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The stable was stiflingly hot, and I had opted long ago to strip myself almost completely in an effort to keep myself from passing out.

Looking after Mister Tancred’s stables while he was away didn’t seem a difficult task, so to appease my parents I had happily took the short job to keep them out of my hair for the summer. It was a great spot to let loose and spend some quiet time to myself, and it let me explore my more inquisitive nature unhindered by the threat of anyone showing up to check on me.

Clad in nothing but a loose pair of denim coveralls, I swept the floor of the stable, pushing dirt and straw out the wide front door into the baking sunlight. I had already spent the noon hour tanning myself in that oppressive heat, and I wasn’t too keen on walking out into it again, so with the work done for the afternoon, I decided to have some fun.

Setting aside the push broom, I slipped the shoulder straps of my overalls down my slender shoulders, pushing the garment entirely down my long legs to the ground. A week straight so far of the hard work around the stables, with an hour or so spent tanning each day, had really helped sharpen my muscle definition, though I hardly bulked up in the least. My slender waist was highlighted by the tan line of my favourite underwear; a piece of clothing that left a barely two-inch wide line of light skin surrounded by a darker, almost olive tanned shade.

I looked damn fine.

Setting the overalls to the side, I took a moment to bask in the sheer freedom of being completely nude anywhere other than my bedroom or the shower. It was liberating, and I had already promised myself to do it much more often.

A warm, gentle breeze rolled over my exposed skin, causing goosebumps to form and sending a chill throughout my body in spite of the summer heat. I felt the air tickle my privates, slipping tendrils into every smooth crevice around my junk and between my legs, and all I could think of was being felt up by someone, anyone. Reaching down, I gave my stiffening dick a stroke, once again shuddering at the thrill of being in the open like I was.

I stood like that for a few minutes, basking in the sensations of wind on my bare dry skin, when from the field behind the stable came the resident of the building I had just cleaned out.

Stamp wasn’t a sleek stallion. One of his hooves, enshrouded by thick fetlocks as all four were, was about as big as my skull. He stood taller than me by quite a margin, leaving me staring directly at the thickly muscled chest of the beast before I managed to step aside to get out of his way. I had only ever known the stallion to be a gentle giant, but the sheer size of him up close was still enough to make me feel wary about not making room for him.

The massive horse huffed at me in what I imagined was some form of disinterested greeting, clopping along towards his stall as if I wasn’t there.

In an instant, I was back to sweating, my hand frozen on my shaft as I watched the beast lumber past me. My eyes never failed to be drawn to the stallions hind legs, and the massive flopping sheath and sack that bounced and jumbled along beneath his bulk.

Today though, as my eyes once again began their journey to that forbidden space, something new was there to greet me.

Wrinkled, glistening, and already as thick as my wrist, the horse’s cock swung pendulously partway from his sheath. A glistening strand of what I could only imagine was equine precum flew from the vaguely mushroom shaped head, staining the bare concrete below as he passed.

I hadn’t thought about it before up to that point, but now, my mind was awash in images and phantom sensations of just what it would be like...

Stepping up beside the beast as it came to a stop before its stall, I cautiously brushed a hand along its massive barrel of a torso. Stamp didn’t react beyond giving me a sideways glace and a head shake, so I continued on to pet his flank, edging closer and closer with each pass lower on his hind leg. I scratched gently at the inside of his leg, along his lower belly, close enough to his package that I could feel the moist heat radiating onto my hand. When the horse continued to act nunplussed, I decided to kneel down beside it and take in the glory that was an erect stallion.

More thick shaft had dropped from Stamp’s sheath since I had first seen it, still limp enough to hang directly downwards to dribble fluid onto the concrete below. My eyes were transfixed on that slightly twitching length, even as my hands continued to glide over and explore the nook of the beasts crotch. The fur here was so fine and short, it almost felt like I was brushing over bare skin. The horses testicles didn’t feel too dissimilar to my own, only these were the size of softballs and carried a load I knew I could never hope to match.

Stamp’s cock twitched again as my left hand gently took hold of it, giving the beefy member a slight squeeze. It was almost a spongy sensation at first, but the longer my hand explored the more solid it became. I could no longer see where the edge of his sheath had been; all of the stallion was now hanging before me, the still thickening base of his shaft growing ever thicker the more attention I gave.

I dedicated both of my hands to worship the length hanging before me, giving short strokes and squeezes to the massive base with my right hand, while I slid my left further down to smear equine precum over the stallion’s slightly flaring head. My own dick throbbed in jealousy between my slender legs, begging for attention that I simply lacked the interest to give. Everything of me was dedicated to the horse, my own lust growing when the fat cock suddenly flexed and slapped up against Stamp’s stomach before falling back down under its own weight.

The head flared wider, dripping an increasing amount of precum as I continued to stroke and squeeze down the entire length. A loud ‘clop’ cut through the wet noise of my hands slipping over damp flesh, and again, the entire shaft slapped upwards. Even I could read the writing on the wall.

