Beast Within the Maze

Always be prepared for love.

To appease the Minotaur each month a young

man of age from the city of Argros is sacrificed. To
be  chosen  is  a  privilege  and  those  who  face  the
beast  become  heroes…forever.  Also,  to  be
sacrificed  means  that  the  people  of  Argros  will
have  good  fortune,  bumpers  harvests  and
protection  from  both  invaders  and  the  beast’s
hunger for that month.

This month it’s Dymas’s turn to be sacrificed.
Dymas has been preparing for this day for over

a year. Now, with his purpose in life clear and his
fate  sealed,  Dymas  prepares  to  meet  the  beast
within  the  maze.  But  will  all  be  what  it  seems?
Will  Dymas,  a  young  man  who’s  quite  different
because  of  his  love  for  life  and  of  others,  change
the Minotaur’s mind so he doesn’t become its next
meal?

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Chapter One

ate would have it that Dymas was taken from
his family a year after he came of age. To be

selected to appease the beast within the maze for
the benefit of all of those who lived on the island
near  the  labyrinth  was  a  privilege  and  an
honour…so  the  elder  folks  of  the  city  told  him.
Dymas  understood  the  why—it  was  the  why him
he was more concerned with. He knew deep in his
heart that he had so much more to give than to be
sacrificed on his nineteenth birthday to a monster
whose  hunger  for  young  men  knew  no  bounds.
But fate, it would seem, wasn’t on his side for this
lifetime. He had been chosen and every other life
in  the  city  of  Argros  depended  on  him  when  it
came  to  be  his  time  to  do  what  he  had  to—do
what  he  was  to  be  prepared  for.  After  all,
protection from the beast who  could wipe out an
entire army within a matter of hours was a small
price  to  pay  in  exchange  for  the  life  of  a  young
man of age each month.

“This is where you’ll be staying, our Dymas,”

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the  house  master  said.  He  was  a  brutish  looking
man  with  an  imposing  presence  and  gleeful  look
on  his  face  and  he  pointed  to  a  bed  near  the
window with enthusiasm.

Dymas had found himself in what he could

only describe as a dormitory. Ten other beds were
in  the  room  placed  in  rows  with  the  one  that  he
had  been  allocated.  As  he  went  to  his  bed  he
thought about how he was about to be trained in
the  fine  art  of  offering  himself  to  a  beast.  How
could  anyone  prepare  him  for  death  in  such  a
way? He imagined there would be many sleepless
nights between now and his time to die.

“Thanks,” was all Dymas offered.
To be honest, everything was overwhelming.

He missed his parents and his brothers as soon as
the dormitory door was closed and the large man
had left him to settle in. At least he had been given
permission  to  bring  a  companion,  even  if  no  one
understood  his  reasoning—he  wanted  to  keep  a
connection  to  home.  Also,  Dymas  knew  deep
down he would rely on his companion Nathanial
more and more as his time to walk the lonely road
toward the maze grew closer.

“So you’re, Dymas?” a young male voice said

from another bed.

Dymas turned to look at the one who had

spoken to him. He set his gaze on a man who was
as handsome as he had ever seen. He was about

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the

same

age

Dymas—which

was

understandable  seeing  as  this  was  a  training
facility  for  the  chosen  ones.  He  had  thick  black
curly  hair  that  cascaded  down  to  his  shoulders
and  a  body  that  was  well  toned  and  tanned.  He
was also as naked as the day he was born and he
made no effort to hide his ample cock that rested
comfortably on the bedclothes between his legs.

Dymas couldn’t help but gasp. “Yes. Yes, I am

Dymas.”

The man smiled. He shifted his weight—an

action  that  saw  to  it  he  revealed  even  more  of
what  he  was  blessed  with.  He  had  big,  red  ripe
balls that hung lazily below his foreskinned dick.
“I’m  David,  just  so  you  know.”  David  looked
Dymas  up  and  down  and  a  charming  smile
formed to brighten his face. “I bet you’d look good
without your tunic on.”

Dymas didn’t know what to say or how to

answer  the  man.  Was  David  coming  on  to  him?
Was this a tradition in the training facility? Did the
men  here  get  as  much  sexual  pleasure  as  they
could  with  others  who  are  chosen,  because  their
days were numbered?

Eventually, Dymas said, “Um…I’m pleased to

meet  you,  David.”  But  Dymas  couldn’t  help  but
think  of  Nathanial.  Not  in  any  sexual  way—far
from  it.  He  didn’t  have  that  sort  of  relationship
with  his  companion—but  because  Nathanial  was

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outside waiting for him. “I’m sure…I’m sure
you’d like to see me without my tunic on…but
I…I—”

David rubbed his chest, concentrating on his

nipples.  “You  don’t  like  the  company  of  men…is
that it, Dymas?” Before Dymas could answer, the
man  added,  “You’ll  get  no  women  in  here,  my
man.  The  chosen  ones  aren’t  allowed  any
relationships  with  the  fairer  sex—such  things
complicate matters. You’ll never be wed off. Your
family  would  have  known  since  your  birth  that
you  would  be  here  one  day.  You  might  as  well
make  the  most  of  it—you’ll  be  inside  the  beast’s
stomach  soon  enough.  Come.  Sit  next  to  me.  Let
me show you how men share a bed together. From
the outline of your bulge I’d say you’ve got a cock
I could really get my lips around. How about it?”
His  smile  had  widened,  and  there  was  a  glint  in
his eye that was unmistakable.

David obviously wanted Dymas.
As if to prove the point, Dymas couldn’t help

but  notice  that  David’s  cock  was  no  longer
flaccid—the  mouth  of  his  foreskin  was  wet  with
pre-cum  and  opening  wider  and  wider  as  he
became more and more erect to reveal his bulging
head. Dymas took a step back. “I…I can’t. I have—
Nathanial…outside waiting for me.”

David’s smile was wiped from his lips like he

had been slapped in the face. “You have a

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boyfriend?” The question wasn’t asked to discover
the answer, but spoken out of disbelief. Which in a
way hurt Dymas. Sure, he wasn’t as handsome as
David, but he could hold his own and get anyone
he wanted he was sure. In fact, many farm hands
and stable boys had chased him into haystacks or
behind  feed  sheds  for  some  mutual  sexual  fun
before he was told of the duty he had to perform.
Dymas  remembered  the  day  like  it  had  only  just
happened yesterday instead of only a few months
ago.  To  be  told  he  was  going  to  be  murdered
when  he  turned  nineteen  by  the  most  respected
elder  of  his  town  sort  of  destroyed  his  libido.  At
the time of being told this he was about to become
very friendly with the local butcher’s son. Dymas
remembered with fondness how they had moved
beyond  the  kissing  stage  and  were  going  to
consummate their new found love. A knock on the
door  changed  all  that.  That  night  Dymas  had  to
tell Aldar that he had to go—never to return.

