Bison Minotaur (complete)

    You’ve been working at the same advertising agency for a long time. You started as an intern fresh from college, and now, fifteen years later, you have your own office and are head of your own team. It’s nice being the boss, but there are days when you miss being one of the low rungs on the ladder. It was easier then, the pay sucked, but it was easier. Nowadays, you felt like a nanny, running around and wrangling up your unruly gaggle of toddlers. 

    Recently, a lot has been happening in your life. The firm you work for acquired a small-time competitor, and the two firms were merging. You had gotten a bunch of new employees, all of whom needed some basic training, so things were started to get piled up. Then, a week before the merger, you and your boyfriend broke it off. It hadn’t been great for a long time, so you saw it coming, but it still was kind of a blow. He had just moved out, and your place was looking a little sloppy, so you didn’t much like going home these days. Usually, after work, you went to the gym, out to eat, maybe go to a bar and have a few drinks, and then home and directly to bed. It wasn’t a great life, but hey, it could be a lot worse.

    There’s a knock at your door, and you look up, seeing Titus, the new head of your art department. Titus was part of the merger, and you were a little pleased he was assigned to you. He was just your type. He was a big, burly, Bison Minotaur. He was tall, rugged, with arms like tree trunks, and a bubble butt to top it all off. 

    “Can I come in?” He asks.

    “Go ahead,” you reply.

    He walks in, carrying his folder and he sits down in one of the chairs before your desk. “I don’t mean to stop by so randomly, sir,” he starts. “But I have some minor complaints about your art department.”

    You furrowed your brow and lean forward. “Oh? And what would that be?”

    He looks at you, his dark eyes serious and calm. “To put it bluntly sir, it sucks.”

    You lean back in your seat. “Interesting,” you murmur. “And what makes you say that it sucks, Titus?”

    “Because it does,” he replies. “The artists I work with are fine and all, but it’s the conditions! We just have desks to work at. We all have to share the main drawing station, and all of us have projects and work to accomplish. This is supposed to be a major firm, and yet we can’t afford and basic equipment we need? Our computers are out of date for the software we’re supposed to be working with. And don’t get me started on pencils-”

    You hold up your hand to stop him. “What are you talking about? We just updated the computers last year. All new ones too.”

    “Then someone is lying to you,” Titus answers.

    You furrow your brow. “Tell me, the artists that you work with, do you often find them going into a closet?”

    Titus tilts his head. “They do,” he says. “But I don’t-”

    You sigh and shake your head. “Titus, I must apologize to you. The area you’re working in is supposed to be the main meeting room between copy and art. The door they keep disappearing into is your office.”

    Titus’ eyes go wide.

    “They’ve been lying to you.”

    Titus takes a deep, steady breath. “Oh my god-” he holds his hand over his face and shakes his head. “I feel like an idiot.”

    “Your old boss said you were trusting,” you stand up. “And most of my crew wasn’t happy about your coming into the fold so-” you give him a reassuring smile. “Do you want me to go yell at them for you?”

    He shakes his head. “No. I don’t want them thinking I went off crying to the new boss. I need to suck it up I guess,” he grumbles as he stands up.

    “Is this a regular occurrence for you?” You ask him.

    He grunts and nods. “I’m afraid so, sir. I’m fairly gullible.”

    You chuckle. “Well, if you have any more issues, please, bring them up to me. I would love to be of help again.”

    “For now, I’ve just got to deal with my art crew,” he sighs. “Thanks again for listening to me.” He leaves you off, mumbling under his breath as he goes.

    You smirk to yourself, enjoying the fact that Titus’ personality didn’t make his robust and burly appearance. It was kind of cute actually. 

    After work, you go to your gym. You head to the locker room and start undressing. From the corner of your eye, you see something big, so you turn to look. You see Titus, and he’s almost entirely naked. All he has on are his underwear. His body is muscular, chest barreled and hairy. He has a soft belly, but he still looks more ripped than you. His thighs look like that could smash coal into diamonds, and you’re into it. 

    He turns, and he stands still. “Oh uhm...hi. I didn’t realize you came here.” He slips on a shirt bearing some gas station logo.

