The Milk Stud

Chapter 2



A New Life





Up close the Zorn seemed even bigger. He was thrice my size, and his appearance made me think of a wall of muscle. The Zorns came in several different colors just like humans. This Zorn’s leathery hide was bluish green, with bands of darkness like tiger stripes running vertically from the top of his head and disappearing into his clothing. His eyes were dark brown, so dark as to be almost black. His nose was more humanoid than amphibian. He had a bridge to it and perfectly formed nostrils, but it was somehow more blunted; not quite as sharp and protruding. My gaze fell to his mouth. The lips were nearly nonexistence, what little he had was the same color as the rest of him-- minus the black stripes.



I shivered as he opened his mouth. Zorn’s had more teeth than humans, but they weren’t sharp. It wasn’t that surprising considering they didn’t eat meat. They didn’t need the sharp teeth of a carnivore because the blunt grinding teeth were better suited for plants. In his multicolored face the teeth shone strong and blindingly white. It wilted some of my arousal to think of how much damage he could do to me despite his teeth being blunted.



I thought about running. It was obvious that this Zorn was breaking the rules. I looked over his head at the Zorn guard. He looked angry, but I noticed he made no move to confront the one kneeling before me. Even kneeling, this Zorn was not at level with my sex. He had to bend down if he wanted to taste me.



He reached out and cupped my balls. They ached, swollen with seed and stimulation. It made me moan. My hips instinctively rocked forward, pushing into his hand. His fingers felt good as they gently stroked me. He was watching my face as he handled me. I had no idea what he was looking for but it made me blush. I dropped my eyes, unsure of the repercussions of looking a Zorn in the eye for too long. I’d already pressed my luck. I didn’t want to come off a defiant.



Dropping my eyes only afforded me a close up look of what he was doing. I saw his large hand on me, the contrast between our skin. My cock bobbed, weeping its neglected fluid. I was flowing again. Precum dribbled down my cock and balls and soaked the Zorn’s big hand.



I heard a low growling sound. Then the big Zorn moved, and my cock was suddenly being cleaned by an eager tongue. I think I stopped breathing for a moment, unable to believe what I was seeing. This big Zorn, a creature who exuded dominance and control; a being that could crush me with very little effort was lapping the seed off my cock like it was ambrosia. I watched his tongue. It was longer, thicker, and rougher than my own. It wasn’t a lizards tongue exactly. He couldn’t wrap it around me more than once and it wasn’t sticky, but it was incredibly hot. I had no idea I could feel so much. I was shaking, struggling to assimilate these sensations.



The more he licked the more I flowed. Lightning like sensations danced up my spine as he teased the head of my cock, lapping around the flushed, mushroom-shaped head. It made me cry out. It made me push toward his mouth. I was greedy for more. My fists clenched as I fought the desire to lay my hands on his shoulders. I needed stability. I was going to fall.



He seemed to have read my thoughts. Without missing a beat, he slid both hands to the back of me, cupping my bare ass. His strength was now my support. His hot mouth surged down my length, and I watched myself disappear to the root inside the hot cavern of his mouth. That was all it took to make me come; the erotic sight of him swallowing me to the root. The sound that tore from my throat was somewhere between a whimper and a shout as I came. I couldn’t remember ever flowing so hard in my life. My own hand had never produced such a powerful orgasm and neither had the sleeve.



The big Zorn’s mouth continued to suction me. I could feel the powerful muscles of his jaws contract around me. His teeth were only the barest pressure and I thought perhaps it was a warning against my premature withdrawal. I had no idea how long it was before my flow tampered off. I only knew that I was incredibly drained, not of energy but the tax my orgasm had had on me. I was still struggling to deal with the aftershocks. The Zorn kept me in his mouth until he licked away the last drop, then he slowly released me.



He rose to his feet in one fluid motion. It surprised me when he pulled me into his side, allowing me to rest my lean frame against his larger one. I had not expected any kindness from a Zorn. They had always been something to be feared when I was younger; respected but feared.



My head rested in the curve of his side. I could feel the incredible warmth radiating off of him, and I breathed in his scent. He smelled good; he smelled of cinnamon and another spicy scent which I thought might just be his personal smell. The arm around my thin shoulders was reassuring. I knew I shouldn’t be so content to be where I was. I was only a slave now, a slave to a Zorn. I had an idea of what the future held for me.



But as the big Zorn gestured to the Zorn guard, I knew that I was going to be his. I felt like I should have minded more that he was going to be my new Master. I didn’t.











