"Well, I won't keep you two. Have fun with each other," the satyr said with a sneer. John cried out involuntarily; the satyr's meaning was clear. Brian was sporting a huge boner. John had a few ideas of what Brian wanted to do with it, and he didn't like any of them. He still had no idea what was going on -- one moment he was giving his boyfriend head and the next he was shackled in a dungeon and fearing for his life. He didn't even know where he was, or even if he had gone back in time. Only a few things were certain: he was still an orc and Brian was still a minotaur, Brian was under some sort of mind control spell, and was John was about to get boned. Literally.
"Don't worry too much about it, John," the satyr said, moving closer to his face. John shuddered at the beast speaking his name. "You are trapped in this labyrinth that this minotaur watches over, but your end won't come by starvation. Brian will give you enough to fill you up. You might get a bit tired of it, though," the satyr said with a horrible laugh, flicking Brian's huge member and causing it to bob up and down. A drop of precum oozed from the tip. John went pale.
The satyr pulled in extremely close to John's face. "This is what happens when you embarrass me," he snarled. John wanted to strangle the beast, and would have if it weren't for the restraints. All he could do was spit into the face of his captor, and he wasn't even given that satisfaction, as the satyr disappeared in a flash of light before the spit hit its mark.
Now alone with John, Brian growled menacingly. "Brian, please," John pleaded. "You're under some sort of spell. I...I still don't know what's going on, but please don't do it, Brian." John was desperately trying to formulate a plan. He had to get free and seek help. He had to get out of this labyrinth. Was that easier said than done? Soon it became difficult to concentrate.
"Mmph! Mmph!" John tried to speak with Brian's cock jammed into his throat. He was profoundly uncomfortable, due both to the member poking the back of his throat, and the cheese caking said member. Brian growled some more. His intelligence seemed to have decreased quite dramatically, apparently due to the mind control spell.
"SUCK!" Brian roared, smacking John across the face again. John wasn't trying to make Brian angry, but he definitely wasn't pleasing him. John forced down the feelings of dread inside of him and decided to put effort into sucking Brian off, running his tongue along Brian's cock. Even so, the uneven rhythm to his thrusts and his cock's size caused John to nearly gag a few times. John felt Brian's strokes into his mouth getting faster and deeper, so he braced for the inevitable.
Brian pushed so deep his crotch fur tickled John's nose. Soon, John felt a feeling more awful than anything he felt that day. He needed to sneeze, with an angry monster's most sensitive body part inside his mouth. "Mmph! MMMPPPPHHHH!" John cried out. He tried to spit the cock out but it was in too deep. Brian was too wrapped up in his approaching orgasm to notice. Soon...
"Mmph -- CHOOO!"
John sneezed Brian's cock out of his mouth, both covering it with orc snot and dragging it along John's sharp tusks. Brian roared in pain, seemingly shaking the stone walls. He grabbed his now bleeding dick and sprinted down the corridor, trying to run off the pain. He bellowed as he ran, the volume of his cries remaining constant despite the distance. "Funny," John thought to himself. "Under any other circumstances, I would consider that hilarious."
John desperately tried to muscle his way through the restraints. Despite his muscles, he had no luck: all he was doing was hurting his wrists trying to yank the chains off the wall. A few minutes later, John heard the heavy footsteps approaching him quickly. John looked in a panic to his left. Brian was back, only now, he was hoisting a battle axe high above his head, and running straight for the shackled orc. John felt all the blood drain from his head.