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The space was tiny, but it didn’t need to be any bigger than it was. Paul grimaced, his face pressed against the cold metal of the bulkhead as Gus manoeuvred himself behind, the horse barely able to fit in the space even when alone. With his pants around his ankles and his tunic and t-shirt tucked up under his arms, the fresh-out-of-Basic Sailor grit his teeth while a fat pillar of semi-hard horsecock was wedged up between his cheeks. He was well past the point of being able to back out, not that the opportunity had ever really presented itself in the first place. They had to be quick if they wanted that huge stallion cock to slot inside him; it would have been impossible to do if he got too hard in the confined space. Well, Gus had to be quick... Paul had blanched at the realization that the Chief Petty Officer hadn’t been joking when he had said it was time for his initiation to their department of the crew. When the equine had guided the young dalmatian down into the bowels of the frigate, to an out-of-the-way hatch in the aft section of the ship where the engine noise drowned out casual conversation, his stomach had turned to lead. A bulbous slimy mass prodded against Paul’s virgin hole, a cock so big the male was surprised it didn’t cause its owner to black out as it hardened and grew in size. The space they were in was so small that once the horse found his mark, all he had to do was hold himself there and let his dick stiffen. Eventually, Paul knew, his body would surrender. One large hand held the giant prick steady while the other roamed up the lads back, then back down to his narrow hips. The Chief’s hand was huge, leaving little doubt that when his other was free, the horse could encircle Paul’s entire waist. He never imagined this would be his first experience. “No backing down, now.” The stallion had said as he had pried open the hatch leading into the small space. “The tradition has started, and it can’t be stopped unless you want to be transferred to a shore office for the rest of your career.” “I... I don’t think I can...” The lad stammered as he felt his pre-soaked ring begin to spread around the fist-sized head of the horse’s cock. “You will,” Came the gruff reply, followed by a stiff grind of powerfully built hips to spread him even wider. “You’ll get used to it, and I’ll make sure this is the best sail of your career. Just need to spread those pretty legs for me when I say so. It’ll get easier.” Paul’s stomach flipped as pain radiated from his backside to the tips of his toes and ears and fingers, his tail frozen and stiff. He couldn’t cry out or gasp; no one would hear them this far down and with the noise from the engines nearby. His lungs couldn’t hold in more than a token amount of air anyways as the beefy mass pressed into him. Both males stiffened when the fat mushroom head finally reached its thickest point and beyond, sinking several inches into the boy in a blindingly painful moment that left Paul numb and shaking. “Hoh fuck!” The stallion exclaimed, swatting Paul’s ass hard as he felt the canines tunnel constrict around his massive cock. He bucked forward, ears flicking as Paul’s pained cry cut through the drone of the rumbling engines. Nearly to the medial ring so quickly... Nickering, the horse wrapped a muscled arm around the lad and pulled him away from the bulkhead and back against his chest, his long muzzle leaning down at an awkward angle to huff heavily into his ear. “Gonna keep you on my rotations,” He squeezed Paul tight, cutting off a fresh gasp of pain and sinking himself deeper. “You’re gonna be riding or sucking this cock every fucking minute I have you around...” “Once you stop squealing like a little bitch, maybe I’ll fuck you in my cabin. Makes it a lot easier on me, but I’m just as happy bending you over in here.” Paul barely registered the words. The flexing pillar of the horse robbed the majority of his attention while the pain continued to ripple through his entire body. He couldn’t manage more than strangled, high pitched moans. Even when he felt his tight butt come flush with the velvety fur of the equine’s pelvis, he couldn’t relax. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t escape. “Gonna paint you with my fucking dick, boy,” The horse rolled his hips, his arms keeping Paul stationary while his horsecock slid back and forth by mere inches. “Gonna empty these fat nuts inside you again and a-fucking-gain till you can’t go an hour without begging me for more...” Paul was barely able to hang on to consciousness. His entire being was struggling to accept that he had a stallion’s cock slopping its way in and out of his no-longer virgin ass, that a male two times his age was burrowing balls deep into him again and again. The huffing in his ear was getting louder, and the horse was grinding into him harder. He felt his legs get lifted, one arm of the horse scooping him up from behind his knees. His feet were still stuck together; his boots keeping his pants from falling off as his bare thighs scratched against the velcro of his tunic’s name and ship company tags. “Get ready boy,” The horse swore, his bucking growing harsher and wilder. “Get... fucking... READY!” The equine exploded into the youth’s bowels. The pressure inside him finally releasing as his huge sack tightened and unleashed a torrent of potent seed into his tiny body. Paul blew his own load against his tunic; his cock rock hard between his slender legs even as the rest of him went limp, his brain and body collapsing into overwhelmed unconsciousness while the horses dick flared inside him and pumped him so full of cum it was shooting out in thick ropes below them. ** When he came to, there was someone humping him. Another crewmate, more junior than his Chief by far, but no less domineering, no less rough. He was cursing, calling Paul a faggot even as he used the horse’s still-warm jizz as lube. Paul was bent over some piping at the base of the same small compartment, his pants still tying his feet together and his whole body screaming in throbbing discomfort. “You like taking cock you fucking faggot?” The new male on top of him didn’t seem to notice he was rousing from unconsciousness, and Paul figured it was best to keep it that way. Perhaps he’d be done soon and not want to drag it out... He needed to get back to his bunk. He needed to shower, to cry, to recover... Then he needed to find his Chief Petty Officer again.