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"Step up there! Go on, boy!" The crack of a whip made Vanir lunge forward with a short little squeal that burst free from his lips as he tried to lift his legs up higher to move faster.

The dappled grey centaur tried his best to throw his legs out far in front of him to lengthen his stride, his tail streaming behind him as he followed the carriage in front of him. A carriage drawn by a pair of aging centaurs who were starting to go grey in the tail and hair. It was made easier by the fact he wasn't bound in the standard harness that the other pair were dressed up in, instead he had a loose blanket tossed over his back and tied under his broad belly, the only harness was on his chest and used to keep his forearms pressed down to either side of his belly, wrapped together with the broad straps that kept them in place. It didn't matter that he wasn't pulling the carriage, he was still expected to move smartly behind the carriage in front of him, the man on horse behind them kept him moving swiftly as his inky black tail swept along his haunches back and forth. He might have been able to move a little more naturally if it weren't for the fact that his older brother was trying to move faster to avoid any snaps against his haunches.

He knew better than to kick back at the human handling him, his hooves were skipping and dragging against the ground as his only protest. Those that kicked were soon hobbled up so tightly that they could barely move, and ha to do mincing steps. That would have been the best outcome if he kicked a human, the worst was they would geld him and declare him unfit to stand at stud. The centaur snapped his black tail back and forth along his haunches nervously, his ears tipped back flat to his head as he snorted out and tried to not look at his brother who walked beside him. Xamir was calmer, the roan young stallion just glancing over at him with a look that was almost amused when he tried to give a little leap upwards as the whip cracked again and forced him to keep up as they walked along the outside of the stable and listened to the roar of the crowd that was distantly in the stands. The steps were faster and mincing as the hooves picked up high.

"I don't like this." He whispered softly to his sibling as the carriage rolled up to a set of great doors that led towards the expanse of the specially made stable.

Xamir shot him a look, but didn't answer, his older brother was always far more careful to follow the rules when the humans were around him. He had always been better at that, for his entire life he had been the one that kept out of trouble while Vanir had run into it with his eyes wide open and uncaring . it had been alright when they had been colts, they had grown up together, his older brother keeping him out of trouble when he could, or at least, finding him the best sort of trouble of to be in. They were dim memories now, that age, he could recall the day Xamir had picked up his first bow and taken up with the older young stallions and Vanir, being two years behind, had tried to keep up with him. As they stopped, he was able to glance towards his brother nervously, trying not to feel the pang of guilt he always felt when he thought about how they had become these creatures trapped by the bonds and leather, nearly animals.

He had been the reason the attack had gone so wrong, he had been just coming into his long legs and body, he had been bold and eager as he had come with his own little dagger as they attacked the human wagon train. He had been stupid. He had been so stupid. His dark grey ears pinned to either side of his head, drawing in a breath as he tightened his arms and swallowed. He had been captured nearly five minutes into the attack, pinned and netted down to the ground helplessly as the attack had scattered. He had screamed like a filly, at least, the men had told him that he had been screamed like a filly. Every one of his tribe had left him, they had bolted, all of them, except for his brother. And a fat lot of good that had done both of them. They had both been captured, and Xamir had grown up in the harness and saddle just as Vanir had. The only relief was the fact they were kept together.

"Hold!" The master commanded with a slap to his grey dappled haunches and made him leap a little, glaring back at the small human. "Go and get their gear out, we want them wrapped up and ready for the bell."

"They're in the last race, sir." The small groom hopped down from the carriage and gave a glance back at them. "We have time."

"I want them dressed and wrapped, I am not going to stand around until the last minute. Get the grey first, he's troublesome." The master jabbed with a finger and Vanir's ears flattened tight to his head in outrage.

"Be still." Xamir hissed under his breath and the other stallion kept in closer. "Stop fidgeting."

The master didn't rebuke him as he shifted nervously, he couldn't stop, it was habit anymore. He was always full of energy that bubbled beneath the surface. Xamir was much the same, but the strawberry roan stallion held himself better, or at least he waited until the stables were quiet at night to move and shift. Today of all days he would have thought his brother would crack and actually be eager, the cheer of the crowds, the thunder of the hooves, the grand sprawling fair that stretched around them was something that had him ready to leap into the fray. Especially because of what it meant for him, what it could mean for him.

"Come on, you." The groom reached up to grab his bound arms and gave a pull. "You'd better not stop on me, if you start I'm going to make sure you lose the race."

Vanir blinked down at the human innocently, but went along quietly enough as he was untied from the carriage and saw the aging centaurs staring at him almost pityingly. This was Race Day, a day that he had heard of for years and always dreamed of being entered into. It was a combination of a slave market coupled with that of a testing of the potential studs. The races were the main event, but there were other tests as well. There were pulling matches with the heavy bodied plains centaurs that were taken in, the beasts struggling to pull the heaviest load in the hopes of being the winner. The lighter and shorter animals would go into agility or jumping, but the fleet of foot would be entered into a proper race on the track. Head to head they would tear down the strip racing against other stallions that matched their age and weight class, all hoping to win.

Their owners would be rewarded with a fat purse of their own for the winner, the money itself a small fortune, but that didn't matter to him or Xamir or any other stallion in the race. What mattered was that the winner would stand at stud for one full year. He would breed dozens of mares in that time, centaur mares, each one ripe and fertile for the taking. His owner would get more money from the stud fees, of course, but gods.. To have mares, to be able to mount them and feel his cock sliding home into the soft wet depths, the have them squealing under him as he drove himself home. The thought sent a shiver over his soft grey body and he fidgeted as the groom started to wrap his lower legs in supports, unable to stop the fact that his pink cock was blossoming open from his low slung sheath as his mind flared hot with fantasies.

No centaur stallion was bred unless he was a champion, it was outlined in the law books. It kept a farmer from breeding a father to his daughters, or brothers and sisters for the sake of money. Each centaur foal born was born from champion lines, at least on their sires side. It made for a controlled population, but that meant that every stallion that wasn't a winner was pushed into force celibacy that Vanir had known all his life. Well, most of his life, he stirred and shifted nervously while the groom glared up at him and gave his head a rough slap on one side to keep him still while he tried to shift about. He had spent his youth growing up in this place, though his first master hadn't been so bad about his property getting sexual relief as long as there were no offspring. His cheeks burned a bit recalling the things he had done to find someone willing to touch him, other colts for example, as long as he didn't think too much about it a hand was a hand. But his current owner believed that his stallions were better contained and pent up, especially near a race, when their relief would be contingent on winning.

_And I will win. _ He glanced over at Xamir, the strawberry roan stallion was more relaxed than he was, his attention fixated on other matters.

