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Yuusaku was a simple man, he liked milk in his coffee, could be swayed by a nice set of breasts, and put his all into his work. Since starting his own ranch, he'd done his best to make sure the people who came to him to be milked were treated with the utmost respect and were comfortable. His interest in the genetic mutation had started early, it only grew when he'd met his older half brother and he was instantly drawn to him. The fact he was a Hucow only made him more interested.
Their father saw no use in Ogata, nor in Hucows themselves as anything more than livestock. Yuusaku intended to find a way to change that.
One early summer afternoon he's checking the names of the Hucows who had come in that day and is shocked to see a very familiar name. Ogata, his own brother, had checked into his ranch for his lactation period. His older brother who he had tried time and time again to reach out to was staying in his facility. The possibilities run through Yuusaku's mind so fast he doesn't realize he's moving until he gets to the room Ogata should be staying in. He can hear the hum of machines through the door, his mouth going dry at the thought that Ogata was being milked just a few short feet away. His hand hovers above the handle before he thinks better and knocks. He can just make out a startled noise before a strained, "Come in!"
Yuusaku slowly opens the door, once he lays his eyes on Ogata he can't help how wide they get, nor can he help the sudden tightness in his slacks. There he is, his cock secured by one machine, his hard length on full display in the clear apparatus. Yuusaku's eyes trail up to his chest, gorgeous milk swollen breasts hooked up to a second machine, the creamy liquid already pumping into the machine. The fact that men's milk, whenever produced, was normally tossed hit Yuusaku as a major loss. He needed to taste it.
Ogata stares at him, mouth moving like he can't find the words, face steadily growing more red under Yuusaku's intense gaze, "What are you doing here??" Voice found, Yuusaku is shocked to hear it's filled with anger, edged with disgust.
"I own this ranch." His simple statement seems to surprise Ogata, who looks away from him, "I'll leave then." Yuusaku startles, "Please don't! You're more than welcome to stay. I.. I wanted to ask how comfortable the room seemed so far for you." He mentally pats himself on the back for his quick recovery as Ogata looks at him again before reaching down to turn the cock milking machine off, "What do you care? If you're in charge, this must just be another of your father's money making ranches." He mutters something after about how he should have checked the reviews more thoroughly before coming and Yuusaku quickly shakes his head, "This ranch is mine. I started it and run it myself. The comfort of Hucows is my top priority here, along with making sure they are treated with respect." Ogata's eyes narrow slightly, "Why?"
"Because you're human."
Ogata gives him a hard look, "The room is comfortable so far.. You'll have to send someone else to ask in a day or two." Yuusaku understands what he means, 'I don't want to see you again.' And sighs. Suddenly, the machine attached to Ogata's beautiful tits makes a distressed beeping sound and Ogata grunts in annoyance. Yuusaku takes a step to assist, stopping only as Ogata glares at him, "I, ahem.. I just want to see what's wrong and fix the problem for you, if you'll let me." Ogata's shoulders relax only slightly before he nods once. Yuusaku clears the space between them in record time, checking the machine. It had stopped pumping, and when he saw why he feels faint, it was somehow already full, "When.. When did your lactation period start?" Ogata huffs, "A few days back.. I couldn't get away from work until today." Yuusaku's eyes trail across the machine to Ogata's still swollen chest, "Were you able to milk yourself at all in that time?" Ogata's glare returns in full force, "What does that have to do with fixing your faulty machine?" Yuusaku swallows audibly, "It's full." Ogata looks wide eyed at the machine, "Shouldn't it hold more?" Yuusaku kept the smaller machines in the private rooms, used for pumping a few times a day, the bigger machines they kept in the assisted care areas, where the Hucows in need of extra help go throughout their lactation periods, "This machine is meant for um.. Less." He supplies lamely, "Let me get the tank changed. It will only be a moment." He chooses to fetch an empty tank first, the sooner it was in the sooner Ogata could get back to pumping. He hurries from the room, making a beeline for the supply room at the front of the hall, closing himself in it to palm his crotch through his pants. He just had to hold out a little longer, once he got Ogata's tank swapped he could lock himself in his office to relieve the ache between his legs.
Ogata would stay though, at least it seemed like he would stay. Yuusaku lets out a breath, readjust his slacks, and grabs a fresh tank before leaving the supply room.
His timing returning couldn't be worse.
