Getting Some Jack Ass
I think this might be the first m/m story I ever wrote that doesn't feature a teen, twink or femboy. Just a bunch of hard, rugged equines goin' at it...
"Hey there, you the new hire?" a donkey called out to the looming draft stallion, shouting to be heard over the sounds of chainsaws.
"Yeah, name's Aaron." The Clydesdale said, holding out one massive hand while the jack took off a resin-stained work glove to shake it.
"Pleased to meet ya. I'm Jarred and I'm the foreman around here. Those two are Marshal and Kirby..." the he said, pointing out the other two donkeys busily stripping the branches off a fallen log. "Over there's our trailer. It's kinda cramped, but the weather's great so apart from sleeping we don't really spend any time in it. Drop your things off, get changed and I'll show you what the job is."
Aaron thanked him, although he didn't really need much explaining. He'd been doing jobs like this most of his life, and he was usually the guy doing the heavy lifting. The jacks were all muscular and wide-shouldered types, but the drafter was a more than a head taller than any of them and so powerfully built he could make a bulldozer feel insecure.
"Okay, so here's the deal..." Jarred began once the drafter came out wearing his work clothes and a heavy pair of gloves. "This place is a national park, so this isn't exactly logging. The rangers have marked out trees that are dead or dying, and we just follow the map and cut them down. They don't want to risk any of them falling on hikers, or just drying out and becoming fuel for forest fires. Naturally they don't want a lot of heavy equipment messing up the place so they need some more eco-friendly horse power. Food is delivered every morning, and it's not half bad..."
"So I'm guessing there's no camp mule?" Aaron asked, his face souring up a little as he sensed what the donkey's answer would be.
"Nah, they cheaped out on that, so it's down to the usual arrangement. Speaking of which, we could give you a break on your first day..."
"No need. I know the drill, and I've got no problem doing my part."
"Well, that's good to hear. Tell you what, you just take it easy today, don't work yourself to death first day on the job, huh?"
Aaron nodded in agreement, but he knew the real reason behind the courtesy. Male equines had certain needs, especially after a day of hard work. Something builds up in the body, and there's only one way to release it. Considerate employers will hire a female mule who'd have a legitimate job on the site, like cooking, cleaning or a desk job of some sort, but whose real work began when the stallions were done. Even then they often didn't have to do much, usually just lie down or bend over.
It was almost always a mule since contraception didn't seem to work on equines. There were no pills, and a condom hasn't been made yet that could reliably withstand the kind of punishment a rutting stud could give it. That's why it had to be mules - the girls were sterile and couldn't get knocked up no matter how many stallions left their loads in them.
And if the employer's too cheap to provide one, there was always the arrangement - the newest stallion lifts his tail. So Aaron would have to tough it out, hoping that there would be a new opening and that it would get filled fast, otherwise his opening was going to get filled nightly by three horny donkeys.
*******
The trailer setup was like every other the Clydesdale had ever been in - four bunk beds, a tiny kitchen area just big enough to make coffee and heat meals and a folding table with chairs. Those had been put aside to make room for him, and he was even now on all fours, as naked as the three donkeys slowly stroking their shafts in anticipation of what's to come. The trailer smelled of stallions who'd been working hard all day, with the almost sweet smell of equine arousal mingling into the air, and over it all the pleasant smell of resin and sawdust.
"Let me tape you up before we get started..." Jarred said as he got behind the draft stallion.
"Thanks." Aaron replied, knowing what was coming would be bad enough without having to wash a pint of half-dried spunk out of his tail.
The jack behind him lifted the long-haired appendage as he bunched it up and started winding the vet-tape until the whole thing looked like a club above the massive stallion's dark pucker. The horse guessed the donkey behind him would be going first, a suspicion confirmed when he heard a tube being popped open.
Aaron's long ears swiveled at the loud slurp as the jack behind him squeezed out a lot of the clear goo before pressing two messy fingers against his pucker, making the larger equine tense up from the sensation of cold slime against his ring. He let out a long breath as he forced himself to relax, giving the donkey a quick nod to go ahead. No sense in prolonging this, anyway.
The jack seemed to share his sentiment, sliding the fingers all the way in before beginning to pump them in and out, making sure to both loosen up and lube the drafter kneeling in front of him. It didn't take him long to slip a third finger past the now glistening pucker, and by the time he'd noticed he was sliding four digits in and out of the drafter's ass without him wincing, he guessed the other male was as ready as he would be.
