The Lure of the Labyrinth
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The Lure of the Labyrinth
By William W. Kelso
"While excavating this palace complex several years ago the archeologists stumbled across an amazing find," the tour guide droned, "what they feel may have actually been the origins of the famous; or infamous, Minotaur myth. Under a temple's ruins they found a series of natural caves with had been modified with the addition of additional passageways to form a true labyrinth, and carved over the entrance was a bull's head. Though probably used for storage it is understandable that the existence of the strange complex may have been partially responsible for the myth. Without a map; unless you knew the complex, it would be quite possible to get lost, and as they had only torches and small oil lamps it was easy to see how this may have happened more than once, so the disappearances of the missing people were attributed to a monster lurking somewhere in the depths of the cave. While the manmade part of the complex has been well explored, the natural caves go on for miles and it was deemed too dangerous to continue exploration after several minor cave-ins. Our tour will include the part of the labyrinth open to the public, but please stay in the lighted and marked areas. After this part of the tour we'll have a special dinner based on the foods the Minoans most likely eaten, and then we'll go back to the hotel until tomorrow. Follow me please."
What a LOAD; Bobby thought, as he tagged along in the back of the group of tourists. If he'd known most of his so-called vacation would be spent having boring people show him boring old ruins and other boring crap he'd have stayed home. Greece was BORING! He'd much rather be lying on a beach somewhere checking out the babes. Summer was supposed to be FUN, not more freaking educational crap! Like he CARED what some weirdo's wearing bathrobes were into fifty million years ago! Well, at least it's cooler in here, he thought as he followed the small crowd into a dark opening gaping in the ground. It was sweltering outside, but once inside the 'labyrinth' thing the temperature dropped to around 75 tops. Oh yeah, MUCH nicer; natural air conditioning!!
Bobby straggled along as the guide talked about more stuff he could have cared less about, if that was possible. The guy said something about carvings on the walls telling the myth of the Minotoad, or whatever the bull guy was called, and he did his best to stay awake. The dark openings with 'Do Not Enter' signs looked much more interesting, but he didn't want to chance them as falling down a hole would not be cool, and he didn't have flashlight. After some more time had passed; sure enough, he started to need to pee. Shouldn't have drunk that coke; he belatedly realized. But the tour went on and on, and soon he was doing the little 'I gotta go' dance, and there didn't seem to be the Minoan version of a bathroom anywhere. So he lagged further and further behind, and then ducked into a side passage that was fairly well lit for several feet; hurriedly undid his zipper, and, ohhhh, that felt GOOD! Ahhhh! As he pee'd on the floor he watched as the dirt and dust of millennium was washed away, and then his gaze narrowed as he saw a glint of...gold!! Finishing; a little too quickly resulting in a few wet spots on his pants, he excitedly crouched down; and despite the piss soaked mud he cleared the muck from the around the gold so he could see it better. It was a ring, a BIG one! Gripping it, he gave it a pull, but it didn't bulge. Bracing himself, he pulled again, but it was no go. Clearing away some more ammonia scented mud he finally realized it was stuck; jammed in a crack, really well. Another tug or two and he knew he'd need something to give him some more leverage, and/or chip away at the stone. But, shit, he did have anything with him! And; double shit, he could hear the tour returning! Quickly he kicked some mud over the golden object, and as the tour passed he slipped in behind it and no one noticed a thing. He knew he should report his find; but fuck that, it was HIS gold ring, he'd found it! He sniffed his fingers, ewww, now he really needed to find a bathroom!
Bobby fretted all the rest of the day, anxious to return to the ruins and retrieve the golden treasure. He was sure it was worth millions! After the 'Minoan' dinner; which was all right if you liked olives, olive oil, unleavened bread, and more olives, he waited impatiently until his mom and dad had settled down and went to bed, which seemed to take forever. Fortunately they were sound sleepers, and didn't notice as he snuck out, taking the LED 'emergency' flashlight from his mom's purse. For such a small flashlight the thing put out a beam like a searchlight, and it was perfect for his needs. Next he had to find some tools, so raided one of the hotels maintenance sheds scoring a large heavy duty screwdriver, small pry bar, and a hammer. Then he disappeared into the night, hoping no one had seen the young American leave the hotel's premises. It wasn't that far to the ruins, maybe four miles, and the night was clear, a full moon providing almost daylight bright light, but it did make the shadows even more pronounced and dark. But except for an encounter with a stray goat; which scared the crap out of him when it walked up behind him and gave a friendly 'B-AAA?', he made it to the ruins with no trouble.
