GODS OF OLYMPUS
≈ MINOTAUR ≈
~ Daedalus’ Labyrinth ~
The young Cretan warrior was about to step into the Labyrinth when he heard his friends call him: “Theron! Think better! We just began our training as warriors, you’re not experienced enough!”
Theron turned around wearing a confident grin under his helm: “I can do it! I’m sure! I even took my cousin’s spear and my brother’s shield! I will kill the beast, and when I’m back, I will be regarded by everybody as a mighty hero!”
He proudly raised his spear and then entered the huge stone building. He knew that the legendary architect Daedalus had created an intricate maze to prevent the beast from finding the way out, but Theron was confident, as he wasn’t a beast, he was a valiant warrior, and never got lost once in his life.
He slowly walked down the first hallway, and noticed with relief that there were lit torches hanging from the walls. The stone walls looked ancient, were covered with moss and cobwebs, and there was debris on the uneven floor. He came to the first junction and turned to the right without any hesitation, committing his steps to his memory. At the next fork he instinctively veered left, trying to head to the very heart of the Labyrinth, where, sure enough, the Minotaur lived.
Theron wondered what the beast would look like. No one had seen it and lived to tell. All he knew was that every nine years, seven young lads and seven maidens were sent from Athens to Crete and left wandering cluelessly through the maze, to ultimately sate the hunger of the beast that haunted the Labyrinth.
It was said to be a horrid beast, as evil as a man and as strong as a bull, but Theron was confident that he could kill it, thanks to his long spear: he would strike the Minotaur through the heart before it could even come close enough to attack!
«Wait…» – Theron thought, puzzled, snapping himself out of his epic dreams – «Didn’t I already pass here? These hallways look all the same…»
He briefly stopped, trying to get his bearings, and then turned into another hallway, walking with confident steps. Be it for his keen sense of direction or because Fortune favored him beyond reason, he was indeed drawing closer to the heart of the Labyrinth; the hallways became shorter and darker, until he came to a vast hall.
He cautiously stepped into the dimly lit space, glancing around, trying to spot the beast. He then stopped and stood silent, as the beast, due to his massive body, had to be quite noisy when walking around, but he didn’t hear anything.
On a second thought, he seemed to hear a feeble sound, like a faint sigh, and wondered where it came from. Only when he felt the beast’s hot breath on the back of his neck did he realize he was in great trouble.
He immediately turned around and terror seized him, watching the Minotaur towering over him.
~ The Beast takes its toll ~
None of the tales Theron heard had prepared him for the horrible sight. The Minotaur was indeed half man and half bull. It had a big taurine head crowned by two strong curved horns, with a protruding snout and large nostrils, but his torso was human, in a way, as his arms and hands were definitely human; but Theron had never seen a man with such huge, imposing muscles. The upper part of the legs, as thick as trunks, were human, but then they morphed into beastly hind legs, ending into wide hooves. A tattered, dirty loincloth hung from his hips, covering his groin.
The Minotaur didn’t move, he just looked down at Theron, waiting for his move; the young warrior cautiously stepped back, putting a small safe distance between the beast and himself. For many long moments they stared at each other, without moving.
Theron gathered his courage and raised his spear, ready to throw it at the beast, whose eyes briefly lowered to the ground, as if it was foreseeing its upcoming death. Theron carefully aimed at the beast’s heart and was about to throw the spear when a sudden gust of air made the beast’s loincloth move sideways, revealing an impossibly long and thick dark cock. Thirty inches of almost black meat, ending in an exposed glans as wide as the guy’s fist. It might be human in its shape, more or less, but totally unhuman in its size.
Theron hesitated, forcing himself not to be distracted by the disgusting sight; he aimed again and his arm sprang forward, in a fluid movement rehearsed countless times on the training grounds. The spear left his hand, flew through the air pointing to the Minotaur’s heart, but never reached its target, because the beast, with an unexpectedly swift move, moved aside and grabbed the flying spear with his hand.
