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A Final Dance ((AFD)

A nervous whinny and tremble of hooves revealed the proud stallion Zuchter's fear while his master took his time looking him over. He had once been quite the wild colt when he first arrived, until the large gryphon helped put him in his place. And for years he had been toy and pet for the large gryphon, fucked and fucking as his master wished. But he knew when he was claimed what fate would await him once he was done being used. And he suspected that this day had come now as he was led to that ominous barn where many other pets like him would enter but would not return. Already he imagined the noose that was waiting for his long throat, ready to render his lithe, white body limp and still within it's loving hold. Hooves frantically struggling as he waits for a slow death to take him away. His Sweat dripping down his hide as he died in that hot barn under his master's gaze. He knew what awaited him at the end of his run, and that fatal trap made him shiver in fearful, lustful fantasies each night. Closing his blue eyes as he gave another whicker of excited fear, watching his master arrive with the items he needs to carry out this stallion's last, lethal show.

The gryphon proudly walked forward, His large, tawny legs carrying him gracefully as his arousal slid free from his sheath. His big wings wrapped brown and white feathers around the ivory stallion as his beak leaned in. A sharp pinch, nip and kiss graced the nervous stallion's throat, making his pet arch and whinny needfully. Zuchter's breath raced as he shifted, nestling into the firm grasp of his master and executioner. "I, suppose it's time for my final show... now..." The stallion nervously gasped, his heart pounding in his chest as his pink arousal slid from his sheath. A groan as the gryphon's talons grasped and teased that ever thickening arousal while his neck was nibbled and teased by that sharp gryphon beak.

"Indeed it is, and I've been looking forward to this ever since I purchased you those years ago. And now you'll be joining the other pets soon enough." The gryphon purred as his tongue danced up along a cheek and teased the quivering stallion's ears. The bigger gryphon pressed his slim arousal against the equine's rump while he stroked and teased the steadily emerging arousal of his pet. Loving every helpless, eager whimper and moan as the stallion stares at the closed barn where his life will end. A quiet purrr rumbled from the gryphon as he nudged his arousal around, teasing and prodding that plump equine pucker he had filled so many times before. Perhaps he'll fill him once more, but perhaps once Zuchter's show is over, his breath hot as he whispers to the doomed male "It's just about time now, going to be pretty stifling in there."

The gryphon slid his hips from the stallion, a wing guiding the trembling stallion forward. Slowly the doors opened to reveal the thick, musty heat even in the shadowy dimness of the interior. Hay was spread out, fresh and ready on the floor. While up on the hayloft a large plank had been set up. A release hinge secured it so it could hold up plenty of weight for it's use. And at the end a massive noose awaited, the thick rope stained with sweat and drool of those who had savored it's fatal embrace over the years. The carnal hints of scents and sights made Zuchter whinny with lustful fear, knowing he won't be leaving alive.

The gryphon pushed the doomed stallion a little further in, ending up beneath the noose, although a floor below. He grabbed the fearful male tight to pull him to his lap. The gryphon setting down the musky hood and worn cuffs to get a simple, black string. Opening it up to lead around the stallion's hips while he was distracted, staring upwards at the still rope. A sudden, silken touch to his balls making him look down and gasp out. "Nnn... NO, I, I was going to die... die a man, right, master...." He only trembles and whimpers as he watches the thin silk slide around his heavy balls. His master's wishes worth much more than his own as the larger gryphon bit Zuchter's nape. "Hush now my little gelding, you're just my little toy... and toys will get broken eventually." The slim loop slid up against the base of that heavy, pink fleshed sheath. Then a sharp tug and those balls begin to hang, quickly tied off as the once proud stallion cries out in pain. His balls already began to throb and ache in time his pulse, desperate to keep blood flowing to the tied off orbs. The pink hide of his ballsac pulling tight in fear as he hisses in a breath, shaking visibly as he stares at his balls, strangling like he will.

Zuchter spread his legs as he stares at the steadily darkening flesh between his legs. His head felt like it was spinning in the thick, hot air of the barn as pain ebbed and pulsed in his lap. His arousal slapped against his belly as the gryphon jerked his wrists back, making the lithe stallion arch. Stained, dark leather looped Zuchter's wrists, sharply pinching the white hide. Fingers tingled like the many other pets before him who wore those straps, his sweaty scent of fear to be added to the fabric. He bit his lip, a moan of fear as the bindings are shifted and tightened, making his arms bound securely even against his strength. As his master's arousal kissed and rubbed his rump, mocking Zuchter's gelding state as he felt his one proud balls begin to die. His pouch dark, taut and helpless, as the pain began to fade ever so slowly, with each heartbeat that no longer reaches them.