Man; he thought, this place is definitely creepier at night then it is in the daytime. The partially restored temple and other ruins looked like a black and white photograph, and it reminded him of the setting for some old monster movie. It wouldn't have surprised him that much to see some dude in old ace bandages staggering around, or some guy in a cape giving babe's major hickies. Reaching the entrance to labyrinth he groaned as he saw the heavy iron barred gate had been shut, but lucked out when it wasn't locked, but then his luck cratered when the lights wouldn't come on. Well, he'd come prepared, so took out the flashlight and clicked it on. Oh yeah; should have been a Boy Scout!
With the help of the light he found his way to the spot he'd seen the gold ring fairly easily, and as he scraped away the now dry dirt he soon uncovered it again. Oh yeah! Setting the light down he pried at the ring with the screwdriver a little, with no success. Next he tried the pry bar, with the same result. He tried to be as careful as possible; not wanting to damage it, but as time passed he became increasingly frustrated. So finally he muttered 'Fuck this.', and sticking the shaft of the screwdriver through the part of the ring visible he grabbed the handle, braced himself, and heaved as hard as he could. Once, twice, and then fell on his ass as the ring suddenly came loose, and flew into the tunnel with a serious of musical clinks as it bounced across the floor. Well...crap! He thought as he rubbed his sore butt. He shined the light down the dark tunnel, and then twisted the lens to narrow the beam. And...there! About twenty feet down the tunnel he could see the gleam of the gold ring. All right, come to papa! I'm rich!
He didn't like the look of the tunnel; it was shored up in spots with really old looking wood beams and planks; and little piles of dirt had leaked through in places, so took it easy as he made his way to the spot where the ring was lying on the floor of the tunnel. Bending over he picked it up, shining the light on it, and then suddenly the floor gave away and he fell screaming into darkness.
Luckily it wasn't that far, and his cries ended abruptly as he landed on a pile of soft dirt and sand. But as more sand and dirt; and now rocks too, showered down on him he got up and ran into a tunnel. When the cave-in stopped he shined his light to find the tunnel solidly blocked with who knew how many feet of debris including large stone blocks. He felt a moment's panic; frantically shining his light around, but calmed as he realized the tunnel he was in now was solid, being natural stone, and since there was a steady flow of air he wasn't cut off and wouldn't suffocate. But now the question was; where the FUCK was he, and how did he get out?? He thought maybe he should wait until help came, but he quickly realized that was a waste of time. No one knew he was here, and would anyone notice a new cave in, in a tunnel with a 'Do Not Enter' sign? Man, was he in deep shit, up to his neck and then some. He was SO in trouble. He realized he was still gripping the large gold ring, and slipped into his pocket and; having no real choice, he turned from the cave-in and made his way deeper into the cave. The tunnel was tall and wide enough that he made his way easily, at least he didn't have to crawl around on his hands and knees, and he could tell that in places the rock had been worked by hand.
Man, this place is huge, Bobby realized after wandering aimlessly for over an hour. He had used a rock to scratch on the walls whenever he turned down a new tunnel at the frequent intersections, and had to yet to go in any circles as he worked his way deeper into the cave. The tunnels had gotten fairly narrow sometimes, but were easy to walk in as the ceilings were high, but suddenly the one he was exploring exited into a much larger area, a real cavern. He could see stalactites and stalagmites, flowstone, and other natural cave formations now. And he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw a large pool of calm clear water. At least he wouldn't die of thirst. Getting down on his hand and knees he took a long drink of the crisp cold water, and then noticing something glinting in its depths he shined the light into the pool, and with a yell he stood up. It was a skull, a human skull!! It looked at him from the bottom of the pool, and as he shined the light around he realized to his horror there were more of them!! And other bones, lots of them! And not just in the pool, but piled up everywhere in untidy heaps! Some had been there so long they had lime coating them from the dripping water. And I just drank out of that; he thought, as he gagged and spit. At least they'd been dead a long time! But, ohhh, gross to the max!
