Adventurer's Reward

Chapter 1 - Discovery

It had taken me months to decipher the ancient engravings on their copper plates. They were filled with strange references, and illustrations of men and gods dressed in strange outfits, some clearly higher status than others, and very clearly some definitely of a sexual nature. I wasn’t alone at this task, but part of a small team working for our doctorates in archaeology, the major part of which was the study of a previously unknown, very advanced and highly unusual civilisation.

“If I’m right, Christo, this civilisation predates the pyramids by several centuries at least, maybe more.” I called up a page of the hieroglyphs, and then showed my translation, side by side. “According to this they tried to show the Egyptians and their neighbours, the Nubians, how to work stone, and build permanent structures.” 

“I knew it!” Christo, our Professor, smiled. “It was never plausible that a bunch of agrarians could suddenly start building sophisticated structures within seventy years — and the Sphinx predates the pyramids by a long way!” He pulled up some documents and translation I knew were part of another section. “These texts say the writers were survivors of a catastrophe that drowned their civilisation, and say it lost its way … but curiously, it then says they hid themselves ‘in the mountain’ and set about saving others like themselves while ‘guiding’ the emergent peoples.”

I read the text. “Yes, but I wonder what they mean about ‘saving others like ourselves’? More survivors of this catastrophe?”

“Not according to this text.” Christo called up another document. “According to this, they were accused of causing the catastrophe by their fellows. So they hid themselves in a place they seem to have named ‘The Hidden Kingdom’.” He grinned. “It seems they were attracted to their own sex and very kinky with it and found ways to use their technology for all sorts of interesting things related to their sexuality. Those images they engraved throughout these text plates are indicators of their sexual tastes.”

“Bloody hell. So they were all Gay! And into fetish as well.” I laughed. “I thought it was all just a bit of eroticism — after all we know the priests in some of the Egyptian temples had some weird fertility and resurrection rites.”

“Yes.” He frowned. “The curious thing is that this ‘civilisation’ seems to have survived, and may still exist.” Christo paused. “There are a lot of legends and rumours about it, and the folklore of several peoples makes references to it — none of them in the past tense, always in the present.”

“And no one has ever found it?”

“I think they have. A society like this can’t exist without new blood, so to speak, so it must be getting new people from somewhere, perhaps many sources.” Christo paused. “Phil Rubio and I have been working on a number of leads, and we think we’ve located it. Just one problem — to get in, you have to be Gay and kinky …”

“Shit.” I paused. I’m more straight than bi, but I am into some forms of kinky sex, when I can get it. I shrugged. “I guess that rules me out then.”

“Not necessarily.” Christo paused. “I’ll have to investigate this a lot further, but there may be a way. Either way we need to find the entrance, find out exactly what is required to get in, and then all be prepared to act in role until we have what we want for our research. Phil thinks there may be a source we can use and I think the rest is something we can work out. The big question is whether you, Dennis, Clive and Steve are prepared to go through with whatever it takes to get us in there. We need to actually see it for ourselves and record it to get our work on these texts published and accepted.”

I grinned. “That could be a big problem for Clive! He finds the images in the text he’s working on offensive — and he’s not big on Gays either, though he’s not aggressive about it. Just uncomfortable in their company. Trouble is, without him, some of the restoration and recovery work we’ll probably need to do isn’t going to be possible.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Christo leaned back. “Make no mistake about it, if we can find this place, or the remains of it, and bring back the proof we are right, you guys will have your doctorates and you’ll be made for life.”

I nodded. “I guess, but the Gay thing …”

Chapter 2 - Preparation

“Our information comes from very reliable sources.” Christo stood at the large map in front of us. “The Hidden Kingdom is located in the valley formed by the ring of the eroded plateau here. At its northern end there is said to be a large lake, believed to be the source of the river that rises on this side of the plateau in the caves located here.” He touched the map at a point near its southern end. “There are only two ways into the valley — one should be by air, the other is by means of a cave system entered through an underground chamber of this ruined temple.” He held up a picture of a nondescript looking ruin.

“How come it’s never been photographed from the air then? If you can get in that way, surely a satellite could get pictures?” The questioner was   Phil, my mentor and tutor in ancient writing systems and an expert in hieroglyphics.

“There is something odd about this plateau which throws some sort of interference screen over the valley. It’s believed to be actually generated by some technology we don’t yet have by the person I got this information from.” Christo held up a hand. “No, not little grey men with big eyes stuff, but probably something like. For the same reason no one who has reached the plateau ever reports seeing anything of the valley, it is something that Dennis and Steve are going to be looking at while we’re there.”

The expedition had been well planned, a ‘field trip’ to last at least six months, to the fabled ‘lost civilisation’ of the Hidden Kingdom, though the professor had given it a different name and spin to secure funding. Christo was an Archeological Historian, our Prof at the University, two of the others present were staffers, lecturers and three of us students. 

“I know that dump.” Dennis, a big macho guy spoke up. “It’s got a really bad rep with the locals. They avoid it like the plague because it’s cursed or something. Isn’t it in the canyon near the Moon Mountains?”

Christo laughed. “Yes, it is. What most people don’t know is that it is also the entrance to the Hidden Kingdom.” He looked around. “Well, now’s our chance to find it and prove that this codex we’ve been working on is no fake. It’s pretty risky, but I think the rewards are going to be spectacular. As you know it’s supposed to have been founded by the Gay survivors of a cataclysm lead by a Pharaoh according to legend, and it is a living record of the culture that they came from and how it has evolved since. It’s an archeologists dream and the information I have is that you can’t move for gold and jewels. Here are some pictures.” He handed them round and we all studied the golden statues, the gilded buildings and the magnificent scenery. 

The one thing I noticed right off was the strange outfits all the guys in the pictures were wearing — and the few women were wearing even more outlandish outfits and seemed to be very masculine. Someone else raised the question before I could.

“How do we get in? We can’t just walk up to the gate keepers and say, ‘hey, open up, we want in.’ And looking at these pictures, we can hardly walk in there like this!”

“Yeah, that is the one problem. Only Gays are ever admitted — and then only Gays into certain Fetish and Bondage practices. The fetish outfits and equipment is no problem, the actual practice might be for us.” His eye swept the group. “How big a problem depends on how eager we are to get a piece of the wealth of history and the treasure that’s in there.”

I sipped my beer as Clive and Steve joined me. “What do you think? Can we fake this enough to get in? And what happens if we’re caught?”

Steve laughed. “I don’t know about you guys, but Christo reckons he’s got some pills we can take which will help us fake it — I’ll give it a whirl, that place is an absolute dream come true for archeological explorers like us and they won’t miss a few chunks of gold or even notice we’ve been and gone.”

Clive nodded. “Yeah.” He glanced at me. Both of us just twenty-two and still getting used to sex, we were both rather too well endowed and I was a little shy about it. “I’m game if you are, Pat. But I really don’t know how I’ll react to having to kiss another guy or have sex with him. Really not my thing.”

I grinned. “I know what you mean, but it can’t be that bad. Just lie back and think of the fame and the doctorate.” I swigged my beer. “Yeah, I’m game, even if we don’t get rich on it, the history will make one hell of a thesis when I write up my doctoral paper.”

I stared at the outfit laid out on the table. “That’s it? That’s what I have to wear from now on?”

Clive looked a bit worried as he stared at his. “Uh, if I guess right, my ass is going to be exposed when I’m in this lot.”

“Count yourself lucky,” I snorted. “If I guess this right, that thing is going into my butt!” I touched the big cone shaped thing attached to the understrap of the harness. “And that cage thing isn’t meant to cover my tackle - it looks as if it’s supposed to display it.”

Clive looked at his outfit. “Mine’s the same.” We looked at the outfits Dennis, Christo, Steve and Phil were wearing and the three tutors were clearly wearing outfits designed to project authority. Steve wore an outfit very similar to mine, and looked good in it. 

“Hey, no fair, Christo. Why do we get to wear these outfits and you guys get to be our bosses?”

Christo laughed. “Because, in a sense we are. We have to pair up, so you and Phil will be a pair, Steve is with Dennis and Clive is with me. This place works on a ‘master/slave‘ system, so as you guys are the youngest, its more plausible this way. Now, get the outfits on, you’ll need help with some of it and you’ll be wearing it for the next week or so until we are all feeling comfortable and natural in our roles.” He held up his hand to stop Clive’s protest. “We have to be absolutely convincing about this guys — or we’re all going to find ourselves staying there and permanently Gay from what we’ve learned about the place.”

I grumbled a bit, but the logic was unshakeable, so, reluctantly and blushing furiously, I stripped down and began to assemble the harness on myself. Thankfully, my embarrassment kept my cock from showing its interest as the head harness, collar, chest harness, slave belt and attached chaps and boots were fitted and secured, with small padlocks securing every buckle and a larger one securing the collar. It was surprisingly comfortable — even when my rather generous cock had to be fitted through the steel ring that encircled my scrotum and my cock root. My balls then dropped into a separate cage and my cock lay in a curved tray to be imprisoned a few seconds later when I closed the hinged top over it and Phil secured it with an Allen Key.

Phil handed me a large tube with a thin applicator attached. “Coat the plug with this stuff. then put one leg on the chair.” He moved a chair into position. “And carefully push the applicator inside yourself. Make sure you get a good dose inside and when you pull it out, leave a generous amount around your hole.” He grinned. “The plug fits a lot easier if you have plenty of lube on it.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it hurt as I pushed the thing home, though not as much as the stretch the damned plug gave me as that went in! I was surprised as my anus gripped the narrow stem of the plug at the base of the flare and pulled it all the way inside me, then Phil tightened the understrap and told me to stand up straight. Instantly my cock stiffened and strained against the cage as the plug made contact with my prostate.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “You mean I’m going to have this thing inside me until we get out of there again?”

The others laughed. “Longer, if we don’t make a convincing show of it,” said Christo.

I blushed furiously as Phil put the finishing touches to the outfit, heavy cuffs on my wrists and above the elbows, and the others enjoyed my embarrassment at the effect the plug was having on me.

A week later I had become, if not used to the outfit, at least accustomed to it, though I had also had to undergo the shaving of my head and depilation of the rest of my, admittedly scarce, body hair.

“OK, guys, this is it. Tonight is the night. I have the instructions to open the access, and passes to be handed to the guards, once we’re in we have to be scrupulous about roles, OK? Pat, you must never, ever, address me, Phil or Dennis by name, always as ‘master’ or ‘sir.’ Got that?”

“Yes, Chr.. I mean, Master.”

He gave me a stern look. “That’s exactly the kind of slip could land us all in the cart.”

“Yes - Master.” I was still unhappy about losing my hair, the body hair didn’t bother me half as much as my shaved head, but they were right, the head harness I had to wear didn’t sit well with hair!

Phil patted my shoulder. “Look at it this way, in three months we’ll be out of there, with luck with some artefacts and enough to make us rich as well as famous. It’s worth putting up with a bit of hassle for it.”

“I guess — Master.” I made a conscious effort to add the ‘title.’ I was determined not to get caught out and drop them in it. I glanced at Clive, he looked even more worried than me — after all, he was going into a place where he could get fucked, literally, especially with his ass on display as it was. I just hoped he could deal with his role, mine was going to be a lot easier to maintain as Phil had agreed to gag me if there looked to be a chance I could slip up.

