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Rezzik pored over the file of his current client, reading glasses adorning his face. He sat leaned back in his chair, his legs kicked up onto his desk with the folder splayed out in his hands. All kinds of the patient's information had been listed in the dossier, ranging from his client's age, species, blood type, all the way to daily activities. It painted a peculiar picture in his mind, and he wondered if this was really the best idea for the man sitting across from him. "You sure you wanna do this?"

"Well, yeah..." Bran fidgeted in his seat as he watched the goblin read about his intimate details. The reason for the appointment was one of the things that he was most nervous about, having not disclosed it to anyone until filling out the application. "I'm looking to get more comfortable in sex. That's why I came to you."

"Right, but you're still pretty young. I mean, someone who's twenty has decades of living left to do - literally a whole lifetime." Rezzik scratched his goateed chin as his gaze flicked between the file and the young minotaur nervously looking at him. "I usually help people older than you with problems."

"It's just that," Bran felt panic when he couldn't figure out what to do with his hands, feeling them squirm uncomfortably as his heart raced, "I feel like I'm already on the older end of the spectrum when it comes to stuff like this," he snorted in disappointment.

A warm smile wormed its way onto Rezzik's face as he watched a blush creep onto the brown-furred minotaur's cheeks, reminiscing about his own young adulthood. "If it helps, I was actually in the same boat as you growing up. I was quiet, timid, and unsure of myself, and it took me years to get to where I am now," he let his glasses droop to the bottom of his large nose, letting him leer at the bull. "Why don't you go ahead and guess how old I am."

Bran scrunched up his face as he rubbed the back of his brawny neck, a thousand different thoughts popping into his head at once. "Uh, I don't think I'd even know where I'd start to guess..."

"I'm a couple years shy of thirty, dude," Rezzik smirked, removing his glasses entirely and placing them on his desk. "The point I'm trying to make is that you've got loads of time ahead of you and that life isn't something you need to rush through. That being said, do you still wanna talk to me about stuff? You don't pay anything if you say 'no' and walk out."

Bran was left at a bit of a metaphorical fork in the road. As tempting as it was to run and hide to keep himself safe from being vulnerable, he knew that it would be the worst decision that he could make in the long run. It took everything that he was made of to tell the goblin what he wanted most deep down. "I wanna do this. I wanna be here."

Rezzik beamed at the sudden, albeit bashful display of confidence from the other man. "Okay! Well, Brantarak Ironhide-"

"Uh, just 'Bran' is fine," Bran gulped, hoping that it wasn't rude of him to interrupt like that. "That's what my friends call me."

"Alright, 'just Bran'," Rezzik snickered, letting his feet drop to the floor so that he faced the minotaur head-on, "then let me welcome you to the first of your sex therapy appointments! As I'm sure you're aware, we help those struggling with sexual frustrations of all kinds, and have a pretty proven track record if you're second-guessing yourself. My name is Rezzik and I'll be your personal therapist, though I'm sure you already knew that."

The certainty that oozed off of the diminutive, if toned, goblin made Bran unbelievably jealous. He was the son to one of the most well-respected elders of his tribe, the heir to a pretty powerful company that he intended on working for once finishing school, incredibly stacked beyond belief even for a bull his age... and yet he felt as though this creature that others of his kind would find to be 'lesser' was upstaging him in a way. It was only then that he knew that he made the right call in going to that facility. "Yeah, I read through your profile when I was contacted."

"Good, I'm glad. Makes introductions a breeze," Rezzik grinned. "So, I know I just read through your info, but why don't you go ahead and tell me, in your own words, why you wanna get help from me."

"Oh, um," Bran felt his anxiety flare the longer that he kept his eyes trained on the other man. His breathing grew laboured the more that he regarded the goblin's handsome features - the bristly red mohawk, the chiseled jaw, the muscle definition showing through the black A-shirt... it was all so much for him to handle, and he felt himself get hot under the collar. "I just hear the other guys talk about all their 'conquests' and I feel bad because I'll never reach the numbers they've achieved!"

"Believe me, dude, it's all posturing bullshit," Rezzik scoffed. "Besides, it's not about how many people you bed, it's about how many of those people want to bed you again. That's why you're in luck! For those other guys that number's probably low, but with me that number's higher than even other folks who work here."

Bran cocked his head. "How do you know that for sure?"

Rezzik shrugged. "I don't, but younger people tend to not exactly have the best sex. Most, if not all of them, are incredibly sloppy in their technique, and don't get better until they get older."

"Oh, really? When does that happen?"

Rezzik shrugged again. "I dunno, it all depends. Some people are good a few years after becoming an adult, some people aren't ready until their forties, whereas others don't hit their stride until they get to retirement age. There's no date set in stone that determines when you're good to go."

The information elicited a look of shock out of Bran "Really? When people are that old?"

