{"sf1_id":1431462,"sf2_id":"yndGMdlm","title":"Minotaur","author":"ophiuchan88","words":1427,"posted_at":"2019-03-15T15:00:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Domination/Submission","Male","Minotaur","Seduction"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1431462-minotaur","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndGMdlm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fd/c4/fdc48fef-61ff-4f72-9b5a-63e40c6dabc7","description":"You have wandered into the lair of a Minotaur.","content":"You are lost in a maze.\n\n  \n\nThere are big black walls and a wide grey floor.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe walls curve.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nExcept where you see branches, you feel as though you're in one big circular corridor.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou know you're not. Once or twice, you've followed the thin rope you've left behind yourself back to the entrance, and started again.\n\n  \n\nIt takes a long time.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou're tired.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou know that somewhere, in this maze, there is a monster. It's so silent that you wonder, sometimes, if you heard him and didn't notice.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou walk through the maze.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou're lost once again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou still don't feel scared. You have your rope.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nNo, you don't feel scared.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou feel excited.\n\n  \n\nWhat if you meet him?\n\n  \n\nThey say he's taller than a man can be. That he's strong.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThey say almost no one leaves.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThey say that those who do leave didn't want to, but they don't remember why.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIt's all a big mystery.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThat's why you got your big stretch of rope. That's why you got lost.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou shouldn't have tried to find out, but you needed to find out.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd that's okay.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe maze is lit well enough, with pockets of light and pockets of shadow, and the air is clear. There are windows to the overground dotted here and there, and it's daylight out.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou're wondering why those people wanted to stay.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou realise you're breathing more heavily.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou're breathing more heavily because you smell something.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIt's a strong smell, almost overpowering, but you were just going to keep breathing it and get used to it. It's a little bit like loam, a little bit like an animal, a little bit like a man.\n\n  \n\nAnd you wonder what it is.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nSo you go deeper in.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAs you walk, you leave the rope behind in drips and drabs. You have a lot of it. Your route back is clear.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe smell gets stronger, and you try to speak, but you find you intensely don't want to. The silence is somehow important.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nBecause you hear something.\n\n  \n\nYou hear breathing.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAt first, you think it's the breath of someone you know, but you realise it's too slow, too deep, too loud.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou keep walking. Sometimes you take the wrong branch of the curling hallways, so you backtrack. You're excited. What's actually happening, here?\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe smell is stronger.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe breathing is louder.\n\n  \n\nThen you hear it stop. It stops just before your next footstep.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou hear someone else step further in the maze. And another. Heavy, bare footsteps approach you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou turn around.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou want to know, but you should go.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIf you stay, you might not want to come out.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nSo you don't know what to do.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd you're still lost.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nWhile you're overthinking, you feel a heat in the cool underground air...\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe's near you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou hear something other than steps, or breath.\n\n  \n\nYou decide... To stand still.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd the monster approaches you from behind, radiating heat onto you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou can see a shadow in front of you. He's gargantuan, and thick, and his head is not the right shape for a man, but the rest of him is.\n\n  \n\nYou hear his voice. You reply. You don't know what you just said.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou feel his heat behind you, and you sweat from that heat, and you feel his hands close over your shoulders, his skin unbelievably hot, the smell almost all you can think about.\n\n  \n\n\"You came on your own,\" the monster says.\n\n  \n\nYou undo your shirt. He kindly takes it off of you, and his hands, his hot skin, lay on your shoulders.\n\n  \n\n\"You brought something to lead you out,\" the monster says. His voice is deep enough that you feel it shake your jaw.\n\n  \n\nYou say, \"sorry.\"\n\n  \n\nThe monster tells you that he forgives you, and you feel relief.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHis hands creep slowly forward, over your collarbone. If he spread them out, his fingers could span your chest.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"You smell like sweat,\" you find yourself saying.