Blood soaked the field as the death rattle of countless men hollowed the survivors. Bodies covered bodies as their bowels mixed into a putrid concoction, an offering to Hades. The victors scoured the landscape, searching for their fallen comrades. The odd tear falling in despair for those who will never be seen again. All bodies accounted for except one, raising doubts of cowardice and desertion.
Dienekes gradually awoke in the darkness, his limbs aching from the scrapes and bruises that had set. The slash to his side, landing just under his chest plate had sealed and was much shallower than initially assumed. He had survived the battle, that had claimed so many of his comrades, but a new challenge had presented itself.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness as the traces of light allowed for only the briefest of sight. Fumbling around, he came across a wall, cool to the touch and slightly damp. Resting his weight on it, Dienekes rose. Across from him, he could faintly make out another, identical wall. Each stretching long into the darkness.
One thought filled his mind. ‘Where am I?’
Picking a direction, Dienekes slowly traversed the dark passage. The wall was stable and held most of his weight as his legs dragged beneath him. After some time, he felt a corner on the wall, angling away from him. The effort to get here had left him exhausted, air coursing though his mouth as he fought off the pain. Even in the limited light, he could tell that his eyes were shifting in and out of focus.
After what felt like hours, he realized that he could vaguely make out the scene before him. Black on black, the faint outlines of an intersection came into view. In that moment, the only question on his mind was answered. Dienekes had stumbled into the labyrinth, a never-ending maze of corridors that few had ever escaped from.
The stories he’d heard as a child flooded his memory as he fought off the despair creeping over his senses. His training, while not exactly preparing him for this situation, would see him through, at least he hoped.
Regaining his composure, Dienekes reoriented himself for the task at hand. In the darkness, there was no way to identify what was at the end of each hallway. No sounds came from any direction. No vibrations, nothing to indicate danger or salvation. His breath had returned, allowing him to breath in the dank air through his nose, revealing there was a single ounce of hope. A slow, cool breeze was traveling from the corridor before him.
Lunging himself from one wall to the next, he moved towards the source of the fresher air.
The corridor stretched on and on as he dragged his injured body towards what he hopped was an exit. Even in the darkness, Dienekes could tell that the hallway was ever so slowly getting wider until the wall he was leaning on sharply turned away from him. He fell to the ground, the scraping of metal on stone reverberating through the room he found himself in.
Every tender spot revolted in pain on impact, driving the wind from his lungs as he gasped to retrieve it. Momentary flashes of light filled his vision, blinding him as he attempted to lay motionless. After several minutes, his strength had persevered.
Much slower than before, he dragged himself up the wall once more.
A warm, moist, air engulfed his neck, freezing every muscle in his body. Again, the air encircled him as he peered behind himself. A shadow in the darkness came into view, towering over him. The outline of its shoulders twice as large as his own, he let out a soft instinctual yelp.
The creature lifted it’s arm, sending a strong musk barreling towards Dienekes. In a moment of action, he bolted away from the creature. Stumbling down the hall he had just came, every joint and muscle screaming for rest, he fled. At the intersection he came across before, he darted to the right, arms grasping through the darkness for something, anything.
Without stopping, he turned his head to see if the beast was gone, when he felt his body make impact with an immovable object. The impact rattled through his body as he collapsed into unconscious.
The throbbing of his head slowly awoke him. Squinting through his eyes, there was light. Upon opening them further, he found a small fire snapping away in a stone brazier in the center of a room of gray stone. He was alive. More than that, his limbs had relaxed their agony.
Moving to get up, he found a rough wool blanket covering his body. His naked body. In his vulnerable position, he froze. Glancing around the room, he was alone.
Fear washed away, he again moved to get up.
The room was simple, a couple of massive double-sided axes scattered the floor, a large cooking vessel, and a fountain in one corner were all that filled it. In a way, it reminded him of his Spartan home.
