The Door, A Male Initiation Story

Usually Ted rushed home from work.  His wife, Jenny, got home before he did, and didn't like it if he was late. Ted was a skinny computer nerd.  His future wife had latched onto him his senior year of college, and before he quite knew what had happened, he was married. She was pretty enough, but he had hoped marital sex would be better.  They had had sex before they got married, but afterwards she seemed to lose interest. They weren't sure they ever wanted children, and his wife didn't want to risk pregnancy. 

His job was all right.  He was a software engineer for a firm that did business with the military.  They paid well. They treated their employees very well, but had high standards. The work engaged his interest, but he felt something was missing in life. 

Ted's office was in downtown, and he was lucky enough to live close to the train station, so he could commute by train. His commute was perhaps his happiest time of day. It including some walking, and he had a kind of freedom and solitude on his commute that he had neither at work nor at home. 

On the walk from work to the train station there was an old art deco building made clad in dark brown stone. It stood out, even among the surrounding buildings from the same era. It reminded him of Aztec architecture he had seen in Mexico, with birds and serpents incised in the stone. The lobby gleamed with bronze fixtures which he could see from the street.  On one side there was a large heavy wooden door with ornate iron fittings. It was reached by two steps going down. There was something about the door that made him want to walk inside.  He longed to find out what was behind it, but he always passed by so that he wouldn't miss his evening train.

Jenny was going away to visit her mother for the weekend. She told him so at breakfast. There was some kind of trouble with her brother, and mom needed her help.  "So you'll have to fend for yourself this weekend, sweety," Jennifer said.  Ted didn't say it, but he was glad to have the weekend to himself.

Ted had lost contact with his college friends since marriage. They now lived far from each other, and his wife had never approved of them. However Ted had a secret vice: Sword and Sorcery.  His wife did not approve of that either, so most of his paperbacks of Conan the Barbarian and Fafhrd the Grey mouser had gone off to the thrift store one day while he was away at work.  He had a couple squirreled away, he had since accumulated more, so he had a secret stash of a few favorites, hidden in a space under the bottom drawer of his dresser.  His plan was to rent a couple of fantasy films from the video store, and spend the weekend with  old friends.

With this in mind, he could not wait for the work day to end, and begin a whole weekend to himself. At five he rushed out of the office.  He headed down the street, past the old brown art-deco building, and made a right at its corner as he usually did.  He noticed the door.  The thought passed through his mind that he should check it out.  He passed it, eager to go home. Then suddenly he thought "now or never".  He stopped, looked back, and headed for the door. 

He took a step down the short stairway to the door, and noticed something he had not before. Engraved above the door in the stone were greek letters, "ΛΑΒΥΡΙΝΘΟΣ".  He could make out enough to guess at it. "Labyrinth?" he thought. There was a large iron ring on his left.  He grabbed it.  It did not twist, so he tried pushing, at which the door moved soundlessly open.  He steeped inside. 

He was in a room about thirty feet deep and ten wide. It was stuccoed white, with a tile floor.  At the far end was an opening with a counter with a half/height door to the left, together closing off the opening. Behind the counter was a man, with short black hair, pale skin, and muscular shoulders and arms emerging out of a white tank top. One the left breast of his shirt was outlined in black the head of a bull.  Behind him was a dark hallway with hints of a golden light. 

The man looked up and regarded him with green eyes.  After a moment he said, "May I help you, sir?" 

"Uh", Ted stuttered.  "I just, ... I mean I walk by this door every day , and i've always wondered what's here, so...."

"This is Labyrinth.  It's a private club, sir. Members only."

"Oh" said Ted.  

At that moment the door behind him opened.  A deep voice said "Hi Chad! Who's this?"

"He just wandered in off the street, Mr. Turner".  

Ted looked around to see who was speaking. He was startled to see a muscular tall man, maybe six-two, in a blue suit, white shirt, and red tie, with long blond hair tied pulled back and tied in a pony tail.  And he recognized him!  He had seem him at his office many times, although they had never met.  He had named him in his mind as "Conan".  