Man, what IS this place!?! Bobby wondered as he shined the light around. Some sort of crypt or catacombs?? But no, the skeletons weren't complete, just random heaps of bones. And what was that??? Shining the light he moved closer to something he could see in the dim reaches of the large cavern. What the...?? It was a chair; or throne of some kind, carved out of solid rock! And the seat came up almost to his armpits, whoever that chair was for must have been freaking huge. It was very simple, except for the carved head of a bull on the top of the back rest. As he looked at the carving he realized he'd seen it before. It's that Minotaur guy! And in its nose was a...ring! A ring he'd seen before, and digging into his pocket he dug out the large heavy gold ring. It was plain, a round gold band almost an inch thick and about three inches in diameter. No way was it for a finger, it's a nose ring, he realized! And it was identical to the one in the carving! Shining his light around some more he realized the 'throne' wasn't the only furnishings in the cavern. Flanking the huge chair were too equally large bronze braziers, caked with verdigris and blackened from ancient fires. And there were scattered holders for torches on the walls, some with old rotten torches still in them. Mixed in with the bones were rotted bits of leather, and he saw an old bronze helmet that looked like something really big had stepped on it, pieces of bone still inside. He looked around to see if he could find anymore gold or other treasure, but there was nothing. The only sound was dripping water, and though he was positive he was alone the charnel house was really...scary, so he decided to do some more exploring. He was sure the archeologist dudes would be really interested in this freaky place; maybe he'd get a reward or something. That would be so cool!
Behind the 'throne room' he found some more tunnels, and one led to a...dungeon. There were small carved cells flanking the tunnel, and in many skeletons were chained to the wall, some having collapsed into heaps, others still articulated, their empty eye sockets staring at him. This is getting weirder and freakier, Bobby thought as he continued his explorations.
One of the other tunnels led to what could only be called a bedroom; or something like one. There was a large heap of rotted pillows and pads; the stuffing leaking through the ancient cloth, that could only be the remains of a bed, a big one. And again there were skeletons, some chained to the walls, others to the carved raised stone dais the 'bed' was on. There were also some heavy wooden and metal...frames or racks of some kind in the room, perfectly preserved in the cool dry air. The remains of a skeleton was shackled to one of them, the skull's mouth open in a silent scream. Ohhhkay; Bobby thought, time to blow this creep joint, I have GOT to get out of this freaky place!
But the other tunnels he explored all led back to the main cavern, and the only one that seemed to offer any real hope was mostly blocked by large fallen rocks. There was a very narrow opening at the top of the debris, and he could feel fresh air blowing through it, but the rocks were way too heavy for him to move. So he went back to the cavern, and despite the grisly remains in the bottom of the pool he got another drink of water. He figured any contamination was long gone, at least he hoped so. But now his main worry was the flashlight was getting dimmer, and he sure as HELL did not want to get stuck here in the dark with a bunch of skeletons for company. Nope, uh-uh, no way, no how! So he kept exploring, the light slowly getting dimmer and dimmer, but the tunnels either all led back to the cavern, dead ended, or were blocked. He began to fear that the skeletons might soon have a new member of their silent club of death.
As the flashlight became little more brighter than a candle he found a small room carved into the rock wall of one of the nearby tunnels. It had a shelf stacked with ancient torches, and several very large clay jars with what looked like waxed stoppers in them. I wonder, he thought. Taking out his Bic lighter he picked up one of the torches, and the thing caught on fire! It didn't burn very brightly, but was a hell of a lot better than nothing. Curious about the jars; maybe they were full of treasure, he tried to lift one. Grunt, no way, it weighed a ton! Using the screwdriver he popped the lid off, and shining the failing flashlight in he could see...water? Sticking his finger in, he pulled it out and it looked, and smelled, greasy. As he held it up to sniff it his hand passed near the guttering torch, and suddenly his finger was on fire!
"Yieeee! Ow, ow, ow!!" Bobby yelped, dancing around and waving his hand until the flames went out, and to his relief he wasn't burned. Oil, that's fucking oil!! He realized, and taking another torch he dipped it in the jar, and then lit it; and the torch burned amazingly bright and with very little smoke. How old IS this stuff, he wondered? Well, old or not, it still worked! At least he wouldn't be fumbling around in the pitch dark. Seeing a smaller empty jar sitting on the same shelf as the torches he got an idea, and filling it with the thick aromatic oil he carried it back into the cavern, and filling one of the braziers he lit it, and with a loud 'whoosh' it ignited, the flames lighting the cavern throwing weird dancing shadows as they flickered at first, then settled down to a steady bright glow. Refilling the jar he lit the other brazier, and then got several torches and soaked them in the oil he lit them and put them in some of the holders scattered around the cavern. It made a BIG difference, it almost made the place cozy, for part of Hell.
