Matham

#Note: I know this is a little different from the get-go. So I'll just promise you that this story has a lot of hot men going at each other so give it a try, please!

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The sun was barely visible below the thick cover of leaves, but cast an afternoon green-glow where Matham walked with his horse. He was walking instead of mounting because the forest was too dense...which was why he was surprised when he chanced upon a man-made clearing, occupied by a lonely brick house amid tree stumps.

A blond-headed young man with an axe on one hand, currently cutting down another poor tree, stopped mid-swing and turned to Matham with alert blue eyes. He looked greener than the leaves, no more than twenty years to his face.

Matham was quick to explain himself.

"Just a passerby. I want no trouble with you." He stopped before calling him 'boy', which could be offensive to a young man's pride.

Another lumberjack, taller, also blond came out of the house wielding an even bigger axe. He had a rough face which was covered in gold shaggy hair. His mountainous body was covered by a dark chiton, the tunic covering up to half his thighs. The left chest was revealed, a small pink nipple which Matham couldn't help but think it looked good for sucking.

This older man is the father of the young man, Matham assessed. They looked well enough alike.

Matham held his composure under the fire of the threatening stares.

"What's that you're carrying?" The big man said, surprising Matham. His deep voice seemed as dangerous as the axe he carried. "Are those rabbits?"

Matham looked at the horse. Fastened to it were a few dead rabbits, waiting to be skinned and cooked.

"That's right, sir." Matham said. He was probably just a few years younger than the other man, but calling him sir felt natural. "Three fat rabbits. One for each of us, if you have me by your fireside."

Matham was big and hairy. He never considered himself pretty, and in fact his face could be quite scary with thick eyebrows and the scars on his cheeks; a long aquiline nose. He could look like a predator. There was good reason for that. He was a predator. But he was a predator of men.

Other men couldn't help but trust him. It wasn't in their control...Matham was special. He was blessed by the goddess of Love herself.

"This is my son Nestor," the older man said. "And I'm Salus. And we'll be glad to share our late afternoon fire with you. It's not every day we get to eat meat."

Matham shook their hands and gave them his name.

"Do I know you?" Salus asked. He looked quite intently at Matham's features, stopping at his lips. Matham smiled.

"I don't think so. It's my first time in this gods-forsaken island. I'm a man on a mission. Maybe you can help me."

The afternoon was almost to an end when the rabbits were done and ready. The men ate with eagerness, fat grease running down their lips as they matched a happy expression that only came from truly satisfying food.

They were very curious about Matham's life, and he had to be careful not to talk too much. It wouldn't be good to let it slip that he had been a pirate once when his parents were still alive. He told them he was a soldier looking for glory.

In turn, Matham got a good glimpse into their lives. Salus was a single father, his wife died giving birth. They had lived their whole lives in that island and barely left the roundabouts of the village, having visited the capital only a few times.

"Nestor, go and take the horse to the wood-shack. It's empty now so it can serve as a stable for this night." Salus ordered that and checked to see if Matham would protest. He didn't. He was glad to have a good night of sleep. "And son? I'll be wanting to talk to our guest alone for a while. Stay in the house."

Nestor was intrigued but nodded. "Yes, father."

"About that help I might be able to give you..." Salus said when his son left them. "What is it exactly?"

"Direction. I think you might have gathered where I'm headed."

"The labyrinth. You seek to kill the Minotaur."

"Yes."

"You will die."

Matham bit his lip and stared into the fire.

"Well, I don't think so."

"What makes you think you're different than the hundreds if not thousands of fools who sought the same thing and died?"

Salus opened his legs to move the fire with a stick and in doing so revealing below his tunic a good pair of hairy balls and long cock. It caught Matham off guard.

"Uh, let's just say I'm confident in my abilities."

Salus shook his head.

"I can see you're determined. Idiot. Too bad I can actually help you. I know one entrance. It has many entrances in the island, but the one I know is below the river. You'll have to know how to swim."

The memory of his parent's ship breaking under the haunting force of a storm assaulted Matham's mind. He swallowed.

"That won't be a problem," Matham said.

At that moment Matham was caught looking below the tunic at the man's privates and realized Salus hadn't actually intended to show himself. He covered himself and cleared his throat.