    “I didn’t know you did.” You take off your shirt and fold it up. You can’t help but feel you’re posing in front of Titus. 

    He turns his head away slightly and tugs his shirt down. “I usually try to come later in the evening,” he replies.

    “I’ve been coming after work these days.” You slip on your shirt and shorts for working out.  “It’s better than going home most nights.”

    Titus furrows his brow. “I wanna ask, but I don’t want to pry into your personal life,” he replies.

    You smile at him. “You can ask. There’s nothing there really,” you answer. “Ever since the breakup, I’ve just not felt like being at the apartment.”

    “Oh!” Titus gasps. “Oh well,” he swallows and shuts his locker. “I’m sorry about that. My problem is usually roommates.”

    “You have roommates?” You ask, following him out of the locker room.

    “Unfortunately,” he grunts. “I have to pay for my brother’s college right now, so most of my money is going towards that.”

    “Wow, you pay for his tuition?” You ask.

    He huffs. “We’re all we’ve got. Our parents died a few years ago, so I’m trying to make things as easy for him as possible.” He shrugs. “I’d do anything for him really.”

    “I’m an only child,” you admit. “I don’t quite get the whole sibling bond shit.”

    Titus chuckles. “It’s like with your parents, only you can fight them.”

    You smirk, noticing Titus is heading towards the weightlifting. You glance to your usual section where you run on the treadmill or go to the spin class. You’ve never been one for weightlifting although you know you should try it at some point. 

    You watch as Titus selects his weights and loads them onto the bar. There are a few orcs there that help him out, all of them ripped beyond belief. 

    “Here again?” You turn and look at the girl walking up to you. 

    “You too, Etta?” You ask her. 

    Etta stands beside you, watching her boyfriend Kip help Titus load the bar with weights. “You know Titus?” she asks.

    “He works for me,” you answer.

    “Ah,” she murmurs then glances back at you. “I’m sorry about my brother,” she murmurs. “He can be kind of an asshole when he’s angry.”

    You sigh and shake your head. “You don’t need to apologize for him. It’s ok.”

    Her brother was your ex, in fact, it had been Etta who introduced the two of you at the gym. She felt slightly guilty things had soured. 

    “Still,” she huffs. “I saw the way he left the apartment. Not cool. Do you want me to come over at some time and help you fix things up?”

    You let out a long breath and shrug. “I’m rarely there, it doesn’t matter.”

    Etta frowns. “That doesn’t make me worry any less,” she says. “In fact, it makes more worried.” She looks back at the orcs and Titus. “So, you and Titus work together?”

    “You know him?” You ask.

    Etta fidgets unsurely. “He’s uhm...he’s an ex of my brother too.”

    Your eyes bg slightly. “No,” you gasp.

    “Yup,” she huffs. “Just before you.” She looks at you. “Things didn’t end well there either,” she admits. “In fact, it was a lot messier than your breakup.”

    “Oh yeah?” You murmur. “That’s too bad.”

    “Titus is too nice,” Etta says. “And you know how my brother can be.”

    I feel angry. I was pissed that the art department had walked all over him. But know we shared an ex that had taken advantage of us really got me inflamed. 

    “He’s super sweet,” Etta sighs. “You both deserve better.”

    You watch as Titus takes the weights and lifts them. His muscles go taut, and he grits his teeth. He makes a deep, guttural snarl and you take notice. The sound is primal and incredibly sexy. You can’t help but wonder what noises he makes in bed.

    You got and workout with Etta, running the treadmills and kind of goofing off. Later, Kip comes over to steal Etta away. He bites her shoulder, and she giggles loudly.

    “Hey, don’t do that here!” She scolds.

    He chuckles. “I invited Titus out with us. Why don’t you invite your friend too, we’ll get that nice booth in the back.”

    “That sounds fun,” Etta grins at you. “Come join us,” she says in a creepy voice.

    “I was going to a bar anyways,” you smirk. “You don’t need to butter me up.” You see Titus going into the locker room. “I’ll go get showered and meet you in the lobby.” You tell them. You make a dash for the locker room just in time to see Titus walking into the showers. You strip and follow inside. You see him at the far edge, having to stoop to get under the showerhead to get wet. He scrubs himself, rubbing soap all over his body. He turns around, letting the water hit his back, and you have to hold your breath. His cock might as well have been a loaf of french bread.

