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*--The Minotaur's Lair--*

A bulging pouch of coins is dropped to the table before you.

Smirking, you reach out for the pouch, only to be stopped by the innkeeper's hairy arm.

“I'm warning 'ya lad," his deep voice gruffed out,

“Know what you're getting 'yersen into."

He crossed his arms over his food-splattered white shirt and looked you up and down with a mirthless smile.

“'Yer young. Inexperienced. A Minotaur ain't no job for you."

Scowling and with a heavy sigh, you snatched the pouch away from him and stood up.

“I'm quite alright, thank you very much. No wonder the thing hasn't been slain in years. You don't exactly do much for morale." You butted back, making a wistful sigh escape his lips.

“So those are your final words, then…"

You're not sure why so many people have advised against it. Yeah, sure, knights in the past may have been slain because of their carelessness, but you have a different thing in mind.

Looking at the ominous cave which loomed before you, you scratched your smooth chin and mused.

“Perhaps negotiations with a 'monster' may work after all…" you say while heading into the cave.

The cave was nothing of note. Complete with a drowsy atmosphere and no short amount of stalagmites to maneuver your head around, you finally came to a set of ornate looking doors… at complete odds with the surroundings. You checked your hunting notes and surmised that this door must lead to no place other than the Minotaur's residence. Whatever background the Minotaur may have, it certainly was a past in which he was lavished in riches.

Once you entered the Minotaur's chamber, you didn't find any trace of the beast in question, so you took this opportunity to investigate the room further and hopefully find some of the precious loot that he would surely be guarding...

You found piles of gold, necklaces and other magical artefacts that the big beast has been collecting from his defeats of other adventurers that dare to set foot into the maze, but there is also something else that you pick up...

Or rather, you pick up a scent; manly, earthly, no doubt accumulated from the big Minotaur who would lie here and... blow his day away.

You suddenly lost all train of thought - replaced by a tightness and surge in your groin. You couldn't stop smelling in that bitter earthly scent.

In the heat of the moment, you throw off your belt and lie back to unleash your horny thoughts in the form of tightly gripping your demanding throbbing dick and stroking determinedly, only to be interrupted by a deep huff of air coming from behind you and the particular musk growing stronger.

Turning your head, you are welcomed by the sight of none other than the gargantuan beast you were fantasising about and stroking your dick to, looking down on you with a bemused frown, his 11-inch flaccid dick flopping about between his strong furred thighs half-hard and throbbing to life.

You swallow in nervousness and common sense dictates that you should turn-tail and run for your life, but you cannot tear your hand away from your dick that still throbs hard in your grip, even more angrier than before now that you have found the source of the scent. He is double your size - the Minotaur dwarves humans, whether that be in height, muscularity, musk, or even... dick size.

You cannot run. He is barring the exit with a slight smirk creeping on his thick drooling lips, eyes crazy with lust, dick now fully hard and jutting up between his strong legs.

You are lucky enough to catch him in a 'good moment'.

"Perhaps you can live to tell the tale of how you encountered the famous 'Minotaur' if you drain my balls of spunk, puny human."

As he barked the word 'human', he spat down on the ground next to you and lumbered up to your frozen form with an acute intensity.

You'll live for certain, but you won't be walking out of the cave with a straightforward stride - you may find your legs wobbling and ass leaking cum as you tell your retinue that the Minotaur has been 'defeated'.

Now that the distance between you and the Minotaur was all but a hair's breadth away, you stammered up to full height, only to realise that your head reaches up his sweaty crotch.

He pointed down to his throbbing dick and uttered a single word:

“Suck."

With your hands pressed against his hairy strong thighs, you took what little you could of his mighty thick cock into your hands. You couldn't even wrap your hands around the full extent of his girth, instead having to be content with his fat dick throbbing and bouncing in your face, his bulging cockhead under the thick foreskin spraying precum in your face as it bounced happily from your delicate touch.

