Aljistar’s virginity

By Beefy the Bull, August 2022

 Content Warning: Rape

When I joined the house I was probably 17 or 18 years old, I don't really know when I was born. In Minotaur culture, birthdays are not that important - you count winters survived for age, and the date of your circus or other rites are more important anyway. The head trainer had an important celebration for those who survived their first year of the clan’s indoctrination. For me that was effectively the day of my joining, of my…first. I still felt ill when thinking about what I had done, disgusted with myself. In the house of shadow time was imperceptible, minutes, hours, and days felt different all the time; we were kept chained in a windowless cell, telling time was impossible. Most of the time several of us were kept in a cell together. Sometimes we were separated out into single cells for no obvious reason that could be thought of. 

I was in a cell by myself, chained standing in the middle of the cell, arms pulled out to my sides with my steel cuffs around my wrists and collar around my neck bolted to a large thick wooden beam  about seven feet long resting on my shoulders. Iron rings on the beam chained it to the ceiling most of the time, forcing me to stand. My ankle cuffs were locked to iron rings imbedded in the stone floor, holding me in the uncomfortable position. Naked, except for a steel cock-lock and a rough bag tied over my head, I stood blind and helpless, waiting for the next days training. They even put our backs towards the cell door to create a sense of vulnerability - everything in this place was designed to inflict discomfort.
 
A guard or attendant would come ever so often, I assumed every 3 or 4 hours and check on you, making sure you were still in the cell, restrained but alive. The attendants would regularly pour a bucket of water in the sewer trough that was inset in the floor between my legs to clean it. Every now and again an attendant would douse us with a bucket of water and scrub us down with soap and a brush. It was the only positive touch we felt in this place, unless you had just been lashed, in which case it was not so positive, and did not feel very good at all. Dripping dry in the cold stone cell wasn’t very nice either. Like the rest of our training, it hardened us to pain and adversity.

I was awaken by the cell door behind me opening, sleeping while hanging in chains wasn't pleasant, but you took what you could get.
 I thought it was just a regular check, but when the door closed, I still felt a presence in the room. I felt the eyes on me.
“You are one dangerous beast.” The bull said. He was moving around me in a slow circle, appraising me. I was silent, I knew better then to try and speak with out being told to. Not that he would understand me with the gag in my snout.
“I have been watching you train, your really good. Strong too.” The words of praise felt good, but still dangerous. There was some catch? Some hidden cost? Some test?
“I saw your papers, and that tonight makes one year you’ve spent with us.” The bull informed almost excited by the fact. 
Was it only one year?
“And according to those records, your still a virgin.” The voice said, but incredulously. A hand gripped my bicep, causing me to flinch. I hadn’t realized he was that close. I was getting a bad feeling from this, but a part of me responded to the fleeting and crazy thought that he was going to bring a female in the cell for me.
But the hand followed my musculature to my chest, then down to my abs, in a slow and greedy way that filled me with dread. The hand slid a bit further down to my steel encased cock, sliding over the tube and cupping under my balls.
“I can only imagine how needy you must be, how much you must hate this steel…” the snout of the bull got close to the side of my bagged head where my ear was and whispered the rest with a grin: “… and I really enjoy that thought.” The bull moved back and his hand left my caged cock. He stepped behind me. I expected to hear the cell door open, but instead I heard his belt buckle loosen, sending a shiver through me. I felt him getting behind me, my heart rate soared, and my breathing was heavy. One of his hands grabbed the base of my tail and lifted it out of the way. The other hand had a finger slicked with grease, and wiped a glob on my pucker, before pressing the finger in.
I pulled hard on the steel and iron, rattling the chains, but little else. The gag in my maw kept my roar to a mumble.
“Your papers were right…you are a virgin!” He said gleefully.
The finger left, and he grabbed my hips with both hands.
I was strong, muscle only. But I was still only eighteen, and the bull behind me was obviously a older, larger, and a stronger male. His grip was as strong as the steel’s grip on my wrists. I pulled wildly, fighting for my very life. 
To be raped in minotaur society…was… you cannot regain your lost honor. You are marked as less, you are weak, if you let yourself get raped you are …a bitch.
I felt the warm tip of his cock touch my slicked opening. His grip on my hips was steely as he pulled me in and thrust. The head entered me, and I screamed, muffled by the gag and bag over my head. He stabbed into me, opening me forcefully with rapid thrusts, forcing my ass open more and more, plunging deeper and deeper. He moved quick, forcing his way ruthlessly into my tight behind. For him it was glorious, pleasurable to fuck such a tight virgin at his own pace. For me it was pain, tearing me open with stabbing pain as the larger bull worked quickly towards and finally hilted. Once my virginity was vanquished, he started focusing on his pleasure. He had a short and rapid thrust, moaning as his balls slapped my ass rhythmically with my muffled cries, moans, and sobs.
It hurt inside my guts, having been so quickly and violently forced open. But I was also a sexually frustrated young bull, and the rough battery of my prostate proved too much. I wasn’t present enough to feel it building up, it was washed out by the pain, but when I orgasmed, it was powerful. I almost blacked out from pain and pleasure mixed, my mind was confused and hazed by the conflicting feelings. My insides spasmed and clenched his cock, causing him to ram home in a loud, lewd moan, cumming inside me. When he pulled from me after a few final slow thrusts, it hurt, but was also was finally relief from the initial tearing pain of the forced entry. I stood shaking, semen dripping from the tip of my caged cock and from my terrorized ass.
My awareness expanded some after a moment, it sounded like he was pulling his pants back on. He came over to me and his hand ran up my inner thigh, under my ass cheek and up my side, before he planted a kiss on my neck. 
“You know your ass is pretty, you shouldn't hide it under your tail like that.” He said pulling my tail that was firmly planted down off to one side.  “Here, let me help you with that.” He had a torn strip of cloth, and he tied it around my right thigh, then pressed my tail to it, and tied bow around my tail, holding it aside, showing my ravaged opening.
He pat my ass cheek “There much better.” He said as he stepped over to the cell door. “I can hardly wait for your next year with us.” The door was unlatched. “But don’t worry, I’ll make time for us between now and then.” The door closed, and he was gone.
I let myself cry, but I sobbed silently; lest there be a lashing too.