Now that the whole place was fairly well lit Bobby was appalled at the number of skeletons scattered randomly around the cavern. And flanking the 'throne' were skulls stacked in pyramids. Jesus, he realized, there must be hundreds! What the HELL had gone on down here?? Not all were human, but a large number were. He could recognize horses, dogs, goats, and there were other animal bones he couldn't identify. Repulsed, yet fascinated, he looked at some of them and they looked...chewed on, by something with really big, really sharp, teeth. The larger bones had been split to get out the marrow, and many of the skulls had been cracked open, he guessed to get the brains out. Sick. Nervously he looked around the cavern, even though he knew whatever it had been was long gone. Were their mountain lions in Greece, or bears??
Using the new light source he explored some more, but it looked like the only two ways in and out; the way he'd come, and the other blocked tunnel, were the only exits. I'm fucked; he thought as he morosely climbed up and sat on the weird throne. He must have spent at least a whole day or longer exploring the tunnels, but as much as they twisted and turned; crossing one another at numerous intersections, they all led back here, a dead-end. There were more tunnels to explore, but he was exhausted. Finally he lay down on the seat of the 'chair', and despite the hard stone surface, fell asleep.
As he slept Bobby muttered and tossed, pawing at the air, as dreams filled his sleeping mind. Horrible dreams full of terror and fear, but instead of being chased by a monster sometimes he WAS the monster. He ran through dark poorly lit tunnels, screaming, never able to quite see what was chasing him. But then people were running from him, screaming in horror, begging for their lives when he caught them. Just before he woke up he dreamed he had caught a pretty young woman, and stripping her had been about to mount her, then woke up with a loud gasp to find out he was drenched in sweat, his cock harder than it ever had been before. He seldom had nightmares, and usually didn't remember much about them, but these dreams remained fairly vivid. With a groan he put his face in his hands and breathed deeply. God, he's been scared shitless in the dream, and still was! At least when he was being chased, but when HE had been doing the chasing it had felt...exhilarating, and he had been horribly aroused, his only desire to slack his lust. And the woman he'd been about to...rape, had been so much smaller the he was, and there had been something about him...something more than just his size, but he couldn't quite remember what it was. But most of all there had been a feeling of power, great power, and a horrible uncontrollable lust and feral joy. It must be this place, he thought, it was enough to give anyone nightmares. God knew what had gone on here. Maybe the 'throne' had been an altar, and the bones the remains of sacrifices. But then, why the animal bones?? And why had they been eaten? Cannibals? He hadn't heard anything about that kind of stuff in the Greek legends he'd heard.
Having finally calmed down, his aching erection fading, he noticed that most of the torches were guttering; or had gone out, but the braziers still burned brightly even though the oil level in them was low. No way did he want to get stuck here in the dark, so he got up to go and get some more oil. Luckily there was a lot of it, and it lasted a long time.
Two days later; or he estimated it at two days, Bobby was really starting to panic, and despair of ever getting out of the horrible place. He'd explored every tunnel and passage he could find, many more than once. And they all led back to the 'throne room', dead-ends or were blocked by old cave-ins. There was no way out. He had water, but he was starting to feel hunger, plus it seemed to be getting colder as he got weaker. He tried to sleep as little as possible; huddling near a burning brazier for warmth, as otherwise the dreams would come again. And they were becoming even longer and more vivid, and profoundly disturbing. And the last time he'd dreamed he'd finally mounted the woman he'd been chasing; the woman screaming as he fucked her, and to his shock had woken up to find his pants drenched with pre and cum, his first wet dream ever. But it had been horrible, he hadn't made love to the woman, he'd raped her brutally! But it had felt so...good, so horribly good in the dream. Even the woman's terror had...excited him. With a moan he got up and went to the pool of water and did his best to clean his soiled pants, disturbed that such a horrible thing could have excited him to the point of cumming in his sleep.