"I apologize," Salus said.

"For what? Warming yourself in this good fire?" Matham smiled. "It's always nice to warm those parts."

Salus stayed quiet for a few seconds before opening his lips in a big grin.

"Would you mind if I do?" he asked.

"Not at all."

"So you're one of those?"

"I most certainly am."

Salus looked around as if checking for a spy, an aggravated quality to it because the only spy would be his own son.

"Well, I'm not," Salus said. "But..."

"But?"

"Something about you."

"I hear that a lot," Matham said cockily.

Salus grunted, his cock slowly engorged and lifted up, pressing against the tunic. Matham was left gaping at the monument appearing before his eyes, and that wonder pleased Salus more than words could express. You could see it in his eyes that the big lumberjack took a great pride in his tool.

Salus stood up and took Matham by the arm away from the fire and towards the trees, where he was made to kneel.

Matham left himself be dragged like a kid, then thrown against a thick tree trunk. It was too dark to see, but there were tells that the big rod was right in front of his face.

The warmth was one, emanating like waves to his face. And the sound of Salus heavy breathing coming right from above. The smell was the biggest one. Salus probably hadn't bathed in a few days which made the scent stronger a thousandfold, musty, undoubtedly masculine, filling his mouth with water.

He grabbed it with both hands and the heat was like fire inside the pumping veins. When he licked the foreskin, his tongue went below so he could take away the sweat and semen which had crusted there, leaving the head clean and warm.

Salus moaned as if he was in both relief and pain. But he was masculine and constrained even in those moments, which sounded more like elongated grunts. That let Matham know that he had accomplished a big thing when Salus actually sounded in ruins when he sucked below the root of his cock, filling his mouth with those hairy gigantic balls.

"Ohhhh what are....I beg you...," Salus seemed close to despair. "Damn you...damn you."

Even though it seemed like he was asking Matham to stop, he knew that to stop sucking was not even a possibility in the other man's brain.

Matham was so happy. It had been a long time since a cock gave that much trouble to his lips, making them stretch hard.

"Warm and soft...damn you...I can't stop...what are you doing to me?" Salus grabbed Matham's poor head with both hands and began to move his hips roughly, pumping hard inside his mouth and throat.

The cock was making his lips burn and his eyes water. He held onto the thighs of his assailant and rejoiced.

"Father? Is everything okay? Is he hurting you?" That was Nestor. Salus cursed under his breath.

"Get back to the house now!"

"Oh..." Nestor gasped, holding a torch. Fixated on the strange scene in front of him, Nestor ignored his father and watched. Poor Salus, he couldn't understand why he couldn't stop even as his son was witnessing one of his most carnal shame.

He hadn't even pulled out his cock from the depths of Matham's face, pumped a few more before filling him up with his powerful manly seed. Cum was gushing through the rims of Matham's sore lips even as he tried to eat it all.

Salus took a few steps back, cock bouncing, and looked at his son. "To the house now!"

Nestor nodded quickly and retreated.

Then Salus looked at Matham still kneeling on the ground. "You go sleep with your horse. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He sounded angry and Matham nodded, not wanting to make things worse.

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Matham woke up the next day earlier than the others. Salus appeared out of the house when Matham was walking the horse to some grass, Nestor right behind him, both using tunics which covered half their thighs and left one the left side of their chest revealed.

"Good morning, Matham."

"Good morning, Salus."

"My son is headed to the village today. I'll be free to guide you towards your destination. That is unless you have changed your mind...have you?"

"I have not."

"Alas."

Matham darted a glance over at Nestor and realized the youth was avoiding any eye contact and his face seemed slightly colored. He had reason to feel that way. It must not be an easy thing to catch father nailing another man.

He let them be and went to take care of his horse. He was fastening the rope which tethered the horse to the wood-beam of the shack when Salus came up and invited him to the house for a talk.

The house looked bigger from the inside. That was because it had no rooms but only thick wood-beams which held up the roof as if the house was still in construction. Wood was prominent in the ceiling, intricate arrangements which seemed too complicated to understand but trustworthy enough to not fall on their heads. The floor was dark smooth-stone.