The last time I was in a havac I had been too frightened to pay much attention to the interior. Humans couldn’t afford such luxury. We walked where we were going, and our communities remained small enough that most of the places you could work weren’t that far. My new master’s havac was royal blue inside: the seats, floor, and walls were all covered in the same thick fabric. The space was huge; it had to be to accommodate a Zorn like my new master. There were two large seats facing each other in the havac. He had a driver in the control hatch, in a compartment at the front of the havac. We sat in the back. I thought he might want me to sit across from him, but as soon as I moved toward the seat he grabbed my arm and shook his head. I moved eagerly where he wanted me to. Despite his gentleness I was still afraid to upset him. He had big hands, and despite him being careful I had the idea that he had terrible strength. He sat on one side of the havac and stretched his long legs out in front of him, and then he pulled me into his lap.



They’d given me a scrap of cloth to wear to cover my genitals. It was embarrassing to wear it because I thought it looked like a big diaper. It was white, and it tucked between my legs. Still, I was happy to have something to wear. Being in the Zorn’s lap made me feel even more like a child. Yet it was comfortable there, and the hands that slid over me did not touch me like a child. I had a feeling this was commonplace with my master; he would touch me as much and as long as he liked. His hands felt good on me, it made me shiver and arch up into him. I had no idea I’d enjoy being petted so much.



He appeared to like my responses. I had already learned the deep rumbling sound in his chest meant he was pleased. His hands slid over my shoulder, and his blunt nails grazed my neck. I trembled for him, turning my cheek into the side of his hand because it seemed natural to do it when he touched my face. His eyes were intent on what he was doing as he carded fingers through my hair. The texture was probably odd to him because he didn’t have any hair. Maybe he had other human slaves, though. I wondered if there were more like me back at his home.



I wondered where his home was. I was afraid that just because he liked me didn’t mean others of his kind would. I had so many questions running through my head. Would I be shared? Would I be expected to live with other slave humans? Would he get tired of me? Yes, I already feared he’d get tired of me even though I just met him. Because while being a slave was not what I had hoped, being an unwanted slave was even worse. I was imagining all kinds of dire things for my future when he spoke. It startled me. I had no idea he was capable of forming human words.



I frowned in confusion. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”



“Pra-ter,” he slowly enunciated. It sounded like he was saying. Pray-ter.”



I still wasn’t getting what he was saying. Then he pointed at himself. “Pra-ter.”



“Oh, your name is Prater?” I said.



He grunted. Then he pointed at me.



“Colin.”



“Coulen,” he said.



I nibbled my lip, second guessing my urge to correct him. I decided against it. I nodded. He grunted his approval. “Coulen,” he repeated. His voice wasn’t gruff when he attempted to speak as a human would, but it sounded strange, rusty with disuse and coming from somewhere deep within his chest. I decided I liked the way he said my name, just as much as I liked his hands running over my body.



Perhaps I would learn to like it as his slave, if he proved to be a good master. I decided I’d like it if he didn’t get bored of me too soon, if there were others at his home that were just as nice, and if he didn’t hit me. I didn’t think I’d survive even one of his beatings.





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I’d never seen such a large house. I couldn’t imagine how many people lived there. My home was a modest two floor cottage and compared to some humans, my family was pretty well off. The size of this Zorn’s house was probably five of my little cottages put together. The outside was made of dark stone with four large columns to each side of the massive doors that led to the inside.



The doors were opened as we approached, and I saw two slender creatures—neither Zorn nor human holding the doors. These creatures were furry but stood on two legs. They looked like cat-men, both wearing black servant attire that covered all but their faces hands, and bare feet. One had dark chocolate covered fur and the other was a lighter tan. Their eyes were beautiful teal and aquamarine. They nodded to Prater as he walked through the doors.



I couldn’t stop looking at them, but I was forced to as I was led away from the foyer by Prater who had my hand. He slowed his walk when he noticed that his long legs were going too fast for me to keep up. He brought me down a hallway past several open rooms. I glimpsed a huge library, a den, and an office. Prater stopped at a closed door and turned the knob. Apparently Zorns did not knock.



The room was dimly lit, and filled with dark earth tone furniture. Behind a huge desk sat a Zorn even bigger looking than Prater. I had thought Prater was big, but now I noticed he did not have the bulk in muscles as this Zorn. He was dark green-mixed with tan. His coloring reminded of mud. His dark eyes flicked to Prater and then to me and back.