A low, angry growl made the air around them tremble, and Theron’s heart with it. The Minotaur broke the spear into pieces, like it was chalk, and furiously threw the fragments away. Theron ran away as fast as he could, but could hear the heavy hooves hitting the ground behind him, closer and closer.
“NOOOO!!!” – he screamed, when a strong hand painfully grabbed him by his shoulder and threw him to the ground. In a second, he found himself lying on the cold stone, with his face pushed into the dusty floor, pinned down by the weight of the beast.
“Please don’t eat me…” – Theron whined, feeling the hot breath of the beast on his back. He expected the beast’s hands to tighten around his neck any moment, to choke him to death, but instead he felt the big, calloused palms glide down across his shoulder blades, following the line of his back until they rested over his glutes.
A sharp tug on the frail fabric of his battle skirt left Theron’s bottom nude and exposed, and the guy strained his neck to turn around and look at the beast with worried eyes. Were the Minotaur a man, his intentions would have been easy to guess; but there was nothing human in the creature’s snort, his beastly gaze… and his impossibly big member!
“By Zeus… no…” – the guy murmured with a choked voice, seeing the beast’s immense cock stiffen and thickening to an unbelievable erection, as long as his whole arm. He desperately tried to sneak out of the beast’s grip, but his entire lower body was totally immobilized.
The Minotaur grabbed Theron’s round buttocks with its big hands and parted them, revealing his rosy, tight virgin hole; it lowered its muzzle to the tender flesh and Theron whined, afraid that the beast was about to bite off a piece of his ass cheeks. But the Minotaur parted its lips and assaulted the tiny hole with its big slick tongue.
“Gods of Olympus!!” – Theron cried out, feeling the strong tongue lap his hole with greedy determination, causing exquisite unknown sensations to radiate from his ass. “What… oh Zeus… What are you doing… OOOHHH!!” – he moaned shamelessly, as the flexible tongue lapped, licked and sneaked all around his wrinkled hole.
When his entire nether region was dripping with thick bull saliva, Theron stiffened, feeling the massive tongue pointing to his inviolate hole. He held his breath, and when he felt the tongue effortlessly and mercilessly pry open his anal rings he screamed in pain. No human tongue could force his ass open wide like that, and Theron felt like it was a massive cock, and not a tongue, violently ripping his virginity and invading his unexplored intimacy.
“AAAGGHH!!” – the young warrior screamed again, when the entire thick tongue was forcefully shoved all the way inside him, causing him fiery pangs of pain. And yet, the feeling of that slick tongue touching him inside, wiggling and twirling like a snake, had such an erotic force that Theron moaned loud, shaking his head and arching his back to take the monster tongue even deeper.
Walking the thin line between pain and pleasure, Theron squirmed under the beast’s tongue, that was giving him otherworldly sensations he never imagined he could feel. The constant pushing, twirling and wiggling of the slick flexible tongue deep inside his chute forced Theron to feel a growing tension into his groin, more and more powerful, until he realized he was on the brink of a massive orgasm.
Whether the intentions of the creature were to give him the ultimate humiliation, forcing him to feel a pleasure against nature, or to grant him one last moment of joy before being penetrated to death, Theron fought with all his might to resist and hold back the impending orgasm.
“Have mercy on me… Don’t make me cum like a whore…” – he pleaded when he realized he couldn’t hold his seed a moment longer, but the amazing wet muscle relentlessly battered his prostate with perfectly aimed blows, pushing the lad into the abyss.
Loud moans of desperate pleasure filled the air, while strong anal contractions gripped hard the Minotaur’s tongue, fully shoved inside the quivering chute to the last inch. A wide puddle of youthful semen soaked what remained of the lad’s ripped skirt, until, slowly, the climax trailed off to a gloomy stillness.
