020 8 - No Cow Level (Patreon)

Jack was fitted into some loose-fitting robes that better fit his role as a healer above all else. Some simple greek-like attire with very little filigree or flare. He knew that some of the better healers had nicer, cuter clothes. Short skirts, heels, crop tops. Thins he would want his healslut to wear. He could not exactly go out completely naked and definitely did not want to so he was stuck, since they did not want to give him his armor back. Though, it was still somewhat embarrassing to go from a strong, powerful armored paladin to a priest. He would never live it down if his friends found out, so the number one priority was either getting out of the deal as soon as possible or advancing fast enough to become a real paladin again.

“Uh, Clovis?” Jack asked.

The large man turned his head. “Yeah?” The two were leaving the city since Clovis apparently had some business to attend to and as his 'healslut' Jack had to tag along.

“How do I get outta this thing?” He pointed down towards the cage, then in general towards the robe and bangle.

Clovis lifted his thick brow as he stared down at Jack and shrugged. “What'd the chick tell you?”

“She told me I could work my way up to becoming a Paladin again.”

It was hard to tell if Clovis was smirking, because he had the head of a bull. He exhaled swiftly through his nose.
“Yeah? Okay. I guess that's how it works, then.” He uttered indifferently. Jack stared up at the man for a bit too long after Clovis said that.
“What?”

Jack gulped. “Nothing.” Clovis was, to Jack, exactly what he wanted to be. Both in the game and out. Ever since he was little he thought of large men with larger cocks who could gather women with their physique and charisma. He had always idolized big, strong men and strove to be one. For that reason he went to the gym constantly and tried to angle himself into a successful field to be like the people he 'admired'.

“Doesn't seem like nothing. You should tell me if you got any hangups. I'm the one that loses shit if you don't heal.” Clovis huffed.

“Oh, okay. Can I level with you?” Jack asked. Clovis nodded his large head fairly easily in response to the reasonable request. Jack then told Clovis about the situation he was in, how he was mislead and his hangups about being a strong man, since that obviously goes against what was happening here.

“Ah, okay. I hear you. Listen, I understand not wanting your friends to know and we can make that work.” Clovis said reasonably. Jack relaxed. Clovis seemed like a very cool guy. He decided that things may work out better than he thought. Then the minotaur turned and stopped in front of him once they were outside city limits. Jack was incredibly small when compared to the monument to manliness that was the minotaur Clovis.

“Look, 'Jack', I don't mean to be mean but you're perfect for this role, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“H-huh?”

“I know you do law, jack.” Clovis leaned down as he spoke, bringing his face close to Jack's. His large bull-like head breathed humid air over him without even intending to. His breaths were just that heavy naturally.

“Wait, they shared my info?”

“You know they share your info. It's in the contract you signed, Missy.” Clovis stated.
“Are you stupid?”

“No! I'm not!” Jack argued.

“Okay... Then you know everything that you agreed to beforehand, right?” Clovis stared at him insistently.
“Did you maybe block some things out or forget some things? Or did you read it all?”

Jack lowered his head. “I... Maybe skimmed.”

“Why did you get fired from your internship?” Jack blushed deeply as Clovis asked that.

He stuttered. “I-I-I wrote that I quit.”

“And I'm asking why you were fired.”

Jack gulped. “I lacked discipline. I didn't complete my duties. The work was hard in general.”

Clovis sighed deeply. “This isn't just a normal Order.” That time Jack could tell Clovis was smiling.
“Right?” He joked.

Jack chuckled weakly and rubbed his arm, still recoiling from the confrontation. “Yeah...”

