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Master of the house

Chap 1

Russie was very lucky, he understood that better than most, certainly better than his brethren who worked in the plantations fields. Those slaves called him nasty names, because he worked up at the big manor house directly for the master's family. In point of fact he was part of the masters family, his mother had been a young and pretty draft mare maid. The old master... master Delrod had taken a liking to her, the first year she had come into season. His oldest brother was born the next year, looking very much like their draft horse mother. He'd been sent off to work the fields, with the other draft horses. And so it went brothers sent to work the fields... sisters given out as pleasure slaves to sleek high born equine overseers. That is until Russie had came out looking very much like his sire, slender, sleek and creamy coated like a high not stallion. Only his red mane and tail spoke to his slave heritage, and had lead to the name the master had given him. The old devil had let his mother keep him, he was raised in the servants quarters on the ground floor. His looks... it was the reason he'd been allowed to remain in the masters house, learning to do small things at first, chopping wood or running errands. The old masters butler was very old, and so Russie had been placed in training to take over his position.

The old master had three daughters, who were married off to other rich plantation owners, but he had only one son... at least with his wife. That son was middle aged by the time the old master had passed away, Russie had taken over the position of butler some time before. The new master... master Jerome was married as well by that time, he had sired two daughters one who had been married off already. The second was just reaching the age to be married off, and then there was the masters son Jarrett. Russie served them all always smiling and friendly, he'd learned as a colt that was the best way to be. Keep the master happy, keep your dislike for him well hidden, and try not to hate yourself for being a toady.

And so things went... until one night he'd been summoned to the master bedroom suite, it took up the whole of the third floor. Master Jerome didn't share that bed with his wife, she and his offspring had rooms on the second floor. Russie knocked politely before entering the room, he found master Jerome lounging on the sofa in the sitting room. The creamy white middle aged stallion was naked, as was his custom when in his private chambers. He was twenty years Russie's senior and it showed in certain equine ways, still he was a handsome enough stallion.

The master suite was in fact four interconnected rooms, which consisted of a comfortable sitting room. A private office where matters of the plantation were handle, beyond that was the master bed chamber and then a playroom. Master Jerome had entertained guests in that room, mostly one slave or another he'd taken an interest in. It was no secret the young master like to play rough, although unlike the old master he referred to play with males. But as time had gone by he'd gotten bored it seemed, because in recent years very few guests had been invited in there.

"Ahaha Russie, come in and have a seat." That made the younger stallion's red mane bristle, the master had never invited him to sit down before.

"As it pleases you... thank you so much master." The young house slave said brightly, moving over to sit down facing master Jerome. Sitting upright very stiff and proper on the edge of the chair, ready to stand back up immediately if this was the masters joke. But as Russie sat there he saw master Jerome looking him over carefully, the middle aged stallion appearing to like what he saw.

"How long have you served us Russie?" Jerome asked carefully, it was worded in a delicate way by the older stallion. Plainly he was not wanting to come right out and ask how long the younger stud had been his slave.

"All my life master... your sire bought my mother when she was just a filly... I was born into your service." He said it in a cheerful manner, as if he were happy to be the high born stallions slave. The bastard off spring of a slave and her owner, never given the chance to be anything but propriety.

"I see... and have you ever thought about what it would be like to not serve, but to be served?" Jerome asked starring hard at the young stallion, who was doing his best to look confused and puzzled. Russie was doing his best to appear as if such an idea had never crossed his mind, even though in his position as butler he had a lot of authority over the house hold staff.

"No master." Russie lied very convincingly, he was certainly not foolish enough to admiring to wanting to be a free equine... much less a master over other equines.

"Oh come on now be honest... you already have a certain level of power over the rest of the staff." Jerome pointed out, as the young stallion nodded his head at the truth in his owners words.

"Such a thing would be pointless master and I'm far too busy with my duties for such silly fantasy." ­­­Russie answered honestly, not that the slave hadn't felt the lure of power of course. But master Jerome liked to control things, he had set up hundreds of rules after the old master died. Russie had assembled a small book of them, just so he could keep track of all the things allowed and not allowed on the plantation.

"Power can be highly intoxicating and so... I have been told, can the loss of power." The more his master spoke, the more Russie felt like a trap was being laid for him. "I have explored having power over others until... well to be honest until I'm bored with it." Jerome sat back slowly finishing off his drink, as he looked the young stallion up and down appraisingly. "I want to explore what it's like to be... stripped of my power and learn to serve another." Russie felt his stomach twist, if this was a trap it was a damn good one. But that didn't mean that he was going to walk right into it, Russie blinked his eyes slowly nodding his head.

"Would master like me to summons one of his friends from the surrounding plantations?" The young butler asked blandly, carefully keeping his muzzle utterly neutral.

"Gods No!" Jerome exclaimed vehemently, as he finished up his drink and then sat the glass down. "If one of my friends found out about this... they would take it as a sign of weakness." The older stallion explained, pouring more whisky into his glass as he looked his slave over. "Here is what I want from you..." The sleek older stallion grunted picking up his glass and downing the expensive alcohol in one gulp. "From this night forwards within these rooms... you are the master and I am your slave." Russie had to grit his teeth hard to keep a passive look on his muzzle, this was a devilish trap designed to make him overstep. And then he would be punished severely, that was the only thing that more sense. "You will use me in any way you see fit, any task you desire done... from the menial to pleasing you sexually. You can punish me if I displease you, or for no other reason than it pleases you to punish me... with any of the toys in your playroom. These rooms will be yours from now own, you will sleep here every night in the bed. I will sleep where ever you decide within these rooms, and while we are in these rooms. I am your slave, it is only after we step outside of that door that things return to you being my slave. Do you understand everything I've just said?"

"Yes... master." Russie answered attentively, watching as the older stallion frown... but then slid off the sofa onto his knees. Slowly Jerome crawled over to kneel in front of the younger equine, pulling a cloth off the end table to reveal a plain black metal slave collar. It wass the kind used on field slaves, and it is obvious that it has seen a lot of use over the years. Picking it up Jerome placed it in Russie's hands, and then lifted his chin up inviting the younger male to put it on him. Carefully he fits the cold metal around that neck, making the older stallion flinch slightly at its icy touch. Russie fumbled with the lock for a long moment, noticing as he did that the collar has flecks of dried blood on it. The lock 'Clicks' loudly, making Jerome's head drop and he looked down submissively while Russie sits there feeling conflicted.

"How may I serve you master?" The older stallion asked, trying to sound simpering and submissive but not pulling it off. Russie knew the reason for that of course, because the master had never been broken.

