Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2020 19:15:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: Rise of the Minotaur

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....
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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....
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More to come