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Mister Tancred kept me busy. On top of the care and maintenance of the stable he kept his feral horse Stamp in, he always found some new way of cornering me and bludgeoning me down with his massive equine cock. Within that first week I had been bent over almost every surface of his house, violated in every room in so many positions, and I had been hard pressed to hate him for it. He had taken a small portfolio’s worth of pictures and videos, and he seemed to truly enjoy replaying them at the end of every day as I either bounced myself on his cock or buried my face in the stinking folds of his floppy sheath after he blew his load. I groaned into my pillow, pushing myself up on my hands as I realized that I wasn’t in my own bed, but Mister Tancred’s. Of course I was naked, my slender body on full display save for a light sheet covering my legs, but that was also nothing new. More often I found myself spending the night at the ranch house, either too excited by the end-of-day “tasks” or too exhausted by them afterwards if they ran too long. My parents didn’t mind, especially after hearing the older horse singing my praises and apologizing for the amount of ‘work’ that had to be done on the daily, ever the gentleman, so they saw it as more of an occasional ‘room and board’ situation. It really was a win-win for them, and they saw no need to change or even question it. Glancing over at the nightstand, my eyes skipped over the large green “12:05PM” and straight to the laptop that still sat facing the bed, frozen on the last frame of a video Tancred had been playing to taunt me and pleasure himself. There I was, on my hands and knees, tired eyes staring directly at the camera, glistening rivulets of drool running from my slack mouth, and tears from my reddened eyes, while behind me a massive equine demon loomed. His hands, almost entirely able to encircle my waist, gripped me tight, and running up between my plush ass cheeks was his pillar of dark horsecock. A thick line of cum had snaked its way down his length, eventually detaching at his medial ring and splattering onto the small of my back to join the rest of his load, smeared as it was from my tailbone all the way to my shoulder blades. In spite of everything, I was hard as a rock in seconds. Could I even consider any of this blackmail anymore? Anytime I thought about the horse I got hard. Anytime I went to sleep in my own bed, I imagined him opening my bedroom door and waking me up with his fat cock. I couldn’t fight the arousal I felt at almost every moment I was near him or heard his name or smelled the stable from down the road... I rolled onto my side, letting my dick bob free, then threw my legs over the side of the huge bed. This part was always tough, but I was getting better at standing up the day after without immediately toppling to my knees. The first time that had happened Mister Tancred had taken it as an invitation for a blowjob, which, really I hadn’t complained about. I was getting better at those too. Sometimes he’d be in a rush and would push me away after I had gotten him off, but more often than not he’d let me keep my face buried in the musky warmth of his crotch, ensuring every inch of dick I could reach was clean even as the beastly thing retreated into his sheath. Seeing that thing flopping and withdrawing was a wonder of the world to me; it made my body scream in ecstasy even as my burning throat or aching ass begged for a break. In spite of all the practise I was getting, my legs still shook as I steadied myself on my feet before moving towards the closed bedroom door. My clothes would be waiting for me downstairs next to the front door of the house as normal: “Gives me a final show before you’re out the door.” The horse had told me the first time I had spent the night. I think he just preferred having a skinny tanned twink wandering naked through his house until the last possible moment. My normal routine, as normal as all this was now at least, took about fifteen minutes between leaving the bedroom, taking a shower, and brushing my teeth until the taste of horsecock and jizz was only a hint instead of the full menu. Then it was down the wooden stairs, moving slowly to ease the burden on my long aching legs, and into the wide open living room and... No Mister Tancred sitting at the dining room table at the far left corner of the space. No Mister Tancred standing by the sink past the half wall washing dishes or sipping a coffee with his junk hanging out to taunt and tempt me. Not that he ever told me his plans ahead of time, but I did find it odd that he wasn’t right there to mock the little fag finally being awake and about, or to chastise me for leaving the morning routine in the stable all up to him to complete while I slept. I always found that last part to be kind of sweet actually; the way he’d carry on his day without feeling the need to force me out of bed at some ungodly hour to get my work done after rough nights. The sound of the sliding patio door shook me from my thoughts, and moments later a new sound assaulted my ears, one I had never heard in the house before. Claws scrabbling on the hardwood floor. Multiple sets. From around the half wall separating the kitchen from the otherwise open living/dining areas, came two large panting dogs, both beasts zeroing in on me as if they knew I was here even before they were let inside. One, a lean boxer covered in short light brown fur and a trail of pure white running from under its muzzle down to cover its stomach; while the other was a powerfully