They were entered in the light race, colt class, though Xamir was skirting the edge of being too old to be entered. Whoever won this race would breed the mares that matched them, with three other racers taking other 'prizes'. Second place would be a secondary stud, meant to stand for the lesser females, the older ones or the ones that had small defects that made them less than desirable, though still able to breed. Third place would be given a different relief entirely, certainly not a mare. They would be offered the loser of the race for their personal toy for the evening, another stallion, but even a stallion had a hole that could provide quite a bit of pleasure if someone was desperate. Vanir wouldn't say no if he was offered that, but he had no intention of coming in third.

"Alright, there you go." A hand slapped him and he flicked his ears back angrily at the groom, fighting the urge to fidget even more.

_I'm not going to come in third, I refuse. I'm going to have a mare by the end of this day. My first mare.. _ The thought sent a delightful shiver down the line of his spine while his tail lashed rapidly along his haunches.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Xamir shifted in the gate, feeling it nearly crushing on either side as the back gate was locked right beneath his tail and pushed up hard so he was trapped. He stomped his hooves in place, snorting a little bit as he twitched his ears back against his head. The rest of the colts were all lined up, ranging from another one as old as he was and others were as young as his little brother. This wasn't his first time in this race, the last time he had been in the middle of the pack, but he was hoping that he would be victorious this time. It wasn't just that he wanted to be the winner, he needed it. He shifted and slammed a hoof on the ground, trying not to look over at his younger brother as he kept his ears up and alert. It had been so long since he'd had any measure of relief, not sense he had figured out how to mount haybales.. before his owner had removed them.

His tail snapped behind him and he did his best not to consider Vanir. He loved his little brother, cared for him, protected and devoted himself to making sure that nothing happened to him. He had spent most of his life caring for the small dappled stud, and only luck had allowed them to stay together so long. Even that had been his doing, he had been the one to drill Vanir in how to walk together, how to tone up, how to stay so that they matched when pulling a carriage. The humans loved matching sets, adored them, and despite the fact that their coloring didn't match, they had the same body type and height. No, he wasn't going to do it this time, this time he was going to concentrate on himself!

Xamir's tail snapped a little as he leaned back against the gate and shifted his arms slightly from their restrained point. He hated getting done up for the race, hated the way that his body was worked over and groomed, dressed and primped so that he would show well. The leg bindings didn't bother him so much, they supported him while running, that was the point of them, but the rest was all nonsense. His tail had been wrapped and braided into a thick club, the long hairs wrapped up in a brightly colored blue checkered pattern that was his master's calling card. He wore a harness that was done in dark blue, an offshoot of the white one on his brother, the number standing out plainly along either side of the broad chest. The worst was the fact his arms were pinned down to either side of his humanesque stomach and chest.

"WELCOME TO THE SEVENTY FIFTH GRAND RACE!" Someone bellowed out from the stands as the rest of the young stallions moved and tossed their heads. "ENTERED UP IS THE FIRST CLASS COLT DIVISION LIGHT!"

_He's on his own, he's just as fast as I am, he'll be fine. _ Xamir resolutely kept his attention at the churned track ahead of him.

He was tense and quivering, as soon as the horn sounded and the gate snapped open it would be a mad house of charging young stallions. He had to break early and fast, take the lead and hold it. Every one of the colts in the gate were ready and eager to get the lead as well, and the winner. Gods.. the winner would finally get what they wanted and needed so terribly badly. The thought had his breathing speeding up. He'd be lead from the winners circle and then taken to the first of the mares, this was the place that many men brought their mares in the hopes of breeding them early on to a winner. He'd be able to take his luxury and claim them one after another, he could expect to have his dick wet and slick for the next week solid. He just had to break first and stay there, break free of the pack and hold the lead, he was the oldest of the colts in this run, he could do it.

The horn blasted with a flourish while he was setting his hooves in the dirt, his ears flicked down along his head before the gate snapped open in front of him. He knew several of the colts would hesitate for a second in shock, but he lunged forward and threw his entire weight in behind him as his hind legs kicked off. He saw a glossy bay matching him stride for strike, a grey in the corner of his eyes, but not his brother, he didn't know where Vanir was. And for once, he didn't care, he was going to take the lead and hold it. Take and hold. The only phrase left in his thoughts.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The thunder of the hooves rang around Vanir before he blindly lunged out of the gate and followed behind the rest of the stallions that began to run. He had never been allowed to run like this, he had always been haltered or stabled or contained. If he was going to run it was in the harness or beneath the saddle, and now he had nothing of the kind. His legs stretched out beneath him as he leaned forward and balled his fists up, following behind a chestnut colt that was trailing the pack and tried to put on a burst of speed. His eyes immediately looked for the strawberry roan tail of his brother, stretching his legs wider he closed the distance between himself and the back of the pack.

He had half expected Xamir to be beside him, it was disturbing to not have his brother beside him, it made him feel off center as he closed the distance between the chestnut and came abreast of him. Dirt and mud was being flung back at him, splattering and hitting against him, crashing against his chest while he turned a corner with everyone and saw his brother far ahead of him in the race. There was no missing the light roan of the body or the way that the legs were moving in wide strides. He was in the lead! There was a grey right behind him, did he think that was Vanir? That had to be it! He didn't realize his younger brother was trailing the pack!

His lungs burned slightly as he heard the roar of the crowd and he sped up with long strokes of his legs, pushing past the chestnut as he panted shallowly and saw the other nine centaurs in front of him. He had to get past them! He had to catch up to Xamir! That thought alone gave him a burst of speed as he slipped into the inside corner and started to move past the heart of the pack, his eyes always watching for the flash of the reddish tail that was in front of him. His brother was far outside of the pack, the lead extending as the grey faltered and fell back half a length behind him. There was no doubt that Xamir was fast, he always had been swift, but now Vanir was struggling to catch up as his bound tail was stretched out behind him. The chestnut was hot on his heels, he could hear the beats as he passed a sleek looking bay and moved further into the heart of the pack.

He was making it! He was going to come right up to his brother if he could keep going. He threw his weight forward and kicked off harder with his hind legs, stretching so far that his long legs started to ache as they were cast wide beneath him. Almost there, past the bay, past the black, past another pay, he kept running with his lungs burning and his eyes narrowed down. He was going to make it! He was going to make it! He took another run forward, and nearly slipped past the pale grey when the centaur jerked to the side and crashed against him. He let out a wild squeal, his hooves tripping up as he nearly fell forward and went down in the heart of the racing back. They flowed around him, tearing past him, jostling and kicking him as he got his footing under him.

"XAMIR!" He squealed his brother's name as he nearly fell, the last, the chestnut bolted past him like a blur leaving him to struggle to get back into step, but he was lengths behind them and his brother was tearing away at the head.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"XAMIR!" He heard the familiar squeal as his sides were steaming and sweating, his chest panting and shivering with each rapid breath while he held the lead.