“Listen.” Clovis said in a low, soothing growl directly into Jack's ear. “I can guide you. I can help you get your life back on track both in game and out. I was selected very specifically to be your partner because of the information you gave us. I know I can give you a better, more fulfilling life than what you have.” Jack's jaw dropped. Clovis was speaking so intensely and purposefully that it did not feel like simple roleplay. He nervously bit his lip and chose to let the man continue. Clovis smiled and rested a large hand on Jack's head.
“Good. Now LISTEN.” Jack jumped when Clovis said the word listen with such forcefulness. It demanded his attention. His heart beat quickly. His back straightened as though he was brought to attention under the command of one far superior to himself.
“In life and in the game not everyone can be a player. Some have to be NPC's. What are you?”

Jack picked up on something. “Did you say... In life?”

“Relax. Don't get too far ahead of yourself. Just say it.”

Jack furrowed his brow. “N-no! I'm not an NPC!” He argued. Clovis blinked.

“Maybe you got a bit more fire than I thought... We can circle back.” Clovis shrugged.




The life of a Healslut was not easy. Jack actually had to expend a lot of energy and attention to heal Clovis. A lot of it was positioning and movement. He had to stand still and focus to cast, so being in the wrong place could mean getting interrupted. Clovis did a good job protecting him, but it was up to Jack to place himself in the best position to heal. Jack was uncertain about the whole situation at first, but ultimately partying with Clovis was extremely lucrative in terms of both XP and items. He had essentially been power-leveled from his reduced level to level 5, while his bracketed level remained at 14. He realized that with such a good pace he may be able to pass it, even.

“So, what's my cut of the loot after all that?” Jack asked as they were settling down for the day.

Clovis chuckled. “Tell me what you want and if it's reasonable I'll buy it for you in town. I don't usually do that, but you've been a very good little healslut, Missy.”

Jack frowned. “W-wait... You're keeping my cut and deciding what I can and can't spend it on?”

“No.” Clovis said bluntly. As Jack stared at him he continued with a wide, bovine smile.
“You don't get a cut and I'm only required to keep you equipped and housed. But, I am nice and will buy you presents if you're good.”

“But-” jack was not able to finish what he was saying before Clovis shot him a look that silenced him immediately.

“I'd say you can leave any time if you're not satisfied, but that would be a lie. You signed some powerful documents blindly to get into this order and agreed to all this little shit you're arguing over. As a lawyer you should know your argumentation is wasted when there's no question.” Jack grumbled silently as Clovis lectured him. He sounded like a professor, even though he was a burly minotaur.
“Speaking of things you agreed to, I need you to transfer me all the experience you gathered.”

“W-what!?” Even if he did blindly agree to that somehow he did not want to take it sitting down.
“Why?”

“Usually two people will split experience when together. That was the case here.”

“It's split because I did half the work keeping you alive.”

“I know, sweetie.” Clovis said in a deceptively sympathetic tone.
“The first time is always really hard, but you don't get nothing out of it. Actually, you get a lot more.”

“Really?” Jack stared at him in disbelief.

“The reason why these duos, trios and such are so effective is because of the Divine Patronage. When you transfer experience through a certain ritual a powerful NPC in the game that patronizes our order will offer you as much, if not a little more in the bracketed level experience.”

“So... It's like a tax deductible donation?”

Clovis laughed. “I knew you weren't completely lost. Yeah. You give and someone with interest in this little partnership will give to you.”

“That sounds pretty reasonable, I guess...” Jack admitted. Even if the bracketed levels were not ideal in the sense that they placed points and chose advancement automatically, they were still just slightly better numerically than normal levels in terms of gains, he noticed after doing the math the night after.

“How do we do this?” As Jack asked that Clovis pulled him down to his knees in front of him. Jack flinched and looked away as Clovis abruptly pulled his cock free and wagged it at him.
“W-what are you doing!?”

“We need to set your idol. All of this holy stuff is done through idols and worship. For this partnership, the Idol is going to need to be something of mine that is the most important to me.”

“For me?”

Clovis nodded. “Something of mine that is the most important to you.”

“That's not fair! How am I supposed to be able to do that?” Jack complained.