Aaron heard the tube being squeezed again, followed by the familiar sound of an equine length being slathered in the slippery goo. One lube-stained hand came to rest on his left cheek, the jack's thumb digging into his crack as he spread him open. The Clydesdale felt the sensation of cool air against his pucker for only a moment before something quite warm was pressed against the slightly gaping opening.
Folding his ears against his head he pushed out a little with his internal muscles, knowing it would make the flare easier to take. Jarred knew what the sight of an equine pucker blossoming out meant and took the opportunity, shoving the bell-like tip of his cock in with one buck of his hips. Both males groaned out, albeit for different reasons, as the stallion's pucker pulsed around the length spearing it.
"You OK?" the male invading Aaron's ass asked.
"Yeah..."
"All right, I'll try and be quick..." he said as he began to feed more of his length under the drafter's bound tail. Aaron certainly appreciated that, since he'd have two other donkeys to take after this one was done before he could wash up and hit the sack.
The male penetrating him gave another grunt when his crotch pressed against the Clydesdale's powerful rump, grinding himself against the other male for a few brief seconds before he began to slide out. The stallion felt hoof-nailed hands grabbing his hips, hard and narrow as they were, the jack mounting him getting a firm grip as the familiar sensation of being bred began. He winced at the slurping coming from behind him as he felt the sensation of an equine cock throbbing as it moved out of him, the speared stallion certain he could feel every vein and bump of the other equine's member as it slid against his greased pucker.
Despite the difference in size, it was still uncomfortable for the draft horse to take another male back there, to say nothing about the humiliation. Then again, he'd fucked his share of males during his career and never shied away when it was his turn to bend over. He'd seen the treatment guys got if they filed to live up to their part of the bargain, and knew that having your ass used as a pussy was better than being one.
The donkey thrusting into him remained silent, working quickly and efficiently to get himself off. The jet-black length sawing in and out of him was leaking like a broken faucet, making that tight behind even messier, but thankfully also making the passage of donkey-meat smoother. The shaft was gliding slickly in and out of the drafter's ass, the only bump in the road being the other male's medial ring which would catch on Aaron's pucker every time it went in or out.
He could feel his own shaft begin to snake out of his sheath, the heavy mottled length dropping to the floor on reflex as the jack's ring bumped against something inside him on every stroke. It was a fairly common sight for the mounted stallion to drop, and usually the semi-rigid length under the receiving equine wouldn't even be remarked on. Usually...
"Looks like the mare's enjoying her breeding!"
The off-hand remark broke the silence and three pairs of eyes were drawn to the speaker, the jack Aaron remembered as Kirby. While both of the males waiting their turns were stroking themselves as the smell of sex filled the cramped trailer, there was a sneer in the donkey's voice as he took in the sight of the draft stallion on his knees, taking a vigorous pounding from the donkey behind him. The disapproving stares seemed to shut the jack up, but Aaron could still feel the weird look the donkey was giving him. Still, didn't let it show, knowing it would take more than a braying ass to ruffle his feathering.
Jarred had picked up the pace, and the Clydesdale was doing his best to relax as the jack began to really rut him. The trailer was soon filled with the smacks of hard equine flesh and the drafter could feel the other male's sack slap against his whenever the donkey hilted himself. He grunted through clenched teeth and tried to block out the noises the stud was making as he lost himself in the sensation of imminent climax.
He knew what was coming, but he still grimaced when he felt the other male's flare inflate inside him, the stretching sensation more an issue of injured pride than actual pain. He tried to think of something, anything to take him mind off what he knew was coming any second now. The donkey on top of him muffled a bray as he drove himself in one last time, smacking into the Clydesdale's behind just before his tail flagged and his heavy sack bunched up.
Aaron lowered his head, hiding his face as he felt the first swelling of the member buried up his ass a split second before the flared tip erupted, pushing the first load of donkey cum deep into him as the male behind him emptied his balls under his tail. He could feel the first few pulses, but after that it was just an unpleasant bloating sensation as his body was forced to accept a flood of warm donkey spunk.
Fortunately the jack pumping his ass didn't spend any more time inside him then he had to, sliding his shaft out while it was still hard. Aaron felt a relief with every inch of thick donkey flesh that left his abused pucker, grunting as the massive flared finally popped out, carrying with it much of the jack's load. The goo felt sickeningly warm as it drooled out of his well-fucked pucker, dripping down his massive sack and on to a crusty old towel lying between his legs.