Chapter 3 - Into the Lion’s Den

The entrance to the reception was through a recess behind a ruined altar of offering. Christo touched the glyphs around the sides of the altar, then touched the ‘horns’ in a particular pattern. The recess opened silently and light spilled out. Christo and Clive led the way and Phil and I followed, me with a gag muzzle covering my mouth and my arms attached to the harness at anchor points on the cuffs.

The doorman checked the pass Phil offered and grinned. “Looks like your boi there is well prepared. Have great trip.”

“Thanks,” Phil replied, his hand on my exposed buttcheek. “The kid’s a bit nervous, but he’ll be fine.”

“His first time then?” The doorman laughed. “Most of them never want to leave.”

My ears pricked up at the suggestion that people came and went through this place to reach this Higher Kingdom. If they came back regularly, presumably it was because something prevented them from staying, and as the secret of it remained secret, what prevented anyone talking about it? 

I followed Phil into the spacious foyer, doing my best to act as if I was just another well trained slave boy following his master. Behind me I heard the doorman greeting Dennis and Steve. Of us all, Steve had adapted to his role much more easily than Clive or me and, to be honest, looked completely at home in his harness and in his role as a willing bondage fetish slave.

When all six of us had gathered in the waiting room the doorman directed us into, a new figure emerged from the shadows and walked forward to greet us. I stared in amazement at his outfit, a simple harness that left his enormous cock free, he wore what I took to be boots that gave his lower legs the appearance of being the forelimbs of a bull and hooves for his feet. His head was covered by a rubber mask giving him a face shaped like a bull’s, and horns projected from his temples. Broad armbands on his upper arms proclaimed him to be the ‘Portal Keeper’ and his voice seemed deeper and more animal than anything I had ever heard from a human as he said, “Slaves must be transported in the slave cages, bring them this way.”

Phil steered me in the direction the Gate Keeper indicated and Clive, Steve and I found ourselves being fitted into body shaped cages. These were then suspended from an overhead rail and the bull-man moved us, one at a time into an enclosed vehicle of some sort. I was the last and I found his touch somehow exciting but frightening, particularly when his massive cock touched me between my cheeks. 

As he anchored my cage I heard him rumble, “You will make a good plaything little one. Especially when you are improved.”

What the hell did that mean, I thought as he shut the door to my compartment and I was left in total darkness. For a moment I panicked. I was helpless in the harness anyway, and now this body cage rendered movement impossible. The darkness was absolute as well and no sound penetrated the confines of the compartment I was in even though I knew the other two were in the identical units to my right.

I struggled to get my fear under control and succeeded, forcing myself to relax and eventually I found myself dozing off. I must have slept, because a gentle motion brought me back to awareness and I realised that we were moving, apparently quite rapidly, though it was so smooth it was difficult to tell.

“Close your eyes, the light will be bright at first.” The voice startled me. Again, it had a deep and rather animal timbre to it and it demanded obedience.

The light wasn’t as bright as I expected, but the opening of the container I had travelled in let in enough to cause a glow even through my eyelids. 

“You may open them now, slave.”

I opened my eyes and let them adjust, taking in the room we were now in carefully. An attendant in a rather elaborate harness and with a strange headdress covering his head, moved my cage carefully onto the overhead rail and slid me along it until I made contact with Clive in his. I could just make out Steve ahead of him and then another cage was pushed up behind mine and I felt the touch of someone’s caged cock against my butt. 

The attendant attached links from my cock cage to Clive’s butt strap and did the same to the guy behind me, then our cages were moving smoothly into a sort of tunnel, though this was dimly lit and we could see the walls and the route we were following as the cages slipped steadily along and slightly upward. 

At the end of the tunnel we entered a larger chamber to be met by a new group of figures in rubber hoods, thigh length boots and rubber pouches. All of them seemed to be wearing heavy collars which I realised marked them as ‘slaves’ rather than ‘masters’ and they all worked in total silence, the hoods obviously concealing gags as well. They quickly guided our cages onto a ‘parking’ gantry and we found ourselves alongside several more cages each containing guys like ourselves, although most of these guys seemed to have a better idea of what to expect — and to be enjoying the prospect! 

After a longish wait, during which our attendants retrieved cages from the gantries, manoeuvring and re-arranging us as they did so, I felt the guy behind me being detached and removed. Then it was my turn, only I didn’t move far as they were detaching and moving Steve, I realised why neither of my companions had spoken during our extended wait.

As his cage passed mine I saw the strange gag covering the lower half of Clive’s face - and the worried look in his eyes as he passed me.

Chapter 4 - The Initiation

After a further long wait, Steve was collected and, like Clive, was gagged as he was carried past me. I was startled a few minutes later to find the attendants moving me. By this time I was one of only three guys left in the room and beginning to worry. None of the others seemed to be gagged, but no one spoke and I would soon learn that this was one of the major rules. Slaves spoke only when commanded to do so.

For me, that was going to be a hard lesson.

My cage was guided into a short tunnel and I emerged a few minutes later in a small room where two well built attendants in similar garb to that worn by the Gate Keeper we had first encountered took me out of the cage and one of them attached a short chain to my collar before indicating I should follow him.

Leading me to an oddly shaped door, he ushered me through it and I found myself being handed over to a worried looking Phil. He whispered softly as he pretended to check my collar, “Kneel as soon as we reach the counter and make as if you’re eager to suck my cock or something. Don’t overdo it though. Christo didn’t know about this bit!”

He led me forward and we arrived at a counter. The guy behind it was one of the most macho guys I had ever encountered, a sort of cross between Hell’s Angel Biker and Michealangelo’s David.

“Welcome to the Second Kingdom. Can I see your Pass please.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a demand and Phil handed it over as I knelt carefully and placed my face as close to his bulging codpiece as I felt comfortable with. Even so, the strong scent of his sex, mingled with the smell of warm rubber was pretty strong and sent a slight shiver through me. I really wasn’t that comfortable with touching another guy’s tackle and having my face this close to his crotch wasn’t something I’d choose to do anyway. But then, a week dressed in this freakish outfit with a big plug in my backside certainly wasn’t something I’d have dreamed of trying before this. This whole thing better be worth it!

The Adonis was talking to Phil. “So, this is your first visit? And your slave is still in training is he? Why do you keep him gagged?”

“Yes. We only recently learned of it and I thought it would be a great experience for my boi and for me.” Phil sounded convincing. “The opportunity will be a good training exercise for the Boi. He’s gagged at present, because his excitement made him forget the correct form of address for his master.”

The man laughed. “Well, he’ll need to learn discipline fast here then, or he won’t just be wearing a gag for a spell. How long has he been in training?”

“A while, though we have been partnered for ages, but only started exploring his limits recently.” He caressed my head, my signal I realised to make some show of wanting to please him and rubbed my muzzle to his codpiece in what I hoped was a convincing show of affection and desire.

The Adonis laughed. “Well, he’s a bit inexperienced, but he’ll soon learn. Make sure he understands the Rules. He’s at the bottom of the hierarchy of slaves at present — here is a chart he’d better memorise before you take him out in the streets.” He chuckled. “Otherwise he’ll find himself spending some time in the Temple Pens. Now, take him to the reception room over there, so he can be marked and then you’d better give him some of what he’s so keen to have.”

Taking back the Pass, Phil patted my shoulder. “We may not have time — I have to meet up with the rest of our group.” Phil laughed. “He’s keen OK, but he’ll have to wait — much as I will! Come on, let’s get you IDed so we can catch up with the others.”

“No, we take servicing of our slaves seriously. Your friends will wait. Once he’s been marked, you’ll have the use of a cubicle.” The Adonis gave me the eye, taking in my imprisoned cock. “When was he last milked?”

“Milked? Oh, no he hasn’t been milked since he began his training.”

The Adonis handed over a coupon and operated some switch behind the counter. “Then he’s overdue. I’ve assigned a milking booth to you, he can satisfy you and be milked at the same time. Your friends will be advised to wait.”

Feeling trapped, I let Phil lead me into the door marked ‘Slave Reception.’ This was not at all part of the script we had been given and I was far from being a happy bunny as Phil picked out a design for my mark. I was even less happy when the rubber suited attendant, obviously a Master by his build and demeanour as he dealt with me, made me bend over a padded bench and then applied a thing that felt like a large multi-needle hypodermic to my right butt cheek.

I gasped as the needles pierced my skin and the gag saved my uttering an expletive as he said, “That’ll permanently mark him as your property. If you sell him, he’ll get a modification to identify his new owner.” He patted my butt and tweaked the base of my buttplug. “I wouldn’t mind buying him myself if you’re looking to sell.”

My face was red with anger as I stood up again, but I realised this was far from the time or the place unless I wanted to spend the rest of my life here!

Phil led me across to the booth the guy indicated and settled me on the slave stool while he checked the device that occupied one wall. He came back to me and made me stand. He whispered as he unfastened the muzzle, “Shit, this is going to be tricky, Pat. None of this was in the stuff we got from Christo’s informant.” He slipped a pill into my mouth and made as if he was kissing me. “Swallow that, it’ll make this a lot easier for you. And don’t act up, whatever you do. We’re on CCTV, I’m pretty sure.”

I signalled my agreement. I wasn’t looking forward to whatever was going to happen next, but I sure as hell didn’t want to make it any worse. I wondered what Clive and Steve were having to go through as I let Phil strap me to the frame of the machine occupying one wall and bit back a protest as he opened my cock cage and released my swelling member. I had to bite back another gasp as he slipped a lubricated and lined tube over my now erect member and then operated the controls, reading the instructions softly to me as he did so.

Then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, whispering, “This thing is going to give you quite a wank, just relax and enjoy it, but you also have to suck my cock. Are you ready for that?”

“No. But you better let me try,” I whispered back. “Just remember I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Ever had a girlfriend do it to you?”

I nodded slightly. He was as aroused as me, his cock large, and to my stupid relief, cut, like mine.

“Then just try to do the same to me. The pill will kick in any moment, so I’m going to lower you and let you have my cock, OK?”

I smiled and met his eyes. “I guess,” I breathed.

The machine descended and the thing embracing my cock began to massage it gently. It was an incredible sensation and suddenly, the sight of Phil’s large erection just at the level of my face wasn’t as repulsive as I usually found another guy’s erection.

I tried to remember what my only girlfriend had done to my cock and carefully accepted Phil’s swollen ‘head‘ into my mouth. To my surprise, it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. In fact, the scent, the taste of his precum, and the feel of it as I rolled my tongue around it was far from unpleasant. I shut my eyes and tried to give him the same treatment my girlfriend had once given me. 

The machine massaging my cock gradually increased its tempo until I was almost on the edge of shooting my load, but then it slowed and I found myself trying to hump my hips in an effort to recapture the sensation. Then Phil shot his load into my mouth. I gagged a little, then realised I had no choice except to swallow, so I did, again surprised that it actually tasted pretty good. I was still making a show of reluctance to allow him to pull his now relaxing member out of my mouth when the thing massaging my cock, brought me to the edge and tipped me over it. 