Theron felt the thick tongue being withdrawn from his hole, and he perceived the unmistakable pressure of something harder, and much wider, pressing on his anus. He turned around in alarm, and watched in disbelief the creature ready to spear his vulnerable bottom with its rock-hard, impossibly long club.
“It will kill me…” – the young warrior whined, in horror, looking at the creature with pleading eyes – “Choke me, slaughter me, but please… not this. Don’t kill me this way…”
The beast looked straight at its prey. Was there a glint of hidden pain inside its bovine eyes? Could this horrid abomination possibly have a heart? Could he hopefully feel mercy? But the fleeting hope lasted no more than a few moments.
“AAAAARRGGHHH!!!” – Theron screamed out of his lungs, when the huge glans tore open his anal rings, making them collapse under the force of the brutal onslaught. The stiff rod stopped for a brief moment, and then another vicious thrust pushed many more inches of beastly meat deep inside the devastated chute, giving the screaming guy a pain he’d never felt before.
And the beast wasn’t even halfway in.
The Minotaur began rocking his massive hips back and forth, ravaging the tender hole in ways that no human could, each time pushing his immense cock deeper, painfully straightening the natural bends of the guy’s intestine. The beastly member crashed into the guy’s tender depths relentlessly and mindlessly, like a frenzied elephant running through a village, tearing down huts and smashing everything in its path.
The merciless pounding raged without pause, the beast heedless of the screams of agony echoing off the tall stone walls. The inhuman member wreaked havoc inside the young warrior’s body, crashing into places that were meant to forever remain inviolate.
Theron was on the brink of unconsciousness, his entire world an explosion of pain; he faintly whined, waiting for the last, fatal thrust that would’ve impaled him to death.
The pace of the brutal rape ramped up and the beast heaved for the effort, climbing to the peak of its beastly climax. The Minotaur let out a deep, thunderous moo that rumbled in the vast hall, making the walls tremble, and shoved his monstrous member all the way into its prey. Theron uttered a raucous gurgle, stiffened and crashed to the ground, unconscious.
Mercifully, he couldn’t feel the gallons of bull seed that were forcibly pumped inside his ruined body.
A heavy silence fell into the room, and the Minotaur slowly stood up, looking at the motionless body of the young warrior. He sadly shook his head. Why? Why did it have to be that way, he grieved.
Why did young men like the one at his feet come to the Labyrinth all the time and try to kill him? He knew his exterior look was horrid, but he posed no threats to the humans, as he lived secluded in his gloomy palace, without ever going out. The architect, Daedalus, was confident he’d created a perfect maze, but Minotaur had found the way out almost immediately after being imprisoned there. And yet, he’d never ventured out, because it was more than clear that people, outside, hated him.
«But it’s not my fault…» – Minotaur thought with an aching heart, letting out a feeble moo that sounded like a whine – «I didn’t choose to come to life this way, a blasphemous union of man and beast that should’ve never been born…»
Every nine years, seven vigorous young men and seven beautiful maidens from Athens were brought to the Labyrinth, as a sort of sacrifice to him, but Minotaur never touched them, not once. He never even asked for such a sacrifice, it was an evil idea of King Minos to punish the Athenians. And yet they died, one by one, wandering through the inescapable Labyrinth until they wilted to death.
With the arrogant warriors entering the Labyrinth with the explicit aim of killing him, however, it was different. Minotaur couldn’t let them try to kill him without having them pay for their affront! They were so clumsy, so inexperienced, and yet so arrogant! If only they knew that they couldn’t possibly kill him…
Some of them survived the brutal fuck, some didn’t. But it didn’t make any difference, as they wouldn’t ever be able to find the way out anyway. There was no food nor water in the Labyrinth, as Minotaur didn’t need them, being the son of a demigoddess. But the young humans coming there, by will or by force, needed support to survive, and quickly starved to death.