Prater said something to him, which just sounded to me like grunts and growls. The big Zorn answered back. Then he waved his hand. Prater tugged me forward and my heart dropped. I had pretty much figured out who was in charge here. I had mistakenly thought that Prater was going to be the head of the household. I knew now that this larger, older looking Zorn was Master and Commander. It was his final approval that I needed. I wondered if Prater would have to share me with him. I was trembling as I walked to him, for some reason I just didn’t want him touching me, especially not the way Prater had.



Prater urged me to the big Zorn’s side. He stepped back, giving the older Zorn room. I thought that perhaps this Zorn was Prater’s father. He definitely looked like the only Zorn capable enough of besting Prater.



The Father-Zorn cupped my jaw and turned my head. I could feel my heart thrumming in my throat as he inspected me. He even made me turn around. When his hand went to the ties of the cloth that covered my ass I started to really shiver. I didn’t want him to do what Prater had. I wanted to reach out to Prater. In this world that had flipped itself upside down I had only known kindness from him. He represented safety.



The cloth fell away and Father-Zorn spun me back around. My cock was limp, there was too much fear in me to get hard. He considered me for a moment. I saw him reach down for me. I must have let out some sound, perhaps a whimper.



Suddenly I was pulled back. Prater’s cinnamon and spice scent enveloped me and I buried my head into his side. I had never considered myself weak before, but I was no match for a Zorn. Prater had to be my strength.



Father-Zorn snarled. There was no other way to describe the sound he made. But Prater snarled back. I could feel him gesturing, vibrating with barely contained anger. I didn’t look to see what was going on. I just held onto Prater.



Sooner than I thought Prater was tugging me along. I didn’t have the scrap to cover my nakedness. I didn’t care, though. As long as we were putting distance between us and Father-Zorn.



I did wonder though, as Prater led me in the direction of somewhere else within his house, how my life would be under the same roof as Father-Zorn. Were their others like him? I had a feeling there would be.



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Oh, wait til you meet Rothgar. Not saying anything else tho, don\'t wanna give too much away. *grins*









Hey, I\'m stoked about the reception for this lil piece. The consensus seems to be this story is whacked but o\' so wickedly hot. Yes, yes, I thought so myself. You have no idea how crazy my imagination can get sometimes. \'Kay now I\'m going to attempt to answer feedback and or questions.





Wynja, glad you could join me for another story! Yeah, welcome to the club of weird. But who cares it\'s fun. lol



kordavamennemer, Colin is in for one hell of a ride if I can help it. About the Milk thing, yeah it makes me think of this story every time I see it in the fridge. I\'m glad you\'re enjoying this story so far. Keep tuning in I\'ve got more where this came from. ;)



pizzaboyyy, well, here is more. Hope it\'s still promising. I\'ve got plenty of ideas. Now, I just have to sit down and pound them out.



Seekah, my story telling abilities reflect my personality. I dabble in a little of everything. I\'m open to all genres of music. Well, almost. I\'m a Jack of all trades but a master of none. lol :) I got this idea from looking at a milk carton. I also read this really hawt story on e-book where this species survived on the nectar of of their mates. I even sorta adopted the name though it was unintentional *honest*. The author spelled a species in her book like Xorn and I spelled mine Zorn.



Adiual , yes, plenty weird. But we need a little weird around here. We\'ve done normal to death. Lol Thanks for reading, and leaving your thoughts. I\'m glad you thought it was interesting.



Buumkin, I agree wholeheartedly. It is about taste. Thanks for tuning in. Hope you continue to enjoy.



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ariesgirl, oh, yes the balance between grossing you out and fascinating you is very delicate. Glad I\'m leaning toward disturbingly sexy side.Thanks, bunches.Oh, and thank you for not putting anon. When you get more than one of those anon signatures you have no idea which anon has come back or if you have a new reader.



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Vandalizer86, Oh, yes, too creative sometimes. I had to beat my muse down with a stick. He is an unruly fellow. Anyhoo, thanks for checking this out. I shall endeavor to continue to thrill you guys with my smexiness. lol ;)





READERS IN GENRERAL: As always thank you for tuning in and taking the time out of your day to see what my little muse has been up to. I realize this story is liable to do three things: Gross you out so much that you go. *Ew* and hit the back button, fascinate you so much that you just...can\'t...look...away, or gross you out but you read anyway, and when its updated you come back to be happily grossed out some more. Hopefully it\'s two and three. :)