"All right, I'm next in that pussy. Don't want the mare getting too loose..." Kirby said, and the remaining three males once again turned to look at him with sour faces, and once again the brash donkey didn't give a fuck.
Aaron snorted out but remained on the floor with his ass in the air, because he'd be damned if some loudmouth was going to get him to back out of his part of the deal. He grit his teeth as the donkey got into position behind him, yanking up his club-like tail as he brought the tip of his cock to the mess under it.
"Come on mare, wink for your stud!" the donkey said and a second later Aaron felt a heavy hand land on his ass with a loud and painful smack.
"Kirby, stop acting like the proverbial jackass and get your turn over with!" Jarred reprimanded the braying equine, seeming to feel embarrassed for sharing the same species as the other male.
"All right, suppose it's not nice to keep a lady waiting..." he gloated, and Aaron was about to tell him to fuck off when he felt the flared tip of the donkey's cock push under his tail, the previous jack's load allowing this one to stuff his entire cock in with one savage shove. The force of the thrust made the draft stallion grunt, his ears folding against his head at the messy sound of the previous male's seed being pushed out of him as his rear-end was stuffed.
"Mmh, big and tight! I'm going to enjoy breeding this ass!" Kirby gloated, grinding himself against the recovering Clydesdale.
"Fuck you!" Aaron grunted as the donkey stretching his pucker began to seriously get on his nerves.
There was an unspoken etiquette to this thing. Most males did it without saying a word, like Jarred had. Some would let a few inappropriate words slip but usually only when they'd gotten carried away. Most of those guys tended to pretend that they were balls deep inside a female's ass, and so they would mumble 'mare', 'slut', or 'bitch' every now and then. He'd never heard of someone actually being this disrespectful to whoever got stuck bending over for the other males, especially someone strong enough to beat him to within an inch of his life.
If the jack behind him gave a rat's ass about the way he was behaving he didn't show it, sliding almost all the way out of the Clydesdale's dripping pucker only to ram himself back in with enough force to push the massive equine forward a bit. The stallion grit his teeth as he braced himself against the donkey's thrusts, determined not to give the asshole the satisfaction of hearing him cry out.
The smaller equine was doing his best to do just that, gripping the drafter's rock-hard cheeks firmly as he smacked his hips into the stallion's ass, the trailer filling with the violent sound of flesh hitting flesh. He'd pumped most of Jared's load out by now and Aaron could feel the warm seed trickling down his heavy sack and along his shaft.
He'd managed to relax, consoling himself that the rutting donkey couldn't keep this pace up for long. It sickened him to know that he'd be taking the annoying jack's load inside him, but at least that would be it for tonight. He was huffing away with every thrust of the equine length under his tail when a similar ebony appendage bobbed into view in front of him.
"It's your call, but it'll be over quicker if you..." the one called Marshal spoke to Aaron, and the Clydesdale just nodded before opening his mouth. He definitely didn't want this to last longer than it had to, and if it meant sucking off one donkey while the other takes his turn under his tail, so be it.
The jack muffled a groan as he felt his flared tip slide onto a warm wet mouth, pushing himself further bit by bit until half his cock was buried in the Clydesdale's long muzzle. The drafter grimaced around the thick equine length, but he supposed he should be grateful that the taste of a cock on his tongue was distracting him from the pummeling his rear was getting.
At least the jack having his turn with the stallion's ass was quiet for now since he was rutting the Clydesdale's rear with such force that he was grunting and panting. Aaron wondered what the guy's problem was since this went beyond just getting your rocks off. The donkey was slamming into his rear with as much force as he could muster, one hand mauling one of Aaron's cheeks as the other kept a painfully tight grip on the stallion's bound tail.
The jack in front of him was more considerate, keeping his hands at his sides as he slowly slid his heavy cock in and out of the other equine's muzzle. Closing his eyes tight the drafter began to gently suckle the donkey's shaft as it slid up and down his tongue, leaking so much pre that the stallion had no choice but to swallow, or let the mess dribble down his chin. You never wanted to look eager when you had another male's cock in your muzzle, but the Clydesdale knew from experience sucking the length would get it over with faster.