"Oh yeah, it's not as uncommon as you think. Hey, if it helps, I feel like I'm in my sexual prime right now. I might not technically be in my physical prime thanks to goblin genetics, but I can please a partner significantly better now than I could a decade ago," Rezzik cupped his chin in thought. "If I recall correctly, aging actually helps minotaurs a lot in this regard since I believe, as a more animalistic species, sexual maturity hits you earlier and longer than most of the rest of us. I bet your dad fucks like a truck, dude!"

"I-I, uh..." Bran gulped as a rosy blush snuck onto his face as the thought of his father's sexual proclivities had never occurred to him until that very moment. "I-I wouldn't know..."

Rezzik frowned, not observing the reaction that he'd expected. "Hmm, right, you wouldn't. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that it's totally normal for younger people to feel sexually inadequate, so you don't have to worry about a thing."

"I dunno, it's just..." Bran felt a lump rise in his throat, nervous about revealing his deepest personal misgivings. "I-I feel like I'm just so far behind where I should be in life, way behind where the others are. I mean, my horns haven't even come in all that much yet," His fingers jittered as he confessed.

Suddenly it all clicked in Rezzik's head as to why the brown-furred bull was having issues. "Your horns look fine, dude. You're overstressing yourself," Rezzik gave the minotaur a warm smile in an attempt to calm him down. "I don't know a whole lot about minotaurs, but I'm reasonably certain that you're developing at a completely respectable rate."

Bran continued fumbling with his hands. "Maybe... I'm just worried that I won't develop much as I get older."

"Oh man, there's nothing you need to be concerned with. Trust me, I looked completely different a decade ago compared to now." A thought just occurred to Rezzik as he eyed the minotaur, noting the impressively meaty physique that the younger man had going for him. "Listen, I know it's in your file, but, if it's alright with you, can you tell me yourself how much you weigh?"

"Uh..." Bran cocked his head, not sure how that piece of information was relevant to the conversation. "About five hundred pounds, why?"

The disclosure stretched a grin across Rezzik's face. "Dude, you're actually worried that you're falling behind? I've seen minotaurs older than I am who don't stack up against you! You're doing just fine, believe me."

"You think so?"

"I don't think so, I know so," Rezzik leaned forward on his desk while maintaining eye contact with the younger bull. "Do you feel a bit better now?"

"Yeah, maybe a bit." The green-skinned goblin's words started getting through to Bran, who felt his body begin to calm down. It amazed him how efficient the older man was in getting through to his clients, though he figured that it came with the experience one got with years on the job. The thought eased him enough to go ahead with the main reason as to why he went there in the first place. "Alright, I think I'm ready to go ahead and have sex with you now."

Rezzik was caught off-guard by the abrupt change in the minotaur's demeanour, his eyes bulging wide as he rooted through the papers on his desk. "Oh! Um..." It took him a couple of moments, but he located the page that detailed what kind of appointment was scheduled. "Right, okay, that is actually why you're here today. I guess we'll go ahead and proceed then."

It was only at that moment that Bran noticed something odd about the situation, especially when noting the contrast between him and the goblin behind the desk. "Um, no offense, but do you really think that you're the best person to help me?" He felt himself shrink down upon asking. "I mean, you're kinda less than half as big as I am."

A mischievous twinkle shined out in Rezzik's eye as the minotaur uttered those words. "There's a reason you were assigned to me." A flash of his pearly whites was all that his client got before he stripped himself of his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso to the bull, his carpet of fiery-red hair trailing down his front. "You can't tell me you're not impressed, eh?"

"Well, uh," truth be told, Bran was actually turned on the hardest that he had been in his life, "yes, I'd say I am. You certainly look like you take care of yourself."

"Of course I do. It takes a lot of work to look like I do; goblins don't exactly put on a whole lot of muscle mass, especially as easily as you can." With a little bit of effort, Rezzik pulled himself onto his desk, displaying to the minotaur how his package bulged out the front of his pants. He made it a bit of a show for the minotaur, slowly wedging his thumbs under the waistband of his sweatpants before gently yanking them down to his ankles and slipping them behind him onto the floor with a quick flick of a foot. That left him with a swollen basket protruding his orange speedos, with his thumbs hooked under the bands. "Interested in seeing what's underneath?"

Were he in a cartoon, there'd be steam raging out of Bran's ears as he ogled the sight going on in front of him. He'd never got a guy to willingly strip for him before, so this was something special for him. "Well, I'm here for that very reason, so... yeah," he felt another blush overtake him, though he didn't let it hinder his emotions this time. His own thick log of bovine fuckmeat billowed out one of the legs of his jeans. "T-Take it all off!"

