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The Minotaur, by AnotherAperson

The Minotaur noticed a line of string trailing down the corridor. He sighed and lifted his ears, and heard the string-holder to his right, trekking deeper into his maze.

Looking for me, he thought. He snapped the string and followed the end that dragged along the floor. On his short walk, he prepared for the worst and began stretching one part at a time, tensing his muscles and loving the way they felt across his body. He admired himself a little, loving the tight contours of his body in the light moonlight.

His body was completely exposed to anyone that came across him. He only wore the same ragged jockstrap he'd worn for years since being dumped into the labyrinth. On the bright side it meant he could see how he grew over time: his body becoming ripped and firm from his days of hunting through the maze and feasting on the raw flesh of other humans. He could see the dark fur of his chest, travelling upwards until it blended seamlessly with the fur of his bull head. He couldn't see his horns though. They were grand things at the top of his head that added to his towering height and form.

The men of Crete used to love holding them as we fucked. They loved this body. Despite my half-animal appearance, they loved my size, my raw, unstoppable strength, and when they peeled my single jockstrap away, my massive, bull-cock!

_… I miss that most of all… No one here can appreciate my body except by how easy it is to kill them… I miss the horny men with nice asses that used to visit me; all I get sent now are beautiful women… They're not even proper food. _

He sighed again and kept walking down the maze. Through many years of repetitious walking the whole thing had become burned dep into his memory. He knew exactly where his meal was, despite them being two walls away. Two lefts between the hollowed stone and a right, and he would basically be upon them. And sure enough, he saw the string whip around another corner, as he entered a curved room.

He remembered when he used to run after his victims. But over the years it became pointless. They would have become his food whether he ran after them or not, even if it was a week later after they collapsed from exhaustion. It's not like he had anything better to do than wander the great halls of his labyrinth alone, sometimes surprising himself when he found someone. It meant he wouldn't be hungry when he got home that night.

He turned the corner to face the invaders and stopped in his tracks. Instead of facing some rich, beautiful daughter from a nobleman of Crete, the Minotaur faced a man. From experience, he would've expected someone terrified, dressed in good-luck charms and given big pouches of food and water to someday eventually escape the maze.

But what the Minotaur faced was a man. A fearless, armoured man wielding a short-sword. A five-foot tall man with light blonde hair and dark brown eyes, who crouched low to the ground, and held his weapon pointed steady towards the Minotaur. Stranger still, he looked both relieved and eager to have finally found him. And it took a second before something clicked in the Minotaur's head.

I'm facing a hero— a fighter and saviour, ready for battle against me. But more importantly, a man!

He did his best to not break into giggles and jump around, but was unable to stop the light smirk that broke across his face. On his bull head, it came across as a violent snarl, and paired with the sudden freezing of his body, he looked ready to pounce upon the man. The hero raised his weapon. In his greatest heroic voice, he shouted at the Minotaur.

“Asterius, son of Pasiphaë— and a bull! I have come to slay you. I have come to—"

Blah, blah, blah, thought the Minotaur. He was focusing on the hero's chest: his light muscles and the light gleam of sweat reflected by the moonlight above; the size of his legs and thighs, and the sweet bellowing of his voice, which continued on as Asterius approached.

“—prepare to die, foul creature."

The Minotaur stopped a pace away and readjusted his jockstrap. It was only now he noticed the man's growing erection, pressed within his robes. He blinked, and it was gone. A flash of silver arced straight towards him.

At the last moment, he slid to the side, and the blade flitted past and clanged against the stone wall behind him. Red-faced, the man twisted to face the Minotaur, who stood watching by his side. The hero looked surprised to not already be dead. The Minotaur himself felt surprised, too. And he wondered why he hadn't devoured him already.

The blade wrenched out of the wall and again swung towards him. The bull jumped out of the way and moved beside the man. He was wide open for attack: his whole chest open for the monster, and this time the Minotaur took the opportunity. He kicked the man with a hooved leg and sent him flying. The hero didn't get up, which wasn't a surprise. In each leg the Minotaur had the strength of a horse. He had the ability to kill him instantly with one hard blow, but the hero remained on the ground, alive and gasping, even after he struck him once.

The fact stirred something in the creature. The way the man lay sprawled, with his mouth yawning open for panting breaths while his body lay open and draped across the ground, chest tensing with nervousness. It was having an effect both on him and on the man. He was even redder-faced than before, and the fabric around his crotch was gently twitching.

