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A week had passed since my encounter and... extra job for Mr Tancred. I returned to his stable, part of me wanting to hold to the promise I had made to do the work over the whole summer. Another part, a much louder part, demanded that I get my fill of the large horse once more.

Sure, the anthro equine had possibly the worst kind of blackmail on me, but I wasn't about to try and fool myself into thinking I wouldn't have gone back to him even without it. That sensation of fullness, of filth as I had been reduced to a sweating, panting, cum drenched mess... Even a brief spare thought to that day he had fucked me in the stable was enough to have me dripping in my underwear, made my knees weak.

He was off somewhere, doing whatever tasks he had to do in town during the day. I was alone on his property again, going through the chores I had been hired on to complete as if nothing was out of the ordinary, silently wishing the horse was still around.

I had forgone wearing anything under my denim overalls, not even my favourite underwear, hoping he would take the sight of me near naked as an invitation. Some part of me feared that what he had done was just a one-off, some establishment of dominance and control as punishment for what I had been caught doing with Stamp.

He had seemed to enjoy using me quite a bit though, and it was straight from the horse's mouth that “holes are few and far between out here...", so I couldn't help but hope.

There was a buzzing in my pocket, and I paused in my sweeping of the stable floor to pull it out and was taken aback by a text notification from Mr Tancred himself.

I opened the text, seeing that he had sent me a video file, which made me nervous.

There was no way I wasn't going to click it.

Once it finished loading, I felt my body flush with heat; my cheeks burning with an intense blush.

A looping video, about a dozen seconds, of a pillar of horse cock driving back and forth between two taut ass cheeks that I knew were mine, had me enraptured. My dick strained out against my overalls, proudly erect as I watched the brutal reminder of what Mr Tancred had subjected me to the week before, silently begging to be subjected to it again.

The video juddered and paused, replaced suddenly by a new file, one that my thumb clicked on without hesitation.

It showed me, naked and sleeping, or rather, naked and unconscious, on a stranger's couch. By context I knew it was Mr Tancred's, as I vaguely remembered returning as instructed to his house on shaking legs after he had defiled me in the stable. I was clearly out, more from sheer physical exhaustion than actually being tired, and I looked peaceful in spite of what I knew I had gone through beforehand.

The video stuttered and shook, me being rolled onto my side on the couch while a now familiar cock flopped into view, resting and grinding lightly along my smooth thigh as the older horse knelt at the end of the couch.

His dick flexed, visibly lifting away from my body only to squirt a jet of precum over my naked side before slapping back down against me.

“Out like a light." I heard the horse chuckle in the audio before it cut out entirely.

Another video appeared, and I hungrily tapped it, wondering but also knowing exactly what would happen next.

The new video resumed where the last had cut off, the horse having readjusted himself so that his pillar of a cock pressed once more between my cheeks. His bulbous head popped inside me, but even on the small screen I could see that I didn't so much as twitch. Utterly unconscious, and utterly at the mercy of my equine host.

“Less fight in you this way," Mr Tancred spoke, knowing I would be savouring his every word. “But just as good asleep as you are awake."

I watched as he violated my unconscious body, rocking into me with an increasing pace and starting to make the wet slapping noise that had been echoing in the back of my mind since our first encounter. I actually whined when the recording suddenly tumbled to the side, my view restricted to nothing more than the ceiling of the horses living room, robbing me of my show.

The sounds were more than loud enough though.

I heard Mr Tancred cursing, the wet slapping getting louder and faster as he fucked me with increasing ferocity.

Then the video cut.

I whimpered pathetically, my dick throbbing, my hips gyrating as I leaned against a hay bale, subconsciously grinding myself back onto a big meaty dick I desperately wanted again.

“Fuck..." I muttered to myself.

“Speaking of..."

Mr Tancred's voice startled me, my phone clattering to the ground as I stood bolt upright.

The horse was leaning against the frame of the large open stable doors, slipping his phone into his pocket. His eyes were filled with amusement, but the rest of his face might as well have been chiselled from marble. He was devouring me with those chuckling eyes, a less than subtle bulge snaking down the leg of his pants giving a flex as it sensed what I could only assume was going to happen next.