"You're a carver, aren't you?" Matham asked after giving a quick look on the unique chairs and tables, and against the wall, he saw many tools of a woodworker, saws and knives and planks.

"A carver and a stonemason, though I am out of practice on that regard," Salus said.

"Then you lied to me."

"I did?"

"You said you have never left this island, barely visiting the capital...you couldn't have learned masonry and carving in a simple village."

"And did you only tell me truths?" he asked, giving Matham a dangerous look.

Matham was suddenly aware that maybe his charm wasn't working as effectively as he hoped in this man. Matham was not a weak man. In fact he was a great warrior. But he didn't know how good Salus was either, specially if he was able to pierce through Matham's charm.

"I didn't tell you the whole truth," Matham admitted.

Salus shook his head aggressively. Matham took a step back.

"Look at this," Salus said, lifting his tunic. His chiton was somehow covering a very hard wood. He revealed it, taking Matham's breath away. "I've been like this since Yesterday. You're doing this to me. Even my son noticed it."

"I-I..." Matham had no words. He was staring at the cock.

"And I couldn't stop fucking your mouth even when Nestor was right there watching. I've never felt that before."

"I don't know what...you mean."

"You're different. Yes or no?" His voice was demanding, almost as if he also had a charm of his own.

"Yes." Matham stared. The cock was too beautiful, big and thick, to be ignored. It held the tunic up the power of its own erection. Matham could almost see the veins throbbing from the distance. "Sir, yes."

"And...am I to blame for thinking you beautiful?" He asked. "I've never felt like this for a man. But I look at your bearded face and this happens to me." This time he took the cock in his palm and appeared to squeeze until the visible half turned purple. "And I got the feeling that my son is also looking at you with interest. Are we to blame for that?"

Matham's throat was dry and he swallowed the excessive amount of saliva that his mouth had produced.

This was his weakness. A strong masculine man holding his cock right in front of him.

"You are not to blame. You cannot help but find me attractive. Please, let me say no more."

He seemed surprise by the urgency in Matham's voice.

"Is that all I am feeling? Attracted?"

"Yes. But I will leave soon enough and all will be normal again."

"Will you leave me like this?" he asked, this time holding his divinely-carved cock invitingly.

Matham adoringly went to his knees in front of him and, holding his balls, began to suck.

Salus had to sat down eventually in one of his huge wooden chairs. He moaned and agonized as Matham stuck his face right in the place between cock-root and balls, dragging his face all over his manhood. He stopped before allowing Salus to ejaculate his delicious seed.

Standing up, Matham turned and adjusted the cock against his entrance.

"Wait...what are you...Ohh!" Salus's thick cock slid inside Matham's anus, killing off his words.

That first motion as Matham sat on his crotch, taking the whole thing up his gut, felt like a stab. A very sharp-edged cock cutting his insides. Matham lived for that pain. There was nothing quite like it in the whole world. Matham smiled, even as he felt the hot burning from his poor anus.

"How...This is..." Salus uttered the words like it was the hardest thing he's ever done. "Did you use oil?"

Matham shook his head and lifted away from the cock. Its receding motion dragged the walls of his anus, burning not only them but also his brain. His legs shook slightly and he fought to keep himself up until the cock-head popped off the hole. He turned to watch Salus face as the man stared at his cock, clean and glistening with some transparent liquid.

"What is this?" he said. "I thought you said you hadn't used oil."

"I haven't. That is me."

Some men would appear disgusted at first, but not Salus. He ran a finger up his cock and then licked it.

"Hm. This is...so good. What are you?" he said. But didn't wait for an answer.

He pulled Matham back down and fucked him like a mad animal, which made Matham sound like a mad animal in dangerous peril as the cock assaulted his ass mercilessly.

"I...can't...take this...anymore," Salus growled the words as he pounded up the ass. For a few seconds they only heard the sound of meat-slapping...then they both moaned loudly, Salus because he was shooting his load, and Matham because he could feel every single ounce of cream inside of him.

"Won't you stay for another day? Just another one."

Matham heard himself agreeing in the distance of his mind.

"Where are you going?" Salus asked him moments later after Matham recovered himself.