Ogata had switched the cock milking machine back on while he'd been away, and the moment he let himself in, the glorious sound of Ogata's moans meets his ears as cum fills the apparatus around his cock. The view of Ogata bent over the machine, his still swollen breasts leaking down his chest, and the fresh load of cum still gushing out of his cock undoes every scrap of control Yuusaku had gathered while out of the room. His cock throbs painfully, and a groan tears itself from his throat. Ogata's panicked eyes meet his and he just manages to lift the tank and choke out, "I'll get this swapped in." Ogata's eyes don't leave him as he comes closer, doing his absolute best to not look at how disheveled Ogata looks, to not think about how badly he wants to draw his tongue up the line of milk and latch onto one of his nipples. Yuusaku's hands work on autopilot, disconnecting the filled tank, attaching the empty one, and finally putting space between him and Ogata again. He doesn't look at his brother until he's once again by the door, "If you need another tank change, there's an assist button by the door." He points it out, sure Ogata would have been told about it when he was shown to his room, "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask." Ogata's eyes hadn't left him the entire time, and Yuusaku isn't ashamed to admit he flees, not stopping until he's locked himself in his office.
The realization that the filled tank of milk is still in his hands hits the moment he throws the lock, and he shakily sets it on the floor, backing away until his ass hits the edge of his desk. No one had seen him between Ogata's room and his office, no one had seen him take the milk. The traitorous thought that he could TRY some, that he could taste it, drink it.
Ogata's milk.
His big brother's milk.
His hands shake and he retreats to behind his desk, sitting in the chair, the tank across the room. His cock takes that opportunity to remind him he's been tenting ever since he reentered Ogata's room, that Ogata had seen how hard he was because of him, that he'd made such a damning sound. Yuusaku's head drops onto his desk, forehead thumping against the wood as his hands take on a mind of their own, freeing his straining member from the restrictive material. With surprising steadiness, he wraps his fingers around his cock, not lasting long much to his ever growing embarrassment, splattering cum across the underside of his desk. When he raises his head again, the sight of the milk tank greets him, and he knows the summer would be a nightmare, but not one he intends to waste.
The next day, while Yuusaku is making his rounds, checking equipment that had recently been used for any damages, a chime goes off, someone needing assistance. He checks the room and freezes when he sees it's Ogata, but no one else would be around for another hour, so he goes himself. He knocks politely, waiting for Ogata to call him in before opening the door. The second Ogata's eyes are on him, they narrow, "Are you the only person here?" Yuusaku tries to answer, but Ogata waves his response off, "The cushions need to be changed.. on the bed." Yuusaku looks and sure enough, the tell tale sign of milk having leaked during the night, the stain having seeped across the material. He really needed to find something better for the beds here.
A wild thought, as he's pulling the cushions free, makes him turn to Ogata, "If it's not too much trouble.. Do you know a good material that's comfortable and stain resistant?" Ogata looks him up and down, unimpressed, before nodding, "I know a person who makes different sorts of bedding for lactation periods." Yuusaku lights up, that's exactly what he needs! He pulls his work cell from his pocket, opening his notes, "Could you tell me who they are?" Ogata's nose scrunched up slightly, "They run a small business and only sell to Hucows.. They aren't going to do business with you." Yuusaku's shoulders sag before another idea comes to mind, "Could.. Would you be willing to ask on my behalf? I really do want this place to be as comfortable as possible, and would be thrilled to work with Hucows to make it that way." Ogata studies him a moment longer before sighing, "Sure. I was planning on going out today anyway." Smiling happily, Yuusaku starts toward the door with the soiled cushions, "Thank you, brother! I really appreciate it! I'll be back in a moment to replace these." All he gets is a huff in response, and when Yuusaku returns he's already left.
Hours later, what Yuusaku doesn't expect is Ogata walking into his office. His eyes are hard as he sits in the chair across the desk, and Yuusaku waits to hear what he needs. He feels like he's being studied again, "They were excited to hear I was there for you. How long have you had this place?" Yuusaku is surprised to hear it, "It's almost been two years. They knew about me?" Ogata nods, a quick jerk of his head, "They stayed here before, said they had never been treated so well by someone who wasn't like us.. I'm supposed to bring the number that you need and the styles tomorrow." There's something in his eyes, some sort of unease, and Yuusaku wants to reach for him, instead he pulls a memo pad from his desk and starts to take down notes, "You need it by tomorrow? I'll get it to you with breakfast." He smiles warmly, "Thank you for doing this for me. If you don't mind.. Could I come to you with more questions later?" Ogata nods slowly before standing, turning towards the door before looking back over his shoulder, "What you do here won't change anything out there you know. But.. At least you're doing something." Yuusaku beams at his retreating back, warmth filling him at how well that had gone. Asking Ogata what would be best for Hucows was the greatest idea he'd ever had, it made his ranch a better place AND gave him reason to talk to his brother regularly.
