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--1

Many men just like David sat in the waiting area of a building which was cold in both emotion and temperature, all filling out forms and largely refusing eye contact with one another. Most moved in shameful, furtive ways, but some were such frequent faces that they chatted and knew each other by name. It seemed to David that there was a peculiar and hard-earned camaraderie at the sperm bank.

David was reasonably sure that he would be accepted. Athletic stallions such as he could fetch high prices for their healthy loads, and David showed up with a clean bill of health acquired earlier in the week. Filling out his form was a mild challenge because of his quite long name consisting of over a dozen singular surnames. He was thankful he had to pen it in only once, but at the very least, it demonstrated what a finely-bred Spaniard he was.

Not long after he turned in his form, David was invited into the back room by a young weasel nurse speaking quietly. She addressed him as Mr. Vicente, his preferred salutation.

"...And when you're through," the nurse concluded her brief spiel, "simply seal the cup, or," she smiled and emphasized, "cups, and put them in the lockbox here."

"Thank you," said David, trying not to grin. He let it appear when the nurse finally left him in naughty solitude. "Unbelievable they'd pay me for this," he sighed, turning to look at the television set. In the small wooden piece of furniture housing it, there was a DVD player, and on the shelf, a staggering collection of hardcore porn movies to please any taste.

It took David no time at all to settle on a film. It's title was Draft Mare Mammaries Volume 8. As he enjoyed the breast-focused action, David gradually acclimated. His first thought, and easily his most paranoid, was that somebody might be watching. He lambasted himself for thinking such a thing and unzipped his pants. When the stallion pulled out his penis, a rod of black, flare-tipped flesh nearly fifteen inches long, the stud watching the hidden camera feed immediately decided that David was the one he wanted.

David filled three of the donation cups with his generous release, an orgasm he had held in for a week prior just for the occasion. As he sat panting and messy, awkwardly wiping the sides of the lidded cups with paper towels, he realized why the donation room had a tile floor.

He took a moment to cool off and collect himself. After cleaning up his mess and politely leaving the room as it was when he entered, David left and signed out. He was unable to look the pretty weasel in the eye, but she seemed used to such mousy behavior. His payment, she told him, would be assessed and mailed to the address he provided. David, whom felt shameful and contritely amused, only nodded and left.

--2

"Mr. Vicente?"

It had been a month since he had heard the delicate voice of the sperm bank's weasel nurse. The immature absurdity of the situation came flooding back and he put on a remarkable shit-eating grin. "Yes," he calmly said. "Mr. David Vicente speaking, what may I do for you?"

"Ah, well, hello," the nurse laughed. "I hope I'm not bothering you? I'm calling from the--."

"From the sperm bank, yes," David said gently. "I remember your voice. Was, ah, there a problem?"

"Oh, no! No," the weasel emphatically replied. "No, you see, I'm actually asking if you'd wish to come make another donation. Your breeding is impeccable and a number of women have expressed their interest in bearing your offspring."

David blushed crimson. "Goodness. Well--, mmm. I believe I can make time, yes. When shall I--?"

"Anytime you like, Mr. Vicente. Please, simply show up during business hours, and we'll accommodate you."

"Thank you very much," David said in conclusion, and he hung up. He turned off the porn he had been watching on the massive high-definition television his semen had bought for him. He let his erection wane. It was time to save up again.

--3

Right up until he walked through the doors, David had some mild swagger, making him charismatic and cheery. His semen was in high demand, and though he would have preferred to be depositing it into needy wombs personally, the ego boost was appreciated.

Of course all of his admittedly glib charm disappeared when he stepped into the clinical atmosphere of the sperm bank. His nipples stiffened under his shirt from the cold air. The air conditioning, he thought, was unnecessary on this autumn day. He didn't voice his concern.

"Ah, Mr. Vicente," the weasel smiled, showing her needle-pointed teeth in a smile David found unsettling. He returned the smile nevertheless, and signed in. "Please come this way."