Modesty not being a virtue of his, he walked around the room naked. As quietly as he could, he got a drink of water and examined the axes. While distracted, he heard a rustle behind him. Turning towards it, Dienekes found the beast.
With the light of the fire, he was able to make out the fine features it possessed. It was two heads taller than he was and must have been twice as heavy. Its broad shoulders covered in muscle and fur running down it’s arms to human looking hands. The fur trailed over its abdominal muscles before breaking around the groin. Its legs were equally as muscled but didn’t end in feed, but two toed hooves.
His eyes returning to the beasts face, it held a long snout with a wet noise. Wide horns adorned is head above flat ears that pointed down. Here too, the fur covered every inch.
The beast moved towards him, but Dienekes didn’t move. He let the beast move before him, close enough for the fur to tickle his chest. In a steady move, the beast grabbed his arms and picked him up, letting his legs dangle while the beast brought his head to equal level to its own.
This whole encounter had left Dienekes surprised if nothing else. There wasn’t a trace of bloodlust in it, no indication it intended to harm him. And so, he let the beast have its way.
Gently but firmly, he was pressed against the wall as it moved ever closer. Bodes pressed together, it opened its mouth and pressed it against Dienekes’. In a forceful move, the tongue worked its way inside as it danced around his. Its hot breath filled his lunges as he began to fight back, desperate to push the beast away.
In his squirming, he felt a long, hot rod grind into his abdomen. The beast was horny.
In a lightning move, he was thrown to the ground. His arms barely catching his fall before the beast enveloped him from behind. One arm pinned his chest to the floor, while the other rose his hips into the beast’s crotch.
Wildly, it began to thrust. The large cock filling his butt cheeks as it grinded against him. Thick pre dribbled from the cock as the beast pulled further and further back before grinding hard. The head was toying with his hole, slowly forcing it open before finally slipping inside.
It was so large that he screamed out in pain. The beast ignored his cries as it sunk deeper and deeper into the tight hole. Dienekes was sobbing when he felt the balls rest against his taint and the beast started to pull out. Before fully leaving the tight hole, the beast thrust back harder than before. The slap of its balls against his taint echoed through the room as the beast thrust again and again.
The beast’s hot breath became more haggared as it worked Dienekes’ ass over. Meanwhile, the cries from Dienekes had lessened. The pain wasn’t gone but was manageable. Through work and memories of being fucked as a youth, he managed to keep his ass open as the beast thrust.
He felt humiliated. Here he was, a grown man being fucked by a beast of legend. Heros conquered beasts such as this, but he had been mounted and used just like a common whore, a cunt he would fuck after a battle.
The beast’s thrusts grew faster as Dienekes felt an unusual feeling build in his guts. His ass was spasming around the cock using it, tightening and loosening all on its own as a warmth filled his bowels. The beast thrust forth once more and began twitching in his ass while a warmth filled him. Against his will, Dienekes moaned as his load shot from his cock. The orgasm as so intense that he couldn’t move. He just laid there and drifted back to sleep.
He awoke on a pile of straw, covered in the blanked. The pains of before were gone, replaced by the soreness of his ass. He pushed himself up to a seated position to see the beast sitting across the fire, looking at him.
Anger filled Dienekes as he looked at the beast who’d used him, fucked him, robed him of his dignity as a man. He screamed out in anger, ready to grab an axe he could barely wield in a desperate attempt to regain what he’d lost.
The beast sat there calmly, letting him work the anger out, before offering a bowel of food.
Upon seeing this, Dienekes’ stomach roared. His anger had somewhat subsided, and his stomach needed filled. Angerly, he swiped the bowel from the beast and sat down opposite it. Greedily, he wolfed down the food, ignoring to awful taste as he did. Each mouthful was both revolting and heavenly do his ravished body.
Once he was done, he put the bowel down and stared at the beast. The fire in his eyes had returned as he began to yell. Cussing it out, demanding an explanation, promising to defeat it and bring its pelt home to Sparta. He let his emotions run wild as the beast sat there emotionless.