"Hey, there we go! That's what I like to hear," Rezzik chuckled. As instructed, he tugged at the strained garment, pulling it over his sizable endowment until his member was freed along with his pendulous orbs. Already erect, his mushroom head pointed directly at his client as if he could get hard on demand. "You gotta admit, _that's_pretty impressive for someone of my size, right?"

Bran found himself mesmerized by the other man's schlong. "Yeah, wow, you're actually really big. Way bigger than I thought you'd be," he racked his brain over how many times he'd seen something that large on someone that small; it looked like someone's arm holding an apple! "How the hell did you manage to do that?"

Rezzik gave the bull a knowing look. "Oh, I just go to the gym like everyone else. It's amazing what you can do there these days."

"Oh, for real?" Bran took the goblin's words at face value, not immediately catching how impossible that actually was.

Rezzik could only laugh at the minotaur's innocent response. Only the youngest client in his professional career could miss something that obvious. "Honey, you know I'm bullshitting you about the 'gym' thing, right?" With a smirk, he lifted his sumptuous arm into the air so that his elbow bent at ninety degrees, making sure that the bull was watching intently. He then flexed as hard as he could, forcing his bicep into the air in an admittedly remarkable hill, before letting his limb go slack again, only for his arm to have retained the size that it swelled to when tensed. It'd been a while since he'd done this, and he missed it.

Bran felt his brain short circuit at what was likely the most perverse magic show he'd go to in his life. He did a double take before rubbing his eyes, though neither did anything to change the sight in front of him, making him realize that what he saw wasn't a trick of any kind. "Wait, what the fuck?!"

"Ooh, I knew you'd like that," Rezzik winked at the severely blushing bull. "But wait, there's more!" Like the first arm, he brought the other one next to his head, though this time not flexing it. Seemingly out of thin air, his arm began to bloat up with enough muscle mass to match its partner. He relished the rapt attention that his client gave him.

"No way!" It hadn't been often, but Bran had heard of certain individuals who could manipulate the properties of their bodies in various ways, though he had no idea that anyone on the planet was capable of shaping their own musculature. The concept had intrigued him as it'd been one of many ideas that he'd come up with over the years to try and make himself feel more confident, but he wasn't entirely sure if it was even possible. All of his questions had simultaneously been answered now that he stared at his therapist performing his deepest desire right in front of him.

Rezzik felt his pulse race as the anticipation of reaching his fullest potential coursed through his body. "Way." Similar to before, he concentrated his mind on his still-raised limbs, feeling pure satisfaction radiate through him when he felt them balloon up immensely, making it look like he was wearing the arms of someone who frequented the local iron pit for hours at a time. He wasn't happy with being so uneven, however, so he puffed out his chest, making the minotaur watch as his pecs began to fill out in real-time, forcing his nipples to point straight down.

Bran was captivated by the display of growth in front of him, his shaft throbbing wildly in his pant leg. He wanted more - he wanted the goblin to keep going as far as he could, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the other man could conceivably reach his enormous size. It was unlikely, but he hoped that it was possible.

Muscle mass continued to pile onto Rezzik's frame as he allowed himself to hit various poses that he barely knew anything about, clearly entertaining his client who did. With each one he added several dozen more pounds of delicious beef, forcing his body to widen in order to accommodate all that would eventually be his.

Pecs that had slight definition previously now barreled out into hefty slabs of meat that did its best to hide the treasure trail running down his torso, while legs that maybe would've gotten a compliment before now thickened into dense cords of banded muscle that could size up a telephone pole.

That wasn't to say that it was only his muscles that got in on the action as his tool throbbed into action, every pump of his hips seeming to jut it out farther and farther so that it actually looked like it matched someone of his engorged stature, in spite of it already being massive. Accompanying that were his balls, which swung wildly in the air as he swelled up, fattening up themselves until he could no longer hold one with only a single hand.

"Woah..." Bran gasped involuntarily as he witnessed the goblin's magnificent expansion. Whatever doubts that he had coming into this therapy session had all but evaporated in his time sitting with the other man. He wanted to see more.

"Oh, I'm glad you're liking this, but don't think I'm done just yet," Rezzik flashed the bull a winning smile. Like before, he pulled one of his brawny arms up into the air, only this time he didn't wait to show the minotaur how far he could push himself. In a matter of seconds, his limb jumped from being noteworthy compared to the rest of his kin to absurdly grotesque, his bicep alone bigger than his head and more than doubling its size when it flexed into split peaks.

The sight of the goblin's preposterous growth nearly dropped Bran's jaw to the floor. He always thought that species who were regularly small didn't have what it took to put on gobs and gobs of muscle mass, and yet here was his therapist who did just that without even having to lift a weight like he did. He couldn't tear his eyes away if he tried.

