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The Carlisle Estate

Part 2: Rude Awakening

The Carlisle Estate weathered the storm, and come morning, the gray of the clouds were breaking to spackle the manor with the glistening rays of dawn. The first of the servants had gotten to work preparing the master’s morning bath and breakfast, but the workers, the men that amassed the master’s wealth, were roused by the sound of mourning doves and robins.

Aspen wasn’t so lucky.

The stallion made mare was awoken by the splash of cold water. The horse’s eyes shot open as he nickered and snorted out his nose causing droplets to spray from his nostrils.

“That’ll be all,” a Doberman at the door waived off another servant holding a now empty bucket.

“The fuck!” Aspen shouted and stood up, the water running down his body.

“Well,” the Doberman didn’t even flinch, he merely cocked a brow. “I needed to wake you up and you were positively filthy. What other way would have achieved both at the same time?”

Aspen balled his fist up and swung it at the man, but instantly his body froze, his muscles cramping in the opposite direction, causing him to stumble to a stop. The reality of what happened to him came flooding back as he felt the warmth of that brand on his ass cheek keeping him from striking the Doberman. He stepped back, his breath labored as the events of the day before flooded his mind. He had a growing sense of dread as he realized the lack of something heavy pulling at his loins. His hand went down and he almost sobbed and moaned as he found his mare maker gone but his rough fingers played with the petals of his loins.

“Master did say you’d be an unruly one,” the Doberman adjusted his glasses with his gloved hands. “Now why don’t you pat yourself down and get a move on. We’re already behind schedule.”

The Doberman handed him a towel, the fabric thick and pristine. Aspen snatched it and pulled it to himself for both warmth and decency. Normally he would stand with his dick out proud, loving how people shrank away from him in inferiority. He covered himself up and the Doberman sighed.

“You know how to clean and dry yourself? I wouldn’t want to assume you’re a simpleton, but if the master wishes to have someone with the wits of a coat rack I could have just saved him the money and dressed up the one in the foyer.”

“Shut up,” Aspen huffed, rage burning away the bloom of fear in his gut. “You fucking freaks are absolutely disgusting! Fix me right now—”

Aspen’s voice hitched in his throat as sudden warmth welled up in his abdomen. It felt so good it hurt. It was like a blade of pleasure stabbed him right below his belly button.

“Master has a grasp of how this kind of magic works,” the Doberman started. “But he has always been so sloppy, ever since he was a young man he had a tough time reeling it in.”

The Doberman walked into the room that appeared to be some sort of stable master’s quarters. A brick house off of the stables with a small bed of hey and an old fireplace with nothing but fresh ashes in it.

“I’d have hoped to have trained him better than this, but his magic is all over you,” the Doberman continued, adjusting his glasses, the lenses glowing with runes as he looked over the horse. “Sloppy form, hastily drawn runes, poor penmanship, truly he is as much a failure as a student as I am a teacher.” The Doberman kicked the door behind him closed with just enough effort for it to gently close on itself. He slowly came over removing his gloves one finger at a time. “You see, what you felt last night was nothing compared to what a real savant can do with proper training and discipline.” The Doberman put his gloves in the breast pocket of his vest, his right hand coming between Aspen’s legs.

“What are you doing, don’t touch me,” Aspen huffed.

“Move your hand,” the Doberman was looking up into the massive stallion’s eyes, easily a full head shorter than the massive cunt man, but bulky and strong in his own way. He wore a suite much like Gage did before, but instead of trousers, he wore the panties similar to what Marco wore.

When Aspen didn’t comply, the canine narrowed his eyes and the stallion felt a sudden bloom of warmth in his abdomen again. Aspen gasped, his fingers going away, only to be tenderly replaced by the Doberman’s skilled ones. It was like his hand was made for handling pussy, the massive stallion’s legs shaking as the dog’s fingers slipped inside him, his thumb lightly petting his clit.

“That’s a good boy,” he murred, the word echoing deep into his loins and making his abdomen burn with pleasure. He was starting to sweat, his body shaking from the intensity of it. It was almost like that fucking cougar asshole’s dick plunged into his depths again. “My name is Eric, and I manage all the cunt boys and new recruits on the grounds. When I tell you to do something, you’re going to listen and obey, am I clear on that?”

