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Gabriel trudged down the dingy corridor of the warehouse they were using as a makeshift prison. Dressed in the neon orange overalls he'd had thrust into his paws as soon as he'd walked on site, he kept his head hung low. They weren't entirely his size, though part of him suspected that was supposed to be the point, with the fluffed white of his chest showing as his torso filled out the top half near to bursting. The legs had been torn by an assistant to make the whole damn thing fit, leaving his thighs to feel the cold air as it brushed up through the tattered remains of each legging. Shackles clanked at his hooves and wrists, his paws clasped in front of his groin, led along by a heavy set horse with a bear following up close behind. They, unlike the stallion in orange, were dressed in imposing prison guard outfits. Nothing quite so official - they bordered something more along the lines of a regular cop - but it did the job decently enough to pass as authentic.

"Inmate two-six-eight-one; this'll be your home from home for the next year," the stallion in front of him barked the words, the sound clumping in his mouth as though he were chewing a wad of tobacco. Mirrored shades shielded his eyes, giving Gabe only a distorted reflection of himself, shabby as it was in his costume, before the gate was slung open, "You wanna go get a coffee, Ivan? I'll take care of our guest. Get him settled in just right..."

The bear grumbled, shaking his head as he turned and lumbered away,

"Fine," he spat, "But I get the next one. You've been calling the horses far too much." The other guard just smiled, grabbing Gabe's shoulder roughly and practically throwing him inside. He had, of course, been expecting the move. He'd been told that by the stallion just before the cameras had begun rolling that he was to anticipate some force to keep up the appearance. The guard stepped in after him, the door hurtling shut with a threatening boom that rung in his ears.

Gabriel knew the other horse's name was CJ - or at least, that was what he went by off the set. He had no idea what his character was called.

It had been a spur of the moment thing. He'd had connections with the studios for a while, doing freelance modelling for them as and when it was available for some extra cash on the side. It wasn't much, certainly not a prospective career to move into - not that he wanted it - but it paid his rent and put food in his cupboards. There was little to complain about aside from the fact it always seemed to be underwear shoots. One guy can only put on so much clothing before it begins to wane on you. The horse was at his wits end where his friend had pulled through for him.

"Come on, Gabe. It's just for a few hours and it'll really boost your confidence! You can get paid too!"

"No chance." It transpired that Martin had clinched a deal with the studios, and they were calling upon past models they liked to see if anybody was interested. The mutt had brought him up as a potential candidate for one the new films, having already proven to be good in the sack.Back then though, Gabe had felt that maybe putting himself on camera would be the last thing he'd want. Sure, he'd had a bit of a mixed up background regarding himself sexually, but starring in an actual adult film might have been pushing the boat out too far. Whether he got paid or not was irrelevant. It was a matter of integrity.

"It's one thousand an hour. They're pulling out all the stops for me." He had put on those cute puppy dog eyes to persuade the horse, "Please? Do it for me? You can try it out, and if you really don't like it I can draft in someone else but you'd still get paid for your time? I'd make it up to you, of course."

At the time, there was no other choice really. Though he didn't like to admit it, times were hard and any work that paid was a godsend. He'd reluctantly agreed,

"Fine; I'll do it, but you so owe me."

"I'll do anything you want.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

As he stood back up to regard the horse he'd be filming with, he couldn't help but think of what exactly he could have the mutt do as recompense for what he was about to endure. You didn't need extensive knowledge to know that CJ was formidable. Gabe had last heard he was talking about quitting, but there he stood, the chestnut stallion proudly bearing his muscled build in all his glory. When he'd signed on for the film, he figured he'd be put with somebody of a different species, a different build even. There seemed to be trends of big, buff tops with even bigger dicks having the slimmer and cuter guys submit to them as of late, but this was a welcome change. According to the script he'd been given just a month before, he was the sportsman in for assault on some petty charge, given a weak sentence rather than just a fine to make an example of him to the celebrity world, and CJ here was to be his guard wanting a bit more from the criminal under his ward.

