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Facing the Storm: Rough Approach

You tell the boy that he has to sleep nude with you if he wants to stay in your room. He hesitates, and another flash of lightening prompts him to discard his garments. You pull him to the bed and turn him over your knee. After you tell him that he needs to learn some respect, you smack his bare ass, and he screams from the pain. You continue to spank his blue behind until he ceases to struggle and begs for your forgiveness with tears in his eyes.

You have him stand in the corner to think about how he has been behaving as you lay on the bed and watch him. Leery of any deceit, you scrutinize his slim, short, trembling frame. At the next crash of lightning and thunder, he's crouched and cowering in the corner, satisfying your proof of his fear.

Having mentally prepared yourself, you get behind him and command him to his feet at attention, in true military fashion. He complies readily. You spit on your thick finger and start pushing it into his tailhole. He screams as you slowly force your way into his tight, virgin anus. When you're three knuckles in you stop, leaving him a moment to accommodate as he pathetically whimpers. His body jerks when he hears another rumble, and he moans from the feel of his clenched hole around your digit. You slowly pull out prompting another moan as he leans forward. You command him to straighten up, which he does, and you continue to pull, pushing back in when only the tip was left. You slowly continue this until soft, drawn out moans sound from his muzzle. You increase your speed, and, soon, you're digit is effortlessly traveling through his love canal.

Satisfied that he was enjoying this and thus was likely to want everything else you have in mind for him, you roughly pull out and turn him around by the shoulder. His dark blue fur is flushed red from embarrassment, and his grey, cut cock stands perfectly at attention. You grab his ears and direct his face to look at your own fully erect third horn. His eyes widen and jaw slacks at the sight of your black, Pringles can size manhood. He doesn't even react when you push him onto his knees.

At your command, he latches his muzzle onto your sizable shlong. With hooves on his head, you buck in and out of his increasingly wet maw as he gags from the sudden relentless assault on his throat. Before long, you hilt your cattle prod into his body as tears form in his anxious eyes. He accidently bites down on your dick when a bolt flashes in the sky, prompting you to growl in pain. You pull your entire length out of him and look down upon him, with the dominance of a commanding officer gazing at an unruly grunt.

Grabbing his arm without a word, you pull him to the mirrored sliding door of your closet and lean him forward, placing his paws on the glass. You smack his little ass a few times with your big hoof, and he pleads for your mercy. You stop, leaving him to cry for a few moments. You line up your dick with his hole and force yourself in with one, powerful, thrust. He screams so loud that he drowns out the sound of the storm's thunder. Your hands holding his hips, you impale him over and over until his screams of pain become moans of pleasure. In the mirror's reflection, you see his young prick jerk on its own and dribble pre on your carpet.

For the duration of your merciless assault on his now loosened tailhole, he doesn't react, even once, to the flash of lightening or crash of thunder. He edges to his climax as you press his face to the mirror, which instantly begins to fog from the heat generated by his breath and body. You pull your bovine manhood all the way out of his ass and immediately slam balls-deep into the unprepared adolescent. His physical being tightens from the impact, causing his boy-cunt to strangle your massive cock. You unload your hot, voluminous seed into his tiny mangina. He rears back his head and moans as his young, grey, neglected staff fires his cum onto the mirror, just as a bolt of lightning explodes in the clouds. You pull out, and he collapses onto his knees with a look of unbridled ecstasy on his face. You grab his ears, hold his head to the glass, and command him to clean the mess he made. He obediently laps up his fresh bunny juice off the mirror as you release his ears and gently, yet dominantly stroke his head fur.

You walk back to your bed and lay on your back, free of your stresses. The teen sits on the floor and stares back at you as your male milk spills out of his thoroughly tenderized tailhole. You beckon him to you with your digit, prompting him to crawl cautiously to your bed like a frightened pup. You pat the space beside you and he gets in. He shivers from the cool night air. You pull him into your brawny body and pull the covers over both of your bodies as you hold him tightly to you.

After some moments of silence, you talk. You let him know that tomorrow he has two choices: do the chores you give him like a good little soldier, or spend the day with you and talk about what's going on with him. He simply nods in understanding. The two off you fall asleep as the storm rages on, and, in that time, he doesn't react at all to the thunder and lightning.

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