The next morning, Yuusaku makes sure the list gets to Ogata, he knows the order would take a long time to fill and makes a note under the list that he doesn’t want to rush the maker since they are a small business, adding in that he’s more than happy to pay for the materials before production starts and them for the time taken once completed. He’s heading to his office when he sees Ogata hurrying for the door, pulling his coat on as he goes, “I’ll drop off the list today.” He calls to Yuusaku before the door shuts behind him. Had he not gotten his lactation period off from work? Yuusaku frowns, but figures he can ask him about it when he gets back, maybe offer to pay for the semen that was already being milked from him. He thinks again about the wasted potential of not being able to sell men’s milk, and of the tanks of Ogata’s milk that had already been discarded.
Yuusaku goes about his usual business that day, checking in with Hucows who were staying with him, checking on used machines, and making sure his stock was all going where it needed to go. He had a meeting with another pediatric hospital that ran through lunch, and directly after the meeting finished an order of supplies was delivered. Needless to say, Yuusaku was exhausted by the time he’d expected Ogata to return. He’d made sure a good meal had been brought to his room and had seen to making sure the room was a comfortable temperature. When Ogata hasn't returned once it's late, he starts to worry, but Ogata is an adult, he's probably fine, just busy. Yuusaku stays up later than he should, but finally has to go to sleep. He has another busy day tomorrow, he can't deprive himself of sleep just to wait up for Ogata.
An uncertain amount of time later, Yuusaku is woken by the chime of someone needing assistance. He pushes himself from bed, sliding on his slippers before taking note of the room number and shuffling out his bedroom door. He's halfway to the room when it clicks that the number was Ogata's room. He picks up the pace, now slightly more awake, needing to know what's wrong with his brother. He knocks before opening the door and there stands Ogata, his shirt unbuttoned to free his gorgeous swollen tits, tie tossed over his shoulder, and his hair a mess. He looks exhausted at Yuusaku before looking at the currently not pumping machine. Yuusaku was sure he'd put a fresh tank in the machine this morning, he tiredly blinks at it, it's full again. Ogata looks like a wreck, and Yuusaku is too tired to go fetch a new one and replace it, "Yuusaku.." he sounds so distressed. Yuusaku moves the machine away, and before either can think better of it, he leans in, pressing his mouth to one of Ogata's nipples. He can just hear a shuddering breath before milk fills his mouth, he closes his eyes, suckling greedily, his hand coming up to cup the other tit, gently massaging it as he drinks. It's sweet, it's the best thing he's ever tasted, he'll never taste anything as wonderful. Thoughts run through his head, picking up speed as his brain catches up to what he's doing. Ogata. He's breastfeeding from Ogata. The realization slams into his dick, throbbing painfully and he looks up just in time to catch Ogata's wrecked expression shift towards bliss right before an unparalleled moan rocks through him. More milk squirts into Yuusaku's mouth, along with milk from his other tit spraying across Yuusaku's sleeping clothes.
Ogata tries to catch his breath as Yuusaku pulls back slowly, worried he'll be pissed at him, but as he regains his ability to speak Ogata looks at him, cupping the tit Yuusaku hadn't been drinking from, "It.. It's bad manners to suck one and not the other." Aside from the start, Ogata’s voice holds steady, and Yuusaku is sure he must have died and gone to heaven. He leans in, eyes not leaving Ogata's face as he closes his lips around the other tit, when he's sure Ogata isn't going to bat him away he settles in, drinking happily as Ogata sighs threading his fingers through Yuusaku’s hair, "Feels good.." he sounds so tired but also slightly pleased? Yuusaku pulls back once he's had his fill, giving Ogata a quick look over. He's obviously spent, eyes barely open. They only open slightly more as Ogata looks him over in turn, resting on the obvious tent in his pants, "I suppose you want something in return.." Yuusaku only shakes his head, his need to care kicking in. He carefully moves to pick Ogata up, sure that his legs won't carry him at the moment, "All I want is to get you cleaned up and to bed."
