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Tyler hovered nervously in front of the wide doorway to the huge wooden stable before him; he could hear the grunts and snorts of horses—as well as the hum of a fan and the faint sound of bluegrass music playing on a distant stereo—and he smelled the wonderfully earthy odors of dust, wood, leather, hay, and sweat that emanated from within the building. He’d initially thought he was ready to go inside and present himself as confidently as possible to his new boss…

But whatever self-assurance Tyler had managed to work up during the walk from his car to the stable entrance had disappeared at the sight of a rabbit reclining and dozing on a mound of loose hay stacked by the side of the building; save for the ratty old straw hat covering his face to block out the glare of the sun, the rabbit was completely naked. Tyler had stopped in his tracks and stared in surprise, needing a moment to compose himself again before he tentatively spoke.

“Um…ex…excuse me?”

At the sound of Tyler’s voice, the rabbit—leanly muscled and sporting a coat of dirty beige fur—languidly propped his hat up with one hand and opened his eyes, squinting in the bright sun as he glanced up at the fully-dressed and slender 18-year-old gray wolf standing before him. “Yeah?”

The rabbit (who couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than Tyler himself) made no move to cover himself or stand at attention; he simply remained on his makeshift hay bed with his legs partly spread, giving the young wolf an unobstructed view of his semi-flaccid cock lazily protruding from his sheath and his balls resting comfortably between his thighs.

Tyler hesitated; he didn’t have a problem with casual nudity like this—hell, enjoying a break in the buff and catching a quick snooze on a hot and sunny summer day like this sounded perfect to him. But what caught the young wolf off-guard was just how openly the nude rabbit was sunning himself right next to the barn—it simply wasn’t something Tyler had expected to see, and he was surprised enough to pause and briefly wonder what kind of stable he’d signed up to work at for the summer…but then, if the farmhand wasn’t showing any kind of concern about getting into trouble for being naked, then clearly the boss had no problem with it. And speaking of the boss—

“I-I’m…uh, I’m looking for Mr. Folsom?” Tyler asked.

The rabbit nodded towards the doorway. “He’s in there, can’t miss him.”

“Oh…ah, thanks,” Tyler murmured as he cautiously stepped past the rabbit (and snuck another surreptitious side glance at the naked man).

“Yep.” The rabbit simply closed his eyes again and sighed, lowering his hat on his face again and settling back into a light doze.

Inside the stable, Tyler’s paw pads lightly scuffed across the dusty concrete floor as he walked past a closed door labeled “Tack Room” and another labeled “Equipment”. He passed a cluster of unused stalls, and along the way he could hear horses nickering and stomping around further in the stable, but for now Tyler was more concerned with finding the man he was looking for; he looked from side to side, peering into the empty stalls he ambled past…until he came across an open door labeled “Office”. He glanced inside, where he saw a brightly-lit, clean and rustically-styled office, which was currently occupied by a thickset grizzly bear sitting at the large oak desk and working on a laptop.

Tyler knocked on the doorframe. “Um, Mr. Folsom?”

The bear looked up from his computer and grinned genially when he saw the wolf standing on the threshold before him. “Well, hey there! You must be Tyler, right?”

Tyler nodded. “Y-yes, sir—Tyler Shepard, that’s me.”

“Excellent! Hank Folsom, great to meet you—glad you found the place alright! How was the drive out here?” the bear said as he stood from his desk and came to meet Tyler in a firm and friendly handshake.

Tyler gulped nervously, intimidated into silence for a moment; at 5’8”, the young wolf was utterly dwarfed by the 45-year-old grizzly bear towering over him. Mr. Folsom, dressed only in a pair of worn and patched denim overalls, had to be close to seven feet tall and looked strong enough to lift a mountain, he was so burly and beefy and…undeniably masculine. Tyler couldn’t help but ogle the man’s thickly muscled arms, broad shoulders, and tank-like chest; with no shirt on under his overalls, most of Mr. Folsom’s upper torso was on display, with just enough still hidden to make the teen’s imagination fill in the rest of the older man’s impressive and powerful physique.

“N-nice to meet you, too!” Tyler managed to squeak out, his small paw still smothered by the bear’s huge mitt. Still a little flustered from his encounter with the nude rabbit outside and even more so now that he was face-to-face with such a strapping and imposing stud of a manIn a flustered rush, Tyler shakily went on, “I-it wasn’t bad! Traffic was alright and it’s nice to get out in the countryside…I’m really excited to work for you this summer, thanks so much for this opportunity, I’m gonna do my best for you!” the wolf added in an eager yet nervous rush.

“Mmm, glad to hear it, and I’m sure you will—I can tell already you’re a hard-working kid, just the type I need around here,” Mr. Folsom warmly rumbled before he released the wolf’s hand and rested his paws on his hips. “But I also understand if it turns out the work isn’t for you; I like to give my new stablehands a probationary week first, just to see if the job’s a good fit. Most of the boys I hire love it, but I still like to give them the chance to change their minds, just in case—anyway, I’ll still pay you for this first week, but at a reduced rate while we test things out. Then if you decide to stay on I’ll kick you up to the full rate. Sound good to you?”

Tyler nodded, his eyes glued on Mr. Folsom. “Yes, sir!”

“Great! In that case, let’s get started with a quick tour, and you can meet some of your coworkers—come on, pup,” the bear said enthusiastically, clapping a hand on Tyler’s shoulder and holding the young wolf close as he steered the teen out of the office.

Tyler’s heart fluttered as he allowed himself to be pulled along by Mr. Folsom, and the two of them stepped back out into the main hallway of the stable, side by side. The tall and thick-bodied grizzly bear strolled sedately along, and Tyler did his best to match the older man’s slow stride, occasionally bumping against Mr. Folsom’s side while the large ursine continued to hold his shoulder with his warm and strong hand.

Mr. Folsom started with a quick stop by the tack room that Tyler had first walked by on the way to the office; it was a large, walk-in closet stocked with dozens upon dozens of bridles and halters, saddles and pads, reins, bits, blinders, riding crops, brushes and hoof picks, ropes and stirrups, and just about anything else needed for riding and grooming a horse. As he surveyed the room and familiarized himself with some of the supplies he would be using in the course of his summer job as a stablehand, Tyler also noticed a couple wall-mounted racks that held a collection of what looked like smaller chest harnesses and a crate full of what appeared to be knee pads—the young wolf briefly wondered why Mr. Folsom had that particular gear available, but before he could ask about it or why he would need it, the bear guided him over to the equipment storeroom, where Tyler could find supplies ranging from pitchforks and buckets to rakes, hoses, blankets and wheelbarrows.

“It’s all pretty standard for mucking out stalls, feeding, and grooming, you should be able to figure it out, but let me know if you have any questions; so far so good?” Mr. Folsom asked.

“Yes, sir.” Tyler nodded dutifully.

“Great! I’ll show you the feed room, and then get you acquainted with the guys.”

The bear led Tyler deeper into the stable, describing how the farm operated and giving the new probationary stablehand more details about the job. Tyler listened intently, eagerly taking in everything that Mr. Folsom was saying, but he couldn’t help but notice that the farther they moved away from the entrance to the stable, the stronger the smell of horse became, and he found himself sniffing the air indulgently, savoring the stallion-scented aroma that filled his nostrils and beckoned him onward. He’d always loved that scent—it never failed to make his mouth water and his stomach flip in a way that sent tingles up his spine, and with his teen hormones in full swing, somehow a wire in his brain got crossed and he simply found the smell to be so wonderfully arousing. To Tyler, it was the scent of pure animal, something primal and powerful, far more powerful than he could ever hope to be. He wanted to be subservient to that animalistic power, too, to coat himself in that musky pungence and be marked as something that belonged to the owner of that heavenly and bestial aroma…

“Right now, we’ve got 10 horses and two donkeys on the farm, but you can see that we’ve got plenty of room for more,” Mr. Folsom went on after showing Tyler the feed room and distracting the boy from his reverie. The bear motioned at the empty stalls that he and Tyler passed by as he continued, “I’d like to get up to 20 horses over the next couple of years, but it’s going to depend on breeding stock and availability—we focus on specialty studs here.”

“Specialty studs?” Tyler looked up at Mr. Folsom quizzically.

The bear chuckled. “Heh, you’ll see—meet your coworkers.”

Tyler and Mr. Folsom turned right at the stable’s T-junction, and the wolf’s heart skipped a beat and his eyes grew wide at his first sight of the horses. There were four of them, their broad, thick necks and enormous heads looming over their wooden stall gates as they curiously looked at him and Mr. Folsom. As he and the bear approached the horses in their stalls, Tyler marveled at the magnificent creatures—they were impressive and huge, their coats gleaming and their manes beautiful. From the patterns of their fur, the shapes of their muzzles, and their incredible size, Tyler immediately recognized two Clydesdales, a Percheron, and a Shire horse; he was familiar enough with how big those breeds were supposed to be generally, but while he and Mr. Folsom padded closer to the occupied stalls, Tyler observed that the bear’s horses were even larger than normal; from what he could see, the young wolf could tell that they were oversized even for the giant standards of their respective stocks.

A shiver ran up his spine and his tail wagged in excitement.

“Oh, wow,” Tyler breathed in awe.

“Hehe, now you see what I mean by specialty studs, right?” Mr. Folsom smirked.

“Hu-how did you get them so big?” Tyler asked.

“Extremely selective breeding,” the bear replied proudly. “Heh, they’re a bunch of big ol’ fuckers, but they’re sweet as pie, real friendly with everyone—want to say hi?”

The young wolf nodded eagerly. “Y-yeah!”

Mr. Folsom led Tyler to the first occupied stall, where a Clydesdale with a rich chestnut coat and well-kempt black mane resided. The horse lowered his head inquisitively towards the wolf, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed at Tyler.

“This is Arlo; he’s pretty curious and likes to get some attention—heh, see, only just met you and he wants some loving from you already,” Mr. Folsom snickered when the huge horse gently nudged Tyler’s chest, earning a joyful guffaw from the teen.

Tyler raised his hand tentatively. “Can I—”

“Oh yeah, go ahead and give ‘em a pat; like I said, everyone’s real friendly,” the bear said breezily.

Tyler reached up and stroked Arlo’s huge cheek, then rubbed along the horse’s muzzle. “Hey, Arlo; man, you’re beautiful…such a good boy,” the wolf crooned while he stroked Arlo’s long face and large forehead.

Arlo bobbed his head up and down, and like an enormous cat, the Clydesdale leaned into Tyler’s stroking, offering up more of his muzzle, chin, cheeks, and neck for the boy to pat. The horse snorted appreciatively, clearly enjoying the affectionate treatment, and Tyler could see a delighted gleam in Arlo’s eyes.

“Yeah, pretty sure he’s already in love with you, pup,” Mr. Folsom quipped with a grin, which made Tyler blush beneath his fur. “Ready to meet the rest of the guys?”

Tyler almost couldn’t believe that he was getting to interact with so many huge studs who peered at him with such keen interest and fervently nuzzled against him in greeting; after Arlo, Mr. Folsom introduced the young wolf to Chief (one of the Percherons), Kojak (another Clydesdale), Scotty (the Shire), Tank (another Percheron), Logan (the third Clydesdale in the stable), and Baxter (the lone donkey currently in the stable, and despite the species difference, Baxter was just as impressively huge as his compatriots). Every one of them received plenty of pats and strokes from Tyler, and in return they contentedly snorted into the wolf’s face and hands, playfully nibbled at his shirt, nudged his chest and rubbed up against him, and even gave him a few licks with their enormous tongues.

By the end of the introductions, Tyler smelled thoroughly of horse and a powerful heat had risen in both his face and his loins; his tail had swished happily with every meeting and his once-flaccid cock had already begun to swell to a semi and start pushing against his underwear, but the teen did his utmost to restrain himself from popping a boner in his shorts in front of Mr. Folsom. It had been especially difficult for Tyler to contain his arousal when he’d caught glimpses of his “coworkers’” nether regions; both Baxter and Tank had been hanging out towards the rear of their extremely roomy stalls, and as they’d approached their respective gates to meet Tyler, the teenager’s gaze had been magnetically drawn to the space beneath the equines’ vast abdomens and between their hind legs.

Baxter’s cock had been fully in his sheath, with only his glans protruding from the fleshy pocket like a huge button, while Tank’s semi-flaccid and hefty member had been dangling halfway out and swayed back and forth between his legs as he’d walked over to the gate of his stall—Tyler could see that the Percheron’s endowment was already as long as his own arm, and it wasn’t even erect, and the wolf had no doubt at all that Baxter the donkey could easily match Tank’s manhood inch for inch and pound for pound. And, of course, seeing both studs’ enormous testicles lightly jounce between their legs as Baxter and Tank ambled over had only made the wolf’s mouth water even more and his cock even firmer in his tight underwear—the poor boy struggled to resist, but he couldn’t help the carnal visions that ran through his head as he greeted the donkey and the Percheron. He wanted to sink to his knees and get his hands on every inch of their enormous cocks and balls; he wanted to worship them with his muzzle, kissing around the flares of their cockheads and licking the musky, salty skin of their members before slurping over their testicles; he wanted to stroke their impressively thick, long, and stiff shafts, feeling every vein and their preputial rings beneath his hands; he wanted to sloppily French kiss their urethral openings, tonguing the tight and fleshy tunnels that drooled slimy precum and were still flavored with the acrid and delicious tang of lingering piss; he wanted to tug on their flared cockheads and pull out load after load of thick horse cream directly into his waiting mouth, to guzzle as many ounces as possible; he wanted…he wanted…

“And that’s the gang here; everyone else is outside,” Mr. Folsom said, distracting Tyler from his fantasies once introductions were complete.

