The Taste of Freedom
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I slowly opened my eyes, waking up from a deep slumber. Barely conscious, I was greeted by a massive headache: I was starting to remember. The night at The Oasis. The deafening music. The twenty-ish shots of vodka drank with a charming tapir. His soft, gray fur. His cute little trunk against my lips. His mouth against my lips. The softness of his tongue. The hardness of the floor. The darkness. The silence. It was the third time this week that I came across this mysterious stranger during my nocturnal expeditions. I guess we both were regulars of this bar. It's funny how much I'm attracted to him; I even wrote an article about him in my blog. Hidden behind anonymity, I was openly sharing what passed through my mind with an equally anonymous mass of readers; this strange link I had with other people was fascinating. I thought it was a foretaste of freedom.
A particularly strong odour, equine or bovine, came to my nose and a sense of panic surged through my senses: I was in a foreign territory. I wanted to move away from this place, but my body refused to respond to my commands and a misty chaos was clouding my mind. Progressively, I could perceive scraps of the elements surrounding me. However, it felt like they were so far away...
A few, long minutes later, my mind was clearing up. I was lying down on my stomach, pretty comfortably, on what seemed to be silky, chamois leather; this soft contact against me was infusing my body with drowsiness. The subdued lights coming from a few resin lanterns I spotted didn't help to keep me awake. However, when I saw a horse silhouette in what seemed to be a loose-box, a sense of emergency arose in my guts and commanded me to get the hell out of here as fast as I could. The adrenaline now rushing through my veins had the same effects as a pair of glasses given to an almost-blind person: the blur around me faded away and everything appeared much clearer. Alas, reality always carries its load of surprises and its double-edge mercilessly struck me. I was compelled to acknowledge that I was in the middle of a stable, stared upon by all of its residents, lying down on an old pommel horse to which my lower back, ankles and wrists were tightly tied with thick leather straps.
- Mornin', my lil' okapi.
The familiar voice of the tapir both boiled and froze my blood, as if knowing the identity of one's executioner was soothing, as if removing the veil covering the unknown was itself a source of serenity. To my greatest surprise his face only showed kindness. Not an ounce of sadism. The situation could, however, be quite confusing: I was bonded and confined! Oddly enough, some of my most primitive urges were stirred, the kind of fantasy I couldn't and wouldn't admit, fearing that I would be cruelly judged.
- Think I read som'where that you'd been dreamin' about that. I'll take care of ye.
His honey voice, however, left a pinch of bitterness in my ears: he had discovered - luckily perhaps - my blog, and the more I remembered what I wrote in it, the more I had the feeling that it would be a very long day.
His stiff and naked body headed toward me. His erected cock displayed a forest of veins exploding to the rhythm of the blood that was nourishing them in a way that made it move up and down as if it was alive. When it came to my reach, I let out my long and thick tongue and swirled it around his hot rod like a flight of spiral stairs on a rock minaret. I began to masturbate it avidly. I was safe, after all. And he was right: I dreamed it. In just a few seconds, all his length was covered with a thick layer of saliva. That's about when the tapir took a step forward and completely stuffed it in my mouth, holding to my ears. While I was greedily sucking it, I pulled out my tongue so I could tease his balls, then his ass. He himself was surprised that I was capable of such a prowess and, between two exhalations of enjoyment, he tenderly caressed my cheek as a reward. My work between his thighs was pushing his buttons and his passionate attentions that I had been seeking all my life were quickly carrying me toward orgasm. They made me exist on this mystic night.
- Get ready, hon.
A gush of semen suddenly invaded my blissful mouth. I drank all I could. The sweet taste of existence. The unctuousness of sharing. It was my turn to express my satisfaction: I completely emptied myself and my cum, trapped under my torso and the chamois leather, splashed everywhere and began to flow down both sides of the pommel horse. As I continued to clean the steaming engine of my devoted tapir, he began to fuck my head, and, to my surprise, his erection was harder than before! The load of cum he evacuated was so massive that a quarter of it slipped off my lips and stuck to my fur. What my fur couldn't hold fell on the floor following long, syrupy strands. Having the equine residents staring at me was incredibly exciting. I had the feeling of sharing my powerlessness with them, and I gave to a few of them inviting winks by sheer sadism.
- I hope you'll like what's comin', cutie.
At this very moment, I felt a huge, sticky, and viscous thing clearing a path through my rump. The invader firmly grasped my buttocks to further explore this new territory between his hands.
- Read you had a thing for hippos, so I asked a friend to come. Don't worry, he's a good pal.
It was the beginning, for me, of a trance state. The male behind me didn't waste his time to savagely impale me after he made sure the field was properly prepared. As I was drifting on my cloud of happiness, the tapir closed his grip on my ears and penetrated my throat with his searing rod. My tongue lost its mind: not knowing what to do, it began to probe the tapir, to his greatest pleasure.
The pommel horse, under the assaults of the hippo, cringed, but my mind was elsewhere, flying between matter and void, freedom and selflessness. How glad I was that I one day wrote my fantasies down! May whoever is my lucky star be blessed! I could not resist much longer to this acme of bliss. I came a second time with the same intensity as the former one: the layer of straw on the floor paid the cost. Then, it was the hippo's turn and he filled me with his seed. I was unable to see the result, but given the flows I felt, I could imagine that our fluids would get acquainted of the same wisps of straw. And still this feeling to be alive. My beloved tapir finally rewarded me with his nectar, and this time, nothing was spoiled: nothing escaped my swigs.
The tapir pulled out of my welcoming receptacle and laid down on me, whispering all the words I wanted to hear, all the words that rocked my sweet dreams. His mass on mine tickled my imagination. I could see myself on a beach together with this fantastic person, admiring breathtaking sunsets till the end of our days. He freed me from my perversions. I could never be grateful enough. This timeless moment lasted a few minutes. A few hours maybe. The hippo was gone and left as discretely as he came. My prince charming stood up and headed toward the back of the stable, from where he first appeared to me.
- I hope you remember the two last fantasies you wrote, 'cause they're 'bout to come true.
I was unable to make the slightest effort to recall anything. He entered a code on a digital panel near the door and pressed on a button. A few dozens of clicks rang out in unison around me. And I finally understood: all the horses' boxes had been opened.
- I'll be back in three days. They'll take good care of you till then. See you later, my beautiful okapi!