"You've had your face splashed all across the papers, pretty boy," CJ said, folding his arms across his thick chest and putting himself into a very intimidating stance, legs spread apart just enough to give him the impression that he was just a wall of power. "Lots of rumours flying round about you, about how you got snapped sucking your coach's cock before a big game, about how you flirted and fucked the full forward: 'the ruck ruts and goes full forward'. Can't forget a headline like that."

"Yeah, so?" He spat back, maintaining the air of indignation and naivety he had been informed to keep. CJ smiled, his broad muzzle breaking out into a sinister grin. A camera lingered over the horses shoulder from behind Gabe, watching the stallion who leisurely and carefully picked his way towards the other male,

"So I think we can work out a deal. See, life behind bars ain't pretty, and a pretty boy like you is gonna get some real nasty attention if he doesn't play his cards right." CJ stepped up to Gabe at his fullest height, putting his size over that of him. Gabe had been told to keep himself small, no matter what the comparison be, so that the shot would work, "We don't want that pretty face of yours getting all mashed up because you had to be taught a lesson in being a prison bitch..." In an act of dominance, to just reiterate the point in a single gesture, the Shire draft reached up and brushed his index finger along Gabe's jaw, tracing a fine line down from the back of his muzzle to the front of his lips, waiting there for a moment too long, making the whole motion now seem uncomfortable and alluding to something serious, "I don't want to see your pretty face like that, so a word to the wise; do as your told, and we won't be leaving scars across it."

"Fuck you!" Gabe hissed out his final desperate act for his masculinity and free will. All part of the plan, of course, but the sudden lunge that CJ made for the horses throat was a little improvised. The stallion buckled as his shackled limbs could do nothing to save him from the male's tight and powerful grasp,

"Don't get mouthy with me, pretty boy, or I'll be the first to fuck you over, though you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want me to breed you silly, like a fucking mare, huh pretty boy?!" Gabe didn't answer. He wasn't supposed to. Not that he could; all his focus was put to breathing, making sure he didn't actually choke for real in the stallions clutches, "Here's the deal then, pretty boy, and listen up good because I'm only offering it once. You let me own your ass whilst you're here, and I'll stop the real criminals from making things difficult for you." Hesitation flashed across Gabe's eyes - or at least, it was meant to. He'd never really acted anything out before, so it was a first for him. CJ continued with the intended plot nevertheless, "If you're weighing up the options, look at it this way; sooner or later, someone's gonna rape that perky ass of yours. It can either be me and you won't get hurt much... or you can take your chances with the rest of 'em back on the block. I hear Murphy packs a pretty hefty weapon, if you know what I mean... You should listen to the screams his unlucky cell mates make when the lights go out. It's either him or me, pretty boy."

Gabe's eyes flitted side to side for a moment, pretending to process the information. He resisted the urge to glance at the camera which hovered just a few feet away, surveying the scene of the Shire standing over Clydesdale, one submitting to the other. The answer might have already been decided, but Gabe was getting a rush from this brutal dominance. It was heavy-pawed, uncaring for his desires or opinion, only concerned with owning his ass. It was true to the stallion's reputation: CJ was as cold-blooded as some had said he was.

"Well pretty boy, what's it going to be?"

"What's the catch?" This was the other half of the premise, something that would later be carried on through the film. Something the stallion was looking forward to.

"Not just a pretty face, are we?" CJ chuckled, letting the horse go finally. Gabe wheezed in a few quick breaths just to satisfy his lungs, letting the dull burn subside, "Most just think you're a dumb college jock who got lucky, but you've got brains... Here's the catch. For the whole year you're under my protection, you don't cum. Mares don't shoot their load everywhere. They moan and sate their stud's needs. Understand?" CJ reached down and grabbed at Gabe's jewels, his paw engulfing the male's crotch and squeezing his orbs until the Clydesdale was dancing on his hooves, "These... are mine, and whilst they are you don't get to use them. Ever." Gabe let loose a convincing whimper, mimicking any man who'd be intimidated and terrified of his predicament. But as the stallion crushed his nuts, he couldn't help but throb down below, arousal sparking in his gut and starting up flames of lust. Gods, he wanted this so badly right now, only a few more lines of dialogue to go before they'd get down to the important parts...