Aspen was racked with waves of powerful pleasure, those talented fingers slicking in and out of his pussy slowly and methodically. Every time a more powerful wave of pleasure would strike him, those fingers would adjust instantly to tease and press on those sensitive spots. Aspen choked back gasps in his throat as he grit his teeth, not wanting to admit he was enjoying this. He couldn’t, it wasn’t pleasure, it was some fucked up magic trick! A really, really good magic trick.

“Aspen?” Eric cocked a brow, another stab of pleasure struck him deep in his core, but this time it didn’t back off. “Do you understand?”

Eric’s fingers slipped easier in and out of that puffy peach, each of his knuckles soaked in the heat laced juices of that needy pussy. The slow and methodical sound of dripping pussy slick smacking the dirt floor filled the room like the ticking of a sadistic clock.

“YyYYYes…” Aspen managed to grit through his teeth.

“Good,” Eric pulled his fingers out, whipped them and the juices off like a thick slime trail before pulling his gloves back on. “It’s time to show you your duties here at the estate and we’re already behind. Hurry up and dry yourself off.”

Eric turned and opened the door to leave but paused when the stallion was still standing there dumfounded. Just a single raised brow sent another shot deep into Aspen’s loins, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as that Doberman kept causing his body to flare up with need.

“Each time you disobey or make me wait, your heat will only get deeper,” Eric commented. “Now march!”

Aspen grit his teeth and went to walking, drying himself off as he did so. Eric was giving a speech about how long the estate had been in operation, how many generations had walked these grounds, the origins of it all. Aspen couldn’t have cared less. He was just trying to cover himself up as quickly as he could, his body being cleaned up as he trod his way along the stone path. He would normally roll the towel up and hang it around his shoulders, letting his boys air out on display, but he felt the need to wrap it around his waist instead. If he walked a specific way, it was like the rippling of the fabric was showing a dick swinging beneath that fabric.

“This here, is the kitchen,” Eric gestured as they came in the back, a duo of cunt men in basic clothing working on getting breakfast ready. “This is the servant halls over this way. Now be sure to wipe your hooves. I won’t have you tracking mud on my floors.”

He paused, looking for a place to clean his hooves and Eric turned to look at him. The Doberman rolled his eyes.

“The bucket and cloth, use them please,” he pointed to a pale of water with a rack of rags. He dipped his own feet in the water, then grabbed the cloth, washing his paws and getting any residual dirt off them. “You’ve never set foot in a real manor before, have you?”

“I…not before the floors were put in,” Aspen answered. “I helped build the Ramsey estate. The wood for their dining room was crafted in our shop.”

“Hm,” Eric cocked a brow. “The dining room in that estate is the only room worthy of praise. Glad to know we secured a potentially capable workhand.” The Doberman sighed, pinching the bridge of his muzzle and rubbing his eyes. “Use the cloth like you’re polishing shoes, please.”

“I…sure,” Aspen cleaned his hooves as best he could, any dirt or residual pieces of dried on mud turning the pale of water into a milky brown.

“That’ll do I suppose,” Eric took a cloth and did a quick rub over the stallion’s arm. “Hmm…so it is the color of your fur. With how much you’re dirtying up the towels, I half expected your coloring to be different layers of dirt. Glad to know you’re not as messy as you look.”

“Quiet, you fucking pompous pup,” Aspen growled through clenched teeth.

“Strike a nerve?” Eric adjusted his glasses.

“This coat is the only thing I have left of my dad,” Aspen huffed. “The rest of his life’s work burned down with our shop.”

“My apologies,” Eric sounded less than sincere. “Such a sad story, but know this house is filled with them. You’re not the only one who was dealt a raw hand and given a second chance on this estate. Your tale is hardly unique, and it is far from moving. But you can change the next chapter in your story by making something of yourself here.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Aspen snarled, having tried to play the sympathy card and only getting a bigger one in return.

“They all call me that,” Eric adjusted his glasses. “At the start at least. But we’ll clean your mouth as much as your body here.” He turned and went down the servant’s hall. “All our suits are custom made. You will be fitted next week, for now though you’ll be wearing what is available. Currently, the only things on hand are with the semesters.”

Eric opened a door where several clothes were folded on racks and tables. An empty stool in the center by a table with patterns and designs.

“Looks like they’re out doing other chores. Picking up the slack from my absence I’m sure.” Eric entered the room and pulled something from a pile. It was a set of tinny panties that Aspen didn’t think would fit him regardless if his dick was gone or not.

“The fuck is that?” Aspen demanded.