The young stallion spared a glance back to see his younger brother at the back of the pack, the familiar grey dappled form struggled to keep up with the rest of them. There was no mistaking that iron grey coat and the dark tail as he was struggling to keep up in his white harness. He didn't care, he was here to win, he was going to win damnit! He wasn't going to spend another year wanting and pent up! He wasn't going to spend his time in a stall watching as only a few stallions got every mare that came into season. He turned his eyes away and continued to tear along the strip, he could see the markings for the finish, he could make it, he was two lengths ahead of the winner for second place. He wasn't going to lose this because of his brother!

_He can take care of himself! He's an adult now! _ He was sweating and panting, every breath aching as he extended his legs, throwing them out rapidly. He wasn't going to lose this, he absolutely refused!

And Vanir would lose. He was in last place, so far back there wasn't any hope that he could take a challenge at the one in second to last place. If he was last, he would be given up to the third place winner as little more than a substitute hole for a mare. Xamir tried to dismiss that thought. He had spent his entire life protecting his brother, watching over him, guiding him, taking punishments that the youngsters big mouth got him into. He couldn't do this his entire life, Vanir was responsible for his own fate! He would have to learn to deal with it, perhaps coming in last and suffering the consequences alone would teach him a lesson! It would have to teach him a lesson that would improve him in the end. It was tough love, that was all, just tough love.

Xamir swallowed and sucked in a breath as he took the last turn and heard the grey coming up behind him faster. Vanir would be fine, he wouldn't really be hurt, embarrassed maybe, but not that hurt. It would just be something that he disliked happening to him and he'd probably end up enjoying it anyway. He tried to take some comfort in that knowledge, but it wasn't comfortable, not when he had seen what had happened to the losers last year. He hadn't meant to see it, but it had been hard to ignore it when they had been doing it just outside of the main stables. The losers had been brutally tied up and bound, locked into stocks with their tails hiked up as the third place winners had taken their prizes. It hadn't been gentle or kind, it had been hard and violent, and one of the losers had even ended up torn and bleeding afterwards. Torn and bleeding, limping and shaking as the vets had sewn him up.

His legs started to slow as he thought about what he'd seen, Vanir would be at the mercy of the third place winner. He had no idea who else was in this race or what they would do. They might be gentle or understanding, or they could be beast like and destroy his brother so that he was returned limping and crying. He cursed, his ears flattening back as he dropped back from first place slowly, enraged as he let the grey flash by him towards the finish line. He couldn't let Vanir be hurt, he couldn't let him be violated and broken by some stranger. He watched behind him, Vanir was still far out behind him, scrambling to catch up, but it was hopeless, he'd never catch up.

DAMN HIM!! Xamir screamed in his own mind and dropped down further, sliding up next to a bay who was pushing towards second, the leaping forward with a wild eyed look.

He threw the race, settling into third place and struggling to hold it as they tore towards the finish, enraged and bristling as he saw the grey tear past the finish line as the rest of them followed. His sides were glossy and sweaty, coated in foam as he followed behind the bay who had taken second, his breathing panting shallowly as the rest of the pack followed behind them. The crowd erupted in cheers as they streamed past the stands, though he knew their owner wasn't going to be cheering, their owner would not be happy at all. He had come in third, third when he had had first place nearly within his reach. He slowed to a trot, his sides glossy and wet as he panted and the rest began to slow as well, their hooves thudding on the churned up track.

"Xa...Xamir...." Vanir panted as he came up, the dappled centaur's sides heaving as he strolled up with a frightened look on his face. "I fell.. I got r-run off..."

"Of course you did!" Xamir snapped and bristled angrily, unable to quite stop himself from retorting sharply. "How could you end up last?!"

The owners and grooms were coming onto the track as they spoke, nearly pressed against each other's sides, their breathing coming in short bursts while their lungs burned. He couldn't keep the anger at bay. He had been trapped because of his little brother. He had spent his slavery struggling to raise and care for his little brother. And now he had missed his chance to actually breed a female all because he had had to save him from being hurt. Vanir's features went frightened and pale, the dark tan beneath the flopping black forelock changed to almost white.

"I.. I tried. What's going to happen?!" He was shifting and then stepped back as their master's groom came with a pair of leads for them.

"You lost! You're just lucky I got third place!" Xamir snapped and sighed as the man came to grab his bound arms. Vanir's face turned to a relieved smile, relaxing with the news that threw all of his hopes right back into his face.

As the grooms clipped onto leads, Xamir looked over at the grey, the winner that had barely managed to win. He was getting a large flowered wreath slipped over his neck and shoulders, winnings were being handed over to one another with laughter and frowns both. The grey was wide eyed and smug, his tail lashing behind him as he barely paid attention to the humans, his eyes were on the far gates where there would be mares waiting to be serviced. He'd get all of the relief, even the second placer would get a few mares before the end of the day. And he? All he had was the dappled problem that he had been watching all his life, but at least he was safe. Vanir wouldn't be ravaged by some unthinking beast.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"We should geld both of them. I thought the roan would at least get second if nothing else, he held first!" The master was ranting and Vanir put his ears back, tucking his tail down.

The ranting had started the moment they'd been taken to the stables to be rubbed down and cooled off, and it hadn't stopped. He tried to feel more alarm, but he was still dizzy with relief that Xamir had come in third place. He had been terrified crossing the finish line last, he hadn't paid attention to who had gone before, only a last lunge to try and come up behind the rest of the pack to take home the win. He had been expecting the worst, to be told that some violent stallion had won and he would be forced to end up tail up and humiliated. His brother had won, they had made it, it didn't matter that Xamir was angry, he would eventually calm down, what mattered is that he wasn't going to end up beneath a stallion.

He glanced over at Xamir, but the colt wasn't looking at him, in fact, he was staring fixedly at his dinner rather than even offering a comment. They had been returned to their heavy leather collars and harnesses of their enslavement, hardly the soft silks and bright harnesses of the race, but they would be going home soon. He felt a small pang of guilt that Xamir had sacrificed being in first, it wasn't fair, but at the same time, there was nothing he could do about that now. Xamir would race again next year, they both would, and he'd probably win. He'd make it up to his brother somehow, he'd just have to find a good way to go about it. He sighed a little and shifted, sidling closer to the stall wall that separated them as their master continued railing to their grooms with the normal threats.

"Captain Witherton will never let me live that down. That grey is fresh caught! Not even pent up and he took off." The man glared over at Xamir. "Damn you."

Xamir didn't respond, his brother always took the habit of remaining quiet around the humans, talking only made it easier to be punished. Vanir tried to catch the roan's eyes, but he was ignored as the man stormed up and glared over him and muttered a curse under his breath. The threats were mostly harmless, they wouldn't be gelded, they were too valuable as full stallions and were still young enough to show their worth as they grew up. That was his only relief as the man left with a few sharp cursing words, snarling at the grooms who were moving through the stalls and starting to pack things and grooming others who had come in. There was one winner, at least, their master would forget his upset soon enough and they'd be going home.