"But... can't I cum just once...?" He cowered, CJ releasing his iron grip of the horse's sack. The guard growled, displeased but considering the idea, as per the script,

"Maybe... But only when I say, and if I do decide to let you cum, you'll follow my every command to the mother-fucking letter," he punctuated every syllable, a solid punch to the Clydesdale's gut with each snapped sound, "Understand?!"

"Yes sir..." Gabe said, his tone reluctant and regretful, but his mind was swimming with need. The stallion leant forward and unlocked the male's shackles, the heavy metal clattering to the floor as he was released from bondage. Not that he would have complained were CJ to later put him back into them, but that was a later scene, something to look forward to at the very least. As he rubbed his wrists from the soreness, relieved all the same that he could move freely, he heard CJ barking orders at him,

"Strip boy! Let's see what I've got to work with."

Not wanting to disappoint, Gabriel rose up to his full height, his mane just about glancing across the cell's roof. They certainly weren't giving them much room to move about in, though the pair of horses were on the larger size... everyone else seemed normal, pivoting lights around and pacing about with cameras slugged upon their shoulders. A ferret wielding a particularly obtuse camcorder took up a spot in the corner of the would-be prison, giving him a panoramic shot of musty surroundings. The Clydesdale picked at the buttons of his ghastly overalls, the clothing practically bursting apart to reveal his toned chest covered beneath. Tufts of white peeked through, the hideous orange until the coat trailed to darker brown, then black. He lifted away the upper portion of his overalls, shrugging his arms out of them in barely anything resembling an elegant fashion. His feathering had clumped up in the sleeves, but as he drew his paws back out, his fur found the air to breath. Bare-chested before the guard, he pulled at the partition on his hips, tugging them down until the entire thing fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. He hadn't been wearing else except that, so as he kicked his hooves free, he was left stark naked in a musty cell with a Shire leering across the way at him. Whilst not ashamed to bear all, it was unnerving the have the other stallion stare at him for so long, unmoving and merely licking his lips as though savouring the fresh sight of hot, juicy meat. Gabe rubbed at the scar across his shoulder with one paw, if only to find something to do with them rather than keep them hanging limply at his sides.

"Hmm..." CJ mused, walking round the horse in a slow, purposeful circle, "Not too bad..." Gabe felt a paw grope at his ass cheek, squeezing the globe beneath a heavy grasp, "Gonna be tough keeping everyone off you... But it's not impossible. Alright - fine. Undress me."

With a slight nob, the Clydesdale stood up to CJ. Their heights were relatively the same, perhaps only an inch difference between them, though from the camera's perspective that was all pointless. To the viewer at home, in an adult sex shop, or goodness knows where else, all they'd be seeing was two buff studs with big dicks about, with the knowledge one of them was going to get their brains pounded out of them. With this image burnt into his mind, of his body sweating and his sweet moans filling the air as CJ ploughed him from behind, knuckles white as he clutched the bars whilst a camera looked on, he plucked at the Shire's buttons to his uniform. The gaudy looking shirt was picked apart as Gabe stripped the horse down for him. Normally such an act was reserved for the more intimate of couples, but as the Clydesdale revealed the ripped chest of the man before him, it felt lewd and abhorrently sexy. CJ just gave him a dirty smirk, his eyes piercing the fellow horse's soul as he untucked the shirt and helped the stallion to peel it from his torso. That joined Gabe's crumpled and forgotten overalls, and his fingers sought out the clasp to CJ's buckle, picking at the latch and releasing the belt. As he draw the belt apart, he couldn't help but hold his gaze with CJ, staring into those eyes as they both knew what was happening. Gabe could forget the cameras, forget the crowd which surrounded him, and forget his whereabouts for as long as he looked at the stallion, just as he unzipped his fly and then pulled down the horse's immaculate uniform trousers. The formal attire fell away to reveal pristine white briefs, a hefty bulge hidden away behind snow white underwear that Gabe had no doubt would live up to the legend. As his paws brushed over the swollen appendage in question, he could already feel its heat radiating through the thin stretched fabric. It was hypnotic, charming him to release it into the dusty air.