I emptied my balls in what felt like a solid stream, while the device slurped and massaged, draining me completely. I was barely conscious when Phil replaced my gag and then raised the machine, released my cock and replaced its cage, then released me from the machine and led me out of the cubicle to be greeted by the Adonis and the Reception Master.

“Here’s your Accommodation Pass, and your Credit Allowance Card.” He grinned as he looked me over. “I think your Boi will appreciate the furnishings and he’ll have a lot of opportunity to improve his technique.” 

 I followed Phil on my leash to the exit and into the exit foyer, my butt still smarting a bit from the tattoo and conscious of the fact that my cock was still semi-tumescent in its cage, dribbling a little and glistening with lubricant.

Chapter 5 - The Second Kingdom

We met the others in the exit foyer. I have to say that Christo and Dennis looked cool and quite at ease, Steve and Clive both looked slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable. Both had tattoos like mine on their right butt cheek, though each was different and took the form of a cartouche enclosing several hieroglyphs. They were coloured and highly detailed, bright marks on our creamy skin, clearly something we’d have for life now. 

The reason for Clive’s unhappy look was pretty clear as soon as I saw the sheen of lubricant coating his buttcrack. But we soon forgot this as we passed through the doorway and found ourselves at the head of a wide sweep of stairs leading down to a wide Plaza.

Statues gleamed around the sides and a fountain provided a magical feature at its centre. People passed across the square, some obviously slaves, others less distinctively dressed, and others clearly masters. The outfits ranged from harness style, through kilt-like leather outfits for Masters, and officials, some had elaborate collars and headdress and others wore latex and hoods. 

The architecture of the buildings was straight out of Ancient Egypt, but appeared to be new and of much lighter construction than the originals. The decorated walls and steles were covered in fabulous hieroglyphs and we gazed about in wonder as we followed the directions we had been given to our accommodation.

Everywhere we looked was another treasure trove of historical artefacts and Phil was happily reading some of these off as we walked. “Look at this,” he breathed, like a kid in a candystore told he can have anything he likes. “There are monuments here that go back thousands of years and they’re complete, unaltered and ...”

Christo grinned. “And we’ll have years of study to record them and write up the history they tell.”

“True. But I’ve got a special gag for Pat here. It’s got a camera built into it and all he has to do is bite down on it for it to start recording whatever he’s looking at. That will give us quite a bit to work on once we’re out of here and have to start looking for some research funding to support our project.”

I sensed Clive’s interest as we heard this, but with both of us gagged - and the threat of ‘punishment’ if we spoke out without permission - we merely exchanged glances. A few hundred more yards brought us to the entrance of an imposing building and passing through the doors found ourselves in the most stunning atrium I had ever seen.

A fountain dominated the centre of the floor, directly below a glass pyramid above and I stared at the statues decorating it and standing in the niches around the walls. Statues of men sucking penises, or being fucked were everywhere. Very lifelike rubber statues in the niches all displayed huge erections and plenty of bondage gear and some appeared to be half men and half mystical creatures, though, to my interested gaze, there were also some mummy cases and several empty niches and statue pedestals. 

It was not until we passed close to one of the niches that I realised the ‘statue’ was actually a living guy, though he seemed to be totally immobilised and only his eyes moved as we passed.

The suite allocated to Phil and I was essentially a dungeon, though it had a fabulous view across the city. There was no doubt in my mind that somewhere along the line I was going to wind up wearing all of the gear hanging in the slave gaderobe and discovering what all the equipment with which the place was furnished, was for. It was equally clear that I would be sleeping in the slave cage at one side of the room unless I fancied sleeping in the large rubber sheeted bed with Phil.

“This place has got everything,” Phil said once we were alone. He reached over and removed my gag. “I don’t think we’re monitored here, but be careful. Always stay in role, OK?”

I nodded, wondering if I should risk speaking.

Phil grinned and said, “OK, you have permission to reply to me when not wearing a gag.”

“Thanks,” I said, then belatedly remembered to add, “Master.”

He gave me a funny look. “You know when you were giving me ...”

“Yeah. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Master.”

“Good.” He looked relieved. “Look, I know this wasn’t part of the plan, but we’re obviously going to have to make it look as if we are ...”

“I kinda got that message,” I grimaced. “Master. I hope you’ve got a lot of those pills though, they do seem to help somehow. Er, Master.” I added hastily.

He looked relieved. “Good, yes, we’ve got a good supply.” There was a knock at the door and he called, waving me toward a set of upright stocks and signalling I should get into them, “One minute!” He locked the neck piece in place, then secured the waist and wrist board and both locked as he did so. He clipped my ankles into place and that board locked as well. Quickly pulling my muzzle into place he fastened it and then walked to the door and opened it.

Christo stood there, a man clad entirely in rubber and with only his eyes visible standing at his shoulder. “Good, you’re settling in already.” He winked carefully. “This is Ptar, he’s our floor supervisor and needs to check that all your equipment is functioning correctly and, P.., your slave is properly secured and knows his place.”

“Great,” Phil put on a big smile. “I was just trying out the vertical body stocks on him. I think you’ll find he adapts quite quickly.” He stood aside and the black rubber figure entered, his eyes sweeping the room and missing nothing.

Making straight for me, the man stopped a few feet in front of me and then checked the stocks and my gag. In a deep voice that immediately sent a sexual thrill through me, he said, “I note he is gagged, please ensure he knows his place in the slave hierarchy when it is removed.” He handed over a small booklet. “Here is the manual for the equipment in this room, if there is anything that is unclear, please call for assistance and I will send a trained operator to assist you.” He fixed his eyes on me as he added, “As is customary, your slaves must be entered for the slave circus on the second night of your stay. Please ensure they are ready to be collected and taken to the arena for preparation two hours before sunset. You will receive a reminder an hour before that time.”

  “Oh?” Christo looked concerned as well he damned well should have been. “We were not advised of this when we received our Passes.”

The rubberclad man chuckled. “It is encoded on the Pass, if you had checked it in any encryption reader you would have seen it.” He indicated a unit near the door. “Insert it here and you will get the full details on the screen.” He studied me again and said, “Enjoy your stay — I am sure it will be educational.”

Christo accompanied him and the door had no sooner shut behind them than Phil walked back to me and began to remove the gag. “Shit!” he said, “This is going sour — we’re in the shit for sure now.” 

“You can fucking say that again!” I began. The door signal chimed softly.

“Fuck, now who?” Phil sounded panicked.

“How the fuck should I know — I’m only the one who stands to get his arse screwed and his mouth filled with a cock or two.”

“Sorry, sorry! OK, shit, just keep quiet, I’ll see who it is,” he finished as the door chimed again.

“Conference time, guys.” Christo strode into the room, trailed by Clive, Steve and Dennis. None of them looked happy. He looked at me, still in the stocks. “Better stay where you are, Pat, just in case we get another visit. Clive, you and Steve better get into some of this equipment as well.”

The other two protested, but each picked something, Clive seating himself in a heavy bondage ‘throne’ and Steve picking out a sling. While they were being strapped and manacled into these, Phil added a couple of things to my restraints and Christo began to speak. “Look guys, we didn’t expect this — in fact, there’s something fishy about the whole thing. The ‘process’ we went through coming in wasn’t what I’d been told to expect and now this. I’m damned sure there was nothing about this on the Pass — and I did check them when I got them.”

“All very well for you guys,” I said from my stocks. “It’s me, Clive and Steve that are going to get our arses screwed, and I don’t know about the others, but that isn’t exactly my style!” 

“I know, I know.” Christo sat on the edge of the bed. “The trouble is we can’t get out now. These Passes are to allow entry and exit on specified dates. It was made very clear that any attempt to leave before the due date would cause a major problem for us. We’re just going to have to find a way through this somehow.”

Steve chipped in from the sling. “Yeah, but you guys aren’t going to be the one’s in this circus thing either. What the hell is that all about?”

“I’m fucked if I know.” Christo stood up. “Look, let’s see if there is anything in the information bank the Pass gives access to. Phil, use yours and let’s see what we can find out.”

Clive made gargling noises from behind his gag and Dennis said over his shoulder, “Cool it guys. We’ll figure something out as soon as we’ve seen what we’re into here.”

Ten minutes and several soto voce exclamations later, Christo gathered them round us. “OK, guys, we’re in trouble, but I think we can get through it.” He held up a hand as Clive gargled, I protested and Steve went ballistic. When we’d finished he said, “I know, it’s you guys are going to take the main heat, but so are we in several interesting ways if we don’t all work together and work our way through it. So, here’s the deal. If you three play your roles and go through with this I will make sure you have scholarships right through to the completion of your PhD. I’ll also make sure you stay on my ‘research’ staff and we — the three of us — will make sure you do get your doctorates.”

“We have a choice?” Steve’s voice was bitter.

“I guess not, but I’ll stand by what I said.”

“Fine,” I said, “but, I’m not that keen to let anyone fuck me up the arse. Sucking Phil was one thing — and the pill helped — wearing this plug is another, but being fucked and having to suck a whole lot of guys? No way.”

“Look, we have something that can help with that. It has to be injected and it lasts about six months. What it does is make guys seem like women to you. Basically it turns you on to them and off to females.”

Clive managed to make enough noises to get Dennis to remove his gag. He was pretty near incandescent with fury. “I’m not about to let anyone fuck me! I didn’t enjoy it at the fucking entry portal and I’m fucked if I’m going to have it again. I don’t fucking care what the consequences are — I want out of here now!”

“Listen up, dickhead.” Dennis and Steve spoke across each other. Dennis indicated Steve should continue. “We aren’t able to get out! We have no fucking options. You screw up and we’re all screwed, so fucking calm down, and let’s hear about this injection.”

“Thanks, Steve.” Christo sounded relieved. “OK, there is one condition to its use though, if I give it to you three, everyone has to take it.” He looked at the other two. “Is that clear? We all have to act the right way now or we’re sunk.”

Clive muttered and the other two looked worried. Eventually Phil and Dennis nodded. “Fair enough. Better give it to us first though.”

“Agreed.” Christo opened a small clutch bag he’d carried in and took out a set of needles and a syringe. Then he produced a box of large ampoules.

I watched as Christo gave himself a large shot and then did the same for the other two. Each of them got a full ampoule – about 50 millilitres. Then it was my turn. The shot stung like fuck for a few minutes, but then eased off and I felt a little strange, then lightheaded, and then incredibly aware of the smell of rubber, horny guys and my desire to suck Phil’s cock.

“Fuck,” said Phil. “That fucking stuff works fast.” He grinned at me. “How do you feel?”

Before I could answer, Clive gasped, “Chris – Master, please …”

Christo stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth. “Yes, Clive, I know, it’s making me horny as hell too. But we have to try and behave as if we usually feel this way.” He grinned. “Tell you what; I’ll activate the dildo in the seat – just imagine it’s me for a bit.” He pressed the switch and Clive let out a yelp of surprise as the solid dildo rose, pressed against his anus and then slid into him. “I think the gag mask will be needed.” Christo slipped it into place and had it firmly strapped and secure as the dildo began a rhythmic pumping of Clive’s butt.