“Put it on, now,” Eric handed it over. Aspen huffed, but a slight narrowing of Eric’s eyes told him this could get a lot worse. “Listen, I’m sure you’re already deep in your heat. Irritability is one of the symptoms, but if I keep needling you with it, you won’t be good to anyone. We don’t need someone hopping on anything that looks remotely phallic like in the shop. Not again anyway,” Eric pushed himself up on his tip toes, his tail hiked up before he composed himself. “Now put it on before I need to get more forceful.”

“What could you do, you little shrimp,” Aspen huffed, snorting out his nose as he looked down at the Doberman.

“Are you threatening me?” Eric had to hold back a scoff, a hint of a smile creeping into his voice. “I’m sure, even before the Master of the house put that brand on you, I could have you on your knees calling me daddy in a matter of minutes.”

“A lot can happen in a few minutes,” Aspen cracked his knuckles.

“You would have a few minutes,” Eric took his glasses off and stared Aspen dead in the eyes. “If we hadn’t already branded you.”

Aspen gave a deep gasp, his throat feeling raw as he panted, his legs giving out from under him as he fell to his knees.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Eric cupped Aspen’s muzzle and forced him to look into his eyes. They were glowing red with a lustful power. “My glasses keep me from making little unruly skanks like you from dripping all the time. Can you feel it? I’m in your head right now, playing with the folds of your mind.”

Aspen moaned as his pussy dripped, his towel parting to reveal the winking folds of his pussy. It was like a talented tongue was slowly working over his petals, but also in the folds of his brain. His head was ablaze with burning pleasure, and that tongue was a cooling numbness that flittered and flicked over the most burning spots, soothing them, but only making the heat in his loins blaze more. He was hot, his brow glistening as he gulped air.

Then something touched his pussy. Erick had lifted his foot paw, the soft upper side of that paw gently rubbing his pussy, getting his toes slicked with his juices. His thighs shook as Aspen bit down on his tongue to hold back his gasp. It was so intense. Even more so than just a few moments ago. He could feel every hair, every cell of that foot paw brush over his folds, goosebumps running up his abdomen and down his legs as he was played with like a fucking whore.

“The problem is, fingers won’t cut it with this magic,” Eric smirked, his eyes glowing an intense red. “Only dick can make it go away. The only thing that’ll scratch that itch.”

“I’m not a fucking fag,” Aspen snarled.

“Sure you’re not,” Eric cooed through a condescending smirk, his foot paw gently rolling back and forth in tender circles. “You’re not on your knees, a dickless slave, having his pussy played with by another pussy boy, huh? You’re a fucking stud, right? A big dick stallion who demands to spread his wild oats?” Eric fanned his toes so he could gently tweak and pull at that clit, using the hood to sweetly play at that little love button. “Yeah, you’re not some play thing for some other pussy boy, right? I don’t have my glasses on, so maybe this isn’t what it looks like. A little whore moaning on a cunt man’s toes because anything remotely phallic will do when you’re dripping for dick. Even the delicate, manicured foot paws of a fag like me. What would that make you? A fag’s faggot? What’s less than dirt in your eyes? Shit?”

“Fu-Fuck off,” Aspen’s muscles twitched, his back rippling as he tried to hold it together, but it was a losing battle.

“Okay,” Eric pulled away, not far, just enough that his fingers were out of reach, a single strand of pussy juice connecting his toes to those quivering folds.

A deep fear filled Aspen’s guts. The feeling wasn’t getting any less intense. He blinked as he felt those fingers on his muzzle again, those toes sliding up against his pussy.

“Don’t touch me you fucking fag!” Aspen snarled.

“I didn’t move an inch,” Eric smirked putting his glasses back on and moving a quarter step back. Again, so tantalizingly close. Aspen noticed it this time, his back ached like he was trying to hold back a boulder on a mountain slope, he leaned forward, his muzzle sliding into that open palm, his knees shakily moving forward until his pussy was on those beautiful toes again.

“What did you do to me? Why...Why am I like this?”

“You’re dreadfully dimwitted, aren’t you,” Eric said it like it was a compliment. “I never once tried to hide how this works. Normally I like my men big and stupid, but your roll here isn’t going towards our service tops. No, you’re far too skilled to be a pussy drunk Blank Chuck. It’s almost a shame. You and your dick wouldn’t be dry from dawn till dusk, but because of your upbringing, I get to break you into a good beast of labor.”