Gabe couldn't resist. Who couldn't?

He picked at the waistband and pulled CJ's underwear down. To pull the whole thing off though meant squatting down upon his haunches, letting the Shire step out of them one leg at a time; Gabe kept his gaze fixed downward though, almost out of fear that if he looked up he'd be mesmerised by the stud's package. He had to though... The Clydesdale looked up from his crouching position, and his eyes fell upon the horse's endowment. As he watched it grow and spill free from its confines, he licked his lips in anticipation. The leathery skin that ballooned as it pumped full with blood swelled to reveal CJ's monster that bobbed between his legs. It dribbled a delicious looking bead of salty pre from its blunt head, a pearl of taste waiting, begging to be lapped up. Gabe wanted so badly to lean for and just plant his lips against the flare, to suckle and milk the cock dry for all its worth until every quart of cum had been drained from the male's impressive balls that hung below. He was about to, but not before CJ intervened, scalding him,

"Don't you dare; I want you to spit shine my hooves, pretty boy, not guzzle my cock like some cheap ass whore from the corner. If you want my protection, you gotta earn it, just like any other inmate."

The stallion folded his ears back, unhappy he'd been tasked with something as laborious and humiliating as licking another man's hoof, but what choice did he have? They were recording as they spoke, and the story called for Gabe to submit to whatever whim CJ had in mind. He must have been given some extended version of the script, since the one the Clydesdale had received was filled with blank pages here and there.

"It's just to ensure you give an honest reaction to the sex scenes... You know, to give it a more realistic atmosphere."

That fucking mutt...

Without much else to be done, Gabe lurched back onto his knees, lowering his head to the ground to kiss the hooves of the stallion who stood above him. He fell into the male's shadow as he reached his snout forward, his nose snuffling the air for any acrid scents. It was relatively plain. The simply aroma of natural musk, perhaps scuffed dirt that had tarnished the otherwise glossy surface, but relatively acceptable. Gabe was certain a lens was watching him, positioned to catch the best shot as his tongue lolled forward and then made contact with the first hoof. He picked the one that looked most grubby, hoping to perhaps dull his senses quickly so he could get one with it. Flares of earthy notes and tangy tastes washed across his tongue as he licked the enamel, kissing the roughened surface before attempting to make out with it. It was best to pretend that was what he was doing, worshipping the hoof as though it were the back of a paw, or a muscle of some sort. As he licked and lapped over and over, taking every speck of grime off until he left it glimmering, he couldn't help but blush, just picturing in his head the look upon CJ's face as he 'shamed' the former sporting star. A celebrity elite put on his paws and knees and made to slather his mouth over a dirty hoof was probably getting a few people off with the power play in the not too distant future, and that look he imagined CJ having, that sordid, filthy look of dominance and arrogance, twisting his leg this way and that so that it ensured Gabe got to lap across every inch until there was nothing left to clean. He moved to the second one just as his cock began to swell and pulse with rushes of blood, his arousal growing in the sound belief he was submitting himself in the most humiliating way imaginable to the horse looming over him. He reached a sneaking paw back to stroke apologetically at his emerging length, grinding his fingertips along his flare and sliding down slowly to the medial ring, occupying his mouth with kissing and lapping CJ's other hoof. It still tortured his mind that he'd been denied an orgasm so many times over the course of the day. He imagined he'd have to crumble, be allowed to go off set and rub one out somewhere. Would they let him do that? He had a feeling Martin might stick his nose in it and force him to carry on regardless of his desperation. All for the film, right?