muscled rottweiler, clearly the elder of the two but no less energetic than its partner. Both canines were on me in seconds, their cold noses trailing streaks of wetness along my skin while they excitedly inspected the strange human standing before them. I covered my package, ever paranoid that one errant snap of those powerful jaws would ruin my life in an instant, while I used my other hand to try to settle the beasts and slow them down. I had always loved dogs, and if I wasn’t completely exposed, I’d have been on my knees hugging the drooling things and lavishing them with all the attention they wanted. “Well they didn’t tear you apart,” Mister Tancred appeared moments later, stuffing his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms at the sight of me trying to settle the two canines down. “Guess you smell too much like me still for them to be too worried.” “Expanding the stable?” I asked, accepting affectionate licks from the boxer with a smile. I found my host enjoyed when I gave him a little sass. “Dog-sitting for a friend,” The horse huffed. “You know him, actually. Pretty sure he’s your principle.” I froze and started to blush. Tancred had never revealed any firm connections he had between himself and anyone I actually knew or interacted with, but the principle, at my small school no less, turning out to be this equines friend? A close enough friend to trust with the care of his dogs? A sinking feeling started to develop in my stomach. “Anyways, they’re here for a week,” Tancred continued, stepping past our little group to walk upstairs. “Which means some new tasks for you to help take care of.” I heard the clinking of his belt opening as his clopping hooves ascended the stairs. The two dogs bounded away after him, eagerly following the horse and leaving me standing naked at the bottom of the stairs, listening to the trio above me. I looked over at the small table set by the front door, noticing for the first time that my clothes hadn’t been neatly piled there, a blush rising in my cheeks and an anxious tingle vibrating through my legs and guts. From the sounds of it, Tancred hadn’t moved directly into his bedroom, but one of the spares, likely the one he kept free of sheets to avoid having to do even more laundry after a night of abusing me, the twin sets of scrabbling claws following along excitedly. Well... it’s not like I could claim that I had hit my line in the sand, that some taboo’s were too far gone for me. Tancred’s horse, Stamp, had erased that line weeks ago. I turned around, slowly ascending the stairs and following after my host, my captor. The spare room was as empty as it could be, having once only been filled with a mattress without even a frame to sit on, now with a nightstand at the foot with a television set atop it. The massive horse sat back against the headboard, a pillow under his back and his clothes dumped unceremoniously by the door. He had a remote in one hand, the screen showing him picking through channels and folders until he came to one he liked the look of and opened it. And there I was, once more appearing on a television screen thanks to the horse’s damn phone and his insatiable need to capture me at my weakest every chance he got. Stamp was standing there, huffing and shaking his head, while on the concrete below I was kneeling, suckling on the tip of his engorged horsecock. The day after Mister Tancred had caught me stroking the beast. “Foot of the bed,” The horse grunted, spreading his legs. “First task is getting these two to blow off some extra steam.” I looked at the two dogs, sitting obediently at the side of the bed, the boxer laying down while the rottweiler stood proud. The dog wasn’t the only thing standing proud though... As I walked past them, I saw a shock of dark red glistening between the canine’s back legs, the sight sealing away any remaining reservations or denials I had about what was expected of me. “Think a smart kid like you knows what to do.” The equine rumbled as I knelt at the foot of the bed, the mattress thin enough that even had I sat back on my heels he’d still be able to see all of me over the edge. I sighed, realizing again that I had crossed this particular line ages ago now, and if I was completely honest, what the rottweiler was packing was... impressive. I patted the mattress, making eye contact with the rottweiler and goading him to approach. The boxer stood and joined a moment after, eagerly passing his older brother and swiftly moving past and behind me. “S-sit...” I said to the older canine, pleased to see him obey immediately. My eyes locked onto the bobbing length that had partially slipped free of its furry holster, and I wondered to myself what it would taste like; how it would compare to the horse standing outside in the stable. I leaned forward and down, glancing over to my left to see Mister Tancred eyeing the scene before him with interest, the fat mushroom head of his horsecock sitting at the entrance of his own fat sheath, goading me, taunting me, demanding I continue. The heat of the rottweiler’s breath washed over my bare skin and made me shiver, my nose filling with the scent of dog fur more and more until... I was nearly knocked forward onto my face as the boxer behind me leapt onto my back. “D-down!” I turned my head to see the lean dog brace itself on top of me, it’s hind legs already pumping away at nothing until he closed the distance between his body and my upturned ass. “Down damnit!” “Oh, Chance is deaf,” Tancred’s conversational voice cut through the dogs loud panting. “Good luck with that.” I felt a wet jab land against my