The Minotaur Ring[Shout out to growing-bull for the steamy photos that inspired this story.]You have

The Minotaur Ring[Shout out to growing-bull for the steamy photos that inspired this story.]You have grown used to the out-of-body experience that comes with waking up. Though your bed, blankets and entire room are familiar, you can’t help but explore your body like it belongs to a stranger.Your chest and arms are thick. So is your hair. You have a thick uncut cock and massive, smooth balls. Your hand touches smooth metal. A nose ring.This morning you stink of sweat, beer and something else. Cum.Last night was Halloween. The party. But you can’t remember it.You remember having vivid dreams. The fragments come back to you now. You hear grunting. Moaning. Pink bunny ears. A slim, bare ass. Fierce, eyes of a beast staring you down.You consider stroking your hard cock; how nice it would feel. But you remind yourself that it will only make things worse.Groggily, you trudge naked out of your dorm room. It’s early, so you’re the first person to enter the shared showers.As steam fills the tiled stall, you try to remember more about last night. Instead, your mind wanders farther back.Two weeks ago, your best friend Jake hands you a small wood box. “I found it at a thrift store,” he says proudly.Jake had persuaded you to attend a Halloween party. He was bigger, stronger and more charismatic than you. So you never turned down his ideas, no matter how strange.You open the box to find a silver ring.“Is this a nose ring?” you ask.“Don’t worry. It’s a clip-on.”You pull the ring from the box and feel its weight. It has small letters engraved on it. Greek, you assume. The characters remind you of those used to name frat houses.“You’re going as a mini-taur. Get it?” Jake pats you on the shoulder.You are no stranger to jokes about your small stature. But you hardly notice Jake’s jab. You stare at the ring, mesmerized.“What are you going as?” you eventually ask.Jake holds up a thick, studded dog collar.“New moon werewolf,” he grins.“Isn’t that just a human?” you scoff.“Yep. I get to walk around shirtless, and the ladies will beg to hold my leash.” Jake flexes his guns for emphasis.Jake left you with your “costume” and doubts about the party. Next to any guy, you feel small. How would parading around as a joke help?Back in your dorm room, you throw the box on a shelf and plan to forget about it. You have other things to think about.Like jerking off.You browse your favorite porn blog. Straight porn. Mostly girls in stockings and skirts.Nothing gives your cock a rise, which is strange. You never have trouble getting off. You usually jerk twice a day.You’re about to give up when you swipe to a video of a man pinning down a girl. His broad shoulders and muscled ass fill the frame. He pile drives her. You imagine yourself with his strength. His presence. You imagine pinning down Jake. He’s small and helpless in your grip. The girl in the video moans, but you hear Jake. You cum.The fog of your lust clears, and you realize two things. You’re covered in cum, more than you’ve ever shot. Maybe even more than three loads combined. Your balls ache, and so does your nose.You reach up and feel cold metal. A ring.A week passes and you have given up on trying to remove the ring. It’s not a clip on like Jake said. Strangely, no one comments about it. You even ask Jake if he notices anything different. “Yeah dude. You’re really bulking up. Have you been taking my advice about the gym?”You play down his compliment. You have no idea how or why you’re getting more ripped every day.And there have been other changes, too. Your balls are huge. Every time you jerk off, you shoot more and more cum. Yet your sexual hunger is never satisfied. Most concerning off all, you’ve lost all interest in girls. You start jerking to gay porn. You start showering before other guys in the dorm get up, because the sight of a naked guy makes your cock stand straight out.And then there is the scent. You were in class the first time you smelled it. It reminded you of honey and something musky. Like sweat or balls. It was both off-putting and intoxicating, like cigar smoke.The honey scent made your cock hard. You uncomfortably hid your tented pants under your backpack that day.The scent first appeared at random, but you soon recognized a pattern. One class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Another class the rest of the week days. And sometimes on a bus.On the day of Halloween, you think you glimpsed the source of the smell: A classmate getting off the bus. You tried to pursue, but lost him in the crowd.When you got back to your room, Jake was waiting outside.He looked different. Smaller. Or were you bigger?“Hey, about tonight,” he says. He shifts, unsure of himself. You notice he’s wearing a hoodie, which partly conceals a studded dog collar.You start for your door, but stop inches from Jake. You can smell him. He smells sweaty.And like honey.“I was thinking,” Jake mumbles. “We should skip the party.”You pin Jake against the doorway. It happens so fast.“No.”Your command lingers like Jake’s scent. You savor the warmth of his breath. His lips.You kiss him. Forcefully. You feel your nose ring pressed between you.The moment passes. Jake squirms away. He looks at you. Differently. He brings his hand to his lips. Then his nose.You start to apologize. Jake bolts.You go to the Halloween party alone. You hope to see Jake, so you can properly apologize. Yet, a part of you feels freed. You wonder if you have feelings for Jake. Or if all you want is to best your friend. To dominate him.The party goes well. You drink beer. Guys and girls compliment your costume: Your beefy chest works well with the plastic bull horns you picked up.“Wow, that nose ring looks dope,” someone says.They can see the ring? You play off your surprise and excuse yourself to the restroom. Though you’re across campus, the restrooms are like those at your dorm: a row of stalls and urinals across from sinks and mirrors.You take a giant piss. Your balls were as big as a bull’s by now, with a bladder to match.As you wash your hands, you catch a whiff of the honey scent.A toilet flushes. You freeze.A guy steps up to the sink next to you. He’s wearing a tuxedo t-shirt and pink bunny ears.He smiles at you at first. When you continue to stare, he tilts his bunny ears.He clears his throat and you look away, toward the mirror in front of you. But instead of your familiar face, you look upon a massive beast. His shoulders are twice as thick as the guy next to you. He has two curved horns and a broad snout with a nose ring.From the mirror, a minotaur stares back at you with fierce eyes.You’re back in the steaming shower the morning after. You remember. Last night wasn’t a dream. You fucked that guy. He was a boy, really. A freshman. You didn’t even know his name.You pushed him to his knees with your monstrous hands. He protested, weakly, at first. But your commanding presence eroded any resistance.You forced him to lick your balls. Then you fucked his face. You blew the biggest load down his throat. On his face. On the mirror. Everywhere.You weren’t finished.You ripped off his shorts and cottontail with carnal fury. You wiped your cum off the mirror and used it to lube his ass.You fucked him again and again.Your cock gets a little hard thinking about it. Your balls are smaller than they were last night, but they are still huge. So fucking the boy had satisfied the beast inside you. You wonder if the transformation will reverse itself now.When you step out of the shower and dry off, you catch a glimpse of movement in a mirror. The minotaur? You step closer and see something written in the steamy surface. The letter look foreign at first. Greek? With a squint, the characters resolve into a clear message:The passage of nine brings the beast,Full of hunger, bound by a ring.On seven youths he must feast,To remind all of the misdeeds of Minos the King.You puzzle over the words for minutes, until the bathroom door opens. A draft of cold air fills the steamy room with the scent of musk and honey.You make eye contact with the boy. He recognize him from another floor. He breaks eye contact to look at something lower.Your hard, throbbing cock. -- source link

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