The weasel led the esteemed horse much further back into the building than his first visit. He was quite surprised and expressed as much when she walked him down a flight of stairs into the basement. Given the above ground portion's lack of windows, being underground felt no different.

In the middle of a long, yet nondescript hallway bathed in fluorescent light, the nurse stopped and confidently opened a door into a dark room. She reached inside and flicked the lights on, then smiled and bowed her head at David. She left without a word more, and David entered, bemused but fairly confident in what to expect.

David's confidence was misplaced. As the door wheezed closed and latched at his back, he took in his surroundings. It was not a tile-floored, tastefully-decorated wank chamber with a pornography stash but a small hotel room. Lying on its large bed amid mauve hues and a couple of heart-shaped pillows was a Clydesdale stallion big enough to make David look like a pony.

"Oh. Ohhh," David murmured and smiled absently, looking at the Clydesdale's eyes, then at his absurdly large genitals. The Clydesdale was unaroused, but the scale of his sheath and testicles made David feel small indeed. "I believe there's been a mistake. Excuse me."

David tried the door, but beyond a little play, he couldn't get the handle to turn no matter how hard he twisted. He felt he could have kicked it down, but that seemed impolite. A shifting on the bed startled him and he turned to face the Clydesdale.

So tall was the Clydesdale that his ears nearly touched the ceiling. He was a colossus, standing much higher than David and looking very mean.

Unable to help himself, David inspected him from ears to hooves, lingering especially on what lie in between. "You are, uh. Very big."

From the Clydesdale came a snort, and though there was two feet of space between them, David felt the heat and moisture from the other's nostrils.

"You got that right, kid," he finally spoke, cracking his knuckles in a way David hardly cared for. Speaking again with a grumpy, American accent belonging to an undoubtedly heavy smoker, he said, "Name's Garret. You must be Mr. Vicente."

"I'm--, yes," David murmured. He timidly stuck out his hand. Garret took it, hiding it in his mighty grasp. David could feel the horrifying strength in the other stallion, more than enough power to break him in two. That he was about to be penetrated was a foregone conclusion. Thinking in pragmatic terms, he wanted to endear himself to the Clydesdale in the hopes of better treatment. "Do you," he paused ever so briefly, looking for something to complement and finding it, "shampoo your mane often? It's lovely."

Garret grinned. "Cut the shit, kid. I ain't here for beauty tips. I'm here for a good lay."

"Well, then you should know," David murmured shamefully, "I do not often receive, and I feel you'd have to take it so slowly that you may not enjoy it, Mr. Garret."

"First up," the Clydesdale groused, holding up a thick index finger, "just Garret. No mister shit. I'm forty-five. When I turn fifty, I'll be a mister, an old man. Until then, I ain't that fuckin' old."

"Yes, all right," David conceded, forcing a smile.

"Second of all," said Garret, grabbing David's shoulder, leading him to the bed and forcing him to sit, "it don't matter how well you can take a schlong up the ass, kid."

Oh, dear, David thought, keeping up his politeness, I'm about to be raped. "N-no? Is that so?"

Garret licked his craggy lips then dragged his tongue across his pink nose. He stretched, flexing his arms. Terrific muscles bulged veiny and powerful beneath his brown fur. He mistook David's leering gaze for interest and chuckled softly. "Y'know, Davey," he tutted, clapping a hand on the young stallion's shoulder, "you remind me of my son. My son's kind of a chucklefuck. But he's a good kid, and so're you."

"How kind of you to say," David quietly said, resisting the urge to voice his dislike of Davey.

"Take off your clothes, kid. Lemme see that big, black dick again."

Of a detail-oriented mind, David latched onto the suspect word: "Again?"

Garret laughed. "I watched you whack off when you were in here, kid. Don't act so surprised, I saw you lookin' around for the camera. Turns out you looked right fucking at it and then kept jerkin' it anyway."

"I see. Well, uh. Hm." David modestly pulled his shirt off, but hesitated with his fly. "And what now, mis--, Garret?"

