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Got Milk?

Chapter 1.

New series! The backstory to this piece is silly (I really couldn't think of a better name than B-Beverages…), but it serves a purpose. Any feedback you might have is encouraged!

“In just three short years, our company has captured well over 25% of the national beverage market. Now we're looking for an agency to help us educate the remaining 75% about B-Milk. I think you can help us with that."

“We're beyond thrilled to be considered for this campaign. Our team of talented copywriters and artists are already working on several bright ideas. You won't be disappointed."

Mr. Gerenth, the B-Beverages executive, stood up to shake my hand, indicating the end of our meeting.

“Tell me, Mark, do you drink B-Milk yourself?" Mr. Gerenth asked me as we walked out of the conference room.

“I do, almost everyone at the office does. Both B-Milk and B-Syrup are very popular among our staff, you've certainly come to the right place."

I shook Mr. Gerenth's hand once more as we reached the stairs connecting our office to the street level.

“Shall we send the car for you at 9 am tomorrow for your factory visit?"

“9 will be perfect, I'm very much looking forward to the opportunity."

We said our goodbyes and I headed back to my office, gathering my things to head home for the day.

As I walked to my car, I felt a spring in my step. Bringing B-Beverages to our company and securing a lucrative ad campaign for them would surely reward me with a healthy pay-raise. I was already a wealthy man from my work as creative director at a major advertising agency, but I was always looking out for an opportunity to further my career.

Over the last three years, an obscure company called B-Beverages had burst onto the national market with a range of soft drinks. They were an overnight success, sparking immediate shortages in supermarkets everywhere. Celebrities couldn't get their hands on the product soon enough, ensuring a phenomenon on social media that skyrocketed the company to the very top of the industry.

Still, no one was sure what the cans of white liquid actually contained, never mind how it was made. Reporters had tried to get inside the closely guarded facilities that produced the award-winning drinks, but none had been successful.

The mystery surrounding the products only served to fuel the public demand for more B-Milk and B-Syrup.

Tomorrow, that veil was about to be pulled away for my benefit. In order to formulate an effective ad campaign, I had insisted that the production methods be shared with a select group of trusted employees under my supervision, beginning with myself. As an avid fan of B-Milk, I was looking forward to it immensely.

Pulling into the driveway of my house, I exited the car and headed straight for the kitchen, grabbing the last can of B-Milk from the fridge. I reminded myself that I should ask Mr. Gerenth for a few cans to bring home from the factory.

I sat down in an armchair in my living room and cracked open the chilled can of white liquid. I could never quite put my finger on why I liked the drink so much. The taste was tangy and sweet at the same time, with a thick consistency not unlike pancake batter. I couldn't get enough of it.

At 9am the following morning, I stepped out of my house just in time to see a black Mercedes sedan pull up in front of me.

“Mr. Crowne?" The driver exited the car and held a door open for me.

“That's right." I sat down in the spacious backseat and laid my briefcase down beside me.

“Do you mind if I keep the radio on? Traffic's been difficult today and I'd like to get you to the facility on time." The driver looked back at me as he drove down my street.

“Of course, go ahead, I know how bad it's been lately." I looked out the tinted windows and busied myself by reading the morning newspaper in the seat pocket in front of me.

I made occasional small talk with the driver as we journeyed toward B-Beverages west-coast factory. An hour later, we approached the facility I was about to tour.

Stone walls and barbed wire surrounded the complex, three separate security checkpoints were required to get to the front door. Looking up at the imposing building, it reminded me more of a military installation than a soft drink factory.

The driver held open the door for me, and I stepped out on the pavement.

“Thank you." I nodded to the chauffeur and entered the lobby of B-Beverages flagship factory. I was greeted by a slim man wearing a white uniform emblazoned with a green “B" on the chest.

“Mr. Crowne?" He stretched out his hand. “I'm Carl, I've been asked to escort you around our facility today." I shook his hand and looked around the spartan atrium. “Mr. Gerenth will join us later in the day. If you'd like to follow me we'll get you a hat to wear and some shoe covers, standard hygiene procedure."

“Lead the way, Carl." I smiled and followed the man into what looked like a changing room.

“You can leave your personal belongings, including your mobile phone, in a locker here. They'll be kept safe until your departure." Carl held open a locker for me. I stuffed my briefcase, mobile and keys into the locker, and Carl shut the door.