Eric stepped away, further than just a tantalizing few inches and used a scrap of cloth to clean the pussy juice of his toes before presenting the panties to Aspen.

“Now, put them on, or I’ll stop playing nice,” Eric almost growled.

“No,” Aspen huffed, but his hand was already going for the panties. He looked at his own hand betraying him and he tried to grab it with his other, only for both of them to grip the tiny shred of fabric that was being passed off as some sort of suitable garment. It was soft, it was silky, and it was cool to the touch.

“The fabric is designed for comfort as well as allure. The Master of the house does like his cunt men scantily clad, but we do need a fabric that moves heat away from our nether regions. I bet you’re burning up right about now. Wouldn’t a nice, cool, piece of silk be just what the doctor ordered?”

Aspen was frozen, his thumbs sliding over the silk as he tried to keep his wits about him, but the bonfire between his legs was hot and balmy. He could hardly think straight as wave after wave of liquid heat dripped from his folds into a shallow puddle on the ground.

Aspen couldn’t stand back up yet, so instead he decided to roll backwards, his ass hitting the ground before his shoulders soon followed. He bent his legs up and hooked his hooves into the panty legs and slid them up. At first he thought they were going to break on his thighs, but they were surprisingly stretchy. He pulled it up until the fabric brushed up against his loins.

“Oh…yeah…” Aspen sighed, the warmth against his cunt abated as the silk drank up his pussy juices, the black fabric getting darker as it clung to every contour and fold. It left no detail to the imagination as those panties sank in around his cunt.

“Good, now stand,” Eric ordered.

Surprisingly enough, Aspen could stand again, his legs shaky, but the withering heat from his loins wasn’t as oppressive anymore. Eric came over and inspected his work. He went around the back to see the fabric was resting half way up his ass and he shook his head.

“It goes all the way up to the base of the tail,” the Doberman gripped the fabric and pulled it up into place.

“Wait, no!” Aspen wasn’t comfortable with his pussy, but especially not his asshole being touched. It was too late; his thick cheeks ate that little string of fabric, flossing between those thick globes before pressing against his pucker. His back door was completely virgin, but despite the tightness of his pucker, it was still wider than that fucking string of fabric. Aspen looked like someone just shoved snow down his pants, arching forward and trying to get away from the teasing string that now played with his last virgin hole. He knew if he bent over, that string wouldn’t even cover half his pucker.

Suddenly, that heat was back again, his pussy burning with need. It was so hot, the silk doing almost nothing as his slick started to soak through the panties, dripping out along his mound. The fabric covered most of his pussy except the outer most edges of his folds. If he did the splits you’d get a nice peak at the bright pink petals beneath that fabric. He almost squatted down to see if getting some air would relieve the wet, humidity between his legs, but thought better of it with that string tickling his back hole.

“There you go,” Eric seemed almost proud. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

Aspen swung his hand around to clothesline Eric, but the brand stopped his swing. The Doberman simply sighed and put his hand on the big guys forearm and brought it back down to his side.

“You’re lucky you’re gorgeous or you’d be a lost cause,” Eric shook his head. “Now step to it, we got a lot to cover and not a lot of time.”

Aspen tried to step after him, but his knees almost gave out. He braced himself against the table to break his fall.

“Already having a hard time walking?” Eric smirked. “Have you ever been on a ship out on the sea?”

“What? Why?” Aspen scoffed.

“Answer the question,” Eric pulled his glasses down, the faint red glow of his threat very clear.

“Yes! What of it!”

“Good, did you ever get your sea legs? Cross your legs while you walk. It helps.”

Aspen scoffed and attempted to step forward, his legs quivering. He refused to look like some whore walking with swaying hips.

“Do it now or I’ll bring Gage in here,” Eric threatened.

“Fuck, okay,” Aspen started crossing his legs, his hips swaying, his tail swishing, but…he could walk. He blinked at how easy it was to move so long as he kept his stance tighter.

“Good, now follow along,” Eric turned and didn’t bother looking back if Aspen was following. He knew the consequences for disobedience well enough.

They rounded the corner and found a medicine closet where Eric pulled out a little strip of fabric.

“This, is a heat pad. You will apply one three times a day. Your heat is to bother you, not others, so be sure to be considerate. Failure to comply will result in severe punishment.”

Aspen held the fabric between his fingers, scratching his head with his free hand.

“How does it work?”