Wanting to level himself out, Rezzik pumped his other arm out in front of him, the motion adding the dozens of pounds necessary to match his partner. It gave him a goofy, if powerful look, his limbs being the extravagant jewels on the crown that was his body. Maybe before he'd have compared them to steel cables, but now he knew that he'd far surpassed them, able to shred metal to pieces with nary a thought about it.

Each flex of his arms pushed his torso muscles to their limit, though they quickly found themselves growing alongside them as they swelled up to extreme proportions. His traps rose in a fraction of a second to the base of his long ears, tickling them whenever they tensed up. Pecs that already appeared huge for a guy his size now ballooned into monumental boulders that swallowed the space in front of him and looked capable of crushing anything shoved in between them.

While not able to actually get a good look at it, his back bulged out like the rest of him, the peaks and valleys of his densely-packed heft growing monstrous in their difference. A quick roll of his shoulder got him moaning aloud when he felt his enormity press up against itself, unable to push beyond what little room each muscle had for itself. The expansion flared his lats out prodigiously, encouraging his burgeoning frame to accept the size necessary to achieve the perfect ratio between height and width. Hell, he might make the doorway to his office cry now!

The pleasure coursing throughout his body got Rezzik to tense his shoulders as they also bloated outwards, his delts being caked with heavy bulk. His abdominals, too, forced their way into immensity, graduating from looking like bricks stacked on top of one another to cinder blocks that threatened to bow out his midsection into a powerful gut. Not that he'd mind, of course, as it just added to his imposing physique.

Quads that once seemed at home on cyclists would now make them jealous as the muscle group exploded with sinewy heft, veins snaking along his thighs as thick as pencils. The same could be said for his calves as they'd grown well past what a conventional bodybuilder could ever hope to achieve, surging wider than his shin was and thick enough to shatter the foot of anyone who'd even accidentally kick him there.

His ass ballooned out as well, engorging itself with swollen bulk as if each cheek was hooked up to a compressor that pumped out pure muscle. Each dimpled globe bounced as he flexed them, retaining a lot of the mass that accumulated on his form. Not only could they crush certain vehicles simply by sitting on them but they could also crush whatever got wedged between them, and it took a hell of a stud to be able to withstand the pressure that his ass cheeks could produce; he made a lot of guys' nights by powerbottoming the hell out of them.

Last but not least in the slightest was his tremendous cock, which embiggened to immense proportions in an effort to keep up to the rest of him. It staggeringly shot past its normal mark, not content enough to nestle underneath his swollen pectorals but instead rocketing right past them to become just about the only other body part that he could easily see at that point. Its girth also flared wide, fattening past the breadth of what his waist used to be, though encroaching on the territory of what his waist was now. If there was one thing that impressed him every time that he grew, it would be his leviathan fuckmeat.

And what good would a colossal ass-plugger be without a set of testosterone factories to pair with it? As his libido welled up inside of him, so too did his cum tanks, swelling themselves larger as they audibly gurgled with his potent goblinbatter. He huffed as his hand shot to whatever part of his balls that he could reach, feeling them churn up seed the hornier that he got.

As if acting like the cherry on top of his muscular sundae, Rezzik's body hair erupted all over, coating him in a masculine dusting of red hair that nearly resembled fur in some locations. His treasure trail blossomed into a veritable forest, his pits and crotch grew bushes unkempt, and his ass grew in hair that covered the inside of his crack; he learned that was a crowd-pleaser. "There, is that suitable enough for you now?"

Bran could only sit still in stock silence as he regarded the goblin fireplug before him. Not only was the display of growth the single hottest thing that he'd ever gotten the chance to see with his own eyes, but also the end result turned him on like nothing else. It only left him able to exclaim the one thing that was pulsing in his mind. "Holy shit!"

"God, I love seeing everyone's reaction when I do that," Rezzik chuckled, his dense chest heaving with every breath.

"Fuck me, dude..." Seeing the shortstack writhe in his own muscularity got Bran to start leaking like a faucet, a stain forming as his knee where his cock threatened to shred right through the stiff material.

"That's the plan, yes." A cocky grin wryly spread across Rezzik's face as he watched the bull admire his gains.

As impressive as his therapist was, Bran couldn't help but notice something else that amazed him. "Wait, how's your desk holding you no problem?"

"Oh, I made sure to tell my boss to have one installed specifically so that I could do this."

The nonchalant nature of the remark left Bran a bit stunned, though he accepted it without question. "Shit, how much did you put on just now?"

"Hmm," Rezzik felt his hand shoot to his chin involuntarily, though he realized quickly that there was too much bulk in the way to make that possible, "if I'd have to wager anything, I'd say I'm not quite three hundred pounds, but I gotta be damn close," he said. "I make it look good though, right?"

"Yeah," Bran snorted, his arousal through the roof. "Yeah, you do."

