Confused Justice

Warning: This story contains themes involving m/m gay sex, nonhuman sex, minotaur/human male, and reluctant/dub con sexual content. If any one of those is not your kink, move along; you won't enjoy this story!

Barron stood in the large arena, tied to the giant wooden cross. He was naked and on full display before the crowd. He could feel the crowd's eyes on him, and he cursed again that he had ever come to this damned town. Several other men hung on similar crosses next to him, and he could hear their cursing, their crying, and their pleading for mercy.

Today they were to be given to the minotaurs, to be destroyed by them. Barron had heard rumors of the practice before and had dismissed them. Then he'd come to this town to rob a rich merchant and gotten caught.

There was no prison in this town, only the arena and the aftermath. He pulled at the bonds again and found the ropes tightening on his skin. He grunted and stopped fighting. His slick, well-muscled body made quite a sight amid the group. Only a few of the men could be considered handsome.

Not that it mattered; perhaps the minotaurs would fill up first on the fat ones, and he'd not be devoured. He'd been told if he wasn't chosen, then he'd be placed back in holding to be offered to another group later. So it didn't give him much hope of finding a loophole.

He heard the cheers from the crowd and then the sound of the gates opening, which echoed in his ears. He turned his head and saw a group of massive creatures entering the arena. He watched as they approached and felt fear crawl through his body.

Standing more than a foot taller than Barron's six-foot frame, the beasts had heavy muscles and hard bodies with firm, dark skin. Their heads were like those of cows, though their eyes were cruelly human as they looked at the sacrifices before them.

He watched in horror as a particularly large beast approached a chubby man near him and casually smacked his penis, causing the man to start screaming. The beast seemed amused, leaned in closer, and grabbed the man's cock until he whimpered and begged for mercy.

Barron closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. With his eyes closed, he felt him before he saw him... a warm, calloused hand running down his chest and stroking his cock. Barron's eyes opened, and a minotaur man stood in front of him. His skin was a slightly lighter brown, and the mane around his head was a deep black. Hints of black on his muzzle and ears looked almost attractive.

The beast pressed close to him and nuzzled against his neck, taking in his scent. Barron's breath came in sharp gasps, and he groaned as the minotaur's hand continued stroking him. His body was responding to the beast's touch, and he felt himself growing hard.

Fuck, was this how he died, hard for a cow, as it tore him apart?

"Sirrox, you choose this one?" another minotaur asked in a deep voice, and Barron glanced at him to find a large, almost chubby-looking minotaur standing close by, watching him.

"Hmph, I find him to my taste. Did you choose yet, Xyrax?" Sirrox spoke, keeping his attention on Barron's body.

"This one drew my attention, but since you're enjoying him, I'll find another," Xyrax said with a grunt.

"Hm, you're lucky," Sirrox whispered into Barron's ear. "Xyrax is not a kind lover."

Barron's mind blanked for a second, and he felt the minotaur slowly lick down his neck and then press a bite against his neck. He groaned loudly, and his body jerked as the pain and pleasure mixed together.

Sirrox pulled back slightly, admired the dark mark on the man's neck, and nodded fondly.

"Now you are mine, and all know it."

Barron shuddered and stared up into the soft brown eyes admiring him, though he was now owned property.

"Do you want to be taken in front of the crowd? Does that get you excited?" Sirrox murmured as he moved closer and stroked Barron's chest, teasing his nipples.

Around them, he could hear grunts and screams and the unmistakable sound of sex. He felt his body shiver, and he suddenly understood he wasn't going to be killed, at least not immediately.

At the thought of the crowd watching, he felt his cock soften, and Sirrox noted it.

"Hm, that's fine; I enjoy my privacy as well." The minotaur nuzzled his neck and then pressed his mouth over Barron's and firmly kissed the man. Barron wanted to struggle, but he was held firmly in check, and the beast's tongue filled his mouth as he tried to deny its entry.