Phil grinned as Clive’s moaning through the gag began to suggest enjoyment and whispered, “You’d like to be in that position as well?”

I grinned. “No, master, I’d like to suck your cock again, but if you wanted me to replace Clive, I’d want to please you.”

“I’ve a different idea.” He grinned and held up a piece of rubber I recognized as a hood. “But you’re going to wear this for it.” Before I could see it properly it was engulfing my head. The rubber covered my eyes and, as he zipped and secured the straps, it pulled tight, the rubber over my mouth and chin prevented any sound escaping me as he began to release me from the stocks. I submitted to being led to a new position and secured over a bench. Then he replaced my butt plug with a dildo and I found myself being fucked by a machine.

Later I followed him into the street, my harness restored to its original configuration with the head harness fitted and a new gag filling my mouth. I was feeling very strange, but my awareness of the strangeness of my outfit no longer seemed to matter as I carefully followed Phil on his walk keeping one pace behind him and to his left. My instructions were clear enough; I was to look at and photograph everything Phil indicated. The camera was hidden in the gag and all I had to do was make sure I was looking directly at the view he wanted and bite down on the gag.

The ‘street’ was lined with shops offering a wide range of ‘normal’ goods and a hell of a lot of things clearly for sex. A number specialised in fetish matters and I was quite glad Phil and I were merely into bondage sex. But it was the monuments and buildings mainly that Phil was interested in and at times he almost forgot that I was supposed to be his ‘slave’ in his excitement. I photographed everything he stopped to look at and a few more things he expressed interest in. 

As we got into the centre of the city I needed to take a lot more, but now we also encountered lesbians, their slaves sometimes males, but mostly women in harnesses or rubber and other fetish wear. And we encountered ‘pony’ chariots. 

These were pulled by men and women with hooves for feet, some even having heads with a definite horsey shape and look. All of them wore harnesses clearly designed to control them as well as fix them to the vehicle they pulled, with bridles and bit gags giving their ‘drivers’ control over direction. Some chariots, obviously belonging to wealthy inhabitants, were pulled by four ‘ponies’ all wearing very fancy harness and even plumes on their bridles and all of them ‘stepped’ smartly along as if showing off their state. Some owners obviously favoured displaying their ‘horses’ genitals and some had them displayed but restrained while others had them completely hidden. 

Then we saw a bus. It was drawn by eight big burly men, all in heavy working harness. All of them either had heads like horses, or wore masks, it was difficult to tell because they wore rubber hoods covering them and the bridle over that. Each hood carried a number and their forearms and hands were sheathed and locked to a push bar in front of them. Their legs and feet were clearly those of a heavy horse, but then I noticed with a shock that they all had enormous cocks hanging free - but no scrotum ...

In my surprise I took a picture of one.

Masters rode the bus, slaves had to walk behind it, so I joined the four slaves already at the rear and allowed the conductor, a huge man dressed in skintight rubber, to attach a chain to my collar and cuff my hands in front of me. 

“No talking to other slaves — and no contact. Got it?”

I bowed my head in submission. The boy in front of me turned slightly and I noted his rubber sheathed cock was apparently erect as he winked. Only his eyes visible in his head to toe covering of shiny black rubber. I stared at his suit, it almost looked as if it was adhering to him, his nipples showed through it and it moulded tightly into his butt. As we moved off I realised that his butt must be open, or at least available to his master as I caught a glimpse of a flash of what appeared to be skin and lube.

The bus did not move that fast, though we had to walk quickly to keep up and the boy beside me evidently had a little difficulty as he was wearing a pair of high heeled thigh length boots obviously designed for a woman. His harness was a heavy one despite his having only a very small pouch covering his crotch and it had a rather strangely feminine appearance as well. He wore a transport gag, something I had already realised all ‘slaves’ were required to wear when traveling in any form of vehicle and apparently behind them as well. The bus stopped, but the boy behind me wasn’t fast enough and he bumped into me, his steel encased cock slipping between my legs as he was a little shorter than me. 

“I warned you. No contact. You, in front. I’ll let it pass for you this time, but you,” I heard his hand slap on the guys shoulder, “I’ve warned you before. Six demerits on your record.” He approached a leather master on the bus. “Your slave’s ID Writer, please.” 

I watched as the man handed over the small device I knew Phil carried for me as well. The Conductor fitted it into his machine and tapped in a code. He frowned.

“He’s already got twelve demerits, this latest transgression takes him over the limit for standard punishment.” He glanced at the slave, now beside me and grinned. “Take him to the Public Corrections Department immediately.” He reached into a compartment and withdrew a heavy collar, snapping it tight around the slaves neck. “The Slave Patrol will be able to trace him if he is not turned in there within an hour.”

“But,” his ‘owner’ began, “we’re visitors, not residents. Surely the rules are a bit more flexible for him? After all, I’m pretty sure it was an accident.”

I glanced at the guy standing next to me and saw the quickly suppressed excitement in his eyes above his gag.

“I’ve been watching him, sir, and I don’t agree. Now, please remove him, the Public Corrections Office is down the next street on your left. If you go straight there, I’m sure the punishment will be lighter - especially if you are due to return to your own land soon.” He unclipped the chain and steered the slave to the curb. As soon as the master had dismounted, the bus moved off again and I was left wondering what these punishments would be as I also studied, almost subconsciously, the delicious looking cocks and butts and exciting outfits all around me.

We finally arrived at the Circus Maximus and Phil dismounted, accepting my lead again and waiting for the removal of my cuffs. As the bus moved away I found myself staring at the poster proclaiming the ‘show’ for tomorrow. It proclaimed, “Three newly arrived slaves selected at random for the Minotaur Challenge! See them attempt to evade his attentions!” Below this was an image of a man with a head like a bull and lower limbs the same. But his gigantic cock sent a thrill of excitement and fear through me. Beneath his picture there were further ‘acts’ described, such as ‘pony training, acrobatics, chariot racing, slave wrangling, wrestling and Public Corrections performed for your pleasure.’

I gulped. Somehow I knew that ‘evading’ the Minotaur, was not going to be likely. I had a feeling that Steve, Clive and I were going to get to know that enormous cock very intimately.

Chapter 6 - Perform, or else!

I spent the night in bed with Phil, an experience I would only hours before would have found hugely uncomfortable. Sensing that he had a huge hard-on, I risked punishment. Worming my way beneath the covers I positioned myself to suck his very attractive erection so I could savour his spunk again. He made no objection, even moving a little to make it more accessible to me and stroking my shaved head as I worked. I had hoped he’d let me out of the chastity cage, but no such luck.

“I can’t, Pat,” he whispered as I lay cradled in his arms. “The instructions for preparing you for the Circus are very specific. I must not allow you to cum before I deliver you to the circus.” He tweaked my nipples, something I found very exciting. “That stuff of Christo’s seems to have worked bloody well - even a day ago I wouldn’t have let you do that to me, and now I can’t imagine it any other way.” He kissed my mouth, his tongue probing deeply as I responded.

“I know,” I sighed as he broke the kiss. I thought for a moment. “You know Christo said this will last at least six months. What if it’s permanent?”

Phil thought for a moment. “I don’t know.” He raised himself on his elbow and pulled aside the duvet so I was fully exposed, just my chastity cage and it’s securing belt controlling my crotch. He fingered the slave collar locked to my neck. “How would you feel about being my partner if it is?”

I grinned. “I think I could get used to that - though perhaps you’ll let me grow my hair again?” His cock had stiffened again as we talked and I wriggled down to take it once more in my mouth. “And I see my master is ready for more pleasure.” I kissed his tip, tasting the precum. “As long as my master uses his equipment on me regularly!”

The morning brought several surprises. Perhaps not unsurprisingly, Clive was not happy about our impending delivery to the circus. Over breakfast, cereals and a strange tasting yoghurt for us slaves, Steve and I learned that he had earned himself eight demerits the previous day.

“Clive, for fuck’s sake, get a grip,” Steve said to him urgently. “What the fuck are you trying to do? You’ll get us all in the shit big time if you keep this up.”

“Yeah,” I joined in. I told them about the slave at the bus the previous day. “I have a feeling the punishments around here are not just permanent, but pretty life changing.” 

“For sure.” Steve frowned. “Did you see the ‘horses’ pulling the buses? Well, I learned that a lot of them are slaves who got too cocky.”

Clive flushed angrily. “You don’t have to tell me. I’ve got eight demerits, remember? Well, I’ve already been told that when we leave here, those will have to be paid off.” He frowned at us. “I hope you two get a few as well - then you can pay them off with me!”

“Well, I guess we’ll find out tonight how that works,” I told them. “The poster I saw yesterday said the Public Corrections are performed publicly at the end of the show. And there was a slave on my bus to the circus yesterday who earned eighteen - so he’ll probably be there as well.”

Our conversation drifted away from the topic as I admitted I’d enjoyed a good night in Phil’s bed. 

“Dennis was bloody good as well,” Steve said. He grinned. “Actually, I’m starting to enjoy this - I could get used to it.”

“Speak for yourselves,” Clive chipped in. Then he grinned. “Actually, Christo was pretty damned good as well.” He grimaced. “Never thought it could be that much pleasure being fucked like that.” He got a distant look in his eye. “It’s just this circus crap that worries the shit out of me. It’s one thing with Christo - but I don’t like the sound of this Minotaur thing.”

After breakfast we were collected by Ptar and three of his rubber-clad assistants. Taking us to a large underground chamber we were given enemas and physical examinations of a very intimate kind. Hefty doses of what I took to be some sort of lubricant were pumped into our anuses and then we were treated to being coated with a sort of lubricant spray. Once coated, we were inserted into heavy rubber suits, complete with hoods and genital sheaths and sacks for our balls and a heavy plug for our butts. The suits were skintight, extremely elastic, and moulded to our physiques like a second skin showing every detail. Over the crotch we were fitted with chastity cages and finally backpacks and breathing masks. Lenses covered our eyes and restricted our vision and the hoods restricted out ability to hear until our handlers used their voice links and activated the hearing aids in our ears.

“You will spend the day in these suits, acclimatising to them.” The Slave Overseer told us as his assistants fitted manacles restricting the movement of our arms. “The backpacks contain breather units which are pumping pheromones into you and sensitizing you to male pheromones.” He laughed. “Your initial scans on arrival showed that you are heterosexuals masquerading as homosexuals - well, this treatment will correct that for you. It won’t be a pretend state any longer.” His companions joined in the laughter. “Oh, and your mates will find they are going to have the same result. We know who you are and why you’re really here, so we’re just arranging it so you are comfortable while you’re are.” He adopted a serious expression. “If any of you had wives or girlfriends - well, let’s just say, it’ll be over between you.”

Clive shifted uncomfortably and grunted.

“Ah yes, our disobedient one. Well, you had better play the game tonight my friend or you’ll earn a few more demerits - and learn the hard way what they get you.”

A little later we were escorted to a transport, then taken to the Circus. Here we were placed in a small cell and left to our own devices. Clive began to pace back and forth almost immediately, while Steve and I tried to settle our nerves and get our heads round the situation. Eventually Clive’s pacing got to me. I grabbed him as best I could with my arms restrained and made him sit. Then I got an idea. 