"You wanna know what the reason is?" Rezzik hopped off of his desk, landing on the floor with a heavy thud that reverberated throughout the room. "It's confidence. You've still got me beat in the size department, yet I can flaunt what I got and catch the eyes of people ten times the size of me."

As much as that was accurate, Bran still felt like other aspects played a part in his therapist catching people's attention. "In fairness, you _are_a goblin. You kinda don't see guys like you around at all."

"I guess I am kinda novel. Nevertheless, I can get guys interested in me no problem, and I know I can help you achieve the same thing." An assured expression overtook Rezzik's visage as he leaned his arm on the other man's leg, impressed in his own right when the minotaur's bulk didn't let up despite the added weight.

"Really?" Hope filled Bran's voice? "Okay, tell me what you need me to do."

"Same thing, actually. I need you to take off your clothes," Rezzik instructed.

That got Bran's eyes nearly falling out of their sockets, panic consuming his soul. "O-Oh, right..."

His client's bashful reply got Rezzik to quirk a brow. "That's why you're here, remember? We can't have sex unless you strip, and I intend to fulfill the experience that you specifically asked for."

"Right, o-of course," Bran gulped. Timidly, his hands wavered as he forced them to the bottom of his shirt, slowly yanking it up his chiseled torso and revealing his remarkable musculature to the goblin for the first time.

"See? Look at you!" Rezzik whooped with joy as the minotaur started getting over whatever fears that he brought with him. He couldn't stop himself from gently caressing the parts of the bull's body that he could reach, his fingers running through the shaggy fur as he took in the sights of the other man's immensity. "Man, you're gigantic for someone your age."

Having barely received compliments before, Bran blushed profusely when he felt the goblin's hands run all over his midsection. "You... you really think so?"

Rezzik scoffed. "Buddy, I know so," he huffed when his fingers contacted the minotaur's compact abs. "Now, do the rest."

Bran nodded as he undid the fly of his jeans, his virile musk wafting from the base of his crotch rocket. It took no time at all for his pants to slide to the bottom of his ankles, leaving him clad in a pair of white briefs that did nothing to contain his monster hog as it shot out of one of the holes, revealing how aroused he was based on the sheer volume of preseed that drooled down his leg. A little bit of effort alleviated his discomfort, leaving his fat magnum dong throbbing out in the open.

"Damn dude, you've actually been hiding this thing from people?" A laugh escaped Rezzik's throat as he stared at the bull's prick in disbelief. "This thing right here is fucking huge!"

Bran could feel pride welling up in the core of his body for the first time in a long time. "Really? I always thought I was small down there."

As if to demonstrate its utter magnitude, Rezzik placed his arm beside his client's shaft. While his limb severely outclassed it in terms of width, from base to tip it matched the length perfectly. "Dude this thing's as long as my arm!" He patted the minotaur's brown-furred thigh, liking the heft packed underneath the pelt. "You're completely stressing yourself over nothing. Besides, it's gonna grow as you get older, guaranteed."

"Alright," a genuine grin wormed its way onto Bran's face, "I believe you."

"Now, I have a question for you," Rezzik stated, looking up at the shaggy bull's muscly visage. "Do you feel comfortable being naked around me?"

It took Bran a short second to mull over the answer. "Yeah, I'd say so."

"Good!" Rezzik cheered. "I'm glad you say so, because I'm genuinely upset that you'd want to hide all this from people. I mean, your thighs are goddamn gigantic! I totally bet you can kick a steel door down without trying." Demonstrating his point, he groped at the minotaur's leg, feeling it tense up in his grasp. It elicited a moan from the other man who shuddered as a glob of precum belched forth from that calfmaker, which tipped him off as to what one of his client's biggest problems was. "Ah, you've never gotten worshiped before, I see."

"Uh, n-no!" Bran felt his body spasm, his muscles tensing to the point that he looked double his size in a fraction of a second.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head off, I know you'll love it!" Rezzik watched as the bull succumbed to his ministrations, knees buckling and taking his titanic form to the ground. It left him the opportunity to take the lead, which he did so with gusto. "Just lemme take care of everything. I'll make you feel real good!"

Wordlessly, Bran accepted, unsure of what his therapist was capable of, but fully trusting that the older male knew what he was doing. He huffed his pleasure as the goblin's hands ran over his overstimulated form, gripping onto his rippling beef wherever they could. He felt the shortstack clamber on top of him, grinding that fat cock in between their hard bodies as the other man's tongue lashed through his fur. He had no idea that feeling this good was even possible!

The minotaur was easily one of Rezzik's largest clients that he'd gotten since he started working at that facility, but his years of practice gave him the exact experience to satisfy a man of any size. His face eventually found its way in between the bull's hefty pecs, whiffing the earthy musk trapped in between it and eliciting a groan of his own as his cock dribbled out a dollop of pre. He was thankful that he was good at edging himself, or he would've lost it then and there.