“My god, can you breath and walk at the same time or is there simply nothing between those ears of yours,” Eric sighed. Grabbing a fresh pad he pulled Aspen’s panties forward, slipped the pad down with practiced ease, and snapped the panties back. Aspen gasped, his legs quivering and his mind going almost blank as Eric man handled him effortlessly.

“Fuck! Give a guy some warning!” Aspen snorted through his nostrils.

“If I took the time for every dickless, alpha blowhard to adjust to life here, you’d all be reading the rules of the house from my epitaph. My job is to keep you in line and give you the tools you need to thrive. Next is your quarters. Come on, step to it.”

Eric pointed out a few more medicine cabinets along the halls. Some doubled as linen closets and storage for cleaning supplies, but a cunt man didn’t need to go halfway down any service hall without finding a pad to use. They came to a door half way down the hall and opened it.

“This will be your room. The master hopes it’s to your liking,” Eric said as he stepped back to show the stallion his quarters. The room was like that of any inn. A bed, a dresser, and a wash basin for cleaning himself. Aspen furrowed his brow.

“Why are there two beds?” He looked at both ends of the room. It was quite spacious, but it housed two of everything, mirrored on both sides of the room.

“You didn’t think you would get your own room, did you? Cute,” Eric closed the door. “You’ll meet your roommate at lunchtime. Now, as for your duties. Every morning you’ll make your bed, every night you’ll wash yourself off.”

Aspen followed, hardly listening to what the Doberman was saying, half ignoring him and just trying to keep his mind from boiling in the flames of his loins. They went out back, the morning light breaking through the clouds and illuminating puddles along the stone pathways. The stallion wasn’t paying much attention until he heard a familiar sound. He blinked and looked up, the building they were headed to was massive, a duo of windmills attached to them, and the sound that graced his ears was the sound of wood being cut, chipped, and hammered.

“This, is where you’ll spend most of your days,” Eric said, opening the door and guiding the stallion in. Aspen had to dip his head, but he couldn’t get in quick enough. It was a carpentry shop. Gorgeous wood planks of high quality were being handled by big burly men in aprons and gloves. Wood was shoved into machines that were powered by the windmills above and cut into useable pieces. Several stations were covered with woodchips and grand designs. Several pieces of completed furniture were stacked on the far wall. Gorgeous chairs and tables fit for dukes’ dining rooms, vanities and bedframes fit for duchesses.

Aspen forgot for a moment what his life was and he smiled, his hand brushing over a surface, loving the feel of sawdust on his fingers sucking away the moisture from his skin. He snorted, the dust in the air dancing in the streams of his breath.

“The Master has his hands in many pies,” Eric adjusted his glasses. “But the big two that keep the lamps on are his lumber yards, and the furniture shops he has in house.”

“Holy shit,” Aspen breathed, looking at the well-oiled machine that the workshop was. From the actual machinery to the men working, it was a sight that would bring tears to a lesser man’s eyes.

“Yes, it is a beautiful operation,” Eric had a genuine smile on his muzzle. “And to think all these workers were once criminals and vagabonds that the law caught up with. Suffice to say, our method of keeping you all in line is quite effective and lucrative.”

“What do you mean by that?” Aspen turned to look at Eric.

“Why must you prove your lack of comprehension every time you open your slack jaw?” Eric sighed. “Every last carpenter here was specially selected by the Master for the explicit purpose of making something of themselves in this shop. Meaning they were all either going to be sent to the slave market, or they were going to rot in a cell. The Master saved many of them toiling away in a life of misery. It would be wise of you to remember that.”

“Like I give a shit where you got the workers from, or your fucking Master’s savior complex,” Aspen huffed. He knew words when he wanted to, but wasn’t the best at thinking off the cuff.

“I mean that you should be aware of these men and their backgrounds. Many of them come from a place far worse than yours. Crimes far more severe than petty theft.”

That gave Aspen pause.

“L-Like what?”

“Between the full work force here, I’d assume there is a kill count in the double digits,” Eric smirked. “Whether intentional or premeditated, it makes little difference in the eyes of the law. Taking a life, let alone many, incurs a debt upon society that can never be repaid. Oh, and one more thing,” Eric slapped Aspen’s ass, his hand gripping the brand. “This only protects the head staff and the Master from your advances. It doesn’t protect you from them.”

