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RETURN OF THE LABYRINTH: GUILE AND DECEIT

While they waited for the two magistrates to rejoin them fully clothed outside in the Grove, Justin and Mike took advantage of this opportunity to ask a barrage of questions. Jason and James were more than happy to tell them what they knew about the return of the Minotaur. They picked a halfway point along the covered walkway and sat in pairs on the wooden benches opposite of each other, while discussing the subject itself.

“So you are telling me they are already established and blending in among the people of Chaney? How long had they been there?" Justin asked.

“From what we were told by the village men Shamus trusted, They arrived about the time the caravans began vanishing." Jason replied. “What all of us are being told inside the citadel walls about those vanishings is grossly inaccurate."

“In what way?" Mike inquired.

“The only confirmed sentinel incidents were the ones with guardsmen returning with the bodies of dead caravan travelers and their horses. The rest were encounters with Minotaur."

“Did the men you talk with have any evidence proving their side of the story?" Justin asks.

“Yes. They were previously members of a missing caravan and now lived within the village. They even showed us their salvaged travel papers, stowed away in the barn where the four of us guardsmen talked with them discreetly." James finally adds himself. “They also explained that the caravans were carefully selected and targeted, based on the men traveling in them and structured each ambush according to the social dynamic of each caravan."

“Notice the caravans themselves were occupied by regular travelers between citadels and also traveled to the neighboring villages. That is a lot of time for men to be spending away from home and by themselves. They become like their own independent self sufficient family and care for each other accordingly." Jason explains and watches the other two guardsmen expressions change positively, as they look at each other and grin.

“I see now why they were targeted." Justin says first.

“The caravan men were cheeky rule breakers and took advantage of being outside the citadels, to be extra close with each other." Mike adds, as both continue to grin and then look back at the other two guardsmen again. “It wouldn't surprise me if the caravan transporting the prize bulls, was managed by men that were also getting cozy with the bulls themselves." Both look at each other sideways and snicker, then bow their heads.

“That actually turned out to be true." James assures them.

“It even stated that exact purpose of the caravan in the papers shown to us." Jason confirms.

Justin and Mike went silent before raising their heads back up and looked at each other with puzzled looks on their faces.

“Which part is true?" Mike asks, after they looked right at the two guardsmen again.

“The transport function and the sex with the bulls." Jason answers and grins.

'That had to be an interesting conversation for you guys." Justin observes.

“Jack and Terry were having a little more trouble than us processing everything the caravan men were telling us."

“Plus how the Minotaur were likely involved with the caravan vanishings." Mike ventures.

“That was actually... demonstrated... to us instead." James assures and shares Jason's grin.

“Wait, are you suggesting the whole point of the caravan encounters was to seduce the men into being fucked by the Minotaur?" Mike asks.

“More than that. They were changed into Minotaur." James corrects again.

Jason and James watch Justin and Mike shuffle a little and adjust cocks that were getting visibly firm in their trousers. They made their own adjustment as well.

“So does that mean you two are now Minotaur, like the one inside the Sanctum?" Justin asks.

“No. After they fucked and filled all four of us the same way the one inside did you two, they then explained that the changing is done voluntarily and selectively. It is some sort of more involved and intense ritualistic fucking, that brings the two sex partners together in a very close and unique way that permanently changes the man being fucked." Jason replies.

“They said the time was not right for us at the moment, but if we still wanted it later… then we can have the bull beast upgrade." James adds.

All four guardsmen then sat there there for a moment, temporarily preoccupied with the sensation of their own cocks trying to throb at full erection inside their trousers and thinking about being fucked and filled again by a Minotaur. Mike was the first to speak.

“I don't know about you other three, but I need to stop thinking about what I think is now on all our minds and let our cocks get soft again. Otherwise standing up could prove a little uncomfortable."

All four looked around at each other and smirked, then looked towards the Sanctum entrance opening and saw two familiar magistrates emerge fully clothed. All six exchanged a wave across the distance, then the four guardsmen took a few long deep breaths. The desired effect was soon felt with the cocks beginning to soften in their trousers.

“So, what did you think of your first visit to this place?" Tony asked first, while looking right at Justin and Mike and waving an outstretched hand around him.

“Honestly, I was kind of picturing seeing a lot of men scattered all over the place and having sex with each other." Mike quipped.

“I had no idea what to expect, but found the indoor garden interesting." Justin admitted.

“It at least sounds like the two of you didn't have a negative experience." Lance observes.

“Any chance you two be willing to return here?' Jason inquires.

“Sure." Mike and Justin reply together.

“Great." James starts as he stands up, followed by Jason. “We need to get back to our quarters and see about trading work shifts with two other guardsmen for tonight."

The other two guardsmen then stood up and exchanged brief hugs, before Jason and James departed for the Grove entrance with parting waves. Once the entry doors closed behind them, Tony cleared his throat. The four remaining men formed into a tight discussion circle.

“So how much did you two find out and how much are you telling Matt?" Tony asked.

“I don't think there is a good way to tell Matt everything and have him digest it properly." Justin admitted with a grimace on his face.

“Especially with Cid being right there and not wanting to be left out of anything." Justin adds.

“What we can tell them is we have confirmed the four men Matt was inquiring about are indeed witness to something existing in the woods and are willing to talk to him more about it in private."

“Pretty sure they will tell him the same basic version as what got us interested and followed them into the Sanctum." Both guardsmen nod to each other in confidence.

“How did you handle the unabridged version they told you two?" Lance inquires strategically.

“What would you know about what happened to those two blokes?" Tony asks Lance.

“I only know only as much as what Shamus would tell me about the whole Minotaur thing. But I am guessing they had an experience just as potent as mine and something that will eventually get shared with all of us. Right boys?" Lance defends and then looks right at the two guardsmen.

“Oh we definitely plan on sharing." Mike assures.

“Just not in front of Cid of course." Justin adds, then everyone snickers.

“Fine. Fine. Let's get back to the research loft. It's almost shift change time for the guardsmen." Tony encourages, as he begins walking towards the Grove entrance and waves a hand to follow him. The other three stay right behind him and follow the wolf through the Farmer's Marketplace. As the group passed by two familiar looking booths, Lance caught the attending young lads give him a parting nod and smile directed right at him. He simply returned the gesture and walked onward.

All four naked men gathered around the map table, engrossed with the task of collectively drawing the revised navigation map for the Wilderness, were shocked from their focused work by a strange high pitched ringing sound coming from the vertical setting machine. The ringing was made by something quite small and loud, but extremely rapid with it's rhythm. They all looked at each other in utter confusion and then at the machine. It just sat there dormant with it's screen off. The flat slate with the many tiles and the pointer moving device were also dormant. It was utterly baffling how the machine could then be making a sound. Stan finally sighed and sat down his pen, before walking over to the machine. Luke, Jacob and Mason followed. Once all four gathered in front of the screen, Mason reached down and gave the pointing device a tap. The machine immediately powered up without anyone turning it on and caused the men to slightly lurch backwards in surprise.

“Okay that is new." Stan observed.

“So this is definitely the first time this machine ever behaved like this?" Mason asked.

“Definitely." Luke replied.

All four then watched the expected sequence run it's course and the familiar background appear on screen. Before anyone had a chance to react, An odd large animated image appeared on the screen and created the illusion it was making the sound. It was light tan in color and consisted of two primary shapes. The lower one was a trapezoid with the two further spaced corners at the bottom being rounded. It appeared to have a small identically colored square peg setting at the other two corners. There was also a white circle in the middle with ten evenly spaced dots placed just off the inside edge of it. The actual animated part was slim in comparison and bowed slightly downward at the ends, with a slim block attached to each of them. The motion made it look like the top piece wanted to flip off the trapezoid, but stop itself and then repeat the action again in rapid succession. It looked like it was bouncing in place. A nonsensical conversation then began broadcasting from the machine, being carried by two English speaking men with odd sounding accents that seemed to distort some of the words.

“The phone is rrreening."

“I'm bissy. You answer the phone."

“How do you use dis inferno mechanical thing agin?"

“When the phone goes grrreen grrreen. You pink it up and say 'yellow'."