taint, a dribble of liquid squirting down my skin moments before another jab landed further below. Chance adjusted himself again and again, never sitting still, his hips never ceasing in their aggressive thrusting. His dull claws raked down my sides until he found a happy spot and his forelegs locked over my hips, his emerging dick smearing its fluids along the crevice of my ass and spurting precum up onto the small of my back. Stamp had been utterly passive when I had set myself under him – this dog was the complete opposite. Even had I been able to prepare myself or get into a more comfortable position, Chance was taking me for his own whether I wanted him to or not. A glob of saliva splattered down between my shoulder blades, and I hung my head, my face burning in embarrassed shame that somehow felt an order of magnitude worse than when Tancred had first caught me with his horse. Another jab, and the pointed tip of Chance’s cock caught the edge of my abused hole, snagging just enough that it would have slipped inside had the dog felt any inkling of patience. His next attempt though... “Haaa!” My shrill cry filled the room as his dick speared into me, no gentle prying, no time to adjust, just hard throbbing inches of canine dick spreading me open and pounding as deep as it could be forced. I gritted my teeth. Even as practised as I was with a giant horsecock I wasn’t immune to the pain of sudden, improperly prepared entry. Chance, like his brother before me, was a lot bigger than I had expected him to be, and I fought back tears as the thickest inches sank inside. I lifted my head, my vision blurry with tears, only to be greeted with the sight I had initially intended to start this session with. While Chance thrust away, the rottweiler had sat impassively, his panting making the engorged length between his legs bob and bounce to and fro. I was already past caring about the shame of being a fuck toy for my hosts dogs, so I leaned forward as steadily as I could and wrapped my lips around the pulsing rocket. It was big, certainly as big if not bigger than most of the guys I had seen before Mister Tancred. It had no right being as thick as it was, but the size only served to draw me in even more as the acrid tang of its wet flesh flooded my mouth with watery precum. My jaw, still aching from use the night before, was set aflame again as I took the dog to the base of its bulging sheath, my nose tickled by short fur and drowned in the scent of dog. Chance still humped away, his panting and deafening in my ear as he hunched over me, jostling for better purchase even though he was sheath-deep inside me already. I could feel the fiery lines his claws were dragging along my thighs while his forelegs held me firmly in place to meet his thrusts, and more than that, I felt a bulge starting to form at the base of his cock that was sending extra shocks up my spine each time it breached my sopping wet hole. Before me, the rottweiler huffed and growled, his dick slotting perfectly into my throat while its base rapidly expanded and I found I couldn’t widen my jaw enough to pull myself off of it. A moment of panic seized me as I tried to pull away, but both dogs growled at my attempts to free myself while their bodies went into a frenzy of fresh activity. The rottweiler stood up, stepping forward and making me bend my head back awkwardly so there was no room left for me to try and retreat to, while Chance was no longer able to pull out of my ass, his back legs dancing and claws scraping my skin. A familiar sensation stole my breath and froze me in place moments later; the pressure building in my guts and the choking gurgle escaping from my throat being all I needed to know that the dogs were unloading into me, pumping me full of dog jizz like a prize breeding bitch. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but sit there on my hands and knees, unwillingly milking both cocks with my throat and ass as my body struggled and convulsed around their masses. I also couldn’t tell if they were done blowing their loads. Their cocks throbbed inside me, that much I could feel, but the pressure inside me was so great, the heat flushing through me so overwhelming that anything more was lost in the ocean of sensation wracking me. I felt a strand of sweat tickle its way down my temple, my eyes watering afresh when suddenly the rottweiler’s fat knot popped free and he retreated, yanking his glistening cock and thick globs of spit and jizz along with it. Chance hopped off my back moments later, turning around and wrenching his dick deep inside me before it popped free, and I nearly collapsed. “Might be even better than that first video with Stamp...” Mister Tancred mused. I looked up to see the horse staring intently at me, his cock fully sprouted from his sheath and hanging ponderously above the fat sack of horse nuts nestled between his powerful thighs. “Definitely saving that one. Be a deer and bring my phone up when you come here.” Confused, I turned my head, both shocked and not at all surprised to see the horse’s phone propped up neatly against the baseboard, aimed squarely at me and where I had just been thoroughly violated by two dogs. Two dogs that belonged to my fucking principle... I grabbed the device and dragged myself on trembling limbs onto the mattress, not bothering to confirm the video was still recording before I handed it off to my host and dropped my face into the musky folds at the base of his sheath. “Fucking hell,” The horse chuckled, flexing his dick and running a hand through my sweaty hair. “This is gonna be a long week for you.”