He swore he could feel his cheeks turning red from the smack of the donkey's body against them, his puckered anus feeling almost numb from having the twitching rod saw in and out of it at that brutal pace. He was sure that the jack was doing his best to delay his own orgasm, just so that he could fuck the stallion's ass raw, pumping out the previous male's spunk with every savage thrust. When he saw the other donkey's sack pull up and felt his flare swell a little within his muzzle, Aaron knew that at least he was almost there.
"You mind swallowing? Makes less of a mess that way..." the donkey in front of him asked and Aaron nodded as best he could with the other equine's cock in his mouth.
He slid his lips along the ebony length until the mushrooming tip was just past his tongue. That way he at least wouldn't have to taste the jack's seed when he came in his mouth. He heard the other male grunting, saw the hard muscles covering his abs twitch and flex, every vein on his length seeming to stand out as the mammoth organ swelled with the first pulse of equine jizz.
Aaron did his best to open his throat and breathe as the donkey's flare swelled up, closing his eyes as the tip erupted and he was forced to swallow the jack's slimy load. He tried not to choke or gag as the other male couldn't help but give a few bucks into his muzzle as he emptied his heavy sack down the Clydesdale's gullet.
As the gushes turned down into a dribble Marshal held himself inside the draft horse's mouth. The stallion didn't begrudge him that, knowing the other male was waiting for his flare to go down a little before he pulled out because blunt or no, that was the last place you wanted to feel teeth! Eventually the rod in his muzzle softened, the length slithering its slimy way against his tongue and leaving a bitter trail of donkey spunk before popping out of his mouth.
The sight of him panting with his mouth wide open must have spurred on the jack behind him, the rutting male giving one particularly sharp thrust that managed to get a pained cry out of the Clydesdale before he clenched his mouth shut again. The donkey smacked his ass a few more times, clearly hoping for another embarrassing sound, but all the stallion let out were snorts as the donkey pummeled his messy ass.
"All right mare, time to give you your -ungh!- mule!" the grunting jack said, redoubling his pace and pulling just far enough out of the stallion's cum-smeared pucker that his medial ring was slipping in and out of the abused orifice.
The Clydesdale winced in pain, his hole burning as the thickest part of the jack's cock was brutally shoved in and out of it over and over, the donkey jackhammering away at the other male's ass. The fingers of one hand dug painfully into one of the stallion's cheek as the other yanked on his tail, trying to pull the larger equine's ass back to meet every meaty thrust.
Even the sensation of the jack's flare growing deep inside him did little to relieve the drafter, the stallion wincing when he realized the annoying donkey would breed him any second now. At least the prick was grunting and panting too hard to make any more remarks, jabbing away at lightning speed before driving every last inch of his cock into the larger male.
Aaron could feel the shaft throb and swell, the donkey grinding himself against his ass as the first pulse of equine cum traveled along the veiny length. The Clydesdale folded his ears against his head as he felt the first thick ropes shoot inside him as his aching pucker tensed around the twitching cock buried up his ass as deep as it would go. After a few more pulses he could feel some of the donkey's load squirting from his over-stuffed pucker, apparently the cue for the jack to pull out.
He groaned out in relief at the still hard, still spurting shaft being pulled out of his aching rear, only to realize why the jack had suddenly eased up on him when he felt hot, wet ropes of donkey cum streaking all over the nut-brown fur covering his rear. He kept his head down as the other equine painted his rump, grunting in obvious satisfaction with every jet that landed on the stallion's well-fucked ass.
After he was done Aaron finally got up, clenching his ass and trying to keep as much of the mess inside him until he got to the shower. He shot Kirby a glare but the jack seemed unfazed, wiping himself off as he smirked at the stallion towering over him. The other donkeys pulled their boxers on and slipped under their covers while the drafter went to clean himself up. As he was draining the spunk from his abused rear, he decided he wasn't going to take another night of that dip-shit's behavior...
*******
Kirby gave his shaft a few shakes before leaving the porta-potty and heading back to the trailer. He'd barely taken two steps when something flew in front of his face, prompting the donkey to open his muzzle in surprise. That proved to be a mistake as the shirt was tugged back, his mouth stuffed with thick flannel as someone behind him tied it off, effectively gagging the donkey.
He was about to turn and swing at whoever had jumped him, but a heavy set of arms landed on his shoulders at the same time something kicked gently at the back of one knee. Before he knew what was going on the bleary-eyed jack was on all fours, his ears perking up at the sound of a belt being unbuckled.
