The Maze

“One locker please”, the place was too quiet, only the cute guy at the cashier seemed to be there, “25 dollars please”. Bastian reached out for his wallet, on the counter there was an odd half torn sticker that said “Beware of the puppy”, with the image of a BDSM dog mask. Bastian was not into any sort of kink and the image of the dog mask gave him chills, maybe this was not a good idea he thought. “Are you coming in?” the cashier insisted, Bastian paid and was given in exchange a towel and a key with an adjustable cord. “Locker 11,” the cute guy at the register said. When he crossed the door it was like entering another world, all of his senses were stimulated, loud music came from speakers on the walls, the smell of bleach impregnated the air everywhere, and red neon lights showered the walls to every room.

This was Bastian’s first experience in a sauna, his friends had invited him on several occasions but he was afraid of them seeing him naked, he was too self-aware of his body. But now that he was there, he wished he wasn't alone. Bastian made his way to the lockers, there was another man there, he was naked displaying all his manhood without any sign of modesty focused on his cellphone. Bastian opened the locker and began to unbutton his shirt, suddenly becoming aware that the man’s eye had diverted from the cellphone's screen to his naked chest, this made Bastian too aware of himself and covered with the towel to remove his pants and underwear. The man seemed annoyed by this, he closed his locker and left the room.

Bastian came from the locker room to an empty long hallway. Music kept blasting. The hallway was slippery with water from the near showers, funny because no one seemed to be there, at least not using any shower. Had he come on a bad day? The place seemed deserted. So far the only persons he had seen, were the cute cashier boy and the ugly man. Bastian hoped not to be alone with that man, maybe he had to call it quits and go home.

But as they say, curiosity killed the cat and Bastian needed to know the place so he could brag with his friends. After all, no one needed to know it had been empty. Bastian could always say he had fucked with every handsome man he could conjure in his imagination; one of them could be a beefy hunk with a huge junk with whom he could’ve bottomed, or maybe a little bubble butt twink with a piercing on his belly button, that was such a turn on for him. Maybe why not? An incredible orgy where he could take turns on every guy.

Bastian kept walking through the long corridor when a familiar neon sprayed sign caught his attention again. “Beware of the puppy!” All over the wall, and the same puppy mask accompanied. Someone must really be into those kinds of masks, Bastian thought, although the place looked nothing like a BDSM club, but then again he had no experience whatsoever in this kind of place.

Finally he came to a lounge with some sofas and tv screens with porn. He had never seen any of the vids displayed, they all showcased some beefy men that looked to be porn from the 90s. Bastian was distracted by some moans. He was not the only one in the room, there was a couple in a dark corner. They were fucking. The squishy sounds of lube and body fluids were evident now. The two men looked incredibly hot, full of lust. Bastian couldn't help to grow an erection. The top noticed this and locked eyes with Bastian giving him an inviting grin to join them. Bastian fled at the sight of this.

His heart was pounding, this was real. Bastian toured the place, the hallways seemed endless, all gloomy and narrow. Soon the sounds from the music were accompanied by moans and the recognizable sound of “clapping”. He kept advancing somehow the place seemed endless, each corridor ended on a lounge that had 5 more hallways, getting deeper and deeper into the maze. No wonder he had not seen anybody the place was immense. Bastian wondered if anyone had lost themselves in these corridors. His friends had mentioned the place was big but this was absurd. The architecture of the place made no sense. From the outside, the place seemed no bigger than a small grocery store. But once inside this place seemed big enough to be one of those storage units.

He finally arrived at a place that could only be described as a dungeon, each cell had a swing. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating him.

When he halted before one particular cell, an icy shiver ran down his spine, as if unseen fingers traced their way along his skin. The darkness within seemed to devour the feeble light, casting sinister shadows that danced in the corners of his vision. Yet, within the enveloping gloom, he felt a presence—a malevolent presence that watched him with unseen eyes.

Bastian's heart hammered in his chest as he strained to pierce the darkness, searching for the source of the chilling sensation. He could almost taste the fear that hung heavy in the air, mingling with the phantom breath that seemed to materialize before him. But try as he might, there was no one there—just the empty void, filled with the ominous whispers of the past.