With his cock pressing hard against his underwear, Tyler walked as normally as he could (albeit stiffly to try to hide the silhouette of his already-plump crotch) alongside the bear as Mr. Folsom pulled him away from the horses in their stalls and guided him to one of the stable’s exits. A wide dirt-and-gravel road backed up to the building’s rear and led to a whole complex of fenced paddocks, fields with vegetable patches, an enormous pasture, and even an orchard in the distance.

And for a brief moment, Tyler forgot how much the horses had excited him as he took in the full view of Folsom Farms; there had to be at least 20 acres of sprawling land, and Tyler could see a couple additional barns and a few sheds placed strategically near certain fields and the orchard. Way off towards the far, tree-lined boundary of the farm, the wolf could even make out a modest two-story house, which he supposed was Mr. Folsom’s personal residence.

“Oh, wow, I didn’t realize how big this place was,” Tyler observed, scanning the farm.

“Yep, lots of room for some of the produce we grow here, but we need plenty of space for the studs, they like having some extra room to move around,” Mr. Folsom explained.

As he surveyed Mr. Folsom’s ranch, Tyler’s libido returned in full force; while he spotted groups of farmhands working the vegetable patches and the orchard, he saw that all of them were in various states of undress, with some completely naked, others wearing nothing but straw hats or baseball caps, and a handful wearing either their just their shorts, jeans, underwear, or opting to go bottomless and only wear their shirts. In addition to the farmhands wearing various “normal” clothing, Tyler noticed that others wore black leather chest harnesses; the wolf wasn’t certain why a rancher would want to wear something like that while tending to the vegetables or picking what appeared to be unusually large pears from the trees in the orchard…but Tyler was more aroused by the sight than puzzled by it, and his chubbing cock pulsed in his underwear. Like the teen had surmised when he’d first encountered the nude rabbit outside of the stable, Mr. Folsom clearly had no problem with his workers being naked while on the clock.

And then, with a start, Tyler realized it wasn’t just nudity that was allowed at Folsom Farms when he observed what some of the other farmhands were doing with a couple of the horses that were off in the paddocks and in the pasture.

In the pasture, one of the farmhands—a raccoon wearing nothing but a chest harness—was on his knees under a huge Irish Draft horse, stroking the equine’s enormous cock and slobbering over the stiff shaft that Tyler judged to be as long as his own leg and even thicker than Mr. Folsom’s thigh. A completely naked hyena was helping out from behind the horse, hugging and squeezing the equine’s oblong, basketball-sized testicles close to his torso and licking the Irish Draft horse’s taint, nuzzling and smooching the fleshy doughnut beneath the horse’s raised tail as he did so. Meanwhile, in one of the fenced paddocks and under the shade of a tall oak tree, another farmhand—a jaguar also wearing just a chest harness—had set up shop with a small stool and a five-gallon bucket, and was in the process of milking a load of cum out of another massive donkey. The jaguar used both of his arms to hug the giant and throbbing shaft, stroking along all the way from the base to just beneath the flared head to pull out squirt after squirt of thick semen, which shot into the bucket. And as the donkey spurted copiously into the bucket under the jaguar’s ministrations, a Dalmatian farmhand passionately made out with the large equine, suckling on the donkey’s tongue, energetically lapping and kissing his plump, nimble, and coarse lips, and tenderly holding the beast’s enormous muzzle like a lover.

Tyler’s eyebrows rose and his throat was suddenly conspicuously dry. He coughed, taken aback while he processed what his eyes were seeing. “Ah! And the studs…”

“Heh, we take real good care of the big guys out here,” Mr. Folsom said with a chuckle as he patted Tyler on the back.

The boy was dumbstruck, unable to look away from the scenes of the farmhands attending to the horses. Although as surprised as he was, Tyler noted that this all seemed perfectly normal to his new boss. Did that mean if he played his cards right, Tyler could help take care of the horses in the same way as the other farmhands? He’d dreamt of scenarios like this, but when he’d read the description for the “Stud Farm Stablehand” job that Mr. Folsom had posted online, the teen hadn’t even considered the possibility that the stuff of his fantasies would actually be within reach. And as he blatantly stared at the sight of the viscous salvos of donkey cum while the jaguar farmhand worked, Tyler’s mouth watered; he could envision how powerful each squirt was, how comfortingly warm and deliciously musky all that gooey and slimy fluid in the jaguar’s bucket must be…and another fantasy flashed through the teen’s aroused imagination, this time of him dousing himself in the bucket’s contents and slurping up as much donkey batter as he could while the donkey playfully nipped at him and snorted in satisfaction…before kissing the donkey just as enthusiastically as the Dalmatian was right now…

“So…so this really…is a stud farm,” the boy said dumbly, still caught between his fantasies and the reality he was seeing in the distance.

“Ha! Yep, those boys are ready to breed all the time and it’s a lot of work keeping up with them while we take care of everything else on the farm, too,” Mr. Folsom brightly noted as if he were talking about the most standard farming operation. “At last count, I think there are…maybe around 30 other farmhands? Hard to keep track sometimes,” the bear casually noted as he scratched his chin, not even sounding like he was going to comment on the fact that sexually gratifying the horses was a regular activity for the workers on the farm. “All the boys here love the work, and there’s plenty here to keep them busy—we sell what we grow at some of the local farmer’s markets, but I’m not trying to make a big profit with this; it’s more of a passion project for me. I like to do it for that love of working the land and being with the animals out here, you know?”

“Yeah, I-I like that…um, philosophy…it makes the work more fun when you’re not trying to…you know, when you’re not focused on the, uh…profits,” Tyler said distractedly; he was trying to keep his arousal in check while he watched the farmhands and the horses, but the boy was finding it increasingly difficult to focus.

“Exactly. I’m not trying to run a big business or anything like that. Although we do occasionally milk the studs and sell what they produce to other breeders, and that brings in some good money,” Mr. Folsom added.

Tyler nodded in understanding. “Oh, I…I bet! You…you could make a killing with the stud fees on your horses!”

“Oh yeah; just one load from these guys—even one of the donkeys—can keep this place running for six months,” the bear noted. “Folks always want to breed bigger and stronger stallions, and they pay a premium for a load of Folsom horse sperm. But we don’t always sell, you know—a lot of the time, we just milk the big guys because they need it; what happens to the product after that is up to the farmhand who pulls it out,” Mr. Folsom chuckled with a twinkle in his eye. He then leaned in close, encroaching on Tyler’s personal space even more to croon into the boy’s ear, “And if you want milking to be a part of your job, just let me know, pup.”

The young wolf’s fur stood on end; his tail bristled and his heart skipped a beat at both the bear’s warm, humid breath on his neck and the full meaning of Mr. Folsom’s words. “R-really?”

“Mmhmm…no pressure though,” the bear murmured before leaning back to speak normally again. “Happy for you to just test out the basics of being a stablehand for now.”

“O-oh! Oh, okay…uh, thanks,” the wolf replied tentatively; part of him wanted to immediately request to make milking as one of his duties, but nervous and turned on as he was already, Tyler just wasn’t sure if his new boss would take him seriously. On top of that, the boy wasn’t entirely certain he was ready to live out one of his fantasies right from the get-go; imagining himself servicing a huge horse was one thing, but working up the courage to actually do it…he needed a little time at least to get his sea legs now that he was entering a world that he’d only ever dreamed of before.

“Sure thing. In the meantime, there’s not much else to the place apart from what you see,” Mr. Folsom said, casually carrying on. “The horses have the run of the farm, it’s all pretty free-range; they can go where they want and leave the stables whenever they like, so don’t feel like you have to keep them corralled or anything; the gates for their stalls are actually spring-loaded so the guys can just push out or head back in anytime. They’ll be pretty good about letting you know when they’re hungry or when they need to work off some energy, and they’re all well-trained when it comes to grooming…but they can get a little feisty every now and then.”

“Uh, h-how feisty?” Tyler asked.

Mr. Folsom snickered. “Nothing worse than a couple hickeys.”

“Hehe…gotcha,” the young wolf chuckled cautiously, unsure if the bear was actually serious or joking.

After giving Tyler a quick orientation of the farm’s layout and mentioning that the boy’s primary place of work would be in the stable, he pointed out the rest of his horses that the young wolf would be caring for in the course of his job: There was Major (the Irish Draft horse in the pasture getting serviced by the raccoon and the hyena farmhands), Duke (another Irish Draft horse drinking water from a barrel by the pear orchard), Champ (the donkey getting milked in one of the paddocks), and Trigger and Roland (a Friesian and an Ardennes, respectively, trotting together by the far boundary of the farm). From there, Mr. Folsom guided the wolf back into the stable and to his office to discuss the remaining details about being a stablehand at the farm.

“Let’s see…logistics…I think the only other thing to cover is the uniform,” the large grizzly bear noted, leaning against his oak desk while Tyler stood before him. “I take it you saw what the dress code’s like here, right?”

Tyler bit his lip, then sheepishly nodded. “Heh, yes, sir.”

“Well, that’s pretty much the policy on the uniform; just wear what feels comfortable to you. Or don’t wear anything at all, nobody’s going to mind you working buck naked, pup,” Mr. Folsom chuckled before adding sincerely, “but everybody here is going to understand if you want to protect your modesty for the time being—no worries at all.”

“Oh! Ah, thanks, I appreciate it,” the wolf replied with a grateful smile.

“Sure thing—personally, overalls aside, I like to work shirtless, so it’s all about whatever’s most comfortable for yourself,” Mr. Folsom said with a shrug. He then nodded suggestively at Tyler as he went on, “I will say, it’s pretty hot out there right now, and even with the fans running, it gets real toasty here in the stable. So, if I were you, I’d go ahead and pop off that shirt if you don’t want to get it soaked after the first five minutes of working here.”

“O-oh…it’s sweat-wicking.” Tyler nervously tugged at the hem of his navy blue polyester athletic shirt.

Mr. Folsom chuckled. “Yeah, and all that sweat is going to hang off of you and make you even heavier—it’s alright to chest it out, I don’t mind.”

Tyler gulped and hesitated for a moment…then tentatively nodded, rationalizing to himself that Mr. Folsom had a point about how hot it would get. Plus, if the teen was going to be a stablehand here, then he might as well get comfortable with showing some fur in front of his new boss. “O-okay…if you’re alright with it…”

“Go for it, pup,” Mr. Folsom encouraged with a kind murmur and a mildly hungry look in his eye.

Before he could change his mind, the 18 year-old hoisted up his t-shirt, wriggling out of the garment and doing a small and impromptu belly dance in the process. Quick as he could and doing his best to keep his nerves at bay, Tyler pulled his shirt over his head and off of his torso. Blushing beneath his fur, Tyler now stood topless in front of the older man, baring his slim stomach and somewhat flat chest to Mr. Folsom. The young wolf’s heart beat an anxious rhythm against his ribs, and Tyler fidgeted as he wadded up his shirt and held it in his hands—he found himself fervently hoping that his new boss wasn’t disappointed by his evident lack of defined muscles and already rethinking hiring the scrawny teen…

But Mr. Folsom grinned appreciatively at the slender and shirtless boy before him. “Mmm, bet you get a lot of attention, pup, you’re looking good!”

“O-oh! Uuhm, thanks, you, too!” Tyler replied before he could stop himself—he hadn’t expected to receive the compliment from the more mature and incredibly handsome bear, and, caught by surprise, the boy had reacted by instinct to express his own admiration of Mr. Folsom’s physique. He blushed even harder under his fur and his tail thrashed against his own backside.

“Hehe, well, thanks, I do what I can to stay in shape,” the bear chuckled. “And this job’s going to give you a real workout, you’ll be packing on some muscle of your own in no time.” He then cleared his throat and continued, “Now, any other questions before you get started?”

“N-no, sir—think I’m good to go,” Tyler replied in a mildly embarrassed rush.

“Alright, then I’ll let you get to it, and have fun! You know where to find me if you need me,” Mr. Folsom noted with a wink.

———

Tyler realized pretty quickly that Mr. Folsom had been right to encourage him to take off his shirt; after mucking out just one stall in the hot and humid stable, the young wolf’s fur was drenched with sweat. There wasn’t enough absorbent polyester in the world to keep Tyler dry and cool, and the boy’s discarded athletic shirt hung from a wall hook while the probationary stablehand worked and perspired freely over the course of the next three hours. During that time, Tyler mucked out the rest of the stalls and put down fresh hay bedding, cleaned the tack that needed sprucing up, familiarized himself further with the supplies in the equipment room (including the old and buzzing refrigerator stocked with plenty of carrots and apples for treats), and distributed fresh grains and water in the horses’ feed buckets and drinking troughs respectively.

While Tyler worked, the horses left and entered their stalls as they pleased, effortlessly pushing their swinging gates open and giving the shirtless and sweaty wolf a few nuzzles before clopping out of the stable and trotting off to the pasture; other studs came in from the field when it suited them, their tails swishing while they inquisitively sniffed at and rubbed up against the teen stablehand before they strolled their stalls and munched on their food.

At first, Tyler had found it a little unnerving to have the huge horses roaming so freely. Surely there was some risk about such large animals casually moving among the comparatively smaller men working on the farm (Tyler included)? But despite their immense size, all the horses behaved with a surprising amount of grace. For example, when Logan, a beautifully bay-colored Clyesdale with white markings on his muzzle, clopped out of the stable, he carefully stepped around Tyler rather than walk straight ahead and expect the young wolf to move out of his way. True, Logan’s vast side still rubbed against the boy’s sweaty back as he passed (and his tail lightly swatted the boy’s torso), but Tyler wasn’t going to complain about that; having such a bulky behemoth delicately graze his backside was arousing in a way that sent shivers up the boy’s spine and made his tail wag, and Logan wasn’t the only horse to press up against Tyler like that. As the boy continued working in the stable, it seemed all the horses who cycled in and out of the building made a point of making some form of gentle and intimate body contact with him, and the more the horses rubbed against him, the more that Tyler’s concerns about them melted away and gave way to genuine excitement about getting to work in such close proximity to the majestic giants. In some sense, Tyler felt as though he was starting to become a part of their herd, all the horses were so friendly and almost cuddly with him (while marking him with their collective scents).

