Glazed like a donut

Minotaur(s) x male!reader || hucow, free use, milking, rimming, overstimulation, cum-play, exhibitionism (technically)

When they offered you a job at the milking farm, you weren’t so sure what you were going to do there, but you needed the money and they said it was easy enough. On your first day, they gave you a tour, and when you saw for the first time what did they mean about being milked, you were a bit more than shocked. But also intrigued. You had tried some anal stuff before, but nothing like that. When you saw those big muscular minotaurs on their knees behind the human men tied to the railings… Something in you was awakened.

So naturally, you accept the job.

The minotaur who helps you into the restraints is kind and cheerful, in his mid fifties probably, and he instantly starts talking about some football match. You don’t hear most of what he says, too nervous to understand anything, but you nod along and that appears to appraise him. He helps you strip, too, neatly folding your clothes and leaving them on the side.

When you are all set, legs held to the sides by a spread bar, body bent over and hands tied to a bar in front of you. He starts telling you about how his wife is too tired lately so he hasn’t been able to fuck and a lot of other kind of non-sense that you stop hearing as soon as he squirts lube into your hole. You shiver and he apologizes for the cold, but he keeps talking as he starts pushing his fingers inside your hole.

There’s no soft caress, there’s nothing tender about it, he starts with two fingers and starts fucking in and out of your hole until you are stretched enough to fit a third. You feel like you are going to be split open, the minotaur’s fingers so much bigger than yours. He finds your prostate instantly, pressing against it and tickling it with his fingers. You cry out, making him chuckle behind you and say something about “tender newbies”. You don’t care, there’s lightning going through your body and you feel electrified every time he touches the ball of nerves.

That tiny point of contact is sending shivers to every cell of your body and he keeps going, and going. He starts rubbing against it with intent, and your dick is so hard and leaking so much you feel about to come. You had never come untouched before, but in that moment, with his fingers in your ass and his dull voice behind you... You aren’t so sure about it. You comprehend now why they had to restrain your body, so you wouldn't thrash around as they milked you.

It continues for what feels like hours, but in reality was probably just a couple minutes before you feel the first tell of your imminent orgasm. You try to alert him about it, but before you can, he places a bucket right under you, and some kind of condom with a tube around your dick, securing it under your balls. The feeling of his hand touching lightly your dick, medically and impersonal, and the constant pressure on your prostate is too much. You come, and come, and he keeps pressing and massaging your prostate to the point of pain.

You want to tell him to stop, but it’s so good, too good. You keep coming, and he keeps massaging your G-spot. Oversensitivty blends into a mix of pleasure and pain that turns off your thoughts and leaves you unable to form coherent words. You come, and come, and come again. You didn’t even know you could come so much.

After a few hours, you don’t think you can do it anymore. He milked every single drop off your balls, you feel a bit dehydrated even though he stopped to give you water an hour ago or so. When he stops and pats your ass telling you “you did good, newbie. That was an impressive amount of cum!” His exclamation makes you blush bright red as he unlocks your restrains and helps you back into your clothes. “See you tomorrow,” he walks away like he didn’t rock your entire understanding of your own dick in a single session…

You walk home with crocked legs and a sore ass, your dick so sensitive you can feel every little touch of the cotton underwear you are wearing. You shouldn’t be able to get hard anymore, but that night, alone in your bed, you can’t stop thinking about what the next day will look for you, if it would be the same minotaur or another one would be there to milk you… You fall asleep with a hard on and dreams of being fucked by a minotaur’s cock.

The next morning, as soon as you enter through the door everyone is staring at you. You try to act normal as you greet everyone and keep walking. “Leave the newbie to the boss,” the naga for admin says as you pass by, “he’d like him”. You don’t know why, but their words sound ominous. You shiver and try to act normal. You hear laughter behind you and you keep walking, face flushed bright red.

You walk to your station and nobody is there, you look around, weirded out. There should be a minotaur waiting for you already. Someone clears their throat behind you, and you yelp, surprised. You turn around to face the most gorgeous minotaur you’ve ever seen. He must be in his mid thirties and he has the prettiest shade of brown fur you’ve ever seen, his horns so big and so tall you don’t know if he could fit into a normal car. He’s impressive in the best way possible and you are salivating about him in the blink of an eye.

And then he talks, and you feel your dick twitch. “Hello there, you are the new one, right? They told me you are mine today.” There’s something about the way he says it that sends shivers down your spine. You nod and bite your lip to stop a whimper from escaping, your dick filling up completely. Fuck…

Same as the day prior, he helps you undress and chuckles when your dick twitches as he pulls down your underwear. You mumble an apology and try to not look directly at him to avoid embarrassing yourself even further. He ties you down, humming a song while he does it, making you and pats your ass softly, groping your cheeks apart and humming appreciatively.

He squirts some lube onto your hole as he says: “I gotta tell you, my methods are a bit unorthodox, tell me if something is too much and I’ll stop.” You nod, not knowing exactly what he means but being fine with whatever he does to you, you would gladly suck his dick if he asked. You are a bit of a whore for handsome minotaurs like him.