«When will the fated hero come and take my life?» – Minotaur thought ruefully – «I’m tired of living this way… Death will be a blessing…»
~ The chosen hero ~
Theseus, the celebrated Athenian hero, set foot on the island of Crete and was welcomed by King Minos in person. At his side, in a shy and reverent pose, stood a beautiful blond maiden that Theseus believed was Princess Ariadne, the King’s daughter.
“You’re most welcome, noble Theseus, son of Aegeus!” – the King said aloud – “Your father, King of Athens, has sent you to relieve his city from the toll of young lives exacted every nine years. An almost impossible task awaits you, but I am a man of my word: should you defeat the Minotaur, my daughter’s hand will be yours!”
What was clearly meant as a sweet promise of conjugal happiness made Theseus feel his heart tighten painfully in his chest. He was not ready to get married, and Ariadne, though exceptionally beautiful, didn’t spur any romantic feeling inside him. But he soldiered on: “Thank you, King Minos. I’m a man of my word, too: I will slay the beast!”
That very night, Theseus went to the Labyrinth, in full battle gear. His long cape flowed around him in the evening breeze while he pensively watched the door to the maze, gathering his strength and courage.
“Theseus…” – a faint voice came from behind him, and the man turned around, laying his eyes on the beautiful Ariadne. “You shouldn’t be here!” – Theseus warned her – “If your father finds out you’re with me, he’ll be furious!”
Ariadne flashed a mischievous gaze: “My father always had problems controlling the women of the family…”. She was clearly referring to the widely known tale about her mother, the Queen, lying with a bull without the King suspecting anything.
“I can’t help you kill the beast” – she added, showing a large skein of golden thread – “but at least I can help you find your way back. Tie the end of this thread around your waist. When you’ve slain the Minotaur, just follow the thread back to me, and I will be yours…”
“It will be the sweetest moment in my life” – Theseus replied, trying to sound sincere, though his words had the bitter taste of a lie. He tied the golden thread around his waist and entered the Labyrinth.
The further Theseus walked along the dark hallways, faintly lit by wooden torches, the heavier became the burden oppressing his heart. It wasn’t him who decided how he had to live his life. Being the son of the King of Athens, he wasn’t free to do whatever fancied him, this was only right, but he felt like he was living someone else’s life: the life that his father, Athens, King Minos and even Ariadne expected him to live.
He was about to kill a monster, but he didn’t really want to do that: he just had to. He was going to marry Ariadne, and again, he just had to. But if he didn’t want to marry a beautiful girl like Ariadne, then to whom would he want to devote his life?
There was a part of him that he’d always kept fiercely secluded into the most secret depths of his heart, but the Labyrinth demanded truth. The Labyrinth was all around him, but it was inside himself, too. He felt he was about to face something horrible, but it wasn’t the beast. Each step that drew him nearer to the heart of the dreadful Labyrinth also brought him nearer to finally facing his true self.
Those secret desires he felt when getting undressed in the military barracks, surrounded by virile soldiers confidently showing off their nudity… Or the covert glances he shot at the seamen, while sailing, watching in awe their muscles flex when they pulled on the ropes… He couldn’t ignore those feelings anymore, shameful as they were.
He was regarded by everyone as a commanding, dominant man: no one could have guessed that what he dearly craved, deep inside, was simply to rest his head upon the chest of a powerful man, to nestle into his strong arms, and to lose himself in his embrace.
The deeper he ventured into the Labyrinth, the more his denied desires made his heart ache: how could he possibly accept that shameful part of himself? How could he explain to his father that he wanted, at long last, to lose his battle and surrender himself to a more valiant warrior?
The golden thread tied to his waist felt heavy like an iron chain. «I don’t want to live this life…» – Theseus grieved, finally facing the unbearable void of an existence that wasn’t his own.
Lost in his gloomy thoughts, Theseus veered into a darker hallway and stopped in his tracks, frozen. He had found the beast. Or more likely, the beast had found him.
