You could barely feel yourself as you were wretched onto your bare feet and pulled along by the Minotaur. You were drawn down a corridor with wooden walls and rocky cavern floors. You felt horrid, your limbs cold but your face, chest and, in an increasingly more apparent way, your goin were flashing with heat. You began to sweat, but this was something that became more difficult to notice. All your body wanted to do was stop. The Minotaur marched on ahead, dragging you behind, at was obviously a short distance and yet the journey crawled.
"My name is Greff," The Minotaur boomed. His grip was worst than a vice, and you were sure it would bruise.
You were too scared, too delirious, to respond. You and Greff came to a stop at a door. Greff opened it and shoved you inside. You stumbled forwards and collapsed frontwards onto the floor. Your penis grazed the wooden floorboards of the room, sending a feeling like butterflies kissing at your flesh up and down your member. You scrawled onto your side and examined the room. The walls were carved out of the cave, but the floor was wooden. The bed had nothing but a mattress on it, and was far too large for a human but it seemed perfect for a anyone the size minotaur. Next to the bed was strange bolder next to it seemed to be a bedside table. The top had been chiseled away so that it was flat and usable. Light poured though a window currently closed with a latch.
"We minotaur do enjoy it rough, but we can admit, certain creature comforts are a requirement." Greff grinned, looking you up and down.
You crawled clumsily onto your but and followed Greff's line of sight. Your senses began to return to near nominal, although you were still exhausted. You had an erection and sweating profusely with heat. Greff smiled and slowly began to close the door shut.
"Enjoy your first night."
The door closed and suddenly you were immersed with a special kind of permission, a privacy that encouraged you to give into a sudden urge of the flesh. You groaned, trying to resist what was clearly a symptom of a greater issue, but the pleasure grew such that it was irresistible. One last flash of heat, one pulse of lust, was too much and immediately you began to masturbate without any conscious thought. The texture of your palm against your cock was overpowering, greater than any sex you had in your existence so far, thus the actual act of pumping your cock was indescribable. You wailed and cried in pure, carnal joy.
You spread yourself across the floor and simply pumped away, enjoying yourself as your body ached and throbbed in all sorts of ways. You bit your lower lip hard, feeling your balls start to swell and begin to pump your body with new hormones and strange, transformative properties. You felt so turned on, your body temple of eroticism trapped within a thin, small human form. There was a sudden snap as your shoulders broadened, and your crotch felt like fire as your pubic hair began thicker and grew up to your navel. Your pits began thick with body hair too! You might have even noticed your hair beginning to curl as you rolled onto your side, riding the pleasurable high as it pressed forward into its crescendo.
Your spunk plashed across the floor as such speed and such load, your entire body cocked back and forth in a pleasant, rocking way. You rolled onto for front, your mind reeling. But one thought came to you. Sleep.
You stumbled onto your feet, almost slipping on the puddle of spunk formed at your side, and collapsed into bed.
You were out before you hit the mattress.