The animated image then disappeared and was replaced with a small familiar video playing window. Stan's dad appeared again, with his face filling the screen and spoke briefly.

“Solve the riddle of the poorly spoken English and view the locked files."

The video then stopped and remained on the screen.

“Of course dad would be cheeky that way." Stan commented and chuckled to himself.

“Need me to play the video again?" Luke asked.

“Sure. Three more times."

All four focused to remember everything said. Once the video was played the fourth time, Luke closed the window and a discussion began.

“So anyone notice anything odd about the poor English used?" Stan asked the other three.

“Besides the mispronunciation pattern varying wildly? Nothing." Jacob admitted.

“Mason?"

“Hmm. It is curious that the mispronunciation was at it's worst with only three words. One of them was hard to figure out the first time…" The acolyte started.

“But when the word was used the second time, it clearly was a completely different word." Luke finished and then ran over to the map table, to scribble a couple things down on paper. He then ran back and handed it over to be viewed, while explaining what he wrote.

“You see, the severe mispronunciation was intentional and actual words we all know, that are associated with colors. Green. Pink. Yellow."

“Wait. Colors..." Mason started and then trailed off, before picking up a black box and opening the hinged top. He then lifted it to show everyone the eight small colored tiles inside it."

“So the three colors are a reference to the tiles in the box?" Jacob ventured.

“They have to be." Stan answered. “It fits with how dad filed his old research stuff."

“But there is no Pink tile in the box." Mason pointed out.

“Oh come on. How do you make pink?" Jacob asks Mason sarcastically.

“By mixing White with Red."

“Exactly. So that one is actually two colors. Not one."

“Which then works with what is in this box." Stan observes, as he takes it from Luke.

“Now for the challenging part." Luke mentions.

“Yes. How to use the four colors together for unlocking the files on these tiles."

“Maybe be literal about what goes in the part that says USERNAME?"

“Let's try that." Stan suggests and removes the white tile and pushes it into a previously unseen slot on the side of the flat laying panel with the letter and number tiles on it.

Everyone watches a window pop up that displays exactly what Stan described to Luke a couple days ago while eating lunch. Stan then types in greengreenredwhiteyellow into the USERNAME spot.

“Any ideas about the PASSWORD slot?" He asks the other three.

“Well you did say that part likely works like keys we use on doors. Except a key is no good without teeth." Luke replies.

“Then give the key teeth." Mason suggests. “Make the first letters bigger."

Stan types the same sequence again, but makes the first letter of each color name upper case. He then presses the tile marked with ENTER. The window immediately refreshes and wipes the slots clean. New words in Red appear next to the bottom slot label.

“What does Invalid Entry mean with this thing." Jacob asks.

“Relax kid. We just have to change what goes there a little. Any ideas Mason?" Stan asks him.

“Maybe just use the teeth and keep them big?" The acolyte suggests and shrugs.

“Okay then."

Stan retypes the USERNAME and then puts GGRWY in the PASSWORD slot. The moment he presses down on the ENTER tile, a new more familiar window pops up and shows multiple familiar boxes. Each one simply labeled with a number.

“Of course he has to keep it vague until the end." Stan observes and chuckles.

“Okay. So we just play them in order." Jacob suggests with a hint of impatience.

“Here we go then." Luke announces before moving the pointer and selecting the first video file.

By the time the group of four men finished viewing all the files on the white tile, then successfully used the same access words for the other six colored tiles, they decided to take a break and then noticed it was about time for the others to return. The black tile was left alone for now.

“Let's stop here and get ready for the next batch of food to arrive, along with the guardsmen and the other two." Stan suggested with gentle pats on the shoulders of the three acolytes. He could see it in their faces. That look of a kid getting a new toy for his birthday. The wonder and envisioned possibilities dancing in their heads.

“So is that place in the videos where we are eventually going?" Mason asks.

“That is the plan. We will have the others sit and watch these videos, before all of us eat. That way we have plenty of conversation fuel for dinner." Stan assures them.

“I'm fine with eating now." Jacob comments without hesitation.

Everyone chuckles and then hear many footsteps and muffled conversation directly under the loft. They hear doors open and close next, then footfalls come up the stairs, followed by the smell of food drifting into the loft under the double entry doors. The one table that was covered with nothing but books was cleared off, the books carefully stacked aside with ribbons marking reference pages of their closed form. All four then put their robes back on and walked over to the entry and opened it, to let the expected arrivals into the loft. Lance and Tony were first, carrying a large basket between them and the source of the food smells. The six guardsmen were next and in civilian clothes again.

Once the basket was set down on the table, Matt and Cid had the two magistrates follow them into one of the private quarters, along with Justin and Mike. Once all six cleared the entry threshold, Cid closed the door.

“You two know anything about that?" Stan asked his son and Trent.

“We only heard the basic summary of what was discovered today by Tony and the other three."

“Matt wanted us to assure you he isn't doing anything to put the research project in jeopardy. The Council just wants very specific answers and trusts what he finds out on his own." Trent added.

“Sounds about right. The Council doing everything to maintain control." Jacob quips.

All six of the men gathered around the table chuckled softly and began unpacking the basket. By the time they had finished setting up the dinner table properly and got all the chairs in place, Cid opened the door again and looked a little disappointed. He quietly walked over to the table and sat in the same spot as when all of them had breakfast. Everyone else followed the example and began seating themselves as well. The dinner itself was noticeably quieter than the breakfast gathering. Everyone still talked with each other, but with less enthusiasm. Cid kept his talking restricted to Matt. Once dinner was completed Matt and Cid excused themselves for the night. The other four guardsmen remained. While the three acolytes began cleaning everything up, Justin and Mike were asked to join the three magistrates in a private conversation over by the bookshelf. Justin was the first to speak up and explain the slight change in the evening plans as a group.

“Matt was very receptive to what we found out at the Grove and Sanctum and thus felt it necessary for him to excuse himself for the evening and talk to the men we met in person tonight."

“He also politely insisted he do the talking alone and thus make the men feel as at ease as possible during the conversation. That meant Cid couldn't tag along and was free to make his own night plans with Mary. Cid would likely make the men nervous." Mike added.

“That explains his expression, when you six emerged from the room." Stan observed.

“He wasn't exactly happy about the arrangement, but he wasn't upset either." Lance observed.

“I ran into Matt's brother while at the Sanctum. The man had me pass on word that he wanted to meet up with his sibling some time soon and catch up on old times. Matt took advantage of a moment downstairs, when it was just him and me, then said he would take his brother up on the offer. His plan is to have the two of them conduct the questioning together instead." Tom announced.

“I really would have preferred everyone in the group to be here for the video viewing tonight." Stan admitted. “I finally got access to the rest of the locked files. Well. Most of them. The black tile is still locked. But what is on those other tiles Matt would definitely have found interesting."

“Maybe it is best things happen this way for now." Tony advised and hugged him.

Stan reluctantly nodded in agreement, then had the other four follow him over to the table with the machine. Anticipating the viewing session still continuing as planned, the three acolytes had eight chairs moved over to one side of the table and placed in the form of a gradual ark, to point every viewer at the machine. Then two more chairs were placed on the other side where one controls everything. Stan and Luke stood at the two chairs and waited for everyone else to be seated, before sitting down themselves to begin playing the files again. Confident that Lance and Tony could likely follow along without needing explanations for most of the viewing, Mason and Jacob had them sit in the middle of the row. Bruce and Trent sat at one end with Jacob in the middle, Justin and Mike sat at the other end with Mason in the middle.

“Everyone ready?" Stan asked.

“I think we are ready dad." Bruce announced.

“Alright. Get ready for one very long nature tour."

Luke made sure the Purple tile had been removed and the White was back in the slot, before going through the essential access steps and then selecting the first box to play the video.

“Hey it's my brother again." Tony immediately commented.

Everyone viewing the initial video chuckled and smiled at each other.

“I will have to plead for the Council to be understanding of this next part, as it is essential for me to descend into the valley and begin my observations without being discovered. That means removing my robe and sandals, to get rid of anything that will leave behind obvious footprints and noisily snag the branches of the dense foliage I will be using to hide myself. This will become easier to understand as you view the following videos." The man in the video explained.

