This is a fictional tale of the creature that has always seemed to excite me when I saw him in story and mythology. The Minotaur. Body of a man, head of a bull but with a fantastic form and the typical bull hung proportions. Huge dick and massive nuts. Normally this beast is considered evil or bad. But this new tale makes the minotaur the victim of misunderstanding. And our hero helps to bring them to their true station in life. As master of the sun human mortal form.
Hope you enjoy.... ++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx++++ Rise of the Minotaur (1)
I have always been told that this beast was evil. That this huge form of man beast flesh was here to destroy our ways of life. To kill and eat us all. It was something bred into us for hundreds of years. That these huge powerful creatures were only here to murder us. Their size and strength greater than several strongest if men. Their lust for meat only lesser than there love of the hunt and the kill. Their savagery something of legend. And as a boy I did fear this monster of nightmares. But that changed, at least to me it did. It happened when I was lost in the forest. Lost in an apparent error on my part. My curiosity getting the best of me and getting separated from the caravan I was in. With fear of the forest and these frightening creatures of the horror tales if my youth.
"But let me go back" I say to you "Let me return to the beginning"
My name is Orin. I am from a village to the east of the black Forest. It is a great and vast forest that holds many dangers from what I have been told. The minotaur was just but one if the great dangers. There are wolfen and other great beasts that we are told to be wary of. And of course no one leaves villages unless in a caravan. A caravan with guardsmen. As it prevents attack. My family has been has been a great part of this village for generations. My father a blacksmith and my mother a teacher in the village school. There was but one school with a handful of teachers to help us learn. And one of the lessons was the black Forest and the darkness that dwells within it.
"These are the beasts of the black forest" my mother said as I had been in her class "All are dangerous and will easily kill us" "So none of you go outside the gates if the village." "That is meant only for adults" "And one must be escorted"
I found it scary and oddly fascinating at the same time. How somewhere in the span of thousands of years that these creatures came to be. Similar to the beasts of burden we have. The cow and the canine that were somehow connected to the strange manlike creatures in the black Forest.
"And the demon of all was the minotaur" she huffed "A huge brute if a creature"
She stated their common stature. A huge over 7 foot monster of a thing. That was all power and anger. How it would eat at the bones of its victims. The drawings of the beast always with a fat mans body and the head of a male cow (A bull). But as I pondered this massive beast another form of excitement seemed to tingle at my loins. I remembered seeing the bulls in the fields. Huge thick animals with big horns that curved and made the thing look fearsome. But I had also noticed the huge balls on such a beast. Massive low swinging things that were filled with the semen that helped to breed and create more cows and bulls. And I imagined them on a beast with the body of a man.
"Fascinating" I said at the thought
Why did I notice such things. Well this is but another part of my story. Mine. I have since my youth know of my attraction to men. Whether it was my father or the guardsmen in the village. Of even the priests in the temple. An older strong and hairy man was always fascinating for me to look upon. And I knew of homosexuality from what the priests had said of it. It was sin. But somehow it existed.
"A man is far more beautiful to look at" I had said many a time growing up
And I loved the feel of a dick in my hand. Mine primarily. And as an adult 6 and a half inches was a good size. And as an teen and into adulthood I experimented with homosexuality. Finding it was what I wanted. Not a woman. I wanted to feel of a beautiful man next to me. His strong muscular features. Braid least I chest and glorious rod that hung between his legs. There were school mates in my teens and some younger (But older than myself) men that were more than willing to partake of a good frolic in the sheets as I had my fill. And for my part I knew what I was doing was a sin. At least in the eyes of the church. Not that I was a religious person or anything like that. It I knew what I jad been taught, and still went out to find pleasure in the arms of any man I could.
"But I have yet to find true desire" I said to myself "Someone that makes me want, and love" "Someone that makes my heart skip"
It was all just sex. Nice as it was, but just sex. And I hoped I would one day find my prince, my hero. But for now I had what I had. I was fairly handsome in my gathering adulthood. Passing beyond my teen years and moving to 18 and beyond.
"Maybe one day" I said to myself.
And I just hoped that fanciful hope. Whilst I played and found frolic in my adult life. Starting to make my way in the village as a craftsman. Wood my canvas. Creating things that people needed such as chairs and tables abd frames for beds. And once in a while creating an artistic piece of fancy doe someone that wished. My rates were good and I was able to get enough saved to purchase a small 2 room home of my own on the fringes of the South of the village. A place not too close to everyone else. A place for me to have as my own. With a workshop behind for me to do my work. And a place for me to play and have encounters with another men when I wanted.
"My place" I said happily when I first got it "This is my place"
I worked several days a week all day. Other days it was part if a day only. Mostly so I could have connections with others on the off days. Drinks in the local pub and just social gatherings so I could find someone to have some fun with. And usually with someone married and such. They would meet me at my place of work and home. There i would 'show them' my works for a possible sale as this was the excuse for the husband to step away from the wife to have that secret interaction. And it was a good and easy thing to do for quite a while. That was until I met up with the baker from the square. He was a stunning man of 40's in age. Lightly greying hair on his head and a beefy masculine body.
"He looks like a man" I said when I first saw him.... +++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++ More to come