The morning after

You awake, the sweet taste in your mouth now acrid. You try to spit it out and realise that some kind of ball has been stuffed into your mouth and you cannot close it. Judging by the amount of drool, the ball has been there for some time.

You try to stand and realise that your legs have been shackled together - the shackles are thick iron and heavy and it's a strain to even lift your foot. Similar shackles have been placed on your wrists, locking them behind your back. You can feel heavy iron bands around your biceps and realise they have been chained behind your back as well, locking your arms in place and forcing your already impressive chest out even further.

You struggle to your feet and as you do a shadow falls over you. You look up to see a minotaur looming over you, its' massive chest bulging under a leather chest harness, its leather kilt doing little to disguise the huge cock hanging pendulously between its legs. In one hand it carries a thick iron collar with a heavy chain attached to it. It leans close to you, its breath stinking and before you can react the heavy collar is locked on. It yanks on the chain pulling you towards it, your naked flesh feeling the warmth coming from its body.

It looks down and chuckles.

"He he he. It never fails. The tree always provides me with good slaves for market. Now follow me, ****."

It yanks on the chain and starts to walk further into the wood