The man reached out his hand. Ted took it.  "Name's Bron, B-R-O-N.  That's short for William Bronson Turner, but everyone call me Bron."

"Ted, Ted Schuler."

"Don't we work in the same building, Ted."

"Yeah, yeah we do."

Bron was still holding hiis hand.

"So Ted, you wanted to see inside?"

"Uh yeah"

Bron released his hand.  "Chad, Mr. Schuler here is gonna be my guest this evening.". 

"As you wish Mr. Turner."

Chad looked under the counter, then pulled out some papers. 

"Mr. Schuler, guests need to fill this out.  After you're done sign here," he pointed to a place on the paper, "to agree to the club rules.  And here are the rules.". He laid some pages stapled together beside it.

Ted walked up, took the pen offered him, and started filling out the form, with his name, address, and some other information. 

"Remember," said Chad, "the club has a maze in which you can get lost, with challenges. It's all for fun, but if you ever feel scared or lost and just want to get out, holler 'Exit' and one if the members or staff will immediately lead you back here to the entrance. Do you understand?"

"Yeah"

"And sir," he pushed a slip in Bron's direction, "as you know this makes you responsible for any charges incurred by your guest."

Bron took the pen and looked at Ted, "So don't break anything" he smiled. 

Chad put what looked like a small safe deposit box in front of Ted. "Your wallet, watch, and any valuables go in here.  Close it and punch in a six digit code.  When you punch in that code again it will open for you."

Chad looked away.  

Tex thought this odd, but he took off his watch, and put it and his wallet and keys in the box. He closed it, then punched six digits in the mechanical keypad, at the sixth of which it made click and locked. 

Chad took the box "What do you say if you get lost or scared and need to get out of the Labyrinth" said Chad.

"Exit" said Ted.  

Chad opened the low door. "Follow me.", said Bron. 

They entered a hall of what looked like black shiny marble.  On their right was engraved, man-high, in gold, a figure of a naked man in a Greek hemet holding a sword, facing another taller figure with massive muscles, dressed only in a loin cloth that barely covered a sizable member, with the head of a bull.  

"Theseus and the Minotaur", said Ted.  Bron nodded at him with a smirk.  

They followed the hall's turn to the right.  To the left was a door.  "This leads to the locker room" said Born, "beyond that's the gym.  We have a very good gym for members." 

They continued down the hall, which opened into a large room.  There was a bar, a number of tables, a pool table, and many things on the wall, including posters and a trophy case.  About a dozen men were hanging around, having drinks or eating. Two were playing pool while another man watched. Some were in business attire, but a number of men were in jeans and t-shirts or tank tops with black boots.  They all looked intimidatingly fit, and Ted suddenly felt scrawny and inadequate. 

"Hey Stuart" said Bron as he approached the bar.  Behind it was a men with an impressive gray beard, and muscular torso and arms with black and gray body hair, wearing the same tank-top as Chad. "This is Ted Schuler. He's my guest for this evening."

"Howdy." said Stuart.  "What are you having." 

"If you like beer the dark lager's pretty good" said Bron.

"That sounds good to me,"

"I'll have one too" said Bron.  "Excuse me. I gotta take a piss." He patted Ted in the shoulder, then headed off to the other side of the room.

Stuart set their beers down on the bar.  "You gonna read those house rules." said Stuart. "I would.  There's consequences if you break them. All in good fun of course," he winked.

Ted realized he was holding tightly onto the paper with the rules. He had forgotten about them, and any thought of looking at them in this moment suddenly fled. It was dawning on him that there on the walls was the biggest collection of Sword and Sorcery movie posters he had ever seen: Clash of the Titans, Conan, and  — somehow! — the just released Kull the Conqueror. Ted felt like he was suddenly in heaven!