A few days later, starving, he had a different dream. Instead of the horror of being chased, or doing the chasing, it had instead been about the ring he'd found. It had promised delivery from his torment, and power, incredible power. But he couldn't remember the details no matter how hard he tried, the dream was much vaguer then the others had been. Maybe, he thought, because he was so weak and hungry. He had returned to the cave-in several times, yelling and pounding on the rock with an rusty bronze rod he'd found, but there had been no answer. They don't even know where to look for me, he realized. No one knows I'm down here, and I'm going to die here, one more pile of bones. Unless... the ring? Was it magic? Maybe it did have some sort of power, would get him out of here like the dream promised. But it was just a dream, a crazy dream. But, what did he have to lose??
Taking the heavy gold ring out of his pocket he examined it for the thousandth time. The lump of gold he'd risked his life for, and might lose it for. A stupid ring. 'My precious.' he thought, giggling. Oh man, I'm losing it! Come on, pull it together dude! OK, he thought, how do I use it? How does it get me out? Then it occurred to him, it was a nose ring! So he lifted it up to his nose; but how could he use the thing, it didn't have a break in it, the ring was solid. But as he pressed the cool metal against his nose there was a sudden sharp pain, and with a yelp he tried to pull it away, but it was stuck! He yanked, and gave another yelp of pain, and reaching up found it was now pierced through the center of his nose, his nostrils pushed out by the thick gold ring! And his hands came away wet with blood, his blood! But there wasn't much, and it stopped as suddenly at it had started. He tugged on the ring, but it wouldn't budge. Oh, fucking great, he thought, now I'll die with a damn gold ring in my nose like some stupid cow! He tugged it again, but it was on to stay. And it was heavy, pulling his nose down, and resting on his lips and chin. OK, where was the power?? He'd done it, now how did he get OUT of this freaky hellhole?!? But there was no answer, just the unaccustomed; and uncomfortable, weight on his face. With a resigned sigh he went to the water pool, took a long drink, and then curled up next to a brazier. God he was tired.
Bobby woke with a snort, and...burped. A great belching exhalation that caught him totally by surprise. And why was his face and hands so sticky, and what WAS that smell? And, he suddenly realized, I'm not hungry anymore! In fact, he felt stuffed, his belly bulging noticeably! He'd slept soundly; no dreams even, but he knew something was very wrong. The braziers had almost burned down so he'd been asleep for quite some time, so he made his way to the storage room, and returning he refilled the reservoirs in the braziers, the flames brightening again. And as they did he saw something lying at the base of the 'throne', something white. With a sinking feeling he walked over and looked down at it, it was a goat, or what was left of one. It had been...butchered, torn apart, and fed on. It looked like a large portion of the guts had been eaten, and one leg had been pulled off and chewed on, and the bites were...human shaped. He looked at his hands again, and in the brighter light could see the dried blood on them, blood also soaking his shirt and pants, and there was something stringy stuck between his teeth in places. Oh...oh my God, he thought, he'd killed and eaten an animal...raw, but had NO memory of doing it! But the proof was irrefutable, it was lying in front of him, and his belly was full, his strength returning. In fact he felt...wonderful. But...how??? WHY?? He must have found a way out, walking in his sleep, delirious from hunger, and killed the poor goat. So, there must be an entrance somewhere, one which he'd overlooked somehow!
Taking some torches he explored the seemingly endless maze of tunnels and passages again, but found nothing! But that was impossible!! Finally he gave up, exhausted again, but was scared to go to sleep. It was that fucking ring, it had to be!! Its heavy weight felt like it was stretching his nose, his lips feeling swollen as well, and with an angry grunt he pulled on it as hard as he could, but it wouldn't budge. It should have torn right through the cartilage it was pierced through, but it just wouldn't come loose! He finally gave up, and as the hours passed his need for sleep grew until he had to give in to the inevitable, and curling up he fell asleep almost instantly. The dreams returned, ten times as horrible and vivid as before. It was like watching a movie in which he was one of the main actors, sometimes a victim, but more often the monster. And he woke up again with a shout of fright, but was still curled up by the now barely flickering light of the brazier, his cock rock hard and erect as usual. Try as he could he was unable to remember much about the monster itself, even when he had been 'it', just that it was large and powerful, and filled with a horrible hunger and lust.
Having replenished the oil in the brazier Bobby was sickened to find that most of the rest of the goat had been eaten, and he still felt full. In fact he was so full his pants and shirt felt uncomfortably tight, so he loosened his belt a couple of sizes. But his shirt remained too tight, but there was nothing he could do about that. He didn't want to take it off, so left it on. It must have shrunk a little, cheap Chinese made piece of crap. It had certainly gotten wet enough from the slimy feeling sweat he'd been perspiring while he slept, not to mention the blood, and the dips in the pool of water that had done little to clean it. As he determinedly re-explored the same tunnels again he also realized his feet were starting to feel sore as well, but at least he didn't have any blisters.