"Ammm... pour me a drink." It was as simple and safe a command as the butler could think of, he gestured to the bottle sitting on the table between the sofa and chair. Russie felt a thrill race through him, as he watched his master grovel on the floor in front of him; and a surge of sadistic glee tingled deep inside of him. Watching as the kneeling stallion turned around, picking up the bottle and popping out the cork. Just as Jerome started to pour the whisky into his glass, Russie reached out grabbing the older stallions slave collar and tugging on it sharply. "Not in that glass..." Russie snorted in a voice he normally only used to correct the other house slaves below him in status, the authority in that voice froze Jerome in mid pour. "It's been used by a common slave... Pour me a drink in a clean glass colt." Russie ordered belittlingly, making the older stallion stammer a half hearted apology something he was clearly not use to doing. And then climbing to his hooves, Jerome hurried across the room to the rooms mini bar. Getting a clean glass he came back, knelt down an poured whisky into the fresh glass. And then holds out the glass to the seat younger stallion, Russie sat back in his chair getting more comfortable. Feeling a stirring within his sheath, at having his master kneeling there before him submissively serving him a drink.

"It took you long enough..." The butler derided harshly, as he starred down at the kneeling stallion... seeing in his eyes that Jerome had been expecting praise for his service. "In the future I will expect you to attend to your duties in a more timely fashion." The young butler reached out, and took the glass from his masters hand. Slowly taking a sip of the rich well matured alcohol, it tasted surprisingly good to the servant. He had never been allowed to drink something like this before, he had only managed to sneak a bit of after dinner brandy. Slowly the young stallion licked his lips, before taking another sip of the powerful liquor. Feeling the thrill of this fake power and the desire to have true power, like the stallion kneeling on the floor playing slave had.

"I'm sorry master... I'll be more diligent in the future." The highborn stallion grunted, it was plain from the tone he was struggling to control in his voice. That not only was he upset at being spoken to so roughly, he was also bothered by the butlers callous disregard for his service. And the fact that as a slave, he was forced to apologize for service he felt was good. Making the former master struggle hard to be the submissive slave, Russie felt a certain grim satisfaction knowing these things. Russie had been forced to deal with these kind of things, back when he was just a teenager. He'd slipped up more than a few times, and had been punished by the old butler or other servants. A few time they had even taken him in front of the old master Delrod, who had punished him more kindly that the other slaves.

"Once I have finished enjoying my drink... we shall adjourn to the playroom. And I will see to it that you do not forget in the future, pain is always very remember able in my experience." The younger stallion's long slotted nostrils picking a hint of aroused sexually musk, coming up from the kneeling high born stallion. Russie made a mental note of that reaction, plainly Jerome was surprisingly masochistic for a male who had been a master his whole life. "In the meanwhile you may polish my hooves... while I enjoy my fine whisky." The young butlers hooves were polished to perfection already, he buffed and oiled them every night in point of fact. But it was entertaining, having his master down on all fours rubbing and stroking them with his soft hands that had never seen a hard day's work in his life. Russie sat back in the plush chair sipping his drink, feeling himself getting harder and harder as he watched. Slowly letting naughty ideas peculate in his mind, he'd never seen master Jerome's playroom himself, but had heard about it. The upstairs maid had to clean it of course, and she told tales to the other servants about it. And the farm worker slaves that were the masters former playmates had told certain tales, although many of them were too ashamed of what had happened to them in there to speak of it. Russie planned to get as much pay back for them as he could manage, and not ending up getting punished himself of course. It was plain that for Jerome... this master slave inversion was going to be all about sex, while for Russie it was a much more profound endeavor.

Russie saw a drawer left a little open, on the other side of where Jerome was working on his hooves so diligently. It had something that looked frilly inside, just sticking out like the drawer had been hastily closed. Russie eased up and moved one shiny hoof over, allowing his master acting as a slave to polish his other hoof that was still there. Using a little off balance strength, Russie pulled one corner of the drawer open and fished out some clothing along with a harness of some kind. The clothing knotted to the harness was too tangled to unravel, so Russie instead settled back into the easy chair. Setting his whiskey down to use both hands on the tangle of clothing and bundled up straps. Russie noticed Jerome wipe some sweat off of his brow, with the back of his left arm and stop. "Are you sure you are done, slave? I think you missed cleaning and polishing the bottoms, come on now Chop-chop." Russie was pleased with himself, he used that jokingly on the maids to get them to clean where no one was likely to look, in his own duties downstairs on the furniture and in the kitchen. 'Chop-chop' He thought smiling a little at having used these words to his own master, who was pretending to be his slave at that moment. This was turning into a fun game with the Master, Russie wondered how far he could make the high born stallion go with it.

The knot of clothing took his attention, he peeled out the harness and set it beside his chair on the floor. Jerome was cleaning the bottom of Russie's hooves, so he was oblivious to anything else. Having to do something so belittling and servile, as well as force him to lay his head on the floor to look underneath Russie's hoof to clean it properly. Was making Jerome's tip peek out from his sheath and gave him a moistness to his upper lip. Kneeling on the floor, Jerome had splayed open his legs; and his long mottled cock dropped down to dangle almost to the floor. A wet spot developing on the fine carpet between his knee's, as he found being subservient and degraded really was exciting to him.

Russie smiled wickedly, as he decided to see if the maid outfit he had untangled would fit Jerome. It seemed that it would maybe be fun to see Jerome in a skimpy maid's attire, especially without any panties or undergarments of any kind.

"That will do for now slave, here put this on you should be properly dressed to do your tasks." Russie said with a snicker, waited for Jerome to raise his head and threw the maid's outfit into his muzzle. And then sat back wrapping his fingers around the Whiskey glass and slowly bringing it to his lips.

Jerome flinched back as the frilly clothing was tossed into his muzzle, he sat angrily but then remembered the game. Quickly the big highborn stallion stood up showing his new master his aroused state, as he picked up the undersized maid's one-piece garment.

It took a few seconds to figure out how to wear it, Russie sat in the chair hiding behind his Whiskey glass looking like he was becoming angry with Jerome. "Oh I'm sorry Master, I'll hurry." Jerome stammered quickly, Russie had been thinking that the master had decided to end the game at that point. But instead the older stallion apologized, his voice sounding a little more sincere this time. This both surprised and shocked Russie, as well as gave him more confidence the game was going to last a while longer.

Jerome struggled into the tight half dress and skimpy top portion, wriggling into it like the over tight dress it was. He reached back with one hand to button up the back and then slid his hands down both sides to stretch it down over his hips, tugging on the dress's skirt portion to tug it into covering most of his lower body. The older stallion saw the harness on the floor next to the chair Russie was sitting in and his eyes widened. Russie was enrapt, getting hot himself as he sipped his hot liquor and let the smooth aged liquid slid warmly down his throat with the costumed spectacle unfolding before him. He spied Jerome looking at the harness, with a kind of bright eyed dread that made the younger male tingle. And then Russie scooped it up with one hand flung it a bit too far and onto the floor behind Jerome, the bundle of straps became two things upon hitting the floor... skittering a little way beyond where it landed. "Put that, ummm... those two on as well, you know how they work... Chop Chop" Russie commanded with growing ease. watching as Jerome turned around and showed his round ass and virgin butthole to Russie as he bent over to pick up the two harnesses.

Russie understood that a female would stoop to pick things up and decided this would be Jerome's first lesson in proper behavior. He grabbed a long-handled wooden spoon and stood up from his chair, trying as best he could to look stern and a little irate. Jerome was standing up again by this time his junk peeking out from underneath the hem of that short frilly skirt as he examined harness.