Instead of getting upset and angry, Aldar

suggested  they  celebrate  their  last  night  together
in a way that was special to the both of them. That
night,  under  the  stars  and  as  the  gods  of  the  sky
bore witness, Dymas lost his virginity to the only
man  he  had  feelings  for.  Aldar  gave  to  him  the
greatest gift he had ever received. Sure, the others
lads were fun to be with, but Aldar was the one he
loved.

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Dymas would never forget him.
Unfortunately he would never love again, yet

he  missed  those  days  already  and  didn’t  want  to
relive  them  now.  Not  with  David  looking  at  him
with  jealous  eyes  and  a  cock  that  didn’t  want  to
return  to  being  flaccid  without  some  manual
encouragement.  Dymas  felt  bad  about  getting
David  excited—he  wasn’t  to  know  the  man
Dymas  had  told  him  about  didn’t  exist.  Not
technically, anyway.

“Yes.” Dymas lied. “I have a boyfriend. I’m

sorry.” He hated to lie, but the alternative was to
have  David  grunt  and  groan  above  him—
something he couldn’t bear right now. Not on his
first  day  at  the  facility  or  with  the  memory  of
Aldar  so  painfully  present  in  the  forefront  of  his
mind. Perhaps as the months wore on and his time
came  close  he  would  take  David’s  cock  with
enthusiasm. Just not now.

For now he had to see Nathanial.
David nodded slowly—a forlorn look

overcoming  him.  “I  understand,  but  damn  I’m
going  to  have  to  masturbate  now.  Thanks  for
nothing,  Dymas.  Hey,  if  you  see  Simon  out  there
lurking  in  the  passageways,  send  him  in.  He  can
lick  up  my  mess.  He’s  wanted  my  cock  since
forever—might  even  give  it  to  him  if  he’s  quick
about it, too.” David began to pleasure himself—
his cock more than a handful. With a grunt and a

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low, deep groan, he added, “Jesus, Dymas, you’ve
given me a solid boner, that’s for sure. If you ever
dump that man of yours I’ll give you what you
need, no doubt about it.”

Dymas didn’t want to witness anymore. He left

the dormitory and went outside. The air was clean
and the sun was intense on his skin. He breathed
in deep, glad to be out of the facility. A bleat from
a  goat  greeted  him  as  soon  as  he  entered  the
holding  pen  where  the  master  of  the  facility  had
said he put Nathanial.

“Thank the lords above I have you to keep me

sane,  Nathanial.”  Out  of  the  safety  of  a  solid
looking  shed  a  goat  appeared.  It  came  to  Dymas
straight  away  bleating  like  mad  and  wagging  its
stubby tail. “I  had to use you as an excuse to get
out of a bit of a bind. I hope you don’t mind, my
friend.”  The  goat  rubbed  itself  against  Dymas—
wanting  more attention and petting. Dymas gave
it.

After what seemed an eternity, Dymas said

goodbye to his only friend by scratching it firmly
under its chin—the animal that would keep him
sane until his nineteenth birthday, he knew it.

As he turned to leave the pen, a shadow fell

over him. Dymas looked up straight into the eyes
of another young man. This time he encountered a
blond-haired lad with piercing blue eyes and a
cute smattering of freckles across his nose. “I

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heard you’ve met David already?”

Dymas nodded. “Word gets around fast.”
The man laughed. “So would your reputation

of being easy if you had slept with him within five
minutes of arriving.”

“I take it you turned him down as well.”
“Sure did. Any man who sits naked on a bed

waiting for a fuck is a man to avoid in my book.
Although, I’ve got to give it to David for trying—
but seriously, who in their right mind would
accept his offer only days after being told they
were to be sacrificed to the beast? He lives in hope
that one, let me tell you.”

Dymas liked this man already. He extended his

hand. “I’m Dymas.”

The blond lad lifted an eyebrow. “You’re from

the northern province, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”
“I know your family.” The man shook Dymas’s

hand. “They call me Martin, but my friends call
me Mouse because…well, I’m not exactly the
tallest fellow you’ve ever seen, am I?”

Dymas had noticed that Martin was short, but

really hadn’t considered it a reason to give him
such a name. “So will I call you Martin or
Mouse?”

Mouse smiled. “I think you know the answer to

that. Now, come with me—I’ve got something
pretty awesome to show you.”

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Dymas stopped dead in his tracks. “You’re not

going to show me your cock in the hope I’ll suck it
or let you shove it up my arse, are you?”

Mouse laughed again—this time more

gutturally. “If such a thing didn’t work on you
when David tried it, why would I do the same
thing to get under your tunic? No, what I have to
show you is something amazing, just you wait and
see.”

For the first time since he had arrived at the

facility Dymas didn’t think about what the future
held or what the past had meant. Right now he
was in the moment—and that made him happy.

Mouse led him across golden fields and over

craggy  rocks  until  they  came  to  a  precipice.
Beyond the cliff was the ocean. The sea was a vast
unfathomable  expanse  that  seemed  to  go  on
forever and touch the sky at the far horizon. Was
that where the gods of the sky met with Poseidon
to  make  sure  humanity  continued  to  exist  and  to
save  them  from  disaster  just  like  the  beast  did
when he was fed?

Mouse gestured for Dymas to sit on a large rock

next to him. “You’re going to want to watch this.”

“Watch what? What is it?”
“Shh, just look.” Mouse pointed toward the

horizon.

Sure enough, and without Dymas noticing

before, the sun was about to sink below the

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horizon. All of a sudden the sky turned a brilliant
hue  of  orange,  painting  everything  in  a  wash  of
warmth.  Dymas  had  to  admit  he  had  never
stopped  to  enjoy  the  sunset  before,  and  he  was
glad  he  did  now.  More  so,  he  supposed,  because
he  was  sitting  next  to  a  man  who  was  certainly
different  to  any  other  he  had  met.  Alder  had
wooed  him  with  gifts  while  David  had  tried  the
direct  approach.  Out  of  the  two,  Dymas  had  to
admit the romantic angle sure had its appeal.