And that was before he started getting better acquainted with his new “coworkers”.

When Tyler fed an apple to Major, the huge and black-coated Irish Draft horse playfully nudged the young wolf’s chest and wormed his muzzle into his armpit, huffing and tickling the boy to elicit a few giggles.

When Tyler patted and rubbed Baxter’s broad neck and side, the large, gray-furred donkey turned his head and landed a few light and affectionate nips on the wolf’s shoulder, snorting with what had to be his own form of laughter.

When the wolf started brushing Scotty’s long tail, the light brown Shire horse nickered as he swished it back and forth, making a mischievous point of swatting Tyler’s face, stomach, sides, and legs.

And when Tyler, armed with a curry comb, moved to groom Tank, the mighty roan Percheron sidestepped him a few times and cheekily nipped and licked the young wolf’s chest and waist, as if making a teasing first strike before letting Tyler brush his coat.

Throughout it all, Tyler felt like the horses were encouraging him to loosen up, to play even more with them…to get more “hands-on” and adventurous. And on more than one occasion, the wolf caught sight of a long and thick equine member beginning to firm up; the sight made the young wolf’s mouth water, but Tyler restrained himself from making a move towards the horses’ nether regions.

Aroused as the boy was (and he was most certainly aroused—Tyler had to stop multiple times just to readjust his stiff dick so it wasn’t sticking straight out in front of him and forming a prominent tent in his shorts), he had a job to do and he wanted to impress Mr. Folsom with his work ethic on his first day. That meant keeping his fantasies in his head rather than acting on his depraved and base desires. And, to his credit, Tyler competently completed plenty of the duties that Mr. Folsom had outlined for him as his job description; he was a general horse enthusiast and done plenty of research on the ins and outs of being a stablehand. The boy took to the work like a fish to water…it was just harder than he’d anticipated thanks to all the frisky attention he was getting from the horses.

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing that made it difficult for Tyler to concentrate on his work.

Whenever he stepped outside of the stable, Tyler caught quite a few glimpses of some of the other farmhands getting intimate with the horses out in the field. Mr. Folsom’s employees, it seemed, had no problem taking breaks from their regular work to spend time servicing the giant studs that had the run of the farm. Some of the men were on their knees in the dirt beneath the horses, lustfully lapping at the enormous and rock-hard equine cocks spurting thick gushes of semen in their faces; others were diligently milking the horses into buckets, stroking the visibly throbbing shafts with well-practiced hands; and there were plenty of other farmhands taking turns to lick, slurp, and nuzzle up with the stallions’ balls, shafts, and flared cockheads. The sights were almost too hot for Tyler to handle and, to prevent himself from outright cumming in his shorts, he scrambled back into the stable to get back to work.

But even indoors he wasn’t safe from getting turned on; in addition to the huge horses, there was the eye candy of the farmhands walking through the stable to either leave the farm, grab some supplies, or chat with Mr. Folsom in his office. The rabbit whom Tyler had first encountered strolled in and out of the stable a few times, still wearing nothing but his hat while his sheath and balls gently swayed between his legs; Tyler got a good look at a leopard in a pair of ragged and dusty jean shorts who grabbed a pitchfork from the equipment room; there was a rat wearing only a hat and a leather chest harness—Tyler watched Chief follow the rat out of the stable, nudging at the man’s back and snorting like a scoundrel in the rodent’s ear while his enormous erection swung stiffly back and forth beneath his belly; Tyler saw a kangaroo wearing a sweaty t-shirt and a damp bandana on his head, with nothing covering the man’s semi-flaccid penis or plump testicles; and there was another wolf, totally naked and maybe five years older than Tyler, who stopped in Mr. Folsom’s office before heading out again—the wolf took a detour to kiss Duke full on the mouth for a solid minute, and then he was on his way back to the field, whistling nonchalantly as he went. None of the men who passed through the stable seemed to flaunt their varying levels of nudity; they walked with a casual air that communicated to Tyler that it really was no big deal. But to the hormone-addled teen, that nonchalance about nakedness was just pouring grease on the fire of his arousal. And at a certain point, worked up and with his heart fluttering so much that he thought it was going to fly out of his chest, Tyler just had to do his best to focus on what he was doing and force himself not to look up when he heard footsteps padding across the floor.

Although that approach didn’t last very long either.

“Hey, you’re the new stablehand, right?” a gruff and deep voice asked.

“Hm?” Distracted from grooming Trigger the black Friesian in the stable’s main hallway, Tyler looked up and around for the source of the voice, which he quickly saw was a portly Rottweiler.

Like some of the other farmhands, the canine wore nothing except a black leather chest harness that crossed the tan fur patterns on his upper torso. Thickset with a large and firm belly, broad and strong arms, and sporting some extra scruff on his chin, the Rottweiler looked to be in his early 30s; he was lazily perched on one of the stools scattered about the stable, with his legs spread to display his groin (his plump testicles hung between his legs while the upper portion of his red and bluntly pointed cock protruded from the opening of his tan-furred canine sheath) and his back comfortably leaning against the pillar next to Trigger’s stall. There was a dented and scuffed metal one-gallon bucket on the ground next to the newcomer, and as Tyler observed the thick translucent white fluid in the pail, the wolf realized that the Rottweiler had brought along a full gallon of what could only be horse semen.

Tyler’s salivary glands kicked into overdrive at the sight, but he quickly recovered from his initial surprise and piped up, “O-oh! S-sorry, I didn’t hear you come in—uh, yeah, that’s me. Tyler.”

“Cobb, nice to meet you,” the Rottweiler replied with a nod and a smile as he introduced himself. “Thought I’d swing by to say hi while I’m on my break. I’m one of the handymen around here; need something fixed in the stable, just give me a shout.”

“Oh, thanks! Haven’t had much time to meet the other guys around here—great to meet you, too,” Tyler replied; he resumed absently grooming Trigger with a massage brush, but he kept his focus on Cobb. “I bet you’re pretty busy around here; lot of stuff to maintain, right?”

Cobb shrugged. “Mostly fences and electrical, but yeah, plenty to do around the farm. I like it, though, it’s nice to work with my hands, if you know what I mean.”

“Mm, uh-huh,” the young wolf replied noncommittally; he had an idea of what Cobb meant, but Tyler didn’t want to be too forward and assume what the handyman was talking about.

Cobb grinned. “Heh, how about you, been liking the job so far?”

The teenager nodded more enthusiastically now. “Oh yeah! It’s been busy, but a lot of fun.”

“Fun? Or fun?” Cobb emphasized suggestively with a raised eyebrow.

Tyler hesitated, then cocked his head as he timidly ventured, “What do you mean?”

The Rottweiler snickered now. “Heh, you’ve…seen what we’ve been doing with the big guys out there, right?”

The wolf blushed, then nodded, shyly admitting, “Well…hehe, yeah, I have…”

Cobb grinned again, a devious and encouraging smirk. “You can do it, too, you know.”

Tyler’s heart skipped a beat and his stomach flipped. He’d been entertaining the thought, fantasizing about participating in the farm’s other activities, going into Mr. Folsom’s office to request that “horse milking” be one of his job duties, but… “I-I don’t know, it’s my first day and I just wanna do a good job…”

The Rottweiler waved away the teen’s concern. “Ah, don’t worry about it, Mr. Folsom’s glad for you to get handsy or do something more with the horses if it’s something you wanna do—he wouldn’t have hired you if he thought you wouldn’t be okay with it. I’ve been working here for three years and lemme tell you, there’s nothing like getting a huge load shot all over you from one of the big guys.”

Tyler’s ears perked up at that. “Whuh…r-really?”

Cobb nodded. “Mmhmm—it’s all warm and musky, tastes amazing, and feels so good gumming up your fur when you get coated in it. Getting a good shot in the face or in the mouth is so hot; it’s like getting hit with a firehose when those horses cum. And when I say their loads are huge, I mean huge. See all this?” He picked up the pail of cum sitting next to him and rested it on his thigh, giving Tyler a better look at the bucket’s sludgy and slimy contents. “That’s just some of what Baxter made earlier; pretty sure Rufus and Phil got coated in another three gallons while we were milking that big fucker. And the big guys get backed up pretty quickly; Baxter’s gonna need a couple more sessions before the end of the day, I’ll tell you that. No clue how they all make so much cum, but those studs just love having fun and need all the help they can get from us for some relief. Heh, and I bet they’d be real happy to get some service from the cute new stablehand—you ever touch a horse cock before, pup?”

The young wolf blushed even further at the Rottweiler’s not-so-subtle compliment, and as Cobb had been speaking, Tyler’s attention had drifted from grooming Trigger to fantasies of getting blasted in the face with enormous spurts of horse cum, of getting absolutely coated in a deluge of stud batter, and of hugging a hot, pulsating, flared equine cock close to his torso, kissing and licking it while the stallion ejaculated all over him. In the present, Tyler’s hand slowed with the brushing and his own stiff erection pushed against his briefs, straining to point straight out in front of him…but the wolf’s shorts kept his penis pressed against his groin. Still, it was clear to see the firm bulge in the boy’s crotch, and his tail wagged excitedly.

“I haven’t…yet…” the wolf replied.

Cobb waggled his eyebrows, tempting and teasing the boy. “You’re gonna love it. There’s nothing like feeling that big, hot rod of meat in your hands, all that raw power…hugging it against your chest or having it hang down on your back is incredible…and it’s amazing when you feel that fat flare press on your face just before they start cumming. And don’t get me started on how good horse cock actually tastes…”

“Y-yeah? I…I bet it’s…” Tyler took a breath, then tentatively started again, “A-and you’re sure it’s okay for me to…I mean, they won’t freak out if I just—”

The Rottweiler smiled, still holding his bucket of horse cum on his thigh. “Oh yeah, you can get into it whenever you want, the horses aren’t gonna complain. Hell, I bet they’ve already gotten a little frisky with you, right? Rubbed up on you, nipped at you a little…”

Tyler nodded. “Yeah, just a little.”

“Well, that means they like you and wanna play—although they’re not gonna pester you and use you outright unless you want ‘em to.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They know who to go for fun,” Cobb clarified. “Mr. Folsom’s got ‘em trained. See the harness?” The Rottweiler tugged at the leather straps he wore, drawing Tyler’s attention to the chest harness.

“Uh-huh, I was wondering about those,” the wolf said.

“And you know where they’re stored?”

“Yeah, in the tack room.”

Cobb nodded. “Right; well, the horses are trained to recognize that when someone’s wearing a harness, they can use that person for relief; you put one of these on, that’s a sign to the horses that says ‘Hey, come on over, use me.’ You don’t have to wear a harness if you want to mess with ‘em, though; it just tells the horses that they can make the first move on you. Make sense?”

“Yeah…might need to try one of those on sometime soon,” Tyler said thoughtfully.

The Rottweiler chuckled. “Heh, you know, I’ve got a feeling you’ll fit right in around here, pup.”

Before Tyler could respond, Cobb lifted the bucket of horse cum from where it rested on his thigh and brought the rim of the pail to his lips…and began drinking the warm and thick slime. Entranced by the sight, the young wolf stopped brushing Trigger completely and stood slack-jawed in amazement, watching Cobb gulp…and gulp…and gulp. Mouthful after mouthful of musky cum flowed past the Rottweiler’s lips, into the man’s muzzle, and evidently down his throat, considering his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow.

Tyler’s mouth watered and he licked his chops while Cobb chugged the bucket of equine sperm with the well-practiced ease of a frat boy. What was even more impressive was the fact that the cum was such a thick consistency; this wasn’t like drinking water or even beer, this was much more like gulping down warm and sludgy cream, and Cobb was putting it away without breaking a sweat or choking even once. A few trickles found their way to the Rottweiler’s chin and the corners of his mouth, though; those rivulets of cum dribbled down Cobb’s thick neck, making wet and gummy trails in his fur on their way to his collarbone. And still Cobb kept drinking, happily mumbling to himself while he guzzled his gallon of donkey cum.

“Mmph…ulp…ulp…ulp…mmmph…hmmmph!”

Cobb tilted his bucket further up as he drank, funneling more of the fresh semen into his waiting and hungry jaws. As he slurped up ounce upon ounce of potent seed, cum clung to the fur of his muzzle, sticking and forming a facsimile of a milk-stache along his upper lip. More cum dripped from the rim of the bucket; oozing globs landed on Cobb’s chest, harness, and stomach, sticking to every surface. The Rottweiler’s cock was also swelling and rising further from his sheath—the subtle bulb of his knot had already begun inflating within the furred pocket. And Tyler couldn’t be entirely sure, but he at least thought he saw the Rottweiler's already-hefty belly starting to bloat even more as Cobb carried on ingesting the contents of Baxter the donkey’s balls. For two long and incredibly arousing minutes, Tyler watched the Rottweiler drain his bucket…until…finally…

“Aaah, man, that hit the spot!” Cobb sighed, clearly satisfied with his liquid meal. He lowered his pail at last as he licked his lips, and Tyler caught a glimpse of the inside of the bucket; there was nothing left but smears of cum clinging to the walls.

“Urrrrrrrap!” Cobb belched powerfully before chuckling. “Heh, ‘scuse me—gotta be careful with drinking too much in one go, might get a bad case of cum-burps, haha. Hooooo…”

The Rottweiler sighed again before groaning as he rose to his feet. Tyler, meanwhile, was still too stunned to say anything, even as Trigger now stepped away from him and clopped towards Cobb; the Percheron’s member had begun to stiffen and swell, and it wagged beneath the stallion approaching the older canine.