    You go into the showers, trying to ignore the feast before your eyes. You already liked Titus, but there were too many factors involved. He was your employee, he dated your ex. It would all be too weird to get a crush now.

    “Are you going to the bar too?” He asks.

    You look up through the water and steam, seeing Titus rinsing himself off. You nod, feeling a bit tipsy already just looking at him bare naked like that. “Yeah uhm, Kip and Etta invited me.”

    “Oh great, cool. I was- ow!” He yelps and dips his head down.

    “What?” You gasp.

    “I got soap in my eyes,” he grumbles and rubs his eyes.

    “Well wash it out! Don’t rub it in more!” You step towards him.

    He grunts and goes under the water. “It still hurts.”

    “You rubbed soap in, I’d be surprised if it didn’t hurt,” you can’t help but chuckle.

    He huffs. “This is so fucking embarrassing,” he laughs. “First, what happened in your office, now this.”

    “Don’t be embarrassed,” you tell him. “It’s ok.”

    He turns off the faucet and sighs. “I need to go get dry. It takes me a while.”

    Your eyes linger after him, seeing his perfect ass and his cock as it hangs between his legs. You huff and snap back to attention, cranking on the cold water to make your body behave so your mind would follow. 

    At the bar, you try to sit beside Etta, but you end up sitting next to Titus. He smells good from the shower, and his fur is still slightly damp. You order your whiskey and some nachos which will make up your dinner.

    Etta and Kip go to dance, and the other orcs leave the booth to mingle about, leaving you and Titus alone together. He’s drinking a mojito, and his eyes keep lingering out towards the dance floor.

    “Do you dance?” You ask him.

    “Hmm?” He looks at you then back out. “No, not really. I’ve never really danced before.”

    You follow his gaze, seeing he’s watching Kip and Etta. “I dated her brother,” you admit to him.

    He stiffens up, and he huffs. “Yeah, me too,” he grumbles. He glances down at you. “Is that the breakup you mentioned?”

    “Yeah,” I take a long drink from my whiskey. “That’d be the one.”

    “I’m sorry,” he mutters.

    “Why?” You look up at him. “Why would you apologize for that?”

    He shakes his big head. “No, I just mean...sorry. Uhm-” he takes a sip of his drink. “I know how it goes.”

    “Yeah,” you sigh and look back out. “I’m glad it’s over, but I’m still really pissed off about it,” you sigh. “When he packed up he trashed my place.”

    “What?” Titus scoffs. “You’re kidding.”

    You shake your head. “Nope. That’s why I barely go home. I just don’t want to deal with it at all.” You take a sip again. “I go to the gym, go to eat, go to bars. Maybe stay with a friend or whoever.”

    Titus’s big, strong hand claps down on your shoulder. “Do you want any help cleaning it up?”

    You huff. “No,” you answer. “You don’t even need to concern yourself with it.”

    Titus removes his hand, and he sighs. “Would you like to stay at my place tonight?”

    Your heart stops, and you bite your cheek.

    “I know it may seem weird but-” he glances at you from the corner of his eye. “I have a massive bed.”

    You look up at him and chuckle. A smile spreads across your face, and you can’t help but laugh. 

    “What?” Titus asks. “Am I being too forward?”

    “I’m your boss, Titus,” you say into your drink before you finish it off. “It wouldn’t be right if I just jumped into bed with you.”

    “True, but I think we could both use the company,” he places his hand on your thigh. “I’m lonely,” he whispers to you. “I’m slightly tipsy, and my biggest fantasy is getting fucked by my boss. So forgive me.” He takes his hand away, and you wish he hadn’t. “I’ll get you another drink,” he says as he stands up.

    Your dick is already half hard just from his words. How dare he be that sexy and cute at the same time? When he comes back and hands you your drink and cozy up beside him. “Let's say I took you up on that offer, what then?”

    “Work is work,” he replies. “I can set that aside. And if things take a turn somewhere, I can always ask for a transfer to another team.”

    You place your hand on his thigh and start to rub. “I don’t want to lose you on my team, you’re too good.”