"Turn around and grab your ankle's slave." Russie barked in his most commanding voice, to the naughty maid before him. The young butler slapping Jerome's plush butt one hit, and then decided to slap up underneath that skirt... like he sometimes did the scullery maids in the kitchen. He caught one testicle with the next swat in that well-practiced action, making the older stallions whole body jump and jerk. Reaching down the young butler took his masters testicles into the palm of his hand, and then slammed the head of the spoon solidly against them.

"UUHUUU..." Jerome moaned as the pain shot up into his guts, while his long mottled equine cock released a spurt of pre-cum onto the carpet below. The young butlers eyes lit up as he observed Jerome's reaction to this punishment, getting the idea that sexual torments played into his master/slaves fantasies. Russie would chastise the maids underneath as well, between their legs in the kitchen; for breaking the good china or glass the same way. Russie thought, as Jerome yelped in pain that was how he taught discipline in the kitchen for what to not do ever again, and so he added.

"Perhaps you won't bend over next time, a filly should squat not bend over like a stallion. And you are a little filly... remember that from now on."

"Oh yes master... I... I'll remember." Jerome moaned, quickly squatted like a filly to pick up the other harness and slipped it on, the ball fit into his mouth and made his jaw open large enough that he had to lick the bottom of the thing a little, it was pretty large being made for use on a draft horse. The other harness was somewhat different, it was made for his junk. One leg then the other slipped into the harness, Jerome stepped in as Russie eased back into his chair, and took up his whiskey again. The high born stallion then pulled his sheath up over a restraint and hung up his ball sack inside of a loop, that held them higher than they usually hung. Then he tied the restraint to hold his sheath and contents up even higher, with a long bar to prevent erection inserted into his pee opening at the end. The last bit was a struggle to get in place, as Jerome was already fairly aroused. This was all extremely erotic for Russie, who had only heard small voiced descriptions of this part from the field slaves. They always used quiet voices in describing this part of the harness, as it was intensely humiliating for a stallion to be made to look like a mare in this manner.

The young equine butler stepped back, as the older stallion smoothed the frilly dress down again. With the straps in place everything was nicely concealed, and Russie was surprised to see that Jerome actually made a fairly comely mare. It was the high born stallion's sleek slender body, Russie decided as he pushed back up against Jerome's body. "Well... well aren't you just the sexiest little filly." He grunted softly into Jerome's pointed equine ear, pressing his own bulging sheath against that soft rump. Feeling the cross-dressed stallion push back against him slightly, it was plain the older male was interested in playing the mare for another male. "You know it occurs to me... a cute little filly needs a cute name... How about Jerri... or maybe I should just call you... Hey slut." Russie taunted, watching a shudder run down the older males spine, the air around them growing thicker with aroused musk. "Why don't you refill that for me?" Russie asked shoving his empty Whisky glass into the older males hands, as he strolled off into the next room which was the master bedroom.

A moment later Jerri came hurrying into the room, the butler smirking as he saw that Jerome was doing his best to sway like a female. It wasn't completely convincing, but just the fact that his master was trying to do it was amusing. Slowly the new maid swished her big round rump as she hurried up to him with his freshly refilled glass, Russie took it and drank deeply for a moment. And then sat the half empty glass down on the night stand beside that big bed, and then turned to look at his frilly maid. Holding his arms out to the side, the young stallion looked at the older male with a faint smirk. "You may undress me sexy filly..." Slowly Jerri swayed up to him, gently slipping the butlers coat off his shoulders. Starting to lay it down on the bed, but Russie stopped her with a harsh grunt. "You will place that and all my clothing onto hangers, before placing them in the closet where they belong." The young stallion instructed imperiously, as Jerri hurried over to the closet and brought back a handful of hangers. Before carefully unbuttoning Russie's vest taking it off him, placing it and the coat on the same hanger placing them in the closet. Next Jerri unbuttoning the butlers starch white shirt, removing it from his hard young body and putting it on a hanger of its own.

The young stallion could hear Jerri's breath growing deeper and more rasping, it was obvious that the older male's arousal was growing. As he slowly knelt down in front of the smirking young slave, slowly unbuttoning the butlers tight uniform trousers. Jerri had to jerk his head back and to one side, as the young stallion's stiff cock sprang out. Smacking the older stallion across the muzzle, splattering it with a ribbon of sparkling pre-cum. Carefully he loosened that ball gag, slipping it out of Jerri's mouth and tossing it over onto the night stand.

"Oho gods its huge..." Jerri moaned in shock and delight, it was plain that while Russie had gotten his sleek body from his sire. That mighty male organ was all draft horse, it dwarfed his kneeling masters on equine organ... being ten inches longer and twice as thick.

"Heh... I bet you loved that... didn't you little filly?" Russie snickered, reaching down to grab a handful of his masters dark rough mane and pull the other stallions muzzle against his crotch. Rubbing his sweaty, musky balls over those soft lip's, as Jerome inhaled that sweet spicy scent eagerly. Even as he stripped off the butlers tight shiny pants, and looked up at the smiling Russie.

"Yes... master." Jerri breathed softly, remembering a good slave always answered his masters questions quick and honestly.

"Hehe." The young stallion released his grip, and let the older male climb to his hooves slowly. Watching as Jerri folded and placed his pants on a hanger, before putting them in a closet with his other clothing. Moving back over in front of Russie, Jerri dropped down onto his knee's once again. Making the young stallion chuckle lewdly, understanding that the bitch mare liked getting cock slapped. "Heh. So you really did love that huh?" Moving up he stood towering over his master, looking down at the older stallion's muzzle smeared with his pre-cum.

"Yes... sir." Jerri panted, as he massage his jaw which was plainly aching from having been stretched so wide.

"We both know what you want little filly... so ask me nicely." The young butler ordered, looking down at his kneeling master with scorn on his handsome young muzzle.

"Please... Ahem master please let me..." Jerri looked up at the younger male, towering over him with a soft grin on his lips. The older male wasn't at all good at begged, and while he was plain from the look on his muzzle he wanted to be ordered to do it. Even though he was playing at being the slave, it was plain the older stallion was still in control.

"Go on say it little filly..." Russie encouraged grinning wider, as the older stallion gulped and moaned out meekly. Knowing that even though Jerome was only playing, it was still having an effect on his mind. The young stallion was hoping that he could slowly push the master deeper and deeper into willing submission. Teasing and pleasing the older stallion, getting him to give up more and more power and control.

"Please master... allow me to pleasure you..." Jerri moaned out softly, a bit of drool escaping from his mouth and spilling down his chin. His desires open and honest, although he was a married stallion who had sire three offspring. The truth of his not so secret desire, was that he wanted to pleasure other stallions and service them.

"And how are you going to pleasure me little filly?" Russie demanded, ignoring the obvious answer of his own long cock jutting out throbbing and dripping pre-cum.