Without even realising it, Mouse had reached

over  and  grabbed  Dymas’s  hand.  It  was  only
because  the  air  began  to  chill  once  the  sun
disappeared  that  Dymas  felt  the  warmth  at  his
hand. He welcomed it.

“You are handsome, Dymas,” Mouse said.
Without thought, and because he felt

comfortable sitting hand in hand with this man, he
said, “You’re not so bad looking yourself.”

“You do know that we shouldn’t really get into

a relationship, don’t you?”

Dymas didn’t see that. “Why should we live

without love—no matter how short our days are?
Just because we have been chosen doesn’t mean
we can’t enjoy the time we have left. If that means
we are to spend that time together, then who is to
tell us otherwise? We will have everything here at
the facility. Why can’t we have each other if that is
what we both desire?”

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Mouse snorted, but smiled. “So are you saying

you could come to love me?”

Dymas looked at him, straight into his brilliant

azure eyes. “Anything is possible.”

Over the next few months, Dymas made sure

he  spent  as  much  time  as  he  could  between  his
facility classes with Mouse. Over the course of that
time,  while  he  learned  about  the  path  he  was  to
take  and  how  to  behave  when  facing  death,  he
came to admire Mouse more and more. The man
was  gentle  and  caring,  and  in  stark  contrast  to
David, he didn’t rush him or expect anything that
Dymas  didn’t  want  to  give.  They  spent  every
spare  moment  together,  most  of  the  time  naked
and  carefree  as  the  hot  summer  wore  on  and  the
nights  meant  the  only  warmth  they  needed  was
each  other’s  body  heat.  Even  though  they  shared
the same bed, Mouse  never asked Dymas to give
himself to him. David had fucked every other lad
in  the  dormitory—most  nights  sleep  was  found
with the cries of a young man taking David’s cock.
Perhaps that was why Mouse didn’t force himself
on  Dymas.  He  didn’t  want  to  be  remembered  as
someone  who  took  advantage  of  a  situation.  Just
because  they  were  to  die,  didn’t  mean  they  lost
what or who they were.

Mouse was a man who cared about how others

felt. Dymas came to love him for that and because
of that wanted to be with him more and more. In a

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way,  Dymas  was  glad  he  met  Mouse  and  didn’t
succumb  to  David’s  handsome  charms.  Sure,  to
get  cock  so  easily  before  the  end  was  always  an
inviting  prospect,  but  really,  Mouse  was  more
important  to  him  than  that.  He’d  never  do
anything  to  upset  his  new  love.  In  his  heart  he
knew that one day they would make love—even if
it was right at the end.

Patience was a virtue, after all.
One hot summer evening, and with the both of

them remaining naked after a swim at the facility’s
lavish  bath  house,  Mouse  invited  Dymas  to  the
precipice  that  overlooked  the  eternal  ocean  once
more. When he was seated and admiring the sun
making  its final descent for the day, Mouse—like
he always did—slipped his hand into Dymas’s.

Then, much to Dymas’s surprise the next words

Mouse spoke seemed to hold a desperation within
them he hadn’t heard before. “Do you love me,
Dymas?”

“Of course I do. Why do you ask?”
“I just want to know because—well, some have

said the beast doesn’t eat all those who walk into
his house.”

“What do you mean?”
“I have heard that sometimes the beast takes

young men into his bed instead of eating them.”

Dymas didn’t believe such a thing for a minute.

“Who told you that? David? Perhaps he’s trying to

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use a different method of seduction on you
because everything else he’s tried has failed.”

Mouse moved closer to Dymas. “I guess you’re

right. In any case, if the beast did take you as a
lover, would you still think of me—of us?”

Dymas couldn’t help himself. He laughed—

even  if  it  wasn’t  a  confident  one.  “Oh,  Mouse,
don’t  be  so  silly.  The  only  thing  the  beast  will
enjoy  is  my  bones  to  pick  out  my  flesh  from
between  his  teeth.  All  the  elders  have  been
teaching  us  since  we  arrived  is  how  to  die  with
dignity.  If  the  beast  has  taken  lovers,  where  are
they  all? If men have  survived because they bent
over  for  the  monster,  surely  they  would  be  free
now, wouldn’t they? Now, c’mon, let’s not talk of
such things. Next month it is my turn to sacrifice
myself—yours a month after that. We will soon be
together in the kingdom of the sky gods and that’s
all we should be thinking about, not a false hope.”

Mouse pressed his lips together. “You’re right.

That’s silly talk.”

Without thought, and perhaps because of what

they  had  been  talking  about  and  the  romantic
setting,  Dymas  blurted.  “Now,  how  about  giving
me a kiss? I think we’re both ready for more than
just  hand  holding,  don’t  you?”  To  tell  the  truth
Dymas  would  take  Mouse  right  now  if  he  was
asked.  For  months  they  had  held  hands—most
times  while  naked.  Each  passing  day  Dymas’s

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tension  built  and  many  times  Dymas  had  to
retreat to the latrines to masturbate after brushing
against  Mouse  in  a  way  that  fired  more  than  his
emotions. Only the other night, when he turned in
his  bed  because  his  cock  was  engorged  with  the
thought of Mouse and he couldn’t get comfortable,
he touched Mouse’s genitals with his own. Mouse
was erect as well. The heat of each other’s dicks as
they  made  contact  was  more  than  tangible  and
also  more  than  enough  to  send  Dymas  over  the
edge. He was back in the bathroom to masturbate
in no time.

As far as Dymas was concerned now was the

time to act. He didn’t have much time left in this
beautiful world and for the first time since he had
arrived  at  the  facility  he  understood  David’s
reasoning—enjoy  what  time  was  left.  They  had
treated  each  other  well  and  because  of  that,
Dymas  was  prepared  to  go  all  the  way  with
Mouse.

But Mouse hadn’t answered.
Instead, he kissed Dymas without question.

Dymas  held  his  man  tight  as  the  sun  sank  lower
and  lower.  Soon  he  ran  one  hand  down  to  his
lover’s  groin.  Mouse  was  hard  and  that  pleased
Dymas.  This  time  he  could  do  something  about
it—and do something he would.