Everyone then watched as he unbuckled and slid off his sandals, before standing up to remove his robe. The standing position brought him noticeably close to what was recording the video, as everyone got to see just how worn and tattered the robe material was. They also got a very clear and detailed view of the man's crotch, as the robe was fully lifted and tossed to the side. The view then changed as the image briefly shook and then the man's face came back into view briefly, before everything spun and his face disappeared. Now everyone was seeing the surrounding dense woods and saw the image briefly shake again, before displaying a slightly elevated view.

“The viewing device is now secured to my head with a band that wraps around it. This allows me to both record with it and have free use of my hands to move things out of the way or establish grip when traveling through rough terrain." The man announced and briefly presented open hands.

Tony took this opportunity to briefly stand up and remove his clothes. Stan and Luke noticed and the video was paused, as they looked at each other and just shrugged. They then stood up and did the same, only to have everyone else soon follow the example.

“I figured if my brother is going to be naked and comfortable in the video, then I should be too." Tony announced and sat back down. Everyone else chuckled softly and soon sat back down once they were naked as well.

The video then resumed and showed the terrain ahead of the walking main begin to distort beyond the trees. The land began to dip down, as the angle of his walking also began shifting downward. Squarish rock features could be seen in the distance, flanking where the ground had a more noticeable dip. It was also hard to judge if they were very large and far away… or simply large and close to the walking man.

“Up ahead is what appears to me a normal enough rock feature any experienced traveler encounters when wandering through the woods. Wayfarers especially can account for these particular type rock formations being found all over the Wilderness. Now what is beyond them is actually more interesting." The man in the video informed the viewers.

Occasionally the viewing angle would tilt down and show a terrain that was gradually changing itself. There was sign of semi buried rock shelves or large flat rocks setting in the dirt. They were getting bigger and the spacing between them was getting closer. As soon as the man made it to the previously distant rock formations, the distance between them was easier to judge and appeared to be about the length of a large hay barn. More squarish rocks were spotted beyond them and made it look like he was entering a long slowly descending hall. The shelf rocks in the ground were no longer separated and appeared to be forming very stretched out steps leading in between the squarish moss covered rocks, that were now becoming the sides. One could see that the moss was gradually becoming thicker as he walked further in. Then the long hallway illusion was shattered, as one could see the path was now getting more narrow and the squarish rock formations began towering over him. The pathway eventually become only wide enough for two men to comfortably walk side by side down it.

“This is one of six transition corridors that lead into the valley and appear to be the only way in on land. As you can see up ahead, the height of the rock walls begins to decrease again, as they eventually just descend right to the ground and break back up into squarish moss covered boulders. Also notice up ahead of me there is now a thin mist hovering in the air. There also appears to be the hint of some very pleasant smell. Reminds me of the syrup served at breakfast tables and certainly is a neat subtle way to welcome any travelers into this previously unexplored valley. You will also notice as I begin to walk further to the end of this corridor, the mist gradually gets denser. The smell is also getting more intense. From here forward I need to speak a lot less and softer. Just sit and watch."

Everyone then notices the video abruptly changed and made it look like it skipped ahead to where the rocks could no longer be seen and the man was now surrounded by pretty dense vegetation, scattered in between the trees off the sides of the path. The mist had also grown denser.

“Wait a minute." Tony spoke up and the video was paused. “What happened? Not that there likely was anything interesting along that corridor, but why did the video do that?"

“We are not sure." Stan admitted.

“As far as we can tell, nothing is wrong with the file." Luke added.

“It could maybe have to do with how the device records these things, because it does it more in the rest of the videos. Pretty much all of them and the breaks also very in length."

“Well so long as nothing interesting gets missed." Mike quips.

“Any other questions before we continue?" Stan asks.

“I'll be sure to let you know." Tony replies.

The video then resumes playing, as the man continues following the path.

“Syrup. Hmm." Was then uttered in the video.

Nothing else was said, as he continued walking along the path up to a branching point and picked the one on the right. He resumed walking until sounds of two men talking could be heard. The view then shifted as the video showed he was carefully and quietly getting off the path, occasionally pointing down and showing feet finding strategic spots with no twigs to snap under them. The view then leveled itself and vertically descended to that of a child, demonstrating the man was now likely squatting to conceal himself better. A mere moment passed by and soon everyone saw two men approach and walk right by the hiding spot. The two men were completely naked and displayed an overall stocky body type. They were also quite hairy and looked to be in possession of noticeably larger than average cocks, that looked to not be completely flaccid and rested over balls that were equally larger in size. Their hair and full beards was cut short and dark. It was obvious they noticed nothing and kept walking away, resuming whatever casual conversation they were discussing with each other softly.

Everyone sitting in the chairs were now completely focused on the video and quietly kept watching, as they were visually taken on the covert tour throughout the mist shrouded area. More pauses and breaks occurred, but was dismissed with no comment. Eventually the tour moved along a path where the mist began getting thinner and sunlight started filtering through it to illuminate the surrounding vegetation. Tony was not sure if anyone else was keeping track, but his brother was doing something that felt slightly out of place and became a repeat pattern with the video breaks. He knew the man was the more clever thinker and had a keen strategic mind. If one didn't know better, hints were being left behind and possibly useful later on. Effort was then made to clearly remember the words uttered before “Hmm" after each break. The wolf was pretty sure the order was important as well and began crafting a rhyme in his head to not forget that sequence of words in their proper place.

Once all the videos on one tile finished playing, everyone was given a brief break to get up and stretch their legs. The conversations that arose during each break proved useful in helping everyone understand the narrative direction the series of videos was likely taking the viewer. Everyone noticed that Tony's brother in the video gradually became less and less concerned about concealing himself and at the end of the last video on the white tile, was having an open conversation with one of the naked men about a visual feature of the valley. It seemed that perhaps they didn't mind an outsider visiting and didn't seem to react the expected way to the presence of the recording device being worn. There was an encounter with one man whom commented he had an identical recording device and used the headband all the time. Justin pointed out he spotted the edge of a small black tile, just like the one sitting in the storage box with the other ones, being slyly passed on. This particular man then leaned in for a hug and everyone could swear the video briefly went silent during the hug and then could hear sound again when he stepped back away. The man then smiled and nodded, before waving and walking away. Everyone agreed the moment reminded them of when they were young boys, secretly passing notes to each other across the classrooms. More encounters with silent hugs also occurred once per tile.

As if the reality of a valley being occupied by a seemingly exclusive community of naked men wasn't curious enough, the ending of each of the six colored tiles concluded with Tom's brother successfully delving quite deep into the valley from each of the six access points and revealing something that all but Tony didn't expect to see. As the videos on each tile progressed the exploration narrative, the surrounding vegetation visibly changed and became more exotic as the man walked further into the valley on the paths. The paths themselves also changed and gradually took on an increasingly more winding nature, as well as dip up and down across visually rougher terrain. Some paths flowed over each other in the form of seemingly natural bridges. Then finally there was the final video on each tile ending with the ambient background sounds of faint moaning coming from a man. Everyone seated would then get an unmistakable glimpse of something walking across the path in the distance. It was definitely not a man and much bigger. It literally looked like a Minotaur.

“I might have figured out the skipping thing in the videos." Tony finally said during the very last break, after viewing all the accessible video tiles with everyone else. “I think everyone at this point is likely to agree that there is more and we need to figure out how to get access to the Black tile."

“Anyone else get the feeling that whatever is on there should probably never ever be seen by the Council?" Mike casually asked and grinned.

“I don't think we have to worry much about that obligation. They actually didn't bother with seeing the entire white tile and had us stop before it got to the parts where my dad wasn't hiding, but openly socializing with the men that live in the valley." Stan assures him.

“The point is well taken. I think we all have a vague idea what could be on the black tile and for our own peace of mind, need to see those videos. So let me help." Tony suggests.

Everyone nods in agreement and gathers around the machine one more time in the same seating places. Stan removes the Black tile from the storage box and hands it over to Luke, to swap with the Purple tile. An obvious look of intense anticipation showed on both their faces. Tony then closed his eyes and lowered his head to concentrate on what he remembered. Meanwhile Stan proceeds to repeat the security access steps for the black tile and is immediately greeted with a familiar message in red letters placed at both blank spaces.