“Well, break’s over,” Cobb noted while Trigger nudged his chest. “Heh, and I think Trigger wants to get out of here…see you around, Tyler.”

The Rottweiler winked at the young wolf before heading out of the stable with Trigger in tow, leaving Tyler behind with his cock twitching in his shorts.

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“Nngh, fuuuuuck,” Tyler grunted quietly.

The young wolf was in his car, still sweating like a hog and shirtless. His shorts and underwear were pulled down to his knees and his right hand was wrapped around his aching cock, furiously pumping up and down the turgid, throbbing, flexing shaft. His left hand was cupped over his snout, and he inhaled deeply, getting a good whiff of equine musk and piss, before he licked his palm to taste the potent flavors that clung to his pads and fur.

It was early evening; he’d finished work and received a good amount of praise from Mr. Folsom for his efforts. But after the day he’d had, Tyler couldn’t control himself or wait until he got home—he had to paw off the second he got into his car. He leaned back in the driver’s seat, shamelessly stroking his cock while he huffed and licked his left hand; it was ripe with the scent and taste of horse.

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“Uuungh fffuuuuuck…oh fuuuuuck, Kojak…so hot…fucking uuuuse meee,” Tyler moaned as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, summoning the memory of what he had done during the last hour of his workday.

The probationary stablehand had been grooming Kojak, the brown and white Clydesdale. Tyler had been driving himself crazy thinking about everything he had seen and heard on the farm so far, and Cobb’s words about touching and feeling horse cock were ringing in the young and impressionable wolf’s ears. And while the boy was still too nervous to fully strip down to play with the stallions under his care or go to the tack room to put on a harness, his resolve had finally cracked enough that he submitted to at least one fantasy of his.

“Heeey, Kojak…man, you’re big,” Tyler had crooned while brushing the enormous Clydesdale’s flank, which was a full two feet taller than the wolf. He’d slowly put his brush down and patted the horse’s side, rubbing Kojak’s leg and stomach. “Can…can I get a closer look at you, big guy?”

The stud had snorted and shifted on his feet to press his side even closer against Tyler, then swished his tail to lightly swat at the wolf, as if encouraging the boy to go ahead.

With his heart in his throat, Tyler took Kojak up on his invitation; equal parts nervous and thrilled, the young wolf slowly pushed his hands further along Kojak’s barrel of an underbelly, following the contour of the giant Clydesdale’s lower abdomen. Tyler had crouched slightly, too, rubbing the top of his head against Kojak’s side, and there, beneath the horse’s stomach, in the cave-like space of his groin, Tyler got a full view of what he’d been desiring for so long: Kojak’s member dangled halfway out of his sheath, semi-erect and already as long as Tyler’s arm. The lower three quarters of Kojak’s skin was a rich black that gradually gave way to a deep wine speckled with darker reds around the upper quarter of the horse’s cock. Kojak’s fat cockhead was as wide as a salad bowl; save for the prominent divot and circular opening of his urethra, it was smooth and unflared, although Tyler could still see the clear definition of the fleshy ring that surrounded the corona of Kojak’s glans, in addition to the subtle bump of the Clydesdale’s preputial ring at the midpoint of the girthy and fleshy column. As for the horse’s testicles, Tyler saw the two oblong, soccer ball-sized nuts hanging between Kojak’s hind legs, their sheer volume and weight pulling down on the black-skinned scrotum that held them.

“Hoooo…damn, you’re incredible,” Tyler had sighed blissfully, taking a moment to commit the sight to memory, before he’d sniffed deeply. He’d reveled in the beautiful, pungent aroma of Kojak’s musk; it was humid, earthy, salty, leathery, masculine, feral, powerful…it had filled his nose, filled his lungs, filled his brain…and drove him to take action.

Acting on instinct, the young wolf had shuffled forward, crouching to get further under the horse standing over him, and reached forward with one hand. Tyler had moaned softly when his paw made contact with Kojak’s testicles—they were simply magnificent, a true testament to the stallion’s virility and masculinity. Tyler pressed lightly on Kojak’s nuts, feeling the soft yet firm orbs within the horse’s scrotum. He cupped them in his hand, marveling at the solid weight in his palm—each testicle had to be at least four pounds of meat, and Tyler could only imagine how much potent cum was currently churning in Kojak’s foal-makers right now. He rubbed his fingers across the leathery texture of the stud’s scrotum, his rough pads delicately pulling at the taut yet mildly wrinkled skin, which was also moist with a layer of sweat that clung to Kojak’s sac.

“Holy shit,” Tyler had breathed, transfixed; as he’d felt up the Clydesdale’s testicles, Kojak’s cock had begun to grow even further, extending like a snake from his sheath…

Tyler couldn’t resist. It was like his hand had been drawn forward by a magnet; he’d pulled up from Kojak’s nuts, tracing along the topography of the horse’s genitals to the large pocket of his sheath, where Tyler gently rubbed and fondled the opening of the pocket in the Clydesdale’s groin…before he’d wrapped his fingers around the meaty column of Kojak’s protruding shaft (or at least as much as he could hold—not even fully erect, Kojak was thicker than Tyler’s thigh, and the wolf couldn’t get his hand more than halfway around the circumference of the horse’s member).

“Whoa,” Tyler had huffed.

His heart had hammered against his ribs and his tail had wagged in an anxious and eager frenzy while heat rose in both his face and his loins. It was the teen’s first time actually touching a horse’s penis…and it was even better than he’d ever fantasized. Kojak’s heat, his strong and steady pulse, the texture of his veins beneath the tough yet buttery and supple skin, the way the huge and hefty column gradually stiffened further and further, the way that the horse’s weighty and robust member flexed in Tyler’s grip and filled the boy’s hand…there was such beauty in the pure animal nature of it all, the raw power at Kojak’s disposal that made Tyler weak in the knees…almost made him want to sink to knees right then and there…

The boy had felt like he was in a dream when he drew his hand along Kojak’s growing length. It was the kind of experience he had only ever fantasized about until now, and Tyler nearly had to pinch himself just to make sure he was actually awake.

The Clydesdale had snorted and flexed his cock hard enough to gently hit the underside of his own belly, moving Tyler’s hand up and down as he did so. Tyler squeezed lightly, savoring how firm Kojak’s member had become; he gently palpated the stud’s still-soft preputial ring as his paw passed over it. Utterly mesmerized by the horse’s member and almost not believing what he was doing, Tyler, in a daze, had only the mental capacity to just stroke the enormous cock that hung before him. He’d dragged his hand all the way from the horse’s sheath to the very tip of the fat equine glans, which Tyler reverently held for a moment with the same care and passion as a star athlete holding a coveted trophy. He’d rubbed his thumb across the pulsing cockhead that was easily as wide as his own face, taking care to delicately caress the round and fleshy opening of Kojak’s urethra…before resuming his gentle stroking of the horse’s cock. Tyler wasn’t trying to milk Kojak or actively stimulate him; the boy had stroked in a slow and deferential manner, simply enjoying the tactile experience of worshiping Kojak’s member with his hand. He wanted to keep rubbing, to wrap both of his hands around the beefy equine cock, to embrace it with his arms and legs, to hug it closely to his body and never let go while he lapped at the Clydesdale’s cockhead, which he imagined would start drooling pre before that eventual first spurt of stallion cum painted his face and muzzle, signifying Kojak’s pleasure with the new stablehand’s assistance…

And Tyler had wanted to place himself at the horse’s service even more when Kojak, unbidden, began to piss.

“Oh daaaaamn,” Tyler had murmured, his eyes wide.

A wide river of translucent yellow urine—carrying a potently musky aroma and almost steaming even in the hot air of the stable—issued from the Clydesdale’s urethra like beer from a fully opened tap.

Kojak had snorted again, this time almost sounding smug as he relieved himself in front of the boy; his thick and heavy flow had splashed and splattered heavily on the concrete floor, where it began pooling beneath him and subsequently around and under Tyler’s feet. The wolf had wiggled his toes at the sensation of hot and fresh horse piss against his soles, while even more frothed and gurgled as it fell to the ground, adding to the expanding puddle that slowly formed a trail towards one of the drains set into the floor. The huge Clydesdale had urinated with such force that the resulting splashback arced up in a barrage of droplets that scattered in an unavoidable spray against Tyler’s shins; the horse’s piss made the wolf’s already-damp fur even wetter as it mixed with the sweat that still clung to Tyler’s lower legs.

Tyler had been almost breathless at the display of raw horsepower; watching such an incredibly enormous and powerful beast pissing like this was akin to witnessing the mind-blowing scale and might of a roaring waterfall cascading over a cliff. He couldn’t look away, nor did he want to; watching Kojak piss was simply majestic, captivating…awe-inspiring; there was something beautifully primal about how the enormous Clydesdale was letting loose like a busted hose, as if Kojak was demonstrating his vitality and vigor as a picture-perfect stud just by showing off how strong of a pisser he was. His urine surged forth from the huge fountainhead of his cock, a constant, uniform, forceful stream that followed a graceful arc on its downward trajectory and then pitter-pattered loudly against the wet concrete—Tyler counted himself beyond lucky to have a front-row seat for such an amazing view. The young wolf had licked his lips, transfixed by the thirst-inducing sight which beckoned him to act, to get even closer, to feel for himself just how much strength Kojak could wield…

And before Tyler could stop himself (not that he’d even considered resisting), he was holding his hand under Kojak’s cockhead, keeping his paw directly in the torrent of horse piss.

“Oooooh, fuck, Kojak,” the teen had mused in pleasure as the stream of urine splashed against and washed over his hand.

With Kojak’s flow interrupted by the wolf’s paw, it splattered more messily to the ground, but Tyler hadn’t cared; he’d been more concerned with soaking his mitt with the Clydesdale’s urine, turning his hand from side to side, spreading his fingers beneath it, relishing the accompanying warmth and strong musk…cupping his palm and letting the piss collect and overflow…before he brought a handful to his lips like a pioneer hand-collecting water from a spring. Tyler had been tentative with his first taste of horse piss—it was salty, borderline bitter, and almost grassy…and so wonderfully acrid and deliciously musky, tinged with just the right amount of sweetness. And after that curious first sampling, Tyler had greedily slurped up his handful of horse piss and moaned with satisfaction before immediately going back for another.

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Currently in the confines of his car and still vigorously beating his meat to the memory of his time with Kojak, Tyler huffed and licked his left hand again and again, desperate for any remaining vestiges of the horse’s flavors.

“Uuuungh, fffuuuuck, Kojak…hngh! Oh fuck…Mr…Mr. Folsom…ungh, shit!” Tyler huffed and wheezed, losing himself in the dozens of fantasies that subsequently spun off from the recollection of his time groping the Clydesdale.

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The teen’s hand flew up and down his cock, squeezing around the base, teasing his shaft, gripping the rounded dome of his glans. He was getting close, so close to just cumming all over himself right there in his car. Tyler was beyond happy that he reeked of horse, sweat, and hay from head to toe, beyond happy that he’d finally gotten his first touch of horse cock, beyond happy to have an opportunity where he could finally indulge in the dreams he’d had for so long…

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“Uuuungh! Fffffuuuuuuuuck!” Tyler stretched his legs, curled his toes, pushed hard against the back of his seat, tilted his head back as far as he could, and stroked his cock as fast as possible when his balls drew up tightly and his member began to spasm. “Huuuunnggghhh!”

As the teen lost himself to his orgasm and messily came all over his stomach, he had no clue that an audience of one was watching from afar.

Mr. Folsom had been taking a stroll around the stable when he observed Tyler frantically jerking off in his car; the older grizzly bear maintained a respectful distance of about 20 feet, not wanting to intrude on the youngster’s privacy, though he stayed put to enjoy the show. Anyone could see that Tyler had no clue the bear was in the vicinity, and Mr. Folsom couldn’t blame the lad for not paying attention; the 45 year-old could remember being 18, a horny young buck who thought with his balls and was incapable of focusing on anything else except his arousal once he started cranking one out. The bear snickered when he realized he was still partly that way, as he caught himself fantasizing about seeing the boy under one of his horses; Mr. Folsom’s cock was stiff in his overalls at the thought, and he had a strong hunch that Tyler was thinking of himself being in many of the exact same positions that the bear was currently imagining.

In the meantime, he watched with a grin while his new stablehand furiously pumped his hand up and down in his lap while he held his other paw to his muzzle…and Mr. Folsom chuckled when Tyler climaxed in the throes of ecstasy, moaning and howling loudly enough to be heard clearly even through the closed doors and windows of his car.

“Heh, attaboy, pup,” the bear murmured with a smirk while the mostly-naked teen, lost in his own world, panted and exhaustedly basked in the afterglow.

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The rest of Tyler’s first week on the job followed largely the same routines; he’d arrive at the farm in the morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and after popping off his shirt for the day (while keeping his shorts on to still protect his modesty), the young wolf would swing by Mr. Folsom’s office to greet the bear. With each passing day, Tyler found himself loosening up more and more in the older man’s presence. Yes, Mr. Folsom was still somewhat intimidating with his brawny and beefy stature and stunning good looks, but he always had a charming smile on his face when he interacted with Tyler, which put the boy at ease. It also helped that, whenever they would have brief conversations throughout the day as the grizzly bear would stroll through or around the stable, Mr. Folsom would frequently pat Tyler’s shoulder or back while praising him for his efforts and complimenting his work ethic, adding a more physical component to their rapport—on quite a few occasions, Mr. Folsom would even pat and lightly scratch the young wolf’s naked stomach, as if rewarding a good dog with belly rubs. Tyler had blushed at first at his boss’s forwardness with his body, but he increasingly found himself looking forward to those particular interactions just so he could feel the bear’s warm, strong, and broad hand on his abdomen, like Mr. Folsom was claiming him…

Tyler would continue his daily routine by first getting the horses out for some exercise in the paddocks and pasture; during that time, he’d muck out their stalls and distribute fresh food and water. From there, his days consisted of grooming the horses, maintaining the equipment in the tack room, keeping the stable clean, exercising the horses even more when they seemed to need it…and familiarizing himself even more with every stud’s nether regions. The wolf used his hands for most of his explorations, thoroughly groping and feeling up the horses’ cocks and balls, although during the times when he was more bold or curious he would sniff along the lengths of their members and give their testicles experimental licks before rubbing his face against their genitals, coating his muzzle in their scents.