After another useless day of wandering around in the labyrinth he finally found his way back to the 'throne' room, and exhausted, fell asleep again. The dreams came again, but now they seemed almost routine, normal, more like memories then dreams. But the sexual ones were the most vivid, and disturbing. He awoke with another aching erection, but at least he hadn't soiled himself again. But the dreams lingered longer than usual, and he 'remembered' what it had felt like to take a woman, the pleasure it had given him, and his penis remained rock hard and aching. Undoing his pants he let them slip off, and leaning against the throne he masturbated furiously; as fast as he could, and when he reached release he gave a loud guttural grunt of pleasure, thick ropes of cum blasting from his throbbing cock. "Ohhhh-UGHHH!" he gasped, it had never been that...intense before! But while it had felt wonderful, it did little to slack his lust.
He went over to the water pool to clean himself as best he could, and as he knelt and bent over his pants split up the rear, and his shirt tore across his back. Shit, he thought, standing up, and realized with surprise that the cuffs of his pants barely reached the top of his socks anymore! And his feet hurt even worse now. Sitting down he pulled his shoes and cocks off, and blinked in surprise. Getting up he went over closer to the light from the braziers, and looked again. There was something...wrong with his feet!! His toes had grown together into two large lumps on each foot, swollen and disfigured looking! As he bent over and examined them in confusion his shirt ripped further, so with a "Shit!" he tore it off, little more than rags remaining. And since when had he been so...ripped?!? Running his hands over his chest he could feel his pecs and six pack, his skin tight over the muscles. His soft pooch of a belly was gone, his skin tight. Must be the fact he hadn't eaten much lately, at least not...regularly. He'd really thinned down, and bulked up at the same time. That was kind of nice, but what the Hell was the matter with his feet? He realized he needed to take a dump, really bad, so went to the 'bedroom' and got some rags from the 'bed' to use as toilet paper, and relieved himself down a tunnel. He didn't want to stink up the throne room. As he was cleaning himself he frowned as he found a bulge at the base of his spine, right at the top of his crack. It felt tender, like a big zit or boil, but didn't really hurt unless he messed with it. Must be from sleeping on the cold stone floor, he reasoned.
As he went back to the main chamber with the throne he felt a lot better, man he'd needed that! But the only problem now was he was hungry again, his belly growling. Maybe there was some of that goat left?? But even as he thought that he was appalled. Oh God, no way, that was gross!! He may have eaten it while he was sleepwalking, and he still wasn't so sure it had really been him, but no way was he going to eat raw meat while he was awake! Plus it was a few days old by now; can you spell 'food poisoning'. So, uh-uh, that was a no brainer. And he had another problem anyway; he kept getting boners, really hard aching ones. So far he'd resisted jacking off again, but doubted he could much longer. It would just be too...weird to do it in this place again.
As Bobby slept he dreamed again, but it was different this time. He was outside, walking through some trees in bright moonlight. He was looking for something, his penis rigid, rampant, aching for relief. And he found what he was looking for, a small herd of goats. And in the dream he mounted one of the goats, coupling with it brutally, orgasm after orgasm racking his body as he lunged into the squealing and bleating animal. Then after one final massive climax his awareness of the dream faded away; and he woke with a scream; and then screamed even louder as he found a dead partially devoured goat lying in his lap, and he realized he was sitting on the throne. He was drenched with blood, and with a yell of revulsion he got up, the carcass sliding from his lap with a wet splat. And where were his pants?! He was butt naked, and there was no sign of them anywhere! And looking everywhere he found only one shoe, the tattered remains of a sock still inside of it. But that was only the start of the day's horrors.
Sitting back down on the edge of the blood stained throne he lifted his legs one by one and whimpered as he saw his feet, or more correctly, his hooves! Heavy split hooves, black and shiny. Then there was the brown hair, or fur, that was growing in patches all over the parts of his body he could see. And as he examined himself he felt his cock stir, and soon the unwanted erection was full blown and needy, and his cock was...different. Longer, thicker, and he couldn't be positive but he thought this balls were larger as well. Hell, HE was larger! Before he would have had to almost climb up onto the throne, now he could rest his rear on it easily, though he still had to slide back to rest his back against the backrest. And on top of that he had two small, but sharp, bumps on the sides of his head, and his ears felt...fuzzy, and moved when he touched them.