    “I don’t want to work for anyone else,” Titus whispers. “But I also really want to get fucked by you.”

    You bite back your smile. “You’re a bottom?” 

    “I know,” he chuckles. “I don’t look the part. But I love getting bossed around if you catch my drift.”

    You snort and laugh, and Titus starts to laugh.

    You catch your breathe and let out a few more chuckles. “What about your roommates?”

    “Oh!” Titus snorts. “Oh crap, I forgot about them.”

    You take a drink. “Yeah, too bad. I was this close to following you home.”

    Titus takes a long sip of his mojito and sighs. “And you don’t want to go back to your place, so-” he sighs. “We could always go back to the office.”

    You choke, and cough and you look up at him with a stunned expression. “Surely you’re kidding!” You wiped your mouth.

    He smirks. “I told you I have a fantasy about having sex with my boss,” he licks his lips. “It usually takes place with me bent over a desk.”

    You clear your throat again and try to calm yourself. “Well, as tempting as that sounds, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be too comfortable with that.”

    “I understand,” he chuckles. “It’s just fun teasing is all.” He glances back down at you. 

    “Fun?” You scoff. “I haven’t had sex in a month. It’s torture for me at this point.”

    Titus sighs, glancing around the room. “I noticed at the gym,” he says. 

    “Sorry,” you chuckle. “I uhm-”

    Under the table, Titus touches you. His fondles your bulge in your pants. “I liked it,” his voice cracks. “I like being watched.”

    You bite your cheek and huff. “Titus,” you moan.

    “I know, I need to stop,” he whispers in your ear. “But-” he takes your hand and rubs your palm along the thick shape on his thigh. “I can’t go home like this.”

    You groan and look up at him. “My place,” he growls. “It’ll be fine. I don’t give a fuck at this point.”

    Titus looks at you, his gaze heady and his lips are parted. “You sure, boss?” He moans. 

    You tug him down by his collar, kissing him. You start out hard, but it goes soft and sweet. He tastes like mint, and his tongue is soft. You moan softly as you pull away from him. 

    “You kiss too good,” Titus moans.

    “C’mon,” you leave the booth with him and head out of the bar, clutching his big hand the entire time. He walks beside you in the stunned silence, but you can’t help but smile.

    “I’ve not felt this excited in a long time,” you admit to him. 

    “Really?” He asks. “Me too.” He squeezes your hand. “I wanna suck you as soon as we get to your place.”

    You laugh. “Oh come on, now you’re not being fair!”

    “Hey,” he smirks, “you’re taking me home. I can rile you up as much as I like and then you can punish me for it.”

    You stop and pull him down, kissing him hard again. He runs his hands down your back and gropes your ass. His tongue swirls around in your mouth, and you moan for him. Pulling back you grin up at him. “I can punish you if you like, big boy.” You then drag him back to your place. Barely making it alive in the elevator. You pull him into your apartment and turn a light on.

    Titus’ eyes go wide as he looks around. “Oh,” he whispers, noticing how empty the place is. You took everything while you were gone, and you’ve not done anything to get it back or replace it. 

    “Ignore it.” You unzip his pants and pull his cock out, stroking it.

    Titus grunts, deep and guttural. 

    “Focus on me,” you moan. “I want you.”

    Titus kneels down before you, unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock. He smirks as he licks the tip, his dark eyes flicking up to you as he coils his tongue around the shaft. He kisses your stomach and pushes aside your clothes. He caresses your thighs and sucks you sack into his mouth. You groan, bracing yourself on the counter.

    “Fuck, you’re good,” he growls as you tangle your fingers in his fur.

    He moans as he takes your cock into his mouth. He bobs his head, sucking you as he moves. Your lashes flutter, and you throw your head back. He’s too good at this. He growls and struggle, trying to get back before you blow. But he won’t let go, he takes you to his throat, and you lose it. You growl and snarl, releasing your load down his throat. You gasp and puff, legs trembling as he swallows and stands.

“Dammit, I didn’t want you to do that,” you pant.

“I couldn’t help it. I wanted you to cum,” Titus pants. He strips off his clothes, and he steps back. He strokes himself as you watch.