"Suck your cock... master." Jerri moaned soft and need fully, as the young stallion moved up closer. "Please allow me to suck your big cock master." The kneeling stallion repeated more pleadingly, as Russie moved around him and sat down on the big bed. The young butler spread his knee's wider apart, and gestured to the trail of slimy pre-cum he had left dripped across the marble floor.

The young butler spread his knee's wider apart, and gestured to the trail of slimy pre-cum he had left dripped across the marble floor. "Clean up that mess... my sexy little maid." But as Jerri reached out to wipe up the slimy dribbles on the floor, Russie stamped one hoof loudly on the floor making the other stallion look up at him. "With your mouth." He ordered, watching as Jerome looked up at him wide eyed for a long moment before slowly lowering his muzzle. The older stallion's mouth hovered over the slimy pre-cum drops for a moment, and Russie was beginning to fear that he had pushed his master too far. And then Jerome pressed his thick equine lip's to the floor, suckling that slimy pre-cum up off the floor. And then he moved on to the next few drops, licking and suckling them over off the polish marble. Slowly following them over to the edge of the bed, where a small puddle had formed under the younger horse's jutting erection. Quickly cleaning up that slick mess, before sitting up so that Russie's blunt flare was resting on his muzzle just above his nose.

"My... my aren't you being a good girl..." The young servant praised, reaching down to stroke the older stallion's mane gently. Finding himself very much enjoying the sight, of his throbbing hard on slowly leaking clear pre-cum down his master's muzzle. Gripping his shaft the horny butler rubbed his leaking cock head up and down Jerri's muzzle, before at last guiding his flare to those velvety soft equine lip's. The older stallion's hot mouth was the best thing Russie had ever felt on his aroused cock, the master had never allowed him to breed. That was something he hoped to correct in the near future, if he could manage it somehow. He let out a soft moan, as those hot lip's parted and allowed his cock flare to slip between them. "Oho... Ohoo Yes..." The young Stallion moaned out softly, as his throbbing cock head slide over his masters slick tongue. Russie gripped Jerri's pointed equine ears in his two big three fingered hands, using them to pull the older males muzzle down his pulsing fucker. "You're a goood girl... such a good little filly... that is suck your masters cock." In that moment the young butler almost forgot that he was the slave, and the mouth pleasuring him belonged to the stallion who could kill him or worse with a single command.

Jerome looked up at Russie's belly with one eye, but remembered that he himself had put the slave collar around his own neck, had chosen not only his role... but the butlers. He stroked his head upon Russie, looking at the butler to see if what he was doing was having an effect on the other stallion. His own member was longing to be touched, still hiding in his own sheath with the anti erection bar inserting into it. It had flared as soon as he put on the fillies dress, but not spilled out hanging halfway to the floor like it usually did. The bar inserted into him really was doing maybe too good of a job, he'd used it on slaves in the past. But hadn't really understood what a devilish torture it could be to a male, it certainly kept him pent up and horny.

'Gods he needed it off so bad.' Maybe he could get Russie to remove it, so he could rub himself while rolling his masters cock around in his mouth. That was a difficult quandary, how could he even ask for it? A slave could not speak unless allowed to and had to service the master's needs before anything he wanted or dreadfully needed to do before exploding himself.

Russie was playing his part very well Jerome thought, it was why he'd picked the butler because he had some experience being in control of the household staff. Jerome... or what did his master say, oh yeah, the older horse thought to himself. 'Master wants me to have a slave name Jerri. Okay then Jerri the slut will wrap her long tongue around that thick shaft first one way and then the other. Giving a powerful cheek drawing, giant suck on the young stallions never been used cock, and then he'll spurt out a huge load.' The older stallion continued licking with his tongue, as he thought more about his butler master. 'Or if not... then I'll know he's been getting it done by the scullery maids when no one is around. I'll know he's been breaking the rules all these years!' Jerri thought, and yet even as the older stallion thought about it the less it seemed to matter. 'But not yet, I want to know what his cum tastes like first, I have to be ready... if he really never has had this done before he will cum a lot and a long time. I don't know if he is a real virgin still.'

Russie watched the older stallion's mouth work on his hard horse cock, knowing that this was something Jerome done before. All of the slaves who had visited the master play room, had claimed to have gotten sucked off. Most everyone of the other slaves believed, it was just something the others said to cover up what had really happened. What master kneels down and services a slaves cock, it was utter weakness for a stallion to do that. And yet as the butler watched his masters cheeks drew in, feeling the powerful suction on his virgin stud stick. As those velvety equine lip's softly pulled back down the length of his throbbing cock to the slaves flare, the sensation was so much more intense that a hand. "Ohooo gods little filly you really know how to please a male..."

Already he could feel his arousal building, the butler had only traded hand jobs with the other colts in his youth. After master Jerome had taken over, after master Delrod's death Russie had been in a position of authority. Where he could make a lower ranking servant pleasure him, however he had never done so. Master Jerome had instituted his breeding rules and restrictions, Russie had knew that if he were caught break the rules he would lose everything. And so he'd avoided rutting any of the females beneath him, even though a couple of them had offered. The young stallion inhaled sharply as those lip's pushed back up his throbbing shaft, his big flares sliding over the older stallion slick tongue. "Oho Wow... Ohooo yes." Russie moaned laying back on the bed, and letting his leg's straighten out beside Jerome's handsome head. The suction of that hot mouth swiftly pushing the young virgin stallion towards his peak, his hip's beginning to make little thrusts. "Oh gods little filly... you... your mouth is soooo pleasing to your master."

Jerome eased up on the young stallions pulsing cock, satisfied that the butler was in fact a virgin. Deciding in that moment to play a wicked game, pausing the older stallion lick his own finger. And then pushed his mouth back onto the younger stallion's throbbing cock, his slick tongue teasing that aching erection to near orgasm again. Only to stop with the younger males cock down his throat, and then pushed his saliva covered finger up the reclining stallion's tail hole. "Weehehehe." Russie squealed out loudly, as his virgin anus was violated by that thick finger. "Wha... what the fuck are you doing?" He screamed jumping slightly, as that finger tip touched his pleasure gland. Rubbing in slow circles over that never before touch erogenous zone, as the young horse bucked and rode that stiff finger wildly. Even as an electric thrill of pleasure rush through his body, his legs kicking out straight as his big fucker surged. Russies firm young balls drawing up within their sack, as his cock tensed and released over and over again.

"Weeheehee." The young butler whinnied in delight, his firm balls churning and quivering. Jerome grinned around that firm young cock in his mouth, even as more and more slimy cum blasted out. Sliding down his throat thick and sticky, as the older stallion pulled his mouth back and forth. Letting his tongue tease and lick all along that tensing shaft, as the younger studs hot cum spurted out into his mouth. Filling it with creamy stud milk, that tasted sweet and wonderful on the older males tongue. "Ammmm..." He moaned loudly, as that spurting rut stick slowly stopped squirt its pent up seed. Until at last the young stallion sat up and pulled his winking squeezing tail hole off that thick finger. As he sat back up looking down at the other male sternly, grabbing a handful of mane and pulling that hot mouth off of his twitching cock. "What the hell was that?" Jerri looked up in mock shock and surprise, hanging his proud head low in faux submission. Saying nothing... he rested his offending finger on the floor and sat back on his haunches waiting to be told to assume a position to be disciplined for his wicked heinous act to enhance Russie's explosive ejaculation.