“Looks like we need new words and teeth." Luke quietly quips under his breath.

“We had to try anyway." Stan replies. “Whenever you are ready Tony. As expected, the usual access words didn't work this time." He then requests at a more normal tone for everyone to hear.

Tony opens his eyes, then sighs and chuckles to himself before speaking.

“Brace yourselves for how silly this sentence may sound, but it is the exact order the words were spoken after each break in the videos. Syrup Taste Better When From Bull."

Loud snickers immediately erupted around the room and evolved to light laughter with a couple of the gathered men. Luke and Stan paused to enjoy the levity of the moment and then gradually composed themselves as the laughter concluded with clearing of throats.

“Okay. It is at least entertaining. At best, it actually works." Stan observed. “Try this the same way as before Mason?"

“My instincts say it will likely work again." The acolyte replies.

Stan then types in the sentence as a single word and was surprised to see it all fit in the top blank space, then types STBWFB in the bottom one and presses ENTER. The face of Tony's brother was seen again, along with what appeared to be the visible black torso of something not human standing right behind him and with it's hands resting gently on his shoulders.

“If you finally made it this far son, it means you solved the second hidden riddle I scattered across the videos of the colored tiles. What you are about to see was recorded by various different men that live here. The fact you are actually viewing this now means things did not go bad for you and the Council let you have complete control of the research project that is obviously studying the machine. I was told these specific videos were made to better explain what is likely being circulated on the lips of select men around you. Make sure the message gets delivered to those men and is well received."

Matt and Nathan were standing outside the entrance to the Grove and taking a moment to admire the wall mural art, as the afternoon sun sunk lower and the surroundings got bathed in soft orange illumination. The entrance itself then opened and two average looking men walked out, with burning torches. Behind them bigger and more muscular men came through in pairs, carrying a fire brazier between them. The two guardsmen stepped back and gave them room to pass by, as the torch bearers split and walked opposite directions along the wall. Three pairs of the bigger men followed each torch man and proceeded to space the braziers evenly along the length of each wall, then moved them back to sit right in the middle of the path, between the wall and concealing shrub line. Once the braziers were set in place, the bigger men walked back to the entrance and stepped through it. Two of them remained in the entrance and held the double doors open for the two torch bearers, after they lit the braziers. The guardsmen were welcomed through with a warm smile and greeting from all eight men, as they followed the torchbearers and was in turn followed by the six pairs of bigger men.

“I see Shamus still has a fondness for presentation." Matt commented.

“What. You didn't think that little show was for us alone?" Nathan asked jokingly.

“Hardly… and you know better brother."

Both chuckled and resumed walking down the covered path. Matt then spotted someone off to the side waving to get his attention. It was hard to tell who they were, but they were not alone and accompanied by three other men. All four had a distinctive posture about them that said they were guardsmen. He then gave Nathan a slight nudge in the side and pointed towards the waving man.

“You think that is who we are supposed to be seeing tonight?"

Nathan craned his head to look past Matt and nodded. Both then picked the next empty space in between arches and stepped off the path. The entourage kept walking onward to the Sanctum entrance. The four men began walking towards the brothers and met them a short distance off the covered path. Matt felt it was his prerogative to speak first.

“I take it you four are the men and witnesses that I need to see this evening?"

“That would be us." Jason confirmed and smiled.

“Alright then. You pick wherever is most comfortable…" Matt trailed off and briefly looked around him. The Grove was gradually becoming more occupied, as more men began coming in through the entrance. “…and private for this secure discussion." He then brought his gaze back to the group.

“Right this way." James offered with an extended hand and began leading everyone towards the entrance of the Sanctum. Matt and Nathan stayed to the back behind Jack and Terry.

“Of course they decided somewhere in there was somehow more private." Matt whispered to his brother with a hint of Sarcasm in his voice.

“We can always skillfully suggest a different location before we reach the doors." Nathan whispers back with a teasing tone to his voice.

“Let me guess. Where the girls are at?"

“Then I take it this will do just fine."

“So long as no one bothers us… for obvious reasons."

“Relax brother. This is already prearranged by me. We are going up to the pleasure lofts and will have the top floor all to ourselves. There will even be two capable men standing guard at the stairwell to make sure we are the only ones up there." Nathan assures him.

“We won't have anyone spying on us from the above loft will we?"

“Temporarily closed for some changes Shamus is making to the place."

“Changes huh. How does one top an S&M dungeon?"

“It was no dungeon before. That is a bit much."

“You know what I mean."

“I think he is taking the purpose of the loft in a different direction. Something with a softer touch. I suppose he thinks it's best for things to not get dull around here."

“Any other changes I should be warned about?"

“He had the interior walls painted red since you were here a couple years ago."

“Red. Well, it's an improvement over the previous drab gray color of the stone."

“Agreed. He also had some sound proofing added to the floors and walls."

“Now that is an upgrade I approve of."

“I'm sure you are not the only one."

“Is this place still all about leaving the clothes behind?"

“He still maintains the bold and blunt honesty policy written on the sign inside."

“I admit to having a little trouble with the whole honesty policy that permeates the place at first, but slowly got used to it. There are still moments that makes me wonder if adjusting to it was a mistake. Anyway… here we are."

James and Jack offered to open the doors, as Jason and Terry walked on through. Matt and Nathan motioned for the two to go on ahead, with a nod and smile, as they gripped the doors and closed them behind the group.

“I could hear you two talking quite a bit behind us." Jason admits and turns around to face Matt directly. “We can make other location arrangements, if you don't think this will be secure enough."

“If Nathan says this place will work for us, then I trust that he he made the right choice."

“Glad to hear it." Jack starts as he walks into the locker room on the right.

“Let's get out of these clothes already." Terry finishes and begins shedding his shirt before even walking through the entry doorway himself.

“Don't ever change Terry." James comments and chuckles from right behind him.

Jason just shrugs and smiles, before he turns around and walks into the locker room next.

Matt pauses briefly at the sign and reads it's message, before getting a nudge from his brother to get moving and follow him. Just as they entered the room and picked the immediate first pair of available lockers, Jack and Terry had already finished stowing their clothes and were walking towards the other doorway, with a towel tossed over a shoulder each. Jason and James were next to follow, with Matt and Nathan finally emerging through the doorway into the indoor garden area.

“This right here is my favorite part of the whole building." Matt comments to no one in particular and just stands there for a brief pause.

While taking in the jungle like scenery in front of him, his nose then picks up on something new in the air. It was sweet and pleasant, while also reminding him of morning breakfast. He then resumes walking and easily catches up to give Nathan a nudge.

“Is serving food another new addition to the Sanctum?" He quietly asks his brother.

“Not that I am aware of." Nathan replies just as quietly. “If you are referring to that sweet familiar smell in the air, that is new and serves to add some pleasantness to the Sanctum. It is a special oil that is kept heated and helps calm the mind. The oil and scent is everywhere in this place."

“I personally would have maybe chose a different scent, that didn't risk making men hungry, but why criticize what may actually work better for this place."

“It serves it's purpose very well. Look down brother."

Matt looks down and spots the source of a familiar nagging feeling he had years of experience putting to the back of his mind when on mission. His cock was sticking straight out and up at an angle, while beginning to throb and bob.

“Shamus never failing to stay dedicated to what this place is really about." Matt comments.

Nathan softly snickers as all six men approach the lift. Jason greets the large muscular hairy naked man, to vouch for the group, then steps onto the platform first. The big man greets everyone with the common smile and nod. Once he was confident everyone was in place, he walked over to the large crank and begins turning it, to send them upstairs. Everyone quietly stayed in their own heads and slowly breathed in the seductive soothing air during the ascent. As the lift platform began approaching the floor opening above them, the scented air began rapidly gaining potency.

“Feel free to use any of us to steady yourself brother." Nathan encouraged.

Matt then felt a hand gently rest on each shoulder, as his head began to get a little fuzzy and some dizziness initially set in. He instinctively reached out for the lift railing with one hand and put the other on his brother's shoulder. The guardsmen slowed his breathing a little and shook his head slowly.