"That's right, pretty boy... Jack yourself off. Let me see it, wank your boy cock until you're at the edge then stop. Don't even think about shooting or I'll make your life hell for the next year."

Gabe blushed an even dark shade, furious he'd been caught, but obedient all the same. He wrapped his whole paw around his shaft as it grew fuller and firmer, sliding his grip down the shaft ever so slowly to savour the sensation, to draw out the inevitable anguish he'd be facing. As he suckled upon CJ's grimy hoof, he felt something inside him give way, pre dribbling from his cock like a faucet. He was enjoying this... Sure, it might have been degrading, but usually he was on top. He was the one to be giving commands and ultimately dominating, but the switch in power dynamics was interesting... even hot in a way. It might not be a permanent thing, but there and now Gabe was churning up pre at an alarming rate as he licked the hoof, stroking himself off like in such depravity that it just made him even hornier. He jacked his cock harder, faster, waiting until he could feel the tell-tale burn in his loins that warned him of an oncoming flood of horse cum. With fingers digging into solid, slick flesh, bent down with his rump raised to the air and tail swatting his cheeks in idle nervousness, he felt a surge as an orgasm threatened to blow the dams apart,

"Stop!"

Immediately, he stopped stroking, breaking off from the hoof with a gasp, spittle dangling from his sodden chin. He panted with heavy breaths, wanting to just ignore the stallion above him and push himself just that little bit further until his dick would splurge all across the floor, but he didn't. He needed to get paid for this, after all. He'd ruin a perfectly good scene if he came now, and they'd kick him off set before he even had a chance for a second go at it. It annoyed him that he had to hold back, but he did so anyway with a pitiful whine as his body drifted away from the brink.

"Good boy... See? This is gonna work out just fine..." For CJ, certainly, for him, he doubted it. "Right, pretty boy, come meet my weapon. You're gonna get well acquainted with him over the next year..."

Gabe rose up, his legs screaming with an ache of discomfort, but he ignored it. Instead he focused on the tool CJ held with one paw, shaking it about to give it a slight wobble as its weight was too great for its structure. Once more, the Clydesdale got a good eyeful of the member as it swayed about, jutting out from the horse's crotch as a tower of intimidating flesh. Once more it had a thick droplet of pre collecting at its tip, and now with given permission, Gabe leant forward, tongue outstretched, to catch the globule before it dropped and was lost to a dirty floor. No doubt CJ would have made him lick it up anyway, but Gabe didn't dwell on that. He put his mind to the cock now placed against his lips, its heat burning its taste onto his mouth. Bitter pre and a masculine musk mixed with the earlier samples of horse hoof to create a peculiar concoction inside the Clydesdale's muzzle. As he opened his lips wider, putting them to the man's flare and engulfing it in his mouth, he believed he might get a stronger flavour that didn't leave such a dusty tang upon his tongue. He put said tongue to the underside of CJ's length, sliding the cock down into his muzzle and then further into his throat, cutting off his gag reflex so that he'd be able to take the entire male's size. Bracing his paws on either side of the Shire's hips, Gabe fed upon the cock pushing deep into his neck, bulging out his gullet and stretching his jaw wide apart. Though the ache was nothing new to the stallion, it always left him with a spine-tingling sensation as he swallowed down a male. His twitched at the very thought of taking the thick member up his ass, wondering how it would feel to every the searing inches that slide along his throat sliding instead along his guts. Softly moaning at the image, shuddering in the muted cold, he felt CJ's paw push at the back of his head, urging him to move faster. He sucked upon all that he could, that medial ring popping past his lips over and over again with quicker speed as he guzzled down the cock. Faint bursts of pre would fall across his tongue when he moved off the dick far enough, but it was a rare taste as CJ would push him back down again swiftly, keeping his warm mouth fixed around the shaft and his nose snuffling against the male's coarse pubes, breathing in the stench of a true man.