The horses enjoyed the boy’s attention, and they carried on their feisty antics of licking him, nipping at him, swishing him with their tails, and playfully nudging him (especially when treats like apples and carrots were involved), although like Cobb had said on Tyler’s first day, they didn’t outright approach him for anything more than what was standard for his job as a stablehand; without a harness on his chest, Tyler was in a position where he could play with the studs if he wanted, but the huge equines would need to go elsewhere if they actively desired more intimate relations.

The young wolf had lost count of how many times he’d considered putting on a harness…but whenever he saw the black leather straps hanging from the wall-mounted rack in the tack room, he chickened out, too nervous to even try one on. Tyler saw that plenty of the other farmhands wore the harnesses casually (he caught sight of Cobb “hard at work” in the fields quite a few times with some of Mr. Folsom’s other harnessed employees milking the horses and getting coated in equine cum), and the horses would approach them for attention, but for some reason, the boy felt he had to earn the right to wear a harness, to somehow prove himself worthy of the horses under his care. Maybe it was imposter syndrome, maybe it was anxiety about finally living out his more…wild fantasies, or maybe it was fear about whether he could do a good job if one of the studs approached him…either way, the boy simply remained shirtless when he worked with Mr. Folsom’s herd, and at the end of each day, Tyler had jerked off in his car before driving home with a load of cum sticking to his still-sweaty fur.

Tyler’s first week on the job flew by, and before he knew it, it was Friday afternoon and he was leaning against one of the paddock fences, watching Baxter and Trigger trotting around the large enclosure to work off some of their extra energy. The stablehand was so focused on watching the huge Friesian and the equally enormous donkey—the way their muscles worked with each step, they way they moved so gracefully, the way their flaccid, hefty genitals swayed back and forth beneath them—that he didn’t even hear Mr. Folsom’s footsteps approaching from behind. Tyler jumped when the grizzly bear’s heavy paw landed on his shoulder and the thickset man easily hauled him back against his side. Fur rubbed against denim and fur, as Mr. Folsom was, once again, dressed in only a pair of well-worn overalls without a shirt underneath.

“How’re things going out here, pup?” the bear asked enthusiastically, giving the young wolf a light shake by the shoulder.

“Ah! Hooo, sorry, scared me there, sir!” Tyler gasped before he recovered from the surprise. He settled more comfortably against Mr. Folsom’s firm, keglike stomach as he nodded towards Baxter and Trigger, who were now cantering around the paddock, almost racing each other. “All good here; these two were getting a little rowdy, so I thought they might need to stretch their legs out here for a bit.”

Mr. Folsom nodded as well, his eyes on the donkey and the Friesian circling the enclosure; the two large equines tossed their heads and nipped at each other, snorting and nickering while egging one another on to run faster and faster. “Good thinking—you know, it’s been a while since I’ve seen the big guys this happy. Don’t get me wrong, they’re pretty happy a lot of the time, but I think they’ve really taken a shine to you.”

Tyler’s heart rose in his chest at the bear’s praise. “Y-you think so?”

“Oh yeah; they’ve all had more of a kick in their step this week,” the bear observed. He clapped Tyler on the shoulder again. “It’s like you’re keyed into what they need…and you’ve taken to the job really well. It suits you, pup.”

“Heh…well, thanks, Mr. Folsom, I appreciate it,” the young wolf replied modestly with a grin. His tail wagged and he subtly pressed closer against the bear’s side.

“Of course. In fact, I should ask you, seeing as it’s the end of the week—what do you think?” Mr. Folsom prompted. He released Tyler from his grip and stepped to the side to create some distance and get a better look at the boy. “Do you want to stay on?”

“Hm? Oh, you mean make it official?” Tyler asked.

“Mmhmm. Don’t have to be probationary anymore, the job’s yours for real if you want it,” the bear replied as he leaned against the paddock fence, his eyes on Tyler.

The wolf leaned against the fence as well and nodded. “Yes, sir, I do! I really like it—it’s awesome getting to come out here, and I like working with the horses, too.”

“Glad it feels like a good fit!” Mr. Folsom reached over and patted Tyler on the back. “You’ve been doing a great job and I’m happy to have you on board. And like I said, the horses have taken a real shine to you.”

Tyler beamed, pleased to hear the positive feedback from his boss, before both he and Mr. Folsom took a beat to pause and simply watch Baxter and Trigger continue cantering around the paddock.

“Although,” Mr. Folsom soon took up, “I’ve got a question for you, pup.”

Tyler glanced at the bear, who was now gazing at him intently.

“Why’d you want to work out here in the first place?” Mr. Folsom asked.

Tyler blushed beneath his fur. Of course he had an answer, and by now he’d built up enough of a relationship with Mr. Folsom to feel less intimidated by the handsome and huge beast of a man, but the wolf wasn’t entirely certain just how much of it he should share with his employer, especially because the truth was just so depraved and his job could hang in the balance, even if he was no longer on probation. “Oh…I…well, I guess it just feels right to me?” he said evasively.

The grizzly bear scratched his chin, and there was a mischievous glint in Mr. Folsom’s eye. “You mean it feels like you’re…supposed to be working out here?”

The young wolf bit his lip and shrugged as he half-shook his head. “Uummm, no, I guess…well, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, work with animals…”

“Like horses,” Mr. Folsom contributed.

“Like horses,” Tyler repeated by way of acknowledgement, “and…when I saw your job posting, I thought I could maybe…try it out…”

“And get closer to the animals,” Mr. Folsom added.

“Well…yeah,” Tyler admitted shyly.

The bear chuckled. “And I bet you’ve liked getting real close to them, am I right?”

The heat rose further in Tyler’s face and his tail began to curl between his legs. “Uuhhm…heh, I-I…”

Mr. Folsom pressed his obvious advantage; he scooted in closer to Tyler, still leaning against the paddock fence but now with his side pressing against the boy’s, and he seductively rumbled, “You know, I’ve seen boys who like horses, and I’ve seen boys who reeeaaally like horses…and I know you’ve been groping the big guys.”

The young wolf’s stomach dropped, his ears flattened against his head, and he began sweating bullets that had nothing to do with how hot it was outside; he didn’t know if there were hidden cameras in the stable or if Mr. Folsom had some other way of spying on him, but the jig was up, and deep, deep shame made Tyler want to simply disappear right on the spot.

But Mr. Folsom playfully nudged him and kept going. “Hehe, you don’t have to hide it; I can smell their musk on you, and I can smell how much it turns you on. It feels good getting your hands on some big ol’ horse cock and balls, doesn’t it? Feeling how huge they are, how hard they get, thinking about all that cum in those warm and heavy nuts…makes you want more, right? It’s okay…I know you’ve been jerking off in your car when you think nobody’s around…it’s because you reeeeaaally like those horses, don’t you, pup?”

Tyler’s cheeks were on fire as he nervously nodded, unable to deny the obvious truth; hell, he was hard right now in his shorts, despite the embarrassment of being caught.

“It’s okay, you can tell me why you really wanted the job.” Mr. Folsom’s crooning was like thick honey pouring into Tyler’s ear, and the burly bear draped his arm across the youngster’s shoulders, pulling the boy in even closer before he went on, “No shame, this is a safe space. You’ve seen what we get up to out here, and I know you want to be a part of it. You like it, and I want to hear you say it, pup.”

Tyler gulped. His heart felt ready to explode, it was beating so fast and hard. “Well…I-I…I, uhm…”

Mr. Folsom’s breath was warm and heavy on his neck, and the bear’s teeth and tongue nearly grazed Tyler’s ear as he murmured in a low growl, “Come on, boy…lemme hear it.”

While he listened to the stomping hooves of Baxter and Trigger and the high-tempo pounding of his own pulse in his ears, Tyler closed his eyes, trying to steady himself…but he was too nervous, and before he could hold back, he let loose his confession in an embarrassed and breathless rush of word vomit. “I…I wanna be out here all the time and be a slave for your horses! I don’t wanna just milk them, I want them to use me like a cum rag, one after another and all at the same time. I don’t want them to let me wear any clothes, I just wanna be a good naked pet for them and help them cum all over me around the clock and mark me as their territory, and I wanna drink so much of their cum that I get fat off of it and then drink even more before they piss all over me, and…and…”

The boy took a deep breath, and in that pause he fully realized what he’d said; mortified, he kept his eyes squeezed shut and hung his head. His tail was tightly tucked between his legs now, and he shrank as much as he could while still pressed against Mr. Folsom’s side.

“Ugh…I…sorry, I probably said too much…”

Even though the bear had lustfully encouraged him to spill his secret desire, Tyler was sure that Mr. Folsom was going to say that he was too intense for the more casual fun he allowed his employees to have with his prized horses and that perhaps this job wouldn’t be a good fit for him after all. In fact, Tyler was bracing himself for the words “You’re fired” and had already prepared to start trudging back to his car right then and there, to leave and never come back…

But when his boss started chuckling smugly and hugged Tyler even closer to his side, the teen perked up and tentatively opened his eyes to peek at Mr. Folsom.

“Heh, attaboy, that’s what I thought—feels good to get it all out, doesn’t it?” Mr. Folsom said with almost paternal pride in his voice. He inhaled deeply through his nose, getting a strong whiff of Tyler’s body odor; the alluring smell of teenage sweat, hormones, and musk told the wiser and more mature man all he needed to know, and the bear grunted, satisfied. “It’s okay—heh, even if I couldn’t see that stiffy in your shorts,” he continued with a nod down at Tyler’s bulging crotch, “it’d be pretty hard to miss that smell of how horny you get around the horses.”

The tension in Tyler’s body eased somewhat, allowing his tail to hang limply now while he sheepishly looked up at Mr. Folsom. “I-I’m sorry, I tried to, you know, be a little more…”

“Discreet?” the bear supplied.

Tyler nodded, which elicited another smile from Mr. Folsom.

“Heh, no need to be sorry, and no need to be discreet, pup!” The thickset grizzly patted the younger and smaller wolf on the shoulder, jostling the boy by his side. “It’s natural, and you’ve seen what we get up to around here. You know, I like fooling around with the big guys, too.”

The teen stared up at Mr. Folsom in surprise. He’d seen plenty of the other employees servicing the studs on the farm, but never the boss; was he for real? “Y-you do? I thought it was just the farmhands…”

“And who do you think got ‘em started?” Mr. Folsom prompted with a knowing wink. “You wouldn’t believe how many times those big guys have gotten me completely soaked in cum, and you’re going to love the way their cocks feel when you’ve got them hugged tight against you…I can help you do that, too, you know,” he added suggestively. He grinned down at the boy as he went on, “Want me to show you the ropes and help you live out that fantasy of yours for real?” Tyler’s tail began to wag as he relaxed even further; he was less nervous now and much more intrigued, though still a little anxious about his boss helping him make his dreams come true.

“You…you’d do that?” he asked.

“Mmhmm…I bet we can get you turned into a horse cumrag in no time…your fur’s perfect for it, you know…nice and soft for the horses to rub against, and real good for soaking up all those big ropes of jizz,” the bear replied, his voice low and sultry while he gently stroked the wolf’s shoulder. “And, you know, if you want to get fat off of all that stallion cream, we can make that happen, too. Heh, Cobb’s got a real case of cum tum just from horse semen, shouldn’t be too hard to do the same for you.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as he recalled the portly Rottweiler he’d met on his first day of work; he’d figured the older canine just enjoyed a lot of good food, but knowing now that Cobb’s gut was the result of ingesting gallon upon gallon of warm, fresh, thick horse cum just made the teen’s firm erection strain even harder against his underwear and shorts.

“What do you say, pup?” Mr. Folsom asked, growling softly in Tyler’s ear.

The boy shivered and shakily, yet eagerly, nodded; his libido was overtaking his nerves, making him act and speak purely on instinct. “Yes please, sir!”

Mr. Folsom chuckled smugly. “Mmm, attaboy…come with me.”

Tyler’s boss gently pulled him away from the paddock where Baxter and Trigger were still cantering; the young wolf walked in step with Mr. Folsom, his tail wagging frantically and his heart pumping hard. He almost wanted to break out into a run, to sprint in a burst of nervous excitement while howling with rampantly horny delight, but Mr. Folsom’s strong and steady hand kept Tyler in check as they made their way back to the stable. The wolf and the bear padded into the building, where they passed Arlo, Tank, Duke, Champ, Chief, Roland, and Logan in their stalls…and eventually made their way to the tack room.

“Alright, pup, how about you lose those shorts for me?” Mr. Folsom suggested as he popped one of the buckle loops of his overalls off of the button that secured it.

Tyler took a breath to steady himself; in his fantasies of serving the horses and being a good slave for them, he’d always been naked…but the prospect of stripping in front of his boss brought on a fresh wave of nerves. “O-oh…y-yes, sir!”

His hands trembling slightly, Tyler gripped the waistbands of both his shorts and underwear, and he was just about to start pushing down…

But he stopped when Mr. Folsom popped off the other shoulder strap of his overalls and let the denim garment easily fall down to his ankles, revealing the incredibly masculine, burly, and hefty slab of beef that was his ursine form. The grizzly bear—with his impressive barrel-like torso, brawny legs, beautifully thick and toned arms, and overall hunky stature—was a mountain of muscle tempered with the perfect amount of fat that emanated both raw power and warm comfort. And of course, the sight of the larger and older man’s stiff, throbbing cock (which was thicker than Tyler’s wrist and longer than the wolf’s muzzle) pointing upward from his crotch and the hefty plums of his light brown-furred nuts hanging between his legs was almost enough to make Tyler’s knees buckle right then and there.