"Now?" Garret incredulously asked, popping up an eyebrow. His sheath had begun to stir. "Now I'm gonna ride you like a fuckin' show pony, kid. Let's see that prick!"

David still hesitated, and Garret took matters into his own hands, brusquely opening up David's fly with his big, grubby fingers. David made a token attempt to continue undressing himself but the Clydesdale smacked his hands away and personally did the work. "You're takin' too long," Garret barked, yanking down David's jeans.

Once the jeans were off, David peeled off his briefs, and his thick genitalia spilled free. The great size of David's crotch seemed inconsequential with Garret also in the buff, with his emerging penis easily dwarfing that which hid timidly in David's sheath. Yet the old stallion was persistent, and he fondled young David's groin, manhandling his balls and sheath in the same hand easily.

"Ah, dear," David murmured, blushing. "Now--, now if I'm going to fuck you, then you must stop being so forward and lie down for me," he all but stammered, speaking more in fluster than fear. Whatever it was that made his voice shaky, it removed all authority from his tones. Garret was suitably unimpressed.

"I don't think so, boy," the Clydesdale snapped. "You think, just because I want your dick up my ass, that you get to hold the reigns?" As he asked this, he had finally managed to coax David into an erection. The younger stallion's black, flared cock emerged steadily.

"Well, I--. Well. Yes!" David huffed, his cheeks beet red.

Garret said nothing, but he grinned, and that communicated much more than any words could have at the moment. The expression was compounded by his rough treatment of David in that he shoved the young stallion into a prone position from which he dared not recover. Garret leaned down quite far because of his height and slopped his tongue up under David's balls. The tip, thick yet articulate, dragged over David's taint and across his smooth scrotum, leaving a smear of drool in its wake. Garret ultimately lapped over the younger horse's emerging cock then closed his lips around it for a brief suck. Through the pleasures, David shuddered, and in the final gesture that was the suckle, he moaned.

"Well, now, do you feel like you got the reigns, boy?" Garret darkly asked, regarding David from the very tops of his eyes. That his nose was in contact with David's flare changed nothing. He was terrifying.

"I, um. No. No sir."

"Don't call me sir, and don't call me mister," Garret grunted, flicking David's balls. The younger horse winced and showed his teeth. "Just Garret. Or hell, even daddy, if you want," he sniggered.

This was wholly uncharted land for David, and he cared little for being so helpless. Garret doted on David's timidly growing erection with kisses and licks, and when pre beaded at the tip, he licked it away in a noticeably greedy manner. David liked even less the cold temperature of the room, and how the sterility of the clinic badly meshed here in this room with the modest sensibilities of a quick-fuck motel room. Everything felt wrong, and though he couldn't quite put his finger on why, his instincts would not be silent.

His own shaft nearing a full erection worried David as much as it fascinated him. Garret was so unlike his usual partners in that he was old, gruff, and physically massive, if not well-aged and handsome. His worries grew more monstrous when Garret clambered over top of him and twisted around on the cap of a knee. The bed sagged dramatically as all of Garret's weight pressed down into just one spot, unnecessary proof of the Clydesdale's mass. By the time he settled down on both knees, he faced away from David, and his muscular ass descended onto David's snout lackadaisically. The young stallion winced and pushed Garret's ass cheeks to no avail.

Implacable and taut, Garret's ass crushed David against the bed. David's nose ground along the Clydesdale's smooth taint and eventually into the winking, bulky rim of his anus from which strong musk emanated. As with most things he was being subjected to at Garret's hand, giving a rimjob was not a new occurrence, but the circumstances were alien. He resisted, pushing still on Garret's rear, but he gained no leverage over the greater stallion. And Garret, undoubtedly with a grin on his face, commanded, "Lick my asshole, boy, you ain't getting out from under me until I'm fuckin' happy."