You bite your lip, watching his fist work over his thick cock. He whimpers, his expression is sweet and desperate. You step towards him. “Stop,” he growls at him.

He gasps softly but doesn’t stop.

“I told you to stop,” he growl. You pull his hand away. “Come with me.” You drag him to your bedroom and make him lay down on the bed. You roll him over, so he’s on his belly. You kiss his shoulder and down his wall of a back. You tug his tail and lift it so you can kiss his cheeks.

“Mm,” Titus groans.

You bite him, and he lets out a strained moan. His legs fidget, and he grips to the sheets. You bite him again and watch him squirm. “You don’t get off so easily,” you pant. “Not until I’m hard and ready to fuck you.” You slap his ass, and he cries out. You spread his cheeks, seeing his tight pucker on display. You take a bottle from your bedside table and dribble the lube down his crack.

“Please,” Titus moans.

You spank him again, and he groans in need. You swirl your finger around his pucker, teasing him and toying with him. You suck in a breath and watch as your finger sinks inside him. He grunts and pants, sounding desperate.

“If I fucked you in my office, I never would get any work done,” you moan. “All I would do is sit there and imagine you. I’d remember how good it felt fucking you. I’d be useless. I’d be hard, needy and useless.” You grinding your finger inside him and add a second one. “And you’re too big to fit under my desk.”

Titus chuckles then grunts. “Mm, fuck, I didn’t think of that.”

You slap his ass again. “You didn’t consider your roommates either.” You start moving your fingers now, watching his pucker stretch to take them. “All you thought about was tasting my cock, right?”

He whimpers again. “Yes. I’m sorry!”

You smirk, feeling yourself get hard again. “You’re a good worker, Titus,” you moan. You pull your fingers out, and he whines in protest. You kneel down behind him, seeing his cock laying between his legs. You stroke is slowly and feel his pulse in your palm. “You’re cute too.”

Titus shivers. “Cute?”

“Incredibly sexy too,” you moan. You then tug his legs, so he’s hanging over the edge of the bed. “Right now, I have an amazing view.” You slap his ass again and grab his cheeks, pulling them apart as you rub yours against him.

“Oh god,” Titus gasps. “Mm, thank you.”

You chuckle. “You sound so needy.” You align yourself with his hole. “Perhaps I should be a good boss and take care of you.” You slowly start to push inside him. You watch his stretch around your tip as you enter him.

A long, deep moan leaves Titus’ lips, and he throws his head back. “Oh fuck, yes. Oh please, oh yes-” he moans.

You ease into him, watching your cock disappear inside. You bite your lip and still yourself. He’s warm and tight, and his sweet moans only make it better. You squeeze his rear and sigh. “Good boy, Titus.” You pull back out and push deep again. You slowly start to pick up speed as you lap slaps against his rear. Titus grunts and moans, gasping and rolling his hips, thrusting backward to meet you. 

You pull out again and wipe your mouth. “Ok now,” you gulp down a breath. “Your turn.”

    “What?” He moans, sitting up.

    You lay down on the bed. “Sit on me, I want to see you.”

    Titus bites his lip and crawls on top of you. He kisses you, rubbing himself against your cock. His dick lays on your stomach, so you run your fingers down it. Titus moans and sits up, guiding you back into place. He shudders, grunting as he starts to ride you. You look up at him, admiring his body. You touch his chest, petting it and his belly. You grip his hips and feel his muscles go taut. 

    “Is this ok?” he pants.

    “Yes,” you grunt. “Keep going.”

    He bounces on you, shaking the bed. His cock is throbbing, and you see his expression change. He jerks and twitches and his cock shoots all over your chest and belly. His warm, thick cum smears all over you.

    “I’m so sorry!” He pants. “I just couldn’t hold on with you staring at me.”

    You run your fingers through his cum and lick it off your fingertips. “Good boy,” you moan. You grab his hips and thrust hard up inside him. He cries out, and you feel your own peak. You moan and gasp, shuddering as you cum inside him.

    You go limp on the bed as Titus falls down beside you, huffing and puffing. He kisses you, and you turn to meet it. You moan softly, feeling his strong arms around you.

    “How was that?” Titus murmurs.

    You chuckle and grin. “In trouble,” you moan. 