They stood watching each other for a while before Asterius put his hand out towards him. That's just how he kills people: blunt force to their head, then holding them by the neck to reach forward and take his first blood-filled bite. Once satiated with that, he would move down onto their bellies and legs for the rest of their soft organs and fat. Later in the week, he would return for the rest of their flesh. He had no food between the years of sacrifice, so nothing could go to waste; especially when the women they sent could be so petite.

The man in front of him was not small. He would make him the perfect meal, as what he lacked in height— especially compared to the eight-foot Minotaur— he made up in girth. But Asterius didn't crush him. He realised he was staring and raising his fist without saying anything or moving anything else at all, just staring down at the hero below him. Slowly, he opened his hand and presented his open palm. He smiled again, and the man's penis jerked through the fabric.

“Pass—"

He tried speaking the first word, but had to cough and hack his lungs before his throat felt clear enough to speak. Words felt funny for him after all this time.

“Pass me your sword, Mr…"

The man looked surprised that he could talk at all, and began to stutter before giving his answer.

“… Theseus; just Theseus."

Asterius nodded and smiled even wider. He continued to stand there with his hand open, until after some hesitation, Theseus offered the hilt of his weapon. The Minotaur took it and switched it to his other hand, having nowhere else to really put it but on his person, and again offered Theseus his hand.

“I know you said you were here to slay me, but I think you'll be much happier to lay with me, if you know what I mean."

Theseus frowned at him, then, once realising the monster was being serious, shook his head in disappointment. Slowly, he did take his hand though, and Asterius whipped him up, sending him sprawling against his fluffy chest. The man pushed himself away, but not quickly; he didn't look unhappy about it. He placed his hands firmly against the monster's body, steadying himself, or so the Asterius thought, until those hands squeezed at his chest, feeling his body. He seemed to admire the fur as he ran his hands through it over and over, seeming to like its feeling grasped in his hands.

Asterius chuckled, then swooped him into his arm and threw him over his shoulder. Theseus writhed around until he was sure he wasn't being eaten, then tried to relax in his awkward position, with his head dangling upside down, facing the ground. Asterius knew Theseus would have a perfect view of his ass while he walked, while Asterius got to feel the man's backside himself, one hand going cupping it to stop him falling off his shoulder. And he liked what he found, gently kneading the flesh with his large fingers, and liking how soft and plump it felt.

Delicious? Probably; but more importantly, he's hot… I bet he'll feel great squirming on my dick…

As he began to walk, though, he realised he had to be cautious. He could still feel the line of string brushing over his large legs behind him. The man was still holding the ball, and still planned on escaping out of his labyrinth…

…

The Minotaur took the man from the open air of the labyrinth, to his sanctum in the centre. He grunted as he pushed open the heavy-set door, revealing the small space within. Pressed in one corner was his straw bed, lit gently by candle-flame and the cool moonlight through the one window at its side. Surrounding it lay all the valuables from his victims, and a few of their bloodied, ratty rags of clothes that he thought were interesting. He hoped Theseus wouldn't see it before they were done fucking.

“Drop the string."

Theseus did so, and Asterius patted him hard on the rump, causing the hero to laugh breathlessly, the sound coming out almost as a whimper. Asterius chuckled, then eased him onto the bed. He was happy to find the man still pressed hard within his loincloth, the material begging Asterius to pull them off.

He considered licking his lips for effect, but thought that might send the wrong message, so instead just grabbed what he wanted. Covering the dick with one large hand and gently squeezing, feeling the warmth beneath. Theseus whimpered and writhed against the touch, but Asterius kept on applying the pressure; a bit more than he would if he was alone— enough to show who was in charge, and who was more powerful of the two. Theseus moaned and grabbed his hand, easing him away.

Asterius huffed again, but obliged. He got onto the bed and slowly crawled his way upwards, making sure Theseus got an eye full of his twisting form as he moved. He made it to eye level but kept going, bringing himself forwards until he could sit on the man's chest, pinning him underneath. His large thighs rested on either side of his body, keeping him still and in place.

Theseus had nowhere to turn, had nowhere else to look but towards Asterius's dick— the thick bull-cock pressed and throbbing in his musky jockstrap. He eased them down his legs, revealing the full foot-long length of the thing. Black and enlarged at the head, the hole of his urethra gently leaking a drop of pre-cum that drooled down and dripped onto Theseus's muscled chest.

Theseus gasped as it bobbed up and down in front of him. Asterius wasn't surprised, as it was the usual reaction he usually got. And from the way Theseus wrinkled his nose, he too could probably smell its salty, unwashed scent. It didn't stop the bull from pushing it closer until the wet, drooling tip was pressed against the man's lips and smearing across him. He shook his head as he tasted it, recoiling in disgust, but Asterius felt his hips gyrating against the bed. They both knew he liked it; it was just a question of how long he was willing to pretend.