For many long precious moments they

continued to kiss. Dymas’s mind spun in a

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wonderful  way  as  he  enjoyed  the  touch  of
Mouse’s lips against his. Even the sensation of his
man’s tongue touching his offered delicious tastes
both manly and sensual. He got as hard as ever—
more  so  when  Mouse  reached  down  to  hold  his
manhood in the same way Dymas did to him.

When parted, and with his lips tingling from

the  attention,  Dymas  smiled  at  his  man  while  he
moved his hand over Mouse’s hard cock with ever
increasing  intention.  He  played  with  Mouse’s
foreskin,  running  his  fingers  over  its  silk  to  help
stir  him  into  even  more  excitement.  That  seemed
to work. Mouse’s cock was wet with his pre-cum.
He was ready. Then again, so was Dymas. If they
were to masturbate each other while kissing on a
cliff  that  overlooked  the  eternal  ocean,  then  that
was what the sky gods would witness. For them to
see such a thing would ensure Dymas and Mouse
would soon be together in their kingdom—proven
to be lovers.

“Play with me until I orgasm,” Mouse

whispered with a groan.

Dymas did so. While he pleasured Mouse, he

received it with the same intent. Soon the air was
filled  with  the  gentle  sound  of  the  breeze  off  the
water and of their pleasuring one another. Mouse
began  to  breathe  harder—and  had  to  part  their
deep  kiss  as  he  was  obviously  coming  close  to
climax.

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Dymas looked down just in time to see thick

ribbons  of  ejaculate  spurt  out  of  Mouse’s  dick.
Most  went  on  his  own  stomach—a  stomach  that
quivered  with  the  after  effects  of  ecstasy—but
some  of  Mouse’s  jizz  covered  Dymas’s  hand.
Without  thought  Dymas  brought  those  cum-
splattered fingers to his mouth.

One by one he licked them clean.
Mouse tasted bitter and tangy and sweet all

rolled into one. It was fantastic. Dymas had never
tasted  a  man  before—not  even  Alder.  To
experience  Mouse  in  such  a  way  only  added  to
their  bond.  He  had  never  felt  so  close  to  anyone
before which was surprising seeing as they hadn’t
shared  each  other  on  an  intimate  level  yet.  To
Dymas  it  was  proof  Mouse  was  the  one  for  him.
The  man  who  he  would  love  for  the  rest  of  his
days.

Whether it was because he had tasted his lover

or because Mouse still pleasured him, or both, but
Dymas  blew  his  load  as  well.  His  whole  body
seemed  to  help  pump  more  and  more  of  his
ejaculate out of his cock so that it covered his leg
and  Mouse’s  hand.  It  was  fantastic  to  finally  be
relieved by the one he cared for in so many ways.

Like Dymas had done only moments before,

Mouse tasted the result of his efforts. Then, before
Dymas could say how much he had enjoyed—and
needed—what they had just done, Mouse leaned

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over and kissed him once more. The taste of both
of their ejaculate mingled with their saliva to
enhance the kiss that saw the sun set on a day that
had been more than wonderful.

After they had held each other tight and kissed

some  more,  Mouse  took  Dymas  by  his  hand  and
led him to the dormitory. That night they not only
masturbated each other but sucked on one another
as  well,  sixty-nine  style.  They  soon  shared  their
efforts  in  an  equally  intimate  way—this  time  to
the  sound  of  Simon  being  pounded  by  David.
Dymas loved the taste of Mouse and wanted more
and  more.  In  fact,  even  when  Mouse  had  gone
flaccid  and  he  had  swallowed  every  last  drop,
Dymas continued to suck on him until he got hard
again to get more of what he loved. To take what a
man  could  give,  that  was  a  true  sign  of  love.
Dymas  needed  Mouse  and  he  was  more  than
happy to supply Dymas’s need.

As was Dymas for Mouse.
The month went fast. Mouse and Dymas had

shared  each  other  in  every  way  possible—except
to  consummate  their  love.  They  had  spoken  of
how  they  should  save  that  final  stage  for  when
they  were  with  their  gods.  To  make  love  in  the
afterlife in front of the ones they had worshipped
all their lives, that would be something wonderful
and  something  they  would  save  themselves  for.
Even  if—in  some  strange  way—the  beast  didn’t

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want to eat Dymas but take him to his bed instead,
he would have that final joy with Mouse waiting
for him when they did meet again.

That was their promise to one another.
Dymas remembered how David had walked

the  path  to  the  labyrinth  only  a  day  after  Dymas
and  Mouse  had  shared  their  sunset  experience.
The  dormitory  was  quiet  after  David  had  left.
Sure,  other  lads  found  solace  with  each  other’s
touch, but none of them did it with the same flare
and brash openness as David had done. In a way,
Dymas  missed  that.  It  was  kind  of  comforting  to
fall asleep to the sound of another man having his
brains  fucked  out  because  he  was  promised  a
good time before he sacrificed himself.

The day soon came when Dymas was to walk

the path.

He was taken to a small room adorned with

treasures  of  every  imagination  where  the  elders
stripped him naked and oiled his flesh with sacred
and  scented  oils.  They  chanted  a  blessing  while
they  prepared  him.  All  Dymas  could  think  about
while  he  was  blessed  for  the  journey  he  would
take  was  Mouse.  He  would  wait  for  him  in  the
afterlife. Wait for him forever if he had to.

When the ceremony was done, Dymas was

taken outside into the main street of the town. The
whole population was there to see him off and lay
flowers at his feet as he walked the path to his

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destiny. He swallowed hard. His time had come
and all he wanted to do was to be in Mouse’s arms
for one last time.

“What do you wish to take with you, Dymas?”

the eldest of the elders asked. “Did you want to
take anything with you?”

“Yes.” Dymas’s mouth was dry and even that

word was hard to pass. He felt anxious, but above
all  was  terrified  of  what  was  to  come.  Sure,  he
wanted  Mouse  to  be  with  him,  but  he  also  knew
that was impossible. His time would be soon and
no  amount  of  delay  would  change  that  fact.
Dymas felt even worse for that thought. He didn’t
want Mouse to die. He didn’t want anyone to die.