The walls were decorated with loads of hieroglyphs and I managed to get his attention and then, using my mitt covered hands, began to spell out my feelings about his behaviour and attitude. It took a while, but he seemed to get the message. When I sat down, Steve took my place and spelled out a message both short and to the point.

It read, ‘listen up, Dickhead. Keep this up and you’ll get me, Pat and the others into such deep shit none of us will walk away from here at all. So they’re making us into Gay fetish boys - so what? I’m not happy about it, but I’m starting to think I like it. So - perform or we’ll leave you to your own devices. I’m not about to take a hit for your attitude.’

For a long while Clive didn’t move. He seemed to have withdrawn into himself and sat slumped against the wall. Then he stood and began to spell out his own message.

‘Sorry guys, I know I’m being a problem. I’ll do my best.’

By the time our jailers came to fetch us, we were all of us resigned to our fate. It only remained to see if the Minotaur was really as well hung as he appeared and to find out what was expected of us.

“Right, my little rubbertoys.” The head jailer was a great hulk of a guy dressed in tight fitting rubber. His huge codpiece was reinforced and clearly not quite large enough. “Here’s the deal. You will be taken into the arena and the Minotaur turned loose. If he can’t locate you within ten minutes, you get returned to your masters as is. If he finds you, you’ll get to give him a public fuck or suck. Then you’ll get a modification decided by the Leaders before getting returned to your masters. Clear enough?”

We nodded. We could see and the arena didn’t have any places of concealment so, as long as we managed to keep moving we stood a chance. Just how quick could a man with hooves move? That would be the key to this.

“One more thing. The Minotaur has restricted vision, but he can smell you. You have to try and evade capture as long as you can. Get caught too quickly and the crowd won’t like it. That makes them creative.  And making no effort to evade him will get you a load of demerits.” He laughed. “Enough to make your going back to any mundane society impossible. Oh yes, and your masters have front row seats and get demerits if you throw it. Understood?” 

We nodded again. 

“Good.” He signalled his companions. “Unplug them and change their hoods.” He watched as our hoods were exchanged for new ones and our backpacks removed. The new hoods had devices that held our mouths open, though they still had lenses over our eyes and restricted both vision and hearing. With our butts unplugged, they lubricated us generously and then he said, “Fit their boots.” He explained as the men got to work fitting crotch length boots to our legs. “The Minotaur isn’t fast moving, so we even the odds a little. These will make sure you’re still a little faster than he is, but make it impossible to run. Ready? Let’s go.”  

Ever tried walking in boots that restrict your knee and ankle movement? With your wrists locked to your waist? Well, it isn’t easy, in fact, walking is tough, moving rapidly isn’t impossible, but it takes a lot of effort. I think we all began to realise that we were being deliberately set up for this and that there was no chance of not getting caught and fucked. The only question was how long we could evade it.

Chapter 7 - A simple test

When I entered the arena and took stock, I very quickly realised that our only hope was to try to reach the decorative vegetation in the very centre of the space. The other alternative was the equipment placed at strategic intervals around the main arena floor. The place was big. Tiered seating rose in a circle around us, the seats starting around ten feet above the floor of the arena. This was also separated from the arena by a sort of moat, around ten feet wide and the clear water in it showed that it was deeper than a standing man.

We obviously all had the same thought. We headed for the central decorations. About halfway there I realised we were all to easy a target and split off, heading, to cheers from the crowd, toward several items of restraint ‘furniture’ to one side. Clive and Steve ploughed on, though Steve split off toward another collection of items over to the left side of the circle. A great roar of approval warned me, that the Minotaur had been turned loose and I managed to get a little burst of speed to reach the equipment where I could take stock and see where the hell he was.

Ducking into the cover provided, difficult because of the boots, I carefully surveyed the arena, cursing the fact that the lenses in my hood were partially misted over. With a shock I realised the Minotaur, a huge muscular humanoid figure, was between me and the decorative trees now sheltering Clive. What was worse, he seemed to be scenting the air in my direction.

I froze, aware of the roar of the crowd and the fact that at best I would be able only to try and keep some item of the equipment between me and him. He turned and appeared, from the way the massive horned head and bovine face moved from side to side, to be attempting to locate me. My freezing on the spot seemed to help as he didn’t seem to be able to distinguish me from the equipment and I realised that as long as I didn’t move, he probably wouldn’t, though he could obviously smell me. The pause gave me time to study him carefully and I felt a chill of fear as I took in the sturdy legs with their great hooves, the powerful thighs and the heavy scrotum. It was huge, and it was crowned by a heavy penis, almost as thick as my wrist, the massive ‘head’ shapely and with a wide flared rim, it was also long - over a foot in length and he clearly wasn’t erect yet.

He moved toward me, surprisingly light on his hooves as he stepped carefully in my direction, his nostrils flared and his head swinging from side to side as he tried to see me. Very carefully I backed deeper into the equipment making sure I made no sudden movement and trying to keep always in his direct line of advance so that any movement would be difficult to see. The crowd went wild as he neared my hiding place and I realised they were trying to guide him to me. 

I made a decision. I moved quickly to one side, dodging to make sure there were three or four pieces of equipment between us and found something to mask me from view as I changed position to get behind him. As he moved I realised that we had been very much set up - we were the clown act, this half man, half bull was pretty damned nimble and his hooves didn’t slow him down at all. My only hope was to stay in the equipment and make him work to catch me in it. I wondered if the others could see what was happening and make use of the time to make sure they stayed clear.

For quite a while the Minotaur and I performed a complicated dance between the equipment items. The crowd loved it, but clearly the Minotaur had the advantage, he could smell me, hear me and see me every time I moved. Gradually he got closer and closer while I got more and more exhausted.

Finally my luck ran out. With a lunge he had me. The crowd went beserk as he swung me into his arms and set off at a brisk trot to a thing standing free and clear in the open. In appearance like a guillotine, my captor placed me face down on it and dropped the neck stock, locking my head into place, then he strapped me to the bench so that my anus was now open to his use.

As he stepped round to my head again I caught sight of another of these devices with one of my companions already secured in it. Then I was too busy trying to please the now fully erect and enormous head that was being forced into my mouth. 

To my surprise it actually tasted better than Phil’s and, in my half drugged state, I actually found myself wanting to give it my best shot. So I really threw myself into it and he responded to my ministrations with surprising gentleness. Until he came that is. Then I found myself having to swallow an enormous discharge. Mostly I succeeded, but then there was something pressing against my butt and the Minotaur let out a roar of rage - answered by another from behind me.

The crowd went wild, and I was aware there were rubberclad handlers running toward me was the second Minotaur buried his cock in my anus. Then they were fighting over me. Man, did that cause me to get a fucking! Somewhere down the line the second one must have shot his load into me because I remember feeling it and then I guess I passed out. When I came round again, I was being carried by the Minotaur who’d caught me. He had me cradled in his arms and seemed to be offering me to the crowd.

I stirred, but now my arms and ankles were seriously cuffed and I could only lie there until he laid me gently on a sort of couch. My head was a bit woozy and I seemed to be coated in spunk. It had even penetrated beneath my hood and, if I’d farted, it would have sent an explosion of the stuff out of my butt. Someone removed my chastity cage, but then replaced that with something heavier. I’d gone past caring now, even the roar of the crowd was just background.

Then someone brought silence to it and I heard the announcer ask what they wanted done to me. I discovered later that it was done by pressing a selection on a sort of wand, but then I heard the announcer say, “We have eighty percent want him enlarged. Very well. Dial in the enlargement, Slave Master.”

I heard myself scream as my cock thickened and my balls enlarged. Then I passed out again.

Chapter 8 - Caught out

Consciousness returned very slowly. Gradually I became aware of my surroundings and realised that I was back in our original accommodation, naked and in the large bed.

Phil’s concerned face swam into my view. “Good, you’re awake - you had us really worried for a bit. How do you feel?”

“Rough - Master,” I croaked, my throat felt raw.

He allowed himself the flicker of a smile. “I’m not surprised. You got the attention of two of those Minotaurs. You put up a damned good show though, the Games Masters were impressed, so were the Grand Viziers.”

I swallowed, trying to ease my throat. “It felt like a gallon from each of them. Then they did something to me in the arena. It felt like ...”

He interrupted me. “Yeah. Look, drink this, it will ease your throat a bit, then we can talk about it.”

Gratefully I accepted the glass and sipped the rather viscous liquid. It tasted good and it certainly soothed my throat quite quickly. As my head cleared I was also aware of something else, my cock and balls were encased in something hard and bulky. I peeled back the covers and stared at the big shiny black moulding covering my crotch. “What did they do to me?” I whispered.

“Gave you tackle that - well, let’s just say, it’s a bit bigger than you had.”

I stared in horror at the thing encasing my tackle. “Is it as big as I think it feels? Master?” I added, not quite sure why.

Instead of answering, Phil took my hand and eased me out of bed. Leading me to a bondage frame, he cuffed me to it in a spread eagled pose. Then he muzzled me before saying, “OK, this is going to come as a shock, this chastity cover is an exact fit.” He unlocked the belt and held the thing in place. “Take a deep breath now and let it out slowly. It’s going to take some getting used too.”

He wasn’t wrong. I’d have screamed but for the muzzle. As it was my knees went like jelly and I hung in the straps as I stared at the monster my cock had become. It was almost a foot long and nearly as thick as my wrist - and the scrotum hanging below it was big as well. I burst into tears.

Phil hurried to sooth me, embracing me and murmuring calming words into my ear. A little to my surprise I realised eventually, that he was kissing me gently on the cheeks, neck, head and muzzle. His scent and the scent of his rubber penetrated the fog of my brain and soothed me as well, then I realised that I was slowly being turned on by my predicament and the attention he was giving me. My cock stiffened and rose, fortunately, not getting any longer.

Seeing this Phil eased back. “Pat, I’m sorry, this wasn’t part of the deal at all when we came here.” He eyed my cock. “Much as I want to give you the pleasure that thing will give, I’m ordered to ensure you have no release until you’ve been milked.” He flashed a quick smile. “They’ve sent you a special harness and you’ll ride a special chariot to the milking.” He fetched it out and it certainly looked ornate and very restrictive - especially the mammoth cock and ball chastity cage. “Now you’re awake I have to get you ready, they’ll be here as soon as I have you in it.”

I nodded my understanding. I looked down at my rampant tool. Nothing much mattered anymore, there was no way I could ever live a ‘normal’ life again. Phil set to work, first removing my muzzle so I could speak. My first question was, “What happened to the other guys? Are they like this as well?”

“Actually, no. Clive caused a problem somehow, so he and Christo are in deep shit. Steve got caught quite quickly, but he was nearer the release point for the Minotaurs. His penalty is to spend the next few days as a rubber statue in one of the Pleasure Parks. You guys were set up OK, there’s no doubt about that, they put four of those guys in to catch you and though they wore lenses that cut their ability to see, they could move like lightning. You had no chance of escape and the crowd knew it.”