“Every one of us went through the same adjustment, when breathing the air for the first time." Jason assured and patted Matt's shoulder with the supportive hand. Nathan repeated the gesture.

“It gets easier to handle each time you come back here." James decides to add.

When the lift came to a stop in it's usual place, everyone was greeted by the other half of the lift operation in the form of another large muscular hairy naked man. Nathan and the other four already noticed another change in the loft floor, that was not present earlier in the day. The exposed surfaces of the columns were now completely covered with layers of vertically traveling vines. There were additional smaller vines branching outward from them over the walls that connected with the columns. A noticeable haze now hung in the air and infused it with that same potent scent. One could hear very mild hissing and very soft creaking of wood echo all around them. Nathan wanted to make sure the scene was not overwhelming his brother and pulled him to the side, after they stepped off the lift.

“Give us a bit and we will be right up." He whispered to Jason.

The guardsman just grinned and nodded, then motioned for the other three to follow him around and up the stairs. Matt felt the need to walk over and brace himself against the nearby column, to make sure he was not simply imagining what he saw and maybe clear his head. Nathan stayed right with him and kept his hand on his brother's shoulder. He briefly looked down and spotted his sibling's cock responding positively to the treated air, by continuing to bob and begin dripping precum.

“You haven't said anything about this yet." Matt observed of his brother.

“This is definitely new as of today." Nathan admitted.

“Part of that new thing with a softer touch?"

“I think that is a safe bet."

“The man is being pretty bold with this change."

“Oh?"

“Plants go where they want, unless you stop or redirect them. What if they find a way through the walls and outside?"

“I see your point. Maybe bring that up with the man himself."

“I just might do that after this."

Matt then turns and assesses where everything should be and is relieved to see nothing has changed with the wooden stairwell yet. Him and Nathan then walk towards it and begin their ascent up to the next floor. Both of them had arrived early enough in the evening to encounter only the occasional man, as they walked from one stairwell to the next one up the following floors. Both took a break at each floor, to give Matt's system time to adjust to the infused air. As Nathan assured Matt, they encountered two large muscular hairy naked men that stood as guards for access to the final floor up. Both men recognized Nathan and smiled warmly, while giving both guardsmen pats on the shoulder. Upon walking up this last open air stairwell, both noticed the overhead wood of the enclosed one was now completely covered with wondering vines and moss. Once they set foot on the floor of their destination, Matt immediately saw and felt with his feet the moss carpet layer that now covered it. A look over at the walls revealed that whatever part of them was not covered with vine was covered with the same moss. The only thing on this floor that appeared to be untouched by the change was the large glowing crystals in the middle. He noticed the haze was even thicker on this floor and it forced him to sit down after taking only a couple steps from the stairwell. The other four guardsmen appeared from one of the open rooms and sat down in front of him, with Nathan sitting behind him for support.

“Nice and slow big brother." The sibling assured him and began rubbing his back.

Matt reclined a bit backwards and propped himself upon his hands, before closing his eyes and resumed breathing slowly. It was like he was experiencing altitude sickness, minus the nausea.

“It will get better in a couple minutes." Jason assured him with a firm pat on a thigh and chuckles. Matt just nods in acknowledgment.

“How about you guys start talking. It will distract me from the dizziness... and keep us on track with why we are even here. Start from the beginning, when leaving the village, and then forward going into the woods." Matt suggests.

“Sure. I will take the lead and my squad mates can fill in any gaps."

By the time the four guardsmen got to the part about being escorted back to the edge of the woods, by their new found Minotaur allies and reunited with Shamus, Matt was feeling clear headed enough to get back up on his feet and be escorted into one of the open rooms. He then sat on the huge platform, that was made up of four connected king size beds and covered by dark red blankets. It surrounded the support column in the middle of the room. On his way inside, Matt noticed the column was also covered in vines and the base of the platform had a tree trunk like aesthetic to it, like the whole thing had grown out of the moss covered floor. Once he sat down at the edge of the platform, it was unavoidable to see that the four guardsmen and his brother had hard throbbing bobbing cocks, that were persistently dripping precum. Either they were not paying that much attention to that situation or were mentally distracting themselves from it just like him. He needed a stronger distraction.

“So how about everyone else sit down and we resume the account of what happened to you four." Matt requests and pats the draped red blanket under him with both hands.

“Alright then." James sits down and resumes where James left off this time.

Once Shamus and the guardsmen had cleaned themselves up and put on the fresh new clothes provided by the small group of men, Everyone hopped into the wagon and road it back to the village, they had just left a couple hours earlier that morning. The five of them sat down on one side bench, while the other five men in traditional brown bib overalls and tan long sleeve shirts sat on the opposite bench. The four guardsmen all mutually thought something seemed different about these men. They looked like they belonged among the village residents, but their behavior during the brief visit from the Minotaur at the edge of the woods communicated many things but the expected surprise from them. Their faces also seemed very familiar and possibly have been seen by the guardsmen before. Jason and his squad exchanged brief knowing glances with each other and then busied themselves with watching the emerging morning village activity happening around them, as the wagon approached the edge of it and turned towards a large gray hay barn sitting at the edge of one field.

They spotted field workers begin filing out of the village and into the surrounding wheat fields, with horses pulling mechanical reapers in tow. A small group of people in white long sleeved overalls appeared from just beyond the barn and were following a worn path amid the wheat, towards a secluded clearing with narrow wooden towers erected in the middle of it. The people began raising small canisters with white gloved hands and surrounded themselves with smoke coming out of them, while unrolling nets from atop their white large brimmed hats. The large barn faced towards the clearing and had two large doors on the front, that began swinging open and held in place by two more very familiar looking men wearing the same basic farming clothes. The wagon then turned and was pulled right into the barn by the two hitched horses. As soon as it cleared the entry threshold, the large swinging doors were closed behind it. The interior was painted white, to provide as much light as possible from the occasional side doors that opened along its length on the ground floor. For the moment, the barn appeared to be completely closed up and thus the lighting level was dim inside. The floor of the overhead full length loft added to this dim illumination condition as well.

“So why were we brought in here." Jason finally asked openly, as he followed Shamus down from the wagon.

“You were brought here for an important discussion about what happened back in the woods." The driver replied after hopping down from the wagon and walking right up to the guardsman. “The name is Roland and this is my team of cattle transporters." He extends a hand to shake in friendship.

“Roland…" Jason confirms reluctantly and shakes the hand slowly. He then remembered.

Roland saw the recognition manifest on Jason's face, then the other three guardsmen. They looked a little shocked. He pointed right at Jason with his other free hand and then looked at the rest of his team gathering around them, before breaking out in laughter. The other seven team mates joined the laughter. The wagon driver then composed himself and looked right back at Jason with a smile.

“I imagine seeing our faces with healthy short full beards and a good tan likely helped keep our identities briefly safe. After all, you just been through one intense experience and found out those big bull beasts really do exist." The man resumed, after letting go of Jason's hand and put an arm on the shoulders of the closest team mate. “Then you had time to settle your thoughts on the way back here and get a good look at each of us closer. Well… five of us at least."

Jason looked the friendly grinning large men over and was simultaneously going through personal memories related to a rather specific group of men from his home citadel, that supposedly vanished with an escort of four guardsmen. The whole caravan was presumed lost and just one more hapless victim of a Sentinel raid. Just like the men he remembered, all eight had the same darker hair that varied from brown to black among them. He did admit the full beards was effective distraction. The last time he had seen Roland and his team, all of them simply had mustaches and very short hair. All eight had long since allowed the hair to grow out a bit. He also knew the younger two members of his squad would be unfamiliar with them and allowed them to get familiar with the men, while he politely excused himself and James for a quick private discussion on the other side of the wagon. Shamus spotted this and decided to join them.

“Good. I was about have you join us anyway." Jason observed.

“Sight of seeing those men alive has certainly made this trip interesting." Shamus quips.

“I think you mean complicated." James corrects.

“How so?"

“Where are the guardsmen… for starters." Jason inquires.

“Could be elsewhere in the village."