Trembling with fear, not knowing what he would find, he went to the pool of water; carrying a torch, and looked into its perfectly still surface. A twisted grotesque face stared back at him, neither human or animal, but a combination of both. Part human, part...cow. Or more correctly, bull. Human eyes stared out a face with a short blunt muzzle, the heavy gold ring resting on large rubbery lips; but it didn't seem so large now, long fur covered ears jutted up, two small horns pushing out from under its hair. He blinked in horror, and it blinked back. That Minotaur guy, I'm...I'm changing into something like him, Bobby realized in horror. I'm not human anymore!! And that dream, it wasn't one!! I really did...f-fuck a goat, and then I ATE it!! With a great bellowing scream he got up and ran down one of the tunnels leading to a cave-in; hooves clopping loudly in the narrow tunnel, and desperately he clawed and dug at the debris, digging and trying to move the huge rocks until his fingers were raw and blistered, bruised and throbbing painfully. As he bent over, straining to lift a large block, he felt a sudden wet feeling at the base of his spine as the boil ruptured from his exertions, and reaching around behind felt what he already knew he would find. A tail, a short tail ending in a tuft of hair. Leaning against the cold stone wall he let himself slide down, holding his deformed head in his hands, sobbing. No, no, noooo, I don't want to be like this!! Furious, he tore at the nose ring, but it refused to come loose no matter how hard he pulled, or how painful it became. Finally he gave up. Noooo. Please, not this!
Bobby pushed his way through a thick tangle of bushes, and found himself standing outside under a moonlit sky in...how long had it been? He was starving, and as he'd slept fitfully he'd suddenly 'remembered' the secret entrance, the hidden door activated by an almost impossible to find lever; that was unless you knew it was there. And somehow he did. But now he was unsure what to do. He was free, but he was no longer...human. For some reason he now thought of the labyrinth as his home, safe, hidden, his...domain. But shouldn't he find help? Find some way to stop this...this horror?? But first he had to take care of a need, and with a groan he leaned against a nearby tree and started to slide his other hand up and down his horrible deformed penis where it jutted from his sheath, aching with need. His glans was almost gone, the tip of his cock more pointed now, and thicker but tapered. It felt wonderful as he pleasured himself, his cock throbbing in pleasure as he slid his hand up and down its slick length, and when he orgasmed he gave a bellow of ecstasy at spurts of thick cum drenched the bark of the tree and splattered on the ground. Since his lust was temporarily slaked he quickly found the other need he was driven to satisfy. He easily picked up the large goat, breaking its neck, and ate some of it right there, slobbering and grunting in pleasure as he feasted, unable to stop himself though the human part was horrified. Then the edge of his horrible hunger blunted he slung the carcass over his shoulder and returned to the place he knew he belonged now.
Bobby sat on the throne and stared into the cavern, his aching erection jutting up from between his legs, throbbing, needy, and inhuman shaped. Longer, tapering, thicker where it emerged from a penis sheath, his heavy swollen balls resting on the cool stone, the baseball sized orbs cradled in a pink tinted scrotum. Drool dripped from his large rubbery lips as he licked his thick tongue over them trying to control the worst of the nonstop slobbering. Raising a hand with three thick clumsy fingers and thumb; all with thick black nails, he rubbed his sensitive wet snout. Damn ring made it itch. At least he was no longer aware of its weight, his large blunt muzzle supported it easily now. It was night now; somehow he just knew, and later he would venture out and slack his...needs. Or try to, it was so hard. So far he'd managed to keep them from getting too unbearable, from giving in to them entirely, but it was so hard, and growing harder. He knew he was still changing, but much slower now. Finally sensing it was time he rose from the now normal sized seeming 'throne', and moved off down a dark tunnel, his hooves clopping hollowly. He no longer needed a torch, he could see just fine in the pitch dark now.
Reaching a seemingly blank wall at the end of the runnel he pushed a hidden lever, and with a smooth rasping sound the wall slid aside to reveal another seemingly natural cave. He wasn't sure how he'd found the secret entrance, he just one day seemed to 'remember' it was there. It was so hard to tell the dreams from reality anymore. He exited, pushed another lever to seal the door, and then after a short distance reached the mouth of the cave. He pushed through a thick cover of bushes, and found himself in the open air. He flared his nostrils, grateful for the fresh air. But now it was time to...hunt.
