Page 10 of The Minotaur's Maze
"Tell me what you need, Julian," he commanded gently, his fingers stilling inside me. "Use your words."
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to articulate the desperate desire coursing through me. "I need you inside me. Please...fuckme."
His approving rumble vibrated through his hand where it rested on my lower back. "Good boy. I think I’ll reward that honesty."
His fingers withdrew slowly, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I heard the sound of oil being poured, then felt the blunt, massive head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite his thorough preparation, I tensed involuntarily at the size of him.
"Breathe," he instructed, one hand stroking soothingly down my flank. "I would never hurt you, Julian. Trust me. Let go of your fear."
I nodded, focusing on relaxing as he began to push forward. The pressure was intense, my body stretching around him in a way that balanced perfectly on the edge between pleasure and pain. He moved with exquisite patience, giving me time to adjust to each inch.
"So tight," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of his restraint. "And so delicious."
When he was finally seated fully inside me, both of us were panting. I felt impossibly full, stretched around him in a way that made every nerve ending sing. He remained still, allowing me to adjust, his massive hands stroking my back, my sides, my hips with reverent tenderness. Inside me he throbbed, the shape of him so different than anything I’d ever experienced before. His cockhead was thick and flatter than a human’s, pressing into all of the right places. Meanwhile the thick fleshy ring around the center of his cock pulsed against my prostate, driving me wild with ecstasy.
"Fuck me," I finally whispered. "Please, I… I need it."
He started slowly, with shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my body relaxed around him. Each stroke brushed against my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, wanting more, deeper, harder.
"That's it," he praised, his pace increasing. "Take what you need from me. Milk my cock with your beautiful ass.”
The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I'd never been spoken to like this before, with such raw desire mixed with genuine care. His praise made something warm bloom in my chest even as his thick cock stretched me so perfectly.
"Yes," I gasped, rocking back against him with increasing desperation. "God, you feel so fucking good inside me."
His rhythm built steadily, each thrust deeper and more purposeful than the last. The thick ring around his shaft dragged against my rim with every stroke, creating a friction that had me seeing stars. I'd never felt anything like it, the way he filled me completely, the way every inch of him seemed designed to drive me wild.
"Look at you," he rumbled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Taking my giant cock so well. You were made for this, Julian. Made to be worshipped. To befucked."
I whimpered at his words, my own cock bouncing between my legs with each powerful thrust. Pre-cum leaked steadily from my tip, creating a small puddle on the warm stone beneath me. The altar's surface was slick now with oil and sweat, but I barely noticed anything beyond the incredible fullness and the building pressure in my balls.
"Harder," I begged, surprising myself with my boldness. "Please, I can take it."
His answering growl was purely animalistic. His massive hands gripped my hips, and suddenly he was pounding into me with a force that made my teeth rattle. The altar shook beneath us, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the exquisite drag of his cock against my prostate, the way he claimed me so completely.
"Good fucking boy," he snarled, his voice deeper than before, more primal. "Tonight your ass is mine, Julian. Let me hear you say."
"Yours," I gasped, the word torn from my throat by a particularly deep thrust. "My ass is yours."
"Good boy." His pace never faltered, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my vision blur. "Such a perfect, obedient little slut."
I was drowning in sensation, in the feeling of being so thoroughly possessed. Every corporate worry, every impossible deadline, every sleepless night, it all dissolved under the onslaught of pure physical pleasure. This was what I'd been missing, what I'd been craving without even knowing it.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice strained with his own approaching release. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
My hand flew to my aching shaft, wrapping around it with desperate fingers. I was so close already, wound tight as a spring from his relentless fucking. Just a few strokes and I'd be?—
"Wait," he growled, his thrusts slowing to a maddening crawl. "Ask permission first."
The command sent a thrill through me that I didn't expect. "Please," I whimpered, my hand stilling on my cock. "Please let me cum," I gasped, my entire body trembling with need.
"Not yet," he rumbled, his massive cock still buried deep inside me, that thick ring pulsing against my prostate in a way that made my eyes roll back. "I want to savor this moment. You feel so perfect around me, Julian. So tight and eager."
I whimpered, my hand frozen on my aching shaft as he began to move again, slow, deliberate thrusts that had me teetering on the edge of madness. Every stroke sent lightning up my spine, but I held back, desperate to please him, to be his good boy.
"You're learning," he praised, his voice thick with approval. "Learning to surrender control completely. How does it feel?"
"Incredible," I breathed, the word barely coherent as he hit that spot inside me again. "I've never... god, I've never felt anything like this."