A loud moan from behind woke Bastian. Immediately he turned and saw a thin guy pressed against the bars. He was being fucked mercilessly against them, his erection protruding between the bars. The guy’s cock was pierced; his gland was crowned with a PA dripping with precum. It looked so tasty and tempting. Bastian was tantalized by it that he approached the cell automatically.

The thin guy reached out with his arms grabbing Bastian by the towel, pulling him near the cell. Bastian got scared and undid the knot in the towel so he could be set free. Bastian dropped to the floor and the guy in the cell began to cum. As Bastian scrambled to his feet, his skin prickling with terror, he dashed down the hallway. But just as he thought he might escape the suffocating grasp of the dungeon, a cacophony of grotesque appendages emerged from the cells, like twisted lustfull tendrils reaching out to ensnare him.

Naked and defenseless, he felt a myriad of hands clawing at him, their icy touch searing his flesh with a chilling dread. Each grasp was like a vice, threatening to drag him back into the suffocating darkness from which he tried to flee. With every step, the hallway seemed to stretch endlessly before him, the hands multiplying in their relentless pursuit.

Bastian's breath came in ragged gasps as he fought against the tide of grasping limbs, his heart pounding in his ears like a drumbeat of doom. His mind screamed for escape, but the sinister hands seemed to be everywhere, closing in on him from all sides.

As Bastian stumbled out of the dungeon's suffocating embrace, he found himself in a small room bathed in an eerie blue light. Gasping for air, he leaned against the cold stone wall, his heart still racing with the echoes of terror. Gradually, the oppressive weight of the dungeon began to lift, replaced by a strange sense of calm.

But even as he regained his breath and composure, the memory of what had just transpired lingered like a haunting specter in his mind. What had happened in that place? He couldn't shake the feeling of unseen eyes watching him, of phantom hands clawing at his flesh.

His mind was drawn back to the present, and he began to look around the room. The floor was sticky and covered in cum. He looked around and saw the walls had round holes in them.

He recognized them as glory holes. Bastian’s friends used to recount their experience here over and over claiming this was the best part of the entire sauna. The thought of not knowing who might be on the other side of the wall was exhilarating, if they saw a cock that would appeal to them they would go and do the proper thing. For Bastian not knowing who might be on the other side was very intimidating.

The room was full of naked bodies all praying to the phallic gods that protruded from the walls. Each hole was occupied by someone, and sometimes there were even more than 3 people in it. Bastian paid closer attention to the glory holes. They were not just holes, they were shaped like mouths. It was weird to see a cock coming out from a mouth when it usually was the other way around. Some of the mouths were covered in jizz, like the ones in real life. Bastian began to walk to the center of the room.

Suddenly everyone stopped and turned to stare at Bastian, who immediately felt very naked, his cock was pointing straight to the ceiling. Even though Bastian was a virgin he had always been very neat and used to trim and shave his penis and balls. Precum began to leak from Bastian’s erection, a small drop began to descend all the way to his testicles, the flow of precum continued until a drop hit the floor. As if some kind of cue, all the men in the room hurried to Bastian’s hard-on like a pack of hungry hounds.

As a thousand hands caressed Bastian’s body, a maelstrom of sensation engulfed him, staggering his senses in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Every inch of his beign was ignited in pleasure as tongues explored every crevice, leaving no conrner untouched. His mind swirled in a haze of bliss, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of stimulation that washed over him.

With eyes closed he surrendered to the intoxicating symphony of touch, losing himself in the pleasure that consumed him. But just as he was to reach the peak of euphoria, a sudden disturbance shattered the trance-like state.

In the distance, the faint bark of a puppy pierced the air. In an instant, the hands withdrew, the tongues ceased their exploration and the chamber fell silent.

