As they navigated through the dark corridors, John gradually noticed that it was getting brighter. “I think we’re on the right track,” he said to Sanin. Sanin remained silent. Taking care not to abandon their gameplan of getting through the maze, John stuck to making only left turns, right up until they observed unmistakable sunlight coming around a corner. “See? I told you we’d get out,” John told a now-relaxed Sanin.
“Thanks,” Sanin beamed. “You know, fer an orc, yer all right.”
“You know, you keep saying it like that and I might change my mind about not eating you.” They turned the corner and came across green grass and the sound of singing birds. Carrying Sanin, John sprinted towards freedom. But just as he crossed the threshold, John felt some resistance, like he ran through Saran wrap.
“What the—?!” They were both transported back deep in the maze. There was no light, no grass, no birds, nothing.
“Oh, fer fuck’s sake! What the fuckin’ hell!” Sanin let out a string of invective. “We were free!”
“I don’t…understand,” John moaned. “How are we supposed to get out of here?” John took a few steps backwards, hoping to go back through the portal. Nothing.
“We’re probably not supposed to.” Sanin said, his words dripping with acid. “If I had to guess, only minotaurs and satyrs can use that exit.”
John set Sanin and the battle axe he was carrying on the ground and began to look around. Around a corner, he came across a pair of broken shackles on the ground. It was where he had been initially transported to, where he had been tormented by Brian. Even worse, judging by the lack of passed-out minotaurs on the ground, Brian had come to and was looking for John.
John lost his cool and let out an ear-splitting orc roar. He smashed his fists against the stone walls, not accomplishing anything except hurting his hands. Suddenly, there was another familiar roar from far off. John froze. Then there was another roar, which sounded a bit closer.
“Well, if we weren’t fucked before…” Sanin began.
“Shut up!” John yelled. “We need a plan.” He picked up his battle axe once again and held it tight. Desperate for an idea, John began replaying the day’s events. A few hours ago (and in a different dimension), he learned that if he concentrated on his human form while having an orgasm, John could transform. Could he turn into something besides a human? He was able to keep the huge cock of his orc form earlier through the power of thought. John could think of nothing else. He dropped the axe, sat down, closed his eyes, and began rubbing himself.
“Whoa!” Sanin exclaimed. “This is hardly the time fer that, don’cha think?”
John opened his eyes and kept rubbing. “Look,” he began. “Long story. But I can transform if I do this. I can turn into something to get us out of here.” John didn’t mention that he had only gone between orc and human with this method, and human would definitely not help in this situation. John was hoping to get bigger, a lot bigger. Closing his eyes again, he pushed the battle axe back toward Sanin with his free hand.
John’s cock swelled a little bit, but he realized he was too afraid of the approaching Brian. He wasn’t getting erect. John grunted and began rubbing faster. Sanin was at a loss for words. They still heard Brian moving, but he seemed lost. Brian grabbed the axe and stood guard at a corner. “Can you…um…hurry?” he asked, embarrassed.
Just like earlier in the night, John pulled his legs over his head in order to get his cock into his mouth. This was enough to get him going. The sensation was enough to block the thought of the approaching Brian. Even so, John tired quickly, and got a bad cramp before he could orgasm. He collapsed and laid flat on the ground, exhausted. He took a few deep breaths, but his dick had already begun to soften.
Suddenly, Sanin took John’s huge penis and tried to cram as much of it in his mouth as he could. John gasped. He was quickly at full mast once again. “Man, he’s got skill,” John thought as Sanin licked his member. Sanin crawled on top of John and began rubbing his body in time with his oral action. The sensation of their hairy bodies rubbing against each other put John over the edge. He roared as Sanin’s mouth overflowed with cum.
Sanin quickly backed off of John’s body and retched. “Blech! Please don’ tell me I just did that for nothin’. Are ya changin’? That beast definitely knows where we be now.”
John ignored Sanin. He was busy picturing the form he wanted to change into, and also praying that this would work.