Gabe wondered how long the stallion could go on. His orgasms were infamous, both for the actual occasion and for how long he could hold them off until it was time to blow his load. He lost track of time as CJ fucked his skull, both paws now gripping at his head and using the contours and ears as excellent places to clamp down and power into the Clydesdale's face. He needn't even hold up his paws to keep the stallion from bucking too hard into his muzzle as it seemed the Shire no longer cared, his heavy balls slapping against Gabe's wet chin. As much as he wanted to stroke himself off whilst his face was abused, and even succumbing to the temptation and eventually beginning to rub his drooling length, CJ was quick to remind him of his predicament,

"Don't you fucking..." He gave a decidedly hard shove into the horse's muzzle, a grimace set as his expression and a grunt bursting from his lips, "Don't you fucking cum!"

Fighting off the enticing desire to unload was difficult, even if it meant going home with empty pockets, but Gabe kept his resolve. His jaw ached ad his throat felt raw as against all odds the horse continued to fuck his throat, pushing in as deep as was possible, pubic fur grinding against his nostrils and crotch pushed to his lips. All he could provide was a healthy, strong suction to keep CJ entertained as he slammed into the slick mouth, spit coating his leathered cock until it was gleaming with saliva. Gabe was at least thankful he'd slathered the horse's meat; he knew there would be no lube provided for this shot, if any at all. CJ wouldn't be going in completely dry for the next stage of his 'initiation'. For now, he let CJ carry on using his muzzle like his own personal fuck toy; all the while he kept jacking himself off to the edge, lingering there for a moment as he let his cock bob pathetically free, pleading for him to finish the job, before reluctantly falling away from the climax. Again he'd repeat, stroking his cock from base to tip until his head was flaring and pulsing with a rush of a bursting orgasm until he'd let go and then wait for the sensation to die down to nothing but a quiet whimper. There was no way to silence the blazing need of release, but at least he could wait for it to become discreet reminder of his circumstances.

Abruptly, CJ pulled his cock free from the stallion's muzzle with a wet and unceremonious slurp, a hanging line of drool connecting his member to Gabe's lips. As it fell, it splattered against his chest, but he didn't mention anything about it, merely looking up at his 'protector' whilst the cameras panned about them. He would have to see how he looked afterwards, if only to capture that moment where he gazed up longingly with lust in his eyes as CJ stared down at him, mouth dropped open in a savage grunt of need.

"Lie down on your back, legs up in the air and spread apart. I wanna mount your little boy pussy."

Not entirely wanting to lay upon the grotty floor, he did so anyway, rolling back on his buttocks until he was lying down for the male. Gabe lifted his legs back, paws hooking his thighs and pulling back further until his weight had him put on the upper part of his body, ass stretched open and his hole exposed to the cold air. His cock and balls obscured the sight as he stared out from between his legs, softly panting as he now waited, anticipating the moment when he'd feel that fat cock pushing at his entrance, shoving its way inside and tearing him a new one. He'd actually get to tell people he'd been fucked by a porn star... He knew of several who'd get jealous at that. He watched as CJ knelt down onto his knees slowly, one leg at a time, until he drew near enough level with the Clydesdale. That meat throbbed before his very eyes as it stuck out, piercing the air and shining in the half-light. Holding his breath, Gabe watched on as the Shire took a hold of his cock, pushing his fingers at the flare, and rubbed that blunt head across the fellow stallion's pucker. Gabe could feel the hotness and the dampness smear around his hole, giving him a moment to steel his nerves for what would shortly follow. Biting his bottom lip, waiting impatiently, CJ gave him one last sultry wink and a beaming grin before he rammed his crotch forward, shoving his head hard against the horse's rim.