They stood for a long time staring at each other, in silence, across the dimly lit corridor. Theseus scanned with wide eyes the creature’s imposing body, the body that many before him found horrid, disgusting, abominable; but Theseus was not scared or horrified, as he had finally come to accept the most horrible and frightening part of himself.
Neither Theseus nor the creature had chosen what they were; both were bound by a fate they could never escape. They looked different, but there wasn’t much difference, under the skin. Suddenly, Theseus knew that he could never kill the beast, because there was no ‘beast’ to kill.
~ The ultimate battle ~
The sword he was holding fell to the floor with a loud clang, and was followed by the shield and the helm. Those objects, that so far were vital for him, suddenly seemed useless. Under the Minotaur’s bovine gaze, Theseus unlaced the protection on his arms and legs and dropped them; then he removed his cape and his battle skirt.
He stood naked in front of the Minotaur, baring his soul as much as he was baring his body. Only the golden thread was still tied to his waist.
“Minotaur…” – Theseus softly said, and was surprised to see his big eyes glare with interest – “I’m not here to kill you. You live imprisoned in the maze Daedalus built for you. My own Labyrinth wasn’t crafted by him, yet it is no less gloomy and oppressive than yours.”
Minotaur uttered a long, painful sound and then slowly unlaced his loincloth, making it fall to the ground and revealing the impressive member hanging between his legs.
Theseus gasped in surprise: “You can’t talk… but you understand me! You do feel the pain I was talking about!”
Another feeble sound that sounded like a whine escaped from Minotaur’s mouth. Theseus moved a cautious step toward him, then another one; he was now so close that he could smell Minotaur’s scent, which wasn’t beastly, but masculine and comforting. Everything was suddenly clear to Theseus; he looked again at the creature and all he saw was the hurting man doomed to live in the body of a beast.
Theseus walked a couple steps more and gently pressed his cheek on Minotaur’s vast chest. A choked sob escaped his lips when he felt the creature’s strong arms holding him into a tight, protective embrace.
The creature’s thick body hair felt warm and welcoming under Theseus’ cheek, while he listened to the powerful heart thumping inside the big chest. Almost without thinking, Theseus turned his head and gave a light kiss on the bulging pectoral, then another one; soon his lips became more determinate and passionate, animated by the sudden hunger Theseus felt mounting inside himself.
Theseus sucked into his mouth the thick, meaty nipple of the beast and rejoiced, hearing a guttural, deep growl of pleasure escaping from his lips. Spurred by Minotaur’s reaction, the valiant warrior threw his cautions to the wind and kissed, licked and bit every inch of his massive upper body, and then moved down to the firm belly and the powerful abs, and further down to the pubes, the root of the wondrous cock, the thigh as thick as a trunk.
The hard stone made his knees hurt, but Theseus didn’t care: he wanted to devote himself to Minotaur, his hurting soul and his overwhelming masculinity. He whined like a kid robbed of his candy, when two strong hands grabbed by his shoulder and pulled him to his feet.
Minotaur took Theseus by the hand and pulled him through several dark hallways, until they emerged into a small room where the stone floor was missing, letting a lush grass grow freely. The bulky half-bull lay down on the grass and gently pulled Theseus over him. His wide bovine eyes were lakes of heartwarming thankfulness and excited expectation.
Theseus straddled Minotaur’s legs and watched in amazement his cock, almost fully hard; it was as long as the spears they used in battle, and looked as much as dangerous. Theseus grabbed it with both hands and began a slow, sensual massage, eliciting soft guttural moans from the creature.
How hard did Theseus’ trainers teach him how to dodge a spear, not to be hit! But now, all Theseus wanted was to be hit by that warm, sensual spear! He wanted to be pierced by it, feel it tear his flesh apart, no matter how painful it could be!
Hesitantly, he lapped the wide dark mushroom head, and when Minotaur uttered a contented groan, he opened his jaws wide and took as much as he could of the impossibly big member into his mouth.
