The labyrinth's walls were high and strong, made of a substance now unknown, with a method now forgotten. There was no light save for the occasional luminescent plant or creature, and the occasional torch or campfire set up by the residents. That didn't matter though. Cyrus brought his own light with him.

He glanced down at his map briefly as he turned round another winding corridor, with the Dancing Lights orbiting him casting long, moving shadows over it and around the wizard himself. Cyrus was dressed in plain black robes, and was lean, but not frail. It was unusual for a wizard do be adventuring at the age of 19, but he wasn't a sorcerer. Shortcuts weren't the way Cyrus did things. Now, however, three days into the maze, he would have killed for a shortcut.

"Where are you..." he mumbled to himself, thinking of the rumored treasure. Supposedly, the collected wealth of the Blood-Horn Minotaur tribe was enough for an adventurer to retire on. He thought fondly of settling down. 

Thump. Thump.

Cyrus turned his head. Footsteps? No, he wasn't so fortunate. Hoof-steps. He turned back and began hastily walking the way he came, when a hulking shadow began to creep around the bend. Two Minotaurs. And a single death for him most likely. The wizard's mind began to race for an out. He whispered a brief prayer to Corellon and cast a spell of invisibility upon himself in a low gasp. All at once, the lights around him flickered out, and the corridor was dark.

The two, hulking shapes loomed over his unseen form. 

"Where'd it go, Red-Tooth?" one said.
"Where'd what go, brother?" was the reply, a growly baritone.
"I thought you said there was light."
"Well, it looks like there isn't. Get back to your post."
"I-"
"BACK TO YOUR POST, MAGGOT!"

One proceeded to hustle away and the halls echoed with fumbling clops. Cyrus lifted his head from the fetal position and glanced at the lingering figure. Red-Tooth's teeth were not red. Yet. They were pointed, like razors, and very, very white. It was grinning.

"I know you're there, sneak-thief. I smell your fear." Cyrus gasped. In a moment of panic, his spell popped like a soap bubble, and the lights began to float about anxiously. "You know why I shooed away my brother?" I wanted your meat all to myself. You know why they called my Red-Tooth?"

Cyrus gulped. Strangely, the most terrifying thing to him was the stirring he saw under Red-Tooth's loincloth. 

"You're mine now, Wizard."

As the Minotaur approached, its erection swelled with each footstep, and soon the cloth fell away to reveal a member larger and thicker than Cyrus's arm. The Minotaur opened it's fanged mouth and let out a slight breath as it slowly pumped it in its fist, growing nearer and nearer. 

Cyrus steeled himself. "You made a mistake shooing away your brother, monster." The beast tilted its head. "The reason I was so afraid was because I had only one of these left in reserve."

With that, as the creature readied itself to lunge at him with its extended claws, Cyrus spoke his last combat spell for this day. Red-Tooth's eyes lifted towards the were-lights that were flying towards him suddenly, and let out a muffled yelp as they narrowed and stretched, winding themselves about him. Soon, Red-Tooth, still erect, was bound and gagged.

Cyrus walked over, easing his fear. "You literally get off on violence, huh?" he said, admiring the creature's length. "Now then, unless you want to find yourself in a bad situation, you'll tell me where the treasure is." Cyrus gestured and the gag dissolved.

"When I get free-"
"This spell lasts for 24 hours. It's my own design." Red-Tooth's face darkened. 
"No torture will break me, wizard." The Minotaur made the last word a curse. Cyrus sighed and seated himself next to the beast. He paused in thought. 

"Maybe I can offer you something?" the wizard said.
"No bribe-" 

Before the Minotaur finished speaking, Cyrus put his hand on the thing's shaft and let it drift up and down. The creature let out a slow, stuttering breath.

"Is that good? There's more if you just tell me." Red-Tooth gritted his teeth. The wizard was using both of his hands now. 

"No-nothing!" At this, Cyrus smiled. He took a long, slow lick of the tip, swallowing the sticky residue beading up. With his right hand, he cupped the creatures prodigious testicles, and with the left, he ripped off the loincloth. 