Stars exploded in Gabe's mind as the sudden blow of sensations tore through his body. First was the issue of overcoming pain, and unfortunate but necessary side effect of getting fucked. Next came the feeling of fullness, of being spread open and observing the inability to close his hole. For as much as he clenched and convulsed around the cock that speared him open, there was no budging. He was left to endure, to grow and adapt to the shaft that now slid into his guts. After that was the unmistakable discomfort that underlined the pain as though to dissuade Gabe from going any further. He brushed it aside and instead put himself to focusing on the sensation of a hot cock worming its way into his depths. A good few inches had impaled him in the beginning, but now that foot long and more of a cock was being pushed into him, his hole opening up and lining with his spit. He groaned, no words being able to truly vocalise how he felt at that moment, feeling the hard member slip into him without remorse. CJ's body hung over his, putting his paws upon either side of the stallion's head as he leant forwards, forcing Gabe to fold back further on himself. His legs were spread upon each side of the Shire's shoulders, limp as the horse pushed forward, right up until his balls swatted at Gabe's tail. His lap was pressed up right against the Clydesdale's rear, feeling the two muscled bodies come flush with one another. For Gabe, this usually meant the next few intimate minutes - even hours - would be spent pleasuring one another with their talents. But this was unlike such a moment; this was primal. Instinctual, if that was the right word. There was nothing loving about this.

He felt CJ pull his hips back, rolling the cock out. Gabe juddered with the sensation as the meat withdrew from deep within him, feeling every inch pull back along his inner walls. The flare rubbed out against the passage, sliding along his prostate and leaving him to twitch and writhe. He was no stranger to getting fucked, that was for certain, but it was always a challenge to take a guy who wielded something as large as the Shire's - more so when they actually knew how to use it, and CJ could use his better than most. As the member was retracted, obeying its master, Gabe could do nothing to hurry the horse along. He was at his mercy, subjected to his will, and made to endure. Nothing else at that moment could have made him hornier. He grunted and whined as he felt the flare tug just at his rim, still nestled safely inside in the warm depths, whilst the rest of that cock sat on the outside awaiting the forward thrust. Gabe gasped for air when it came, feeling that spire of meat slam into him as though he were nothing but a tube for the stallion to fuck and breed. CJ's expression became feral, his lips peeling back and flapping to reveal a demonic, almost gruesome face of a stud losing himself to a bitch's heat, pheromones swimming and clouding his judgement and mind. He pulled back again, not giving Gabe a chance to recuperate from the blow, before smashing his hips home once more. He didn't let up, his pace unforgiving and his desires leaving no room for the Clydesdale's strangled moans to erupt out over the sound of wet flesh and slapping groins. Balls battered the horse's rump just as much the monster did, pummelling his guts into shape like a hammer crashing down upon an anvil and a molten sword. It certainly felt like one was plunging into his guts, just as hot and just as piercing, finding a way to push in deeper and deeper each time, spread wider and wider. Gabe grunted, clawing at CJ's arms that trembled with the exertion of pounding his pretty boy into the next cell over through the wall. He wanted to cum... He wanted so badly to cum... But it wasn't in the script, but maybe? Maybe an exception? As the cock plundered his ass, ripping him, as he predicted, a well-used and sloppy new one that dripped with pre and spit, he could feel his ground prostate sending the jolts of pleasure that longed for release, coaxing his body to cooperate instead of holding it all back and pushing it down through sheer willpower alone. But willpower was not enough - Gabe had to cum. He just had to.

"Aaah!" He moaned, a heady blush spreading across his cheeks as he tried to utter his request, "Sir! Pl-please may I-Aaaah! Please may I cum, sir? Please..." panting hard, he tried his best to keep a steady voice, between all the groans and whimpers as his body was thundered by the cock, feeling it piston in and out of him leaving only a burning lust glowing in his gut and a need for it go deeper, willing it to hit him harder and faster, "Please?!"

