THIS PAGE CONTAINS NOT SAFE FOR
WORK WRITING. I don't know how this happened. It was like I
blacked out, and suddenly, this 1.4k freakish monster was in front of
me. I'm not even disgusted by what I wrote, which takes some guts,
considering what I did write is kind of nasty. And it even implies a
part 2. Which is the worst thing ever. On the plate today:
Bull of Minos, surface martyr, and Champion of Elysium getting it on
But not all-together at the same time--separately. Bull and
Champion, Martyr and Champion
Cisgender male Theseus
Cisgender bull Asterius
Intersex/otherwise differently sexed Lupus
Public sex (all parties consenting)
Degradation and humiliation
Mentions of heat cycles
Theseus getting his "just desserts"
I get it. Sounds rough. Please gods don't
kill me yet because if I have to make a part 2 it's gonna blow my cock
“Therian,” Asterius’s deep
voice grumbled in the chamber. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Let’s hear it,” Lupus replied.
“Firstly, I know the proposition is being made at a good time, since
it’s heat season on the surface.” Asterius snorted before he continued.
“I understand you and many others have the sudden drive to mate.”
“...Yes.” Lupus ran his tongue over his teeth. Trying to get through
Elysium right now, while ignoring the urge to fuck anything that
moves, was difficult, to say the least.
“Theseus wants a new challenge,” Asterius continued. “In the stadium. He
wants to be penetrated without letting himself release.”
“As a show?”
“As a show.” Asterius nodded. “If you agree, you’ll be mating him in
front of the crowd, alongside me.”
Normally, Lupus wouldn’t be pleased with the idea of many people
watching him in that way. But there was a different idea in the back of
his mind. The utter humiliation of Theseus, a cocky and foolhardy man,
getting fucked silly in front of a crowd of thousands, trying
desperately not to cum. That was exciting.
Lupus walked beside Asterius as the two pushed through the coliseum
door, the sound of the cheering crowd hitting their ears, hungry for a
new form of entertainment.
“Great shades, my opponent has finally arrived! And it seems he’s
Theseus gave his signature cheeky grin as he stood in the middle of the
coliseum, completely unclothed, facing the incoming fellows.
“King,” Asterius snorted. “I have brought my therian comrade to multiply
“No challenge is too great for me!” Theseus grinned. The crowd cheered
louder for him.
Asterius and Lupus quickly undressed. Between the two of them, there
were few clothes, with only a chiton for Asterius and only a loincloth
for Lupus. Asterius was already half-erect, his dark cock flaring up
from his heavy testicles, swinging next to his thighs. Lupus didn’t have
the same anatomy, but his own cock stood proudly in the air, more than
likely hard ever since he got into Elysium.
“The goal is to not release, even as these two beasts ravage me!”
Theseus addressed the crowd, explaining the game. “If I prevent myself
from releasing, I win! If they are able to make me release, they win!
But I foresee an outcome in my favor, dear Shades!”
The crowd cheered louder for him.
“I’ll go first.”
Asterius stomped into the center of the coliseum, Shades chanting his
name. With the praise, his cock hardened further, but due to its weight,
it hung low. He reached down and palmed it a few times, watching as
Theseus took his place, belly-down on a slanted platform–a modified
“Prepare yourself, King.” Asterius gave another snort as the flared tip
of his cock poked at Theseus’s entrance.
“I’ll not be bested by you, Bull!” Theseus shouted.
Asterius pressed into Theseus, inch by inch, until his furred stomach
hit Theseus’s ass. The crowd blared their praises, some commenting on
the length that Asterius was hiding under the chiton. Theseus grunted,
but held his composure.
“Hah, you’ll have to do better–Ngh!” Theseus’s jeering was
interrupted by a thrust from Asterius, pulling just a bit out from
Theseus and slapping up against him again, loaded testes smacking on
“You’d best watch yourself, King.”
“I’m–nnh–quite used to your ministrations by now, Bull,”
Theseus teased. His voice was accented by each thrust, picking up
whenever Asterius pushed in. “Holding back–ugh–from my own
desire will be easier than picking up a spear!”
Lupus watched from the entrance, cock throbbing. He was ready to get in
there. To be a part of the spectacle. He knew what he’d do. And he would
make Theseus cum, if only to make him squirm with embarrassment
and shame. He licked his lips at the thought of the champion’s
contorting, miserable expression.