That was that, David thought. He began to lick, albeit tentatively, unintentionally teasing the clenching rim of Garret's anus. For the moment this placated hi, and he wrapped his mouth around David's cock, treating the full erection to a few clumsy sucks. The brunt of the pleasure David gained came from the beating Garret delivered with his tongue. He softly, earnestly moaned and closed his eyes, then pressed his tongue more firmly into the Clydesdale's asshole.

Slowly, Garret bobbed his head. He was, David noted, very bad at fellatio. He resisted saying so, instead keeping his tongue busy. The young horse never found himself exactly comfortable licking across the greater stallion's pucker, too unsettled as he was by the age gap and the sheer temperament Garret had, but he continued to obey.

The stimulation did great things for Garret, evident in the way his cock drooled precum all over David's breast. It felt to the younger horse like warm jelly smearing into his fur. He shuddered.

Quite abruptly considering the laziness with which he had lowered his ass, Garret pulled his lips off of David's meat and wiped them on the back of his arm. In sitting up, he pressed his ass back more firmly still onto David's snout and in fact began to suffocate the younger horse. David barely had time to panic, however, before Garret snickered and pulled away. He put one hoof on the floor, then the other, and walked to the adjacent restroom. David remained on the bed, looking mildly violated and shell-shocked as he stared at the ceiling.

When Garret returned with a bottle of lube, David sat up sharply. "Now, listen here--," he firmly began.

"Shut your fuckin' pie hole," Garret warned, and David pursed his lips immediately. Then began a rather awkward display: Garret put a hoof up on the bed, lubed two fingers, and started exploring his ass, probing and rubbing his anus with the tips of his fingers before wiggling them inside. David watched uncertainly, his drool-smeared cock waning until Garret grunted, "Fluff yourself, you ain't done yet."

So David idly maintained his erection, and he watched Garret dig his fingers deep into his tight old ass. Rather slyly, Garret turned to give David a better look at the penetration, and when he at made it knuckle deep through a small feat of brute force and flexibility, he groaned deeply. "Fu-u-uck. Love things up my ass."

"Do you," David dryly said.

"Yeah. Wife got sick of pegging me so she left. I don't go to gay bars - I ain't some fag," he firmly stated. "But this, this works out just fine for me." He wriggled his fingers apart a few times, making an exercise of the affair. When he slipped them free, the thick, black donut of his anus stayed slightly agape and winked in the cool air. He tossed David the bottle and said in his commanding tone, "Lube up. Put it on real thick."

David sighed, yet continued to obey the Clydesdale. This was something he was familiar with and he smeared the lubricant on in thick coatings, laying on one after another until his member gleamed and dribbled the runoff. "Have you, ah," he tightly said, "done this with many men?"

"No," Garret bluntly replied. Deciding David was slick enough, he climbed over top of the young horse again, but this time straddled his loins and faced him. David's proud, long cock awkwardly prodded Garret's low-hanging balls, then rubbed along the Clydesdale's taint. Garret reached back and gripped David's cock a bit too sharply, causing the younger stallion to gasp.

Ignoring David's plight, Garret ground his anus against the young horse's flare and, with little in the way of showmanship, penetrated himself. He grunted and clenched his teeth, showing them. This was the only reaction he gave until he pushed all the way down, eventually settling into David's lap. It was then that he allowed himself a moan, and he arched his spine.

David, too, moaned at the feeling. He rubbed Garret's stout thighs and looked up at the old man with a most unsure expression.

"What's the fuckin' face about, kid?" Garret barked. He started to ride, his bounces sharp and fast. David was momentarily overtaken by the pleasure and grit his teeth, hissing through them.

Garret seemed to forget he had asked a question in the first place. He stroked down David's athletic chest, wiping the extra lube into his fur. "Nice dick, kid. Thought so the day I saw your little performance." He snickered maliciously. "Yeah, that fee you got for your baby gravy?"

"Ah, yeh-yes?" David warily asked, his cheeks cherry red. His pre shot deep into Garret yet was no match for the sudden spurt the Clydesdale's member, bumping often on his belly, shot across his breast.