Bastian lay alone on the cold floor, the echoes of pleasure faiding. He realized that he was alone, feeling disoriented, he stood up looking around him, no one was there anymore. Darkness seemed to have engulfed the entire room. Actually, it was not the same room. The walls had changed, they were rough and no glory holes were on them. He couldn't understand what was going on. He stood up and followed the only path that seemed to be available. “Beware of the puppy” again in neon painted across the wall, Bastian kept pushing on, giving no second thought to the warning.

The corridor was dark with a minimum of light that allowed him to distinguish the silhouettes of the nearby persons. The smell of sex and body fluids was intense. Bastian had entered a darkroom. The moans grew louder. You could hear people having sex. Bastian’s penis was rock hard, it was as if something had possessed him. The erection had turned painful, and Bastian needed release.

He kept cruising the darkroom bumping now and then with a wall, a naked body that rejected him, a sticky couch, and some inviting hands that only desired his manhood and once they took hold of it lost interest almost immediately.

Finally, he got to the end of the corridor. The red light was again present in the room. The floor was wet and slippery, and a smell of bleach and humidity filled the air. There were two doors, one led to a sauna, the other to a steam room. Bastian decided to try the sauna.

The door felt heavy. The room seemed small with only a couple of guys in there. One was a hairy chubby man, the other was very slim and smooth-skinned, both were laying on the wooden boards on opposite ends. Bastian sat in the middle. His erection was now unbearable making him anxious for relief.

As Bastian closed his eyes and sank into meditation, he welcomed the warmth that enveloped him. With each breath, he felt the tension melt away replaced by a sense of serenity that washed over him.

As the moments passed, beads of sweat began to form on his skin, glistening in the soft light like pearls scattered across his body. The heat of the chamber intensified, caressing his skin with its sultry embrace and deepening his state of relaxation.

He began to feel pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he saw the thin man giving him a blow job. The man was very skillful with his tongue. Sometimes Bastian thought he saw two tongues wrapping around his cock, it was the best sensation he had ever experienced. The thin guy laid on his back exposing his hard cock to Bastian. A thick stream of precum flowed to the man's belly. The sight of this was enough to make Bastian engulf the man’s penis. The taste of all that nectar was delightful, so thick and salty. Bastian was enjoying the 69 when a new strange yet, amazing sensation arose. The fat man had spread Bastian’s cheeks and began to rim his ass. Bastian was giving into the ecstasy. He had never experienced anything like this; the fat man’s tongue covered every inch of Bastian’s ass, and somehow the tongue seemed to be alive with a will of its own. Entering deeper and deeper. Bastian couldn't take anymore he was about to explode. The heat was crushing, and all the action was suffocating Bastian, yet the urge to explode kept building up. Bastian’s mouth was filled with the thin man’s cum. The warm fluid seemed to flow endlessly, it tasted bitter but somehow good. Bastian couldn't hold any longer.



The explosion was amazing. Bastian had often jerked off in the privacy of his room always achieving some kind of climax. He used to edge always seeking the ultimate pleasure but nothing had compared to this moment. His eyes turned white from the profound sensations that coursed through his body. Both men left the sauna leaving Bastian drained on the floor, twitching from the pleasure. Bastian was able to see the thin man blowing him a kiss and licking the cum that had spilled from his mouth, with a forked tongue. Bastian then fainted.

With trembling limbs, he struggled to rise, but his body refused to obey, forcing him to crawl across the chamber floor towards the door.

Each knock against the unyielding barrier echoed through the chamber, a desperate plea for escape that went unanswered. Panic gnawed at the edges of his consciousness as he felt his strength waning, the air growing thick and oppressive with each labored breath.

With a final surge of determination, Bastian summoned the last vestiges of his energy and pounded against the door with all his might. And then, in a miraculous twist of fate, the door burst open with a violent force, sending him sprawling onto the damp floor.

As he lay there, gasping for breath, the cool rush of air filled his lungs, revitalizing him with its refreshing embrace. In that moment of deliverance, Bastian realized that he had escaped the clutches of death, spared by the timely intervention of fate. With a newfound sense of gratitude, he embraced the coolness of freedom, savoring each breath as if it were his last.