Barron suddenly felt his bonds loosen, and he collapsed from the X and fell into the minotaur's arms. The beast held him lightly as though he were a pet to be stroked and strode from the arena. Barron wanted to fight, but he could see other men pressed into the dirt and being ruthlessly fucked. His eyes closed; at least this beast had some consideration for him.

They left the heat of the arena, and the minotaur carried him down a long, cool hallway until they reached what looked like a cell. Another man opened the cell and nodded to the minotaur with a pleased smile. The minotaur flipped the man a coin and went inside. The man closed the door, and Barron heard the locks engage.

He let out a soft whimper when he realized there was no way to escape his fate.

Sirrox released him, and he was surprised to find himself lying on a firm bed with clean sheets. He looked up at the minotaur who stood over him with a hint of confusion. Sirrox smiled and studied the human before him.

"What's your name?"

"Barron."

"No last name, Barron?" Sirrox asked with a smirk.

"If I had one, it was forgotten long ago," Barron said coldly.

"Then perhaps I shall give you mine," Sirrox said as he moved closer, and Barron tried to shift back further but found himself pressed against the mattress.

"No need," he said quickly.

Sirrox chuckled softly, a deep, vibrant noise that almost made Barron smile in return. Sirrox kissed him again, lighter this time and more teasing. Barron found himself responding despite his confusion.

It wasn't like kissing a woman; the minotaur's mouth was larger but soft and supple. Sirrox's tongue was thick and filled Barron's mouth, and it tasted almost sweet against his tongue.

"Such a good boy," Sirrox praised as he lowered his head and began to lick and caress Barron's chest until Barron found himself writhing under the attention.

He could tell he'd gotten hard again from the minotaur's attention, and a part of him wanted more. Without thinking, he found himself raising his hips trying to rub against Sirrox's body.

The minotaur chuckled again, and Barron felt the sound sink into his skin and moaned.

"So responsive," Sirrox purred as he kissed him again and stroked Barron's cock with his large hand. Barron moaned into his mouth and found himself sucking on the minotaur's tongue.

"What was your crime, Barron?"

"Theft," Barron said with a groan as his body eagerly responded to Sirrox's caresses.

"Theft?" The minotaur looked surprised. "Who did you steal from?"

Barron groaned, and his mind scattered for a second as pleasure spread through him when Sirrox lightly bit his nipple.

"He was supposed to be a merchant," Barron gasped out.

"Supposed to be?"

"Turns out he was the City Lord," Barron said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Robbing the City Lord, oh my foolish lover," Sirrox said, his amusement clear from his soft chuckles.

Barron watched Sirrox move down his body with lust in his eyes. His head tilted back, and he groaned when Sirrox ran his thick tongue around his penis.

"Did you know that those punished by the arena are almost exclusively murderers and rapists?" Sirrox mused as he used his licks to stimulate Barron even further.

"What?" Barron asked, his shock penetrating his lust.

"Indeed, you must have angered the City Lord greatly," Sirrox stated calmly, not stopping his attentive licks on Barron's cock.

Barron moaned in pleasure and tried to focus.

"It was just some jewels," he muttered and gave a small cry as Sirrox wrapped his mouth around his dick and sucked. Barron raised his hands and grabbed the minotaurs' horns as he thrust his hips upward.

Barron forgot all about his crime and the City Lord as Sirrox's warm, wet mouth worked him into a frenzy. He'd never experienced such a feeling before. Though he'd gotten blow jobs from women, the minotaur's thick tongue and slick mouth were driving him mad as he thrust harder, trying to find his release.

Sirrox didn't resist Barron taking control and let Barron grip him tight and take pleasure from his mouth. Sirrox could have easily broken the man's grip, but he seemed to be enjoying watching his lover lose control in his mouth.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," Barron managed to say as he released a stream of cum into Sirrox's mouth. When Sirrox swallowed and sucked, Barron let himself go and pulse after pulse of his cum poured into his mouth.