“Been giving it some thought." He said, leaning back and looking out in the direction of the small field on his property to give a sharp whistle that made me wince. “I think I should add another job to your tasks. Nothing you wouldn't do on your own anyways, don't worry."

I still blushed, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Part of me was curious, another part chafed at the idea of him just giving me more work. It made sense, in a way. He did have a lot hanging over me, and I can't say I didn't overstep the trust he had placed in me a month prior when he had hired me on to look after his property and his horse...

Shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot, I had just been about to ask him what he was talking about when Stamp slowly rounded the corner behind Mr Tancred, the large horse casually making his way into the stable.

“He's been a lot more worked up lately," Mr Tancred explained, and upon hearing that, my stomach flipped while my eyes drifted on their well-worn path to the stallion's hind legs. “I think he's got you to thank for that."

Sure enough, dangling like a relatively thin flared tube and bouncing back and forth with each small movement of the horse, was his cock. I was almost instantly transported back to that fateful day where I had taken a stroll down the taboo path and finally quenched my curiosity about just what that beast would feel like...

“Lucky you." Stamp's owner, my owner it seemed, sounded far away as the realization finally hit me. “You get more dick, like you want, and my boy here gets some stress relief, like he wants. You also get to keep this secret between us, and I get to fuck your tight little hole on the regular. It's win-win."

“Are you serious..." I managed to squeak out. I hadn't given any thought to pleasuring Stamp, my mind too overwhelmed with the urge to get under Mr Tancred again. That was the first time I really gave voice to anything regarding this mad situation I had found myself in.

“Kid, if you're worried about another recording..." The horse stood up straight and stepped closer, the mirth never leaving his eyes. “I only need the one. You can palm Stamp's cock any time you want; the damage is already done, the video already saved. Fuck you've even got my blessing to do it now."

He was close enough to me now that I could smell him over the scent of the stable around us. One of his hands reached out to snap open the straps of my coveralls, the top half falling free and exposing my bare chest and stomach. The anthro snorted, that same hand coming to rest on my hip before sliding down the back of my overalls to squeeze my ass.

“You come here wearing basically nothing," He said, an edge of menace to his voice making me shiver. “Not hard to tell you're craving this shit. So do what you want. Get down on your knees and show that horse cock how much you want it. Nothin' to worry about otherwise."

If he used his grip on my backside to give me a push, I didn't realize it. I mulled his words over in my head, spared a thought for the erection raging between my legs, and then my bare knees connected with the cool concrete of the stable floor.

Stamp loomed above me, a passive giant of a horse, still as blase about the whole situation even now as I knelt just a foot away from his hanging cock. He barely reacted when I wrapped my slender fingers around his soft length, and gave nothing more than a soft snort as I began kneading the flesh.

I was enraptured by the sight of that length as it swiftly began to swell, my fingers spreading as the flesh became harder, the huge animal's heartbeat subtly noticeable to the touch as it was engorged. Shuffling forward, I brought myself closer to it, underestimating just how big the beast could get as it suddenly slapped upwards against Stamp's stomach, bouncing back down against my shoulder and spilling a line of hot wet precum down my bare shoulder blade.

“Were almost makin' out with it last time," Mr Tancred commented, sounding so distant to me as my ears were full of the sound of my own heartbeat hammering away. “Why not give it a proper go."

Leaning back, I did just that.

The mushroom head of the horses cock wasn't yet the same bulbous flaring mass it had been by the time Stamp had climaxed over me a week prior, so if I was going to attempt anything, it would need to be now.

Opening my mouth wide, I slotted the musky head of Stamp's length into my mouth, wincing as I was barely able to close my lips around the flexing mass. Acrid, unpleasant liquid flooded over my tongue in a single pulse, which I managed to choke down just in time for a second pulse to replace the first mouthful. My lips finally pressed to the flesh of the horses shaft just behind its head where the pillar narrowed significantly, but it felt like I was trying to roll a baseball around in my mouth.

I squeezed and stroked the tensing length of shaft, coughing around the mere two or three inches I was able to take as the entire thing flexed again, becoming supremely stiff for several moments before slackening once more. Tears streamed from my eyes, my jaw aching as equine precum dribbled out from the corners of my mouth, landing in streams down my bare sweating chest and stomach.