"You know, I've been doing these sort of jobs since my teens..." a voice spoke up behind him and the donkey tried to struggle as he recognized the Clydesdale. "And I've worked plenty of sites too cheap to provide a mule. Been on both sides of the arrangement, seen plenty of that sort of action, but I've never even heard of someone acting the way you did earlier." He finished and the donkey could feel his wrists being yanked behind his back before a belt loop was tightened around them.
"Now, everyone likes to imagine they're sinking into a nice tight mare rather than some hard-hat, so that's easy to understand. But nobody's stupid enough to actually treat whoever they're fucking like the slut they're fantasizing about..." Aaron continued to talk in a low, steady voice as he pulled the jack's boxers down. Kirby tried to get up when he felt his ass bared to the cool night air and more importantly to the irate stallion behind him, but the Clydesdale easily pushed him down and kept his face against the ground with one hand pressing on his back.
"But I've seen a few guys doing their thing and not minding that there was a cock swinging just below theirs. As if they like the idea of rutting another male and seeing their load ooze out over a heavy equine sack. Well, to each his own and all that, but it did get me thinking - what if there was someone who actually liked being on the other end?" he said, fishing out his own length as the mammoth organ began to drop and swell.
"Now if someone's eager to bend over for a bunch of randy stallions, he might get miffed when someone else shows up and takes his place. But what's he gonna do - admit to everyone that he likes taking a handful of horse-cocks night after night? Nah, he'd probably just keep his muzzle shut and take it out on the guy lifting his tail..." he said, and the way the donkey suddenly tensed up told him he'd hit the nail on the head.
"Bet it wasn't an easy thing to hide. Your cock would swell up more than usual, but that was all reflex. The hard part would be making sure not to cum while having a male ride you like a pony..." he said, spitting on two of his fingers before pushing them against the jack's pucker. The silky opening almost winked on reflex before the donkey clenched up. Not that Aaron gave a damn, pushing until he felt the male open up and a warm tightness envelop his digits. "You'd have to make sure not to moan when a shaft was pushed into your muzzle, and you could keep the whole charade up as long as your own cock didn't shoot from being used like a female. After all, you only had to last long enough to make it to the shower. Well, there's nobody out here but us, so what I'm gonna do is just fuck some of that bitchiness right out of you..."
As he finished his sentence, Aaron brought the tip of his massive member to the donkey's barely fingered opening. The jack managed to crane his neck back just enough to see the mottled cannon bobbing between the Clydesdale's legs before it was aimed at his ass, and the drafter saw fear, anger and lust in the other male's eyes.
He gripped Kirby's ropey tail, being none too gentle as he remembered the way the jack had treated him. He pressed his flare against the other male's rosebud, watching the ring of flesh dimple a little as the donkey refused to let him inside. He let out a groan of satisfaction, enjoying the sensation of his tip rubbing and leaking against the trapped male, knowing there was no way the irritating equine was getting out of this without a load in that tight ass. After a few minutes the jack's pucker was a glistening mess, the ring now slippery enough to open a little bit more every time the Clydesdale pushed against it.
"This is going into your ass tonight - every last inch. It's up to you how much it's going to hurt..." the drafter said, and a few seconds later he saw what he was waiting for.
For all his teasing, the donkey winked readily enough, and the moment he saw that dark pucker bloom against his flare he drove the blunt tip in with one thrust. The impaled male screamed into the fabric gagging him and the Clydesdale couldn't help but smile as that thick ring of flesh almost disappeared as it was forced to stretch around his girth.
"First time taking a draft stallion?" he asked, delighting in the sensation of that tight ass pulsing around his cock. "Donkeys and horses are one thing, but nothing short of an elephant will prepare you for taking a Clydesdale's cock." He finished, pushing another few inches into the overwhelmed donkey to prove his point.
The jack's ass was still dry, so Aaron let him milk him a little, feeling himself leaking into that warm, tight tunnel. And for every spurt of precum his cock shot into that over-stuffed ass, the stallion made sure to add another inch of thick equine flesh. And the more he shoved into the impaled jack, the less the other male seemed to struggle.
His progress was slow but the view of the donkey's twitching pucker swallowing his length was mesmerizing, to the point Aaron was almost surprised to see his medial ring press against that straining orifice. The trapped jack let out a strange sound as the ring slipped into him, his hindquarters tensing a little before relaxing as the speared equine realized what was coming. The drafter held his hip firmly as he kept the other male's front pressed against the ground, making sure the donkey couldn't wriggle out as he prepared to sheathe the thickest portion of his cock into that tight ass.