“Speak it and it shall be yours.”
“I wish to take Nathanial with me.” Dymas

wasn’t  sure  why  he  wanted  Nathanial  to  come
other  than  the  fact  the  goat  would  give  him
comfort during his last hours. He was well aware
that  such  a  request  hadn’t  been  offered,  but
wished it anyway. Maybe the beast would like the
rich  milk  Nathanial  gave  and  would  kill  him
quickly out of kindness for offering an animal he
could  use.  After  all,  one  thing  was  certain.  If
Nathanial  went  with  him,  the  animal  would  be
looked after. The beast only devoured men.

“A strange request.” The elder whispered to

another. That man left after bowing. “But one we
will grant you, young Dymas.”

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In a blink of an eye, or an eternity—it didn’t

really  matter,  Nathanial’s  rope  was  placed  in
Dymas’s  hand.  The  people  of  the  town  began  to
lay their flowers across the street and the song of
sacrifice and departing rose up to fill his ears.

Dymas stepped forward.
As he walked on, he felt worse and worse. He

was  scared  out  of  his  mind,  but  was  afraid  to
show  it.  Perhaps  that  was  why  he  was  stripped
naked  before being presented to the beast—so he
couldn’t  show  his  fear.  If  he  wore  his  tunic  he
would have sworn he would have wet himself by
now.  To  be  naked  in  front  of  so  many  meant  he
had  to  show  his  bravery  even  if  he  felt  like  a
frightened child. He would bet many lads let their
bladder’s  go  even  if  the  whole  town  was  to  bear
witness. Still, the one thought that saved him from
such embarrassment was a simple one.

Dymas was well beyond the walls of the city

and on his way to his death in no time. He would
see his Mouse soon and when he did they would
make sweet, passionate love. He would be in the
kingdom of his sky gods before too long.

The fear of the beast became all too apparent for

Dymas as he stood at the iron gates to the entrance
of  the  labyrinth.  He  had  been  chosen  by  the  city
elders  to  sacrifice  himself  on  this  day  and  as  he
looked up at the rusted gates, his duty and  what
he  had  been  trained  for  became  clear.  The  beast,

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the Minotaur  of legend whose anger was eternal,
only  demanded  one  thing  from  the  city  of
Argros—to supply a man of age once every lunar
month.

This was the month Dymas would meet his

fate.

A light sprinkle of rain had covered his skin

while he made his way to the labyrinth. The water
beaded  off  his  oiled  skin,  yet  he  still  felt  a  chill
from it. Perhaps he shivered from the cold stones
that  seemed  to  grow  out  of  the  ground  and  chill
his  naked  feet.  Still,  no  matter  how  he  felt,  he
knew it was a condition he had to suffer. He was
naked because to be presented to the beast he had
to be that way. Maybe because it made it easier for
the  blessing  and  for  those  to  see  how  brave  he
was,  but  he  suspected  the  real  reason  for  being
naked was that the Minotaur didn’t like to unwrap
those he consumed.

A crow cawed, startling him.
Dymas stepped forward, tugging on the rope

he  clasped  tight.  The  iron  gates  opened  with  an
ear-piercing  scrape  of  metal  on  metal.  It  was  like
looking  down  into  the  maw  of  hell  when  they
were opened fully. Smoke and heat struck Dymas.
He swallowed hard. His time had come.

“Come, Nathaniel,” he said to his goat. “It’s

time to meet our fate, my dear friend.” Again he
tugged on the rope and the animal bleated in

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response. The bleat seemed to be sad, a far cry
from Nathanial’s usual call. That made Dymas sad
as well. He didn’t want Nathanial to be unhappy.
Dymas hoped Nathanial would have a good life as
the beast’s friend, just like he had been his.

With a heavy heart and while thinking of

Mouse—and  even  of  Aldar—Dymas  entered  the
ancient labyrinth. The roots of trees had crumbled
walls and all manner of weed grew where the last
rays  of  sunlight  touched  the  stonework.
Everything beyond was dark and dead. He knew
the way to go. To learn the path to the beast had
been part of his training. He imagined the steps in
his mind and followed his mental map deeper and
deeper into toward his own end. A  glorious end,
but an end nevertheless.

After what seemed no time at all, even though

he  had  walked  miles,  Dymas  turned  the  last
corner.  He  was  in  the  lower  levels,  and  the  heat
was  almost  unbearable.  He  craved  for  water,  but
at the same time knew such luxury was pointless
now.  He  was  glad  he  was  naked.  Clothes  would
be uncomfortable now. If he was going to die for
the  glory  and  preservation  of  his  city  then  he
should  be  as  comfortable  as  possible.  He  liked
being  naked,  anyway. Most of his days had been
spent  with  nothing  on  but  a  smile  or  a  heartbeat
away  from  an  erection  with  Mouse  by  his  side.
Dymas regretted nothing.

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A solid iron door confronted him.
Dymas opened it. Straight away he heard

movement.  Loud,  laborious  steps  pounded  the
ground. The room was better lit than any other he
had  passed  through,  but  the  sight  of  the  one
coming toward him remained shrouded.

Suddenly, a massive form appeared to startle

Dymas.  It  was  the  beast,  a  creature  whose
presence  demanded  respect.  Dymas  took  in  a
breath. His moment had come and far from being
saddened by it, he was pleased. A strange notion
he admitted, but he couldn’t help himself. He had
found love before this day, and in life, wasn’t that
all that mattered?

Dymas feasted his gaze on the Minotaur and he

had  to  admire  it.  Yes,  it  was  huge  and  muscular
and  as  terrifying  as  anything…but  it  was  also
magnificent.  It  was  also  very  much  a  man—only
horns  protruding  from  his  head  could  indicate
otherwise.

Before Dymas could bow and offer himself, the

beast roared. The walls shook and dust and debris
that had been settled for generations rained down
on him to stick to his wet skin.

With a booming voice, the Minotaur said, “All

you bring me is a goat, boy?”

“And…and myself.” Dymas looked up at the

Minotaur. “I bring you all I have, my lord.”

The beast snorted. “What makes you think that

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you can make me happy with all you have
offered? The goat is skinny and its teats look dry—
while you…you look like someone I could snap in
half as easily as I break bread. Why should I
accept you and what you offer?”