Fear twanged amongst Aspen’s heartstrings. He never fucked around with that kind of crowd, but looking at the men in the shop he couldn’t peg any of them for their crimes. They all wore aprons and scarves over their faces to protect their bodies and lungs. Their hair tied up and covered with bandanas.

“Wait,” Aspen turned to look at the Doberman. “You’re fucking with me right?”

“I don’t joke,” Eric replied, furrowing his brow at how his glasses gathered dust before shrugging. “Thieves and murderers. Rapists and extortionists. It matters not your past. You’re all equal when it comes to the craft shop.”

“We’re all slaves you mean,” Aspen huffed.

“Finally a sound that isn’t just the wind blowing between your ear holes,” Eric smirked. “We’ll grow something in that skull of yours yet.”

“What do we have here?” A voice rang through the sound of sawing and banging. Instantly the work stopped as everyone looked at the hyena striding through the piles of sawdust. “As you were, everyone. I’m not here for you.”

The men went back to their work, the air of tension breaking as soon as it arose. Well, for everyone except Aspen. The golden eyes of that hyena were trained on the horse as he strode forward.

“My, my,” Gage smirked as he approached. “He’s been quite the handful, hasn’t he?” Gage gestured with his nose towards the panties between Aspen’s legs. The pad was soaked through, the panties and his powerful inner thighs glistening with fem cum. For a brief moment, Aspen had forgotten the radiating heat between his legs.

“They always resist their first day,” Eric adjusted his glasses. “What are you doing here, Gage?”

“Aren’t you happy to see me, Eric? Has the fresh meat already gotten under your skin? You were always so easy to needle.”

“He’s my responsibility Gage,” Eric cocked his brow, his eyes emotionless. “You are the head butler of the estate, but don’t think you can overstep your place.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gage smiled and came over to the Doberman. Gage had to be ever so slightly taller than Eric. “Though, might I lend a hand? I know how the shop vexes those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

Eric blinked slowly, a look of exhaustion on his muzzle before he huffed and shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands behind his back.

“I’ll be quick,” Gage took Eric’s glasses off his muzzle, the Doberman closing his eyes. The hyena brought the glasses to his lips where he breathed a hot breath over them, his fangs just abaraly visable as his hot breath foged the lenses. He whipped out a handkerchief and cleaned them quickly before tenderly placing them back on Eric’s muzzle.

“There, can’t have my favorite errand boy getting lost due to dirty lenses,” Gage purred. Despite the words having a teasing nature, they came off far to sincere.

“Are you quite done?” Eric’s voice was annoyed, but Aspen caught the faintest traces of a blush on the Doberman’s muzzle.

“The Master wanted me to be sure that our newest addition to the crew was staying in line. He spent a lot of money on this one. He would hate for him to be a dud.”

“Well, if you’d like to observe, I was just about to go over proper safety gear.”

“I’ll handle that,” Gage smiled, adjusting his gloves. “Though, I’ll handle it out back. I don’t need the boys getting distracted.”

“I…” Aspen looked at Eric to see if he would say anything, but the Doberman simply sighed, waiving them both off.

“Please don’t break him,” Eric sighed. “I have plenty to teach yet today.”

“Don’t worry, I’m simply following orders,” Gage smirked. “Now come along. I have plenty to show you.”

Aspen suddenly felt very exposed, his body naked except the panties and the pad. He looked back at Eric who simply raised his eyebrow as if to say “What did you expect?”

There was a clanking of keys and Aspen quickly turned back to Gage, his hooves clopping against the cement floor. They went out the back door where there was a small table and chairs. Places for people to take a break if need be, but Gage had a job to do.

“You see,” Gage started by closing the door behind them. “The Master doesn’t want to waste any time on you that isn’t necessary. He wants to see what you’re capable off, and if the dripping between your legs is any testament to the monumental pill you’ve been this morning, I think it’s time you learned what happens when you give Eric a bad time. You get handed over to me. So first, come over here,” Gage tapped his foot where he wanted him to go and started taking off his gloves.

Aspen gulped, clopping over as he looked down at the hyena.

“Good, now get on your knees,” Gage ordered, his golden eyes almost emotionless as he pointed to the ground.

“I…but…” Aspen was going to protest when Gage rolled his eyes, his hand coming down between Aspen's legs. The horse gave a pained nicker as his knees shook and gave out. He fell down almost immediately, his pad slicking out of his panties as he went.