Someone walked beside him, he was barefoot. His nails were painted with baby pink nail polish. He had a tattoo of a little gray wolf puppy on his ankle, it was kind of cartoony. When Bastian glanced up, he saw the most beautiful body he had ever seen, he was a short smooth twink, with an athletic body, every muscle was on display. He was wearing a black jockstrap, that complimented his bubble butt. Both his nipples were pierced. On his face was a black dog BDSM mask. If Bastian could describe physically the man of his dreams, the puppy boy would have been a living replica.

The puppy looked at Bastian and gave a low growl. Bastian’s cock immediately became hard. An unbearable heat began to boil within him.

Bastian struggled to get up. He was very weak from the sauna’s heat. As if hypnotized he mustered all of his strength and stood up. He began to walk behind the puppy admiring his cute butt.

The puppy kept walking as if he were on a runway, swagging his butt. Finally, they arrived at a pool. The ceiling was made of mirrors, reflecting the pool. The puppy descended the steps and disappeared into the water.

As Bastian tentatively stepped into the pool, the water shimmered and transformed into a mesmerizing shade of violet, casting an otherworldly glow that bathed the chamber in an eerie light. With each ripple that spread across the surface, the atmosphere shifted, suffusing the room with a sense of foreboding darkness.

As if by some unseen force, the very air seemed to thicken, wrapping around him like a cloak of shadows. The once familiar chamber now felt like a realm veiled in mystery, its secrets hidden beneath the surface of the violet waters.

Entranced by the surreal spectacle unfolding before him, Bastian found himself drawn deeper into the pool, surrendering to its enchanting embrace. With each step, the world around him blurred and twisted, bending to the will of the violet waters that surrounded him.

In this strange and hypnotic realm, time seemed to lose all meaning as Bastian found himself caught in a trance-like state, lost amidst the swirling depths of the violet pool. And as he gazed into its depths, he couldn't help but wonder what mysteries lay hidden beneath its surface, waiting to be revealed.

As Bastian surrendered to the soothing embrace of the cool water, he allowed himself to float weightlessly, lost in the tranquility of the moment. Closing his eyes, he felt the gentle caress of the water enveloping him, washing away the remnants of fear and uncertainty.

When he opened his eyes once more, he was greeted by the surreal sight of his own reflection shimmering on the ceiling above. In that moment of solitude, the realization dawned upon him that he was truly alone in the pool, the puppy boy nowhere to be found.

Had it all been a figment of his imagination? A mere daydream conjured by the depths of his subconscious? As he floated adrift in the tranquil waters, Bastian couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic nature of his experience, wondering if perhaps it held deeper significance than he could ever comprehend.

Bastian found himself meditating, thinking about why he was there. He had nothing to prove to his friends, so what if he was still a virgin, well maybe not a complete virgin, not after all he had lived here. He smiled to himself at the thought of this. Maybe he should go, he had already experienced enough.

As Bastian swam towards the edge of the pool, his mind filled with the urgent need to escape the looming sense of dread that hung heavy in the air. But just as he reached for safety, a deafening splash echoed through the chamber, jolting him from his desperate retreat.

Heart pounding in his chest, Bastian whirled around, scanning the empty expanse of the room for any sign of danger. Yet, all he found was a void of silence, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of water against the pool's edge.

But then, from the depths of the pool, bubbles began to rise, as if stirred by some unseen force lurking beneath the surface. Panic surged through Bastian's veins, a primal instinct urging him to flee from the encroaching threat.

With every ounce of strength he possessed, he propelled himself towards the safety of the pool's edge, the adrenaline-fueled desire to survive driving him onward. The sensation of being pursued spurred him to swim faster, each stroke bringing him closer to the elusive sanctuary beyond.

Bastian was about to exit the swimming pool when a cute bark stopped him. He turned around and saw a pair of plastic puppy ears emerging from the water. It was him! The puppy growled and barked playfully. Again Bastian’s cock rose in response to the puppy’s bark. Something was driving Bastian mad. A strange unnatural force took over Bastian’s will.

He felt afraid, but some force kept pushing him toward the puppy boy. His eyes were seductive, hypnotic, they seemed to be hazel with a flicker of gold. Bastian reached out to touch the puppy’s firm abs. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, caressing the body of the puppy boy. His firm chest, his hard ass, his strong erection.

