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Measured and Whipped for HandofBlades by Draconicon

"Heh, you ain't gonna win against me, colt."

The black stallion smirked as he cupped his crotch, rolling his balls between his fingers through the fabric. Just that was enough to make Steven, his breeding rival, lose a bit of his smirk, but the white stallion clenched his teeth before snorting.

"You call me a colt? What are you then, a foal?"

"Heh, if I am, I'm better hung than you'll ever be."

"I've been breeding this mares every year for the last six years. I ain't had no complaints, and I'm not having some newcomer like you think he can outdo me."

Calvin chuckled, shaking his head at the white horse. They were always like this on the new farms. He always was there for a few weeks, and they were always so pissed off with having him there. Then again, it was just about the only time that they'd get any eager action instead of having to force it, so he supposed any male would get pissed.

Then again, they didn't need to start putting themselves above him, either. He was a stud horse. He did this for a living.

He continued to fondle and rub himself in front of the local white stallion, making sure to show off just how worn his shorts were, how much his cock pressed against them, how big he was to have caused rips in his own pants around the crotch. Every time that he squeezed himself down there, his cock woke up that little bit more, the heavy length starting to bulge out the front again as he chuckled.

"Your masters want me here to stud these ladies, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do, short stuff."

"Like you could do it any better than I do." Steven snorted. "I've been -"

"Time don't mean shit, colt. What your packing does, and I'm betting I'm packing almost twice what you got."

"Twi - that's impossible!"

"Hey, I'm not the horse that's hung like a mare here."

He loved the snorting, red-eyed look that Steven was getting. It was so much better than the cockiness he was used to. And it meant that it would be all the sweeter to take him down a couple of pegs. Leaning back against the barn door, he gave himself one last fondle before letting go, letting his full balls and his half-erect cock plop down into his pants. Just that was nearly enough to rip them.

Not that Steven seemed to notice, considering how he stomped over to him. The white horse poked his chest hard as he shouted.

"I'm bigger than you, and I'll prove it. Whoever's the biggest stallion gets all the mares."

"Heh, you wanna hand over all the girls around here, be my guest."

"Shut the fuck up and take off your pants!"

"You first, colt."

Still fuming, Steven took a step back and pulled at his pants. Calvin didn't feel worried in the least; after all, he had seen the other horse when he was out for a minute or two, and there wasn't that much there that he could see.

As the other stallion's pants hit the floor, Calvin admitted that he'd misjudged the other horse, by a little bit, at least. It wasn't huge, but it was respectable enough. As the white stallion got it hard, it reached about eleven inches long, and the flared head made it about four inches across at the top. Balls were a bit lacking, though; he could see why Steven's masters wanted someone else in for studding, even aside from cock size.

"See? I got plenty here."

"Eh, you got the average. Maybe a bit less."

"Fuck you! What're you packing, then? It ain't gonna be any more than this."

"Buddy, you ain't got a clue how wrong you are."

It only took a practiced flick of his thumb and finger to open the button of his shorts, and after that, the rest took care of itself. The sheer mass of his cock and balls tugged his zipper down, and as he put his legs a bit closer together, his shorts fell to the ground around his ankles. What was revealed drew all the cockiness out of Steven's face and made him as pale as the rest of his hair.

Calvin knew what he had. His soft cock alone swayed at nearly ten inches, and as he gave it a couple of strokes, it immediately surpassed what the other horse had. It continued to grow as it slowly lifted upwards, its sheer size keeping it from pointing up and merely pointing forward instead. The black stallion stroked himself a bit harder, encouraging it to grow bigger and bigger as the inches piled on.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. They pushed out further and further, his sheath pulling up a little as the slack was taken up. It finally stopped at eighteen and a quarter inches, the head flaring out for nearly six inches. He had the other horse beat in girth as well as length, and as he pulled his cock up, he showed just how much else he had to offer as well.

"You may have a stallion cock - if only just - but you ain't got a stallion's balls. These are real balls."