Dymas was taken aback. As far as he was aware

he  was  to  be  sacrificed  so  the  beast  could  be
appeased and the city protected for another month
in  return.  But  from  the  way  the  Minotaur  spoke
there was more to this than what even the elders
had told him. Sure, he had heard whispers of the
beast  wanting  young  men  for  his  bed,  but  they
were  rumours…weren’t  they?  Even  Mouse  had
told  him  of  such  a  thing  and  even  then  Dymas
didn’t  believe  it.  Then  again,  perhaps  that  was
why the facility was made up of only men—to get
them  used  to  the  Minotaur’s  other  desires  while
they  explored  each  other.  He  suspected  David’s
sexual  advance  when  he  first  arrived  wasn’t  so
random,  after  all.  Dymas  would  bet  Nathanial’s
next  supply  of  milk  that  David  was  instructed  to
do that to all the new comers to help prepare them
for  a  possible  outcome.  How  many  lads  were
taken  to  bed  instead  of  being  eaten?  What  was
Dymas’s chance of surviving if he appealed to the
beast’s eye? Would he ever see Mouse again if he
was  taken  to  the  beast’s  bed  instead  of  being
consumed for meat?

Dymas tried to increase his chances of

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appealing to the beast’s other desires. He ran his
hand down to his groin—to emphasis what he had
to offer. “I will do whatever you ask of me, that’s
why.”

The beast studied Dymas for a while, rubbing

his chin. “You may not like what I ask of you.”

The goat bleated again. Dymas patted it.

“Nathaniel and I will do whatever you like, don’t
you worry about that, my lord.”

“You named the goat Nathanial—it’s a female.”

Surprise was drawn on the Minotaur’s face. There
was  also  something  else  there,  and  Dymas
imagined  it  to  be  curiosity.  No  matter  the
expression,  Dymas  couldn’t  help  but  think  about
how  handsome  the  beast  was  when  he  studied
him further. Sure, he was a creature of legend and
of  untold  age,  but  to  Dymas  he  also  had  a
presence  about  him  that  Dymas  liked.  He  was
virile  and…to  tell  the  truth,  seemed  to  have  a
caring side, just like Mouse.

Dymas said, “I liked the name.” He didn’t want

to admit that when he named the goat it was when
he  rescued  her  from  the  butcher’s  knife.  She  was
still  suckling  so  he  couldn’t  tell  its  sex.  A  good
thing  really,  because  that  was  how  he  came  to
meet  and  fall  in  love  with  Aldar.  Nathanial  had
given  him  his  first  love.  Actually,  in  a  way,  she
had given him his second love in Mouse as well. If
David hadn’t been so forward he may have never

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lied about Nathanial being his boyfriend. He may
have never seen that sunset with Mouse.

“You are a strange one.”
Dymas stepped forward into the shadow of the

beast. “She is my best friend and I offer her to you
as I do myself as part of the arrangement you have
with my city.”

The Minotaur burst into laughter. “What is

your name, boy?”

“Dymas.”
With joy still held in his voice, the beast said, “I

give those  who  enter my  labyrinth one  chance  to
live.  You  amuse  me,  Dymas.  You  are  a  boy  who
offers  me  a  female  goat  with  a  man’s  name  and
therefore  you  are  someone  different  to  all  who
have come here before you. I like that.”

Dymas blessed the sky gods he had chosen

Nathaniel over gold and jewels at the blessing
ceremony. He bowed again. “Then I am grateful to
you…what is your name, my lord?”

“I am Gorn!” Again the walls shook with the

beast’s booming register. This time Dymas wasn’t
frightened. He was more intrigued than anything.

“Well, Gorn it is nice to meet you.”
Dymas placed the rope onto the floor, an action

that let the Minotaur stare as much as he liked at
what  Dymas  was  blessed  with.  Gorn’s  eyebrows
rose  ever  so  slightly  as  a  result.  It  seemed  Gorn
liked what he saw. Dymas smiled.

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“Come. Sit on my knee, Dymas. Let me look at

you in greater detail. I like what I see and I see
that you need some of my attention.”

Dymas did so without hesitation. To sit on the

Minotaur’s  knee  was  something  he  considered  a
blessing.  A  lot  better offer  than  all  the  others  got
before  him,  he  wagered.  When  there,  and  for  no
other  reason  than  he  wanted  to,  Dymas  ran  his
hand  across  Gorn’s  muscular  chest.  It  was  thick
with  black  magnificent  hair—a  joy  to  touch.  He
smelled manly, too, with a pungent and attractive
musk. Sort of like how Mouse smelled as well. But
once again, he couldn’t think  of the past. He had
to  focus  on  the  here  and  now.  If  he  was  to make
the  beast  happy  so  he  could  live—so  he  could
enjoy  life  for  many  more  days—then  that  was
what he had to do. Aldar understood when he left
for the facility over a year ago, as did Mouse when
he trod the path to the labyrinth. Dymas couldn’t
dwell on what could have been, but had to believe
in  the  future—and  if  that  future  was  with  the
beast, then so be it.

“Do you like that?” Dymas asked.
“I do.” His words must have been true, because

the gesture was returned. Soon Gorn’s huge hands
were  on  Dymas.  Yet,  unlike  how  Dymas  would
have  expected,  the  beast’s  touch  was  tender  and
caring.  In  fact,  he  seemed  to  worship  Dymas’s
body—another attractive quality the beast had.

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“Would you like me to please you in other

ways?”  Dymas  had  come  here  to  offer  himself,
and  now  that  he  knew  that  didn’t  mean  being
eaten,  he  took  that  meaning  to  the  next  logical
conclusion.  He  would  give  Gorn  his  body—if
that’s  what  the  beast  wanted.  To  feel  Gorn’s
perfect muscles and to take in his manliness with
his touch was more than alluring. Dymas enjoyed
it.

“No,” Gorn said with a roar.
Dymas was taken aback again. “I’m sorry if I

offended you. I…I won’t do it again. You know I
am yours to do with as you please. I was only—”

“You do not need to offer me anything.” Gorn

grabbed  Dymas  and  carried  him  like  he  was
nothing  more  than  a  doll.  When  at  his  bed  he
placed  Dymas  carefully  down  so  that  his  head
rested  on  the  mountain  of  pillows.  In  a  softer,
gentler  tone,  Gorn  said,  “You  do  not  have  to  do
anything,  my  beautiful  one.  I  want  to  pleasure
you. Would you like that?”

Dymas couldn’t believe his ears. Here was the

beast, the terror of the city and the lands beyond,
asking him if he would like to be pleasured. All
Dymas said in return was a simple and breathy,
“Yes.”