CJ, through it all, managed to remarkably hold a straight face, as though he was utterly detached from the sensation, not at all lost to the pleasure as Gabriel was. He thought for a moment, mulling it over in his mind. He did glance off to the side, when the camera was more interested in either spotting Gabe's delirious drunken face in the midst of blinding euphoria, or to catch a glimpse of that glorious cock slamming into his stretched out hole. Somebody must have given him the go ahead, since he turned his attention back to the babbling horse that was moaning beneath him,

"Fine..." he huffed, feigning displeasure, "But one condition..." In one fluid motion, CJ shuffled up further, pushing Gabe's hips even higher and towards himself. His own member, still drooling neglected and forgotten, leaving a sticky trail of pre all across his chest and stomach, lurched forwards. Suddenly, his own member was being fed into his muzzle, the hefty length being pushed back into his mouth. Natural anatomy didn't allow him to take much, but at least half of his own cock was stuffed into his face, lips sealing around the ring instinctively, a look of surprise flashing across his face, "You have to suck yourself off... and swallow. You spill a drop, and I'll leave you to the other guys tonight in the showers. Now get to work. I ain't gonna last long and if you haven't cum before me then tough shit."

Gabe's eyes widened. He was on the clock, and frantically he started sucking. The sensations weren't as alien as they should be, but it was still an unusual and boggling feeling; as he sucked, normally he did not have the grace to be both stuffing his muzzle as well as having his dick swallowed, but here he was dealing with both. For every lick he made, he felt. For every nibble he had, he shuddered. For every flick of a tongue he did, he dribbled onto himself, tasted himself... All the while, he had CJ thumping into his guts with that bludgeon of meat that was unrelentingly sliding in and out of him like a careening train, over and over. The edging worked in his favour though. He began to grunt and squirm beneath the stallion, feeling his cock pulse and surge with the warning of his oncoming climax. A camera zipped to his face immediately, as CJ gave a push forward to let just a little more of his cock enter his mouth and prevented him from pulling back. Gabe waited, perhaps for the longest time he'd remembered during sex, as he felt his orgasm rise up slowly like something out of the grave, once dead and now burning with new life. His balls seized up, his dick seized up in his mouth, and his flare engorged itself inside his muzzle; then the flood of seed came, rushing forth and shooting onto his tongue. He tasted his flavours, familiar bitterness of his own natural juices painting his mouth and cheeks with rich spooge. He grunted as his cheeks began to swell, overloaded with cum that continued to surge forward. He had no other choice but to start swallowing, opening up his throat and taking down big gulps of his own jizz. Over and over he took gulping swallows, tasting every drop of his own potent seed, soon his mouth tasting nothing else but his own batter. When finally his orgasm abated and his cock was left soft and dribbling dregs, he let it go from his muzzle and gasped for air, cum smeared around his lips. CJ looked down at him with a dirty grin,

"That's the last time you're ever going to cum, pretty boy..."

As though to signify Gabe's denial of his own natural masculinity from now on, he felt CJ speed up, hammering his cock into his guts with renewed strength and vigour. Already spent, the Clydesdale could do nothing but wait it out, panting breathlessly as his body was pushed beyond its limits of endurance to last the final few minutes. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long, as soon he saw the Shire's face contort in a genuine ecstasy... and then relief.

Gabe grunted as CJ hilted in one final, deep thrust, flare pushing out his guts and swelling his taut abdominal muscles; a flood of heat and goo shot into him, the pulsing cock unloading its nut deep inside. As he came, CJ clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth together, neighing loudly into the quiet cell whilst he claimed the stallion's ass for his own.

"FUCK!"

Unable to stop it all, Gabe lay back as he felt himself fill up with fresh horse seed, riding out the Shire's climax until his balls were emptied a thick, sloshing load of cum was sitting somewhere in his bowels, plugged by a swollen flare that kept its firmness for much longer than was possible. CJ panted hard over the fellow male, looking down at him with a blank expression that belied nothing to him. Gabe watched him, exhausted and thinking they could take a break whilst they recovered some strength, but miraculously, CJ kept up his persona, not stopping the scene for a moment. A camera kept a good shot of them going at all times, catching the orgasm as it had happened, and now recorded the tense afterglow for all that it was worth.

"Oh pretty boy," the Shire cooed in a dangerously predatory tone, "I'm gonna have so much fun with you..."

Gabriel didn't doubt it, collapsing back upon the cell floor and breathing in cum-slicken gulps of air, wondering just how many 'hours' the mutt had had in mind.