"I asked you a question." The plainly straight acting young stallion blustered, clearly he had never had anything up his butt before. Something that was kind of surprising for a slave, Russie's having grown up in the manor house explaining it. If he'd been a slave out in the fields, one of the overseer's would no doubt have fucked his tight little ass for him.

In a small almost colt sounding meek voice, Jerri finally answered that question. It would have working better, if the older stallion had been able to completely conceal his grin. "I'm sorry sir... I thought you wanted me to pleasure you, master." Jerome whimpered, as if he were a very good little colt who had made a simply mistake like breaking his a cup. "I used all my skills to do so... but failed you my master. I'm sorry... and await my punishment for the wrong I have done." Jerri swallowed down the last of the younger stallions cum and did not look up as he spoke, assuming the submissive role of the misbehaving slave now.

"Let's get this straight slave... you never tell your Master what to do." Russie snorted sounding very angry, the butler reading the naughty amusement on the kneeling Jerri's muzzle although the older stallion was doing his best to conceal it. "Oh... you will be punished... but not because you say so slave..." The young stallion stood up and walked around the kneeling Jerri, across the room to open to door to the playroom. "Come..." Russie snorted over his shoulder, not watching as the older stallion crawled along behind him. The younger stallion strolled over to the dangling sex swing in the middle of the room, gesturing for the cross dressed older stallion to get into it. "Muzzle down." The young butler instructed as his older master, climbed into the swinging traces of that swing. Bending down Russie buckled the restraining straps around Jerri's ankles, wrists and waist, and then the butler pulled that short skirt up while unbuckling that anti erection bar restraint. Jerri exhaling deeply as his long equine stick dropped out, almost instantly stiffening up to dangle under the older stallion. "You just want to be beaten... to prove to yourself how heroic you are taking on the roll of my slave." Russie accused misleadingly, understanding the older males lustfully superficial reasons, but also picking up a bit more there.

"No sir... Not at all... I truly want to be mastered and dominated by you." Jerri moaned, making the butler smile inwardly as he heard the hint of truth behind the older males words. It pleased the young slave greatly, because it opened the door to true power for him... just a crack.

"What is this?" Russie held out his big right fist, in which he had a black whip with many long braided strands. It had been the nearest toy hanging nearby, and it showed plenty of use so Russie knew the master had used it on his other playmates. Now here he was, skillfully maneuvering the younger stallion into using it on him. Was Jerome guilty about using it on those stallions in the past, or had he been pretending that it was himself getting whipped the whole time. In the end it really didn't matter which one it was the young butler reflected, because it was certainly going to get used on him now. Russie understood how being broken into submission worked, he's seen it first hand... had even experienced it himself under the former butler.

"A whip master." Jerri answered, sounding both defiant and timid at the same time... they both knew where this was going. Jerri was going to get the punished he had misbehaved to get, something no one but his sire had ever had the power or courage to do before. And the way Jerri's eyes had lit up when he'd saw the whip, made it plain this was what the master had secretly wanted.

"And what... is it for?" The young butler inquired slyly, as the older stallion hung there in those leather restraints. The answer choked in the older horse's throat, as his mind raced over what to the answer. Should he try to say what the other expected, or be more forthright about things he secretly desired.

"To punish me with, master." The older stallion snorted at last, it was the simply safe answer and it was more true than Russie cared to admire. There was something deeply, soulfully, satisfying, about a slave getting to punish his master for no other reason than he wanted to. And the butler had to admit that he wanted to very much, but understood that he had to restrain himself. Or his master might choose to end this little game, and Russie doubted he would ever get this sort of chance again. And the young horse intended to enjoy it to the fullest, wanting to hurt, use, and fuck his owner as much as he possibly could.

"And what else little mare?" The butler prompted his so called slave, wanting the master to understand the truth in his own desire for subjugation. Wanting the older male to give up his control, and let the younger stallion have more and more power. Not just because he craved that power, but because he could use it to punish his owner and his owners family.

"To train me master... to make me serve you with all my heart." That was close enough for the moment Russie decided, taking a step back the young stallion swung that whip down. Those long, leather braids pounding against the older stallion's up rises buttocks with a loud satisfying 'Smack' Jerri let out a strangled moan of pain and pleasure, the older stallion's long cock bouncing up stiffly against his belly. As that first blow suddenly struck, the big horse felt all the breath expelled out of his body. Jerri saw a intense flash of light as he was struck, and the harder he was hit the brighter the light seemed to get. As the lashes fell Jerri felt like an obstinate child, while at the same time taking a kind of wicked delight in the punishment of his body. It was as if it no longer belonged to him, as if the big stallion had been freed of it by submitting to the younger stallion. In his years as a slave owner the rich stallion had committed many grievous acts, those acts had weighed on his heart and mind. And in this instance of giving up, he had in some small way began to pay for the things that he'd done. This making his small act of submission all the more pleasurable, one of his own slaves was punishing and it felt so good to give into that. Jerome finding himself sliding into a strange kind of pleasurable and timeless places, almost feeling like he was floating. Slimy pre-cum starting to gush out and splatter onto the floor beneath the dangling stallion, as Russie rained down savage blows.

Each swing making the young slave more excited, firing up his sexual desires so that his cock dropped and began stiffening again. But he was also very careful to watch his master's reaction, and easy up when he felt the older stallion was getting near his limit. Fighting against his own desires to keep hurting his owner, even while dreaming that one day he wouldn't have to restrain himself. The young stallion looked down as his masters naked rump, covered in frothy equine sweat. The air around them reeking with the scent of it, pain and intense sexual arousal. The young slave unsurprised to see his own naked body sweating as well, his long stallion hood jutting out needful and eager. He slipped the whip between Jerri's wide spread thigh's, caressing the older stallion's plump plums with that smooth braided leather. He'd already punished those orbs once, with the big wooden spoon earlier and that had been very satisfying. Leaning over Jerri's back he rubbed one palm over that well whipped ass, hearing the older stallion moan softly in pleasure.

"I'm going to take you, I'm going to fuck you... I'm going to make you my mare." He whispered softly into his masters pointed equine ear, which swiveled around towards him as he spoke. Those words sounding so powerful and dominant, they made the older stallion tremble in a kind of ecstasy. "Do you understand me slave?" Russie demanded in an even softer whisper, pretending that he was getting consent while really just enjoying saying something like that to his owner. No slave could ever say something like that, without getting brutally punished or even killed normally.

"Yes master... I live to serve your pleasure." Jerri moaned out weakly, it was clearly an invitation for the younger stallion to have his way with his master. Russie wondered if his master understood the effects being penetrated had on ones outlook, something the butler certainly did himself. Went he was a colt one of the overseer's, a stallion by the name of Vander had decided he was an uppity slave. Because he got to live in the manor house and run errands for the master, and so Vander had used his massive stud stick to humble and break the colt.