"I'm sorry." Vanir murmured to his brother, pressing his side against the stall wall with a glance. "I didn't mean to cost you the win."

"I know." Xamir's words were short and clipped and short, not at all understanding. He was still upset.

"You'll win next time." Vanir chimed up brightly and smiled. "We'll both win next time and have plenty of mares."

"Just.. just be quiet alright?" Xamir shot him a look and shifted away from him. His ears were held flat to the sides of his head as he spoke up, annoyance in every inch of his face. "I just want to be left alone."

"Oh.." Vanir moved away a step and sighed. "Fine."

_Like I don't already feel bad for making him lose the race. _ He snapped his tail behind him, it was still wrapped up as it had been for the race, so the club batted against him roughly.

It wasn't long before the grooms returned with red faces and annoyed glances over at them, they had been chewed out just as much as they had been snapped at. At least the men were being paid and could leave if they wanted too. He looked down at his feed and sighed, wishing his arms were free so he could use his hands. He wasn't offered that choice that terribly often, more often than not he was forced to eat with his lips like an animal. He wasn't hungry enough for that at the moment, though his brother was eating, it likely wasn't out of hunger either, it was probably just because he was trying to ignore Vanir. He'd lose his anger eventually, he'd calm down by the time they returned to the farm and things would go back to normal. He just had to wait it out.

He was halfway through contemplating his food when one of the grooms stopped at his stall and picked up a lead, unhooking one of the long ropes and opening the door with a bit of a bump. It wasn't one of their normal grooms, or one wearing the estate colors, she was wearing little more than a tunic set with the symbol for the track as he reached up and boldly grabbed Vanir's collar and forced the young stallion to bend down slightly. He pinned his ears back and stomped one of his hooves against the ground as he tried to pull backwards to get away from the touch. He opened his mouth to say something, but the groom was already moving up to clip the lead into place at his collar and pulled it taut, startling a noise from his throat at the abrupt action.

"Hey!" He splayed his hind legs and locked them in place, going still and angry as the lead was yanked forward. He locked his legs in place, this wasn't one of his grooms!

"Come on! Let's go now!" The handler was a woman of all things, young and confident as she cracked the rope against his shoulder making him startle forward and he swung around with a wild noise.

"You're not my groom!" He protested only to be cracked again so he let out a squeal and kicked back automatically as he snapped his bound tail back and forth.

"Bloody losers, hold damnit! You will stand with the rest damn you!" The hold jerked harder and Vanir swallowed, his hooves dancing over the ground before he realized what it meant.

"I.." He started, but his collar was yanked down and suddenly squeezed tightly in place so he was nearly choking. "NNNNF!!"

The woman didn't waste time in handling him, she was obviously deft enough to know what she was doing, she forced his head all the way down and forced a standard bit into his lips with a tight squeeze of her fingers. The hard rubber ball pushed down against his tongue and left him partially drooling around the edges as he shook his head back and forth and tried to push it out before the bands were wrapped around his head. She was here to take him to his punishment for losing, with the rest of them. His eyes flicked over to his brother with his eyes bulging wildly as he half expected Xamir to say something, anything, to put a stop to the girl dragging him from his stall. He was the one that would get the 'prize' and there was no chance that his brother would do this to him.

His brother didn't get a choice, the girl hauled him out with a slap of the lead that sent him high stepping nervously. He could feel the rest of the stable all watching him as he was taken out, his own brother looking after him with an almost helpless look on his face while the girl kept him stepping forward all the way out into the light. He tried to fight it, he jerked backwards, rearing and hopping as the groom worked the lead up to clip against the gag in his mouth and his collar. His head was dropped down closer to his chest as they went out the front doors and he froze despite the pulling and tugging as he got a good look at what was happening across from the stables.

The winner from their race was on top of a mare, it didn't matter that people were watching, it didn't matter that they weren't really animals, he was there in the middle of the stable yard with a sleek looking black filly beneath him. Her legs were bound up, her tail hiked up high in the air and wrapped as the stallion hunched and grunted, his black cock stabbing into the passage with short powerful thrusts that made the girl struggle and buck as she was bred. The grooms were holding her in place, her hocks tied up tight to stakes as Vanir stared at the way her body was being stretched around the heavy shaft over and over again in violent thrusts. He couldn't move, couldn't think, his breathing came in short bursts, his chest rising and falling as the groom yanked him harder.

He could smell her. Gods he could taste her scent on the air, it was faint, but there, his nostrils twitched and worked, drawing in the warmth with a shudder as the next pull got him to step forward one slow step. His cock was burgeoning from his sheath as he stared and let himself be led, watching as the grey's forelegs hooked and tightened along either side of her barrel as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms over her bare breasts. The breeders at the farm were never in the open really, he hadn't seen many of his kind being bred, but now he was left gaping as he was led closer to the show, closer to that scent! His cock began to droop down lower between his haunches, the pink tip swayed back and forth between his grey haunches, the inches oozing free as he kept watching that tight little filly pussy being stretched open.

"C'mon, you, that isn't for your kind." The groom dragged his head away as they passed by close enough he heard the lewd wet noises, obscene sounds that made his belly tighten strangely.

He was turned away as the newly made stud shuddered and he heard the mare letting out a muffled cry around her bit as she was filled, her body flooded with a rush of virile seed to spark a new foal. He couldn't keep his tip from drooling down further, the medial ring slipping all the way down so that there was a drool precum that ran down towards the powdered dirt at his hooves. The girth spilled lower, drooping and bobbing as the view changed from the sight of the mares to something else entirely. He trembled as the groom pulled him forward, slapping his haunches as a stallion was being unbuckled from a set of heavy stocks, much like the ones that the mare was wrapped up in.

There was something more brutal about the stocks, but that may have been because the stallion being led out was brutalized. His sides were marked with sweat and streaks of mussed fur, the heavy harness was releasing him and showed places that were rubbed raw as he stumbled free and didn't even fight when his groom reached down for his low hanging cock. It was spent and drooling still as it was scrubbed over with a wet cloth and water thrown over it. He didn't spend time lingering on that part of his humiliation. It was the sight of the undertail that he stared at. The dark pucker was yawned open wide and drooling out a spill of pink tinged cum that was running down the back of his balls.

There were marks all over him as he started to limp away, his head down and cheeks flushed red as he didn't look around at anything. Vanir stamped his hooves and froze, his tail clamped down tight right along the line of his ass cheek while the girl holding him whistled out to the grooms that were cleaning up the place. It reeked of stallion musk so thick that he could barely breath around it. There was cum all over the ground at the thick leather straps that had been attached to the wooden posts. They couldn't be serious! Hadn't his master mentioned that he was related to Xamir?!

"Get those stocks cleared, and grab the other two, we need to prep him. He's the last for the day." The groom spoke up while tugging at his lead. "The small harness should fit him just fine."