When he finished, he collapsed back onto the bed and panted hard. Sirrox raised his head and licked his lips, cleaning up the mess Barron had made in his mouth.

"Hm, salty," Sirrox said as he kissed Barron again. Barron moaned as he tasted the mix of saltiness and sweetness on Sirrox's tongue, and he gave himself over to the kiss completely.

When the kiss finished, Barron was breathing heavily, and his body was still excited. He noticed that Sirrox's penis was hard, and he tentatively reached out and touched it. It was larger and thicker than his own, and he knew he couldn't fit it in his mouth, so he simply let his fingers stroke the soft, warm skin.

Sirrox moaned softly at Barron's tentative touches and then reached out and turned him over on the bed so Barron rested on his stomach. Barron closed his eyes for a second and then opened them, turning to see Sirrox moving behind him.

He knew what was coming, and a part of him was excited, while fear also rippled through him. Sirrox's dick was huge; how could it fit inside him?

"Have you ever been taken before, Barron?" Sirrox asked quietly as he pressed his body against Barrons and moved slowly.

"Never," Barron breathed.

"Are you frightened?"

"Yes," Barron said, his voice trembling.

"Do you want me to stop?" Sirrox asked as he lightly kissed down Barron's back.

Barron tensed as he processed the question, and he found himself shaking his head.

"Don't stop."

"Such a good boy," Sirrox praised, and his teeth nipped into Barron's skin, and Barron moaned as the pain rippled through him, heightening his pleasure.

Sirrox slowly and teasingly bit and licked his way down Barron's body, leaving small red marks on his skin as though he were claiming every inch of Barron.

Sirrox's hand started to stroke Barron's ass, and Barron tensed.

"Easy, lover, no need to be frightened. I won't hurt you. You'll feel so good," Sirrox coaxed as he continued to mark him. Barron's eyes closed, and he lost himself in the feeling of Sirrox's hands and teeth teasing his body.

Barron's cock grew hard again and pressed hot against his stomach. He let out a cry of pleasure as Sirrox pressed a bite into his butt, and his cock twitched excitedly. Sirrox groaned softly and started rubbing his thick cock between Barron's legs, giving it the friction it wanted so badly.

As long and thick as Sirrox's cock was, it rubbed against Barron's cock, and Barron let out a deep moan and closed his legs slightly to increase the pressure.

Sirrox growled lightly and slid a hand under Barron's stomach, grasping his cock and rubbing it with Barron's. Barron cried out as his body responded eagerly to the rough touch.

This feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The thick, hot shaft rubbed against his, and he felt his precum spilling out. The slickness just made the movement all the more pleasurable.

"Sirrox, I'm going to cum," he whimpered. Sirrox responded by sliding a hand around his cock and squeezing. Barron let out a scream, and his cum spilled into Sirrox's hand.

Barron lay still, his body aching and filled with a mix of overwhelming pleasure and pain. He felt Sirrox's hand slide between his ass cheeks. A finger rubbed against his hole, and he found himself relaxing. It felt nice, warm, and slick.

Sirrox slowly spread Barron's own cum between his cheeks, sliding his finger deeper inside him, working the hole looser while Barron lay unmoving, his body satiated. Soon another finger joined the first, and Barron groaned as the pressure grew. He didn't resist.

Barron could hear Sirrox's teasing praises as he fingered him, and soon enough the fingers withdrew. Barron let out a little whimper in protest; it was starting to feel good.

"Easy now. This is the good part," Sirrox chided him slightly as he aligned his cock and started to press it inside Barron's ass. Barron let out a soft groan; it was still thicker than the fingers had been, but he could feel it spreading him open. Barron's body stretched to take in the width. His ass was slick with his own cum, and now Sirrox was using it to push inside him.

Barron felt himself tense as it started to hurt, and Sirrox paused and slowly stroked his hair.

"Shh, that's a good boy. Just relax and let your body accept it," Sirrox crooned.