“Wooow…”

The naked Mr. Folsom smirked graciously at Tyler’s wide-eyed and stunned adoration as he stepped out of his overalls and kicked them aside. “Heh, thanks pup, glad you like the view! Now, show me what you’re packing…”

“Uhm…yes, sir…it’s…definitely not as much as you’ve got,” Tyler mumbled apologetically as he pushed his shorts and underwear down…and allowed his six-inch member to spring free of its cloth prison before he revealed the smaller cherries of his nuts to his boss, “but…I guess I make do…”

Heat rose in the boy’s face again and he bent forward to avoid Mr. Folsom’s gaze while he pushed his shorts and briefs down along his legs. It was embarrassing to expose himself and let his boss see just how small his endowment was in comparison to the huge bear’s manhood…and yet Tyler’s cock throbbed even harder, his arousal heightened not only because of the power imbalance of being ordered to strip and show his employer how turned on he was, but also because he was getting naked in preparation for what was to come next…

And when Tyler straightened up with his shorts and underwear around his own ankles, he saw Mr. Folsom grinning appreciatively at him, almost hungrily taking in the view of the naked, lithely toned 18 year-old.

“Mm, very nice, pup; I wouldn’t worry about size, though, the horses don’t seem to mind how big or small some of the other guys are, although they do seem to really like it when they play with some of the smaller workers,” Mr. Folsom noted. He then grinned as he quipped, “Better be careful though, you could poke an eye out with how hard that little pea-shooter is.”

“Heh, yes, sir,” Tyler managed shyly while his boss stepped over to the wall rack that held the leather harnesses.

“Alright, let’s see here…hmm, think this should fit you alright; try this on for me,” Mr. Folsom instructed, holding up the small harness he’d selected from the rack.

Tyler stepped out of his discarded shorts and underwear and timidly padded over to Mr. Folsom, his cock bobbing from side to side as he walked. The boy accepted the proffered harness hanging from the bear’s paw; it was a typical bulldog harness, and after figuring out which side was the front and which was the back, he put his arms through the appropriate loops and tugged on the leather straps. The leather was well-worn and soft, yet thick and durable; there was a decent amount of space between the straps and Tyler’s chest, and while he loved the feeling of having the harness on, he didn’t fill out the garment quite as well as he would have liked.

“Yeah, that’s looking good, although…” Mr. Folsom trailed off as he looked Tyler over appraisingly. “Let’s make this a little tighter,” he said, noting the amount of slack in the harness that hung from Tyler’s torso.

Tyler shivered with anticipation as the burly bear took him by the shoulders and casually spun him around on the spot; Mr. Folsom then unfastened a couple of the buckles on Tyler’s back and tugged on the straps to cinch them close to the boy’s slender frame. The young wolf’s tail wagged eagerly, brushing against Mr. Folsom’s thighs, while the older and more experienced man expertly manipulated the straps to tightly hug the boy’s upper torso with just the right amount of give. And after re-fastening the necessary buckles, Tyler’s boss grabbed the now-taut central strap that crossed his shoulder blades and upper back…and yanked hard.

“Oof!” Tyler grunted—hauled backwards by the harness, he stumbled in reverse against Mr. Folsom, who caught him with a satisfied chuckle.

“Mm, perfect; now, you know how the horses and donkeys have been trained to see the harnesses as a signal to play, right?” Mr. Folsom asked, still holding Tyler close against his belly.

The wolf wriggled in both excitement and nerves, his back rubbing against the bear’s large stomach. “Yes, sir, Cobb told me.”

“Good; did he tell you what else we use the harnesses for?”

Tyler shook his head, curious. “No, sir.”

Mr. Folsom maintained his grip on the back strap of the boy’s harness and lifted, pulling Tyler upwards.

“Ah!” the young wolf gasped softly; the strong bear had raised him up like an industrial crane, forcing Tyler to balance on the tips of his toes.

“Well, now you see it’d be pretty easy for someone to help you up when you’re on the ground and all slippery and covered in cum,” Mr. Folsom rumbled before concluding his demonstration and letting Tyler rest on the soles of his feet again. “Handy, right?”

“Very!”

“Mm…and I think let’s get you a pair of these, too,” Mr. Folsom murmured once he’d released Tyler and stepped away from the boy.

The wolf turned around and saw the bear reach into one of the plastic totes for storing equipment…and Mr. Folsom pulled out a pair of cushioned knee pads.

“Don’t want to hurt those knees too bad right away, you’re going to be on them for a while,” the bear smirked as he handed the pads over to Tyler.

“Oh! Good thinking,” Tyler noted before he donned the knee pads; they covered his kneecaps comfortably and he secured them with their velcro straps.

“Alright, ready to head out there?” Mr. Folsom asked.

Tyler, feeling nervous and exposed now that he was totally naked save for his harness and knee pads, yet beyond thrilled with his cock still throbbing and pointing in front of him, nodded. “Yes, sir!”

“Heh, attaboy; let’s go have some fun.”

Mr. Folsom led Tyler out of the tack room at a jaunty strut; the bear whistled happily as he walked with the young wolf in his wake…and Tyler’s head swiveled from side to side as he eyed the horses that he and his boss now began to pass in their stalls.

Equine heads glanced up and turned; large, intelligent, and devilish eyes followed Tyler’s progress; a few snorts and nickers arose from the horses in residence, and stall gates began to swing forward on their spring-loaded hinges as some of the horses began to push them open.

“U-um…Mr. Folsom? Who’re we gonna…play with?” Tyler asked, a little intimidated now (yet still excited) by all the attention he was evidently getting.

“Oh, when we’re wearing the harnesses, we don’t get to pick,” Mr. Folsom replied while he grabbed two empty five-gallon buckets that were sitting by one of the stalls. “It’s all up to the big guys.”

Behind Tyler, three horses had pushed out of their stalls and were clopping along behind him: Duke, Chief, and Logan had apparently decided they were going to get some time with the new stablehand, as they followed closely in Tyler’s footsteps.

“Looks like you’ve already got some takers,” Mr. Folsom observed with a chuckle as he continued leading Tyler towards the stable’s exit.

“Heh…uhm, hey, guys,” Tyler muttered, red in the face while his tail wagged even harder.

Duke the Irish Draft horse rubbed the end of his snout on the young wolf’s shoulder, and as Tyler looked back at the stallions, he saw that all of them were sporting semi-erections, their hefty members hanging out of their sheaths and swaying pendulously as they walked. Tyler’s mouth watered at the sight…and then he looked ahead and saw that Arlo was joining the gang, too. The huge Clydesdale had waited for Mr. Folsom to pass his stall before stepping out of it, and he dominantly nudged Duke out of the way to walk right behind Tyler instead. Tyler observed that Arlo’s cock was out and beginning to swell just like his compatriots’ members…and when Tyler paused for a moment to rub the Clydesdale’s cheek and muzzle, Arlo swung his impressively large head downward and insistently pushed against the young wolf’s back, forcing him to stumble forward.

“Ah! Hey, alright, I’m going, I’m going,” Tyler quipped with a guffaw; it seemed Arlo was especially eager to get some playtime with the new stablehand, as the horse then began lightly nibbling on Tyler’s ear and snorting into it, tickling and teasing the boy so much that he giggled, “Aaarlooo! Ah, hey!”

“Heh, big fucker really wants a piece of you, pup,” Mr. Folsom snickered, looking back to see the Clydesdale’s antics (and observing Tyler’s still-stiff erection bouncing back and forth as the boy squirmed while walking). “Pretty sure he’s calling first dibs on you.”

Tyler kept walking behind the naked Mr. Folsom (and getting a phenomenal view of the bear’s thick and well-defined ass) as Arlo alternated between pushing the young wolf faster and nibbling his ear to tease him; the whole group of bear, wolf, and four horses trooped out of the stable, under the hot summer sun, and made their way to another one of the paddocks; a few farmhands along the way whistled at Tyler and whooped with delight. The whole time, Tyler’s cock never softened and his heart kept beating a mile a minute as visions of what he was about to do raced through his head. And it seemed that both he and Arlo were sharing many of the same visions, because as soon as Mr. Folsom opened the paddock gate, Arlo pushed even harder at Tyler’s back, forcing him into the enclosure, and then trotted around the boy in a way to shield him from the three other horses who had followed.

The Clydesdale stamped his hoofs into the hard and dusty earth as he circled Tyler, snorting and rubbing against the young wolf while also nickering at his fellow studs, clearly telling them to back off and let him use the young and inexperienced stablehand first.

Mr. Folsom chuckled at the display while he placed the buckets he’d brought on the ground. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s had his eye on you for a while, pup! Well, you going to get to it or what?”

Tyler, uncertain now that he was actually on the verge of living out one of his many depraved fantasies, stood rooted to the spot. “W-well…uh, how…I mean, what should I…”

The bear laughed while Duke, Chief, and Logan formed up around him, and Mr. Folsom affectionately stroked and patted his prized stallions while he called over, “Might want to start by getting on your knees; Arlo’ll give you an idea of what to do!”

The young wolf followed his boss’s advice, sinking to his knees (and he was thankful for the cushioning provided by the pads he’d strapped on). From there, Arlo stopped circling…and stepped into position to stand over the boy. The enormous Clydesdale blocked out the sun for Tyler, casting the smaller wolf in shadow beneath his vast and powerful body.

“I—oh wow,” Tyler breathed; by now, he’d seen plenty of horse cocks and groped them (including Arlo’s) while crouching beside the studs in the stable, but this was his first time being face-to-face with one, and he was practically dumbstruck, it was so…incredible.

Arlo was already fully erect, his cock engorged and stiffly throbbing before Tyler’s muzzle, a massive one-eyed monster staring the boy directly in the face—Tyler was essentially eye-to-eye with the opening of Arlo’s urethra. As long as one of Mr. Folsom’s legs and thicker than the bear’s thigh, the huge Clydesdale’s member hung heavily beneath Arlo’s belly, a giant column of gently pulsating meat. Arlo’s flare wasn’t engorged yet, nor was his preputial ring, but Tyler could see that both fleshy features were already starting to inflate with the horse’s arousal. The boy simply sat there on his knees, effectively hypnotized by not only the vision of Arlo’s impressive cock, but also by the scent of the Clydesdale’s potent and wonderfully ripe musk and sweat…

Plap!

Arlo flexed his cock hard enough to slap it against his underbelly, jolting Tyler from his reverie. At the sound of an impatient and needy snort behind him, the wolf turned his head, and he saw Arlo looking down and back at him between his front legs—Tyler couldn’t explain it, but he could swear that the Clydesdale was smirking cheekily at him…and he giggled and bashfully grinned at the horse, as if to apologize for the delay.

“Heh, enjoying the view under there?” Mr. Folsom called.

Tyler glanced in the direction of Mr. Folsom’s voice, where he saw the bear was on his knees as well; Mr. Folsom was currently under Duke’s belly and gently stroking the Irish Draft horse’s cock while he kept an eye on the boy. Tyler then quickly returned his gaze to the horse cock in front of him. “O-oh yeah! It’s beautiful…”

On instinct, the boy reached out with both hands and cradled Arlo’s wide, blunt cockhead in his palms, his fingers resting on the underside of the horse’s shaft. He relished the feeling of the soft, supple, and taut buttery skin beneath his digits, the heat that radiated from the member that rested in his paws, and the stiffness of the horse’s arousal. He experimentally lifted with his hands, pushing the hefty slab of turgid Clydesdale cock up, before letting it lower naturally again, simply marveling at the sheer tonnage of Arlo’s erect member.

“Well, there’s a lot more you can do than just admire that big ol’ dick! Why don’t you nuzzle it a little, start getting better acquainted,” Mr. Folsom prompted.

“Oh! O-okay…you…you mean like this?” Tyler asked, scooting in closer to Arlo’s cockhead and lightly rubbing the side of his snout against the broad pad of the stud’s glans. Almost immediately, a wave of bliss rolled over the boy, and he sighed contentedly as he closed his eyes, simply savoring the moment. “Ooooh…”

“Hehe, yeah, that’s a good start…just do what feels natural,” Mr. Folsom advised.

Tyler kept rubbing the side of his muzzle against Arlo’s cockhead; the Clydesdale’s cock flexed at the stimulation, and Tyler moaned softly at the feeling of the strong pulse. He opened his eyes again, wanting to absorb every second’s worth of this whole experience, to engage all his senses as he lived out his dream; the boy nuzzled the horse’s cock more intently, sniffing like a crazed bloodhound and dragging his face across Arlo’s glans, practically motorboating it, before he moved down along the upper region of the Clydesdale’s shaft, towards the steadily-swelling preputial ring that encircled the midpoint of Arlo’s erection.

The smell of Arlo’s musk was so strong, such a heady scent with the perfect amount of tang; Tyler’s mouth watered at the enticing aroma, and before he knew it, he was slowly licking the Clydesdale’s cock, concentrating on the vast, swollen expanse of the horse’s upper shaft. There was no tentative licking, no cautious sampling on Tyler’s part—it was his first time tasting horse cock and he immediately went at it, lapping at Arlo’s hefty member in long, indulgent strokes the way that a dessert connoisseur would take his time licking the most wonderfully savory ice cream in the world. Arlo’s bare skin was taut yet flexible enough to move ever-so-subtly under the friction of Tyler’s tongue pulling at it. And it was warm, oh so comfortingly warm…

Tyler salivated freely as he licked the huge, meaty log of the Clydesdale’s penis. He could feel the small bumps of veins beneath the otherwise smooth skin, he tasted the salt, sweat, and musk that had once been in Arlo’s sheath and was now spread all over the horse’s cock, and he marveled at the powerful pulse of the horse’s heartbeat that pounded against his tongue as he licked.