Theseus expected it to taste awful, but it actually had a masculine, exotic scent that made shivers of pleasure and passion course through his spine. With renewed determination, the noble warrior devoted himself completely to worshipping Minotaur’s obelisk, an ode to his off-the-charts virility and unbelievable dominance. He shoved his head down the long shaft with hunger, desperately trying to take as much as he could, but of course he couldn’t gulp down no more than a few inches.
He recoiled in dismay, and watched the massive cock standing tall in his grip; he couldn’t possibly take it all down his throat, but he could well service it inch by inch. He began licking and kissing the long shaft with great passion, making the dark skin wet with saliva. Down he went, further and further, with utmost devotion, toward the root as thick as his bicep.
And there he found the source of Minotaur’s virility, his big hairless balls, wide and low-hanging. Theseus reverently took them with both hands and lifted them to his mouth. How heavy they felt in his palms! He opened his mouth wide, but each bull gonad was too big to fit, so he licked and kissed them, gently squeezing the big, wrinkled sac into his hands.
More bovine sounds of pleasure and surprise escaped Minotaur’s lips, and Theseus went back to work the long shaft, adding as much spit to the taut skin as he could, because that was the only lubricant he could hope for.
But it wasn’t enough, and Theseus knew well. He spat on his fingers and tried to wet his own hole, but it was too tight and dry. He wanted to be fucked by Minotaur with all his being, but it was going to be painful…
“What…??” – he exclaimed with surprise when Minotaur took him bodily and laid him down onto the grass. With his big hands, the bull-man raised and parted Theseus’ legs, revealing his tight, untainted back door. The wide, black-skinned cock head was an inch from the quivering hole, and Theseus held his breath, waiting for the mighty thrust that would bring him up to Olympus… or down to Hades. Literally.
But Minotaur didn’t spear the tender, unprotected hole. Instead, he lowered his muzzle to Theseus’ crotch and enveloped his entire throbbing erection with his slick bovine tongue. Theseus stiffened and held his breath, while his brains tried to process the unknown sensation of feeling his whole member enveloped in something as velvety as a woman’s sheath, but as flexible as an ephebus’ hand and as slick as a manly tongue. “This can’t be real…” – he uttered in disbelief – “It’s too sweet, too sensual… What are you doing to me, Minotaur…”
The creature couldn’t smile, but his eyes flashed with sensuality while he opened wide his bovine lips and engulfed Theseus’ entire manhood, including his balls. The swirling slickness took possession of his manly attributes, bathing and massaging them like no human mouth could. Theseus was delirious with pleasure and desire, and tossed his head from side to side, on the soft grass.
But when he thought it couldn’t be any better than that, he had to think better.
While still keeping Theseus’ entire manhood into his hot mouth, Minotaur sneaked his long tongue down, across the perineum, reaching the man’s tight hole. Theseus stifled a scream of surprise and pleasure, feeling his cock erotically massaged by the bull’s mouth and his man-hole bathed and licked with utter sensuality at the same time.
Before Theseus could explode, Minotaur let go of his manliness and focused on his ass, lapping and prodding the sensitive skin with his wide flexible tongue. When the entire crack of Theseus’ ass was dripping with slick bull spit, Minotaur aimed his pointy tongue to the very center of the wrinkled areola and slowly forced open the virgin hole.
~ Heartfelt plea ~
Theseus groaned in ecstasy, as there was no pain at all, only a tender, slick tongue gently loosening his anal rings, waiting for him to get used to the loving invasion; the wondrous tongue worked its way deeper and deeper into Theseus’ intimacy, inch by inch, slowly, with tender care. Not a single sensitive part of Theseus’ inner linings was spared from the sweet onslaught, and the valiant warrior found himself shivering and moaning like a maiden on his bridal night. It seemed almost impossible that a big creature like Minotaur could be so delicate, attentive and tender.