“Now, that is your first and only warning. If I ever have to repeat myself, know it will not end favorably for you. Have I made myself clear? Good boys get Eric, unruly little skanks like yourself get to deal with me.”

Aspen realized he was gripping onto Gage’s leg for support before he let go, his mind ablaze with pleasure, his bones aching for release and getting none. He swore, everything felt heavier, despite the cool morning air he felt like he was burning up.

“Now, let’s start with your hair,” Gage gripped a fist full of Aspen’s hair and yanked it back, forcing him to nicker in pain, the man’s eyes ablaze with rage as he glared up at the hyena. Those golden eyes drank it in, a sinister grin forming on his face.

“Are you mad, Aspen? Are you angry? What are you going to do about it?”

Aspen kept glaring, and Gage’s eyes were begging him to try something, just itching for an excuse to cause him more pain. Aspen didn’t know if it was because he was so sexually frustrated, or because he really did have a death wish, but he spat at the hyena. The thick blob of mucus smacking the man’s vest.

“You filthy little bitch,” Gage’s voice was a low, lusty growl, the snake in his trousers slinking down and swelling against his leg. Aspen felt the sting of Gage’s backhand against his muzzle before the other hand dragged him by the hair.

“Fuck! Stop! I’m sorry!”

“Not yet you’re not,” Gage growled, and with a strength that belied the hyena’s size, he gripped Aspen’s mane with both hands threw him up against the table. He was about to get back up when he felt the tingle of magic at his back. “If you value your pretty skin, stay bent over and don’t give me any lip.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Aspen froze, unmoving, but he wasn’t going to go quietly.

“What do you think?” Aspen heard the sound of fabric being worked before a hot rod slapped his cheeks. “I’m going to break the last sense of pride you got.”

“Fuck, NooOhhOhhh…” Aspen was going to say something when Gage used a hand to pull the panties to the side and slip a duo of fingers into the horse’s hole. Aspen’s eyes crossed as those fingers worked inside him, playing with his most sensitive bits, his mind going blank as his entire body tingled with pleasure. His walls clamped down and adulated, slurping on those digits with a deep need. It was involuntary, he couldn’t control it. His heat was ravenous for any stimulation. Even just those two fingers were filling him up. It’s not that they were large, but it was the way he used them. He could feel every fold in his knuckles, every strand of fur, every ridge of his fingerprints on his pads. Then that hot cock pressed against his inner thighs. It was mind blowing. He couldn’t hold it back.

With a loud nicker he came, his pussy squirting a stream of his fem juices onto the floor, the hyena catching some on his cock. He pulled his hand out of that pussy, the thing practically steaming as it pulsed and twitched, begging for those fingers back.

“F-Fuck you,” Aspen huffed before he winced in pain as Gage gripped his hair and yanked back, forcing an arch into the stallion’s stance.

“We’re far from done, bitch,” Gage growled, his thick foot long cock pulling back, the veins kissing that pussy as he lined himself up, gripping the little g-string and using it as another anchor to hold onto the mare before pressing his thick head against that pucker.

“Fuck! Stop!”

“Oh? Did you just now find out what’s about to happen?”

“Fuck! No! Stop! Please!”

“You stallions are all the same. So squeamish about your arseholes. There are three kinds of people who never touched their holes.” Gage lined his dick up, gripping hard onto Aspen’s hair and digging his elbow into the small of his back to keep him still. “The ones who think it’ll make them gay, the ones who are afraid they might like it,” Gage smirked. “And the ones who are worried of both.”

Gage thrusted, the stallion screaming out, his thick nails digging into the oak wood and pulling up splinters as his hole felt like it was being torn open.

“My God, you really are a virgin back there,” Gage smirked, a dark grin on his muzzle as he sank his cock further and further.

“No! Stop!” Aspen tried to squirm away, but a firm hand kept him close by his hair likea pair of painful reins as Gage sank deeper and deeper. Then Aspen gave a quivering shout. At first he thought Gage was using his other hand to finger him, but that wasn’t it. No, there was a magic clit inside his hole and Gage’s dick was sliding over it.

“There it is,” Gage murred as he watched Aspen’s fur ripple and stand on end. “So, does this make you some gay ass fag like the rest of us? Or is it worse because you’re the one taking it and liking it?”

“Shut up-uhhhohh-sh-shit…” Aspen huffed, his hips jerking back and causing that fem-cum slicked pole deeper until he felt those potent hyena nuts rested firmly against his pussy.

