Kinky Stallion Studs

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Incest mini story collection

Thank you for reading! This is a preview of a collection of five mini stories featuring gay incest between anthro stallion characters. It is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commiss.io!

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1175905

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Contents

1. Sucking off His Son

2. Stallion Son Bound in Bondage

3. Dominating Daddy

4. The Twin Colts & Their Daddy

5. Rimming Servitude

6. Other stories

Sucking off his Son

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"You want this... Don't you?"

He hissed out the words, though there was a spark in the cremello stallion's eye, his nose pink where the skin beneath his short coat of white hair showed through, tall and lean, elegant and refined. Not many believed that he was related to Ferras, his father, the stallion a rich, gold palomino, though he did pass on his elegance and the long spill of mane down his neck to his son, Zain.

Zain rippled with power, though it was the kind of power that his father, as the submissive of the moment, could have ripped away from him with nothing more than a smile if he chose. When domination and submission, in BDSM and raw sexuality, were played out between consenting parties, that consent could be withdrawn at any time. Such it was that Ferras knelt beautifully, his golden nose bowed in respect, his eyes closed, hands obediently behind his back, crossed at the wrists.

In Ferras' bedroom, however, the stallion single after his wife had left him some years back, only Zain was in a position of power, caressing his father's cheek as he made him look up at him, his hard, pink-skinned cock throbbing with lust and desire. Ferras shuddered bodily, a quiver running through him from head to toe, tail flicking and exposing the velvety grey of his dock for a split second.

"Tell me how much you want my cock."

Ferras shivered, eyes adoringly on his master of the moment, the son that he had grown so fond of, in ways that he had never expected to. Oh, he knew that it was wrong that he was so submissive to him, that they had done more than kiss as family members, but he just hadn't been able to help himself from sly looks, jacking off alone in the privacy of his room. When his adult son had made his interest known in him too, well... He simply had not had any reason any longer to resist.

"I want your thick, hard length," he began, eyes intent on that rigid pole of flesh, practically drooling at the sight, "rammed down my throat. Please... I need your meat, I need you to fuck my mouth, I need you to cram every inch you can into my mouth, shove my tongue out of the way, make me sore, pour your cum straight down my - gnngghhh!"

He grunted and groaned, a cock sealing away further words as his son smirked, his tail flicking as he looked down at him. Late afternoon light streamed through the windows, though it was lighter and whiter than pure sunshine, a cloudy day outside, though the bedroom was large enough here to give a nice illusion of space, which was appreciated. There was nothing Zain disliked more than feeling cramped and closed in, thrusting hard, grinding and rolling his hips to shove his cock right down into his father's throat.

"Ah... Fuck... There's nothing like a father's slutty throat, hm?"

One thing about equine anthros was that they didn't have a gag reflex, so there was nothing at all there to restrict Zain from shoving deep, his fleshy, fat cock head throbbing as it delved into the heat of his father's throat. He nickered, nostrils fluttering, though it was deeper and more guttural than usual, pressing on, every roll of his hips cramming his cock deeper and deeper.

Or so it felt to him, losing himself in succulent pleasure, from the throb of his aching member to the tightness of his father's throat. Oh, Ferras was a good slut, but, in a way, it was even hotter to his son that he was his father. That illicit, taboo nature... Zain nipped excitedly at his lip, holding his father's head in place as he slammed in, harder and faster, filling his father's mouth with his cock until the stallion had no chance but to let his cheeks bulge out in an effort to hold his cock.

"Unff... Yes... Suck my dick... Come on, slut, you know what daddy likes."

Ferras shivered. Oh, it was wrong, so very wrong, for his son to refer to himself like that, but the use of the word made him prickle all over with illicit heat, grunting, groaning, drooling around that fat length of stallion flesh. He pressed his tongue devoutly to the underside, wanting to taste more, though he was only there to serve, only there to please, slipping down so very easily into his submissive role.

It was easier there, safer there. There, he didn't have to think, sure that all the important decisions would be made for him. It was comforting, so he only had to think about being the best cock sucking bitch that he could possibly be, whimpering, moaning, grunting, slavering and drooling. That cock rammed deep, hurting the back of his throat, but it was a good kind of hurt, the kind of hurt that made him grunt and moan, thrusting his own hips as his hard cock spilt out of his sheath, the fat length ignored.

It wasn't his orgasm, not before his master son, that was important, after all. He only had to think of his son, sucking down his beautiful cock, running his tongue over the smooth bump of the medial ring and the head when Zain drew back enough, though he only had to suck. He only had to be a hole to be fucked and enjoyed.

And that was release, allowing him to take a deep, long exhale through his nostrils, blowing out air even as Zain pounded his mouth roughly, crudely. He slammed in with raw, wild abandon, stomping a hoof, and Ferras was there as he lost control, sending hot, lewd spurts of thick cum, so viscous that it seemed to cling to Ferras' throat even as he tried, desperately, to gulp it down.

He wanted to be a good pony, a good colt for his son, yes. His eyes fell half-lidded, dimly aware of his son caressing his face, the curve of his cheek, telling him what a good cock sucking slut he was as he made sure that not a single drop of Ferras' cum went to waste.

Yes... Yes, he was good, he could be good. He knew he could be good. Always good, grunting at the pressure in his throat, gulping and swallowing eagerly and urgently around Ferras' dick just to make sure he got every drop.

"Good slut..."

As long as he got to release in sweet submission, cared for and protected, Ferras was keener than ever to do every dirty little thing that his son wanted him to do and more...

Only time would tell, however, just how the taboo relationship between them would grow...

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Thank you for reading! This is a preview of a collection of five mini stories featuring gay incest between anthro stallion characters. It is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commiss.io!