When the tongue retracted from Theseus’ chute, the man was panting hard, lying on the grass. He looked straight at Minotaur, glanced at his impossibly long cock and faintly nodded: “Take me, Minotaur. Push your virility as deep as you can inside me, and then push more: I want to take all of you, your humanity, your bestiality, everything. I need it as much as the air I breathe.”
With great caution, Minotaur pressed his wide glans against Theseus’ slick, loosened hole, and gently thrust his hips. The big head forced open the man’s sphincter to its limit and plopped inside. Theseus uttered a restrained groan, but immediately reassured Minotaur with a nod of his head.
A few more inches disappeared into the man’s chute, stretching the virgin linings wide, along paths inside Theseus that no one had ever explored.
Minotaur leaned over Theseus and supported himself with his brawny arms, looking down at him. “Don’t stop, my man” – the warrior said – “Yes, man, because that’s what you are. Make me yours, Minotaur, I’m begging you. Push it in, all the way, and let us be one.”
The mighty hips set in motion, making the wondrous cock slide in and out of Theseus’ overstretched ass; there was no rush in Minotaur’s moves, he didn’t want to hurt the first and only man who had accepted and recognized him for what he really was, looking beneath his horrid form. Theseus wanted more, wanted all of him, but Minotaur was painfully aware of how deadly the weapon he bore between his beastly legs could be. The tears welling from Theseus’ eyes were a heart-breaking reminder of how great a pain he was feeling, trying to take the unhuman rod inside himself.
Theseus threw his arms around Minotaur’s neck and held him tight, shutting his eyes tight and pressing his bearded cheek on the big bovine head. “Deeper… Dig deep inside me, my Minotaur” – Theseus incited, his cheeks streaked with tears – “Nnngghh… yes, it hurts, but it’s the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt…”
Minotaur pushed his mighty club deeper, forcing open tight passages inside Theseus that he didn’t want to violate. He tried to stop, but he felt Theseus’ feet push hard on the small of his back, forcing him to go further, without resting, all the way.
“Oh almighty Zeus…” – Theseus fervently prayed, tightly hugging Minotaur’s head – “nnngghh… You let me find my way to the heart of the Labyrinth… aaagghh… now give me the strength to devote myself to Minotaur completely… mmmhh… Let me take to the last inch the one and only man I love…”
Much to his amazement, Theseus felt Minotaur’s impossibly long cock slide deeper inside him, inch by inch. Minotaur was now breathing hard, uttering weird grunts and moans, and kept on pushing until his pubes were firmly pressed on Theseus’s buttocks. After such a long, teasing and painful penetration, Minotaur couldn’t hold himself anymore, and began fucking Theseus with vigorous thrusts, slamming each time his crotch on the firm ass and pushing his cock all the way inside his lover.
Yes, lover! No one, man or woman, had ever made Minotaur feel such a bursting love, no one had ever broken into his prison of stone, self-pity and anger. But Theseus did it. The only hero blessed with the power to take his life had come instead to grant him a new one.
The pounding became frantic, and the thrusts wrecking, while Minotaur climbed the last steps to the peak of his pleasure. Theseus, still holding for dear life to Minotaur’s head, felt his own seed drip down his torso, as the mighty rod had fucked the cum out of him countless times, so far.
A deep growl, more a rumble than a moan, echoed off the stone walls, when Minotaur hit his climax and flooded Theseus’ ravaged insides with the balm of his love. Theseus clearly felt the thick seed being pumped inside him, and sighed with relief. He still couldn’t fathom how he could take Minotaur’s cock to the hilt, an oversize cock as long as thick as his own arm, fist, bicep and all.
Minotaur stood still, heaving for the effort, and Theseus murmured into his ear: “I love you, Minotaur. You’re my life, my way, my man.”
He smiled wide when he heard him reply: “I love you too, Theseus, my savior, my love, my man.”
It took Theseus a couple moments to realize how prodigious those few words were. He gasped loudly and exclaimed: “You can talk!”