“Liking it then? I’m even trying to make it hurt. You’re a little glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” Gage started to rock his hips back and forth, pulling out slowly and slamming back in, causing Aspen to grunt as his pussy was slapped by those heavy low hangers.

“No, please…st-stop…I’m…I’m not a fucking faaaaaaaaaa…” Aspen’s eyes went crossed as he felt something being smacked with those deep thrusts. It was painful in such a good way. It burned like Gage was stoking a flame deep inside him as his dick still smashed his prostate.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Gage smirked, licking his chops as he kept thrusting harder. “The Master made sure to keep your prostate, but that other little hot spot I’ve been hitting. That’s your fucking womb. Can you feel it burning with your heat?”

“I…I…No…” Aspen denied what he was feeling and Gage stopped moving his hips, his balls churning against his drooling pussy lips. Aspen’s body instinctively started rocking back and forth, his muscles aching for more as he kept moving despite him gritting his teeth in resistance.

“You’re just like the rest of the sluts. Get a taste, and you’re already addicted. Soon you’ll be bouncing on dick like your life depends on it. You won’t be able to get enough.”

Aspen was huffing, his mind awash with pleasure that he felt like he couldn’t quite reach, but maybe if he moved a bit faster? Would that make him gayer? No, he was being raped, so it’s not like it’s his choice that it feels so good, but…oh fuck it felt so good to speed up.

Gage smirked and let go of his grip on Aspen’s hair, the stallion grunting and groaning as he fucked his ass on that massive hyena cock. The butler smirked, his balls churning as he gripped the stallion’s mane and started working the hair.

Aspen was slamming back and forth, the table rocking as he smacked his ass against Gage’s thighs. He was doing this for relief, not because he wanted to, right? He just needed to peel off that cock before he came, right? It’s only gay if they cum inside.

Aspen kept moving that goalpost for being gay further and further for himself, only to run at it full bore. He even tried to pull off that cock, but Gage knew better and simply let him try. He got just over half way before slamming back down. The stallion nickered, his hooves digging into the ground as he pushed back hard.

He could do this, he could get this over with and get his mind on straight. This fucker was fucking with him, he had to be, this had to be magic making him like this.

“It’s all you,” Gage smirked, knowing where Aspen’s thoughts were going. He had seen it dozens of times before. “Keep going, be a good boy. I’m almost there.”

Aspen heard those words and his womb burned with need, his pussy drooling onto the floor and those nuts that were swinging up to slap it before thick jets of cum squirted out of his pussy as he came. His ass gripped that cock hard as he came, those ass muscles milking that dick. Gage let go, his cock unleashing a thick torrent of cum deep in that ass.

“No! FUCK NO! No FUCK!” Aspen screamed as that cock shot thick blooms of cum deep inside him. Not only was he panicking because this for sure made him fucking gay, but also because he KNEW that cum could save him from the burning in his loins, but it was going in the wrong hole! It was all wrong, so wrong in so many different ways.

Gage wasn’t gentle pulling out, he yanked his cock out, the rod still hot and coated in his essence. The last few shots streaking over Aspen’s back. His asshole gaped as cum washed out of him. He could feel that cum leaving him, his pussy aching and begging for it, his womb screaming that it was so close and yet so far all at the same time. He had to hold back a sob at the burning need. It was like that brand was inside his guts cooking his intestines with how needy that heat was.

“There ya go Aspen,” the hyena smirked, cleaning the cum from his dick off on that ass. “Now you’re just a fag like the rest of the people here.” Gage tossed a handkerchief on the table next to the horse and stepped away. “Clean yourself up you filthy fuck bucket. Eric will be out to show you how to wear your protective gear, oh, and keep your braids in. They fit your fay nature and keep your hair safe from the machinery.”

Aspen touched his mane, his hair having been expertly braided down. He looked over at the hyena who simply scoffed as more cum sloshed out between the stallion’s legs.

“Get used to it. You’re the new guy and everyone wants to break in the fresh meat.”

Aspen wanted to scream, instead he shoved his head back down into his arms and breathed hard, trying not to sob as he waited for Eric to come out. Each thick droplet of cum rolling down his thighs and ass a burning trail of denial for his heat.

“I’m not a fag…I’m not a faggot…I’m not a fucking fag…” Aspen repeated his mantra, the words becoming more and more meaningless as that thick nut oozed out of his used asshole.

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