He then tackled the young bull's bulky arms, reveling in the mass crammed into the limbs. It thrilled him to his core to feel them flex underneath him as he nosed along the different muscles, taking in their enormity as they tensed larger than at rest, his hands feeling how they'd grown harder than diamond. He internally chuckled to himself, knowing how much of a stud the minotaur would be once he'd done some growing up.

Bran was beside himself in euphoric bliss as the goblin explored his expansive body. His moaning increased the longer that he felt their swollen muscles sub past one another, craving the contact more and more as time went on. He only realized then that his therapist was right in that he should've tried this out with another man before coming here because then he'd have seen how good the whole thing felt.

A jolt of pleasure shot through him as the goblin found purchase on one of his fat nipples, teasing it in ways that he'd never thought to do on his own. His groans grew louder the longer that the stimulation persisted, his nip being twisted and turned like a radio dial. He felt his breathing grow laboured as he tried to hold on, only to abruptly gasp when he felt the other man's mouth take in his teat, the pointed teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh. It was too much for him to handle. His panting shortened into staccato bursts as his fingers twitched, his muscular body convulsing as he neared the peak of orgasm. Only a few seconds passed after that before he bellowed out the loudest moo of his life, his cock erupting in a shower of hot bullbatter that rained down onto the pair of them.

Rezzik snorted when he felt the minotaur writhe underneath him, stopping immediately when he felt the warm embrace of spunk wash over his own tremendous form. As a sexual partner he was a bit saddened that it ended so early, but as a therapist he couldn't have been prouder if he tried. It seemed like it was going to be tough from the outset, but he finally managed to push past his client's boundaries and get him to open up.

Panic was all that Bran felt at the moment, not anticipating cumming so soon. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" He blurted out, his heavy breathing hindering the words coming out of his mouth.

"No, that was great! It was exactly what I was looking for," Rezzik praised the bull. "I bet you feel a whole lot better now."

"Yeah," Bran felt another blush come upon him. "Yeah, I am. I feel a lot surer of myself now."

"Excellent!" With a grunt, Rezzik pushed himself off of the colossal minotaur and hopped back onto his feet. "How about you do the same for me now? I wanna get you used to both sides of the equation."

Bran cocked his head. "You want me to get you to cum?"

"Well, that would be incredibly difficult on your first attempt, but I wanna get you used to knowing how to please another man," Rezzik brushed off any of the cum that he could reach, not fazed by its presence in the slightest thanks to experiencing this exact scenario hundreds of times in the past. "I want you to feel me up now."

"Okay, yeah, I can do that," Bran nodded, though a little hesitant. He might've felt spent from his pent-up balls spraying seed everywhere, but he was more than happy to grope the other man's immensity. Shifting himself upright, he carefully reached out, tentative in his approach until his fingers contacted the goblin's inconceivable bulk. As if a switch had been flipped inside of his mind, he suddenly dropped whatever fear he'd been holding onto and let himself enjoy the embrace.

A slick grin showed off Rezzik's teeth as he observed the minotaur get into admiring his body, fondling his behemothian physique like he'd been starved of any enrichment his whole life. A low groan slipped past his lips as he relished in the attention that he received. He felt his boulder shoulders roll uncontrollably, forcing his chest to protrude outwards, catching the bull's focus immediately.

Bran's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth as he worked the goblin's body. His senses were alight as he played with the other man's pectorals, loving how solid the pair of them were even in his strong grasp. It left him breathless and wanting more, which is exactly what he got when the other man mischievously winked at him and started bouncing each side of his chest in a slow rhythm. He let out the breath that he didn't realize that he was holding onto, feeling his mammothian python come to life once more. That came coupled with a profound urgency that bloomed in his soul, an urge to relieve an intangible tension welling up inside of him.

Rezzik wasn't oblivious to the bull's increasing horniness, in fact elated to let it sprout in his care. "Ah, we're feeling it, are we?"

Bran snorted as his libido began taking over him once more. "Y-Yeah, I have the need to breed..." He whimpered, his body throbbing like one big beating heart.

"Say no more!" Rezzik beamed. Wanting to induce the sensation further, he gripped the other male's handsome, squared jaw in his hand and gingerly pulled it towards his own mouth, their lips embracing for a few sweet, wonderful moments before letting go again.

Bran felt his body quiver while he melted into the kiss, his need dramatically overtaking his other senses. "Please, sir..."

"Absolutely. But first," Rezzik used a finger to guide the minotaur's face to his so that their eyes could meet, "I'm gonna need to turn around, on your hands and knees. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, I will!" He never said it, but Bran practically begged for the other man's touch through his tone of voice alone. Ignoring the exhaustion that still lingered throughout his body, he whipped himself around and showed off his exceptionally thick glutes, cords of dense muscle mass that medicine balls to shame.