The young wolf never stood a chance; he was already head-over-heels in love with Arlo’s cock and with the idea of orally servicing not only the Clydesdale but every other giant stud on the farm. Here, on his knees, using his muzzle to worship the draft horse who was so much bigger, so much stronger, so much more masculine, so much more primal and animalistic than he could ever hope to be…in his heart (which was beating so fast and so hard that the teen had begun panting with desire), Tyler knew he was where he belonged, where he was destined to be. The boy, hornier than ever (as evinced by his own cock throbbing almost painfully) huffed and moaned as he lapped along the broad side of the equine shaft, dragging his tongue over and around the stiff column, leaving trails of spit that soon merged into a consistent coating of drool as Tyler carried on licking the huge, meaty pole.

“Yeah, there you go…tastes good, doesn’t it?” Mr. Folsom called over.

Uuuh-huuuuh,” Tyler murmured blissfully while he licked, nuzzled, and kissed the sides, top, and underbelly of Arlo’s thick member. The Clydesdale standing over him stamped his hooves lightly, though they still thudded heavily against the ground, and he snorted and swished his tail, signaling his pleasure with the stablehand’s ministrations. Arlo’s cock began to throb harder, and it felt even more rigid now as Tyler continued rubbing his muzzle against the girthy shaft, slurping over it, and sloppily smooching it.

“Mmm, yeah, you’re getting it,” Mr. Folsom observed. Tyler spared a glance at his boss to see that the bear was rubbing his chin against the tip of Duke’s fully erect cock, teasing the Irish Draft horse with the scruff on his jaw, before giving it a few slurps with his tongue. “Now, move back to his head, give him some love there, too.”

Tyler did as instructed, drawing back from Arlo’s shaft and licking his way upwards to the Clydesdale’s glans, which had now begun to taper outward from the otherwise uniformly fat column, a precursor to the widening flare that would soon appear. The young wolf planted his lips on the farthest-extended tip of Arlo’s fat cockhead, kissing it, before licking and smooching all over the blunt pad, too. He held Arlo’s cockhead like the face of a lover as he moved down to the opening of the horse’s urethra…and deeply, passionately French-kissed it, his lips locking with the horse’s circular meatus and his tongue wetly penetrating the tight, fleshy tunnel.

Arlo snorted and flexed his cock again; Tyler bobbed his head up and down to follow the jerking motion of the horse’s member, still making out with his urethral entrance. The boy moaned as he swirled his tongue around inside Arlo’s intimate passage, pressing against the inner walls. He sucked and slurped, teasingly thrust his tongue in and out, and delicately grazed his teeth against the Clydesdale’s sensitive flesh, even going so far as to lightly nibble on Arlo’s fat meatus. The horse snorted and stamped his hooves again, and his cock flexed once more. Tyler kept kissing, turning his head from side to side for better angles of attack; as he tongued the horse’s urethra, he tasted the deliciously acrid remains of piss…and the growing hints of musk…and soon, slimy, filmy precum began to well up from the depths of Arlo’s cock, ooze forth, and mix with Tyler’s spit.

“Mmmmfff…” Tyler grunted hungrily at the new flavor on his tongue. There was a sweetness to the mildly bitter and almost earthy notes of the Clydesdale’s pre; it was thin and almost watery in texture, too, with just enough substance to hold it together in a nectar-like consistency…and Tyler wanted every drop he could get. He gulped, swallowing the delectable fluid that Arlo had produced, and he scooted in even closer to the horse’s cock. Instinctively, his hands began to wander downwards, exploring and tenderly squeezing the hot, rigid shaft.

“Hehe, attaboy…start rubbing him, too, get him worked up some more,” Mr. Folsom encouraged.

Tyler didn’t even spare his boss a glance or a nod in acknowledgement. While the grizzly bear had crawled towards Duke’s testicles and was now hugging, stroking, and licking the Irish Draft horse’s mighty, low-hanging, and sweaty nuts, Tyler acted on Mr. Folsom’s input and began slowly pumping his hands up and down along the massive equine shaft. Lubricated by the layer of spit he’d left behind, the young wolf’s palms smoothly pulled up and pushed down along Arlo’s cock; Tyler started just beneath the corona of the Clydesdale’s glans and, with his arms fully extended, managed to reach three quarters of the way down the horse’s length. He pumped slowly at first, experimenting to see what felt natural, before settling into a steady and moderate tempo. He pulled towards himself and pushed away, towards himself and away, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, stroking and stroking the enormous cock…

“Mmm…haaaaahhhh,” Tyler moaned and sighed happily.

Still making out with Arlo’s cockhead, Tyler went on pumping his hands up and down along the horse’s shaft. He rubbed over the thickening preputial ring, traced across the contours of the stiff column, and did his best to make the tips of his fingers meet around the circumference of Arlo’s member, but the Clydesdale’s cock was as thick as the width of a car tire, too broad and too stiff for Tyler’s hands to fully encircle it. But the boy was undaunted by the horse’s overwhelming girth; on the contrary, Tyler was even more infatuated. He was up close and personal with a powerful beast, serving the pleasure of something primal, majestic, pure, the embodiment of base maleness, an animal who had dominantly chosen to use him—Tyler had longed to be in such a position, and getting the chance at last to worship a stud like the giant Clydesdale, to suckle at the horse’s urethra for every drop of pre he could get, to stroke and stimulate Arlo’s throbbing arousal, to help the huge stallion’s nuts churn out even more semen, was truly a dream come true.

And the dream was getting even better.

Thanks to Tyler’s continued attention to Arlo’s cockhead and shaft, the rotund and fleshy collar of the Clydesdale’s preputial ring firmed up, almost making it look like Arlo had impaled an especially thick and dense doughnut on his member. The horse’s flare had also swelled significantly, forming a beautiful, wide flange along Arlo’s glans, the crowning glory of his mighty cock, which Tyler went on worshiping with devoted laps of his tongue, nibbles with his teeth, and strokes of his hands. More precum oozed in a steady flow from the horse’s urethra, and Tyler gulped as much as he could, although a few errant dribbles escaped and trailed along his chin and jaw. Arlo’s cock began to flex up and down in a rhythm, the horse showing his need thanks to the wolf’s steady pumping…Tyler kept going, stroking at an even pace, totally enraptured and soaking in every moment…

“What do you think, fellas?” The sound of Mr. Folsom’s voice distracted Tyler enough to make the wolf stop kissing Arlo’s cockhead and look over at his boss, who (while still hugging, kissing, and tugging on Duke’s balls) was addressing a handful of farmhands who had wandered over to lean against the paddock fence and spectate. All of them were naked and sporting hardons themselves.

“Arlo’s lookin’ real happy, Boss,” the rabbit whom Tyler had encountered on his first day chuckled.

“Kid’s a great kisser,” a tiger observed.

“He’s a natural milker, too,” a bull added. “Pretty curious to see how he handles the rough treatment.”

“Heh, no time like the present, Arlo looks about ready to pop,” Mr Folsom said with a grin. Addressing Tyler, he went on, “Ready for your first cum bath, pup?”

“Whuh—yes, sir!” The wolf’s ears perked up on high alert and his tail wagged even faster.

“Attaboy. Go ahead and lie on your back, and get your legs up around Arlo’s dick,” Mr. Folsom instructed.

Tyler obeyed; he gave the horse’s cockhead one last kiss before getting on his back in a supine position, and then he raised his legs, hooking them together at his ankles around the midpoint of Arlo’s member. “Like this?”

“Scoot down some more, kid, get your heels resting against his sheath,” the bull advised.

“Oh!” Tyler wiggled in the dirt and shimmied further downward; his legs rose higher as they followed the subtle upward curve of the Clydesdale’s member, and his limbs spread further to accommodate Arlo’s girth. The wolf whimpered softly in anticipation; the horse’s cock between his legs was so warm, so thick, so hefty and strong cradled between his own thighs…and thanks to the tension that Tyler was now exerting on it, Arlo’s shaft was pressing downward, resting on the boy’s chest, and the Clydesdale’s cockhead practically nuzzled against the young wolf’s chin. “How’s that?”

“Perfect! Now give that dick a big hug,” Mr. Folsom told him.

Tyler happily embraced Arlo’s cock as instructed, wrapping his arms around the huge pole of stallion meat that rested against his body. Arlo flexed in his grip; the horse snorted above him…stamped his hooves again…and began to thrust back and forth in Tyler’s full-body hug.

“Oh! Ooooh, woooow…ooooohh…mmmmf! Hmf!” Tyler gasped in surprise at first, then moaned in pleasure as the Clydesdale started grinding against him in earnest, and then grunted when Arlo physically pushed him up and dragged him down against the dirt and grass beneath him. “Man, he’s strong!”

“Heh, relax just a little; don’t hold so tight or he’s gonna rut you into the ground,” the rabbit called.

“Oh, gotcha!” Tyler loosened his grip slightly, which allowed Arlo to hump more smoothly between the wolf’s limbs and against his body.

“Yeah, there you go…just hold on like that, best as you can; Arlo’s going to use you like a breeding mount, and he can get pretty rough,” Mr. Folsom called.

Arlo nickered and continued thrusting back and forth, back and forth; Tyler blushed in lustful, heated passion as the horse’s flared cockhead repeatedly glided along his torso and pressed into his face. He felt the horse’s hot and smooth skin slide against his fur, the pronounced bump of Arlo’s preputial ring squeeze between his thighs, and the powerful drumming of the stud’s pulse against his body, exponentially overpowering Tyler’s own excited heartbeat.

And of course it was beyond thrilling for Tyler to have Arlo’s beefy and solid cock pressing forcefully against his own comparatively tiny dick—skin against skin, member to member, throbbing arousal against throbbing arousal, Tyler’s cock overwhelmed by the sheer mass of the Clydesdale’s erection…the sensation was positively euphoric. Arlo kept up his humping, inadvertently rubbing his cock against Tyler’s and building up the perfect amount of heat and friction, frotting with the young stablehand in a way that made Tyler feel so helpless yet so excited, so powerless in comparison to the juggernaut of Arlo’s maleness yet so enthralled and eager for more…he didn’t want this to ever stop…he wanted Arlo to keep going forever, to always have the giant horse cock pumping between his arms and legs, to have his dick totally dwarfed by the massive equine member, to always feel the throb of equine arousal throughout his entire being…

Whatever initial nerves Tyler had, they faded more and more with each thrust from Arlo, and pretty soon the boy was just radiating pure, horny joy. He couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop wagging his tail, couldn’t stop squirming while he held onto the Clydesdale’s huge, pumping penis…and he couldn’t stop enthusiastically slurping over the flared cockhead that kept bumping against his muzzle.

It didn’t take long for Arlo to begin humping with gusto; his cock flexed hard between Tyler’s legs at the continued stimulation from the young wolf, and Tyler very nearly lost his grip on the Clydesdale’s cock, it throbbed so strongly in his embrace. It was almost like holding onto an anaconda, a column of meat that had a mind of its own and moved with primal and carnal intention.

“Mmf! Hmf! Hmf! Ungh! Yeah! Yeah! Mmmm…that’s it, Arlo…fuck, so hot!” Tyler grunted and yipped jubilantly as the horse began thrusting faster and harder, really getting into rutting now.

Tyler could hardly hear the words of encouragement coming from the other farmhands and Mr. Folsom; the only sounds filling the boy’s ears were his own pulse, the powerful grinding of his body against the ground, the loud fap-fap-fap-fap of Arlo’s cock thrusting in his embrace, and the Clydesdale’s snorting and nickering above him. The youngster lapped and slurped at Arlo’s plump flare with abandon; he made love to the equine cockhead with his tongue, licking up the thickening flow of precum that leaked from Arlo’s urethra; he nuzzled and huffed the musky tip and nibbled along the edges of its fleshy perimeter, doing anything and everything he could to stimulate the sensitive tissue even more. With his legs and arms, Tyler also began to alternate squeezing and loosening his grip, contracting his biceps and thighs before relaxing…and Arlo started humping even more intensely in response to the milking sensations the wolf was creating. And on top of all that, Tyler had begun humping against Arlo’s cock, too; he gyrated his hips, rubbing his cock and balls along the huge member that swiftly pistoned in and out between his legs, in and out, in and out…

The longer Arlo thrusted, the more that Tyler got carried away and lost his capacity for rational thought. He was so happy, so horny, so mesmerized, so in love and in lust with the horse who was using his whole body like a fleshlight…

“…even hear me, pup?”

Tyler jolted from his reverie when he at last felt a large hand on his shoulder and Mr. Folsom’s voice in his ear. The boy turned his head and saw the grizzly bear kneeling next to him, grinning smugly.

“I…whuh…what?” Tyler asked blankly while he was still rocking back and forth with the motion of Arlo’s humping.

“Ha! I was saying he’s getting close,” Mr. Folsom chuckled. He pointed with his free hand at Arlo’s cock. “You can help him finish by tugging that spot right below his flare.”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah…mf, like this?” Tyler readjusted his arms to better hug the region just beneath Arlo’s cockhead; it was like embracing a granite column, the horse’s member was so stiff.

“Yep, just squeeze real hard and puuuuull…”

The young wolf followed his boss’s instructions, flexing his arms and squeezing as tightly as he could, yanking upward on Arlo’s cock as he did…

Arlo bucked hard in the wolf’s grip and neighed loudly, almost squealing.

“Get ready!” Mr. Folsom warned.

Tyler had less than a second to brace himself when—

SPURT!