He gripped the leathery black orbs, smirking as the white horse continued to just stare. It was too easy to taunt him like this, particularly since he could barely hold one testicle in his hand at a time. They were so full and big, perfect for breeding other horses, unlike that sorry sac between Calvin's legs.

Best of all, that defeated look on the other stallion's face meant that he'd won. Calvin grinned as he closed the distance between the two of them, putting a hand on the other horse's shoulder.

"I'm gonna want a warm-up before I get to the girls."

"You - you can't -"

"I'm gonna do whatever I damn well want, colt. On your knees."

"I -"

"On your knees!"

He pushed down hard, and Steven had no chance. The white stallion was soon down on cock level for the bigger horse, and Calvin grinned down at his little bitch. He grabbed his cock by the base, pulling it up and laying the eighteen inch length over the other horse's head. Even with the sheer length of the other stallion's muzzle, the flared tip was hanging over the white horse's mane, oozing pre into it.

It was so laughable that he actually broke out in a chuckle, shaking his head as he bounced his cock up and down on the other horse's forehead. Every smack left a soft, wet smack sound in the air, and more of his pre oozed down the back of Steven's neck.

"You look better like that than you ever did on your feet."

"P-please, stop this. This isn't -"

"Shut up, colt."

"No, Calvin, I'm not -"

"I said." He stepped back, and slapped his cock hard against the side of the stallion's face. "Shut up, colt. Unless you want to be my little bitch instead of just a warm-up."

That was usually enough to shut the bitch stallions up, and this was no exception, as Steven went completely quiet. Chuckling, the black stallion stoked his cock a few times, encouraging a little pre to flow from the tip, and he spent nearly a minute wiping it across the pathetic little 'colt's' face. It was almost invisible, except for the bits of matted fur showed where it had been wetted down.

"Heh, you know your place now?"

Steven didn't answer, so he slapped his cock against his cheek again.

"Answer me, bitch."

"I'm...I'm a colt."

"That's right. And colts don't get to fuck, do they?"

"...No."

"Heh, no they don't. But they do get fucked."

"They - what?"

"Yeah, they get fucked...and you're about to get your face fucked."

"Wai-"

He grabbed the other horse by the ears and yanked him down as soon as he opened his mouth. Calvin grinned at the feeling of his flared cock head forcing the other horse's mouth open wider and wider the further in he went, until the horse's jaws were spread as wide as they could go, not even touching the base of his shaft. He chuckled, forcing his cock further and further back, until the head popped into Steven's throat. Only then was the jaw able to shut.

He held the other horse's mouth shut around his cock, leaning down and petting the smaller stallion, almost as if he were a mare getting her mane combed.

"Heh, feel that? Feel how thick that is, bitch? That's going to be going up the pussies of each and every one of your mares around here. Even if you get a chance to fuck 'em again this year, they're going to be so stretched out that they're not even gonna feel that stick of yours. You'll be treated like a little colt, too tiny to do what a real stallion can do."

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

"Heh, what, can't breathe? Can't fuck, either, and you sure can't seed anything. Not with these berries instead of balls."

He shoved his leg forward, almost kicking the other horse's sac, and stopping just short of actually hurting it. He did, however, push his hoof against it, holding it there and pushing it harder and harder against the other stallion's crotch, making his whimpers and moans climb in pitch.

"If I had the chance, I'd just get rid of these. Your masters are already calling in someone else to do your job. Only a matter of time until they geld you and turn you into a real bitch. Might as well; these things ain't of any use..."

He slowly pulled his hoof back, and at the same time, dragged his cock out of Steven's throat. The flare made another popping sound as it slid free, and nearly dislocated the white stallion's jaw at the same time. Calvin just smirked as he pulled all the way out, rubbing the spit off of his cock and onto the other horse's face.

"Heh, you just think about that, little bitch. I'm off to give all those mares the cock that they actually need. Starting with that sister of yours."

"W-what?"

"Heh, I said ALL the mares, colt. And she's gonna be my first."

The End