Barron found his body responding, and the thick cock slid deeper. Sirrox groaned as he felt Barron's warm ass gripping him tightly.

"So damn tight, lover," Sirrox moaned and leaned over Barron's body, pressing against him. Sirrox pushed his body into the mattress while Barron's hips and ass angled up, taking the cock deep inside.

Barron could feel Sirrox's breathing growing more erratic as Sirrox slowly filled his ass until the minotaur couldn't hold back anymore and gave a deep thrust, sending a sharp burst of pain and pleasure through Barron, who cried out in shock.

Sirrox started to move, thrusting deep into Barron's ass and then pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in again. Every thrust sent Barron over the edge, and he writhed under Sirrox. Sirrox held him firmly in place and took his time deeply rutting into his lover.

As he did, Barron felt him rubbing against something inside him, and it sent massive waves of pleasure through his body. He loudly begged Sirrox for more.

"Harder," he begged one moment. "Faster," the next. His body was trying to find every inch of pleasure in this new activity. Sirrox listened to his begging and responded with deep, hard movements.

Sirrox's eyes closed as he lost himself in the movement and let out great groans as he took his pleasure. Every thrust he dug in deeper. Every pull back, he ground his hips harder. He lost himself in the sound of Barron begging under him, and his came hard. He growled, thrust deep, and held his position as his cum filled Barron.

Barron felt a hot liquid fill his ass, and he groaned and shuddered as it filled his whole body with the sensation of heat. He moaned, and his body trembled.

Sirrox held him tightly against his body and firmly kept him in place as the fire seemed to fill Barron's body. Barron whimpered in pain and cried out; his body jerked, and he struggled.

"Shh, easy, lover. Just let the change happen."

Barron cried through the pain and felt Sirrox caressing his body, soothing him, but it hurt terribly, and he felt like his organs were being rearranged.

"What's wrong with me?" Barron gasped as he felt his body seize.

"Hm, the breeding is taking place, of course," Sirrox said, pride filling his voice.

"I'm male!" Barron protested.

"Of course you are," Sirrox said, amused. "Did you not know minotaurs can breed with any race?"

"Any race, yes, but not sex," Barron said, distressed.

"Shh, easy, love. Soon you'll carry my child and truly be mine. Not like those dregs outside." Sirrox softly stroked Barron's stomach as it moved and shifted under his fingers.

Sirrox nuzzled Barron's neck, and another pulse of cum erupted from his cock, filling Barron even more. Barron groaned and bit the blanket beneath him.

Sirrox groaned softly and started to move again, his thick cock still hard as he thrust inside him. Barron cried out as the pain mixed with pleasure and Sirrox moved faster and harder.

"I can't get enough of you," Sirrox groaned and bit Barron's shoulder as he came again.

Barron groaned as he felt the cum filling him, and he glanced down and could actually see his stomach bulging. His normally firm six-pack was decidedly inflated.

"No, no, no," he whined.

Sirrox nuzzled him and caressed his body until Barron grabbed Sirrox's hands, stopping him.

"No, this can't be happening."

"What's wrong, Barron?" Sirrox tilted his head slightly and kissed him softly.

"Sirrox, stop; you can't just breed someone."

"I picked you," Sirrox said, a confused look on his face. "You're mine, my mate, my lover."

"What? No, I was a prisoner; I had no choice."

Sirrox looked at him, shook his head, and kissed him again, running his large hand across Barron's stomach.

"You made the choice; it's here. You've been bred."

Barron groaned and dropped his head to the bed, trying to figure out how to get through to the beast whose cock was still pulsing deep inside him.

"Do you not want me?" Sirrox spoke softly, the pain in his voice obvious even to the stupidest human thief.

Barron turned his head, looked at the minotaur, and let out a soft groan.

"I didn't say that," Barron answered.

Sirrox made a soft, pleased noise, nuzzled his neck, and kissed him tenderly. Barron closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Fine, he'd try talking more later.