We exited the locker room and made our way to the guts of the facility. The first part of our tour was uneventful, it looked much like you'd expect a soft drink factory to look like. I was treated to a tour of the bottling facility, participated in a taste test in the quality control department, and spoke with a few employees.

Finally, we came to a locked door. A sign above us said “Production". “Here is where the magic happens." Carl smiled and unlocked the door with a keycard.

The room we entered was enormous. Large vats lined the floor. Carl opened a hatch on one of them, and inside I could see the white liquid swirling. Other vats contained the clear liquid marketed as B-Syrup, a sister beverage to B-Milk. Connected to the vats were clear glass tubes, milky white and clear constantly rushing through them. The pipes seemed to latch onto several large metal pods from which the liquid emanated.

Curiously, the metal pods didn't appear to be connected to anything else in turn, they were simply producing the liquid on their own.

“Those things up there, how do they produce the soft drinks?" I asked Carl, pointing a finger toward the brushed metal objects.

“That is our most closely guarded secret, very few get to see the insides of them. Don't worry, you're going to be one the select few shortly." Carl motioned for me to continue walking.

Finally, we entered a smaller room. It contained a table and chairs, and one of the metal pods stood against a wall. Carl pulled out a chair for me and I sat down.

“Mr. Gerenth will be with you in just a moment, if you'd just wait here for a few minutes."

As soon as Carl left the room I stood up and walked toward the large metal object. It stood taller than me, slightly above 2,5 metres high, and little over one meter wide.

Two hinges seemed to allow it to open like a cabinet, but I couldn't see a handle to open it.

I sat back down in the chair and waited for Mr. Gerenth to come and explain the purpose of the metal tube, when I heard his voice.

The door hadn't opened, rather, it came from a small speaker embedded in the ceiling.

“Are you comfortable, Mark?" I looked around, bewildered at why he spoke to me remotely.

“Yes thank you, what is the purpose of this?" I asked, irritated at being left to wait in an empty room.

“You're about to find out. Please observe." The speaker shut off and the ceiling lights dimmed.

With a whirring sound, the metal pod began to open, the front side of it swinging open.

I was stunned at what I saw. Inside the pod was a… Creature. It had the bodily shape of a human, but it's head was more like that of a cow's. Horns protruded from it's skull, giving it a demonic look.

It looked much like a minotaur from Greek mythology.

“What in God's name!" I cried out and stood up, kicking the chair to the floor behind me.

Lights inside the pod illuminated the body. The creature was enormous, taking up the entirety of the metal capsule.

Hesitantly, I approached the device, half expecting it to be an elaborate practical joke at my expense. Getting a closer look at the body, it was unlike anything I'd ever seen.

Dark brown fur covered the creature's immense frame, heat as well as a heady scent seemed to radiate off it.

Slowly I stretched out a hand to touch it but was stopped in my tracks when the animal unexpectedly opened its eyelids. A pair of large, chestnut eyes stared back at me. I backed away only to see the creature take a step out of the metal pod and towards me.

Frantically, I rushed for the door. This had ceased being amusing and had taken a turn for the terrifying. In panic, I clutched the door handle only to find it locked.

My fists pounded against the door as I screamed for help.

“Get me out of here! Anyone, please!"

My cries were interrupted as I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I turned around in abject terror to find the creature standing in front of me.

“What are you?" My voice was broken and hoarse from the yelling.

Not getting a response, I tried to break away and put some distance between myself and that which should not exist, but two strong hands held me against the door.

“Calm yourself." My eyes were wide as the creature spoke. “It's impolite to be rude to strangers."

“Who- what is this?" My voice was quiet as a whisper. I was equally astonished and terrified.

“My name is Minos. I'm the first of my kind." The minotaur stood silent and watched my stunned face, its hands still holding me against the door. “I'll release you if you promise to stop screaming and hammering the door, OK?"

I nodded slowly, and the minotaur released its grip on me. I was less distressed by now. At least, if this strange creature wanted to hurt me it would have done so already.

I shuffled sideways and walked over to the table, my legs shaky from the shock. I sat down and tried in vain not to look at the giant beastman standing just a few metres away from me. I had to admit to being, if not afraid, at least impressed by its physique.