Sure enough, a second later, he turned back to give it another kiss. His tongue stretched out and gathered his pre-cum, taking a heady mouthful before struggling to swallow it down from his position on his back. The effort only left Asterius more aroused. He smiled and pressed closer against him, and Theseus accepted the tip of the head onto his tongue and into his mouth. His smile became his first drawn-out moan when two hands took his length and began to stroke.

I haven't felt another's touch like this in years. And Gods have I forgotten how good it feels. His hands…

The pleasure was immediate and immense. Theseus's hands caressed him up and down, causing his length to grow a further few inches filling the hero's mouth further, until with a rocking of Asterius's hips, the head popped in with a dense squelch of fluid. Theseus swallowed around it. His face was beginning to look worried at the sheer size that was entering him. Asterius kept moaning as those hands slickened and began working him to orgasm. One hand pulled away to play with his balls. Feeling their heft as if assessing how much warm cum was in there, as if assessing how much he would have to soon swallow; while the other hand began to twist and tug hard on the flesh, bringing on another level of pleasure to Asterius's senses. He mooed and slammed forward into the feeling of pleasure, and Theseus gagged. He choked as the warm rod of flesh prodded at his throat and lathered his throat in urgent pre-cum. Seeming to realise the monster was getting closer, he tugged his hands faster and faster, keeping a tight, rhythmic grip at all times, trying to cover as much as possible at once, trying to stimulate every nerve.

Asterius put his hands on the wall above Theseus's head and lifted himself up to hump forwards and backwards. He quickly began to fuck his warm mouth with each pulse of pleasure running through him. The feeling was too much; he wasn't letting it get away from him now, not after all these years. So, he drove his dick back and forth, letting out half-human moans and the occasional moo.

And beneath him, Theseus gargled. The fluid drooled everywhere, and covered everything, building up and pumping into him with every wet slap. He only pressed his hands harder. The tip pushed into his throat and he slurped around it— once, twice, three, leaving Asterius twitching and bucking.

He picked up the pace. Not caring how the man was doing beneath him, he fucked him hard. Loving how the pressure of cum and tongue only drove him faster towards orgasm. Then finally he stopped humping. He bucked twice with a breathless moan, before it was followed by a larger cry as he came, freshly flooding Theseus's mouth all over again. Asterius shuddered with each irresistible pump of his load, each twang of pleasure that shook his mountainous body and left him howling. The hands went back to squeezing his balls, just coaxing out the rest of his load.

The monster's moans became light whimpers as the pleasure ebbed away. He looked down to see the hero desperately choking around his length, now half-a-foot's worth buried inside his neck. Asterius pulled out, loving how the bulge retreated with the movement. It released a dense, musky flood of cum onto the bed. The flood instantly ruined his pillow. The man did a mixture of spitting, coughing and swallowing through the remaining hot load. Once cleared, he offered Asterius a warm, pleased smile as if to say, I did it! And despite his recent orgasm, Asterius felt his dick instinctively throb.

He carefully rolled off of the man's front, and turned to look between Theseus's legs. To his surprise, his dick pressed hard too. He immediately moved back to grope it, and the hero groaned and coughed out another wad of cum. Asterius pulled down the light robes surrounding it, revealing his dick. It was less than a quarter of Asterius's own and was slightly bent inwards on itself, pointing the skinned, glistening head back towards Theseus.

Cute, thought the Minotaur, chuckling to himself. He enveloped it in his hand, and gave it another teasing strokes. He shook his head at the quick spurt of pre-cum it desperately pushed out, and at the same, desperate and needy faces Theseus was making. Satisfied, he pulled away and began lifting the hero's hips, his own refractory period already over.

Theseus looked thoroughly annoyed at being played with— it was probably his first time anyone had ever dared treat him that way. But he still lifted his legs up to his chest, revealing the curves of his ass and his tight, winking hole. And this time Asterius couldn't stop himself from licking his lips. Luckily, it only caused the man to become more erect rather than terrified.

Placing his hand on both of his legs, Asterius used his thumbs to spread Theseus's ass further open. The man tried stretching his legs out more, and pulled his legs closer to his chest, showing off how his legs flexed and tensed from the motion. The bull moved his hands to toy with his balls, liking how both easily got swallowed into his palm at once. He gave a small amount of pressure to them, as he lined his throbbing cock against the man's hole. His face twisted into a snarling grin back at Theseus as he pressed against him. He felt tight, and the man looked terrified. He knew how big the Minotaur's length was; he'd had it pulsing through his airway just a minute ago, and now it was pressed back at his other side, easing him open.