The next thing Dymas knew, there was a

stirring in his groin. The heat of the room and the
close presence of a man who was as gentle as he

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was  beautiful  was  enough  to  do  that  to  him.
Dymas smiled again as Gorn came over him. Their
gaze met and Dymas’s heart pounded hard in his
chest.  He  gasped.  He  had  no  idea  what  would
happen  from  here  on,  but  loved  the  feeling  of
anticipation  that  overwhelmed  him  as  he  waited
to find out.

Gorn wasted no time. He ran his hands over

Dymas’s stomach, moving his touch up toward his
growing

erection

with

ever

increasing

determination. Then, like a relief and a wonder all
rolled into one, Gorn grabbed Dymas’s cock.

Again Dymas gasped. “Oh, my lord.”
The Minotaur didn’t speak—he didn’t have to.

His  actions  were  enough.  The  beast’s  touch  was
not only tender, it was careful as well. Dymas was
hard  within  a  blink  of  an  eye  and  he  arched  his
back  to  let  Gorn  know  he  was  doing  everything
right—oh, so right.

Gorn kissed and licked Dymas’s cock over and

over, concentrating his efforts on his foreskin. The
beast  kept  him  unretracted  so  he  could  stick  his
hot, wet tongue into the mouth of it to tease and
excite.  No  one  had  ever  done  that  to  Dymas  and
he  was  soon  closing  his  eyes  and  enjoying  the
moment.

After Dymas’s mind had become clouded with

the excitement at being touched in such a special
way and he was writhing on the bed, Gorn took

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Dymas’s cock into his mouth proper. Like a baby
at  a  teat,  the  beast  sucked  and  slurped  on  what
Dymas was blessed with and what defined him as
a man. Dymas didn’t mean that having a cock was
all that was needed to be a man, far from it. But it
was certainly wonderful having someone worship
his  manhood  like  his  other  lovers  had  done.
Within another heartbeat, Gorn shuffled so that he
was  lying  next  to  Dymas—no  easy  feat
considering  he  never  let  go  of  Dymas’s  cock,  not
even  for  a  second.  The  thing  Dymas  noticed  was
that Gorn’s cock was now within reach of his own
mouth.  A  large,  throbbing  cock  that  oozed  with
pre-cum and was as magnificent and beautiful as
the  rest  of  the  man  it  was  attached  to.  Without
thought,  and  because  he  wanted  to,  Dymas
reached out and grabbed Gorn’s thick, veiny cock.
It was hot in Dymas’s hand.

“You are magnificent,” Dymas said.
There was no reply. How could there have

been? Gorn was still enjoying Dymas’s hardness in
his  mouth.  Then,  Dymas  did  what  Gorn  had
obviously  planned  since  he  had  moved  into  the
position that would mean they could both suck on
each other. Dymas kissed the beast’s cock.

At first he was overwhelmed. Not only for

being sucked on, but for the taste from Gorn’s
manhood that washed over his tongue to drown
his senses. Gorn tasted bitter, yet at the same time

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had a sweet after tang. A lot like him, really.

Soon, Dymas opened his mouth and began to

enjoy it. He kissed Gorn’s cock many times. He
also licked it, copying what Gorn had done to him
by concentrating on his ample foreskin. The beast
groaned approval.

Dymas took that as a signal to continue, and

even though Gorn had so much cock it was almost
overwhelming, he wanted to please his new lover.
Besides, Dymas liked a challenge—and sucking on
Gorn would be a challenge indeed.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide.

Moving  slowly  and  deliberately,  Dymas  took
Gorn into his mouth as far as he dared. He didn’t
want  to  gag  on  it,  that  wouldn’t  be  right  for  the
moment  they  had  built  up  together.  Instead,  he
managed to take in enough to let Gorn know what
he was doing—his bulging head and half his shaft
disappeared  into  Dymas’s  mouth.  He  sucked  on
the beast with enthusiasm.

For what seemed like an eternity they sucked

on  each  other.  The  ancient  room  was  filled  with
the  sounds  of  their  actions—Nathaniel  bleated
happily as well. Dymas’s jaw ached, but he didn’t
stop. He dare not, because he wanted to taste his
man more than ever now. He wanted a reward for
all  his  efforts,  after  all.  He  wet  Gorn’s  cock  with
his saliva over and over, lubricating it so it could
pass  easier  over  his  lips.  The  beast  groaned  and

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grunted  and  Dymas  had  to  admit,  he  more  than
enjoyed  what  they  did  together.  He  moaned  as
well.

Dymas was close to climax.
Gorn was a master at what he did. He knew

how much pressure to apply on Dymas’s cock. He
also  knew  that  fondling  and  cupping  his  balls
while  he  sucked  on  Dymas  would  drive  him
crazy. How he knew that was anyone’s guess, but
Dymas  wasn’t  about  to  complain.  Again  Dymas
copied his lover. Again grunts and long delicious
groans of approval resulted.

Then it happened—Dymas ejaculated.
Surprisingly, Gorn came at the same time, too.

Dymas had got his reward—and what a reward it
was. Dymas’s mouth was soon filled with the hot,
sticky result of his efforts. Dymas was proud that
he didn’t choke, but managed to swallow each
pulse of ejaculate he was given just in time. His
tongue tingled and his tastebuds were soon awash
with a sort of acidic tang that he knew all too well
from his own body and from Mouse.

Dymas loved what they had done and a

wonderful  sense  of  both  achievement  and
contentment came over him. He also loved that he
had  taken  the  beast’s  huge  cock  without
embarrassing  himself.  Sure,  his  tongue  was  now
numb  and  the  taste  of  Gorn  lingered,  but  if  this
was  how  he  was  to  give  himself  then  Dymas

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considered himself lucky. He could suck on the
Minotaur all day and every day if he had to.

When both of them were spent, and Gorn had

moved so he could lavish sweet kisses all over
Dymas’s chest and neck, Dymas said, “You made
me happy, my lord.”

Gorn looked at Dymas—deep in his eyes. “You

make me happy, my beautiful one. Now, let me
pleasure you again as you pleasure me. This time
we will go further—I will make love to you. Then
we can milk your Nathanial. I have a hankering
for goat’s cheese. Pleasuring makes me hungry.”

Dymas was pleased with the arrangement,

especially considering he wasn’t eaten but
worshipped instead, but without thought, he
blurted, “So does that mean I’m yours?”

Gorn sniffed. “You are not mine. We are each

other’s.”