“You look like you've seen a ghost." Minos spoke again and took a few steps toward me. The minotaur had finally clued in to the fact that he was so painfully out of the ordinary to be frightening. “Which I find strange, because I'm not that scary." There was a softness in his voice not present before, perhaps he felt a bit sorry for me.

Minos moved to stand behind me, laying a hand on my shoulder. His presence behind me caused waves of heat to wash over me as he slowly rubbed my shoulder.

I tilted my head back and looked up at the minotaur's face. He looked bestial, but he wasn't wrong about not being so frightening. “See? Nothing to be afraid of." It was a bit hard to determine his facial expressions, but he appeared to be smiling.

Minos laid a second large hand on my shoulder, slowly rubbing his fingers across my clothed skin.

I could feel myself relaxing into his grip, something about his large presence was oddly calming to me. I inhaled deeply and realised what it was. Not only was his warmth comforting, a deep scent in the air seemed to emanate from his body.

“Why don't you stand up, Mark?" I did as instructed and looked up towards Minos' face. How did he know my name?

The minotaur stepped up closer to me. I tried to step backward but I was trapped between the table and the enormous beastman.

“What are you doing?" I asked, my fear returning. The minotaur grinned, laying a hand on the back of my head, pulling me toward him. In vain, I put a hand on Minos' chest, trying to stop the movement, but the minotaur was far stronger than I am, and shortly, my face landed in the cleft between his pectoral muscles. Minos' short, brown fur was soft against my face, and in my compromised position the scent emanating from his body was even stronger.

“Don't make it harder on yourself, little buddy." Minos held my head in a vice grip. “Just breathe…"

I tried to hold my breath, still trying to pry my head away from the minotaur's chest. Eventually, the burning in my lungs became too much and I inhaled deeply.

Musk filled my nose and body, eventually my straining arms came to rest limply on Minos' chest as I breathed in and out.

“There we go." Minos rubbed the back of my head with one strong hand, no longer needing to restrain me. The scent lay heavy around me, permeating every pore of my body. It was heady and strong, perfectly reflecting the minotaur's masculine form.

Vaguely, I was aware of my head being moved along Minos' chest, and my head spun as the intensity of the smell increasing as the minotaur raised one arm, exposing his armpit.

In one fluid motion, Minos moved my head to rest in his armpit. My face was instantly coated in his musky perspiration. Panting, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, desperately trying to access more of the wondrous taste and smell.

“Look at you." The minotaur's deep voice rumbled above me, and I came to the realisation that his hands had completely left my head. Helplessly enthralled, I worshipped his massive body. “I could watch this for hours, but I don't have that kind of time, buddy."

Minos gripped my neck with one hand and removed me from the source of the scent I'd fallen in love with. He stared down at my face, my hair matted with sweat, most of it his, my eyes clouded with desire.

Two strong hands came to rest at the collar of my shirt, and I felt the minotaur attempt to undo the buttons. His large fingers fumbled with it for a few seconds until he grew impatient, and with a loud rip, he tore the clothes off my upper body. Shreds of oxford fabric fell to the ground as the chilly air hit my skin. The sudden movements and sensations roused my brain, and I began to protest again.

“I- I don't think we…" One look from his eyes ended my sentence. He didn't need to remind me again that I was hopelessly outmatched in his presence.

“Will you take off your trousers on your own, or would you like to have them ripped apart as well?" Minos tilted my head upward with one finger under my chin. I stared straight ahead, unable to comprehend the question. “No? Nothing?" His finger stroked my chin. “That's alright, you don't need to think…"

His finger left my face, and I felt the button on my slacks being pried open. My trousers fell, bunched around my ankles, and my body was fully exposed, save for a pair of briefs that left little to the imagination.

“Not bad, I was never told I'd get someone as cute as you." I blushed, feeling nothing but shame at being so exposed. “Nicely proportioned, well rounded in the right places…" The enormous minotaur walked in a circle around me, inspecting his prey. “But let's move on from you..."

Two large hands came down on my shoulders and pressed down. “Knees, now."

I fell to the floor, steadying myself with one hand against the cold surface. What I came face to face with could only be described as monstrous. How had I not realised where this was going faster than I did? The sheer enormity of what was presented to me was staggering. Beyond my wildest dreams, or nightmares for that matter.