“Then why didn't we encounter or see them earlier?" James challenges.

“Good point."

“So all three of us are agreed to lead with that then?" Jason asks and the other two nod, then stand quietly for a moment to gauge the mood of the conversation among everyone else.

“So how did you guys survive the sentinel ambush unharmed? You saw what condition we were in and barely survived ourselves?" Jack asks.

“And that was with the unexpected arrival of them huge bull beasts, attacking and obviously tearing those things apart." Terry added.

“The Minotaur gave us an offer we would be fools to refuse. Especially after they informed us about certain Citadel truths my squad and I already suspected, then gave our own inner truths new purpose and form. How about I show you son." Announced a deep voice from beyond the wall of hay bales just ahead of the hitched horses and through an opening just wide enough for the wagon itself. Jason and James furrowed their eyebrows at each other.

“Hey Jason?" Jack starts.

“Could that be…" Terry resumes and is cut off.

“We'll handle this conversation." Jason announces, as he comes back around the wagon.

He gives both guardsmen a reassuring pat on the shoulder and walks past everyone else towards the opening in the hay bale wall with James right behind him. Shamus remains with the group and just watches, as they walk up and then disappear into what looked like complete darkness. From the perspective of the two guardsmen, they walked into an extremely dim lit area and began feeling ahead cautiously for anything. The moment their hands made contact with a black wooden wall that was somewhat warm to the touch, they were plunged into complete darkness as doors closed behind them. They remained still, as they heard heavy footfalls on hooves move in the distance.

“Remember when we would tell you the old stories at night around the campfire, when it was just the four of us, James?" One of the deep voices asked.

“The stories that men were forbidden to talk about, but we told you anyway. We did this because we knew you would have the same healthy appreciation for them as we did. Because of the special bond the four of us shared together, Jason." The other deep voice added.

“Jason." James whispered into his ear in the pitch black. “I think these two are our dads."

Jason said nothing and thought for a moment. He considered many possible scenarios, but the tone and familiarity these two unknown men or beasts used quickly eliminated all but one.

“I think you might be right." Jason whispered back in the same fashion.

“Whispering like little boys sharing a secret again?" One of the deep voices teased. “Then perhaps we can share a secret together."

With those words, the pitch darkness was lifted away and replaced with a familiar soft white glow that came from crystals. The two guardsmen briefly closed their eyes and slowly reopened them, but not before the two beasts disappeared out of sight beyond the wall. They looked ahead and saw the outline of the large doors that closed behind them, that were painted black to match the walls they were attached to. Jason and James looked around themselves to see they were standing within a general open area the full width of the barn itself. The distance from the wall they touched to the doors was generous enough length for a wagon and horse. The freestanding wall was easily half of the barn's width in length. A look to one of the outer walls showed a single glow crystal and a familiar type metal frame attached to it. They assumed the same thing was behind them and proceeded to walk along the wall and greet who was on the other side. As soon both walked around the end, they were greeted with the sight of two completely black bull beasts of legend flanking a familiar glowing upside down crystal pyramid. Both knew the other half was visible in the loft above them.

“So what do you think?" One of the Minotaur asks and raises his hands with open palms up.

Jason and James were speechless, as they slowly walked up to the two bull beasts. The guardsmen wanted to give them hugs and were accommodated in the form of the Minotaur squatting down onto their haunches, then leaning forward onto one hand. The men closed the gap and put their arms around the massive muscular necks of their changed fathers. A huge black hand was placed at their backs, as all four then closed their eyes.

“I missed you dad."

“I missed you too son."

“You… you're changed. Now what?"

“We bond son."

With those words, the guardsmen pulled back a little and pressed their lips into the muzzles of their father's, before pushing their tongues past the lips and welcomed the advancement of the bigger blunt bovine tongue into their own mouths. Jason and James moved their hands to caress and cradle the massive bovine heads, while their dad's dropped the free hand from the backs and began caressing the throbbing bulge in the trousers of their sons. The kiss was broken by both.

“You won't need your clothes anymore." One bull beast assured.

“They will just get messed up." The other observed.

Both guardsmen needed no further encouragement and stepped back to take off their boots and then shed their clothes. The Minotaur fathers raised back up to full standing position, then watched while slowly stroking their sheathes and licking their lips in anticipation of breeding their sons. Their building excitement causing the pink end of their bovine spears to begin sliding out of the sheathes, while dripping the syrup that soon would be filling and bulging two warm gurgling bellies. The naked guardsmen noticed the exposed flesh and hungrily breathed in the sweet seductive scent that floated their way over the air. Their cocks became completely hard and bobbed in response to the exposure, as they walked right up to the exposed pink flesh of their mutual fathers and took the dripping end right into their hungry mouths. Both then closed their eyes and moaned.

“Yes. Drink the gift that made us beasts of legend and freed our minds of all Citadel oppression, taught to us over the years."

“Let it flow through your bodies, giving you the same freedom and pleasure as it gave us when we drank it from the Minotaur that changed us."

“Live only for this moment and let us give the pleasure you remember once more."

“Worship the cock. Let it know it is desired and needs to be in you."

Both fathers lovingly stroked the back of their son's head and hummed with their own satisfaction of being pleasured by family kin again. They let the moment last a little longer as the two men lost themselves to their lust and proceeded to persistently nurse on the continuously leaking bovine spears. Once the moment had passed, they looked at each other and nodded. The bull beasts then bent over and craned their heads down to put their muzzle at an ear.

“Let's finish this up in the loft and free this room up for the others to use."

“They will certainly need the space, once the other two join them."

With those words, Jason and James heard two more pairs of nearby heavy hoofed footfalls make their way over something wooden. They stopped their nursing and turned around to see two more black Minotaur walk off a previously unseen shallow reinforced ramp. It was lit from above by natural indirect sunlight. Both bull beasts nodded silently and walked beyond the free standing wall. The guardsmen then received gentle nudges and began walking towards the ramp.

“Remember. Fill. Not change, Edward." One of the dad's called out.

“That goes for you too, Jesse." The other one added.

“Yeah, yeah. We got it." Edward assured.

“Go have your overdue quality time already." Jesse encouraged.

Jason and James had to squint their eyes a little, as they ascended up the ramp into the huge white painted loft above. Their eyes quickly adjusted, by the time they reach the floor of the loft and saw that it had already been filled to half capacity with hay bales. Some of the indirect illumination was coming from the nearby other half of the larger crystal from below. The rest from behind them, in the form of a large open doorway, the moment they turned around to face the front of the loft. There was a pleasant morning draft drifting across the exposed floor and gradually swinging the drooping rope on the pulley beyond the opening. This was obviously where the hay was loaded from below. The two large swinging doors were secured against the walls. Between them and the doorway was a huge white wooden platform bed, that looked like it was possibly made up of four individual king size beds that were simply put together. Dark red blankets were draped all over the twelve by twelve foot bed. They walked right up to it, then moved a couple blankets to the side in the middle and visually confirmed it was made of individual bed frames put together. The beds themselves looked sturdy enough to hold a massive amount of weight together. Both guardsmen looked at each other and grinned.

“I get the feeling we are in for some serious breeding." Jason commented.

“Is that a complaint?" James teased.

“Seriously? You want it more than me."

“Touche. What do you think?"

“About…"

“On our backs or knees."

“Backs of course."

“Yeah. Want to see what a bull's face looks like when he cums."

“With his tongue hanging out and all."

A soft wooden thud and metal latching sound is heard directly behind them. This motivates the two guardsmen to turn towards the outer wall where they came from up the ramp and see their dad's straightening back up from securing the end of it to the surrounding floor. All four stood in silence for a moment and admired each other's bodies, as their ears picked up on the muffled sounds of two familiar voices moaning from below. Jason and James smirked at the thought of what was likely happening.

“Your two squad mates have an interesting history." One father observed.

“They like being used and shared." The other one added.

“So who gets them first? The eight men or the two bull beasts?" Jason asks.

The black Minotaur slowly walk towards them, until their dripping exposed bovine spears are at arms reach of the guardsmen and stop. They look at each other and chuckle, before looking down at their sons and finally answer the question.