"MMMPH!!" He splayed his hind legs wide and reared back, throwing his weight, only to let out a squeal of pain as the woman reached up and roughly pinched his nose and forced him to go back down to all fours again.

His legs splayed open wide to either side, stretching as far as they could go while the hold tightened and he felt the sudden touch of a hand along the curve of his rump cheeks. He swung around to one side and immediately started to kick out right against the hold, but a neat hand grabbed his hind leg and yanked it up higher in the air. There was a sudden yank that offset him as his legs splayed open wide and tried to twist away. His nostrils flared open wide as he hobbled on all fours and his ankle was suddenly wrapped with a length of rope that had loose ends slung over the line of his back and wrapped around his barrel as he struggled to kick his way free of it all. This couldn't be happening to him! It just couldn't!

"Get that harness and grab his leg up higher, we don't need another kicker going on here!" The woman reached to take the length of rope that had been used to wrap around his ankle and pulled it around his human waist tightly.

The rope bit against him as the leg was hiked up high in the air and bent up, he couldn't move his leg down, he jerked and kicked to try and free himself of the hold. He was forced to hobble forward as a third groom came to his other side and kept him walking forward. He couldn't struggle, he couldn't kick out, he could only try to stop moving whenever they led him towards the stocks. The only reason he didn't fight harder was because he knew this was all futile, he wouldn't be like the stallion that had been led away. Even if he had been able to hurt one of them, he would have been punished, he had learned that early on in his days of slavery, but this was by far the worst he had ever been put through in his time trapped among these savages. He was forced to hobble over the stakes and bars that made up the stand, his hooves kicking and catching against the wooden planks.

The moment he stepped over the planks a switch was flipped and his back hoof was snapped into a set of large clamps and locked in place. He startled and leaned forward, nearly crashing to his knees by the upset of having one hoof in the air and the other locked in place. One of the grooms reached up and grabbed his bound arms before dragging his human body down from where it was comfortably standing erect. They didn't ask him to move, they certainly didn't talk to him, he was forced to bend as a heavy set of leads were clipped up to either side of his collar and his body was stretched to bend down as if he were trying to graze on grass. He wasn't meant to bend down like this! He wasn't meant to be pushed so close to the ground, it hurt his back.

There were two straps that were wrapped up and over the line of his bare skinned back so that he couldn't even try to jerk upwards. His breath came out in a soft wheeze while the grooms began to lock him into the stocks. He could smell nothing but hot male musk on the air, it was choking him to the point that his cock was steadily starting to retreat. The heat and flare of hot desire he had felt at seeing the mare being bred was lost as his forehooves were bound and tied up tight to stakes set in the ground. The angle was just wide enough that he felt off balance and made his back strain and ache painfully. He dug his teeth into the hard bit and grunted in pain while the thick leather straps were tightened and worked all the way up to his knees. He couldn't move, couldn't do more than tense and throw his weight and even that was hard to manage.

"Who's the winner of this one?" One of them spoke callously and reached out to slap the line of his haunch before hands grabbed at his wrapped tail. "I saw Jackson's Silver Streak won the division, but didn't see third."

"Strawberry Bite won it, this ones brother actually. Good thing they're both colts." The woman let out a laugh and Vanir flinched, how dare she use that name! Stupid demeaning names that their master's had applied to them instead of their real ones.

"That'll be interesting." One of the men spoke and suddenly grabbed his tail and jerked it upwards as he rolled his eyes back to glare at the people behind him.

He couldn't get his tail back down, the moment it was heaved upwards a leather strap to loop around his base and pulled it off to one side before he could stop it from happening. His sides quivered and he leaned forward, his haunches tightening while he tried to pull his tail down again over his newly bared haunches. He was exposed, he could feel the cool breeze on his pucker and behind the length of his balls. They kept his tail hiked up high before hands moved between his hind legs. He couldn't see what they were doing, he was staring back out of the corner of his eyes and all he could see was that they were shifting something about just out of view as the hands moved up and cupped right along the swell of his balls so that he hunched and shuddered.

The fingers weren't hard or brutal, they cupped the heavy warmth of his orbs while he let out a low breath and squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn't a bad feeling to have the fingers rubbing along his heavy testicles, rolling them back and forth, caressing and stroking beneath the underside so that he started to tense up. His belly began to grow taut as the woman kneaded and squeezed along the orbs with long soft fingers as he grunted out and let out an angry noise. He chuffed and trembled, swallowing a little bit as her fingers rolled and the tip of his cock continued to spill down from his sheath. It had been nearly retreated all the way, but now it was pushing downwards again as he was handled and something else was reaching up to push against his pucker.

He couldn't stifle a squeal of shock as cold wet was squirted out against him, the spill of it ran downwards in a run and then pushed forward to spread the thick anal ring. He was left tensing up his haunches uncomfortably and his tail tried to snap down against himself protectively, but the stream only pushed forward as something breached his dark thick pucker. His outer ring was spread open wider and wider, swallowing along the feel of something that was round and rubbery. It pushed inwards several inches and spread him open so that his inner walls started to squeeze and clutch down around it before the cool stream spilled out of the opening and poured into his body. He couldn't stop it, he could only twitch and shudder as he felt it oozing in deep, flooding his bowels in a rush that had him panting out shallowly and grunting.

His walls contracted and squeezed, the movements working of their own accord as the messy ooze spilled in deeper before it began to back up and dribble out around the tube inserted inside of him. He flinched and shivered his skin, balling his fists up in humiliation as the hand that rested warmly on his balls made his cock droop down further. The pink tip was swinging back and forth as the woman kept stroking them, caressing and rolling them right along the tips of her fingers, teasing in circles so that he swung his hips away, or at least tried. He couldn't even hop on one leg, he was trapped, he had to put up with the treatment as his face went hot and humiliated as the precum spilled out with a slick feel as it swung down further and hung in a smooth curve between his bound hind legs.

"There we go, it'll go better if you just relax, old son." The woman murmured softly and gave his haunch a gentle pat with one hand, the other staying on his orbs. "Alan, go grab the winner, we'll make this quick and easy so we can close up for the day."

Xamir won't perform, this is all humiliating, but it's only for now. That's it.. He told himself as the tube slipped free and cool lubricant splattered down between his hind legs.

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Xamir sighed softly as he tried to ignore the fact that he was fully dropped and hard under his belly, something that was almost painful to try and dismiss in the current state of affairs. It was hard and throbbing, quivering painfully thick and eager as he shifted and arched his back up to start to thrust forward. His black tip spire ran right along the line of his chest as he tried to push his cock tip right along the underside. His hind legs splayed open wide as he arched and thrusted harder with a bit of a grunt as his dark cock tip rubbed over the warm spot, splattering a damp patch of wetness over him while he shuddered and flagged his tail up behind him. He could smell them, hear them, he couldn't escape the sound of the winners taking their pleasure with their prizes outside of the stable. It was a final blow to those who had lost, being forced to hear the grunts and squeals, to even see some of them as they worked.