"Good boy," Rezzik said, his own urges rising at the sight of the submissive minotaur wanting his attention. He admired all that his client had to offer, excited that he could show someone craving his contact just how good sex could be. The sensation of a cheek flexing in his grip when he held onto it elicited a slight grunt from the pair of them as he gently let his fingers play with the muscly rear end.

He then followed that up with his other hand, taking the other cheek and allowing him to knead them both at the same time. A symphony of moans sounded out between the pair of them as the bull felt himself succumbing to the pleasure of having his ass toyed with while he loved the feeling of rigid beef on the men that he fooled around with. It enticed him to go harder than he would otherwise.

The stimulation that Bran received nearly overwhelmed his brain as it was, but the real test of fortitude came when he felt the goblin pull his mighty glutes apart and stick his face between them, causing the pair of them the huff faster from their synchronous arousal. His head dropped to his hands as he buried his face, inundated with a flurry of emotions that had never been this strong in his life.

Rezzik felt the same way, though he knew that, as the facilitator, he couldn't just stop now; he wanted the bull's first time to be something special. Stabilizing his breathing, he dug his face in further, his large nose huffing more of that heady musk, only it being stronger down here. It drove his actions after that, coaxing him to shove his tongue into the quivering pucker winking in his face. Electric pulses of arousal shot through his body as he rimmed his client, pressing his wet tongue into every crevice that he could reach, eating out the bull's muscled rear in a frenzied passion.

Bran was beside himself in glee as the goblin ravaged his ass. His grunting only grew louder the harder that his therapist forced onto him, unintentionally finding himself biting his lower lip as he struggled to contain his libido. He began pumping his hips backwards to get more of the other man inside of him, but it wasn't enough. He needed something bigger, _much_bigger, that could scratch the itches that he had deep inside of him, and he needed it now. "Wait!"

Still somewhat cognizant of the situation, Rezzik blearily stopped in his tracks, pulling himself out of his musky facial enclosure to see what the minotaur wanted. "Hey, what's up?"

"No more tongue," Bran bleated out, his tone erratic with need, "I need the real thing!"

"Say no more!" Rezzik pushed away from the sopping-wet hole with a bounce in his step, eager to show the minotaur what he was capable of. Due to the difference in size between the two of them, he couldn't just initiate sex like he could with some of his other clients, needing to instead climb on top of the bull's powerful legs like a jungle gym.

Bran groaned when he felt the goblin begin the process of mounting him, the need to be fucked guiding every action and emotion from that point on. He did whatever it took to make the process easier, pushing his ass backwards to allow for a better grasp. His asshole pulsated with need just as his balls wanted to drain of everything that they had. He silently begged for his therapist to just fuck him already.

His own libido swamping him with the urge to breed the minotaur in his care, Rezzik's cock throbbed with wild abandon as he lined it up with his client's winking anus. Carefully he pushed forth, the tip of his fat dick reaching the delicate ring of muscle, but not pressing past it. Instead he started smearing copious amounts of precum in and around it in order to best glide himself into the other man's anal cavity. He knew how little experience the bull had, and he wasn't about to hurt the younger guy.

Gently, he shoved his meatlog into the minotaur's hole, his length still leaking up a storm of preseed, making his entrance all the easier. He could feel how tight the other male was, eliciting a grunt of approval as he'd not taken someone so snug in ages. More and more he forced himself in, tempering his strength so that it remained pleasurable for the both of them.

Had he not had even the slightest amount of control, Bran would've cum then and there as he took inch after agonizing inch up his chute. For someone so big, he had no idea that he was so tiny back there, surprised as he thought that enveloping his therapist's schlong would've been a cakewalk for him. Instead, he got used to the reality that looks can be incredibly deceiving, though also understanding that it took a partner who knew that as well so that whoever was on the bottom could still enjoy themselves. Not a word had been said, yet he actually learned something, surprising even himself!

He gritted his teeth as more of the goblin's manhood split him open, making him remember the porn that he discovered not too long ago of the some of the biggest men of his kind taking significantly smaller guys' dicks up their assholes, fucking them relentlessly and leaving them cum-drenched and gaping. The feeling translated perfectly in spite of his lack of experience, savouring how the goblin stuffed every last inch of his anal cavity. That wasn't enough, however, he wanted more.

Rezzik huffed when he felt the bull's ass swallow more of his cock, the abrupt envelopment causing him to launch forward, shoving the rest of it all the way inside and fully impaling the bull on his fuckmeat. Both of them moaned hard, but he knew that he couldn't just drill his client right away without first loosening him up. Good thing he drooled pre like a broken nozzle.