He had been fitting the elaborate harness to me as we spoke and I realised that it was centred on a heavy corset section encasing my midriff and crotch, though my anus remained uncovered. Straps joined the corset to shoulder pieces and a strange hood and held heavy rings over my nipples, while heavy shoulder pieces supported sleeve-like cuffs on my upper arms and linked to long wrist and hand encasing cuffs on my lower arms. The shoulder pieces also had an open faced hood attached and the neck part of this held my head up and rigidly to the front. Boots, similar to the one’s we had worn in the arena encased my legs and were linked, in the manner of chaps, to the lower edge of the corset.

I admired my appearance in the wall mirrors as Phil carefully fitted my stiff member into its cage and locked this closed. “There, you’re ready to go.” Phil gave me an admiring glance. “I wish I was as calm about this as you seem to be.”

I met his eye in the mirror and replied with difficulty, the hood and corset collar making it difficult to move my jaw. “I don’ ‘ave a choice - so wha’ else can I do?”

A few minutes later Ptar entered the room. After a quick check that all my fastenings were locked and immovable, he signalled a companion. “Fit his jaw lock.” He grinned at me. “Any questions, slave?”

“No, Master.”

He laughed as I opened my mouth to accept the plastic and rubber device his companion held up. “For a mundane convert he’s learning fast and taking it very well.”

Phil flushed as the Ptar and his companions laughed. “We’re not mundanes!”

“According to our entry point analysis you were.” Ptar laughed again. “But not anymore.” 

Chapter 9 - The Court

In the lobby we met Steve and Dennis. Steve was already wearing the most amazing rubber suit I had ever seen. It was incredibly heavy, but it was also moulded to him in a manner that showed every detail of his anatomy. The suit was a polished bronze colour and clearly restricted his movements quite considerably. 

It moulded exactly to his face so that he was readily recognisable, and even the inside of his mouth was filled with rubber. His cock and balls, still as I recalled them, were also clearly encased and detailed with his cock defiantly erect.

Ptar smiled as he acknowledged Dennis and their attendants. “Good. He will be displayed in the fountain pavilion for forty eight hours. The suspended animation dose will be administered once we have him there. It doesn’t suspend his functions entirely, he will feel every touch intensely, but it slows his metabolism and will prevent dehydration and the production of body waste.” He looked around. “Where is the third one?”

“There was a problem, Master.” One of the escorts spoke up. “It is resolved. He will be here in a minute.”

I felt a chill as I heard this. Damn Clive. He was going to get all of us into real shit any time now. Didn’t the idiot know we were already in deep shit? Why the fuck was he trying to make it worse?

The lift doors opened as I thought this and Clive and Christo emerged with their escort. I was surprised to see that Clive wore nothing but neck stock manacles and a heavy hood which clearly gagged him and allowed him to see only to a limited degree. But I sucked on my own gag as I saw his crotch. His genitals were tiny! In fact they looked to be about the same size as a boy not yet in puberty.

Clearly Clive was unhappy and Christo looked pale and worried as well. Then I saw why, he was manacled and wearing a hefty steel chastity device. Dennis and Phil exchanged glances as the Bondage Master stepped forward to meet them.

“Your rebellious slave has exceeded the demerit limits for you both. Now you will have to face the Court of Elders.” He glanced at Clive. “Your slave will probably earn himself a place in the Dominatrix Plaza for his behaviour and attitude. You, as his master, can expect a sentence to a spell in the Hire Slave Pool.” He signalled his companions. “Get them all to the transport.”

All the fight seemed to have gone out of Clive as we were loaded into the transport. The first stop was to offload Steve. I watched as they placed him carefully on a small pedestal beneath a rather ornate pavilion and noted that they connected several tubes and what looked like power jacks to points on the suit at his ankles.

Then they posed him rather artistically and the Bondage Master pressed a button. The suit seemed to freeze him in place, taking on a rigid appearance. That it was now rigid was demonstrated by the attendants who proceeded to polish him, taking, it seemed, undue pleasure in massaging his erect penis.

Then we were moving again, this time stopping outside the Public Corrections Office. Clive and Christo were unloaded and escorted inside and Dennis and Phil opted to follow them as ‘Malefactor’s Friends.’ The transport moved on with me and a small escort now the only passengers. It moved through the crowded part of the city and I realised it was also ascending toward the part of the city that seemed to be the oldest and most elite.

Turning in at a covered gate, it slowed, then descended into a large tunnel. Stopping in a large basement, I was unloaded and escorted to a lift which then ascended to discharge me inside a large clinic like room.

“The hetero convert, my Lord.”

The figure that approached was human in shape at least, but it was clearly not entirely so. It wore shiny rubber, black as midnight, and all concealing as it approached.

The voice, when it spoke, was almost sepulchral and sent a thrill through me as it seemed to caress all my erogenous zones. “Excellent. Place him in the sarcophagus and leave us.” 

The attendants moved me to a thing shaped like a body - in fact it appeared to be a mummy case - and placed me inside it. Straps secured me so I could not move and then they removed my chastity cage, connected a tube to my butt plug and removed my jawlock gag.  With the lid closed, I found I could see the room quite clearly, and wasn’t surprised to discover that my cock and balls - my cock now stiffly and eagerly erect - were exposed through a special opening.

For a few minutes after the attendants left, the shiny black figure didn’t move. Then it advanced slowly to stand in front of me. A sinewy hand gripped my erection and that deep voice filled my ears as he asked, “Why did you attempt to masquerade as something you were not?”

For a moment I considered trying to bluff, then I realised how useless that would be. “We came to find this lost civilisation. To try to collect information and artefacts so we could get research funding and return to study the First Kingdom and its legends.”

“We do not permit that, you came to violate our sanctuary and now must pay the penalty.”

“We know that now, sir.”

“Too late. You have been permanently altered to new sexual tastes and what you would have called perversions.” His hand was teasing my enormous cock. “You, especially, have now a service to offer us. Your seed will feed and nourish me daily for the next two weeks. When you have fed me, Anubis or Khnum will impregnate you. Then you will be mummified and returned to your master. Each day, when he unwraps you, he will lock your head into a hood attached to his crotch and you will drink deeply of his seed. At the end of this time, you and he will stand before our Court to hear your fate.”

I felt a chill. Then something flooded into my anus. I heard myself saying, “Yes, sir. I shall obey.”

“Then let us begin.” I felt something being slipped over my cock, but couldn’t see what it was. It was slick, warm and very stimulating, but, though it excited me, I was held on the edge of cumming until I was groaning with frustrated desire. Then I tipped over the edge - or rather he brought me over the edge - and my spunk blasted from my cock.

“Good, very good.” The voice sent a shiver through me. “Your sperm is very nourishing, as I knew it would be.” His voice sank lower. “Now little one, you will give me more.”

My balls ached when he finally withdrew and stopped stimulating me. My enormous cock felt swollen and hung, tumescent and limp, when he finally withdrew. I was exhausted, but the attendants soon had me out of the mummy case and then strapped me over a couch, taking care to strap my cock to the underside. Then they left and I heard a new sound - of nailed feet clicking on the stone tiled floor.

“So, the hetero boy who sought to steal our secrets.” The voice had a raw quality, as if more used to barking or howling than speech.

“Yes, sir,” I managed.

“Well, you will steal nothing and you will return from whence you came changed beyond imagining -- if we permit it.” The figure moved in front of me. My heart skipped. Anubis! Not only his head was dog-like - his cock was as well. He moved closer, his penis extending as he did so. “Pleasure me!”

I opened my mouth and accepted the tip of his strange penis, savouring the the taste of his natural lubricant. For a long time I teased and sucked it, liking the taste and hoping he liked what I was doing. Then, suddenly, he withdrew.

Moving behind me, he said, “It is time. Once we have impregnated you you will be bound to us and unable to reveal anything of this place to anyone.” His cock found my anus. I gasped as it pushed into me, then I was being fucked as a dog, by a dog-like being.

The explosion of his spunk was warm and filling, but there was a surprise part to this as his ‘head’ expanded inside me, locking him into my anus. Now the attendants reappeared and unstrapped me, refitting the heavy chastity cage to my cock and balls. Then Anubis held me upright while the attendants began wrapping me into a rubber mummy, even though Anubis was still locked to my anus by his long and very flexible penis.

I had been fully encased and immobilised for some time before he finally pulled free. I felt someone press a plug into me and secure it, then the final wrappings were applied and I was placed in something shaped to my body and wheeled away.

I slept for the journey, awakening only when Phil began to unwrap me. As soon as I was free of the wrappings I knelt and smiled up at him. “Lock me into the sucking hood, master.”

Without a word, he did, and I set to work to enjoy his delicious cock. Between doses of his cum, I must have slept, for I awoke to being released in daylight.

“You were hungry last night. “Phil’s grin had a worried and tired look to it.”

Dreamily I heard myself saying, “Yes, my master, but now you must return me to the mummy wrappings so I can be taken again to the Lord of the Second Kingdom.” 

“Yes, but first I must see to your toilet needs.”

Half an hour later Ptar and his attendants collected me, once more tightly wrapped in the latex bandages, only my imprisoned organ displayed in its cage wasn’t covered. This was to be the pattern for the next weeks, with each day I became more subservient and more willing and a lot more cock hungry than I realised.

Chapter 10 - Clive and Christo Sentenced

Christo and Clive were placed in a small enclosure facing the imposing judges seating. Clive, as the ‘slave’ was secured to a padded upright in front of Christo with his legs spread and his immature genitals on full display. He remained hooded and gagged, with a heavy muzzle over it.

Christo found himself being strapped to a bondage throne above and behind him before having to submit to the removal of his codpiece and the encasing of his cock and balls in a strangely moulded device. Wisely, he refrained from questioning any of this.

Phil and Dennis found places in the Public Gallery, glad to see it had few other occupants. This was certain to be awkward.

The court stood as the Judges entered and Christo felt the first stab of real fear about the outcome as they seated themselves and the court sat.

“The Defender will make himself known.” The figure at the centre of the Judge’s bench, humanoid in shape and clad entirely in rubber with no apparent mouth visible, said in a voice that sent shivers through every fibre of his body.

A rubber catsuited figure rose on Christo’s left and bowed. “My Lord, I am Pterram, Public Defender for this case. I am to defend the accused, Christo H and his reluctant slave, Clive K.” 

The centre figure made a gesture and a second figure rose also rubber encased. “My Lords, I am Hodder Fa, Prosecutor. The charge is in the first instance, that the Slave Clive K, did cause discomfort and injury to one of the Minotaurs, in the second instance, resisted his forfeiture, in the third, did rebel against the lawful commands of the slave masters.”

“These are serious charges.” The voice now had a velvet quality of pure sexual stimulus. “How does your client plead?”

“My Lord, my client will plead guilty to all, since there are numerous witnesses, with extenuating circumstances.”

Phil and Dennis held their breath as Clive struggled in his bonds and Christo appeared about to speak. Christo subsided first, but Clive froze as the voice cut through their ears. “Extenuating circumstances. Ah, yes. These are the hetero invaders of our society, but that is a separate charge for a different court.”

There was a sharp intake of breath among the few people in the public seats and Dennis whispered, “Shit, now we are in the cart alright. We have to get the fuck out of here as soon as we can.”

The Judge addressed Christo, “Why have you failed to control and discipline your slave?”