He felt a hand on his shoulder.  "So you like the place." said Bron's voice.  "Yeah" gasped Ted, with boyish enthusiasm. 

"Hungry?"

"Uh yeah!" said Ted, not taking his eyes iff the wall.  

"Burger ok?"

"Uh sure.". 

"Two of my usual burger combo" said Bron to Stuart.  

"Let's grab a table, then you can look at the posters as much as you like." Bron led Ted to a table, and they draped their suit jackets on the chairs to mark the table as theirs.  Bron then led Ted on a tour of the posters. 

Ted, who had been somewhat intimidated by it all up til now, suddenly began telling Bron all about his love for Fantasy. He pointed out things about the posters, talked about stories he wished were movies, talked about his favorite actors and scenes. 

Their burgers came, and they sat down to eat. They were good, and Ted ate heartily, but did not remember much about the food.  Another round of beers came. Ted suddenly found himself telling Bron everything: about how his wife had gotten rid of his books, about how much he missed his friends.  Bron listened, with sympathy, but did not say much. Ted did learn that he was married too. (He guessed it from his wedding ring.). Bron had two boys.  Friday their mother took them to their grandparents.  Friday was Bron's boys' night out. 

Ted stopped talking.  He had said everything to this man who was a total stranger.  He didn't mind having done so.  Bron seemed ok.  

"So you like the club.". Bron asked.  

"Yeah!"

"It's a good group of guys, Ted.  We look after each other. About half of us are married. We're not all as enthusiastic about Fantasy as you, but I think you would like it if you joined."

"I'd like that." said Ted.  

"Well, the evening is about to get more fun. Stick around as long as you like." He spoke in a low voice. "You read the rules?"  Ted shook his head "."

"Always read the rules Ted, and anything you sign.  You agreed to follow the rules and tell no one what goes on here.  We do nothing illegal.  If you don't like it here there's always the Exit.  No one will hold it against you.  But it will be bad for me if you talk about us, OK?  Understood?"

Ted nodded, "I understand" he said firmly. 

"You wanna stay?"

"Yes!" said Ted.  

"Ok, I'll make sure you have a fun time!"

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They sat silent for a bit. Ted was beginning to feel anxious. He noticed that men seemed to be leaving, and then that they were coming back. Some were in jeans and t-shirts.  A couple came back wearing short tunics, some nothing but loin cloths. Some came back wearing leather harnesses and jock straps. He began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. But he also was suddenly excited, and found himself getting a boner.  He tried to will it to go down, but to no avail.  

"If you had read the rules you'd know the dress code changes at eight." Bron smiled at Ted.  "Stay here!  I'll be right back". Bron got up and headed towards the locker room. 

Ted was excited by all this.  He loved it, in the same way he loved muscular shirtless guys in Fantasy movies, he had to admit to himself. Was he gay?  He liked women. He liked fucking them, although his experience was limited to the girl who was now his wife. Yes he wished he could fuck her more. Was he too pent up because he wasn't?  Did it matter.  This was a dream come true! How could he Exit now?

Ted felt a firm grip on his left shoulder.  He looked over. The hand wasn't Bron's. He saw tight jeans covering muscular legs and a bulging crotch. He started looking up.  A white t-shirt covered tight abs, a prominent chest, a muscular neck, a shaved chin, a thick black mustache, brown eyes, long black eyelashes, black hair escaping from a black leather cap.

"You're not dressed according to code." The hand squeezed his shoulder more firmly.  "You know the rules. Leather gear or fantasy gear after 8."

"Sorry, I...". Ted began to feel scared.  

"He's my guest.". Bron walked up.  And what a Bron. Tight jeans and t-shirt like the man holding him, his huge chest snd arms bulging out underneath the white.  And something else underneath too. Straps covering his chest and shoulders?  And loose long blond hair going down hid back. What a sight he must be fucking that wife of his?  That unbidden thought caused Ted's dick to leap. 