A few minutes passed, with heavy breathing from the bull and more snide
comments from the champion, until Asterius finally conceded–by cumming
inside of Theseus.
“I suppose this means I yield,” Asterius grumbled, pulling his sticky
length out of Theseus. Cum trickled down the champion’s taint, but not a
drop from his own shaft.
“Hah! Round one is a win for Theseus!”
The crowd cheered for him, some getting a better view of his used
asshole than others.
“It’s your turn now, therian,” Asterius nodded to Lupus as he passed him
by, wiping his cock off with a towel. “I have faith in you.”
Lupus simply huffed and walked into the spotlight, the crowd roaring
with excitement at the newcomer.
“Aha, here comes the big bad wolf,” Theseus snides, smirking at Lupus.
“What shall you do to me that couldn’t be done by the Bull tenfold?”
The crowd laughed at his slight against Lupus, but the wolf tuned out
the jeering and positioned himself behind Theseus. Asterius’s ample seed
still leaked out of him. Lupus leaned down and dragged his dark tongue
across Theseus’s asshole, happening to lap up some of the cum as he
went. Theseus took in a sharp breath.
“How disgusting,” he jeered. “You truly are an animal.”
There was no greater insult to Lupus, who saw himself now as neither man
nor wolf. When he pulled his snout back up, he propped one foot up onto
the breeding stock, grabbed Theseus’s shoulders, and shoved his entire
length inside. It wasn’t much in comparison to Asterius, but what he
couldn’t achieve in size, he would make up for in spectacle.
Before Theseus could get another word in, Lupus let out a mighty howl,
and addressed both him and the crowd.
“You’re going to be my bitch,” he barked.
“Gh! I bow to no one!” Theseus shouted back.
“You’ll be singing a different tune soon.” Lupus delivered a stinging
slap to Theseus’s ass, to which the champion yelped, covering his mouth.
Where Asterius had more shallow and slower thrusting, Lupus let go of
all inhibition and savagely pumped in and out of Theseus, letting go of
any regard he had. The champion’s asshole was tight and perfect for
Lupus, and he made this clear to all.
“Your ass was made for me,” he barked again. “Don’t you forget that.”
“I belong to no–hngh!–man, or animal!” Theseus could hardly get
a word in with how hard Lupus thrusted into him, jostling his body. He
held on tight, trying to keep his composure.
“Once you’re full of my pups, you won’t want anything else,” Lupus
growled. “You won’t be able to take up a spear ever again. You’ll just
mewl for my cock!”
“N–No!” Theseus gripped the stock, feeling his composure trickle away
with each word.
Saliva trickled down from Lupus’s black lips onto Theseus’s dark back as
he sped up.
“Call me monster all you want,” Lupus growled. “When I’m done with you,
you won’t think of anything else.”
“N-Never, I’ll–” Theseus couldn’t stop the long, drawn-out moan that
escaped his lips as Lupus thrusted into his prostate, cock pressing into
the muscle at the perfect angle.
“That’s right, let everyone hear just how bad you want this!”
“Say it!” Lupus snarled, snapping his teeth next to Theseus’s ear.
The champion cried out, the feeling of fur on his back, claws digging
into his skin, and the throbbing member inside of him too much to bear.
His cock trembled, shooting out an intense spurt of seed, coating the
ground in a creamy white. The crowd erupted in a massive cheer, chanting
the name therian, therian over and over again.
It was Theseus’s worst nightmare, and he was lost in the throes of
pleasure–he’d never recover, and the sensation of failure would always
be linked to that shattering orgasm.
Lupus pulled out of him, cock twitching after depositing his own seed,
and pulled Theseus’s ass cheek to the side to see his work. He couldn’t
help himself from saying one last comment.
“Have fun being my bitch!”
The crowd roared again. Asterius approached from behind, patting Lupus
on the back.
“You’ve earned this,” he snorted, handing the wolf a square glass bottle
full of deep brown liquid.
Lupus gingerly took the bottle from Asterius’s hands, nodding. He shook
himself off as he walked back to grab his loincloth, taking the exit out
of the coliseum.
Theseus was still in a semi-catatonic state from being ravaged, so
Asterius followed the new champion out.
There was another prize he had in mind, if the wolf was