Only when the beast reached a hand down to scratch at his pubes did you realise just how truly hairy this man was - his foot long erect penis was accompanied by a clearly unshaven and unkempt pube bush, his massive furry bull balls hung low and swayed back and forth like pendulums in time with your hand thrusts on his cock that you were sure they could easily knock the life out of you - and the beast groaned out with a deep satisfaction ill-befitting all previous descriptions of the Minotaur that were thrown at you by nay-sayers before you dared to set foot into his domain.

The Minotaur is tamed, but only when someone is tugging at his fat foreskinned cock it would seem. He looked down at you with a strange look, a slight smile creeping up on his lips.

“You know… most humans would run away or get killed by now. But you…"

He dragged his cock out from your grip and smeared his fat pulsing cockhead all over your face, leaving your flustered face covered with a slimy trail of precum, thick and concentrated, straight from the Minotaur's loins.

“You're what your kind call a cocksucker, aren't you, boy?" He said in a low whisper, wagging his cock at you like you were his pet and this big beast was your master.

You blushed and looked up at him nervously, licking your lips of precum and swallowing.

“Y-Yes, master."

He was shocked by the sudden utterance of 'master' and his cock throbbed with renewed life.

“You know what kid… just for that, I'm going to give you a special treat."

He grabbed you with one arm and pointed your throbbing cock into his large maw. In an instant, your dick was enveloped in an overwhelming warmth, with the bull's thick leathery lips pulling on your hard shaft, making you groan and bundle your fists in his head fur.

It surprised you greatly when the minotaur's tongue lashed out to also take your balls into his warm big mouth, instantly being treated to a large helping of bovine spit.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he sucked you dry, demanding that you release your 'precious human semen at once'.

An easy order to fulfill - especially when it feels like your dick is being sucked into the vacuum that is this big beast's warm mouth and his huge sloppy tongue lancing about your cock with a surprising about a dexterity for someone so fierce-looking.

Your balls surged, and you unloaded yourself into his begging maw, cumming straight down a big beast's throat. As far as your human society is concerned, this is forbidden to have sex with another animal, yet it feels like someone human entirely, if a bit more… manly and rugged.

He popped off your cock with a satisfied smirk and licked his lips. You couldn't help but shoot a few more stray spurts of white jizz on his grey snout, that were also promptly caught by his thick tongue, slurping up the substance in seconds.

"Now it's your turn," he grumbled out, lumbering over to his throne.

He jammed a finger up your ass, making you whine out in part pain and pleasure.

"That's for trespassing, runt."

It seems that you still need to earn this beast's trust, even if that means taking his huge load to your face.

He sat down on his throne, spreading his legs wide apart so that his big nuts sagged against the chair, while you moved to knelt before him in his throne, at the perfect height to stroke his massive hard cock between his legs, hearing him sigh out in pleasure from your tender touch.

"Oh yeah human, that feels good. Mhm…"

His cock throbbed with vigour between your fingers, and you decided to take it a step further by placing your mouth around his rigid tip. From the feeling of your soft mouth wrapping around his spongy head, the minotaur let out a deep moan and shoved you further down his thick uncut shaft, clearly not understanding that your throat was very small in comparison to his thick jaw-breaker of a cock, causing you to choke the moment you slid your throat down at least three inches of his fat shaft.

Though, for as uncomfortable for your jaw as it was, you grew accustomed to the feeling of his thick cock throbbing in your wet maw, and soon your desperate chokes became satisfied groans, only accompanied by the heavy breathing of a minotaur getting his cock pleasured by a tiny mouth.

You decided to coax the beast even further, reaching your arm down to his big fuzzy nuts that hung low like pendulums from the edge of his seat, making him groan out again and scooch his back up against his throne.

“Hey slave… Let me try something."

The minotaur crossed his legs, pushing your body between his legs while you were forced to suck on his cock balls-deep, nose shoved up against the ridge of his fluffy pubes, taking in his musky earth-like scent straight from the source.