“Probably easier than you think, considering what you confided to me about what you've always wanted.” Jack sat weakly on his knees in front of where Clovis was sat with his legs folded. He felt the bull's gaze on him, but refused to turn his head and look at the man's cock.
“You said you always wanted be a big strong man with a  big dick. It was all you could think about?” He held in a chuckle as he retold what was told to him. Jack nodded, his cheeks flushing.
“This is a rhetorical question, because I kind of already know the answer: Are you?”

Jack frowned. He was not. Jack and Nyle were quite close and similar in many ways growing up, except in regards to attitude. Nyle was always very sure of himself while Jack felt deeply self-conscious about his appearance. He did not like how slight his frame was and did not like how small his member was. He did not look the way men should look and it bothered him. It was a very common problem for the modern male, ever since chemicals had leaked into the drinking water in poorer areas. From a young age he would go to the Gym to try and make himself bigger but despite building some muscle he could never build size. So he was always envious of the men who were big. At least, he always told himself it was envy. Jack shook his head uncomfortably.

“Alright, alright. Relax.” Clovis urged, seeing the distress in him.

“Listen. Three things, Missy.” As he said listen Jack unintentionally turned his head to regard Clovis direction. He looked up into the bull's eyes.

“One. It's a game, it's not real. Two. You know you have to do this, or you're stuck. Lastly... It is what you want-” Clovis paused and thought for a  moment to cater his message.
“To have.”

That got to Jack. He glanced down and took in the sight of the Minotaur member 'jealously.' He bit the inside of his lip as his eyes trailed down the length to the massive balls. The massive cock was exactly what Jack wanted... To have. He stared at it for a full minute admiringly before Clovis finally just jostled so that the healslut would fall into his lap. When Jack looked up he was inches from the towering, twitching member. Jack inhaled without thinking and immediately smelled Clivis like he had not smelled him before. He inhaled thick, flavorful musk that washed him of all thought for a brief moment. In that moment, though, Jack's tongue fell out over his bottom lip and his whole body shook. His little caged member then inadvertently twitched and spurted as he came on the soil between his legs. Jack slowly regained his senses. He was panting.
“W-what happened?”

“You imprinted. Shockingly easily.” Clovis commented. Jack could not tell if he was being genuine.  

“So... It's the idol, now?”

“No no. That wasn't anything to do with that. It's a minotaur thing. You know how animals mark? I marked you with my scent. Your mind, your body, everything about you was just marked to tell other minotaurs and monsters and players that you're mine.

“Marked? What does that-” Jack shuddered as he leaned in unconsciously to sniff around Clovis's balls. The smell was like standing at four corners between all of the best street food he had ever experienced in his entire life. It triggered his mouth to water and his little member to start twitching like mad.

“F-fuck...” Jack panted.

“Sorry Missy, I can't control it. I know you're in heat now because of me. Let's try to make this quick. Try your hardest to worship my cock.”

Jack did not have to to try. He let go in the moment of heat and pressed his lips firmly to the shaft of Clovis's cock. As the taste of sweat mixed with jack's saliva and seeped down his throat Clovis rubbed the back of his head gently.
“I didn't tell you to do that... Though, I Guess I didn't warn you not to.”

Jack's member twitched and came again, creating a small pool as it leaked down his thighs. Jack felt an odd feeling within his chest traveling from his stomach up his throat. He tried to hold it in but Clovis Corrected him.

“Just let it out... It'll be easier.”

Jack surrendered to the feeling, like a physical and verbal tick. He let his mouth fall open and issue forth a low.
“M-moo...” After he let that slip he felt fine. Relatively. He was sweating and panting, but he still had something to do. He kissed up and down Clovis's cock. It was the cock that he definitely wanted... To have. So he made it the thing of Clovis's that he wanted most. On his character sheet after he intentionally thought that, Clovis's cock appeared as his item of worship. He placed both hands on it and instinctively leaned down to kiss his balls. They moved and pulsed as Jack surrendered all of his experience to the minotaur, allowing himself to be taken back down to level one in exchange for 4 Bracketed Levels.