A muffled squeal came from the bound jack, the male's ears perking up in surprise and disbelief that the monster invading his rear could actually be thicker. There was a light fixture above the door of the trailer meant to illuminate the way to the restrooms during the night, and right now it was casting just enough light for Aaron to get a great view of the jack's tail-hole stretching even further as the base of his too-large cock was forced in, inch by painful inch.
He raised his head and groaned in delight once his hips met the jack's firm cheeks, grinding himself against the smaller male and making his mammoth member shift around inside the warm confines of the donkey's ass. He could feel his heavy sack brushing against the jack's slightly smaller pouch, and just the thought of the load he was going pump up this jerk's tail-hole was almost enough to make him cum.
Looking down at his captive he could see the donkey's nostrils were flaring wide, the smaller equine panting as he took the offered pause to adjust to the monster hilted inside him. Yet despite the pain and humiliation, Aaron couldn't help but note the jack's ears were still perked up. Well, the little shit-heel wasn't supposed to be enjoying himself, so the drafter decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. The donkey didn't see the larger male raise his hand into the air, but he definitely knew when it came smacking down against one of his ass-cheeks, hoof-nailed fingers digging into the muscular rump as the impaled equine screamed into his gag.
"Now there's a needy little slut, already trying to milk me dry..." Aaron gloated as the donkey's tail-hole tightened on reflex from the painful slap. "I think we can take the bit out of your mouth. I've a feeling you'll be begging for my load soon and I wanna hear you loud and clear..."
"F-fuck you..." the donkey panted after spitting out the drool-soaked flannel. The stallion mounting him didn't seem fazed by the remark, responding with another slap on the jack's already sore cheek. Without the male's shirt stuffed into his muzzle, the smaller male cried out briefly before clenching his teeth and cutting off the embarrassing squeal.
"Mmh, talking dirty to get me riled up, huh? Well, you might want to reconsider that. You could probably take me if I breed you nice and slow. In fact..." the stallion added, craning his neck to look at the donkey's cock, already fully dropped and beginning to stiffen with every beat of the jack's heart. "...you might even enjoy it. But if I really rut this tight little ass, you'll be walking bow-legged for days." He finished, flexing his cock for emphasis and grinning at the sight of the jack's ears twitching as the shaft buried up his tail-hole swelled for a few seconds. "Now, what's it gonna be?"
"S -ah!- slow..." the jack mumbled, keeping his eyes on the ground.
"Say it properly. You don't want a misunderstanding, do ya?"
"B-breed me nice and slow..." the donkey managed to get out, his ears finally folding in shame.
Easier than I thought... Aaron said to himself as he began to pull out. The jack let out a long, low groan as his straining pucker clung to the stallion's shiny length, and the Clydesdale didn't doubt he was stretching the smaller male enough so that he could feel every bulging vein along the mottled member. He kept withdrawing the monstrous shaft until only the head and a few inches of horse flesh were still buried under the donkey's tail, before reversing direction.
As he promised, he kept the penetration slow, but merciless, stuffing himself back in despite the little pained sounds the jack was failing to suppress. Since it didn't look like his new jenny was going anywhere, the stallion stopped pushing the donkey's front against the ground and instead grabbed the base of the male's ropey tail. He gave a snort of both satisfaction and dominance as he used his new grip to pull the jack's ass back and over the thick base of his throbbing cock.
Since the mounted male seemed to be taking him so well, Aaron began to fuck him, slowly sawing his mottled girth in and out of the donkey's impaled rump, the sheer size of his rod making the jack's firm ass seem small by comparison. Apart from an occasional clench, the stuffed male seemed to have relaxed his tail-hole, and combined with the pre the drafter's cock was leaking in the equine's rump, the passage of the Clydesdale's length was now much smoother.
"I was right, wasn't I? Look how happy and quiet you are now that you got what you needed?" Aaron gloated, driving both the point and his shaft home.
"Ungh! Go f-fuck yourself, dipshit!" the jack growled, his pride apparently more injured than his cock-stuffed behind.
More amused than insulted, the Clydesdale behind him stopped in mid-thrust, with half his cock buried snuggly under the donkey's tail. He took both hands off the jack's tight rump and crossed them over his muscular chest, standing perfectly still as the confused male impaled on his cock craned his neck to look at him.