Mere inches from my face hung largest piece of male meat I'd laid my eyes on. I'd seen some modified photos of men on the internet, but they were like children in comparison. The minotaur's manhood was the length of a man's forearm, and uniformly thick throughout. It was crowned by a ridged head almost black in colour.

Below were what could have passed for two large grapefruits, encased in soft, textured skin. The air was thick enough to give me trouble breathing. I had to inhale deeply which only amplified the burning in my lungs.

A powerful hand on the back of my head pulled me toward the minotaur's reeking crotch. I struggled in vain as my nose soon made contact with his scalding hot skin. The scent, the unbearably strong musk, was even more powerful now. My head spun as my body was loaded with the masculine fragrance.

“Touchdown," Minos said, his voice gravelly with lust. My face was smashed against his manhood, commandeered to rub repeatedly up and down the length of the massive tube of flesh by his strong grip. I couldn't believe the situation I was in. It was humiliating and debasing, and yet I was powerless to resist. “Come on, get a taste…"

I obeyed. Hesitantly, I stuck out my tongue and planted it on the giant cock against my face. If the smell had been overpowering, the taste was earth-shattering. The giant minotaur above me moaned in appreciation. With slow movements, I ran my tongue across the coal black skin. Minos wasn't even hard yet by the looks of it, I shuddered at the thought of his already impressive manhood reaching even bigger proportions. My mental apprehension did little to deter me from more eagerly laving my tongue across the surface of the minotaur's genitals, however. The taste was like nothing I'd ever experienced, an earthy, masculine aroma that easily overpowered my cognitive abilities.

Soon, I had moved down enough to reach the very tip of his shaft. The head of his cock was the size of a small apple, and a bead of clear liquid had formed at the very end of the ridged crown. Tentatively, I captured the drop with my tongue, only to be met with an eerily familiar taste.

“Get it now, do you?" Minos let out a rumbling laugh and moved the head of his cock to rest on my lips, smearing his thick precum over my lower face. By now, the sweet liquid was leaking out in an ever growing stream, dripping from my face down to the floor. “Open up," He ordered, insistently pressing the giant bull dick to my closed mouth.

As soon as I opened my mouth to mount a feeble protest, he shoved the tip of his cock into my mouth. My jaws had to stretch to accommodate the enormous intrusion. The tip of his erection filled my mouth to capacity. Coupled with the solid flow of precum into my mouth, I gagged and sputtered as I was choked on his manhood. He pulled out of my mouth and slapped the side of my face with his heavy bludgeon of meat, before shoving it in again. This time, I was better prepared, and quickly swallowed the first spurt of his precum, only to have my mouth filled seconds later.

With ruthless determination, Minos continued to press his dick into me, causing me to gag as the fat head of his cock was shoved into my throat. Showing no signs of relenting, I desperately tried to swallow to supress my reflexes.

My jaws and mouth throbbed with pain as my throat was stuffed by Minos' enormous cock. By now, he had reached so deep into me that it felt like the sheer volumes of viscous liquid pumped into me reached straight into my stomach.

My hands were both placed flat against Minos' solid thighs, trying to push myself off the monstrous organ snaking its way down my gullet. My efforts proved to be nothing but an exercise in futility as my face was steadily being smashed toward the minotaur's pelvis by his overpowering strength. Tears were streaming from my wide open eyes as my nose finally made contact with the coarse fur covering Minos' crotch. I could feel his immense balls rest against my chin, radiating not only scalding heat but enveloping me in an inescapable cloud of masculine scent.

The bulbous head of the giant bull dick was lodged firmly in my throat, pulsating like a second heartbeat as it steadily showered my insides with syrupy precum. Minos let out a low moan and pressed my face even harder against the root of his shaft. Then, with an agonisingly slow pace, he began pulling his manhood out of my body.

Cross-eyed, I watched in disbelief as inch after inch of pitch-black bull meat was extracted from my throat. My senses were assaulted with the taste and smell of the combination of spit and precum that dripped in heavy ropes from the glistening shaft. Finally, I was left with only the oversized cockhead in my mouth. A steady stream of thick, clear precum was pumped into my mouth with every throb of the bull's heartbeat. Raking my tongue over the sensitive head, the giant minotaur moaned in pleasure and slowly ran a warm hand through my hair.

By now, I could feel my apprehension fading away. The combined attack of the intrinsically masculine musk and the all too familiar sweet taste of Minos' precum had left me in a daze. I swallowed eagerly once the heavy load of liquid had filled my mouth, feeling the viscous fluid soothe my aching throat and adding to the already large deposit in my belly.