"Yeah, that," Garret laughed, "was my money. Paid you like a fuckin' hooker, boy. They flushed your jizz down the toilet."

Was Garret telling the truth? David felt so dirty and used. His blush grew, but it was one of indignity, even anger. He avoided Garret's eyes yet was simply unable to ignore the pleasure of the older horse's bouncing. David himself may have felt awkward, but his cock didn't care how cruel and strange the Clydesdale was.

Garret dragged his tongue across his cracked lips and pinched one of David's nipples, making the young horse gasp. He laughed and mashed his ass down sharply, wriggling his hips, nearly gyrating them. David puffed and gasped, kicking the bed and curling a leg. His indignity couldn't mask the fact that he was loving every second of the ride.

"Jerk me off," Garret ordered, and David, as he had made a habit of doing, obeyed the old Clydesdale. He found the giant horse's cock necessitated both hands. The mottled, pink-and-brown flesh throbbed in his fingers and drooled pre steadily as he pleasured it. The mess was remarkable, and David was terrified by the staggering weight of Garret's balls. That the barrel they supplied was pointed right at his face did not bode well for him.

"Fuck me and goddamn," Garret panted, riding pretty on David. Through no effort of his own, his rectal muscles massaged David's meat, gripping and stroking it repetitively. The flare of the head reamed him like a pipe cleaner. His ass was gouged wider than it had been in years, and all he gleaned from it was pleasure. He sneered down at his Spanish fuckboy and asked, "You gonna cum or what?"

"I may," David replied, staring at the drooling piss slit of Garret's cock to avoid his lurid eyes. "I would appreciate some warning before you do, if you don't mind."

The Clydesdale laughed cruelly. "I'll do what I can," he insincerely spat. "But there's a towel in the bathroom for you." David grunted.

On and on Garret went, bouncing and clenching, savoring that cock in his mature ass. His pucker was raw in spite of the lube, but still, he felt pure pleasure. "Come o-o-on, kid," he grunted. "This is takin' forever..."

"I wouldn't take so long if--, if, ah!" David shuddered, clenching his teeth and eyes. He arched his spine and perked out his toned breast, and his shaft began to throb violently. When the first rope of his cum shot into Garret, the Clydesdale seemed not to notice. It was in fact a small amount to begin with, but then the gush began. Garret detected it then, and as the young horse filled his snug ass, he groaned deep and loud, overshadowing the tight puffing David made as he came.

"Oh, she-e-eit, yeah!" Garret brayed, smacking away David's almost idle hands so he could stroke himself. He did so rapidly, slinging pre all over the bed. The seal of Garret's anus around David's penis failed in spots, and the semen drooled out around David's young black cock, streaking it white. Beneath, momentarily assuaged, David crooned and softly writhed.

Brought very close to his orgasm by David's ejaculation, the Clydesdale fervently jerked on his cock for a few moments longer, beginning to pant and grunt as he came right up to the edge of his climax. When he teetered on the brink, he clenched down involuntarily, putting enormous pressure on his prostate gland. From his lips came a single syllable: "Ooh!"

David wisely braced for impact. Garret's release was astounding, and he came as only a Clydesdale could, dumping his nuts all over David's snout and breast, putting webs of semen into his fine black hair and painting his body and the bed in the most sloppy of ways. As Garret got over the hump and really succumbed to his orgasm, he let loose vocally by groaning and grunting, though his body had gone largely still and his twitching cock was the only real motion he had to offer.

When Garret's orgasm wore thin, David, still clenching his eyelids, slowly but ineffectually wiped at his face. When he felt it was safe to do so, he opened his eyes and looked up at the blushing, grinning Clydesdale.

"You," Garret said, almost out of breath, "are definitely gonna see me again, boy."

"Am I?" David asked, trying his best to sound both dignified and offended. "I do not believe so, mister Garret."

All Garret could do was snigger. But eventually he said, "If you want another four-digit check, you're gonna fuckin' see me again, kid." David blushed and avoided Garret's eyes from then on.