"Your guest or not Bron, breaking the rules has consequences." said the man. Ted looked at Bron.  Bron winked at him. It was going to be ok.  He was still scared. But he didn't want to leave. Ted realized his fear was making hum more horny. That scared him more. Which made him more horny. Exit?  No.  

"First of all boy" said the man, "we gotta get you dressed properly.  Then we'll see what to do with you.". Ted saw Bron mouth "Yes, sir." at Ted.  Ted said "Yes, sir."

"Politeness helps, boy, but it doesn't get you out of trouble."

"No, sir" said Ted.  The man grabbed Ted by the arm, and lifted him up. "This way" said the man. 

The man led Ted by the arm past the pool table through an arch. Double wooden doors opened and they went into another room.  Bron walked beside them. Ted's first look at the room caused him to gasp audibly. The crowd of men chuckled. There was a black wooden x-shaped cross with cuffs attached at top and bottom. There was also what looked like a bed, with straps and cuffs at the corners. The walls were painted with pictures of naked men, some with helmets, or swords, some wrestling in the dust, some looking exhausted as if after a fight, embracing each other. There was one wearing a lion skin over his shoulders with two handsome young men on either side of him. There was one of a bearded muscular hairy man reaching out, his fingertips stroking the erection of the beardless muscular youth in front of him.  "What the fuck!" thought Ted.  Did he want to go?  "Exit" His hard dick and beating heart banished the thought. He couldn't think as the thought of what they might do to him, how good it would feel, caused a thrill of heat to run through his body. He felt for a moment that he might faint with pleasure and anticipation.  

Bron came up to him, and grabbed his face.  He pressed his lips to Ted's. Ted felt Bron's blond five-o-clock shadow against his face. His lips responded. He felt Bron's tongue pressing against his lips, and opened them

to let Bron's tongue explore his mouth. He felt men's hands on his body.  Caressing his arms, massaging his legs and back, kissing the back of his neck. Bron tongued the inside of his ear. Then he whispered "Tell us the moment you feel like you're gonna CUM." The way Bron emphasized that word, "CUM" sent a chill through Ted's body.  "Strip him!" said the man.  "Kyle" said the man, "Get his shoes first, and make sure his clothes are ok and hung up properly."

"Yessir!" said Kyle. Many strong hands held Ted.  A lean brown-haired young man dressed like the other staff knelt down in front of Ted.  He untied his shoes, and made him lift one foot then another to remove them.  

The man who was in charge ran his fingers through Ted's hair as Bron undid his tie. He handed it to Kyle,  Ted could feel another pair of hands loosening his belt. Bron was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing Ted's white t-shirt.  As his zipper was lowered he felt felt fingers brush against his cock and bucked against the hands holding him. Bron whispered "Ok?" in Ted's ear, and Ted nodded "Yes." 

Was it ok?  It felt too damn good not to be.

Someone unbuttoned his cuffs, and his shirt was pulled the rest of the way off of him. Hands pulled down his trousers revealing the same kind of white brief he had worn since childhood. His erection had managed to get up, and was pointing under them to his left.  

Bron's hand directed Ted's chin forward so that he was looking at him. "Take off my shirt" said Bron.  "Yessir" Ted remembered to say. "Take your time." said Bron.

Ted raised Bron's shirt slowly. He hands were shaking, but he let his fingers brush Bron's body hair as he did so.  Bron pursed his lips and nodded approvingly.  Tight abs were revealed, leather strap under Bron's pecs, the nipples erect, then up his shoulders and up his arms.  Bron's blond hairy muscled upper body, outlined by a black leather x-harness was fully revealed. 

He placed his arms on Ted's shoulders.  "On your knees boy!". Ted, in t-shirt, white bulging briefs and black dress socks,  yessired and obeyed. He now had Bron's bulging crotch in his face.  "Kiss my boots." Ted knelt down and placed his lips on the toe of each boot. He looked up at Bron who nodded approvingly.  