The path back out of the minotaur's asshole wasn't nearly as tough to traverse, with his shaft having made the job easier by stretching the bull out in the first place. His nerves lit up as he felt his cock get clamped down on, blanketing him with a surge of ecstasy that washed over him like lava, causing the muscles across his engorged form to flex uncontrollably. It seemed that his lessons were actually getting through to his pupil after all!

It was Bran's first time having sex with someone else, thanking his lucky stars that it was with someone who clearly knew how to pleasure a man of his enormity. It seemed that with the bucking that commenced the goblin could somehow hit every button that dwelled deep in the darkest recesses of his brain, even ones that he never knew that he possessed. He didn't even care that he was bottoming for someone smaller than he was; others of his kind might take umbrage with that fact, but he knew that all of them would change their tune if they got to experience the same thing. His tribe's traditions were a bit stuffy anyway, he felt.

The more that Rezzik plowed the moaning bull, the easier that the motion got for him. In addition to the ridiculous amount of pre that he oozed from the head of his cock - thanks to edging his orgasm umpteen times - the bull had also loosened up considerably, allowing him to glide in and out of the other man's hole with ease. It let him quicken his pace, now pistoning into the minotaur like he wanted to do from the start.

His fucking only increased from there. With satisfied grunts, he slammed his hips against his client's massive, dimpled ass, the impacts only skyrocketing their libidos by magnitudes. His fat balls, too, added to the bliss shooting through them, with his actually fairly close in size to the bull's, pendulously crashing against them with every swing. It wasn't often that he was someone's first time these days, but he made sure that he left a good impression on them.

It was starting to be too much for Bran, whose lack of experience led him to not be able to hold on much longer. His arms had buckled a while back once the goblin's jackhammering rhythmically flattened his prostate like a button hardwired directly to the pleasure centre of his brain. He'd never felt so smashed before in his life, not even the paltry times that he'd tried a toy. They just couldn't compare to the real thing.

Finally out of sync with his therapist, he belted out an embarrassingly whorish moan as he creamed all along the front of his rippling trunk as well as the floor below him. His balls had filled back up during the time that he got pounded, making it feel like he'd not cum in ages despite having done so once earlier. His cock fired out rope after sticky rope of bullbatter that coated the ground in a musky pool of jizz that started approaching his face. The smell was intoxicating, though debilitating in its masculine aroma, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The involuntary clenching onto his thick shaft ended Rezzik's thrusting then and there. No longer could he fuck his client, instead capitulating into his built-up arousal and letting out a long, low groan, geysering out seed like a fire hose. His balls drained as fast as they could, emptying their frantic production into the bull, painting in his inner walls a pearlescent white as he coated all flesh in front of his cock.

More and more spunk shot from the tip of his dick, plunged as far into the minotaur's ass to ensure that nothing could dribble out. His pelvis remained flush with the other man's ass cheeks, unable to dent the rock-hard flesh regardless of how much force was involved. Thick, viscous jizz deluged the bull's bowels, untold litres of the stuff being pumped from cum tanks bigger than a person's head. Apparently he'd been more pent up than even he'd thought!

Bran sputtered as he felt the flow in his asshole taper off, his mind in a haze as he couldn't even fathom how much time had gone by. His middle felt so full of the other man's cum, to the point where he felt bloated, but it strangely didn't discomfort him in any way. It felt far more pleasurable than he expected it to be. The goblin clearly worked here for a reason.

"Alright," Rezzik said, bleary-eyed and panting, "so that's how it's done." Gripping onto the bull's wide hips, he slowly pulled his endowment free from the other man's asshole, astonished that not a single drop of his musky jism came with it - the minotaur seemed to intake it all.

"Holy fuck, dude!" The abrupt feeling of emptiness caused Bran to whimper before regaining his composure, his eyes slightly half-lidded. "I-I think that might have been the single greatest event of my life so far. So, do I get to fuck you next then?"

Rezzik smirked at his client's eagerness, but shook his head as best as his grotesque musculature would allow him. "Oh, we'll work our way up to that in future sessions. You gotta be ready for that first."

Bran hastily pushed himself to his hands, though fumbling a tad, turning around to look at the goblin with ambition twinkling in his eyes. "How do I do that?"

"I can sit here and tell you thousands of things that you could be doing to prepare yourself for these sorts of situations, but it'd be far more beneficial in my eyes to get you to figure out things on your own," Rezzik said. "You know, really get a feel for things yourself."

"I, uh," Bran gulped as he pursed his lips, "I don't really know if I can find someone else to do that with..."

"I know you've got friends. You wrote down that you fancy them, remember?" Rezzik grinned from ear-to-ear as he watched the bull cover his face in embarrassment. "Your homework will be to have some sex, then we'll go over what you learned in the next session, alright?"

With a genuine feeling of confidence that he hadn't possessed until just then, Bran nodded. "You got it!"