The puppy boy in return began to caress his prey’s body. Unlike the desperate moves from Bastian, the puppy boy seemed to be having fun with him, toying him, slowly and gently squeezing Bastian’s ass, pinching his nipples, caressing his stomach, smelling him, absorbing every detail of Bastian’s body and essence.

The puppy boy submerged again. Bastian felt an amazing pleasure, the puppy was giving him a blowjob, and fingering his ass. The puppy boy pulled Bastian under the water and accommodated himself in Bastian’s rear.

Bastian felt something hard pressing on his ass. The tip of the puppy boy’s penis was pushing forward. An acute pain made Bastian release all the air in his lungs. The puppy boy began to push, harder pressing all his manhood inside. Bastian felt he was being literally split in two, as if a sharp razor was cutting him from the inside. Water began to tinge red, and Bastian began to bleed. The puppy began to fuck him without mercy. Soon the pain became a pleasure, but Bastian was feeling the lack of air. He struggled against the puppy boy to resurface, but the puppy boy had an incredible strength that kept him from moving.

A wave of dizziness swept over him, disorienting him in the disconcerting void that had replaced the tranquil pool. Where once there had been water, now there was only darkness—an abyss stretching endlessly into the unknown.

Unable to discern the bottom from the surface, Bastian felt as though he were suspended in the very depths of his own subconscious, grappling with the conflicting emotions that waged war within him. Pleasure and pain intertwined, each vying for dominance in the tumultuous sea of his mind.

As he struggled to find solid ground among the swirling chaos, Bastian could only cling to the fragile threads of his sanity, praying for release from the unyielding grip of the bottomless pit that threatened to consume him whole. Bastian’s cock began to throb ready to release his seed. He kept struggling with the puppy boy for freedom, but every effort was fruitless. As the unseen force continued to tighten its grip on Bastian's body, he felt a surge of inhuman strength coursing through him, threatening to crush his very bones beneath its relentless pressure. Every fiber of his being screamed out in agony as he struggled against the vice-like hold, his muscles straining against the invisible bonds that bound him. How could one entity possess such strength, such unfathomable power?

As Bastian’s consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion, a surreal haze descended upon him, enveloping him in a fog of lightheadedness and blurred vision. Convulsions wracked his body, each spasm sending waves of agony and ecstasy coursing through his veins.

In the midst of his torment, a strange warmth began to spread through him, suffusing every fiber of his being with a perverse pleasure that defied reason. It was as if the very essence of his existence was being consumed by the intense sensation, leaving him gasping for breath as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of sensation.

And amongst the chaos, the howls of the puppy boy echoed through the chamber, a symphony of pleasure that mingled with Bastian’s own cries of ecstasy. In that moment of shared release, boundaries blurred and identities melded into one, the lines between pleasure and pain, reality and fantasy, becoming indistinguishable in the throes of euphoria.

As Bastian’s consciousness flickered on the brink of oblivion, he surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating embrace of the puppy boy’s howls, lost in a whirlwind of sensation that carried him to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. Bastian released his cum, giving in to pleasure. Darkness embraced him, and a sudden peace filled his body.

As the policemen and paramedics swarmed the scene, their voices muffled by the oppressive weight of the tragedy that had unfolded, the boy at the front desk watched in stunned silence. Tonight, there were only a few customers, he explained, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of the establishment.

The place itself was not overly large, with only a handful of rooms, a sauna, and the ill-fated pool where the crime scene now lay exposed under the harsh glare of the overhead lights.

But it was the water in the pool that drew their attention—a sickening shade of crimson staining its once pristine surface. And there, floating lifelessly upside down, was Bastian’s body, a silent testament to the horrors that had transpired within the confines of the chamber.

Nearby, a neon-painted sign adorned the wall, its ominous warning glaring in the harsh light: “Beware of the puppy.” It was a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface, a cryptic message that hinted at the sinister truth behind Bastian’s untimely demise.

The end