Another flex and I screwed my eyes shut, trying to get just one more inch in before suddenly every open space left in my mouth was flooded, my throat convulsing as Stamp unloaded his seed into me.

The taste was overwhelming, the suddenness taking me so completely by surprise I fell into a coughing fit, instinct forcing me to pull away even as another glob of equine cum splattered over my lips and neck. I fell back onto my hands, coughing hard, feeling liquid dribble even from my nostrils as I fought to drag in a normal breath. The stench of horse jizz was all consuming, the taste making me want to gag while the cock above me flexed again and again, draping thick ropes of cum into my hair and down my back as I leaned forward to spit out what I hadn't been able to swallow.

Stamp's cock bumped into the back of my head as I struggled on my hands and knees, the beast spent and softening rapidly now that I had done my last task of the day.

Eventually I shuffled aside, crawling out from under the snorting stallion in a vain attempt to escape the heavy stench of the thing, but it stuck with me, plastered over almost every inch of my chest and neck, running in streams down my bare back...

A hand clasped the hair on the back of my head, pulling me roughly up onto my knees and making me yelp.

Another flaring horsecock pressed against my lips, shoving insistently past them to sink several inches into my mouth and throat. It stuffed so deep so quick my body didn't know how to react, and so I froze, my stomach tensing and flexing because my throat was too full to do it. I opened one eye, the only one not coated in seed, and saw Mr Tancred glaring down at me, angrily feeding me as much of his glistening cock as he could manage, and he had managed a lot...

His medial ring pressed to my lips, and I suddenly realized how much must be in my throat, which made me realize just how little air I had been able to get into my lungs...

“Take it you sick little fuck," The anthro stallion cursed, furiously stroking the base of his thick cock while his free hand held me solidly in place, unable to do anything beyond weakly try to push at his flexing thighs. “Lucky you getting two horses..."

An eternity crept by as he stroked himself, as his dick flexed stiff as a board halfway down my throat, as tears ran thick down my cum-stained cheeks, as my lungs burned for clean air, any air...

The horse eventually let up on his grip, allowing me to creep my head back by small increments. His dick still flexed, but I started to realize that it was also beginning to soften, to retreat on its own from my throat, and as soon as I was able, I whimpered and began gasping for breath.

Mr Tancred's grip on my hair suddenly tightened again, the larger male keeping me close enough to his crotch that his softening dick couldn't fully fall from my mouth. I interpreted it as a command though, how could I not have? My tongue lashed over the wrinkling flesh of his length, lapping up saliva and jizz while I tried to bury my face into the folds of his musky sheath. Surely he was demanding that I clean him up, and in spite of the throbbing burn in my throat, the back of my sinuses, and my jaw, in spite of the utter humiliation of where I was and what I had just done, I was desperate for that fat monster to stay in my mouth.

He held me against his crotch, his cock finally fully withdrawing into his sheath after what felt like ages, and still I tried to press into his sheath as if I could coax it back out. Compared to Stamp, Mr Tancred tasted like ambrosia, and I found myself utterly hooked from the moment I could actually taste his seed.

When he pulled me away and let me go, I was a panting, coughing wreck. My overalls, bunched around my waist, were stained and damp with horse cum, my upper body, face and hair splattered with it. I spat onto the concrete, convinced none of it was saliva, and tried to settle my stomach, full as it now was.

“Got a choice to make now." Mr Tancred was pulling his pants fully off, evidently finding them more a burden than they were worth. “Can start walking home in those soaked little overalls of yours..."

He then pulled his shirt up over his head, leaving him as nude as his feral counterpart.

“Or you can toss 'em in with my laundry and wait until they're clean and dry before you leave." The stallion bunched his clothes under an arm and looked down at me, giving me a look that seemed to be part disgust and part impressed. “But no guarantee I won't take advantage while you wait. You seem to be able to get my dick hard no matter what you do."

I wiped the back of a wrist across my lips, still only able to look out of one eye.

“C-can," My voice came out harsh and ragged. “Can I sh-shower..."

“Gonna need more than one," Tancred chuckled, turning and starting to walk away without a backward glance. “Think you might still have a task or two to do for me while you wait."