You choked and gurgled around the cock fearing for your life, as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“That's what I like to hear! Human slaves doing what they do best!" He shoved your throat and puffy lips three-quarters of the way up his shaft so that he could scrutinise you, seeing your exasperated, flushed face and smirking.

“You want some milk, don't you, boy? Grope daddy's nuts if you want some of this beastman milk."

You groped his big fat nuts and immediately he roared out, shaking the wall the ferocity of the shout, and his fat cockhead exploded in your throat, filling and bulging your stomach with thick rope after rope of minotaur cum in seconds. Not just rope - litres of it.

As you pull your head back up all 11 inches of his shaft, his god-like orgasming penis slides from your bruised lips and hits his defined stomach and chest with a loud thud, ropes of cum flying on his chest from his flicking cock, hell, even hitting his eye, making his close his eyes shut and groan out as the force of the orgasm takes him.

You wrap both hands around his cock, slimed with your spit, and begin milking the big beast for all he's worth, not stopping from stroking and groping him until every last drop of spunk is drained from his fuzzy nuts.

“That's it, stroke me off lad! Make me nut from your little human hands! Make me jizz everywhere, little slut!"

A devilish grin crossed his face as he opened his lust-filled eyes and looked down upon you.

“Fuck… I think-I think I'm going to keep you, boy!"

A wide smile crossed over your face. It looks like the negotiations worked.

*--Bonus stories*--

(Text ripped from MFS channel), Bonus story 1:

Nobody said that demons will be this hot. Fortunately for you, as a fresh recruit into the depths of Hell, the demons have taken quite a liking to your figure. Muscular minotaurs with overgrown hairy chests and studly demons with bright red skin and rippling muscles circle around you, lightly groping your lean body (including firm ass) and smelling your scent. It looks like its been a while since they've had fresh meat. Their cocks rise to attention of the sight of your small stature in comparison to their big bulky forms fill their minds with the image of you being their cocksleeve.

One particular demon drew out his tongue and gazed at you with lust blazing in his eyes. While your back was gritting against a hairy minotaur's chest, he flipped you around writhed his tongue up your virgin ass, making you moan and squeal like a whore, your body shivering with pleasure as this man's tongue squirmed it's way inside you.

Before you could even groan out words in satisfaction, your gaping mouth was overlapped with the minotaur's suckling soft lips and his thick tongue that shoved it's way inside you with it. You felt your cock bouncing with renewed energy as your smooth front was rubbing and frotting against the minotaur's thick coarse chest hairs, along with the feel of his unclipped beard grinding against your face as he passionately made out with you, his strong hairy hands firmly placed on either side of your head.

On the outside, several more demons and hunky monster men were busy jerking their fat cocks, or jerking each other off, while grunting out words in their language that was surely obscenities being hurled at you.

You're going to have fun in Hell for sure.

Bonus story 2:

"Welcome to the men's club," the gruff wolf in front of you said as you stumbled your way into the bar, wide-eyed, obviously taking a wrong turn in a back alley at the beastmen capital. All around you, men of age 40 and over walked around with their fat dicks slapping their strong thighs nonchalantly, either some cocks were unzipped to be plugged in one of the younger-looking men, or they were wearing jockstraps. The smell of the place made your throat dry: pure, manly musk from the men that were starting to surround you from all cardinal directions.

"I think we've got some fresh meat, boys," you could overhear one of them say. No man looked smooth; to be submitted into the men's club you had to have a copious amount of hair on either your chest, face, pits or pubes and a cock above average size. You could see a poster held up on a wall with a surprisingly well-drawn cock and a mean bush surrounding it. It read: "NO MANSCAPING! Bush shavers pay a fine."

You knew that you had nothing on these men, but as soon as you turned around to exit, your head hit the hairy sculpted stomach of an overly-tall minotaur.

"Where do you think you're going, runt?" his deep voice grumbled out in his chest.