You don’t know what you are expecting, but 100% isn’t a warm raspy tongue against your asshole. You cry out and thrash against the restrains as he laughs, his warm breath making you shiver. He drives right in again, kissing and poking and probing… It’s insanity. He turns you into a blabbering mess in a couple minutes with just his tongue. You are moving your hips uncontrollably, and all the booths around you are staring at your moaning self. You are so embarrassed you want to hide away, but you can’t escape the restrains or his tongue, the assault to your senses is so great you are about to cum. You try to tell him that, but then… he stops.

“You sound so pretty when you moan like that.” He kisses your ass-cheek and starts pushing a finger inside, forgetting about his rim job completely and leaving you shivering and ready to come, but unsatisfied. His fingers are bigger, and he starts stretching you expertly, scissoring and pressing around until he finds your prostate. You scream loudly, making him chuckle. “You like that, huh? Of course you do, you love being my milking cow,” his words make you blush and moan, degradation wasn’t exactly your thing but hearing him say those things is doing it for you. Doing it big time.

He keeps working his fingers inside of you, stopping every time you are close to finishing. He grunts every time you have a vocal response to his fingers, repeating it over and over until you are a begging messy human under his hands.

You are about to scream again when he takes his fingers out and asks: “Are you ready for the main course?”

“Wha- what?” You ask back, not knowing what he means. You thought the main course was going to be his fingers, he was already doing it, and you were so close.

He rubs the tip of his cock against your tender hole. “Do you want this? Say you do.” You shiver in anticipation, this isn’t how you expected your day to go, but seeing him, and being as close as you are to orgasm… Yes. You want everything he has to offer, and probably a bit more. The idea of him using you as a toy, as a breeder for his huge minotaur cock is turning you on into a new dimension.

“I- I want it,” you whisper, moving your hips and trying to get him inside. He stops you with his hands on your hips, chuckling at your eagerness.

“What do you want?” He insists, slapping your hole with his lubed dick. The sound it makes is sinful and makes a couple other human dudes turn around and stare at you being a complete whore for minotaur cock.

“I want your cock, please.” You beg as he laughs behind you, slapping your ass with such force you feel your teeth chatter. It only turns you on, the tingle of pain in your ass and his cock rubbing against your hole is making you vibrate out of your skin, so ready and impatient you want to scream.

You feel the tip of his cock against your hole. “Such a good cow for me,” he says as he starts pushing inside.

The sounds that come out of your mouth as he starts breaching you are different, something you never thought you could do. You are moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat, and his words of degradation are only making you hotter, hornier. You want him to fuck you like a beast, to fuck you until you are so full of him you can’t even talk.

And he delivers. Once he’s fully seated inside, he loses all caress and tenderness and starts pounding into you like a feral creature. You are nothing else but a warm hole for his cock, nothing else but a human fleshlight for his minotaur dick. And that makes you get higher and higher on the feel of him moving inside of you, rearranging your insides as he fucks you mercilessly.

He fucks you for hours, each thrust hitting your prostate in the most perfect way, making you come and come and come again and again. And when you think you can’t go anymore? He keeps going. It’s like he has infinite stamina, and your body is too tired to fight him, you keep coming until the bucket under you is full. Another minotaur comes in and changes it, adding a second bucket under you. You don’t think that’s normal, there’s no way it’s normal to come that much and still have something left, but him, your boss pounding into your asshole… He’s teaching you more than one thing about yourself.

“Are you ready, cow? Do you want my seed?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you keep chanting at every thrust, your voice raspy after such an abuse.

“Here I come,” he grunts before burying himself as deep as he can inside of you. You feel his seed filling you to the brim, to the point of no return, your brain breaks a little at the feeling. When he pulls out, you can still him coming over your hole. “That’s how I like my cows, all glazed like a donut, such a good cow for me.” His words are degrading and embarrassing, but you can’t do anything about it as one last shoot of your own come lands on the bucket under you.

He plays with your hole a bit more, pushing his come inside of you again and again as you whine and plead for him to do something more. He laughs and slaps you ass for good measure, telling you how much of a cow in heat you look. You blush harder and moan at his words, feeling his fingers collecting some of his come and offering them to you. You suck on his fingers like a champ, not embarrassed anymore, you would do whatever he asked if you could feel him inside of you again, if you could feel that kind of ecstasy again.

When he has enough of playing with you, he helps you get dressed, not cleaning you at all before putting your underwear back on. The feeling of the sticky mess on your asshole is equal parts gross and arousing.

You walk out of there with a sore ass and a dreamy look in your glazed eyes. You barely hear them saying: “he came so much, it’s a new factory record.” You blush hard at their words but keep walking on wonky legs, feeling his come dripping off your hole, making a mess of your underwear.

Next morning you walk in with a twitch to your step, your ass still sore from yesterday’s pounding. You are about to pass to get to your station when the naga in admin stops you. “Don’t go to your usual station, you have been promoted to the boss’ office,” they tell you without looking up from their papers.

“What?” You are confused as fuck, what does that even mean?

The naga looks up at you like you are stupid for not understanding. “Your performance was so good yesterday that now he requested you to be his personal hucow, congratulations!” The naga laughs as you blush bright red. You think about it... Naked on your boss’ office, ready to be milked every time he wants. Fuck, that shouldn’t excite you as much as it does.

“Also, the big bosses want to see you, too, your milk quality and quantity yesterday impressed them. You have a demonstration meeting later today,” they informed you as if that was nothing. What did that mean? Were you supposed to get fucked in front of a bunch of high up minotaurs? Why did that make your dick twitch in your pants?