“I did my utmost, my Lord, unfortunately he was angry at being deceived about the circus and what would happen in the arena.” He paused. “We had taken a substance which made us attracted to men, but the pheromones of the Minotaur were, unfortunately, at odds with it in his case. I do not understand why.”

“Very well, we accept your plea of mitigation and will take account of it in sentencing him. The master, however, must also be penalised for the actions of the slave. What do you say for your own mitigation?”

“I can only say that I did everything I could to help make him amenable, my Lord.”

“We will retire to consider the sentences.”

 The court rose again as the judges returned a half hour later and quickly stilled as the first judge turned to his colleagues and they nodded.

“Having considered the offences and the circumstances carefully, this court rules that the Slave Clive K is to be taken to the conversion chambers and fully converted to sexual slave with the gay orientation. His pleasure organs will remain prepubescent until he earns restoration, but his libido and desire for sexual pleasuring of others will be increased to the maximum extent. He will be unable to see a penis without wishing to suck it or receive it anally and he will be fully rubberised at all times from now on. Sentence to be carried out immediately and publicly.”

The box in which the pair were secured turned to face the public gallery and everyone could see the tears of frustration trickling down Clive’s rubber hood. A massive helmet was fitted to his head and a device fitted over his small genitals, the plug inserted into his anus was connected to pipe work and then he was writhing in his restraints to appreciative comments from the witnesses.

When he finally stopped struggling, the attendants rapidly removed the devices and began to release him from the restraints, Then they fitted the dazed and co-operative figure into a bright pink rubber suit, his minuscule genitals left exposed, and turned him to face Christo. In clear lettering across his back appeared the legend; ‘Hetero Convert. Danger. Raised and enhanced libido. If found unrestrained in public, call the DCO.’

The Judge spoke again. “Christo H, for failing to control your slave, you will be fully converted to Gay Fetish sex, given an enhanced libido and enlarged genitalia. Sentence to be carried out immediately.”

The attendants placed the helmet on his head, opened his rubber collar and applied an injection to his neck. The audience sighed as he stiffened in his bonds, a strangled gasp coming from within the helmet as he appeared to attempt to escape the device covering his crotch. When he slumped in his bonds, the attendants removed the helmet and uncovered his cock. It was huge and immediately stiffened to attention.

The attendants smirked. One pulled Clive forward and, with an exclamation of desire, he fell to his knees and began to gobble the huge tool his master now sported.

Once more in the street, Phil and Dennis looked at Christo, the huge codpiece he now sported evidently strained by a fresh arousal. Clive, now in a flourescent pink  straitjacket and muzzle, attached to his master by a short chain followed obediently.

“How do you feel?” Phil asked.

“Randy as hell. Come on, let’s get back to the hotel so Clive can get another dose while we think about our situation.”

“Good idea,” said Dennis. “We’ve all got this other charge to worry about as well. What the fuck do we do?”

“Well, we can’t just leave Pat here.” Phil said. “He’s been a real Spartan and done everything we asked of him even though he didn’t enjoy it at first.”

“Yeah, Steve’s the same.” Dennis agreed. “I just hope he’s going to be OK when they unfreeze him - I’ve heard some odd stories about that.”

“I agree,” Christo’s voice had a brittle edge. “Come on, I have to get a fuck soon or I’ll go out of my skull. Let’s get to the hotel!”

He was trembling with desire as they finally got to the room, only to discover that the key to remove Clive’s muzzle and plug was not with them. Dennis hurried away to collect it, but by this time Christo was almost mad with desire, so Phil unlatched the huge codpiece and released the giant tool. For a moment he hesitated, Clive struggling to receive it and unable to do so.

“Look, mate, this is a one off.” He reached behind him and opened the through zip in his rubber jeans. “Go for it.”

Dennis returned a half hour later to find Phil holding the desperate Clive tightly to him, his codpiece rammed against the younger man’s plug, while Christo pumped his anus. With a grin he unlocked the plug in Clive’s anus, freed Phil’s cock and assisted him to insert it, then removed the muzzle and gave his cock to Clive’s mouth. “Well, you got us into this mess Clive, I might as well enjoy it.”

Meanwhile, away in the palace, I was sucking Anubis, being fucked by the Ram Headed Khnum and my cock enjoyed by the being who seemed to be the leader. 

The days followed this pattern, at least for me, for the following weeks. I’ll admit that I enjoyed it, especially when I was mummified each evening and returned to Phil, randy as hell and desperate for his pleasure.

While I was so engaged, Phil and Dennis at least managed to explore a great deal of the city and record everything they saw. Steve accompanied them, still in the statue suit, which appeared to have been sealed onto him. From time to time, people would stop them and require Steve to be posed as a statue for pictures, usually with other slaves posed with him.

Christo, Phil and Dennis also worked on an escape plan, determined to get us out of this situation and find a way to deal with what we were rapidly becoming. At about this point I was released by the Lords of Gaydar from my daily service, instead being dressed in a one piece skintight rubber outfit, like Steve’s, sealed onto me and displaying my every anatomical detail. As I would rapidly discover, it too could turn me into a living statue when activated.  

Once more I could accompany Phil wearing only my heavy slave harness over the suit with my cock caged and displayed. I soon learned that being turned into a living sculpture was an intense experience. Somehow it intensified any physical contact, so someone fondling my cock became an even more mind-blowing sensation, yet didn’t bring me an ejaculation. As for being fucked in this state …

It was in our eighth week that Phil announced, “I think we’ve found a way out of here.” He grinned. “And an antidote to the permanent randiness some of us have acquired.”

“Thank fuck for that,” breathed Christo. “Let’s hear it!”

Phil explained. “There’s a secret pass out of here at the far end of the valley. We can get there easily enough and it isn’t guarded, though it isn’t easy to negotiate.” He regarded us for a moment. “There may be a problem with the slave collars - I’ve learned that anyone wearing one can’t leave here unless the collar is deactivated, but I think we have a way to do that.”

“What if we are caught?”

“Then we’re in deep shit. But I can tell you this much, even if we stay, we won’t be allowed to leave here as we are.”

We all considered this, then Christo said, “What have we got to lose?”

Chapter 11 - Welcome to your new role

The journey to the end of the valley was actually much easier than we expected, even with the frequent stops necessary to allow Clive to ‘service’ Christo and to be ‘serviced’ by Phil and Dennis. Both Steve and I wore special chastity devices, a condition of our being allowed to accompany our Masters out of the city and both of us were as randy as hell, but unable to enjoy the relief Clive was obviously getting and giving! All three of us ‘slaves’ wore heavy collars, again locked to our necks and rather restrictive in their fit and weight.

The countryside was stunning and dotted with artefacts that even penetrated our sexual intoxication. Statues, genuine ones, not, like Steve, the living kind, decorated glades and gardens, and here and there temples stood ready to receive visitors and supplicants. It was in one of these that we were invited to have a lunch and refreshment, for me extremely welcome.

Even more welcome was the suggestion that Steve and I should be milked in thanks for our refreshment.

“You have a pair of extremely handsome rubberised slaves, gentlemen. Perhaps a fitting offering for your hospitality would be to allow them to assume their statue states before the sanctuary and milk them for their offering?”

The rubber robed ‘priest’ wore a bizarre outfit including boots that gave his legs and feet the appearance of a goat and he even sported rams horns from his head. His codpiece was strangely shaped as well, suggesting unusual genitalia, but these remained hidden.

Phil glanced at me and then the others. “A good suggestion.” He smiled. “I know my slave is very ready to make an offering.”

The attendant grinned. “Excellent, bring them this way please.”

Leading us to an inner chamber, he placed Steve on a small pedestal, removed his chastity belt and cage and posed him in a slightly crouched position, his head turned to look over his left shoulder toward me. Then it was my turn and I was placed in an identical pose, looking toward Steve. Activating our suits he ‘froze’ us in place, then retired to an alcove, returning a few minutes later leading a pair of strange looking creatures which I realised resembled the Gargoyles adorning the temple facade. 

Positioning one in front of me and the other in front of Steve he turned to the others. “The Gonadia are expert at milking slaves for offerings. This pair have not fed for three days and are particularly good. Your slaves will make a generous offering, though they may require some assistance afterward.” 

With only my eyes able to move and all too aware of just how intense the sensations in my cock would be while I was in this state, I would have struggled to escape if it were possible to move any part of my body. I watched as the creature in front of Steve shuffled itself into position on the priests order, feeling the other slowly engulf my cock with it’s strange mouth. 

These creatures knew their work. Within minutes I was mentally screaming for release, the sensations in my cock so exquisitely pleasurable they were painful. But I could not empty my balls. Something prevented it and I could see from the look in Steve’s eyes that he was experiencing the same sensations. My balls seemed to be swelling, demanding discharge, but, apart from the copious precum I was now gushing, nothing would release.

I watched helplessly as the attendant examined Steve’s balls, then checked mine. When he re-entered my line of sight he was leading a satyr, it’s arousal obvious as he positioned it behind Steve. I stared in awe as the goat-man eagerly inserted it’s hefty penis into Steve and then caught a glimpse of another positioning itself to enter me!

The sensation as the slick, thick and incredibly shaped penis slid into my anus was enough to cause me to scream in ecstasy again - if I could have! The smell of his rich sex as he fucked me was overpowering my senses, the double stimulus of his pumping penis and the Gonadia milking my cock almost on the edge of my endurance of pleasure. I was almost comatose as my balls exploded, the Gonadia greedily slurping everything I spurted - and then my cock was reloading, even as the satyr thrust deep and pumped his generous load into my eager anus.

But he did not withdraw, instead, after a brief respite, he began again to fuck me, this time more slowly and with less aggression. I don’t know how many more times I spurted my load into the Gonadia, nor how much more of the spunk the satyr impregnated me with. At some point my brain simply shut down to everything except the sensations in my cock and my anus.

When I again became aware of my surroundings, we were once more on the road, my slave harness again in place and a large plug in my butt as well as the chastity cage imprisoning my cock and balls. Steve, secured to the transport alongside of me was in the same state. I glanced at him and saw that he was also gagged as I was - but we both sported something new. Our legs were encased in crotch length boots and our feet in shaped hooves. In front of us, Clive was secured over a padded bench while Phil steered the transport and Dennis and Christo watched the scenery.

Eventually we turned off the roadway and ascended a long track. Stopping the vehicle in a small copse, Phil turned to the others. “Right, we’re at the place. Get the boys off the vehicle and let’s see what our contact has arranged.”

Christo busied himself with Clive, while Phil came round to me. He began to release me and grinned. “Good to see you’re back to awareness, Pat. Can you move OK?”

I nodded and grunted my assent. I still needed help to get down though as the boots restricted the movement of my knees. I joined Clive and Steve in the shade, accepting being chained to them by our collar chains and wondering what to expect. I felt strange. My whole body seemed to be tingling, my balls felt empty, but my cock was clearly still eager and I had an almost overwhelming urge to fuck Clive - impossible, of course, with my cock caged.

Christo and Dennis fed us water while Phil walked a short distance into the trees. A few minutes later he was back, with two guys in leather.

“OK, guys, we’re in the right place.” He smiled as he rejoined us. “Fred and Rick here are going to show us the route and the refuge.”

