#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.