"Run your hans up my legs, feel my muscles, then unzip my jeans." Ted did so, amazed at how large and hard Bron's legs were.  He suddenly felt wetness forcing its way of of his dick slit and looked down.  There was a stain of precum growing on the cloth of his briefs.  There was a murmur of approvsal as the men noticed it. Bron reached down, his blond mane falling forward over Ted, lifted Ted's chin, kissed him, and said "Continue."

Ted reached up and began unzipping Bron's jeans.  Underneath soft leather was revealed. It was a leather jock. He could see Bron's growing shaft pointing down pressed against it.  

Bron turned down the top of his jeans to better reveal his jock and his ass.  He then pulled Ted up, and knelt down in front of him.  He open his mouth, placed it on Ted's briefs covered cock and blew. It was perfectly done.  Ted was almost, but not yet, driven over the edge to cumming. He threw his head back and cried out "Fuck Conan, what are you doing to me.". There was a roar of laughter. Bron pulled Ted's head to his chest, and wrapped his arms around him for a moment.  Ted was still shuddering from the near explosion, and was hard, and throbbing and really wanting to cum.  He hugged Bron tightly, holding on for dear life. 

After a minute the man in charge said, "This boy is still clothed!". Bron backed off and pulled Ted's t-shirt off him.  He said to the crowd, "And he still needs to learn the price of not reading the rules."

He took Ted by the arm, and drew him over to a leather covered bench about waist height that Ted had not noticed before. "Bend over". 

"Yessir".  Ted bent over.  Bron took Ted's wrists, and cuffed them to the legs of the bench. "Don't worry." he whispered to Ted. "Mark is very good at this.  He'll want to keep you on edge, but you may cum. Don't worry if you do." 

"Kyle, remove his socks." said the man in charge.  Bron was kneeling in front of him smiling. Ted could feel his left foot being lifted, his foot being massaged, and his sock removed. His foot was lifted higher, and he felt a tongue snd lips on it." "That's enough, Kyle, do the other." Kyle complied. As his right foot was being tongued, Ted gave a little whimper.  At that Ted suddenly felt the rear of his briefs being pulled down, exposing his ass. He gasped.

"Kiss it!" said the man, putting a wooden paddle before Ted's mouth.  Ted kissed it.  Ted then felt his briefs being pulled down to his knees.  He felt a hand with some slippery substance grip his cock, then fingers very lightly striking its front.  

"Three?". said the man. "Three!" responded the crowd.  There was a pause.  Ted tensed. He could see Kyle from the side reaching under the bench, his fingers lightly teasing Ted's cock.  Just as he started to relax, the smack came. "Oh!" cried Ted.  It hurt. It felt fantastic. For the second time he almost came.  "Smack!" It came again. Ted whimpered, still close, but not enough. He wanted it to stop.  He wanted it to continue and make him cum. He felt the paddle rubbing against his ass.  " Smack!" "Ugh" Ted expelled his breath.  

"Good boy! " said Bron.  He kissed Ted hard.  The man in charge came and knelt in front of Ted. He grabbed Ted by the hair and also kissed him hard.  "Let him rest for a minute."

Bron unshackled Ted, and the led him over to the bed.  "Lie here." he said.  He took off his boots, and jeans, and wearing his harness, leather jock, and thick boot socks lay next to Ted and pulled him close.  Kyle came and sat by Ted's feet and began rubbing them. The crowd of men moved off into the other room, giving the three of them some privacy. Ted nuzzled up next to Bron, still very horny, his ass smarting just a bit.  Bron started rubbing Ted's legs with his stocking feet, going slowly up and brushing Ted's balls and dick lightly. 

"Like that?"

"Yeah"

"You still wanna join?"

"More than anything."

"There's one more test. You have to find your way through the Labyrinth and defeat the minotaur"

"What?!"

"You heard me.  And if you defeat the minotaur, I can promise you the best orgasm you've ever had."

"How do I defeat him?"

"Make love, not war.  Make HIM

cum, and you win. Now relax." 