"Oh do you now?" Russie questioned softly, as his strong young hands cupped the older stallion's soft, furry ass cheeks in his strong callused young hands. "Lift your tail... show me you slut hole mareboi." The young stallion ordered, finding himself subconsciously speaking like that overseer had spoken to him all those years ago. Wanting to humble and break his master, just like he was broken by the loud mouth foul tasting slave driver. "Ammm... look at this little mare hole..." Russie grunted derisively, as he ran a finger tip around the soft hot rim of his masters puffy equine anus. "Yeah that's as pretty a piece of mareboi pussy as any stud could hope to find..." Licking his finger the young butler pushing it into the center of that pucker, wiggling it around to get inside that hot tight orifice.

"Ohoooo... slowly..." Jerri begged weakly, as his thick finger twisted and pushed deeper into that highborn tail hole... which clamped down on it eagerly. The helpless older stallion was hanging there panting for breath, eye's squeezed tightly shut as his muzzle showed shock and pain. The young slave began to finger rape his master's tight asshole then, filling with air with lewd slurping noises. "Weehehee." A loud squeal of pleasure escaped Jerri's as that finger tip found his pleasure gland, rubbing over it gently as the highborn stallion's eyes flew open wide. His body jerking as a jolt of pleasure raced through it, the look of pain on his muzzle replaced with shock and wonder.

"Ammmm damn... they sure grow you half highborn bastard fillies tight up at the manor house." Russie growled dark and wickedly, the mocking words had been burned into his brain from that sexual assault so many years before. "I hear your momma's a whore for al them highborn stallions, that's why you got this pretty silky coat. And this sexy little highborn boi-cunt, because yer the whore son... of a whore mother." Jerri's eyes had glazed over with pleasure, from the rough finger raping his rump hole was receiving. The older stallion's mouth hung up drooling weakly, as soft moans and whimpered escaped him. He'd raped his male slaves in the past, but had done so thinking only of his own pleasure. Never considering what it was like for them, only noting later their deep passivity and obvious shame. Not understanding why it was they reacted that way, uncaring about the effects his lusts had on them. The older stallion's mouth had began to move, struggling to find the words he needed. In that instant ready to call off this little game, when those fingers were yanked out of his weakened hole. A long shuddering sigh of relief escaped him and then he felt it, smooth, wide, throbbing and burning hot pressing against his gaping rut hole.

"Wha... wha..." Jerri looked back over his shoulder, seeing the younger stallion's massive cock disappearing under his own flowing tail. The young butler looking more powerful and majestically male in that moment than Jerri ever believed was possible for a slave. 'Say it... Say It... Stop it... he's going to do it if you don't say something.' A part of his mind screamed desperately, and yet it was being over ridden by another part of his mind. As he watched, a kind of transformation swept over Russie's handsome young muzzle... it going from bland passivity to lustfully triumphant. He felt his own tail hole beginning to swallow the butlers cock flare, and as it did so the resistance within his mind slowly grew muted.

"I'm going to take you, I'm going to fuck you... I'm going to make you my mare." Russie repeated, looking down into his masters frightened eyes as he pressed his stud stick against that trembling pucker. It resisted for a long moment, before slowly starting to give up to the pressure that the young butlers hefty body weight was putting onto it. Russie's muzzle split into a smile so wide, he thought maybe he'd injured himself. As he felt the wealthy highborn stallion's virgin hole giving up to him, and he felt a powerful urge to tell the wealthy horse he would be using the rest of his family. But instead he just reached up and took the back of the Stallion's long neck in his teeth. Biting and chewing on it lustfully like he might a mares, as Jerri panted and whimpered weakly as that flare spread his anal gates. Suddenly there was a soft 'Pop' as that fat flare pushed past Jerri's sphincters, the rich stallion letting out a sharp breathless groan. And then that fat shaft was sliding almost effortlessly inside of him, even as the handsome equine panted and chewed at the pillow under his muzzle. "Ammm damn you do feel good... I'm really going to enjoy breaking you in little mare." The young slave feeling a powerful thrill of forbidden pleasure, as his lustful organ invaded his masters body. Both of them jerking and trembling as if stuck by a lightning bolt, subconsciously sensing the power had shifted.

"Ummm gods... I can feel you... soooo far inside of me... throbbing... Oho gods." Jerri whimpered weakly, as the sleek young stallion began to make tiny, little, jabbing thrusts. Enjoying the older stallion's squeals and exclamations, finding that deflowering the condescending slave owner enormously satisfying.

"You've never taken a cock up in here before... have you slut?" Russie moaned in amusement, as he felt his masters snug virgin rut hole squeezing on his big stud stick, as the butler paused letting that hole get use to his invasion. "Oh you've sucked a lot of cock... that much is plain. Unwashed cocks of big sweaty field hands no doubt... that you've taken advantage of while they were tied up and helpless. But you've never been the one tied up and helpless, and you've certainly never had someone else take their pleasure in you whether you wanted it or not." The handsome young slave had begun working his hip's, driving that long stallion fucker deeper and deeper. Each slight movement sending a tickle of pleasure running through the older stallion, each thrust slowly beating the master's prostate gland into submission. Jerri's jaw was working, but all that came out was gasps and whimpers of pleasure... growing submission to the hard cock owning his butt hole. "But you've never let anyone mount you, not given yourself up like this before have you?"

"Noooooo." Jerri confessed in a soft wail of pain and pleasure, that tight hole gripping and squeezing on the younger males hard cock eagerly. Russie leaned over Jerome's back, his big hands stroking and fondling that furry body almost tenderly. Not because he was wanting to bring this ridiculous male pleasure, but because like a miser with a new coin he enjoyed fondling his property. Rolling his strong young hip's, he crammed that huge hard rut stick in and out of Jerri's soft hole savagely. Nibbling on one of the older stallions ear lobes, panting hot tickling breath into that ear as he pounded away.

"If you want to experiences what it is to be a true slave, you must be prepared to be broken mentally and physically. All physical limitations and resistance must... will be brutally fucked out of you little mare." He hissed into his masters pointed equine ear, forcing himself to take his time and enjoy sodomizing his owner to the fullest. "Because... once completely broken of your false will... you will finally understand what it really means to be a faggot slave. You exist to serve, you exist to be used, you exist for your masters pleasure alone. The only thing you can hope to do, is serve him well and be rewarded by the pleasure of receiving his cum." The horny young stallion snarled, as he felt the aristocratic Stallion's body tremble uncontrollably. "I don't want to hear any sobs of protest... you knew this was coming."

"Ohoooo gods no..." Jerri moaned out weakly, as Russie's huge cock drove smoothly in and out of the highborn's stallion's once virgin tail hole. "Uhuuu... Ummm... oh fuck..."The handsome silvery white Stallion grunted more and more lustfully, as each thrust sent a strong jolt of pleasure tingling through him. Even while the muscles of his so recently virgin tail hole, was gripping and milking the young butlers thick rut stick like crazy. Russie snorted reaching down under Jerri, rough hand fondled the wealthy plantation owners rock hard erection. Finding that hard fucker pulsing like crazy, and leaking a steady stream of slimy pre-cum onto the floor under the dangling stallion. Even as he nipped along the pretty Horse's long slender neck roughly, making the wealthy stud's whole body shuddered.