Ogata snorts like he doesn't believe him, but lets Yuusaku continue, relaxing into his arms as he carries Ogata into the attached bathroom.Yuusaku sets him on the side of the tub and removes the rest of his clothes before turning on the water, "Would you prefer a bath or shower?" Ogata looks at him, and then down at himself, his crotch and thighs are covered in cum, and his chest with milk and Yuusaku's drool, "Shower." Yuusaku nods, switching it to the shower before helping Ogata stand and step in.
"I'm going to clean up the mess, let me know if you need help getting out." He picks up Ogata’s discarded clothes before leaving, letting the door stay open so he can hear if Ogata needs him. He tosses the soiled clothes into the room's hamper, pulling supplied comfortable clothes from the dresser. Checking through the door, he can see Ogata seems to be washing himself well enough and he sets the fresh clothes on the counter along with hanging a towel just outside the shower. Grabbing a second towel, Yuusaku cleans up the spilled milk, doing his best to not think about it or the milk that had seeped into his clothes. He'd have to shower himself before going back to bed. He's glad he can work through the ache of his hard cock, keeping his mind only on task so he can actually finish it.
The water shuts off and Yuusaku looks up, waiting to hear if Ogata needs him. A moment later he shuffles out in the clothes Yuusaku had brought him and starts toward the bed. Yuusaku tosses the sullied towel into the hamper as well before moving toward the bed himself, "Let me.." He pulls the sheets back, earning a disgruntled side eye from Ogata who still gets in, saying nothing as Yuusaku pulls the sheets back over him. After making sure Ogata is comfortable, Yuusaku starts for the door with a soft, "Good night, brother." He's not surprised when snores are the response. He can bring a fresh tank first thing in the morning.
Yuusaku returns to his room before looking down at himself, his tired brain once again catching up with what had just happened. He'd breastfed from Ogata, Ogata had cum from him breastfeeding, and then Ogata had told him to drink from the other tit. That had happened.
That had all happened.
Yuusaku presses his hands to his face, leaning against his door before his legs give out completely. The milk from his hands had mostly been scrubbed off while he was cleaning up the mess he'd made, but his clothes.. He looks at himself, his sleeping clothes were still damp with the milk that had squirted out when Ogata had cum. He shakily gets to his feet, he needs to shower, he's sticky from the milk and if he doesn't clean himself soon he might just lose his mind. The ache between his legs is the least of his worries as he absentmindedly squeezes the damp material in his hand while walking towards his bathroom. He can feel the moisture getting squeezed out between his fingers, remembering how Ogata had moaned, so beautifully, so perfectly. He wants to hear it again and again for the rest of his life. He wishes he'd been able to see him cum, that he'd been able to taste that too. Supposedly male Hucows sperm gets sweeter during lactation periods, he needs to know first hand.
Yuusaku starts the shower, lifting the once again milk covered fingers to his lips as he lets the water heat. It's not the same, but his cock still throbs. Without thinking, Yuusaku removes his clothes and drags his fingertips along his cock while moving the slightly sticky fingers between his lips, sliding his tongue along the digits. He groans at the flavor as he starts to pump his cock in earnest, his eyes fluttering closed as images of Ogata fill his head. What would it feel like to press his cock between his milk swollen breasts? To bend him over and fuck him till he squirted milk everywhere? He's sure, in the back of his mind, that Ogata would never allow either of those things, but the images help drag him over the edge, cumming hard into his fist as he bites down on his fingers.
Gasping for breath, Yuusaku shamefully hurries into the spray of water, doing his best to not mourn the loss of the milk that had stayed on his chest from his shirt. He drags his hands over his chest, fingers pressing against his nipples. How sensitive were Ogata's nipples? He'd said it felt good. He'd asked Yuusaku to do it again. He shivers, the thought to go back right this instant and suck Ogata's tits dry has him reaching to shut off the water, but he stops himself. He can't do that, he absolutely can not do that. He lets out a steadying breath, rubbing the last of the milky substance from his skin, ashamedly sliding the last hint of Ogata into his mouth. He'd take the next tank he could, he decides, he can't let Ogata's milk go to waste. He can't go without it.
Yuusaku finishes his shower quickly after that, choosing to leave his milk dampened clothes on the ground, not trusting himself. He crawls into bed, falling asleep shortly after his head hits the pillow.