightly muscled but still held a supple softness that Durus massaged under his hands. Mordax shuddered beneath him, jerking and causing the chain to rattle. Durus pulled on the chain lightly, tugging the bull's head back down, but without any real force.

His fingers glided over Mordax's rounded flesh, finding the ties of his leather thong. He stepped away when he pulled the first one free, allowing the audience to see as he slowly revealed Mordax to their fervour. The second tie slid free, and Durus wanted to savour the reveal as much as he wanted to tease the crowd. The leather fell away, and with it, Mordax's cock was revealed. He was almost completely hard. His scrotum, as thick and strong as the rest of him, sagged down, full and virile. Durus hefted the sacks in his hand. They were warm and soft, the weight of them pleasant as they sat in his palm. He squeezed them gently, not enough to hurt but enough to elicit a choked moan from Mordax. Letting them go, Durus appreciated the way they hung down, heavy with his seed. When had this young bull, so full of vigour and strength, last come? Durus vowed to do something about it.

His roaming hands quickly removed the rest of Mordax's armour and then smoothed back over supple cheeks, spreading them wide to reveal a shining puckered hole. It, too, ...