He released Minotaur’s head and recoiled, to take in his features, and they were features of a handsome man. No more bull muzzle, no more horns, no more fur: Zeus had heard Theseus’ plea, to let him love Minotaur the way he deserved: as a man.
Minotaur slowly stood up, allowing Theseus to scan his body with his marveled eyes. There wasn’t anything beastly in the man, not anymore. But he was still very tall, muscular and imposing; his long hair flowed down to his large shoulders, framing an exceptionally masculine face covered with a short black beard. His legs were not bovine anymore, but were still as massive as trunks, and a thick body hair covered his skin.
His manhood was still prodigious, but in a human scale; and Theseus realized that he could take all of Minotaur’s cock, and survive it, only because after his heartfelt plea to Zeus his rod had shrunk to a more human size. It was much smaller than the beastly 30-inches cock he had before, and yet it was the biggest member Theseus had ever seen.
Shining in the middle of his handsome face, Minotaur’s eyes were the most beautiful eyes Theseus had ever seen, dark, deep… and filled with tears.
“You’re crying…” – Theseus murmured, surprised, and Minotaur smiled shyly and wiped his tears with his hand: “Shame on me, weeping like a maiden…”
“Why do you say so…” – the warrior replied, standing up and looking at his lover with a loving smile – “It’s marvelous. Animals can’t cry, as that’s a gift the Gods gave only to men… which you are.”
“What about the… gift awaiting you outside?” – Minotaur asked, with a sad glance, pointing his chin to the golden thread still tied to Theseus’s waist – “You have a life to live, out of here…”
Looking straight into Minotaur’s eyes, and without ever averting his gaze, Theseus reached to his waist and, with a sharp tug, broke the golden thread, which fell to the floor and dissolved in the thin air. “I have a life to live here, with you, Minotaur.”
“Asterion” – the man revealed, with a shy smile – “That’s the name my mother gave me. She was the only one who ever loved me…”
“Until now…” – Theseus replied, softly, pressing his body against his – “She loved you as a mother loves her baby, I love you as a man loves another man. I dug deep into your Labyrinth, and into my own, and I’m not scared of my feelings and my hidden desires anymore. You are a man, the manliest creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I love you. My heart finally found its peace, in your arms.”
Asterion smiled with such great tenderness that Theseus felt his heart burst with love. Drawn by an irrepressible impulse, he cupped Asterion’s face in his hands and pulled him down for a kiss. Right before their lips touched, Theseus murmured with an impish tone: “Too bad you don’t have anymore that wondrous tongue that sent me straight to Olympus…”
Their lips locked in a fiery, passionate kiss, and Theseus felt in amazement Asterion’s tongue effortlessly reach the back of his throat… and beyond.
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Author’s Note
As you may have guessed, this story is a bit different from the ‘official’ myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. Just a bit 😂. But the original story, as told by Apollodorus, Ovid, Plutarch, and others, is already juicy enough.
The slutty Queen of Crete, Pasiphaë, was so attracted to a bull that she disguised herself inside a wooden heifer crafted by Daedalus (yes, the same genius of the Labyrinth!), tricking the beast into mounting her. She gracefully welcomed 30+ inches of bull meat inside her, and after nine months gave birth to the Minotaur (whose real name was Asterion, “the Starry One”) a massive half-bull baby, complete with bovine muzzle and horns… which probably left her pussy gaping as wide as the Labyrinth’s entrance 😅.
The cuck husband King Minos, instead of killing his whorish wife and her horrid child, and keeping the abominable adultery secret, hired the famous architect Daedalus to build the legendary Labyrinth to lock the Minotaur away forever. He also shared the juicy news with Athens, forcing them to send, every nine years, seven lads and seven girls to feed the beast.
Unfortunately for the creature, one of those lads was Theseus, who traveled to Crete, cruelly slew the innocent (but studly) monster, and wedded Ariadne — to live with her happily ever after.
How boringly heterosexual… 😏
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