“There are no actual men down there."

“Not even Shamus is a man."

“Those two are being shared by ten Minotaur and one Wolf Brother."

“They will be busy for a while."

With those words, the fathers scooped their sons up into their arms and hugged the guardsmen close to them, then slowly began lowering the men down onto their dripping bovine spears. Both Jason and James let out a gasp of surprise at how warm those cocks felt, as contact was made with their pulsing anal entrances.

“Remember. Just breathe slowly son."

“Relax and just let it slide on in."

The two guardsmen closed their eyes and did exactly this, as their fathers kept a firm grip on their asses and slowly lowered them down onto the slick pulsing pink flesh. Both let out moans, as the pointed tips made contact with the prostate and glide across it. The bull beasts stopped the descent and lifted the two men up a little, to make the bovine spears glide back across that special spot. They closed their eyes now and savored the sensation of feeling the pulse of those prostates against the sensitive end of their shafts, before they stopped and then lowered their sons again. With each plunge inside the guardsmen, the sleek bovine spears sunk deeper and stretched the holes a little wider, eliciting beautiful moans form the two men. After a few more thrusts, the Minotaur were able to sink deep enough to sensually push their leaking pointed tips past the second entrance within the guts of all men. The fathers then stopped and simply held their sons in place, as they began allowing the flow of the syrup to surge a little stronger and begin dumping right into the deeper intended destination.

Both guardsmen jerked their heads back and opened their eyes, while gasping in surprise at how intense and wonderful that sensation felt. A long soft steady moan then escaped their open mouths, as their dad's opened their eyes and leaned them back a little, before sensually licking their chests. All four then heard the moans below change to that of men eliciting distinct sounds only heard during sex and experiencing new sensations. Their moans was quickly joined by many deep voices showering them with affections and encouraging them to keep going. The chorus of voices below finally triggered the two sons to have their first orgasm. Both leveled their heads and looked their dad's right in the eye, just before those huge bovine muzzles moved to their mouths and invaded them with those soft blunt tongues. Jason and James reached up to touch the cheeks of their dad's and closed their eyes again, as they allowed those tongues to explore every inch of their oral cavity.

The Minotaur then shifted a hand to their son's back and began to slowly tilt their bodies forward, while stepping up to the corners of the platform bed. The men immediately responded by shifting their open legs to rest and grip around the huge hips, as gravity attempted to pull them away. The father's put their other hand out and gripped the bed frame for leverage, before slowly lowering their sons' down onto their backs. To insure best comfort for their bent leg stance, the bull beasts made sure the guardsmen lay with their asses pointing at and sitting just past the corners on the blankets. Once the full weight of the men was resting on the beds, the father's rested their other hand on the middle dividing frame and broke the kiss. The sons then noticed the moaning below them had stopped. There was the occasional sound of a deep voice uttering more encouragement, but nothing more. Before either one could ask the obvious question, their father's answered.

“Jack and Terry are now being filled up."

“Now it is your turn as well."

“Just let us know when you had enough."

“We will stop and let your bodies absorb what we give you."

Jason and James finally looked at each other across the bed with a look of confusion, that soon transformed into that of excitement. They then looked at their dad's

“You can cum that much dad?" Jason asked.

“Yes we can son. We both have actually been cumming the whole time and just been slowly releasing it into your bellies." His father replied. “Do you feel it still flowing?"

Jason and James both nodded.

“We wanted to give you time to adjust and be comfortable with it and then slowly begin releasing more of it into you." The other father told his son.

“It feels… so warm and wonderful dad." James replies and rubs his belly.

Both then looked down and noticed a visible slight bulge, as they heard soft gurgling begin to echo inside them.

“Are you ready for more?" Jason's dad asked him.

The guardsmen looked at each other and smiled.

“We are ready." James replied this time.

“Alright then. Time for the real breeding to begin." James dad announced.

Both Minotaur then began slowly sliding their cocks back and forth inside their sons, knowing the buried girth inside the men was rubbing the prostates well enough to make them cum soon. The guardsman reached out with their hands and gripped the nearby bed frame to anchor themselves, as the sleek bovine spears proceeded to gradually sink deeper inside them with each thrust. Soon enough they had their second orgasm and the fathers closed their eyes, relishing the massaging of the convulsing anal ring muscle and the firm pulsing of pumping prostates against their cocks. The scent of their son's cum exploding into the air pushed them to finally let up on their control and begin to let the syrup flow unrestrained into the men below them.

Jason and James soon let out the first of many belches, as the gurgling in their bellies increased. They then felt the bovine spears sink into them at what seemed like an impossible depth and the sensation of the sheath make contact with their stretched holes. Both men looked down, just as the thrusting stopped and found they could no longer see their hard throbbing cocks. All they could see was a bulging belly that lost all muscular abdominal definition and was slowly becoming more rounded. The reality of so much cock and cum being inside them was the trigger for their third orgasm. Their heads smacked back against the mattress under them, as that release crashed through their bodies and mind with brutal force. They closed their eyes and moaned loudly as the last of their human cum shot out of their cocks in large persistent ropes. The sensation of releasing so much, took them back to their first wet orgasm and how amazing that felt to shoot out cum for the first time.

“Yes. Release it all and let it flow freely."

“Let the warmth in your belly grow and fill your body."

As per the encouragement, Jason and James simply let the cum continue to shoot out of their cocks and relished the warming sensation now spreading across their entire lower body. The belching and gurgling was beginning to subside, just as they felt their bellies begin to push their cocks up against the bellies of the bull beasts. They both looked down again and saw nothing but a single hairy round bloated mass of flesh. The warmth that had spread throughout that part of their body was now making its way upward, as their dad's continued to fill them with more syrup.

“Uh. Dad. Maybe stop before our bellies pop." Jason requested after laying his head back down.

“Your belly won't pop son. The stuff will simply move up your body." His dad assured.

“Then that means…"

“You won't get sick and be throwing it up. You will see."

“Why am I getting so warm?" James asked.

“Your body is absorbing some of it. That in turn is why you are feeling so good."

“So the more that goes in us, the hornier we get?"

“Pretty much son. Get ready for your next orgasm. It will be special."

With those words, both guardsmen felt the fourth release arrive. This time though it felt smoother and more powerful at the same time. They never felt their prostates throb so much before. The need to cum was also more intense and instead of crashing into them like a tidal wave, it felt more like a powerful flood persistently breaking free of a river bank and going everywhere it could flow. The air around them began to smell different, as what came out of their cock squished out from between the connected bellies and flowed across the skin of their waist. It was sweet and reminded them of breakfast syrup, as it's potency increased and they road out the perpetual orgasm. Although their minds had already been pretty fogged over with lust, the scent plunged them into the deepest depths of pure lust. Complex structured thinking fell completely apart and only basic thinking remained. They wanted only to be filled more and never stop cumming.

“Taste your first special load son." Jason's father offered, while both fathers raised a syrup coated finger to their son's mouth.

Both guardsmen opened their mouths and excepted the large coated finger, before closing their eyes and firmly closing their lips around the retracting appendage. If it had not been for their thoughts and reaction being slowed down by the haze of the syrup enhanced arousal, they would have had a knee jerk reaction of shock at what they just tasted. Instead they simply rolled their heads to the side and looked at each other with a mixed look of disbelief and pleasure. It now occurred to them what was filling their bellies and saturating their bodies. They licked their lips and recognized how readily their lust filled mind allowed the syrup in their mouths to affect it more and soon realized what was actually make them feel so aroused during the breeding. Jason and James slowly turned their heads and looked their fathers in the eye.

“More." They both slowly said. “Fill us with more."

“More is coming son." Both Minotaur fathers said in unison.

With those words, the ambient warmth began filling the guardsmen entire bodies. They felt like they were simply one big hormone stimulated throbbing cock, that needed to keep cumming and didn't care much about what that actually meant for them. They let their thoughts grow more simple and cared only about releasing more syrup, as their prostates continued to pulse and their cocks continued to cum persistently. The presence of the syrup filling them soon filled their stomachs and began making its way up their throats. The gurgling sound returned, as the syrup completely warmed their chest.

“Turn your heads to the side and keep them there son." One father advised.