Precum drooled from his cock tip into the hay, streams of it coating his legs, he had begun to produce more the older he got, the longer he was pent up. His balls ached so badly that he felt as if they were sore at the touch and he swung around in the stable with a bit of a groan as he looked past the slates in the stable. The larger draft style winners were there, he could see the mare with her docked tail and exposed winking slit waiting for the stallion that was coming to take her next. His shaft slapped up hard against his under belly, he knew that others could hear it, he didn't give a damn if they did. He should have been out there! He should have been the one to be on the mares, feeling so wet walls wrapping around him tightly as he pushed his way all the way in and stretched them around him.

With a groan he shot precum onto his hind legs and began to thrust harder, slapping his cock against his chest as he tried to find some relief. The mare's dusky tear shaped folds were winking messily and wet, drooling the juices of her heat while she was locked in place. She was forced to lean forward with her arms bound in front of her as her legs were splayed open wide to either side giving him a fine view. He could even see the pale pink teats beneath her belly, stiff and lovely looking, making him drool a bit at the thought of touching them. He pawed right against the wall and gave another little thrust forward while the sound of hooves distracted him from the view on her tight little cunt and a heavy white stallion stepped into view. Another winner. Where he should have been! The cock was hanging heavy and low, already stiff and painfully hard as he was led forward and allowed to swing up and onto the back of the presented mare. He couldn't look away, he was locked on the wet cock tip that swung up as the beast hunched forward and wrapped his forelegs around the haunches before jabbing up against the winking cunny lips.

_It's not fair. _ He snarled and shuddered, his muscles tensing and trembling while he tried to push forward. Like every other time he tried to masturbate, it was useless, there wasn't enough sensation on his belly to do more than taunt him.

Xamir's body was flaring hot, he was left shaking as he saw the stallion find his aim and suddenly the cock tip stabbed forward right against the dark outer lips and spread them open. He could have stopped looking, but his eyes wouldn't listen to him as he heard the mare squeal as inch after thick inch was stuffed into her body, stretching her, feeling the way those soft silky muscles would be clamping around him. He could imagine her bucking, shuddering, so hot and wet as he pumped into her body and stuffed himself all the way in with the base stretching the folds open wide. He slapped up harder, bobbing and bouncing against the line of his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut and stamped his hooves in place, the ache building along his taut balls.

With a rough groan he tore himself away from the slot in the wall and swung about, shaking with a slight sheen of sweat showing along his sides as he panted shallowly, unable to think past the throbbing ache that was beating through him. He turned, and came face to face with a slender groom who had been standing with the stall door open and watching him. His ears twitched flat back to his head and flinched backwards in humiliation at having been watched in the midst of spying on what was happening. His cock swung down to hang heavily, drooling in a puddle right along the straw as he panted and tried to back himself up all the way against the wall of the stall. The young man blinked a few times, his cheeks flushed red, but that didn't stop him from picking up a lead and offering a little nervous smile.

"C'mon, looks like you're ready for your prize." The lad said and reached up to clip the lead on Xamir's collar. "We've got him all nice and ready for you."

_My prize. _ He felt a pang of guilt and anger both, his prize should have been the mare outside! His prize should have been many mares, but now he was going to be led out and forced to dismiss his brother to spare him.

He shouldn't have reined himself back into third place, he should have let Vanir have his lesson! Why did his little brother always have to get himself into trouble? Why did he have to end up being protector at the ruin of his life? The lead was tugged and he stepped out with his cock bouncing under him, a humiliating fact of his life that so many others saw him aroused, but it was impossible for him to remain in his sheath. Not when he had just smelled and seen everything he wanted, and now he was being led away from it straight to where his brother was going to be bound up and waiting for him. At least being wrapped up like that would teach the young stallion a lesson, perhaps it would teach him to try and take better care of himself, pay more attention to his surroundings.

His cock swung this way and that as he was led from the stable and out into the yard, his ears pinned down flat to his head as his tail bobbed up and down behind him. He glared around the yard, tugging at the lead as he high stepped and tossed his mane out of his eyes, trying to ignore the part of the yard that was taken up with the stallions that were breeding their mares. That wasn't him, it might never be him now, next year he would be in a new division and be one of the youngest in it, this had been his real shot. He grew angrier, frustrated and pent up as he gave his head a rough shake and his eyes found a familiar grey dappled body that was standing out in the yard not terribly far away from where he was standing. He froze for a moment, his eyes making sense of the bound centaur colt.

Vanir was locked into the breeding stand, one leg hiked up and hanging from a tied off rope, his tail hiked and held to one side while the dark black pucker glistened in the light. His upper body was stretched down close to the ground so he couldn't quite see his brother's face, he could only see the haunches and the heavy bound tail that was yanked to one side. For a moment, he wasn't thinking about Vanir, wasn't thinking about his brother, wasn't thinking about anything except the sight of the thick dark anal ring that was coated in something slick and wet looking. His cock slapped up beneath him involuntarily, hitting hard before dropping back down again, it was all too easy to imagine the soft curved haunches as the mare he had been watching.

"Come on, lad! There you go, enjoy your prize." The groom loosened the lead and gave him more slack as he stared at his brother's prepared ass.

Damn him! This should be a mare! This should be my relief!! He stiffened angrily and turned his head to one side, remaining on all fours.

"Heh, doesn't look like he appreciates the fact he won another stallion." Someone chimed in with a playful lilt to their voice and Xamir snorted, balling his fists up.

"His body is interested, maybe he just needs a nudge." The female that had led Vanir away spoke up and he flinched slightly at the comment about his dropped cock.

How could his brother do this to him? He had spent his entire life taking care of the young colt, through slavery, through everything and now he was put in a position of not even getting an ounce of relief! He stiffened and stomped a hind hoof, side stepping slightly and throwing his forelock from his eyes as the female groom stepped up to the back of the dappled haunches. Was Vanir doing this on purpose? Was it all some sort of grand joke being played on him? Damn him! He grew angrier as he stood there, the distant sounds of squeals and muffled cries letting him know that others were far more successful than he was. His haunches tensed and he took in a dream breath as the woman reached up and uncorked a bottle before trailing something right under the tail base, something gooey and clear, something that made his heart leap in his chest.

He didn't think about anything the moment the first drop fell down against the dappled haunches, his body was pounding and hot as he drew in a breath and his cock stiffened up to rest right along his belly. The precum drooled along the tip to spill messily to the ground while he took a shuddering step forward, prancing and trembling. The world was scented suddenly sweetly, mare scent, heat scent, arousing fertile delicious scent that he had been dreaming about just this morning and now it was filling his lungs. He heard his brother grunting, throwing his weight around in the restraints with a wild noise, but Xamir's attention was only on that scent. He groaned and drew in a deeper breath, a rich delicious caress that filtered over him before he took another step, drawn towards it.