"W-what..."
"You know, I think you're right. I think I got my point across, and you've learned your lesson, so I'm letting you go. Here..." he said, unbuckling the belt that had been holding the jack's hands behind his back. "...just slide off and we can forget this ever happened." The Clydesdale continued, trying not to laugh at the stricken expression on the donkey's muzzle.
"B-but..."
"Although it is a nice night, so I figure I'll just stay out here a while. Let my fur breathe a little. So it's your choice - you can go back to bed, or you can take your own advice and..." Aaron paused, smirking down at the distraught equine as he flexed his cock for emphasis "...fuck yourself."
The jack's ears folded as he turned away from the smirking stallion. He managed to get his hands under him and raised his chest off the ground, but that seemed as far as it could go. Despite never having seen a male do something like it, Aaron wasn't surprised in the least when he saw the donkey push his ass back, groaning through clenched teeth as he slid back along the stallion's girthy rod. The Clydesdale didn't so much as buck his hips, kneeling there with his hands over his barrel chest as the smaller male literally began to fuck himself, pushing back until his cheeks were pressed against the drafter before moving forward and sliding half way off the mottled cock impaling his ass.
Need clearly overrode shame in the donkey's mind and after a minute or so the jack was having a hard time muffling the sounds coming from his muzzle. Judging from the noises he was making the smaller equine was enjoying riding a male's shaft at least as much as he did riding one's ass. He'd arched his back in order to take more of him, and Aaron could see the muscles along it tensing and relaxing as the donkey did his best to work himself to a climax.
The drafter was enjoying himself immensely, and he for one didn't bother hiding it. He groaned and snorted as the donkey polished his shaft, the noises seeming to spur the jack on as the smaller equine picked up the pace. There was no longer any doubt in the stallions mind that the donkey was loving this, something he'd never even imagined until he felt a pucker lovingly pulse around him as it slid along his length. This wasn't the behavior of a male gritting his teeth as others took their turns with his tail, but rather a genuine butt-slut finally showing his true colors.
"Mhh, there's a good jenny..." the stallion groaned out, noticing the jack's ears had swiveled towards him rather than folding in shame or anger. "But I just can't stand here and watch while you do all the work..." he said, once again putting one hand on the donkey's cheek and the other around his tail.
He could feel a tremor run along the smaller male's body as the jack stood still, waiting for his stallion to rut him. Aaron grinned as he dug his fingers into the jack's cheek as the other equine failed to muffle a groan at the possessive gesture. Getting a good strong grip, the drafter gave one buck, sheathing himself fully inside the donkey's pliant ass. As the thickest part of his cock stretched the already straining pucker the jack brayed, the stallion's hips meeting his rump with three distinct slaps. Aaron stood sheathed in the bent-over male's rump as he puzzled it out. One was the sound of his crotch hitting the donkey's ass, the other was his sack slapping against the other male's and the third...
The Clydesdale's hand drifted downwards from his jenny's cheek, moving under the other male until the stallion grinned as his hoof-nailed fingers brushed against the jack's painfully erect cock. The donkey failed to muffle a gasp as his member twitched at the touch, clenching his teeth to stop any further embarrassing noises. The drafter's smile widened as he closed his fist around the equine appendage, the donkey instinctively bucking into his grip even as his ass tightened around the monster buried inside it.
"You like that, don't you? Well to bad, because a good lil' jenny doesn't cum from having her cock played with, does she?"
"N-no..." the donkey said, his voice plaintive as the stallion's hand left his twitching shaft.
"That's right, a good jenny cums by winking her pussy around a male's cock as he fucks her slutty rump. Do you want to cum?"
"Yes!" the jack cried out, failing to hide his desperation. And there was something else in that tone as well. Aaron knew the other equine had never dared do this, maintaining the illusion that he didn't enjoy giving up his ass just like any other male in his situation, pretending to endure a rutting and then sneaking off to stroke himself off. He was still ashamed of himself but there was no mistaking the donkey's excitement at the thought of cumming from having another male breed his ass.
"Then you know what you need to say..." the Clydesdale coaxed, remembering the way this asshole had treated him earlier and making sure he got payback for every little remark. After all, this was supposed to be the little butt-slut's punishment...
"Please... fuck me!" the jack said, shivering a little as the stallion's hands firmly griped his muscular ass.