“I see.”
“Do not see. Understand. I have been lonely

here  for  an  eternity  waiting  for  the  right  man  to
come along. When you walked in with your goat I
knew  you  were  different.  When  you  rubbed  my
chest  I  knew  you  had  accepted  me.  When  you
took me into your mouth like I had done to you, I
knew you were my lover. No man has ever gone
that  far  with  me.  Next  we  will  consummate  our
new found love. I want you, my beautiful one.”

“And I want you, my Gorn.”

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“Good.” Gorn smiled.
Dymas closed his eyes once more as Gorn

sidled  into  position  so  he  could  suck  on  Dymas,
but  opened  his  legs  so  the  beast’s  tongue  could
pleasure  other  parts  of  him  and  prepare  him  for
what  was  to  follow.  Dymas  had  to  admit  his
training  at  the  facility  hadn’t  prepared  him  for
this—thank the sky gods. Nathanial bleated again.
Dymas  smiled.  The  goat  had  saved  his  life  and
given  him  another  lover  at  the  same  time.  Was
there anything a goat couldn’t do?

How wonderful fate was.
“Can I ask you one favour though, my lord?”
“Speak,” Gorn said between licks on Dymas’s

cock to lap up his excitement.

“Next month there is a man who is due to enter

your labyrinth. I…I have feelings for him
and…I’m sorry if this is out of place, my lord, but I
would like it very much if he didn’t die as soon as
he came into your chamber.”

“You love this man?”
Dymas had to be careful here. He knew the

relationship  that  would  grow  with  Gorn  was  a
tenuous  one  right  now  even  though  they  had
shared  a  bed.  “As  much  as  I  now  love  you,  my
lord.”

“Would this man love me in return if I were to

grant him his life?” Gorn opened Dymas’s legs
wider so he could run his thick masculine fingers

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over  his  arsehole.  An  action  that  sent  shivers  of
delight  up  Dymas’s  spine.  Gorn  was  preparing
him  for  what  was  to  come  next  as  promised  and
knowing the size of the beast, Dymas appreciated
that.

“I believe he would. Yes.”
Gorn seemed to think for a moment. After what

seemed an eternity, and after he had run his
tongue over Dymas’s balls and down toward his
anus in long lashes to wet him in his most intimate
places, he said, “Then it is simple.”

“What is so simple?” Dymas asked. He couldn’t

help  it—he  let  out  a  deep  groan  of  pleasure  as
Gorn began to lick him with more intent over his
arsehole. Dymas had never been pleasured in such
a way before—not by any lover. He wanted more
and  he  moved  on  the  bed  so  that  Gorn  could
continue to lick him with even greater ease. If he
was to be made love to, then he couldn’t think of
any other way that was better to prepare him for
such a thing. Soon the chamber was filled with the
sound of Gorn’s tongue on Dymas’s sensitive and
sensual skin.

Dymas needed Gorn.
“What you ask, my Dymas. I will take this man

you love to our bed as well. All three of us will
pleasure each other forever—if that is what you
want.”

Dymas’s mind was clouded once more. He was

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moaning as Gorn continued to lick him where he
enjoyed it the most. He was hard again and ready
for more—oh, how he was ready for more. Finally,
he said, “I would want that—but I want you, too.
Forever and ever and until the day I die. Take me,
my lord. Take me until I see the sky gods so I can
thank them for this moment and the many others
from now on that we shall share.”

Gorn licked Dymas even more and with greater

enthusiasm.  When  he  was  done  and  Dymas’s
whole  body  sung  with  ecstasy  from  the  beast’s
actions, he said, “That is what I wanted to hear. I
have never had anyone say they love me like you
have  done.  For you  I would  do  as  you  ask.  Your
man will be with us in my bed. Tell me his name.
Tell  me  as  I  make  love  to  you,  my  dear  sweet,
Dymas.”

Dymas’s lips were quivering with the

anticipation of what was to follow now that Gorn
had finished preparing him in such a sensual way.
His  arsehole  was  tingling  from  the  attention  of
Gorn’s  tongue,  but  in  another  heartbeat  Dymas
knew he would get even more. Within a blink of
an eye, the beast got into position above him. He
came  to  kiss  Dymas  and  without  hesitation  he
returned  the  gesture.  Seconds  later,  Gorn  pushed
his massive cock against Dymas’s arse.

“Mouse,” was all he could manage after he

broke their kiss and was penetrated.

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The beast smiled. “I like that name. If he is like

you and just as caring then I will be a very happy
man indeed. I shall then worship the both of you
while you enjoy my love. That is what I would
like.”

Stars wheeled in Dymas’s vision and every

muscle  and  sinew  in  his  body  screamed  out  in
both  agony  and  pleasure  as  the  beast  began
moving  so  he  could  gain  his  rhythm  inside
Dymas.  Once  more  Dymas  arched  his  back,  but
this time he clung onto the beast for dear life as he
was  made  love  to—wrapping  his  legs  around
Gorn’s  hips  so  he  could  go  in  deeper.  Numerous
times Dymas racked his nails over the beast’s skin
in  fits  of  passion,  an  action  that  seemed  to  spur
Gorn on even more.

Dymas was one with the beast.
They consummated their affection for each

other  for  what  seemed  a  lifetime.  Over  and  over
Gorn made love to Dymas. For the first time since
Dymas  had  left  Alder  with  such  sadness  in  his
heart, and after he had to inevitably say goodbye
to  Mouse  as  well  at  the  ceremony  of  blessing,  he
held hope within his heart. From a situation where
he thought he would never see love again and had
thought  he  met  his  last  day,  he  found  something
special. He had found an even greater love—love
that would soon be shared with two men instead
of one. Dymas would now live to see many more

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beautiful days in happiness. He had Nathanial to
thank for all of it and would make sure she was
treated well for now and forever because of it.

Funny how fate unfolded.

About the Author

I’m  Mark  and  I  live  in  Melbourne,  Victoria,
Australia.  By  day  I  am  a  public  servant,  but  by
night, when I get in front of my computer, I can be
anyone.  I  let  my  imagination  go.  I  can  go
anywhere,  from  the  farthest  reaches  of  space,  to
the dilapidated house at the end of the street, and
anywhere  in  between.  I  write  about  people  from
all walks of life, from teenagers finding out what’s
it’s like to be an adult to adults who discover what
it’s  like  to  become  a  child  once  more.  Characters
move my stories just as much as they move me.