Asterius almost laughed. He only gave him a second, then slammed his hips forward, forcing himself into him. Theseus cried out, but Asterius didn't stop. His dick jabbed in a few inches and kept pushing inwards, the head pressing open his insides for the rest of his length. Asterius loved it. Loved feeling the tight warmth caressing half of his dick and the way his body squirmed. Even as the man cried out and tried pushing away, he didn't stop; it had been too many years. And he adored the almost-constant clenching around him, the way it gently pleasured him as Theseus shuddered.

With another hump forward, he got it all in, leaving a long bump along Theseus's stomach that the hero nervously felt. Both shuddered at it, and the man kept touching it. Asterius kept huffing, just enjoying the intense closeness around him, no longer listening to the other's moans of pleasure and pain. Without even realising it, he was rocking his hips backwards and forwards, each swing wetly slapping their balls together beneath them. The bulge appeared and disappeared with each clench onto him, only milking the bull and bringing him closer to his second climax. It had only been a few minutes, but he could feel it rapidly approaching.

He promptly sped up. Slamming himself into Theseus over and over, the pre-cum and spit squirting out of the hole and splattering his balls and legs. Theseus twisted and turned below him, not at all used to the monster's inhuman size and speed. His balls were more than enough as they slapped against him over and over.

His dick twitched and spurted between them, then with a surprised gasp, he came. While ropes shot over his stomach in quick, successive streaks, lathering his muscles and adding his own smell of release to the mix. Some made it as far as his chin, as Asterius pressed into him extra hard, rolling his hips upwards.

Asterius wasn't stopping. As the man came, he only increased his pace, relishing in the tightness and jittery, pathetic squeezes of his hole around his dick. He mooed and moaned as his orgasm came closer. And as Theseus tried pulling away from the overstimulation flooding his system, he held him down. Keeping his thighs still as he continued to pound into against his ass and prostate.

And then with a pained roar he finished again. Instantly flooding Theseus with his hot load as his movements stopped, and he pressed deeply inside him. He was sure Theseus could feel the blooming warmth of his load filling him. Asterius grinned down at him proudly— proud of how much cum he'd released, how good it felt to do this with him and to wreck his ass like this. And it sent the man over the edge again. His prostate was overwhelmed by the girth of the bull's cock, despite still recovering from its first orgasm. His dick jerked once, twice, letting off a thin spurt of cum to add to his belly. Asterius considered trying to get him to finish again, but realised he didn't have any energy to go through with it.

The pair panted as their high's ended. Slowly, Asterius pulled out with a wet release of cum. It practically streamed out of the man's ass. The man clenched to try to stop it releasing, but his hole was ruined. His clenches did nothing to stop it soaking below into the bed. Asterius didn't mind. He let himself fall to the other side of the bed with a snort, letting his eyes rest close. He pulled the man against his chest, knowing he liked the feel of his chest fur, and they gently cuddled through their fatigue.

Something brushed over his lips, and he opened his eyes to see Theseus trying to kiss him.

Oh, I am keeping him alive and with me for as long as humanly possible, he thought.

He parted his mouth and their kiss deepened; their tongues pressing together— Asterius tasting his own cum that lingered there, and almost gagging from the flavour. He kissed Theseus for a long time, loving how his tongue smothered and pressed against in Theseus's throat. Before long, though, his closed eyes dragged him down into deep sleep.

…

When Asterius awoke, the bed was cold and empty beside him. Despite its weight, the door stood wide open, letting in the morning's chill. Asterius jumped up, and noticed that a lot of his jewellery and charms were missing, along with the half-unfurled ball of string. Realising what had happened, he chuckled. He went to the bed and retrieved his worn jockstrap to begin his day of hunting.

_So, he decided not to kill me in my sleep. He just hoped he would be out by the time I awoke. Fool! No one has ever left, and that would still be the case without me… I can't wait to find you again, Theseus. Your ass is mine, and I can't wait to ruin it further. _

The Minotaur began on his journey, killing a few stray survivors on the way. He kept laughing to himself, the sound ricocheting off the walls as he went, as he thought about Theseus's plight. How he would trace back the string and find it snapped. The other end of it would be missing, and he would find himself lost. He would barely able to walk after his pounding, but would keep on going. After hearing the clopping of hooves walking after him, he would stumble onwards, completely lost in the maze…

And Asterius wished they would send heroes to him more often.