The donkey couldn't stop himself from letting out a braying cry as the drafter pulled out a third of his thick shaft before jamming the whole thing back in. The violent movement was enough to make the donkey's bobbing cock smack against his chest again, the smaller equine's tip flaring from even that stimulation. Aaron saw the jack bite his lip just in time as he set a faster pace, jackhammering in and out of that messy black pucker.
Although they weren't enough to wake the two males sleeping in the trailer, the Clydesdale could clearly hear the sounds escaping from the other male's nostrils, moans as eager and needy as those of a proper camp-mule. His supple ass was now squelching every time the medial ring slipped in and out of the slick orifice, the stallion's powerful hips a blur as he began to really breed his jenny. He could see the donkey's shoulders tensing as he did his best to keep his arms braced and stop himself from being knocked over, or worse yet - knocked off the stallion's shaft.
Usually when mounting a male Aaron would try and get himself off as quickly as he could, as a common courtesy. But after what the jack had put him through, the stallion was doing the opposite, doing his best to make the vigorous rutting last as long as possible. The donkey had asked him for a slow fuck but the moaning equine didn't seem to mind that his stallion had picked up the pace, fucking him with enough force to turn his cheeks red under the grey fur covering them.
At some point Aaron had noticed the jack's ass had gotten tighter and his muffled moans were increasing in pitch and intensity. He kept up his rutting as the donkey suddenly bowed his head, braying through clenched teeth as his tail flagged awkwardly above the cock stuffed under it. He felt the male's sack pulsing against his as the donkey came, spraying his load all over the ground without even having his cock touched.
The Clydesdale's intent was to keep rutting the jack until the smaller male collapsed, but the stallion had never actually felt someone cum from having their ass bred. With each pulse of donkey seed the jack shot below him his pucker clenched achingly tight around the mottled girth pistoning in and out of it, milking the drafter as surely as a mare winking around him would as she came.
"Ah fuck! Greedy little slut..." the massive male growled out before giving one last savage buck.
The thrust was enough to knock the donkey over, but his rear remained raised, gripped firmly by the stallion holding the other male against him. His tail rose and fell as the enormous sack under it pulled up, preparing to unleash a torrent of equine seed into the speared donkey. The Clydesdale heard the spent male groan as his already stuffed insides were forced to stretch even more, the massive stallion's flare sealing the jack off.
Aaron's fingers dug painfully into the donkey's muscular ass, pulling the rump back until every last inch of his was stuffed under the smaller male's tail, the thick base stretching him so wide the donkey's pucker wasn't even visible. He felt his cock swell as the first rush of stallion spunk traveled along the pulsing length, the impaled jack letting out strange panting sounds as he felt the first rush of another male's seed flood his bowels.
The Clydesdale snorted and grunted away as rope after rope of his sticky cum was flung into the male still milking his cock like a mare eager for a foal. And since his seed couldn't do any good inside the donkey's ass, the stallion decided to repay the jack's final insult. Forcing himself to go against instinct, he pulled his still hard, still spurting shaft out of the eager equine, smiling at the pained noise the donkey made when the still engorged flare left his pucker.
Ropes of stallion cum continued to spray from the slick length, the drafter remembering that he always seemed to have a big load stored up after having to lift his tail for others. The thick white streaks soaking into the jack's fur steamed in the night as the stallion behind him used half his load to mark him, spraying his gooey spunk all over the donkey's ass, back and thighs as he remembered the way the jack had painted him.
As the gushes slowed to a thick dribble, the stallion wiped his flare against what little of the jack's rear was left dry before taking his cock and giving the bent-over male's rump a slap with his meaty rod. He took a few seconds to admire the sight of the donkey doing his best to squeeze his gaping pucker shut, although he wasn't sure if he was trying to stop himself from getting even messier or desperate to keep the stallion's spunk inside him. Either way he was finished him, and the drafter quickly got up and began to pull his pants back on.
"Now the way I figure..." the stallion began and immediately grinned when the other male turned around to look at him. He wondered if the donkey realized he had a slimy white goatee, having apparently cum hard enough to hit himself with at least one rope right under his chin. "...those two should still be sound asleep, so you can get to the showers and clean all this mess off. Or you could sleep like this and let them see and smell it on you come morning. That would save you the trouble of explaining why it's going to be you lifting your tail for everyone tomorrow..."