“That way you don't suck the stuff into your lungs and drown." The other added.

“More." Was the only response, as the guardsmen did what they were told.

For a brief moment, while they were looking at each other, they saw the face of a good friend enjoying the best moment in his life. Then their basic thinking let their mind and sight drift off to somewhere else beyond the face and into empty space. Syrup soon began trickling out of mouths that began to hang open and drool, as the Minotaur continued pumping their sweet gift into their sons rounded bellies and officially initiate them into their new lives as syrup producers themselves. Although all noise below the loft had diminished to levels a human could not perceive, the bovine ears could here the sound of syrup being aggressively pushed through gurgling human fuck toys. Obviously those two men could handle a lot more and the Minotaur brothers below were giving it to them. The fathers looked at each and chuckled softly at the good fortune of finding two more Pilots. They looked back down and licked their lips lustfully at the site of now seeing the syrup actually flow out of their son's mouths in ripples. They would let this continue for a little longer and then stop the breeding. Their sons were no pilot candidates, but they would make great fellow bull brothers. That could wait.

“That there is now the full story of our encounter with the legendary Minotaur." James finished, while looking right into the lust filled eyes of Matt, as Nathan fucked and filled him with syrup.

He looked up past the column. Jack and Terry were in a sixty nine position, with each other's cock buried down their throat balls deep. They were making audible gulping and moaning sounds, while nursing each other through a very long continuous orgasm. The guardsman panned his head around and spotted Jason outside the room, sitting balls deep in the lap of a Minotaur and rubbing a swelling belly. Both just grinned at each other, before James turned his attention back to Matt.

“So now we just have to figure out how to repackage this tawdry little tale into a form that is presentable to the Council, when it comes time for the four of us to speak with them. But that can wait until after we are done with you. Something tells me you will want to be spending the night here with us and exploring what else you have been denying yourself over the last couple years with Cid."

James then bent down and began kissing the fellow guardsman long and passionately.

The vertical machine had been setting unattended for a while now, while playing one of the longer and more engaging videos on a continuous loop. None of the men on the research project were anywhere around the machine. The only sign of the loft itself still being occupied was the occasional soft moan and equally soft encouraging words coming from one of the three nearby rooms. The screen showed someone walking through what appeared to be a very sheltered and dimly lit walled path within the valley. This was due to there being a very dense amount of vegetation, that was spilling from far above and over the barely visible moss covered rocky walls. A visible haze hung in the air around the man walking and recording the video. He was not alone and was accompanied by a much bigger companion, that occasionally became visible when the view would swing to one side. The companion was a completely white Minotaur.

The path then began to dramatically widen, as soft moans and gurgling could be heard from above at this point. There was also the distinct sound like the vegetation was being disturbed and moved in much the same way as in a forest, when being pushed out of the way of travelers passing through it. The view directly ahead then revealed the source of these sounds and it was clear no one was disturbing the vegetation. The area itself was just as dimly lit and overgrown with plants, but it was more open at the same time and dominated by multiple tall trees with thick tan vine encrusted trunks. One could immediately tell the upper part of the trees, that formed the light reducing canopy overhead, was occupied by man and identical white Minotaur couples. They appeared to be suspended from the support branches via multiple thick vines and seemed to be just leisurely hanging in them.

The view then switched directly above the man with the recording box and presented a much clearer picture of what was actually happening here. The tanned man was hanging face down and kept relatively horizontal. His dark hair and beard was kept very short, with thick short body hair covering every visible part of him body beyond his face. Various thick vines wrapped all around his torso and limbs, keeping his arms secured against his sides, while the vertically suspended Minotaur was kept right behind him and had his arms secured the same way. Judging from how the man's legs were kept positioned over the bull beast's hips and how the huge hands were gripping the man's thighs, it was easy to see that the Minotaur was inside the man and filling him. This was blatantly demonstrated by the site of the man's gurgling belly being quite rounded, while being thoroughly covered with thick suspension vines. The same vines were keeping the Minotaur adequately suspended.

It also looked like the man's pecks had some noticeable mass to them, while his nipples were completely obscured by two green vines, attached around his nipples via three thick gripping leaves the size of a fist. His cock was also obscured the same way with a thicker green vine, that was showing visible rippling signs it was moving something away from him. Occasionally the other two nipple vines would ripple the same way. The Minotaur's pecs appeared to be exposed to the same treatment, while an even thicker orange vine planted in his ass was showing reverse rippling motion and pumping him full of something at the exact same rate. This likely explained why his belly was also quite round and resting on the man's rump. His head was pointing down a little, but it was doubtful he was actually looking at anyone or anything in particular.

Both had this far away look in their eyes, as the occasional moan would escape the open slack mouths. When they weren't moaning, syrup would begin running out of their mouths in gurgling ripples. It also appeared that the couple was being slowly hoisted upwards by the vines and would soon be up among the branches themselves, just like the other couples in the distance. The branches were quite far above the ground, at a distance easily equal to four floors. The source of the suspension vines appeared to be non localized and far up out of site amid the tree canopy. As for the ones doing the milking and filling, their source was more visible. It took on the form of a giant closed green flower bud attached to one of the thicker overhead branches and looked to be big enough to contain a couple men. The active vines came from an unseen place inside it, obscured by it's closed pointed tip form. Before the connected couple ascended any higher, the nearby white Minotaur reached up to cradle the man's head and kissed him passionately while the syrup was still coming out of his mouth. You could hear the bull beast gulp a little, as he drank it. He then walked up to the man out of site below view of the video and began kissing him the same way with equal passion. A gulping sound was soon heard and followed by a brief gasp, as the white bull beast pulled his head away and back into view. He then reached up to the suspended man's bulging gurgling belly and gave it long affectionate strokes, before the connected couple was lifted completely out of his reach up towards the milking source. The white Minotaur then looked towards the one recording the video and licked his lips seductively, before waving a hand to follow him deeper into the tree area.

“Now let's go find us an available spot Pilot." The Minotaur commented. “Today is the day you officially become one of us and start your new purpose as protector of the Labyrinth."

After walking for a short distance, the bull beast came to a stop and stepped aside. Hanging in plain sight was a single long orange vine as thick as the one seen lodged in the other Minotaur's ass and slightly swinging in the gentle draft blowing through the tree area itself. The end of it came to a gradual tapered point and strongly resembled a bovine spear. Syrup was seen occasionally dripping from the tip and also seemed to coat the outside spear section. The man out of frame slowly approached his companion, as the beast gently grabbed the hanging vine and aimed it towards his anal entrance under the tail, as it began to flex in his grip. Moans immediately escaped his muzzle, as he closed his eyes and allowed the vine to begin slowly snake it's way into his guts. One could easily see the belly begin to bulge a little, as his pink bovine spear began coming out of the sheath. The sight of this quickly filled the whole view, as the man walked on up to his bovine companion and then slowly turned around, just as three green vines with bulging blunt ends dropped down into view.

Human hands appeared and began guiding their flexing form to the two pecks that came into view, as he looked downward toward larger than normal nipples. Beyond his belly was sight of an equally larger hard cock, that was bobbing and dripping. Once the vines split open and secured themselves to the pecks, the thicker one was guided over the man's cock. Then very large white hands came into view, as one of them drifted down behind a thigh and the other brought a connected arm across the chest right under where the two pectoral milking vines were connected. The view leveled off and then slowly moved vertically, as the man was lifted up and then held in place for a brief moment.

“Ready?"

“Ready."

A moan then escapes the man's mouth, as the view then drifts downward just as slowly and then stops. Tan flexing vines then began descending into view and then directed by white guiding hands, as the view gradually tilts downward to eventually face the ground. A little time passes as more moans are heard and then interrupted with progressively longer periods of gurgling. Eventually the periods of gurgling become much longer, just as the view of the moss covered ground below begins moving away to show both are finally being slowly pulled up into the tree, to be perpetually filled and milked for a long time. Nothing more eventful happens in the video, as it plays out the slow vertical ascent. The viewer eventually is shown sight of long steady streams of syrup descend and fall to the ground far below, amid persistent soft gurgling from the man and Minotaur.