A valiant young greek warrior ventagers in to the maze to undo the beast and discovers true undoing
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A Hero's Tale
Once, there was a young warrior, who took his trusty sword and
ventured into a minotaur's cave to slay the dread beast, and take
the treasures that the immortal creature has acquired over the years of tribute. Armed, armored, and provisioned, the young warrior entered the maze, wandered, mapped, and gradually came to the realization that his map made no sense, no matter how he measured or re-measured it.
Three days of research, of walking endless corridors measuring,
and his water begins to run low, as does his food. Then, down a
long corridor, he sees a shape, the glint of ivory high upon it's head. The minotaur! He dashes, seeing the beast step out of sight, and finds only a dead end. However, the dead end contains a note;
written in odd script that somehow, the warrior can read.
The note informs the warrior of his choices: The maze is
magical, and only the Minotaur can pass through it. Remain determined to fight, and the Minotaur will let him starve to death, and then take his belongings and add them to his trove. Surrender himself into the Minotaur's service, by stripping himself of all his belongings and walking far enough so that he can no longer see them; and the Minotaur will accept him, feed him, and eventually release him, for eventually, the immortal will tire of his pet.
He ponders this another day, searching, attempting to reach the
'center,' trying to escape, but it is no use. In his foolish pride,
he attempts to plot against the Minotaur, divesting himself of all
but his clothing and a cleverly hidden dagger, and walks away from his
fine armor and sword. As soon as he turns a corner, he hears the
sound of ponderous hooves against stone. Yet, upon turning, he
finds only blank wall, and no matter the passageways he takes,
maddeningly, none allow him any more than the sounds of the Minotaur gathering up his belongings, and slowly walking off, unhindered in his own Maze.
Time passes, and the young warrior is now without food or
water, and it doesn't take long to figure out that the Minotaur is not taken in by his attempted ruse. Conquering his pride, again he divests himself, and now walks the maze naked, figuring that life with a chance of possible future success is better than an ignoble death of thirst. Again, the maze shuts him off, and again he hears the ponderous, heavy sounds of the Minotaur's hooves through the thin,
unyielding rock. But this time, it would seem that the Minotaur's
desires are assuaged, for he hears the echoes of the hooves closer
and closer still, then further for a moment, and around the corner looks up at what rough beast now owns him, eight foot tall or higher, with black, short fur delineating his every line, and his head, fabled, inhuman, with golden, undying eyes.
A heavy, thick hand rests upon his shoulder, forcing him to his
knees, and a golden circlet, seemingly delicate, yet with
imponderable weight, closes about his neck. Low, growled tones rumbling from the Minotaur's chest order him to rise, and he dares not refuse the strength before him; that locks his arms behind his back with chains and bracers of beaten gold, chastened with platinum. Bound, he is led around three short corners, and enters the center of the Maze, the Minotaur's abode. Strange demense of cavern and garden, with millenia of tribute from kings, warriors, philosophers, and aesthetes all arrayed.
He is taken to a large, satin, flat couch (no back) and lain
upon it, on his stomach, the Minotaur besides him large, and regal in
every line. Reaching out from the couch, ponderous still but with the grace of the inexorable, the Minotaur plucks a single grape, and feeds it to his slave. Then, a fragile crystal goblet is brought to his lips, in the thick-fingered hands that could splinter stone as easily, and he is made to drink. Again, he is fed, and given only another swallow; after his hunger, surfeit must not be rushed. The Minotaur's hands rest upon his shoulders, and trace his sleek, bound, warrior's lines, testing them, hands large enough to encircle his ankles with ease and spread them effortlessly, locking them apart with a bar no doubt also of precious metals, cool against his skin. Skin warmed by the Minotaur's touch.
The Minotaur moves to the head of the couch, where the
warrior's head lies over the edge, where he was fed by his Master's kindness. Now he is fed again, as twelve inches of sheathed cock is rubbed over his face, and he is helpless to pull away, the scent filling his nostrils. The bull penis telescopes and elongates, engorging as he is made to taste its fleshy length, opening his mouth wide. The Minotaur instructs his slave in the proper usage of his tongue, and begins his training in the opening of his throat, pressing against it, making the young warrior feel and taste his power and size.
Soon enough, and thankfully, the warrior's aching throat is
freed, His submission having brought the Minotaur to his massive and
complete unsheathed length, cock-head wet and flaring wide. Again the
powerful hands trace his body, arranging him upon the couch so that
he rests upon his gaping spread knees. The bar keeping his ankles wide
chained to his golden collar and his arms fastened in the bracers
behind his back. His face rests upon the couch, and he cries out at
the feel of the thick, oiled fingers entering him. Struggling only
pulls at his unyielding bindings, and no matter how he tries to
squirm, grasp, and close himself; his legs remain wide. And the Minotaur only smiles an continues to oil and open his slave.