"If pleasure won't sway you, perhaps punishment will." Red-Tooth struggled as the bonds rearranged themselves, leaving him crouching belly-down on his hands and knees. When he heard the rustle of Cyrus removing his robes, he had a moment of realization. His anger began to change to fear, mixed with a bit of erotic anticipation, long repressed. 

"From what I know of Minotaur society, being taken this way is shame on a warrior. So I doubt you'll call for help." Cyrus stretched and cracked his neck, his thin and built body fully exposed and himself fully aroused. He gripped his cock and smiled. "Now then, where is the treasure?"

"I don't-" Before the sentence finished leaving his lips, Cyrus shoved two fingers into Red-Tooth's crack. He mumbled briefly, and Red-Tooth felt a slippery substance coat his insides. 

"You know what happens next?" Cyrus asked, grinning and tilting his head one way. Red-Tooth squirmed as the fingers went deeper. Normally, insertion of one's whole hand is considered extreme and painful, but this mean very little between a human and a Minotaur.

"I- ah. The trea... ah!" 

"Not in a talking mood? Maybe I can change that." Red-Tooth waited. "Or maybe not." Cyrus rolled to underneath Red-Tooth, and began kneading his balls slowly and methodically. 

"What?" Red-Tooth said.
"Wait, are you disappointed?"
"No, I-" But his words cut into a gasp as Cyrus pushed his hand in again. 

"I'll go on... if you beg for it." he said, letting his hand lie still briefly. Red-Tooth considered, feeling the warmth of Cyrus's hand inside him. 
"Go on."
"No. Grovel."
"I-"
"Grovel, you stupid cow!"
"Please... I beg you... Do it. To me." Red-Tooth's words were laden with shame.
"Do what?" There was a pregnant silence, during which Cyrus idly masturbated himself.
"Fuck me. Please."
"Was that so hard?" Cyrus said, rolling out from under him. Red-Tooth felt Cyrus's cock slide into him with a small pop, and he briefly thought about how strong the lube spell was. Then, Cyrus began to roll his hips, and thought left the equation. 

"Tight, man. So... ugh..." Cyrus closed his eyes. Red-Tooth felt his insides wrapped around Cyrus's length and began to squirm. Why did he like this? Did it matter? When the waves of pleasure passed over him, he felt indifferent and ecstatic at once. Cyrus braced himself against him, grabbing onto nothing but Red-Tooth's manhood as he fucked him, increasing the pace.

"Ugh... Ah!" Cyrus's cock began to throb as he felt himself building up, and tightened himself, thrusted as fast as he could, curled his toes, did everything he could to delay it, but found himself spurting his seed straight into Red-Tooth. He swayed and loosened himself, and Red-Tooth's bonds dissolved. Both were sprawled out on there backs next to each other. The beast thought about running, but then felt the ache of his unresolved erection. He motioned to grip it, but Cyrus rolled on to it, his whole body covering it. 

"Tell me where the treasure is and I get you off."
"But-"
Cyrus began to lick the Minotaur's penis again, slowly, up and down, intent on covering the whole thing. Red-Tooth squirmed as his pleasure-dazed mind searched for the facts.

"Down hall... secret door. Key under red stone... to east."
"Was that so hard?" said the Wizard. Cyrus glanced down at the erection he was straddling. "I know something is." He began to roll himself up and down, grabbing at the foreskin with his hands and massaging and licking. 

"Hrargh..." Red-Tooth growled as Cyrus's whole body rubbed against him. He felt a tingling where Cyrus's feet were handling his balls. "Gra..." Cyrus himself looked like a kid about to get candy. "HRAAAGH!"

Red-Tooth's cock pulsed and pulsed, letting out stringy shots of sperm. His chest, Cyrus's, his face, Cyrus's, nothing was left uncovered. He gasped and leaned back. Cyrus rose, naked. 

"I never needed armor anyway. I'm a wizard." He grabbed his bag and slung it on, marking his map. Red-Tooth watched as his ass vanished into the darkened corridors along with the rest of the nude, fleeing wizard. He leaned his head back, and licked his lips. Red-Tooth made a decision. Slowly, he rose, naked. (Though this isn't as big a deal amongst Minotaurs as it is humans.) He sniffed his scent, and went to follow Cyrus.