"The day is long and mayhaps I can catch some game for us. You have work to do as well."

His bow and arrow were in the shack with the horse. Leaving the horse, he walked towards the dense woods, not expecting to find big animals like in the continent, but rabbits were aplenty. He needed to be stealthy. In the following hours he managed to catch more than five, and could've caught even more, but he didn't think it was necessary.

"Your aim is true, Matham," Salus said when he received the rabbits. He was outside wielding his axe, cutting down more trees. This time he only had a tunic around his waist, protruding chest muscles and abdomen glistening with sweat. His son had not yet returned from the village.

"So is yours," Matham reached below the tunic and grabbed the sharp cock.

A minute later, he was like a dog on his fours, right there on the dirt, while the big lumberjack wielded his other powerful tool, slamming it inside Matham's rear.

And later, with a sore leaking anus Matham sucked on the cock while satisfying himself with a hand.

He spilled his seed on the dirt.

"You might be a bigger distraction than I thought, Matham."

Feeling guilty, Matham skinned the rabbits and started the fire so Nestor could have a nice surprise when he got back.

Salus was good at making porridge and collecting fruits from trees and selecting plants to make soup. He shared his food with Matham...because Matham had not come around to tell him he didn't actually need to eat. His immortality was sustained by one thing only. His seed. The one he ejaculated in Matham's mouth or anus. The male force of procreation. So Matham had more selfish reasons to stay longer, to get as much stored-sustain as he possibly could before entering the labyrinth.

When Nestor returned, they enjoyed the food around the fire once more, companionship putting the past embarrassments behind.

"Matham," Nestor asked. "If I may ask..." The younger beauty looked at his father for permission. Salus nodded, though it seemed like he didn't know what his son was going to say.

"Ask," Matham said.

"Well, when you go with father to the labyrinth...what will happen to the horse?"

Matham was taken aback for a moment. He had not stopped to think about that. The river could be reached by foot, according to Salus, and his horse couldn't very well go with him. Well, there was only one thing he could do.

"I will leave him with you, of course." He had acquired the horse as a gift from a horse trader by the pirate shore of the island. He had enjoyed the horse's companionship but hadn't really even bothered to give him a name. "You can even name him."

"Thank you, sir," Nestor said. "That's mighty good of you."

Nestor placed a hand on Matham's thigh and let it linger. His father obviously noticed but pretended otherwise, then excused himself early to go back to work in his carvings.

"Those chairs won't make themselves."

Nestor stayed by the fireside as the darkness approached. His hand left a shivering effect on Matham's skin. Now they silently watched the flames. At first Matham thought that Nestor's colored cheeks were from the fire heat, but it became clear through his darting glances that he was fighting with some inner thoughts.

"What did you do at the village, if I may ask?"

"I help fixing houses, selling father's work..." he said quickly. "Father has some rich clients from the city who come all the way here to get some of his furniture. He is gifted."

"He most certainly is. Are you?"

"Well, no, I've never learned how to carve like father."

"It's not what I'm talking about."

"Huh?"

"Are you as gifted down below like your father?" Matham wondered if it had been too much too fast. "Well, you two are planning something, aren't you? It's the only reason why he would leave us alone after what he did to me today. So let's just get to it."

Nestor acquired a thoughtful countenance and slowly smiled. He stood up and uncovered with a pull his youthful virility. Like father like son.

"Father talked to me, yes. He explained everything rather quickly."

"Well, then...you think you can take me on?"

That jabbed him in the right spot. He got a little more aggressive, and his thick cock throbbed upwards. Nestor was young, but still a grown man who definitely new how to use his powerful tool.

"One thing's different between me and father, though. I've always liked men. I've been tasting men for a while...I'm known in the village for it. Imagine how jealous I was of my own father when I saw him taking advantage of the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Are you ready to take ME?" Nestor said.

Matham saw the intensity in his eyes and believed every word he said.

His cock trembled with excitement while his anus blinked in fear.

"How do you want me, sir?" Matham asked.

Nestor smirked. From the moment he slapped his thighs right there and then, indicating that Matham should sit on him at that moment, he never took that scathing grin out of his face, the type of grin that let anyone know how much he liked to fuck.