"Like a draft horse's big hard cock?" Russie whispered huskily into the older males small pointed equine ear, as he drew that long shaft back until only the flare was still inside of Jerri's tight tail hole. "Are you liking it little mare?"

"No no noo master." Jerri moaned out weakly, the wicked butler plunged back inside sharply, beating his throbbing flare against that prostate roughly. "Ohooo fuck." And then once again pulling almost totally out, feeling that tight rosebud twitching and squeezing.

"Tell the truth mare slut." Russie insisted, licking his lip's in excitement and anticipation of Jerri's forthcoming answer.

"Nno." The lusty slave's evil grin only widened, as he got the answer he was expecting from the still conceited slave owner. Instantly the young stallion slammed that huge cock deep inside the now withering, bucking noble stallion... but not just once this time. Those strong hip's pounding in and out half a dozen times with bone jarring force, as Jerri bit down hard on his lower lip. Even as loud gasps and moans escaped from his mouth anyway, each sound making Russie's lips twisted up in to a nastier and nastier smirk.

"Ammm I love the sound of a slut mare... adoring my big hard cock." The uncouth slave snickered smugly, this time not giving the other male time to deny it. But instead going right back to pounding that tight butthole hard, his savage thrusting filling the air with more weakly suppressed moans. Intermixed this time with loud curse's, Russie savored the sissy sounding moans and rough common curses with equal relish. Knowing that they were opposite sides of the same coin, the pleasure his cock was giving was fucking the last of Jerri's pride out of him. "That's it little mare... tell me how much you love being my slut."

"Yes... I... I'm loving it master... I love being your slut mare." Once again the young stallion paused, withdrawing his thick cock so far that Jerri's anus was actually pulled out a bit.

"Yes that's right..." Russie laughed, pile driving that squeezing asshole as hard as he could just once before grunting. The young stud yanked hard on the older males mane, twisting his head around to kiss him powerful on the mouth. Jerri froze for a second before choking and spitting, the highborn stallion both disgusted and yet stunned at the pleasure of that kiss. Tasting the slave stallions dinner in that mouth, and less savory things he didn't want to think about.

"I'm going to pound your sexy ass... until you're begging me to never stop." And with that he went back to hammering the master's soft hole, gritting his teeth as he working him huge flare back and forth over the stallion's needy gland. While his rough hand gripping Jerri's throbbing cock, kept track of the noble horse's growing arousal until it told him Jerri was on the edge of orgasm. And then that merciless rutting stopped, drawing a whining moan of frustration from the helpless horny older equine. "If you want more you're going to have to ask."

"Huuuhuuu... Please master." The handsome stallion moaned out, his body trying to move over the huge draft horse like erection. Hoping to move back and forth on that thick fucker, but the wicked slave held him perfectly still. Not letting the high born male have anymore pleasure, until he broke down as asked for it. Jerri snorted and whining that sleek body sweating heavily by that time, even as the wicked butler teasingly nibbled on his ear lobe.

"All you have to do... is ask me to fuck you like your my sissy gelding." Russie grunted, playfully thrusting his tongue tip into that pointed equine ear teasingly. This sending a wave of disgust running through the passive stallion's body, even as he fought to ride that throbbing hard on.

"Please...master I need." Jerri panted breathlessly, as his soft rut hole milked and squeezed at the handsome young butler's fucker which was still buried deep inside of him.

"Please what?" Russie demanded in a gravelly snarl, biting down hard on the pent up and needy slave owners neck ridge.

"Please fuck me." It came out as a tiny pleading whimper, that almost made Russie sing out in delight. His master was begging like a broken slave, it was only the first step on a long journey he had planned for master Jerome.

"Fuck you? Fuck you like what? What are you?" The lustful young butler slave demanded in a nasty aggressively sneer, wanting the wealthy over privileged noble to feel the contempt and odium he felt for him.

"A sissy gelding slut... Fuck me like I'm your gelding slut." The aristocratic stallion begged eagerly now that he had began to break, Russie's smile was so wide it felt like the corners of his mouth had ripped. Clenched hole making it a delight for young stallion... while Jerri's big body going passive as his ravisher bottoms out. Hot, smooth, tight rump caressing and gripping that huge draft horse like erection, as he works to dump a lifetimes worth of hatred and repression deep inside of his masters rut hole.

"Lay still and take it slut." The butler snarled aggressively, that quivering hole squeezing and milking the younger horses hard organ as it plunges in and out of him. Jerri moaning weakly... slowly giving into the submission he feels from being forcibly rump rutted by this strangely masterful slave. As Russie's sleek powerful hips piston powerfully against the older equines big round backside, jack hammering himself deep into the masters snug donut.

"Ummm... gods master..." Jerri can help but moan low and long... his back arching butt thrusting up into the butler's lustful thrusts. Powerful legs spreading wide... long equine organ dangling under his belly stiffly gushing pre-cum by that time. Jerri moaned and babbled incoherently... as his long cock dribbled pre-cum onto floor. "Yes... yes anything you want... just don't stop." The big normally aggressive stud begged meekly, making Russie quiver with pleasure.

"Shutup... slaves don't speak unless their spoken to gelding." The sleek creamy white young stallion snorted, tossing his rusty red mane as he slammed that big round butt back down, squeezing the older horses own hard cock with strong fist. That settled, the young slave stopped holding back and fucked the older horse savagely wanting to imprint his dominance within the older stallions mind. Jerome the proud stud with his wife and family to take care of in his grasp, Russie jammed hard into the master as his balls slapped Jerome's and his dick flared. Warm splatters of greasy gooy equine pre-cum gushing into the older male's backside and filling it with warmth.

"Wee Ehehehe." Jerome whimpers and whinnies like a little filly as the slave stallion's hot goo lubes his hole making that huge fucker slid easier within him. The younger stud laying over Jerri's sweaty back now, nipping and nibbling like a dominant stallion does to a mare his breeding.

"Ha ha ha... look at you." Russie teased sneeringly, as his rough fingers fondle the older stallions aroused organ gently. "You ever get this hard when you're fucking your little wife?" The butler asked smirking, squeezing that rock hard erection with his strong fingers as Jerri moaned and whinnied. "You must really like it up the ass, huh..."

"I... I..." Jerome tried to protest... tried to correct the young stud using him, but was just feeling so servile and passive from the way he was being used. This was what they meant when they talked about the loss of power being highly intoxicating, it was profoundly exhilarating the big horse was flooded with a sense of peace and contentment. The normally selfish, self centered stallion was filled with the intense desire to fulfill and please another. For once Jerome felt like he had purpose in life... had a place that he truly belonged. He has a place that was desired by someone other than himself, a place and a purpose to fulfill. It was like submission was a opportunity for him to escape from the life he had inherited from his father. Escape that world and journey back into himself... to give his being something he wanted. It allows him to journey into his own submission, to face some of the scariest things he have in his closet. Because it allowed him to open his body and mind to the deepest of vulnerabilities it allowed the big horse to trust blindly in his master. "Yes master I really like it... and no I've never gotten so hard for my wife even when she's in season."