A sense of catharsis filled him as he realized the beast would not answer. Speech was beyond its ability. With nothing else, he sat there quietly and watched the fire while regaining his strength.
The beast rose and moved towards Dienekes. He attempted to move away as it grew closer, expecting to be used again, but couldn’t get away fast enough. The beast grabbed him by the armpits and lifted him up again.
Again, the beast kissed him as its cock grew hard. Dienekes squirmed as he felt the throbbing member before being lifted high enough that the cock rested between his legs. The thrusting began as the cock quickly found it way into his much looser hole. He bore down, ready for the pain, only to find there was little. It didn’t hurt like before, instead it felt surprisingly good.
The cock rubbed his insides as it inched into him, forcing his legs to spread. The beast was in complete control as he was bounced on his cock. With each thrust, he noticed there was a part of him, inside his butt, that he didn’t know he had. As the cock rubbed against this sensitive part, a moan was forced out of him.
The trusting picked up pace as Dienekes looked into the eyes of the beast using him for its pleasure. There was passion in those eyes. A deep passion that told him that the beast never wanted him to leave. This realization made him blush as the beast went in for another kiss.
There was no pain anymore, and the more he was fucked the better it felt. He could feel something in his mind breaking as he wrapped his arms around the beast’s neck and stopped stifling his moans. Nothing had ever felt this good to him as his ass began spasming once more. He knew what was coming, and he decided to give into it. Dienekes wrapped his legs as best he could around the beast’s waist and began bouncing himself on the cock. Thrust after thrust, the two worked in tandem to achieve their nut.
The beast groaned as the familiar sensation of being filled with cum rocketed through him. The pressure was too much and Dienekes felt his ass tighten and his cum spatter across the abdomen of the beast.
Panting, the two looked at each other, the lust in their eyes shifting to something deeper.
The beast pulled Dienekes off his cock and laid down on the pile of straw. Dienekes moved in, just under the beast’s arm, and cuddled.
Dienekes was disappointed to find he was alone when he woke. The beast was nowhere to be found. He cleaned himself up in the fountain, ate some more of the revolting food from the night before, and started cleaning up.
Some time later, the beast returned carrying an offering basket full of vegetables and meat. It started moving towards the cooking vessel, when Dienekes stepped in front of him. With his arms stretched wide, he blocked the beast’s path. Telling the beast he would cook; it handed the basket of food over and left.
Dienekes, while not an exceptional cook, knew what he was doing. During the summer wars, he often had to cook for himself. The years of practice let him whip up a bland but filling meal. The scent of his labor drew the beast back, for it arrived just in time to be served.
The beast was cautious at first, looking back and forth between the bowl and Dienekes. Slowly, it took a single bite. Dienekes knew the beast was impressed the moment it started gulfing down the simple stew and returning to the pot for seconds and thirds.
When the beast was done, it laid back, rubbing its belly as its tongue hung from the side of its mouth.
Dienekes moved next to the beast and began to rub himself, feeling the warmth and tightness of the muscles as he did. The more he rubbed, the more the beast’s cock began to stir. With his other hand, he began massaging the beast’s balls causing the beast to moan.
The cock was nearly hard when he straddled the beast. Carefully, he lined up the cock and sat on it. Instantly his insides began to stir, a natural rhythm forming where his ass would contract as he bounced on the beast’s cock.
Dienekes was overjoyed while fucking himself on the cock that just days ago he thought robbed him. Picking up speed, he felt the beast buck his hips. The beast then sat up, and without removing its cock pushed Dienekes off him. Towering over him, the beast once again took control as it fucked him. Together, the two came again.
All desire to leave the beast and the labyrinth had left Dienekes. He spent his days watching over their keep and expanding it. Over time he broke down a wall for a bedroom and constructed furniture. While he was doing this, the beast was off patrolling the labyrinth and procuring food and supplies.
Every day when the beast would return, Dienekes would bound towards him, eager to be with the beast who brought him so much pleasure.
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