"O-Outside..." you meekly replied.

He scoffed, his cock fattening up before you.

"What, you think we're going to let a cute-looking human twink leave this place without his hole stretched and leaking man cum?!" he shouted. The beastmen around started murmering in agreement, tweezing their nipples and grabbing their buddy's cocks in anticipation of what would come next.

The minotaur put his meaty paw on your shoulder and simply asked:

"You a fag?" while chewing on a piece of hay.

When you replied 'yes', his cock bounced with joy and all of the beastmen roared with triumph.

"Finally! Some tight human pussy!"

"We'll make him come back for more, boss!"

"He'll never lust over his own kind again! We'll make him into a slave for beast cock!"

The minotaur simply chuckled and looked down on you with that same stern but lustful expression.

"You're gonna be rolling in cash, lad. You came to the right place at the right time." He quickly locked the entrance and led you to a room. Something tells you that you will never walk the same again.

Bonus story 3 (about minotaur depicted in story):

Most men don't get enough time to themselves - and that includes the odd minotaur or beast you may face on your travails. These beasts are big and brawny for sure, but they're hung as fuck to boot, and constantly lugging around fat churning nuts, eager to explode spunk at any moment.

If it wasn't for the puny humans wandering into his domain every few hours, he'd spend all day stroking his cock and hunting for food, fur constantly reeking of his jizz and unwashed stink.

What if a human was to enter his lair with weapons sheathed, and put his hands to good use, stroking the minotaur's fat throbbing cock, making him nut all over himself from his tender touch? Now that's what he truly wants instead of fighting the handsome men.

Bonus story 4 (about minotaur depicted in story):

The Labyrinth is a dangerous place. But, behind it's many walls, the Minotaur is probably busy jerking out a fat load out of sheer frustration, seething and drooling, shooting on some ancient relic. No matter how tight he grips his own cock, he needs a hole. Needs something to fuck - to breed. How fortunate it is, then, that a band of young knights foray into the Labyrinth. Which one of them will he choose to spare in the end to take in as his eternal sex slave? Perhaps all of them. Muscular hairy city guards turned into worshippers for the Minotaur of legend, jerking their small hands over his huge cock, sucking the beast's nipples and playing with his fuzzy musky body - none would suspect such a change, but once captured, they have little reason to leave... even if it would mean in death, having a big beast shoot cum in your face isn't all that bad as long as you can get off yourself.

Bonus story 5:

Minotaurs are built to breed - that much is true. Whether it be a centaur's ass or unlucky human knight's, all of them are getting stretched out.

Slobber falling from his mouth into his overgrown hairy chest as he rams into the centaur's tight ass, his own hairy ass clapping from the force of his thrusts, deep beastly groans vibrating out from his throat.

"Fucking.... Tight... Cunt!" the Minotaur can barely speaks from the amount of slobber in from his mouth. It's been two days since this beast fucked. Two. Days.

As the knight looks upon carnivorous sight, he soon thinks about dragging his tongue through the Minotaur's hairy chest and cleaning his fat cock of cum instead of plunging his sword into him. He isn't a match for a beast like that anyway. Not in battle or manliness.

Yeah, many a man in the city have spurted loads to the thought of worshipping this hairy beast, and this knight was one of them.

As he watched the minotaur demolish that feral ass by all accounts, seeing his fat hairy ass tense up as his big fuzzy legs hilted against the centaur's flanks, only for his fat bull cock to unleash a HUGE amount of beast jizz into the now deflowered hole, the watching knight blew his load on the wall then and there, cock throbbing as he watched the minotaur pull out his huge cock from his rape-meat, hole stretching around his dick all the while until a sickly POP - and off the centaur scurried with cum pouring between his wobbling legs, leaving the minotaur to lean against the wall and scratch his pubes, drooling dumbly about the next fuckmeat to breed.

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These bonus stories were unrelated to the story proper and were posted in my short story channel, but I thought to include them since they have a minotaur theme.