After snuggling a bit in silence, the men came back in.

"Do you wish to join us?" said the man in charge."

"Yes." said Ted.

"Then you must thread the Labyrinth and face the minotaur."

"Bring the device." 

Ted wondered what this meant.  He had had time to relax, and for the first time since his dinner he was flaccid. "Stand up" said Bron.  A blindfold was wrapped over his face, and suddenly he felt his cock being slid into a cold metal tube.  It tried to respond by getting hard, but it was held in place. Ted felt metal pressing against his crotch, then a metal band around his waist. When the blindfold was removed, he looked down and saw his cock and balls encased in stainless steel.  

"Comfy?". said the man.  Ted nodded.  

"There's a hole in case you need to piss.  afterward just run some water through it.  Kyle, will you show you how. Do you need to use the bathroom before you enter the Labyrinth?"

"Yes sir."

Kyle led Ted into what he realized was a squat toilet. It was clean, with a hose to rinse yourself off.  Kyle left Ted to do his business.  It was then that Ted realized the wisdom of the chastity belt. He was so horny that, if he had been left to his own devices, he would have gotten himself off.  Ted now desperately wanted to cum, and desperately wanted Bron. No Exit for him. He would face the Labyrinth. 

When he returned he was given a white tunic to wear, a short sword, a small shield, a pair of sandals, a helm, and bag with a waterskin and a ball of twine.  The sword seemed flimsy, and the edges were blunt. "What use was that? he thought. They took him down some stairs to an arched doorway. He was given a lighted torch, and wished good luck. 

He ventured into a dark cave.  After a few yards there was fork.  Which cave to take?  Was this the time to start using the thread?  He looked around.  He saw that there was a hole in the rock where he could tie his thread.  He tied it, and ventured down the cave to his left.  

There were more forks, and he had to retrace his steps many times.  It would have been impossible without the thread. After much trying of options including crossing his own path and trying to figure out which way he had come, he found a long narrow tunnel that seemed to go on a ways.  He ran out of thread. He had just started to worry that his torch might not last, when he turned a corner and saw a light ahead.  

The air had never been cold, but it was getting warmer and more humid.  There was a musty animal smell. Then one more turn and he was looking into a large torchlit oval chamber, about thirty feet by forty feet.  As he stepped into the chamber he noticed that he had stepped onto a softer surface. Some kind of matting covered the floor.  At the far end was a dark alcove.  From within it came a grunting smell as of some great animal.  

Ted set down his bag. He advanced forward with his sword and small shield.  Then the beast emerged from its alcove into the torchlight.  It had the body of a man, well muscled and hairy.  The body glistened as if covered with sweat.  The head was the head of a bull. It's eyes were red and shining.  Arounds its genitals was a tightly bound loincloth.  It stood, threatening.

How do I "make love and not war" to that beast, thought Ted.  How could this thing exist?   What have I gotten myself into?  How foolish was I to want a real adventure like in the stories. 

Then Ted became aware that there was some kind of balcony running around the chamber above the level of the torches.  There were people up there, watching this fight unfold.  Not a word was spoken, but he could catch the sound of breathing, and occasional movement. 

The beast strode forward, and Ted could see that it had a large club in its left hand.  It swung it threateningly at Ted.  The beast charged.  

Ted tried to duck out of its way as it swung at him. It missed.  He had no idea how to use a sword or shield, but when it swung again it caught his shield and he was knocked to the ground. He wasn't hurt, and awkwardly tried to roll away.  The beast charged again, and this time its club knocked the awkwardly raised sword from his hand, sending it flying.  That left the shield.  He tried to parry off the club with the shield, but the beast used it other hand to grab the shield from him and send it flying.  

Ted did not know what to do.  Out of desperation he charged the beast, ducked under its club, and grabbed it around its legs.  The beast tossed away the club and grabbed at Ted. trying to wrench him free. It ripped off his tunic. Then it bore down on him, pressing him the mat floor.  He was still grabbing its legs as its loincloth pressed into his face. The smell of sweat filled his nostrils.