Arlo’s cock pulsed and fired the first gush of cum like a shot from a cannon, absolutely blasting Tyler in the face with a huge wad of thick, musky semen. The wolf snapped his eyes shut in the nick of time to prevent any cum from getting in them, but he felt the heavy and slimy fluid plaster itself all over his eyelids, his snout, his forehead—hell, some even got in his ears!

“Guuh! Uuuunngghh…” Tyler guffawed in surprise, then groaned in pleasure at the sensation of getting hit with such an enormous and forceful surge of hot, fresh cum, but before he could fully luxuriate in the feeling, another shot hit his muzzle and filled his nose.

He gasped—another pulse of cum hit him in the face, and another, another, another…fuck, he lost count, Arlo was shooting like a geyser gone crazy! Jet after jet of thick cum splattered onto Tyler’s face, making a thick, goopy mask of viscous horse cream that soon covered the boy’s entire head and began to ooze down along his neck and onto his chest.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s the way! Paint him good, Arlo!” Mr. Folsom encouraged lustily, his hand still on Tyler’s shoulder while the boy still held onto the Clydesdale’s throbbing cock.

Globs of cum gummed up Tyler’s fur in no time, and his nostrils were getting inundated with so much semen that the wolf opened his mouth wider to catch his breath; owing to the fact that Tyler was still face-to-face with Arlo’s flared cockhead and engorged urethral opening, ropes of Clydesdale cum flew into his maw and painted his tongue. Tyler spluttered before moaning at the bitter, salty, earthy taste of Arlo’s semen, which he happily gulped down while he continued tugging up on the horse’s flare—he wanted more, he wanted so much more. He wanted to guzzle all that deliciously musky and potent cum, he wanted to have it pumped down his throat and into his belly, he wanted to get totally coated in it, he wanted to get completely submerged in a tub of the stuff and eat it all up…

And Arlo was doing a pretty good job of making Tyler’s desires a reality. With every spasm of his cock, the horse ejaculated heavy, voluminous spurts of cum, giving Tyler so much more than just a facial and so much more than a few mere mouthfuls of seed to swallow. The boy greedily swallowed whatever landed in his open mouth and licked his dripping lips; more warm, slimy cum collected on his shoulders, on his chest, on his arms, on his belly…Arlo was making a complete mess of the stablehand, and by the time the horse’s flow finally began to ebb, Tyler looked like he’d been violently hosed down with gallons of spooge. He panted hard, exhilarated…before he at last let go of Arlo’s now-softening member (which flexed a few more times and drooled even more cum onto the boy) and flopped back onto the ground, giving his arms and legs a rest.

Tyler lay there, reveling in the feeling of being so thoroughly coated in horse cum. He heard Arlo nicker and then clop away from him; as the horse moved and stopped blocking out the light of the sun over him, Tyler felt the full heat of the day once more, and he moaned in pleasure—Arlo’s semen in his fur felt even warmer now, even more comforting…and the glorious, horsey stink of it filled his nostrils even more, making his cock throb so hard…but as turned on as he was, the boy still hadn’t cum yet…he wanted to, of course; part of him wanted to start furiously jerking off right then and there, but even stronger than the urge to masturbate was his desire to merely service even more horses. He wanted to get off, but first he wanted Mr. Folsom’s studs to use him…

And it seemed he’d get his wish, as the boy stirred and started coming back to the present when he heard more hoofbeats clop towards him.

“Heh, you’ve got a little something right here.” Tyler heard Mr. Folsom’s voice just before he felt a broad hand swipe across his face, clearing his eyelids and part of his face of the thick, sludgy cum that Arlo had deposited there.

The young wolf blearily opened his eyes and saw his boss hovering over him…and over Mr. Folsom, peering down at Tyler expectantly, was Chief the Percheron.

“Doing okay, pup?” Mr. Folsom asked, a note of concern in his tone.

“Oooooh yeeeeaaaah,” Tyler sighed contentedly before licking more horse cum from his lips.

“Attaboy; nothing like getting that first faceful of jizz, right?”

“Ugh, it’s soooo gooood!”

The bear winked down at him. “Knew you’d love it.” He then glanced up at Chief before gazing down at Tyler again. “You up for more?”

“Yes sir!”

Having Arlo cum all over him was just the beginning for Tyler; Chief had other plans for the boy, which started with a long and passionate makeout session while Tyler was still lying on the ground. The Percheron leaned down and locked lips with the young wolf, dominantly kissing the stablehand. Tyler moaned at the rough bristle around the horse’s huge lips and salivated at the taste of grass and hay in Chief’s spit before suckling on the huge tongue that pressed into his muzzle. And Chief didn’t let up until he was satisfied, forcing Tyler to keep kissing him for what felt like ages.

From there, Mr. Folsom hauled Tyler up and showed the boy how to milk the stud into one of the five-gallon buckets he’d brought along; the bear emphasized the technique of stroking the whole shaft with both hands, fingering the horse’s urethral opening to stimulate him further, and tugging right behind the flare. Under his boss’s tutelage, it didn’t take long for Tyler—still thoroughly coated in slimy cum up from his encounter with Arlo—to milk Chief to completion. The boy watched wide-eyed as the Percheron’s enormous cock pulsed with every powerful ejaculation of thick and musky semen, which spurted into the bucket Mr. Folsom had placed at the ready. And once Chief filled the bucket to the brim with the contents of his balls, Tyler (encouraged by Mr. Folsom and the rest of the farmhands who had gathered to watch) dunked his head in the huge pail and slurped up mouthful after mouthful of fresh cum like a greedy cat sucking up fresh cream.

After milking Chief, Tyler got acquainted with Duke’s testicles; Mr. Folsom showed him the right way to tug on the Irish Draft horse’s foal-makers, how to lick them, how to massage them, and how to nuzzle them with his face. The bear and the wolf worked together on Duke, with Tyler concentrating on stimulating the huge horse’s nuts while Mr. Folsom took his turn to get coated in a fresh batch of thick horse cum.

Once Duke had finished painting Mr. Folsom with every drop of cum Tyler helped squeeze out of his balls, Logan stepped up for his turn. Tyler and his boss worked together to milk the Clydesdale, too; Mr. Folsom skillfully pumped his hands up and down along the horse’s enormous and turgid shaft (taking care to squeeze on the fat preputial ring) and the young stablehand knelt on the ground (still wearing his cushioned knee pads) and made out with Logan’s cockhead, which grew and widened into a broad and beautiful flare thanks to the bear and wolf’s combined efforts. Tyler took his time to lap at the opening of Logan’s urethra and slather the whole pad of the horse’s glans with drool, and he covered every square centimeter of hot, pulsing flesh with smooches, which elicited plenty of appreciative and horny snorts from the Clydesdale who stood over him.

“Hehe, you’re a natural, pup—might need to get you a shirt that says ‘Certified Flare Kisser’ or something,” Mr. Folsom quipped as he watched the boy keep making out with Logan’s plump and hefty cockhead.

Tyler’s tail wagged hard at his boss’s comment and he kissed the Clydesdale’s flared cockhead even more enthusiastically, as if desperate to prove himself worthy of the title that Mr. Folsom had suggested.

Under both Tyler and Mr. Folsom’s ministrations, it didn’t take long for Logan to climax; his cock stiffly pulsated and jerked, spasming in the grizzly bear’s hold, and Tyler did his best to keep his mouth fixed to the Clydesdale’s circular urethral opening, pressing the tip of his snout into the shallow divot of Logan’s glans and lapping up as much cum as he could get from the wildly spurting fountainhead of the horse’s member. Rope upon rope of cum fired into Tyler’s open maw, coating his tongue and teeth—as Tyler swallowed and guzzled the Clydesdale’s semen straight from the tap, more of it messily cascaded and oozed down along his neck, over his chest, stomach, stiff cock, aching balls, and legs.

Still making out with Logan’s urethral opening as more cum flooded his mouth and messily spilled along his body, Tyler unconsciously used one hand to stroke his own abdomen, indulgently raking his fingers through the warm, slimy slurry of horse semen that soaked into his fur. It was so wet and thick, so wonderfully musky and stringy and viscous and gooey—getting totally soaked in so much sperm was something he’d fantasized about for so long, and here he was, actually living out his dream of being a cumrag for these huge horses…

And not only being a cumrag, but also getting to serve as a cum receptacle, as he was getting to actually swallow what Mr. Folsom’s giant studs produced! His belly filled with gulp after gulp of thick, soupy Clydesdale semen while Logan kept pumping it into his muzzle…fuck, Tyler never wanted it to end, it all just felt so incredible…

As he patted and rubbed himself, lost in sheer ecstasy, Tyler’s cock throbbed harder than ever, flexing involuntarily and stiffly pulsing as it pointed straight ahead of him. He rubbed lower, his hand drifting towards his navel…and then he wrapped his fingers around the base of his erection, just barely touching himself, loving the feeling of slippery, sticky, glutinous horse cum between his palm and his cock…it squished so wetly, so slimily, so messily…and his loins tingled as a familiar, powerful pressure rose in them…

“Hngh! Ngh! Gluuuugh!” Tyler huffed and groaned breathlessly, helplessly, while Logan’s cum continued blasting into his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s good pup, just let it out,” Mr. Folsom rumbled approvingly.

The boy’s orgasm snuck up on him, taking him by surprise. He just couldn’t control himself, and his body couldn’t take anymore. His cock spasmed and his balls drew up tight as he fired his own load—small, thin ropes of cum frantically shot out, carelessly falling while Tyler bucked his hips and rode through the crest of his orgasm, still making out with Logan’s urethra. The wolf’s miniscule wad was a drop in the ocean of horse semen that had pooled and puddled on the ground, and it was immediately lost in all the slop of so much sperm that had been spilled around him. But Tyler didn’t care what happened to his load; his mind awash with hormones, all he could focus on was keeping his lips locked on Logan’s flare. The boy grunted animalistically, not paying attention to anything else except the Clydesdale’s cock…and even when his orgasm settled and all that was left was the afterglow, he hugged Logan’s softening flare close, smooching it tenderly and lapping up even more seed that drooled from the horse’s member.

In a daze, Tyler eventually lost track of time as more horses filtered into the paddock for attention. Roland strolled in and Tyler hugged the Ardennes’s cock just as he had embraced Arlo’s, letting the huge horse buck into his grip and cum all over him, making even more of a mess of the boy. The young wolf happily milked Trigger and Scotty into fresh buckets, and while Mr. Folsom slowly and hedonistically poured the Shire horse’s collected load over both himself and Tyler (coating them in even more wonderfully warm and slimy equine spunk), Tyler dipped his paw into the five-gallon bucket of Friesian sperm and gulped handful after handful of it, sloppily ingesting so much cum that he felt like his belly was starting bloat.

Indeed, by the time Tyler finished servicing Champ and Baxter (both of whom had wandered in after Trigger and Scotty), the young wolf’s stomach was noticeably swollen from the combination of horse and donkey semen sloshing around in his gut. The teen’s fur was matted beyond recognition, he reeked of musky cum, and he was sprawled out on the ground like a drunk in a giant puddle of equine jizz; he was cross-eyed and gurgling listlessly, and the occasional burp escaped his cum-soaked lips…but Tyler wore a dazed smile and his tail wagged contentedly. His cock pointed straight up once again, his arousal having returned in full force after his previous orgasm.

“Heh, what do you think, fellas?” Mr. Folsom asked while he leaned against the paddock fence with the farmhands who’d gathered to watch. Every man there was touching himself in some way, and Mr. Folsom was lazily stroking his own cock, his paw lubricated by the copious amounts of horse cum that still coated his whole body.

“I think he’s gonna work out real nicely,” the rabbit said as he and the rest of the men watched Tyler flop onto his swollen belly…and crawl for one of the buckets that still had horse cum in it.

“The big guys seem pretty happy with him…gotta say, he’s a cutie, and he’s a natural when it comes to handling them,” a hyena noted as Tyler reached for the bucket…and began to slurp up more of the cum within it. With his free hand, the young wolf lazily took hold of his own cock and began to jerk off, pumping his paw up and down along his member while he kept imbibing more of the musky sludge in the bucket.

“Gonna be even cuter with that big cum tum he’s gonna get,” a jaguar added with a chuckle. He nudged Cobb, who had also joined the group of spectators. “How long do you think it’ll take for him to really show like you? Three weeks?”

The portly Rottweiler snickered as he stroked his own thick gut before fondling his plump, knotted cock. “At the rate he’s drinking? I give him a week at most…man, he can really put it away…”

“Yeah, reminds of you when you first started here, Cobb; you couldn’t get enough of the stuff,” the rabbit chuckled.

“Still can’t! Heh, might need to do a drinking contest with him sometime, see how much we can chug,” Cobb said thoughtfully. He smirked and went on, “And it’s gonna be real fun to rub bellies with him, especially after drinking a fresh load together…”

“And you know he’s gonna be a little piss fiend, too,” a raccoon chimed in. “No way a boy eats that much cum and doesn’t love chugging horse piss, too.”

Mr. Folsom grunted. “You should’ve heard him when I asked why he wanted the job; he’s basically going to be glued to the horses now. My money’s on Arlo using him the most, pretty sure the big fucker’s got a crush on the pup.”

“Aw, that’s real sweet,” the hyena said. “I can see the big guy being protective of him. Always cute when a stud has a favorite.”

Cobb nodded. “I remember being Kojak’s main squeeze; he wouldn’t let me out from under him for a month.”

“Heh, I remember that, too; you stank so bad!” the jaguar contributed with a laugh.

“You happy with him, boss?” the bull asked, addressing Mr. Folsom.

“Oh yeah,” the grizzly bear said smugly while he watched Tyler continue hungrily gulping from the bucket of horse cum. He ogled the young, semen-soaked wolf from head to toe, and grinned. “Great stablehand and a happy cumrag for the horses…he’s perfect. I see him enjoying working here on the farm for a looooooong time.”