One of the pair eyed us. He grinned. “Looks like these two have made an offering to Pan. Did they put satyrs to them?”

“Yeah. There wasn’t much we could do to stop them.”

“Hmm, that may complicate things a little. With a little luck though, if we can get them to the refuge in the next few hours, we may be able to neutralise the affects.” He frowned and moved closer. “If not, they’ll be satyrs themselves in a month or two. Depends on a number of things. Did the priest say how long the satyrs had gone without sex?”

Dennis frowned. “I think he said it had been a week for one of them. The other was three weeks I think.”

“That’s going to be a problem. Do you know who got the three week one?”

Phil nodded. He pointed to me. “He did.” 

Chapter 12 - Rescue?

“We haven’t much time so let’s get moving.” The leader indicated me and Steve. “These two will slow us down and we can’t remove those boots here. We’ve got about two kilometres to go before we are in a safe zone, so you guy’s will have to help them.” 

He wasn’t kidding about the difficulty of walking on this terrain and in the boots, but I did a bit better than Steve and Phil was able to simply support me as I used a stiff legged stride to follow. 

After almost three quarters of an hour we were exhausted, at least Steve and I were, but now we entered a ravine and the shade and our guides led us into a well concealed opening. When the lights came on after the door sealed, we could see we were in a man made chamber, the walls lined with cabinets and some seats. There were also some upright restraint frames and it was to these that Steve, Clive and myself were led and quickly secured.

Our two escorts did a number of quick tests on us, taking samples, inserting these into devices on the cabinets and then administering syringe loads of serum to us and to Christo.

Turning to address Phil and Dennis as his companion got to work removing our collars I heard him say, “Christo, you, Clive and Steve should be OK. Steve will still have the full fetish urge and so will Clive. We should also be able to restore his cock and balls, though possibly not to give him the size of tackle he’d like.” He glanced at me. “Pat is going to be tricky. Was he fucked by any of the Elders?”

Phil nodded. “Yeah, daily for the first few weeks.”

“Thought so. We might be able to slow down the process, but the truth is we can’t stop or reverse it. He’s already begun the change and will wind up, according to our analysis, as a new hybrid. His cock is already starting to assume a different form - look.” He removed my chastity cage and I suddenly saw what he meant. “See, he’s developing an abdominal sheath - my guess is he’ll wind up with a canine cock, though it could be a satyr’s from the size of his balls. I think he’ll stay mostly human, but he’ll be randy as hell - especially around any rubber and leather and will need restraining a lot of the time.

“Shit,” Phil looked worried. “OK, well I guess I can find ways to help him there. What else?”

“You’ll probably have to keep him in rubber 24/7 and chained or restrained most of the time. It might be better just to abandon him here. One of the temples will soon house him - or the elders will.” His hand gripped my cock which responded eagerly. “Being a slave in the Elder’s Stables isn’t bad - especially for their converts.”

Phil and the others began to discuss this while Clive was released by our ‘rescuers’ and quickly immobilised and then mummified in an orange coloured wrapping which left only his mouth and his anus exposed. He was then fed some sort of gel and a plug inserted into his butt which pumped more into him.

Steve and I watched as he was transformed into a strange sort of mummy with his legs bent and his hands attached to his head. Then it was Steve’s turn.

Finally they all turned their attention to me. Phil removed the gag muzzle and asked, “How do you feel?”

I collected my thoughts. “Randy, Spacey - my skin seems to be all pins and needles and my feet feel funny.”

Phil looked serious. “Did you hear what Bruce was saying earlier? About your sessions with Anubis and co?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, what do you think? If we take you back with us there’s going to be quite a problem, but we can’t leave you here if you don’t want to stay.”

I hung my head. “I don’t know. Fuck. My cock just wants to be embedded in Clive or Steve over there - or anyone else it can get into - and I feel really fucking strange, like my legs and arms are changing or something. My cock certainly is!”

They looked at each other and I could see what they were thinking.

“Look, if it makes it easier. Go. Leave me here.” I shrugged as best I could in the tight harness and restraints. “I guess I’ll be OK.” I grinned. “Just visit me sometime, OK?” I turned to our rescuer. “They’ll be able to do that won’t they?”

He shook his head. “No. Once they leave here, coming back will be dangerous and they’ll wind up in the arena.”

Phil looked at me. “Then I’m staying with him.” He held up a hand. “Yeah, I know, there’ll be some penalty for me, but I got him into this, so I stay with him.” He grinned. “Besides, I rather fancy having a tame satyr as a lover.”

The others looked at him. 

Then the rescuer spoke. “OK, but be aware you’ll get quite a penalty unless you throw yourself on the mercy of the Judgement of the Lords.” He hesitated. “And they have an odd idea of mercy, I should warn you.”

Phil nodded. “Well, we don’t have much option. How do we do that?”

Chapter 13 - The Final Sentence

The three ‘lords’ studied us from their impressive dais. The centre figure had the head of a bull and horns to match, to his right sat Anubis and to his left a figure with the head of an eagle.

Phil and I stood in the dock before them, both of us secured by heavy manacles to the uprights and both of us naked except for heavy chastity belts. The centre figure spoke, his voice reverberating through the chamber.

“You confess to seeking entry to our kingdom to steal information of our society and to make this known to those who should not know it. Now you confess to aiding your friends to escape, yet you beg our mercy?”

Phil answered. “Yes, my lords. We did not know - we could not know - what we would discover about ourselves here.”

Anubis spoke, his voice sending a thrill straight into my imprisoned cock. “It has nothing to do with the fact your companion will soon begin to take the form of a satyr?”

“I cannot deny that my decision to remain is for that reason, my lord. I brought him to this and must remain to take care of him.”

“Noble sentiments!” The eagle-headed lord spoke. “But your companions have fled and will reveal what they know and have seen. Why should we not punish you for your part in this?”

“My lords, I think I can prevent that, if you will permit me to visit them - send me with an escort to ensure I will return and I shall persuade our leader to abandon his proposals.”

The Bull-headed figure laughed - at least it sounded like a laugh. “There is no need, your companions will soon discover they are in error and we will punish them for it.” He glared at Phil. “Very well, since you have confessed and because you have shown loyalty to the one you brought here in innocence, we will show you mercy.” His companions nodded. “A week in the Minotaur arena.” He paused. “Twice daily performances.” He turned to stare at me. “Your slave shall accompany you to the arena and at the end of each day’s performance will be allocated by lottery to give satisfaction to a member of the audience.” He paused to let this sink in. “After seven days, you will be allocated accommodation and roles in our society.” He nodded to the attendants. “Take them to the arena.” 

The arena was exactly as I remembered it, but now it was Phil who would be facing the Minotaurs. Our gaolers placed us in separate but adjoining cages and took great delight in telling Phil what he could expect. As I was still dressed in my full rubber suit, slave harness, hood and muzzle, there was nothing I could say to him as they prepared him in the same restrictive harness I had worn on my first experience here.

I watched with detached interest as Phil was fitted into the suit and harness for his appearance in the Minotaur ‘circus’ and had to admit that it was an amazing outfit. When the attendants left he turned and stared at me through the bars, the mask infusing him with the pheromones and the dark lenses hiding his expression.

I struggled to my feet and shuffled to the bars separating us. Reaching as far as my chains allowed me, I gripped his mitt covered hands and tried to convey my reassurance to him. It seemed to work and we stood like this for a long time. Then the attendants arrived to take him to the arena.

“Well, looks as if they still like what’s happening,” joked the leader as we separated. 

His companion began to fit the restrictive boots to Phil’s legs, then they opened his anal cover and removed it and the plug before detaching the breathing mask and unit leaving his mouth free.

He turned to me. “Sorry, Pat. We shouldn’t have listened to Chris, but I guess we’ll be OK.”

“Touching,” the attendant commented. “Listen up. There are three minotaurs out tonight and you’re on your own. Make sure you put up a good show - or the crowd might take it out on him.” His thumb jerked in my direction. “OK, let’s go.”

Half an hour later the attendants brought him back. Without a word they replaced his breathing mask and the pheromone unit, inserted the plug and anal cover and left him after cuffing his wrists and ankles to anchor points on the floor on either side of the padded mattress they’d placed there for him to lie on.

He made no resistance at all, appearing exhausted, his suit coated in semen over the hood and around his anus. The leading attendant laughed as he looked my way.

“He did well. Took all three of them to catch him, but they certainly had their way with him when they did. The crowd loved it.” He opened my cage and signalled me to come out. “You can clean him up while you wait your turn.”

I shuffled out to stand in front of him. 

He unlocked and removed my muzzle. “In you go, lick him clean - any spunk left when we come back for you will earn you demerit points - and you know about those, don’t you.”

“Yes, master.” I nodded. I shuffled into Phil’s cage and knelt at his head. Over the last few days my face had begun to change. My nose and jaw were elongating and my tongue was now much longer and more flexible. I began to lick, lovingly and with pleasure, savouring each tongue-full of the creamy semen coating his masked face.

I worked steadily down his restrained body, taking extra care and pleasure in cleaning his chastity restraint and as much of his butt as I could reach. I had just finished everything I could see and reach when the attendants returned.

“Good job, kid.” The attendant refitted my muzzle. He laughed. “You’ve saved us a job there. OK, your turn. The crowd are quite creative tonight, so this should be interesting.”

Handing my lead chain to one of the others, he locked Phil’s cage and then followed as I was led in to the arena. 

Taking me to the very centre they helped me onto a raised podium and chained my ankles to it. As they walked away the PA System announced, “For tonight and the next six nights gentlemen, this slave will be submitted to a performance selected by the winner of our seat number lottery.” 

A roar of excitement went up from the tiers of seats around me.

“The winning seat number tonight is ...” There was a lengthy pause, during which there was absolute silence in the arena. “Block H, Seat number 64 in Row J.”

The roar of applause was deafening as I tried to see where the person selected was.

The announcers voice boomed out. “The selected option - he will suck ten slave cocks while being milked.” He paused. “If he comes before the tenth slave - he goes into the minotaur pen for the night. If he holds off until the tenth - our lucky winner gets to fuck him right before you.”

The crowd roared as I was brought to the centre and secured to the special frame. Then my cock was freed and drawn into the milker. I gasped as it immediately began to massage me - and the first slave wasn’t even in position yet! Obviously they were intending to play the rules their way.

But six weeks of being restrained, milked, fucked and sucking had taught me more than a few tricks. I managed to last until well after the tenth slave had shot his load into my mouth. The crowd went wild as the announcer announced this and called out the winner. I was grinning as they gagged me and replaced my muzzle. The milking machine was still active as the crowd welcomed the winner and I grinned even wider behind my muzzle as he pressed his lubed cock to my hole.

A week of this was going to be pure pleasure... 

And beyond this? Well, I already knew I should become a satyr. Already my genitals were reforming and my penis was enormous when unsheathed. Phil? Well it seriously looked as if he would be at least in part a Minotaur, but, as the week progressed, I learned that he would remain my master and I his slave.

It suited us both, and once I had transformed fully, it cemented our relationship. Our sentences served, we had begun to assimilate into this hidden world, content with our lot. We were well settled when Christo, Clive, Dennis and Steve were returned to face their fates — but that is another story.