"Make me cum". a voice whispered down to him.  "Make me cum and you win. Otherwise I will crush and devour you."  Ted saw a bow knot that appeared to hold the loin cloth together.  He released his grip on the beast's legs and grabbed at it with his right had.  It came loose, and the loincloth fell away onto Ted's face.  Something else did too, a small metal object.

Ted pulled the loincloth off his face.  There lying on it was a key.  Also revealed was the balls and cock of the beast.  The latter, now freed, quickly straightened and hardened.  

The beast moved its phallus towards Ted's face.  Ted had never sucked cock before, and his wife did not like to give blow jobs, so he did not know what to do.  The beast angled its cock toward his lips.  Ted opened his mouth.

He tried to think of what might feel good.  He grabbed the shaft with his hand and began licking and sucking.  The beast grunted its satisfaction. He could not get the whole length in his mouth, but he  managed to handle the beast's thrusts. The taste, the feel of it in his mouth, the stench of its sweat was actually pleasurable. He tried caressing the beast's balls or stroking its legs.  The beast seemed to like that. The beast began thrusting faster.  It finally thrust down and gave a terrific roar.  Cum flooded Ted's mouth.  He had no choice but to swallow the salty viscous fluid.  

The beast rolled off of him and lay panting.  It the raised its hands to its neck,  pulled off its bull head, and shook loose its long blond hair.  It was Bron.  

"Well done!" said Bron.  "And here" picking it up from the loincloth, "is the key to your chastity belt."

"Please unlock it!" pleaded Ted.

Bron smirked. Ted noticed men coming into the chamber. Naked men.  Erect men.  They began to gather around him, teasing their dicks, looking at him with hungry looks.  Kyle was among them. He knelt at Ted's feet and started undoing his sandals.  Someone handed him a bottle, containing a green liquid.  He poured some onto his left hand.  Ted caught the scent of olive oil.  Kyle passed the bottle to Bron.  Kyle then started rubbing the soles of Ted's feet, first the left and the right.  Ted felt his penis straining to grow hard in its confined metal sheath.

Men were standing close around Ted, stroking their cocks.  The man-in-charge came and knelt down at Ted's right.  "On your knees." he said.  "Yessir." Ted got up on his knees.  Bron passed the man the bottle of oil.  He poured some slowly into the top of the chastity device.  Ted felt it, flowing slowly down and around his cock, causing tingling to spread from his groin throughout his body.  When the oil began to drip out the hole at the bottom, the man stopped pouring.  He held out his left hand and Bron placed the key in it.  With his right he moved the device up and down on Ted's body, rubbing the oiled interior along Ted's dick.  Ted gasped. The he put the key in the keyhole at the top of the device.  The waistband holding it in place released.  He slid the device down, releasing Ted's cock and balls.  Ted's oiled cocked slid out easily, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from Ted, and it leapt to attention.  

"Bring him!" said the man.  Ted felt hand slide under his arm pits. Strong hands also gripped his arms and his legs as he was lifted up.  The crowd of men then carried him to the alcove from where the beast had come. 

It was larger and deeper than he had expected.  The only lights were candles in sconces on the wall.  There were paintings on the wall. A rampaging bull trampling boys and girls.  Then a picture of a satyr, or perhaps Pan, showing young men how to jack off.  Then fauns or satyrs trading blow jobs with young men.  Theseus was shown facing off with  the minotaur.  A young beatiful man playing the harp and being admired by young men and women. Then, in an alcove at the far end, the statue of a tall muscular man with a full beard and long hair down his back, naked, with a large erection, holding a flag in a staff. 