It was what he had always been dreaming of, he'd always wanted it, always wanted to be close enough to drink it down. The soft iron grey and dappled body became softer looking to his eyes, his mind roiling under with the vision of thick dark lips winking and flexing. He jerked his hands against the restraints as he high stepped and his cock bobbed up and down, and Vanir let out a louder noise and jerked backwards, trying to clear his head with a rough shake. This wasn't a mare, this was his younger brother that had gotten trapped like this. He stepped back again and blew out a breath, attempting to breathe through his nose as he licked his lips nervously. This was his younger brother, not some mare, this was someone he took care of, watched out for, kept safe...

_Who lost me my chance to have even an ounce of relief... _ He thought bitterly and snapped his tail behind him. _He's the reason I'm not over a mare right now, he's the reason I lost my chance.. _

_ _

A thought rippled just beneath the surface, an awful thought, a humiliatingly embarrassing thought, but it remained there as he stared at the haunches and the thick pucker. The tightness under his belly grew as his cock slapped upwards roughly against his chest again as he took another step forward. It wouldn't be that bad, his brother wouldn't be hurt by it, it might just sting his pride enough to learn him to be cautious. Another step. He was supposed to be with a mare right now, wasn't it fitting that he at least get some relief? Yet another step closer, he could see the tail shaking. No one could blame him, he had been taking care of his brother for years now, he was the only reason Vanir hadn't been hurt badly before. One more step and he was close enough to feel the warmth from the haunches, his ears pricking forward as he drew in a deeper breath.

It's only right.. it's fair. It'll even up the score.. He stepped again and his chest brushed against the haunches, his brother squealed out.

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Vanir squealed angrily as he felt the chest pushing against his haunches, the sudden push upwards that ground right against his wet pucker. He was trying to kick backwards as his brother let out a soft noise, almost soothing sounding as the silky chest rubbed against him slowly. It was an intimate caress, slipping and running along him as he leaned forward and away. His mind was clouded and heavily coated in the scent of mare on the air, but he knew it was wrong, Xamir shouldn't be anywhere near him! This was where his brother was supposed to demand to go back to the stable and leave him alone. He tried to clamp his tail down as one of the grooms moved to his side and helped keep his tail out of the way as Xamir groaned out.

Vanir's cock was hanging down heavy and full, throbbing and aching with the scents on the air, he couldn't do anything about it. He tried to keep himself from staying hard, but there was nothing he could do, it refused to go down as it bounced this way and that. He didn't want his brother to see him this way, no matter that it was seen all too often, but he was helpless to do anything about it. He could see from the corner of his eyes that Xamir was in a similar state, the roan belly damp and dark with precum from the constant slapping motions when his cock swung up. He couldn't do this! He had to get away. The dappled pony jerked and lunged upwards, trying to tear his hooves free to kick back.

"Sorry...." He heard his brother get the word out, but it was distant and distracted as the weight suddenly shoved against him. "So sorry..."

_No.... he can't! _ Vanir's eyes bulged as the weight pushed up and over the line of his haunches, the sudden clatter of hooves as two all too familiar roan forelegs hooked along his haunches.

"NNFFFF ORRRRFF!!" He yelled around the bit angrily, trying to jerk away wildly as his brother pushed him down, the weight firmly pinning him in place while something hot and hard jabbed along his inner hind legs.

He knew what it was, there was no hiding it, the swollen tip of the glans jabbed right up against his inner thighs and hit hard against his aching balls. The dark tip smeared wetness over him while he tried to dip his hips downwards, his back aching from the odd pose as the forelegs pulled harder against the curve of his haunches. The hooves scraped roughly against him as the weight pushed higher up, making attempts to struggle impossible as the weight pressed him down against the ground. The heavy cock flung upwards and sent a splatter of precum high up on his haunch as the hind legs stepped forward and pushed further. He could smell him! He knew that warm smell, the feel of the fur brushing over him, what had been familiar and comforting was suddenly horrifying and humiliating.

He closed his eyes and his cock started to soften, drooping down at the horror of what was happening, unable to even distract himself as he felt the blunt large cock suddenly sliding intimately beneath his tail. He clamped his pucker down tightly, trying to seal himself shut as the inky black tip jabbed forward roughly against the glistening lubricated opening. He was rocked forward as his brother leaned forward, the bare chest nearly brushing against his own as Xamir grunted out and jabbed again, his older brother's breathing coming in short pants. The girth pushed upwards, the suddenly caught right against his tight anal ring. His brother rammed forward while Vanir squealed out in shock, his eyes bulging as the tip started to pry him open, the girth bowing with the force of the thrust.

The young stallion shuddered, his breathing coming in short heavy pants as the thick tip forced it's way inwards, splaying the walls wider and wider. He winced and trembled, his cheeks going hot red as the thick spire began to sink into his tender hot body. His walls stretched open wider and wider, swallowing around the too large tip with an ache of painful stretching that was nearly burning. The lubricant that had been pumped into him was pushed out around the obscenely large length, the first few inches pushing forward with a powerful thrust that burrowed the length all the way down to the medial ring. His legs were shaking, trembling to hold up his brother's weight. There was a moan, a heady sound as his brother felt every quivering clamp around the length of his shaft and continued inwards.

The medial ring was swallowed by his tailhole, stretching it open wide before the thick veined length slipped through him with a slow smooth stroke. It caressed places that had never been touched before, working over them teasingly as the hips dragged backwards and pulled the medial ring out with a wet popping noise. The length slurped free slowly, the caress sending a shudder down Vanir's spine as he jerked in shock. His inner walls suckled around the shaft, starting to squeeze tighter around the spire while the bulging tip started to pull backwards and nearly popped all the way free before his brother gave another slam forward.

It hurt and ached, the walls were struggling to hold the length as the sliding push inwards caressing parts of him that didn't hurt at all. There were small shocks of pleasure, things that he couldn't stop as the lubed cock drove forward all the way past the medial ring and his brother gave a final short buck that forced the ridge all the deeper. Something hot and gooey was spilling out into the passage with a warm rush, precum was drooling through the inner walls and pushing inwards. It was disgusting, terrifying, and his body suddenly flexed upwards with a sudden push of the medial ring pushing over the length of his prostate, making his cock surge upwards beneath his belly to slap against the underside with a wet noise. It felt good.. it felt... He shuddered and squeezed his walls down tightly, suckling and pulling along the mottled cock that was hammering through his young body.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Xamir wasn't thinking that this was his brother, he wasn't considering that this was anything other than a warm wet hole that was wrapping around him. Oh gods it was soft and silky feeling, suckling around his cock as he drove himself forward and tucked his hooves in tight to either side of the dappled sides. There was a wet squelching sound of lubricant and his own precum pushing out around the edges as his precum forced inwards, burrowing in inch by heavy inch, feeling the tight ring that was wrapped around his cock squeezing him harder as his brother gave a jerk and twitch under him. The struggle and shifts, the red young face beneath him, none of it mattered as he pushed forward again and edged the thickest part of his cock into the passage, his hind legs spreading open wide to cup against the dappled loins.