Bobby knew were to go, he'd been coming here for some time. The small herd of cows was penned in a pasture enclosed by ancient stone walls, and he seemed to remember he'd come here once before, long ago. The first night he'd visited the cows had become stirred up and spooked, but they were used to his 'visits' by now. Eagerly he approached a cow he'd mated with before, and as he mounted her he gave a loud low of pleasure as his aching cock slid between the rubbery wet lips of her sex. Ohhhh God, that feels so good!!! He thought as he serviced the mooing and grunting cow, lowing and grunting himself from the bestial pleasure as he mated with her. He knew it was wrong, that what he was doing was speeding up the change; sealing his fate as the sexual pleasure slowly awakened something deep inside him, but he had no choice, the lust was unbearable, the pleasure incredible. He slobbered as he lunged into his cooperative mate; long thick tongue lolling over teeth much too sharp for an herbivore, as he desperately tried to slack his unnatural lust. And it just kept increasing, it was becoming harder and harder to satisfy those horrible needs. Gripping her in front of her hind legs he thrust faster and faster, and then with a guttural bellow of bovine ecstasy he reached orgasm, his huge cock throbbing, his balls straining as his thick inhuman cum filled the lowing cows sex. He paused for a minute, breathing heavily, and then with a grunt began thrusting again, insatiable. Oh, ohhhh, it felt so...so good! And she was not the only cow he would mate with this night, and then once he'd slaked the worst of his lust he would have another...hunger to slake.
Bobby sat on his throne; though that name seemed almost a dream now, and chewed on the carcass of a mostly devoured goat. He relished the taste of the sweet raw flesh, the fur on his muzzle and chest soaked with blood as he feasted. The pointed tip of his penis stirred and slid several inches out of its sheath, and he gave a grunt of anticipation. Soon, soon he would have to go forth and slake that need as well. Using his fangs he tore another large chunk off the goat, chewing with delight. But no matter how much he ate, it was never quite enough. He was even larger now, his horns several feet long, his form massive, powerful, an inhuman blend of man and bull, a beast.
Finishing his 'meal' he stood up with a grunt, long tail swishing behind him, massive softball sized testicles sagging down between his powerful legs, his long dark red colored penis sliding further out of its sheath, the tapered pointed length and thick furry sheath entirely that of an animal, a bull. It was time to try and slake his lust, but somehow he knew tonight the cows alone would not be enough. He would have to find another...mate, and bring her here to share his domain. The first of many; for he would require a harem to try and keep himself satisfied, regularly replenishing it as his older mates wore out. With a grunt of anticipation he rose from his throne, and ventured out into the night.
The huge beast on the throne grunted in pleasure as the female impaled on his huge erection writhed helplessly, and lowering his muzzle he ran his long muscular tongue over her large breasts, her nipples swollen and hard. He had mounted her from behind, and then lifted her into the air impaled on his cock, the woman kicking and squirming helplessly. Now he was sitting on his throne, the female slowly sliding down his shaft as his penis slid deeper into her straining sex. She moaned as he pulled down on her slim waist until he hilted in her impossibly stretched pussy, his cock penetrating past her cervix and into her womb, and holding her steady he began thrusting slowly and steadily, enjoying himself immensely. I like this one, his bestial mind dimly realized, she was larger than the others, better able to...accommodate him. He ignored the annoying thoughts of another in the back of his mind, fluttering like a moth. His new 'host' had been strong and had resisted for a long time, but He was in charge now, the beast ruled. Other moans and sobs came from the nude figures shackled to the walls and base of his dais awaiting their turn to service their master. Soon the dungeon would be full as well as his harem grew. Grunting in pleasure he began servicing the shuddering female with faster thrusts, easily lifting her up and slamming her back down on his aching cock, even the lip of his sheath penetrating her now. Oh yessss, the pleasure!! Soon, oh yessss...!
His cock throbbed eagerly, pulsing as it exploded in an intense bestial orgasm as it filled the moaning female with thick hot cum, and as the waves of ecstasy finished washing away the last faint memories of someone named Bobby; and his own memories returned for good, the Minotaur threw back its head and gave a loud bellow of euphoria. "MOOOAAAWWWWW!!"
The labyrinth had a new master, he was home. "I LIVE!!!"
The End
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