Then the flared oiled cock-head of the Minotaur is pressed
against the young warrior's opened an readied anus. With the
merciless strength that only a huge powerful beast possesses . The massive bull man's flaring cock head slowly parts the young warriors taboo gates. Waves of pain shoot across his face as his body
is stretched to fit around the huge flared head. And he screams again and again, until the breath is forced out of him by the width and length pushing itself into him. The great weight of his Master moves
relentlessly above him, the short black fur of the taut belly aressing
his back with each stroke, The enormous cock-head pushs through his last barrier. Plunging as it does to his very depth, his lean round buttock's pressed flush to the crotch of the beast. His cries of agony slowly diminish to effeminate whimpers as the Minotaur's lusts fill him, time and time again humbling him as the hard springy flesh
pounds into him, until he can only use what strength remains in him to push back against the hugeness that invades him, unable anymore to
resist the sensations that wash through him. Slowly strange pleasures begin to fill him, his cock once swinging limp and tiny
between his thighs. Oddly it begins to tingle and burn, as the massive invading organ unside of him batters a moan from his weak spasming body. Humiliatingly his cock began to stiffen, until it is slapping against his stomach with each of the Minotaurs powerful
thrusts! The Minotaurs powerful left hand slides under his muscular chest, lifting him until his head rest's on the beast's huge powerful chest.
Slowly the big oily hand slides up and down his chest and belly
teasingly caressing them. The young warrior looks up confused at his bestial captor's gentlness. Sneeringly the beast looked back, as his right hand snaked down cupping the youths heavy low dangling balls. Rubbing and fondling the soft smooth skin, rolling the slick orbs around in they're sac teasingly. The helpless warrior quivered in pleasure as the massive red bull cock slide smoothly and relentlessly in and out of him! "Your going to cum!" The beast's huge gravelly voice rumbled, it was not a question.
It's huge oily right hand roamed up ingulfing the warriors thick
pulsing maleness. The hot massive hand slipped up the velvety hardness of that eager organ. A single thick finger ladling up the
slick clear percum dribbling from the youth's urethra.
Bending his head down over the young warriors shoulder, the beast
carefully traced spidery runes. Along the warriors shaft and down covering his big floppy nut sac, with the slick clear fluid. "And now I take my due!" The beast growled in the youths ear
breathlessly. The Minotaur began thrusting hard then, its tremendous hairy balls bludgeoning the back of the youths own testicles. A hot
river of percum snaked down the warriors bobbing cock, in time with
each merciless butt pounding thrust! The once arrogant warrior raised his ass up to meet the beast's thrust's, moaning and whimpering like a cat house whore! The hulking bull sized fucker owned him, it
could do anything it wished with him now and he'd beg for it to be done again! The thrusts were coming quicker now, as the huge hairy beast really began to enjoy the warriors tiny fuckhole! A prickly tingling ran along the under side of his bouncing flopping cock, then pulsed in the swollen aching head.
The Minotaur hammered his captives firm round buttock's, slamming his massive organ balls deep with each savage thrust! "Cum!!!!" "Cum for me!" The beast rumbled lifting his human captive into the air with his powerful thrusting! The young warrior through his head back
gritting his teeth unwilling to release, without knowing why. At last the bull man slipped his head under his captives arm, reaching down to wrap his soft mobile lip's around the humans hard trobbing cock head.
"Ooohohooo!" The helpless warrior gasped, as the Minotaur suckled softly his rough tongue teasing the cock heads rim. The prickly
tingling sensation raced up the underside of his cock once more, a massive power flared deep in his heavy balls as they draw up.
It started with a burning dribble, then a torrent flooded into the
beasts hot suckling mouth! The youth screamed his abused body spasming, as a pleasure more powerful than anything
he'd ever known blasted through him! Brilliant golden light blaze from his loins as the Minotaur pulled his hot suckling lip's away from them.
"Mmmmrraaaaaahhhh!" The huge beast roared, lifting its black muzzle to his captives face. Then the young warrior's bowls were
skewered with the geyser like force of Master's climax, each pulse rocketing into his well-plumbed depths and driven home by the next
brutal thrust. Crying and begging, covered with sweat, oil, and the
provenance of the great bull; the young warrior is released from the brutality of the bull's monumental invading penis. The youths head drops forward in exhaustion,and finds himself starring at
his loins. Shock and panic flood his mind as he realizes what he's
seeing! Only a tiny bump remains of his once proud fat cock, and nothing but smooth soft skin remained where his heavy low hanging balls once were!!! Speechless he looked up into his masters dark eyes.
"Such is the price of my immortality." The beast man rumbles explaining simply. Gently he removes the bar, so that his new eunuch slave can close it's aching leg's. Again the warrior is handled, lain out by the strong, yet gentle hands of the Minotaur, who lies him upon his warm, blackfurred chest and stomach, reversed. A rumble from the beast's chest convinces the broken unmanned warrior to lick the come from his masters soft, fleshy, slowly softening
length. And the Minotaur satisfied, allows his slave to sleep and
recover held safe in his burly arms.