There's a final tug of wrists, and then a shove forward to the many stairs that would lead up to the second floor and the improvised gallows which waited above them. Hooves and claws clattered on the wood as Zuchter felt the sweat bead up on his hide. Taking deep breaths in the stifling heat of the room, knowing he may as well enjoy them while he can, as each stair he climbed brought him closer to his end. His balls swing as they began to relax, further numb with each step. A gelding now, just a little helpless toy, not even a male anymore. His heart pounding in his chest, knowing he has no return once his maleness was castrated away. Just one last use as morbid entertainment for his master. And soon he realized he was standing on the top floor, staring at the dark stained rope that so many other males have hung and died from in that sensual embrace, and he knew that he wouldn't be the last.

Zuchter is guided forward slowly, stepping onto the plank that will serve as his gallows. Soon he nosed at the rope, smelling the strong scents of lust and death still lingering on the worn silk. A quiet moan as he closed his eyes, imagining all the pets before him who struggled vainly in it's lethal hold. Gingerly the gryphon slipped the rope back, stroking his cheeks and marking his scent onto the well used rope. The bound gelding whimpering as he stared to the floor so far below, his hooves soon to never touch solid ground again. And with a sharp pinch and tug on his mane, the noose is settled over his head and resting on his shoulders. Big taloned hands squeeze the gelding's strangled balls, the lack of response making the gelding whinny. His maleness beyond saving now, just like him.

Zuchter's master pulled the bound, noosed male tighter to his lap as he gingerly kissed and grooms that long equine neck. Cleaning some of the trickling sweat from Zuchter's body, loving the thick smell of lust and fear on his pets. "Ready to fly, my darling gelding... going to look so handsome and helpless up there." Zuchter just quietly nods, a soft whicker as he closes his eyes tight. Taking long deep breaths as he tasted the thick, hot air and strong scent of sex on the gryphon one more time. He won't have long to continue to enjoy them. He feels something thick, strongly scented, pressed to his lips. Opening his eyes to watch a heavy hood be dragged over his muzzle. Pulled back to be laced against the back of his head. Blinding him to whatever awaits him, his sense of smell smothered the thick scents of others who had worn it before him. The hood laced under his chin, with a long slit for the noose's knot at the back. Soon secure and ready, filtering his last breaths into the saliva stained fabric that hides his identity. Just another anonymous gelding getting snuffed and hung like the toys they are.

The gryphon stepped back quietly to admire the hooded male who was left to stare blankly in the heavy hood. The big, massive knot of the noose pressed to his mane, while Zucther flexed and relaxed his tingling fingers as he awaited death as serenely as he could. A very good gelding indeed. He stepped back slowly for a moment to let the fear build, taking his time to gather a pair of thick shears. Zuchter can only hear a faint creak and feel the shift of weight as his master returned. Tensed in surprise as he felt a familiar arm pull him suddenly against the gryphon's aroused lap. Something cold and thin touched his sheath. A faint hint of something sharp surrounding the numb flesh of his scrotum. Then a subtle, half felt pinch and a lewd, wet slap sounded beneath him. The gryphon pulling something heavy yet soft from the floor, brushing his leg with the soft flesh. And a sudden shudder as he realizes what has been taken from him. Those strangled balls removed, leaving just a taut little knot of string where they should be, keeping the cut almost bloodless. A faint trickle of red on white hide and pink flesh from the removed flesh. He groaned, muffled in the hood, struggling for breath as his knees felt weak. Just a little toy to be teased with as the gryphon whispered against the hood "They'll make a fine coin purse, so I can always remember you..."

Zuchter struggled to breath in the claustrophobic darkness that will become his last sensations. Images of his lap, all clean and smooth without those dangling balls fill his imagination as he shakes. The gryphon giving no more hint of his position as he leaves the gelding. Alone now, with just the noose to hold and secure him. Awaiting for the final tug to open the trapdoor, to sink in that sudden drop, and let lethal embrace to begin. Sweat oozed down his hide, strongly scented with his fear. A sharp burning sensation when it brushed the knot of silk that binds his delicate wound. Eyes clenching shut as he took his last, deep breaths of life. Forced to wait in the immense summer heat of the barn as his cock slapped his belly urgently, the gelding ready and very aroused to give in to his noose.

Another long minute or two passed before the gryphon pulled the release. There was a muffled whinny, fearful but accepting, then a quiet gurgle as the rope clamped shut. The white horse silenced by his own weight, the rope squeezing his throat shut easily. The platform slapped against the wall with a loud clatter as it stills, leaving his kicking hooves well out of reach of the hayloft. Zuchter now left a dozen feet up, hanging from the rafters to the steady creak of rope and his leather bindings. His muscles ripple masterfully in the hot air, sweat slicking his hide down to show off his lean, powerful elegance. His hooves trembled and shook as he began that slow, erotic dance of asphyxiation for his master's pleasure. His hooded head tossed back and forth, searching for release from the pressure around his throat but only finding the knot growing tighter.