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1175905

Commiss.io: https://commiss.io/listings/R50j

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Stallion Son Bound in Bondage

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"It's not time for you to worry, son."

Rudy whimpered, the stallion quivering in bondage, his cock forced to remain out from his sheath by use of a cock ring, the kind that tightened around the base and vibrated, forcing him to maintain his erection. A pattern of black, leather straps crisscrossed his torso, locking his arms behind his back in leather sleeves, the locks kept tucked away from questing, interested fingers.

No... Nathan didn't want his son to escape, the older, slightly more grizzled stallion rougher around the edges with a muscled frame but more fat, due to his age and lesser fitness, on his body, more weight around his stomach. It wasn't that he had let himself go, of course, smirking as he rubbed his chin, the rougher, grey hairs there while the rest of his body still gleamed a glossy black. It was more that it was just what happened to a body when an equine grew old.

He stood at the side of his father's bedroom, the black and white stallion the epitome of an athlete in his prime, rippling with muscle. He had a rugby player's body and was ready to go into the next level up, angling to play professionally after finishing his studies - there had already been league scouts out interested in him, looking for young adult players just like him. Even though he was determined to finish university first, just to make sure that he had something, anything, that he could fall back on, it was hard not to get caught up in the pressure of everything bundling together.

But he was stressed, so stressed, and, well...with a weird kind of relationship with his father...things had changed. Sure, they'd fucked and they'd done things as adults that fathers and sons didn't typically do. And yet Rudy wanted it, craved it, the two of them longing for it, the black and white stallion preferring to be on his knees, to submit, to find release in something that he had never considered.

His father caressed his cock, bringing him back to the present moment, taking the time to spread his legs apart with a thick spreader back, locking the leather cuffs around the narrow point of his legs, just below his fetlocks. Tightening it there, of course, meant that it would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, for Rudy to get off, even if he did try to scrape his hooves against it.

"Good boy, Rudy... Relax... I'm in control now. Do you remember your safe word?"

Rudy trembled, letting Nathan caress his cheek.

"Yes... Pears."

Nathan smiled.

"Good boy. Listen to the sound of my voice... Feel my hand on your cock..."

He trembled and tried to stop, but, restrained as he was, he had to keep both hooves on the ground. There was a bridle on his face too, though no bit in his mouth, the reins hooked up above his head to the O-ring that had been set up, high, into the wall. That kept his head elevated, though there was a little slack in the reins, shaking his head back and forth as he tried to balance. That was another challenge, nostrils flaring, looking down at his father's hand on his cock, how he caressed him, stroking slowly, so very slowly, up and down the length.

He grunted and groaned, chewing.

"Father... Master..."

"What is it, boy? Speak up."

He groaned.

"Please... Please, let me cum."

Nathan smiled, though there was no warmth in it. Sometimes a father had to be cruel to be kind. And his son would have to wait.

"Not yet."

Rudy shuddered, though he swallowed his son. He might have been a colt to toy with, at least to his father, but he didn't want to show weakness, no. That had always been a fault of his, playing rugby, around others - showing weakness. Some guys were crude like that, pouncing on weakness without any warning, wanting to rip the weak down to the ground. He knew, logically, that that meant that they were not secure in themselves, but that did not mean that it was not still difficult for him to stand his ground without reverting to aggression himself.

Young stallions had a lot to deal with. He was just one of them.

"Relax, son..."

Yes, maybe that was better, better in a way, though he had to focus. He'd been denied orgasm for what seemed like hours already, even though it had only been minutes in reality. He groaned, lowering his head, showing off the beautiful arch of his neck. At least, that was what his father told him, sweeping his black mane off his neck, fingers teasing through the hairs where they blended, close to his shoulders, into white.

He had to listen, had to feel every throb and every pulse of his cock as he was denied orgasm. And yet it did something for him too, making him throb, lust rising, even when he thought that he could not possibly be even more turned on than he was.

Time ceased to matter, though he did not stress about his studies. He didn't even think about the training he had yet to complete, his muscles sore even with the tension slipping from them, bit by bit. He groaned, chewing and licking, despite there not being anything in his mouth, no bit to hold him firm, though his father kindly gave him his fingers to suck on, as if he was being offered a cock.

"Mmmmph..."

"That's it, boy, it's just you and me, nothing else..."

Rudy moaned, nodding softly. Yes, only him, only his father. He didn't have to think about anything other, oh no... No... No, it was wrong of him to do that. But he could do better, yes...

His cock ached and throbbed, but he slipped away - all to the point where time didn't matter, where only listening to his father bringing him to the edge and back down again mattered. It was torture, but it was a torture that was a kind of relief too - for it was in the hands of another.

It was needed, so very much so... And, in the end, Rudy did not even realise when Nathan had released him from the cock ring, allowing the full swell of his orgasm to flow through him. He moaned and nickered, locking his legs and leaning back against the wall, even though he had to do something, anything, lust exploding through him. It tangled with ecstasy, though the younger stallion was by no means in control of anything at all as he spent his load, shooting his dirty seed onto the bedroom floor without any care for where it landed.

He didn't have to think about that, even if his father might well make him clean it up later, as an act of service to him. That would be nice, a soothing recovery, though sweat coated his hide, frothing and foaming under the leather straps on his chest, and he would surely need a long, hot shower with his father taking care of his colt first.

"Good boy..."

Relaxation was easier when someone else was in control. Letting his head hang into his father's hand, Rudy smiled faintly, still spurting his seed onto the floor.

"Let it all out..."

Yes. Yes, he would.

Only because it was what his master wanted of him.

Thank you for reading! This is a preview of a collection of five mini stories featuring gay incest between anthro stallion characters. It is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commiss.io!

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