\n\n  \n\n\"So will you,\" the monster says, \"soon.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou don't realise it, but your body knows you need to smell like him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe's getting closer. Did you step back?\n\n  \n\nYou've been unspooling your rope from its coil onto the floor. You hold it in both hands, fidgeting.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe wraps his hands around your chest, and - softly at first - he squeezes you. The pressure builds into pain. Your breath hitches.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd you step back.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou can feel his muscle and his soft skin brush your back, now and then.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou can feel his heat. His sweat is mixing with your sweat.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou can't quite feel fear.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"You're enjoying this,\" you say.\n\n  \n\n\"So will you,\" the monster says, \"soon.\"\n\n  \n\nYou don't know it, but you belong to him.\n\n  \n\n\"When you step back,\" the monster says, \"I will hold you.\"\n\n  \n\nYou close your eyes and try to stay still, but of course, he's warm. You feel his back press along yours. You feel his arms encircle you, and pull you into a hug.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nWell, no.\n\n  \n\nHe doesn't pull.\n\n  \n\nYou stepped back.\n\n  \n\n\"You can't leave me by yourself,\" the monster says. \"You're not strong enough.\"\n\n  \n\nAbsently, you nod.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHis arms are the softest bed. His palms slide over your front, mixing your sweat even more.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHis breath now comes directly above your ear. More air and moisture comes out each with each breath than a man's lungs can carry.\n\n  \n\nHis hands and arms move along you. His palm and fingers run along your chin, and his arm follows, wrapping around your neck. Your mouth is almost forced closed by its size.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou yawn.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou are aroused, now. You realise this as if realising it's past time to eat. It's an aside. It's a need, but it's not as important as anything else.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIs he going to eat you? Does he even want sex? You can't really tell.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nBut you can, can't you? Why does someone curl their body into another's, and whisper?\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"You want me,\" you say.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe monster says, \"And you want me.\"\n\n  \n\nYou have stepped back again, and he is hunching over you. You feel his thighs over your hips.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou can feel his penis, now, and you can smell it.\n\n  \n\nYou say, \"I can't take you.\"\n\n  \n\n\"You will,\" the monster says, \"soon.\"\n\n  \n\nYou don't know it, but you only feel comfort, right now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou're still thinking you should escape, you should say no, you should, you should, you should.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nBut your heart doesn't feel that way at all.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd his languid voice wraps around and chokes your mind.\n\n  \n\n\"Open your thighs,\" the monster says. You shuffle your feet apart, and you can feel his penis thickening, hot and slimy, against your leg.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIt slides up, and you find your legs naturally close around it...\n\n  \n\n\"Good,\" he says, and his finger brushes your mouth. \"You're smiling.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Sorry,\" you say, and he laughs, breaking the spell for just a moment.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou realise that his arousal is a different smell, added to his pungency. Your scent, too, now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou close your thighs around his cock, and feel its shape, slime, and heat. It's a good, vulnerable feeling.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"Oh,\" the monster says, and he looks down over you. \"You're almost out of rope.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou'd forgotten.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou were fidgeting. It's almost all unspooled now, just a couple of feet in your hands.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIt's your only way out. You know that.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThere's no real escape from him. You don't want one.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe takes the rope. The arm around your neck pulls tight enough to strangle you, amiably, and releases.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe monster's arms and hands run along your own. You become aware of them, of your shaking, as those tremors are soothed away.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"Hold your wrists up,\" the monster says. You do, before you realise what he's said. It's instinct.\n\n  \n\nHe runs your rope along your arms, and you watch - with him pulsing between your legs - as he wraps your wrists and arms together with your rope.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd he wraps the rope around your chest, your forearms.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"You want me to stay with you,\" you say.\n\n  \n\nAs he binds you, you see the rope get pulled along from the earlier passages in the labyrinth.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"You'll need to stay with me,\" the monster says, \"soon.\"\n\n  \n\nHe doesn't know it, yet, but you already do.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nEach foot of rope tied around you is a passage you'll never recognise again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHis penis is like a lit torch between your legs.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nEach knot is a corner you'll never turn.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nYou ask him one last question.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n\"What are you going to do to me?\"\n  \n  \n\n"}