You stare at the reflection in the circular pool at your feet, still sitting on the park bench beneath the Willow tree.
In the distance, weaving its way through the hedge walls, you soon hear a soft melody. Cocking your head, you listen to it as it gradually grows stronger; the quiet music sounding like a flute in the distance.
Someone's out there, you think with sudden hope. Someone's there who can help me...!
Your giant hooves kick up a clod of earth the size of a football as you stand and stomp across the small bridge over the circular pond.
Sense of direction seems to be a gift of this powerful, giant form you've been given as your sharp, bovine ears swivel atop your head beneath your horns to locate the source of the music. The melodic strains have gotten louder, now, and even though they are emanating from a portion of the hedge wall that has no opening, you're pretty sure that the entrance about twenty feet to the left will lead you in the right direction.
Your heavy, dark penis flopping against your knees, you start jogging towards the exit, your heart beating heavily and your lungs breathing in great, powerful gasps.
Soon, the hedge maze surrounds you completely once more as you head into the depths, following the music as it gets louder and clearer.
You stop for a moment by a three-way intersection, to get your bearings, and the music starts to sound ... odd.
As you listen, it has undoubtedly gotten closer but there is a component to it you'd not heard, before. Mingled in between the notes is a sound -like a counter-point- that makes your heart beat faster and your more primitive, sexual brain, pay heed.
The feeling of your heavy cock against your thick hide catches your attention as you idly reach down and stroke it's mammoth girth with your fingertips.
You shake your head, aware that something in the music is arousing these feelings within you, but unable to stop feeling increasingly aroused.
Falling to your knees, you place both paws on your giant phallus and gently begin stroking it, half-closing your eyes and moaning as the sensations fill your heavy, muscle-bound body. Whatever it is about the music that makes you want to experience such pleasure also seems to be enhancing it because the feeling of your palm against your penis is greater than any other masturbatory session you've ever had!
The flesh of your minotaur sheath pulls back as your cock grows thicker, longer, and harder, rising steadily up against your rock-hard abdomen and starting to slide past your sternum. Moaning, you spread your legs as you sit down in the intersection, and place both hands around your mammoth member, slowly stroking yourself to get harder and bigger!
Soon, you look down and can see the tip of your fully-hard cock just above your nipples and starting to brush against your chin.
Without thinking about it, you bend your muzzle down and -with your heavy, wet tongue- start licking yourself and sucking on your giant cock.
You find yourself unable to stop even though you know you shouldn't be doing this. It just feels so good to suck on your own cock; to cup your giant balls in one paw and caress your rock-hard erection with the other.
You taste your precum splashing into your mouth as you suck yourself eagerly, noticing -all the while- that the music is loud enough that its source must be almost upon you!
Down one of the passages, you see movement, yet are unable to stop.
A trio of men, accompanied by a buxom woman playing a flute, come into view, spotting you and pointing.
You can't stop sucking yourself, but feel the tightness in your balls growing as you near climax.
"Get the net," one of the men says as another draws a sword, menacingly.
The pressure in your sex is practically unbearable and with a grunting roar and series of guttural snorts through your nostrils, your begin to climax, spurting your thick, gooey cum not only into your mouth but all over your face, neck, shoulders, and chest!
One of the strangers dashes up to you and, with a clean movement, tosses a broad, black net over your seated body.
Gyrating beyond control, you feel the net throb with a strange, arcane warmth.
"Wha...what're you ... doing...?" you manage to snarl in your deep, baritone voice.
The woman continues to play her flute as the man with the net steps back far enough that you can't easily reach him. The other two approach, both -now- with drawn swords, but hold them at the ready, not making any hostile advancement towards you.
The tingling energy you feel in the threads of the web mingle with your orgasm as you spasm over and over again, pumping your seed out over yourself and begin to feel ... strange.