    “Oh?” He gasps.

    You sit up and stretch. “You’re too good. I’m going to keep wanting more and more.” You smirk at him. “You hungry? I’ll order us some food.”

    He sits up and watches you as you get your cell phone. “You want me to stay?”

    You stare at him in disbelief. “Did you want to go?”

    Titus shakes his head. “No,” he replies. 

    “Then I want you to stay,” you smile at him and then turn as your favorite take-out place answers. You make a pretty large order and then sit back down on the bed to wait for delivery. 

    “I want you here, Titus.” You lay back, resting your head on his belly. “I like you, I want more of you.” You pet his chest. “I want to know you better.”

    Titus lays his hand on your chest. “Really?”

    You smirk. “I’d be an idiot to let someone like you go.”

    He sighs. “I was worried. I have to admit,” he murmurs. “I was starting to worry I was only good for one night stands.”

    “Are you fucking kidding me?” You sit up and look down at him. “I want seconds and thirds and more and more,” you kiss him softly. “I want you every which way.”

    He smirks. “I can arrange that.” He runs his thick fingers through your hair. “You need some furniture though. I have some special moves for a sofa.”

    You chuckle and kiss him again. “I should properly date you before I get rewarded with that.” There’s a knock on the door, so you quickly throw on a shirt and get the food. You come back and see Titus grinning at you.

    “What?” You huff.

    “You look cute in my shirt.” He winks. 

    You look down, seeing his too big shirt is what you threw on. You shake your head and sit beside him, opening up the monster bag of food you’ve ordered. “I may have ordered too much.”

    “Just right,” he takes a box of mixed vegetables and digs in. “I’m starving. I never ate anything after the gym.”

    “Why didn’t you say anything?” You ask.

    He smiles shyly and dips his head. “I was afraid I’d miss my opportunity,” he says and looks at you. “I really wanted to hang out with you.”

    “Fuck, you’re cute,” you kiss his cheek and feed him a dumpling. 

    He chuckles. “Nah, you’re the cute one.”

    You smirk at him and eat a bite. “So, what sort of the first date would you like to go on?” You ask him, “I’ll do anything.”

    He shrugs. “This is really nice,” he says. “Romantic, goofy,” he looks at you. “Can we call this our first date?”

    Your cheeks burn, he’s too good to be true. “Really? In my crappy apartment?”

    “It’s better than most first dates I have,” he shrugs. “I’m not too lucky,” he huffs. “So for me, this is the best date I’ve ever had.”

    You kiss his cheek again. “Same for me,” you murmur. “I mean, my ex...our ex,” you laugh. “I loved them but...you know, I never felt comfortable. I always felt out of place or something. But with you, it feels easy.” You look out the window and then back up at Titus. “It feels like your shirt,” you tell him. “Comfy, roomy, very warm.”

    He smiles and kisses you. “Don’t get any food on it, I have to wear it to work tomorrow.”

    “You aren’t going to work,” you kiss him back. “You’re staying in with me,” you moan as the kiss grows deeper. “You’re mine for the day. Sorry.”

    He growls softly. “I doubt I’d be able to walk straight anyways.” He paws at your chest. “After all this Chinese food I mean.”

    You kiss him more. “How am I hungry again?” You tease, moving into his big lap.

    He laughs and throws you down, feeding you another dumpling. “Then eat up.” He grins and sits back up, reaching for the container of lo mein.

    You kiss his arm and shoulder. “Is that ok?” you ask. “If we stay here tomorrow?” You rest your cheek to his shoulder. “I just don’t want to leave and risk all this being a dream.”

    Titus kisses the top of your head. “I’ll help you shop online for furniture,” he says. “I’ll stay. I want to too.” 

    You look up at him and into his dark, soft eyes. “I’m glad.”

    He dips down and kisses you. “How are we gonna handle work then?” He smirks. “Are you going to sexually harass me at the office?”

    You laugh and kiss him. “Of course I am. Every chance I get.” You shake your head. “Only if you want me to.”

    “No, I’ll be turned on in an instant!” He turns back to the food. “So, you best behave, like a good boss.”

    You kiss Titus’ shoulder and go back to eating. “I will be.”