I sat myself down on the cool concrete, not minding the small damp patch I found my backside resting on under the horse.

I stroked, I squeezed, I fondled, and I panted, sweat rolling down my brow and slim chest as I stared the equine cock straight down the barrel.

Astoundingly, the head flared even wider when the first wet jet of horse cum erupted from the tip. My hands were so damp with horse fluids I nearly let the beast slap upwards again, but I held it firm enough that my chest was the only other part of me drenched.

I watched as each stream of jizz was preceeded by a flexing and widening of Stamp’s flare, convincing myself that with my right hand still on his shaft, I could actually feel each fresh load making its way to open air. I gasped in sympathy, almost climaxing myself as the first glob gave way to a second, a third, a fourth... Rivulets of the heavy liquid musk poured down my tensing chest and stomach, blazing trails of blissful electricity along my body as the liquid ran freely. I felt the horse’s cum catch in the canal between my thighs and torso, funnelling the strong smelling fluid towards my own genitals.

Seized by some more depraved sense of lust, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the flared head of Stamp’s cock. What remained of the horses load was still more than enough to coat the inside of my mouth, almost making me gag at the taste. A cough sent some out past my lips, but I was caught in such rapture that I merely used the horses mushroom head to smear the liquid over my lips and jaw.

I felt filthy in a way I never imagined possible, but it was so far from a negative feeling that I simply had to laugh at myself.

“It’s a good look.”

The rough voice froze my blood in an instant; shivers racking my body in spite of the mid-afternoon heat.

Mr. Tancred leaned against the open door of the stable, a phone held in one hand while the other was groping a large bulge in the front of his pants.

I turned my head to see the massive anthro, my brain short-circuiting as I realized what I had just been caught doing.

“Oh don’t get up,” The large horse said, stepping right up to me in just a few long strides. “You’re going to be down there for a while.”

He tugged his pants open, and I realized exactly what I was in for.

“You like horses so much?” He taunted, clopping forward and keeping his camera locked onto my shocked face. “Show me.”

He tugged down his pants, or at least started to before I decided to try and diffuse the tension freezing my body with a well intentioned comment.

“I... I didn’t know you were gay, Mister Tancred.” I stuttered, realizing too late that it was probably the wrong thing to say given the sudden change in the horse’s expression.

Faster than I thought possible, the massive equine had removed the hand from his pants and had his fingers wrapped around my slender throat, shoving me up against one of the support posts of the stable. It took him no effort to rob me of the majority of my ability to breathe, and he leaned in close, our eyes locking, me unable to tear my gaze from his intense glare.

“Listen fag,” He grumbled, keeping his grip tight. “I’m not gay. Living out here in the middle of nowhere though, I take what holes come my way.”

He pulled his head back slightly, hungry eyes roaming over my sweat glistened body, huffing appreciatively at the slender curves of my hips and legs.

“Fleshlights wear out, too.” He said, loosening his grip and settling the hand on my hip while the other reached behind me to palm my toned ass. “Little thing like you though...”

I gulped, unable to move, hating myself for loving the way his hand squeezed my ass cheek.

“Into some weird shit, that much is obvious.” He said, one thick digit slipping between my cheeks to nudge at my tight hole. “Loves cock, and horses. Don’t think a better little fuck toy exists out there.”

He locked eyes with me again, my face burning with embarassment and shame.

“You also got good self-preservation instincts.” He said, reaching back into his pocket for his phone to tap his way into the gallery where the pictures were stored. “So I know you’re not going to want this finding its way to anyone who knows you.”

My blood ran cold.

“So you’re gonna be here bright and early tomorrow morning.” The giant of a horse leaned in, a grin splitting his muzzle. “And you’re gonna be here till I do what needs doin’.”

**

I was sweating profusely, the stall I stood in like an oven in the heat of the day. My slender body was covered in a sheen of sweat as I leaned over a table set up against the wall opposite the large stall door, my hands palm down on its smooth time-worn surface. Leather straps cinched snugly around my wrists held them in place against the wood, proof against my struggles earlier in the morning as I had tried to wriggle myself free. I didn’t have the energy to try again; the heat was sapping all of my strength, had sapped it all... I hadn’t been able to stand up properly in over an hour, maybe more.

In spite of the heat, I still felt the occasional shiver of sensation chill my spine with even minor movements.

A sizeable dildo was shifting inside me.

The silicon horse cock was held inside me, pinned in place by some jerry-rigged stand of wooden planks Mr. Tancred had assembled since our last meeting. In the morning, he had me strip myself in front of him, surrender my hands to the leather straps on the table, then he had set up the stand behind me, lubing up the massive faux schlong before stuffing the fat head of it into my ass.

I had shouted at the sudden intrusion, pleaded for him to remove it, but he had already left once his task was done.

In any other situation, I would have been fine riding a dildo, but I had needed more time, more preparation.

Mr. Tancred seemed to think this was the way to do that, and as time passed, I had come to realize what his plan had been.