My delirium was cut short as Minos began forcing himself into me again. I gagged and coughed but my struggle fell on deaf ears as I was once again stuffed with his enormous manhood. This time, his pace was notably quicker. Once he bottomed out, he began the arduous process of pulling me off once again. Indifferent to my audible gags, Minos slammed his cock home once more. He repeated the motion for what seemed like hours to my addled brain. In reality, it was mere minutes, but time seemed to have slowed to a crawl as I limply tried to hang on for the ride. My face was red from exertion and my eyes stung from the glistening juices being splashed onto me with every thrust. Not only did my mouth and throat ache, a dull pain had firmly established itself in my belly. Gingerly touching my stomach with one hand, my eyes widened in horror as I realised that my formerly flat midsection now featured a small but prominent bulge. Pushing against it yielded a sloshing sound as I unwittingly stirred the vast amounts of precum loaded into me.

Struck by panic, I renewed my efforts in trying to pull myself away from the freakishly huge bull cock invading my body. I was met with laughter at my pitiful attempt.

“You think that's something to be worried about?" Minos breathed heavily as he aggressively slammed his dick into my throat. “I'm going to pump you so full you can't even walk properly…" He wheezed in pleasure and I could feel his cockhead throb and deliver yet another rope of thick precum into my stomach. “You won't have long to wait either." He groaned in triumph as he pressed my face tight against his crotch.

With a loud roar, Minos pulled his cock out to the very tip, then mercilessly thrust inside one last time. I could feel his monumental bull balls churn against my chin as they prepared to unleash the inevitable.

For a split second, I felt nothing. Then, like a literal gut punch, the first torrent of minotaur seed raced like a bullet through the enormous shaft, all the way into my hapless body. I could do nothing but take in the horrifying feeling of warmth spreading through my body as the giant bull cock spewed its thick load straight into my stomach. I realised then that the feeling of fullness I had experienced earlier was nothing in comparison to the sheer volume of cum rapidly filling me.

“Yeah…" He moaned and hefted his balls in one hand, rolling the huge orbs in his palm. “Feel that? Gallons of seed, just for you…" My face was wet with the rivers of tears streaming from my puffy, red eyes. This was the end, I was certain of it. This giant beast was going to literally drown me with his own seed.

Mercifully, Minos slowly extracted his cock from my throat. He was still panting heavily, and I could tell that his orgasm was far from finished. When at last his dick cleared my throat, I was treated to the first taste of his seed. It spewed forth in an unyielding, thick torrent, giving me barely enough time to register the flavour before being forced to swallow the mouthful.

When at last he decided that I couldn't take any more, Minos pulled my mouth of his manhood. Immediately upon being freed, a thick volley of cum hit me square in the face, splattering across my body. I gasped for air, choking on yet another rope of white bull seed aimed at my mouth.

With the strong hands no longer holding me against his body, I fell backward onto the floor. This didn't stop Minos from directing the final, smaller spurts of seed onto my broken body, soaking my body with his plentiful load.

As his climax subsided, I opened my eyes only to find him standing above me, sneering imperiously at my battered figure. Gingerly, I cradled my stomach with one hand. I was swollen beyond comprehension. Bright red stretch marks striped my belly, every movement I made caused the bloated mass to jiggle, producing a sickening sound of liquid sloshing around inside me. I wanted to throw up, to rid myself of the vile mass pumped into me by the sadistic minotaur, but I was unable to summon the strength to do so.

Utterly defeated, I lay my head on the cold tile floor, sobbing quietly. As if to rub my shame in further, Minos kneeled beside me, softly running a hand across my bloated stomach. He smiled and brushed a strand of hair from my face. His expression wasn't without kindness, but I wasn't about to be taken in by anything he had to say.

“See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He laughed quietly and scratched the fur on his stomach.

“Not so bad?" I coughed at the exertion of speech. “You've…" I struggled to find the words. “You've ruined me!"

Undeterred by my harsh words, Minos lay down beside me, scooting up to cover my back with his broad, furred chest. One of his arms wrapped around my stomach, while he positioned the other under my head, laying my head on his thick bicep.

“Try to rest," He said. “Because I'm not finished with you just yet."