He had never been inside of anyone, but he had always dreamed, but those dreams were nothing compared to this. The feel of the body being rocked beneath his own as his heavy balls clapped forward. He could feel the caressing squeezes as the muscles started twitching around him as his cock burrowed in deep. Every part of the passage was warm and slick, molding around him in a way that seemed as if it were made for him. He held himself there, shaking and panting shallowly before stepping backwards one slow hoof step at a time. The cock pulled backwards with a slurping noise as he stumbled backwards and jerked his hips fast enough that he misjudged just how deep his brother was. His cock tip popped free with a wet noise, thick strands of wetness clinging between them before he jabbed wildly forward, trying to find the mark again.

He jabbed wildly a few times, his hooves tugged harder and his brother squealed a bit before his dark cock tip found the spot and plunged forward with a wild leap and buck. His cock was wrapped in the heat slick walls that caressed along him as he sank inwards, the wild plunge driving himself all the way down to the very base of his cock as his brother groaned and trembled in place. The walls tightened harder, squeezing almost painfully tight while he heard a wet slap coming from beneath him. The warm body was shaking and humping forward, little thrusts and jerks that rocked him as his brother reacted to being stuffed full. Xamir twitched his ears flat back and simply shuddered before dragging his hips back, the slow smooth caress slipping further backwards.

_He's enjoying it... _He thought, half in a daze of pleasure before driving forward in a violent rock to bury himself in deep. His guilt slipping away by the moment.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"MMMMF!!" Vanir drooled around the bit as the next thrust hammered home, his aching body stretched wide around the cock again.

He was horrified that his cock was flexing up against his belly, stiff and hard as the too large shaft plunged and worked right over his prostate with steady strokes, running in and out with short powerful movements and bucks. He couldn't keep his mind on what was happening, he could only feel, feel the body hammering above him, feel the way the hips were coming in close and jerking forward before pulling backwards. The thickness of the tip caressed slowly, running and nearly popping out of him again before driving themselves home. Xamir's little cries were short and heavy, trembling and squealing at times when he drove in so far that the heavy balls slapped heavily right against the swell of the orbs. Messy dribbles of precum and lubricant was running down the back of his hind legs, trailing downwards to mark him.

The scent of mare that had gotten him going was being lost, all he was doing was choking on the scent of his brother's rut. He was squeezing his eyes shut, trying to brace himself as the thrusts grew shorter, wilder, his entire body forming a sheath around the mottled length as his own worked against the underside of his belly. It refused to go down, and it wasn't helped by the fact a human hand reached down beneath him and suddenly wrapped around the tip of his cock as it swung up towards the underside of his chest. The fingers moved out and wrapped right along his cock tip and squeezed firmly, making him tense down and squeeze the spire so that another hot spray of precum was flung out into his passage. It was hot and wet feeling, spilling around the obscenely swollen length.

Vanir squealed out in shock, his hips tried to hunch down, thrusting forward wildly as the human's hand pumped lightly around the tip of his cock with a gentle caress. He didn't know who it was, and in that moment, he didn't care, his body was pounding with heat that was building just beneath the surface and bubbling upwards. He panted and trembled, eyes squeezed as tightly closed as they would go as his cock tip began to spread open wide. He felt his brother hammering into him, the sweat coated belly pushed against him as the heavy balls clapped forward against his own time and time again. His embarrassment, his horror, was burrowed beneath him as he started to tense up, his legs shuddering as his balls drew up tighter between his hind legs.

When the hand moved down his pink length, trailing down towards the dark medial ring, he threw his head back as far as he could before crying out with a ragged angry noise. His inner walls started to pulse and caress, pulling and squeezing as he sent out a hot wash of cum erupting from the tip to splatter against the back of his dark legs. His sides tensed and squeezed, legs tensing up while the stream hit the ground in a hot rush that hit the ground while he cried out. His ears remained pinned to his head as he shuddered, working along the length that began to hammer through his body in powerful thrusts, the speed building up, milking more and more of his pent up cum from his body as he painted his legs and even splattered his chest.

He couldn't help it, there was nothing he could do, nor was there anything he could do when his brother hammered forward and the hooves hit hard right against his lower belly. They scraped roughly as the cock burrowed all the way in to the sheath and the balls ground against his own messily, rolling and pushing forward. His legs started to shake as his body was forced to stretch open wider and wider, blossoming and stretching his aching passage making his eyes tear up as the drag back pulled through him before another thrust hammered home. He let out a ragged little squeal, he couldn't help it, he sounded almost like a filly as his brother began to throb and pulse within the length of his passage.

The heat of it stiffened, running through he felt it deep inside of him, bubbling up and streaming through his passage in a hot wave of cum. He felt his brother pulsing it out, gooey and sticky, it was flung deep into the passage as the roan stallion relaxed over him with a groan and emptied his own aching balls. Vanir couldn't do anything, his body was squeezing and pulling along the length, caressing and stroking form the base all the way to the tip. The throbbing flare was lodged deep inside of him as the pressured spray hit deeper, too much, it was coating his inner passage. It didn't stay there, he felt it pushing down along the mottled length, oozing out around the taut O that had been made of his anal ring to trail down along his balls, marking his body as having been fucked like a mare. By his own brother..

"God... that felt good.." Xamir panted against the curve of his back, not even making a motion to move back away from him.

Vanir twitched and turned his head as much as he could, glaring back at his older brother accusingly as the heavy cock began to soften in his aching ass. His own cock was hanging between his hind legs, drooling a stream of the last of his cum to the ground messily. His brother didn't even pull out as the softening cock pulled far enough back that the cum was spilling down in a stream from his body, puddling between his hind legs. Xamir's eyes opened, the strawberry forelock half covered the eyes while he looked unfocused and relaxed.

"Oh.. don't look like that.." Xamir gave a slight smile, it teased the edges of his lips just a touch. "God.. so tight.." He grunted a little and shifted. "Maybe next time you won't come in last."

Vanir continued to glare back at him, but Xamir was in the midst of the golden glow from his orgasm, feeling his cock slipping free with a slurping noise as it fell down between his hind legs. For the first time in years he wasn't looking at his brother and seeing a burden to watch over, to protect, no... he was seeing something so much more. For the first time he was seeing an end to the enforced celibacy that had been so much a part of his life. After all, if he was going to be the one suffering and protecting Vanir, shouldn't his little brother be offering something else in return? The thought made him shiver as he began to slide backwards, his spent cock swinging beneath him as he dismounted his new 'mare'.