The heat inside gradually crept up, staved off only momentarily when the large horse came by to hold a water bottle to my lips. My struggles in between visits combined with the increasing temperature making me weaker and weaker until I realized I was having trouble keeping myself upright. Inches of dildo began sliding into me, or rather, I began sliding down onto it. I hadn’t wanted to, but my exhaustion was wearing me down and before long, the post the dildo was attached to was holding most of my weight; the thick length buried nearly fully to the flared base inside me.

I didn’t think it was possible until I rested my forehead on the table and looked between my legs, seeing how much of the thing was in me, and it spite of the situation, I also didn’t think it could have been possible for my dick to get any harder. A long strand of precum oozed from my hooded head, and the stains on the concrete below were testament to the steady stream I had been leaking.

Lube and sweat mingled down my inner thighs, arresting my attention as they tickled over my skin on the way towards the floor.

I weakly clenched around the dildo, my dick giving a throb and a fresh glob of pre when I heard hooves clopping slowly toward me.

“Oh good, you look properly warmed up.” The older horse pushed open the stall door and clopped over to my side, one of his hands coming to rest on my hip while the other gave a sharp swat to my ass.

Just one of his hands felt like it could wrap all the way around my waist, and for some reason, that just made my dick throb harder.

The hand that had swatted me came to rest between my shoulder blades, pushing me insistently down until my chest pressed against the table, and I wondered what humiliation would be next.

I couldn’t prevent a high pitched moan from escaping my throat as the dildo stand was shifted; the silicon toy tugging at my insides as it withdrew from my numbed ass. The whole thing clattered loudly to the floor, the toy making a lewd wet slap as it hit concrete and was casually forgotten about.

“I had thought about bringing you inside but...” Mr. Tancred said softly, sounding as if his attention were entirely elsewhere. “You’re here and all ready to go...”

A new object prodded my aching hole. Bulbous, just as big, I thought, as the toy he had me impale myself on earlier, but it felt entirely different.

It squeezed against my ring, giving even less ground to my weakened muscles than the toy had, before slipping past and inside me with a sucking slurp. My world had been hazy before, but now it snapped into sharp focus as the older horse took my waist in both hands and began pressing his hips forward, inch after throbbing inch of true-to-life horse cock spreading me open and filling me once again.

My head dropped to the table, my upper chest pressing into the wooden edge until my body could be pushed against it no more. In my peripherals, I saw the horse with his eyes cast downwards, no doubt savouring the sight of his own monster of a cock spreading me open more and more as he continued to stuff it into me. He was already giving firm humps with his hips, shoving an extra inch in at a time then pulling back only slightly before doing it again and again.

Everything was aching so much I barely noticed when his medial ring passed into me, the thick base of his meaty shaft finally coming to press against my sweat-sticky ass.

“Oh... fuck...” I grunted, unable to really savour the void left by the toy being so thoroughly and completely filled again before the equine was pulling back.

“Built of fuckin’ elastic, kid.” Tancred grunted, lifting his head and grinning up at the rafters in rapture as he worked his dick inside me, back and forth. He was pulling my waist back against his thrusts, picking up the pace and intensity each time until I could hear nothing but the horse’s grunting, the clap of my ass against his pelvis, and the creaking of the leather as it strained to hold my wrists in place.

A sack as big as what I had seen under Stamp swatted again and again against the backs of my thighs, the clapping noise taking on a distinctly wet accent as lube and equine precum began squirting out around the beast inside me.

I couldn’t scream. The air was being driven from my lungs and I didn’t even have the energy to speak. My face bounced back and forth along the table top, drool escaping the corner of my mouth as all sense began running from me. The heat was suffocating, the pillar ramming into me becoming the only thing I could register in my mind as it picked up yet more speed and the horse it belonged to began cursing louder and louder.

With one final gargantuan shout, Mr. Tancred slammed himself inside me and I nearly blacked out.

My whole world became the sensation of his dick throbbing, pulsing with ropes of cum that shot out into me in a torrent. I felt it collect in my bowels before becoming too much for my body to take. Rivers of horse jizz rushed out around the thick base of his cock, slapping wetly onto the concrete below us and running in thick hot lines down my thighs to pool at my bare feet.

I don’t know how long he held himself there, huffing and squeezing and swatting my ass and readjusting to hump just one more glob of seed into me...

When he pulled out, or more accurately, when his horse cock softened and slipped from me to retreat into his sheath, he let go of my waist, and I collapsed to my knees, my own dick coming to rest in a puddle of horse cum. I rolled my head back, desperately dragging in shuddering breaths now that my everything wasn’t overwhelmed with being fucked by a stallion.

I slumped down further, my hands held fast to the table top, my head hanging below its edge, and I saw strands of liquid coating the concrete below it. The strongest and most productive orgasm of my life had happened, it seemed, and I was so lost I hadn’t even felt it...

A few moments passed before the pressure around my wrists lessened, the straps holding them down coming loose.

“When you can stand,” Mr. Tancred’s voice hovered on the edge of my awareness. “Bring the toy inside and clean it.”

I had to wonder... did he mean the dildo, or did he mean me?