Zuchter can see nothing but darkness, feeling only the sharp, painful squeeze of rope as it pinched his mane and hide, while the sharp burning of asphyxiation built up in his lungs as he dangled hopelessly in the air. His powerful body began that primal struggle for life even though he knows he's already dead. It'll just a few more minutes to let the rope do it's work, with no chance for escape. But still he kicked, spinning and twisting and swaying blindly as he watches a few spots tease at his blinded vision. His chest strained to rise and fall, while his tongue felt fat, drooling into the hood, marking it steadily for the gryphon as his ears flicked and scraped the tight embrace the hood holds them in. Trying to mouth for air like a fish out of water, making a faint shifting of the darkened leather for the gryphon to admire. And during all this a heat was building in his loins as he realized his morbid fantasy has been fulfilled, a tense tremble of pleasure helping guide away the pain as he swings.

The gryphon sat down on the edge of the hayloft, watching his former pet die slowly just for him. Admiring the power in the gelding's body even as it was slowly leeched out by that simple rope and knot. The sweat oozing and glistening down Zuchter's fighting body, while the beams of sunlight from the roof played over his dying body. The gelding's erection throbbed and twitched, oozing precum still as he fulfilled his dark wish. Zuchter always had a powerful fascination with the gallows when the other pets were hung, and now he got to feel every painful, sensual minute of that slow, erotic death. He watches the nude gelding's body ripple, strong muscles flexing, begging for life even as it's pulled out of him, moment by moment as Zuchter asphyxiates in his hood.

Zuchter's lungs ache and burn in time with his racing heartbeat. His pulse throbbed throughout his body, especially within his loins as a hot, trembling shudder grew in his lap. He was going to die, die as a gelding, castrated and set swinging for his master's enjoyment. His muscles ached in exhaustion, and his vision swirled with dizzying spots of asphyxiation. He knows his life is slipping away, and he has little time left. While the painful, lethal bondage made his loins beg for release, to cum just one last time. His fat penis slapped against his belly, flaring as precum messily spilled down the pink, rigid arousal. He can't help himself, eyes clenched shut tightly as his oxygen starved brain can only think of his dying body put on display so lewdly. The way he was thrashing that lustful, primal dance of death on the end of a tight rope. Hot pleasure finally filled him as he began to cum one last time for his master. Slick, clear gushes of precum splash upon his chest and fall to the floor far below, having no more semen to proudly cum as a stallion. Just a weak little gelding orgasm as his pink cock jerked and twitched, the tip flaring with each thin jet. Oozing the slick fluid down his lap and thighs as he bucked and trembled. Feeling the most intense spasm of pleasure he would ever feel in his life. And he doesn't even have long to wait to fulfill that morbid little thought. Dizzy with the mixture of pleasure, pain, life and death as his head slipped forward. Unable to lift it any more as those white spots flicker and fill his vision fully, everything growing lost in that final burst of incredible heat, pleasure and pain.

The gelding's body shudders with the last tremble of his consciousness. And he grew slack as he finally gave in and accepted the noose's invitation of death. The gryphon quietly panting now as his toy quivers with the last hints of life that escape his body. And soon the gelding is still, sweat dripping down to his hooves with a serene grace, relaxed and swaying from the last of his orgasmic struggles. His arousal is still proudly lifted, to be forever erect even in death. The gryphon shivered, the power of death still frightening and exhilirating, as he lifted the platform once more. Walking forward slowly to examine the poor castrated stallion, limp and relaxed as his body settled. Zuchter's hood darkly stained with sweat and saliva. His slick gelding spunk dripping down his belly and along his thighs. His ivory Hide sticky with sweat from his final exertion, but now relaxed calmly with death.

The gryphon can't help but grasp his arousal, pumping quickly as he feels that hot pulse of his impending orgasm. The delightfully morbid show of his pet's slow death too much to hold back now. He lifts his beak, and cries out, loudly for all to hear as he arched his hips. His impressive arousal throbbed against his fingers as he begins to cum, painting his dead pet with the sticky ribbons of a proud Male's semen. Splattering and marking him as fully claimed by his master as he moaned out with each spasm of pleasure that ran up his spine. Nearly falling when he arches back and pants for breath proudly in the stifling heat of the barn. Taking his time in catching his breath as he looked over the dead toy before he goes to take him down. It was another beautiful show, and another handsome gelded pet sent to heaven where they belong. It was good to be the master.