"You're such a slut... You don't even deserve to have this big cock... except to hold your ass up in the air with so you can get fucked." The sleek young stud snickered teasingly as he leans down, and begins to lick the salty sweat off Jerri's long neck. "Maybe I should have these removed..." He taunted softly, planting the idea in the older stallion's mind more firmly than just calling him a gelding. "That is one of the rules of this plantation... any male slaves caught rutting or giving his hole up to be rutted will be gelded. A certain former master put that rule into place..." Russie reminded his master teasingly, rutting that soft rump hole even harder making Jerri moan louder. It was just one of many rules master Jerome had put into place, and then he would rut males slave in this very play room. Russie felt Jerome's back stiffen, and realized that he'd push a little too far too fast. "Now get ready mareboi... I'm about to cum." The young stallion strong body battering his masters firm equine rump, long, deep strokes driving that hard cock in and out.

Russie keeping careful watch even as he pounded away, making sure not to allow Jerri to orgasm. It was a delicate dance of desire, but the butler managed it with great skill. Until he at last exploded balls deep inside that quivering anus, while leaving Jerri rock hard and dripping need fully. The older stallion knowing slaves were not allowed to speak first, simply hung there panting and moaning weakly. "Ummm that was good mareboi... I think you've found your calling in life." Russie joked darkly, as he stood up wiped the sweat off his brow and looking down at his debauched master in deep pleasure. "What do you think... you want to do it some more?"

"YES... Yes master please I need..." The helpless older stallion begged breathlessly, as his long equine cock bounced up and down drooling pre-cum everywhere.

"Don't tell me what you need... this isn't about you slave boi." Russie taunted, as finger fingers gently teased those big full testicles gently, enjoying the power he felt over the older male. "You are a slave... you are my slave... all that you should be concerned with is pleasing me." He reminded, running one hand down that trembling cock... feeling it tense and throb in desire as he caressed it. "And it pleases me to leave you here in need like this..." Russie chuckled standing up slowly, knowing his master could call it all off with a single word. And yet Jerome only dangling there whickering lustfully, as the butler strolled over to the door of the play room. "But never fear I will return when I'm feeling lustful again... and bred you over and over little filly." And with that he put out the lights and closed the door, leaving the pent up older stallion hanging there in the dark.

Outside the playroom, Russie relaxed on his masters huge bed as he thought about what he'd just done. His thick young erection springing back to life almost at once, but he waits twenty minutes before going back in. Knowing that to the helpless stallion swinging in the darkness, it would have seemed like hours of pent up torture. The young stallion spent the next five hours, rutting and edging his sexually frustrated slave. Keeping the older stallion on the feathers edge of orgasm, while spurting load after hot up Jerri's slowly loosening tail hole. By the time he was at last exhausted that once tight orifice was hanging wide open, as thick gooey rivers of stud milk oozed out. It was well pasted midnight, and into the morning hours before Russie was to spent to go on. His young cock shriveling back up inside of his sheath, kneeling down he leaned in close to Jerri's ears. Which were laid back submissively on his head, Russie lifted that muzzle up with one hand. And planted a strong powerful kiss on the older stallion's soft lip's, tasting his own cum in that mouth. Feeling the older males body tense briefly, and then relax into his kiss like a eager female. He held that kiss for a long moment, and then pulled away just holding the sides of Jerri's muzzle in his hands.

"You have pleased me... and when you please me... at times when I desire I may give you a reward." Russie explained, reaching down to grasp Jerri's throbbing hard on... lifting it up while pushing the older stallions head down. He had to release the neck strap, but at last he pushed Jerri's cock flare between those soft lip's. "Suck it little mare..." The butler watched in glee, as his master eagerly took that flare into his mouth. Soft lip's puckering around its shaft, suckling lustfully as Russie reached back and fondled those low hanging balls. Smirking as he felt those heavy orbs draw up within their sack, watching his master swallow over and over. Gulping down all that pent up seed, as that thick cock surged and strained. "Yes that's it swallow every drop little slut." The young stallion ordered gently, stroking Jerri's dark gray mane with cum sticky fingers. Russie watched as his master gulped down all he had, tongue washing that big flare for a moment. And then it popped out looking freshly scrubbed, that thick organ didn't soften up however. It just hung there throbbing softly, clearing the horny stud need more than just a single orgasm after all that teasing. Russie smiled to himself, thinking that Jerri wasn't going to get it... because he wanted the older stallion needy and dependant. "You're going to sleep here... in the swing night. Perhaps tomorrow night you will sleep in the bed with me... if you are well enough behaved." He snorted, and with that killed the lights and left Jerri lone once more closing the door behind him.

Russie slept uneasy in Jerome's huge soft bed, the butler knowing he would have to rise very early. Morning came much more quickly than he liked, and the young stallion arose still somewhat tired. Waking up utterly confused for a moment, as he looked around at his lavish surroundings. And then the memories from the night before came rushing back, he lay there in Jerome bed fondling his morning erection for a moment. And then remember Jerri was still in the sex swing, climbing out of bed he strolled over and opened the door. The sight of Jerome's creamy white rump greeted him, while the older stallion hung there snoring softly. Still sporting a raging erection from the night before, it made the young butler smile to see it. Moving up closer Russie examined that tail hole, it had managed to tighten back up over night. However the normally pink flesh was a bright angry red, and crusted with yellowish bits of his own dried cum. "Heh." Russie snickered as he saw a bit of cloudy gray spunk still oozing from that pucker, he'd certainly seeded this little mare good. "Alright time to wake up mareboi." He called slapping a big three fingered hand hard on one of those firm ass cheeks, Jerri's head jerk up at once and the older stallion looked around bleary eyed.

The young butler had been half afraid, Jerome wouldn't remember what was going on. But the older stallion lowered his eyes submissively at once, and muttered soft that he was awake and ready to serve. "And I have a task for you..." Russie assured as he moved around unstrapping Jerri's limbs, and then helping the older stallion to stand unsteadily on his hooves. Enjoying the way Jerri took up a subordinate slouch, as he stood beside the younger stud. Russie strolled back over to that big bed, and laid down on it spreading his legs. His morning erection jutting up proudly, Russie slipped his hands behind his head. As Jerri stood there trembling slight, eyes glancing up at that throbbing cock eagerly. "Come relieve your masters tension." The words had hardly left his lips, and the older stallion was kneeling between his wide spread thigh's. Hot mouth engulfing that unwashed cock flare, it was still funky from the night before. But if it bothered the rich stallion he didn't show it at all, his lip's working they magic on that hard young fucker. "And if you try that finger trick of yours... I'll cut it off." Russie warned with a wide smile, Jerri never looked up not saying a thing. Only suckling eagerly on that hard organ, washing it clean with his mouth as the young stallion lay back watching.

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