In front of the statue was what looked like an altar, about three feet high, three feet wide, and seven feet long  Its top was a mat or cushion, about three inches thick, covered in black leather.  They lay Ted on it, then grabbed his arms and legs and pulled them to the corners. He felt cuffs, lined with fleece, being fastened around his wrists and ankles.  Then he felt a pull as straps or ropes were pulled tight, stretching him spread eagle.  Bron's voice whispered in his ear "Too tight?". Ted quickly shook his head "no".  

His cock was pointed to the top of the small chamber, and as he looked up he could see it too was painted, with scenes of naked muscular men of all ages, bearded, mustached, or clean shaven, men jacking themselves or others off, and giving and receiving blow jobs.  He could smell olive oil, and sweat.  

Bron came and stood behind the altar.  He lifted the bottle of olive oil and began pouring its contents over Ted's body.  Many hands then began spreading it over his body, rubbing it in to every part, including sliding their hand underneath him to get to his back, his ass cheeks, and the cleft between them, but avoiding his cock and balls. 

Then they began to kiss him all over. His legs, arms, chest, stomach. Bron leaned over and pressed his lips to Ted's, worked them, then pushed his tongue past them into Ted's mouth.  Ted felt other mouths on his toes and fingers, and sucking on his nipples.  

Then they stopped. Bron lifted his head.  Ted looked to see what was happening. A young man with a glistening erection was leaning over him. It was Kyle.  A hand reached around and stroked Kyle from behind. Soon he gasped and shot, his cum spattering over Ted's chest.  He shivered at the feel of it.  Then the smell of the cum reached Ted's nose.  Then another man came up.  Soon cum hit his stomach.  He heard a grown and a cry, then cum hit his legs.  Sweaty muscle and cocks were soon all around him, cries and groans as load after load found its target, his chest, stomach, groin, legs, and feet.  It was wet, pooling and then dribbling all over his body.  

Then there was silence.  One man began to clap, slow, rhythmically. Another joined him, then another.  Bron cupped Ted's balls in his left hand and began slowly to stroke him with his right, in time to the clapping.  It felt overwhelmingly good. The tempo increased, and the chamber echoed loud with the clapping.  The stroking was firmer and faster.  Ted felt himself getting closer to orgasm.

"I'm cumming", he gasped.  He knew it was going to happen, but it felt like he was stuck right there, desperate to release, but with an intensity of feeling keeping him hanging in the edge.  He struggled. He bucked againt his restraints and tried to thrust up desperate, but Bron slowed and moved with him, dragging out the pleasurable agony a few moments more.  He felt precum dribbling out.

Then it happened, an explosive release.  Bron tightened his grip and stroked faster.  Ted saw the cum shoot upward from his dick.  He spasmed again and again, blinded by the pleasure of it all coming out of him.

Bron slowed his stroking as Ted started coming down.  He kept it up until it almost started to be painful, then stopped.  The men clapped in applause. Some patted him on the shoulder.  Others rubbed the vast amount of cum all over his body. The man in charged leaned over him smiling.  He kissed him hard in the lips.  "Welcome to the club", he said.

From his neck downward Ted was covered in cum.  Bron continued to lightly caress his body as the men began to leave.  "Well done." he said.  

Bron undid the cuffs. He then helped Ted sit up.  "And what do you say?" 

"Thank you," said Ted.  

Bron led Ted out of the small chamber into the arena where he had fought the minotaur.  Kyle brought towels and began to wipe up Ted's body.  "No soap and water for right now." said Bron, "this is good luck" pointing to Ted's cum covered torso.  "What now, said Ted.  

Bron, "I'm taking you home."

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Ted woke up.  He was confused for a moment.  They were strong arms wrapped around him, and he felt comfortable and safe.  He smelled of sex. He had never smelled more strongly of sex.  He had a hard on, but he wasn't desperate to attend to it.  There was morning light coming through the windows of his bedroom. Then he remembered. He remembered everything.  It was wild. But he knew it was good. It would be ok.  How he didn't know, but he knew know now everything would be ok. He turned over, buried his face in Bron's chest hair, and drifted back off to sleep.